A:N/ Welcome back everyone! I want to thank all of those who favorited/followed the story and those who have left positive reviews for me! You have no idea how much I appreciate your positive feedback.

I received a review stating that the Unforgivable Curses were not able to be cast silently. There is absolutely no evidence stating that this is accurate. In neither the books nor the movies does it ever say that the Unforgivables couldn't be cast silently.

Also, I know that Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington, and Roger Davies (Who I put in Harry's year), were actually in the year below in canon. Meaning they were 17 year old sixth years in The Goblet of Fire however I simply bumped them up a year.

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Chapter 10: Summer 1992 and Back to Hogwarts

Harry stood in the room he had lived in for almost seven years. His bedroom at Black Cottage had been modified over the years in order to accommodate his needs. It was probably around the same size as the master suite that housed Sirius. Book shelves lined the walls holding tomes on all sorts of different advanced teachings, from DADA to weapon crafting. There was very little knowledge of the Wizarding World that Harry was not interested in.

Harry walked over to Hedwig's perch by the window, where his Snowy Owl was cleaning her feathers. He affectionately stroked her head as she preened under his ministrations.

"Oh Hedwig. What on Earth am I gonna do?" Harry sighed.

Hedwig gave her opinion in what seemed like a half-hoot, half-bark.

"Yeah, yeah you're right of course," he relented. Hedwig straightened proudly, basking in her Master's approval.

"Harry?" Sirius called softly from the doorway, knocking softly on the door.

"Hey Sirius. Look, I wanted to apologize for the other day at Hogwarts," Harry said contritely. "I know its no excuse, but I had just been through Hell and my Occlumency was all sorts of messed up. I shouldn't have exploded like that."

To his surprise Sirius just barked out in laughter.

"Harry you have nothing to apologize for," his Godfather stated. "You're a fourteen year old young man who had to take a life to save his own. Your hormones are all out of whack. There is nothing to be sorry about."

"Even though I felt nothing about killing Quirrell?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.

Sirius smile fell abruptly. "I'm not going to lie to you Harry, that unnerves me a bit. Saying that however, I understand why that might be. After that blasted Halloween you grew up in Hell. Your childhood was the stuff of nightmares and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. It made you cold and in some cases ruthless, but you still care about people. You will never be comparable to Voldemort or the cowards that follow him."

"You know that you saved me right Sirius?" Harry inquired. "I had run away from that place with no plan at all. There was something in my Magic calling me to the supermarket and I followed it and found you. There is nothing I could do to repay you for that."

Sirius crossed the room and hugged Harry, delighted he was hugging back just as tightly.

"You never have to repay me for anything Harry," Sirius said emotionally. "Before you came back to me I had basically turned into someone else. I threw myself into work and my Lordship, I became cold and unforgiving, locking up criminals and throwing away the key. I became less fun-loving and pardon the pun, but more serious. So you say that I saved you, but I can say with certainty that you saved me from becoming my father. My worst nightmare.

"As for that that feeling you had, bringing you to that market, I felt the same. I've done some research and found a possible answer. When you were born and I became your Godfather, it wasn't simply a title given to me. I took a Magical Oath that said I would be there for you whenever you would need it. That feeling I told you about happened quite a few time over those years and it all came to head that day. I also remembered a conversation I had with your Grandfather, Charlus, when I had run away from my parents. He told your father and I that he and my Grandfather, Arcturus, were very close. They had both fought against Grindelwald together. Arcturus did not survive the final battle but made another Oath with Charlus. Apparently Potters and Blacks are oath bound to protect each other if the need ever arises. I think it was the combination of those oaths that led us to each other."

Harry took all this in. It made sense that those prior Oaths would Magically pull them to each other. He couldn't be sure as no one could actually grasp the complete way in which Magic worked.

"Sirius, there's another thing I wanted to talk to you about," Harry said hesitantly. "I barely got by Quirrell, I barely survived actually."

"Harry what you did is something most grown adults wouldn't be able to accomplish," said Sirius vehemently.

"I know that, but still, I need to be stronger," Harry insisted. "I need more trainers. No offense, but dueling the same people over and over again hasn't given me much to learn. I've basically memorized Remus', Cissy's, Bella's, Andi;s and your own fighting style. Don't get me wrong I'm incredibly thankful for what you all have done for me but I need to be better."

At first Sirius had been hurt by Harry's declaration. However, his logical side won out and he realized that he did have a point. Harry had been wiping the floor with the Blacks and Remus for well over a year now. His immense spell arsenal and power would only get him so far. It was time to bring out the big guns.

"You're right Harry," Sirius conceded. "Tell you what, we have just under a month until we leave for the Bahamas. I'll call in a couple favors and get a couple friends to come over to work with you. After we get back, I'll bring in the best dueler I've ever seen."

Harry's eyes lit up in excitement and quickly nodded his head in agreement. He was beyond excited to meet his new trainers.

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Days later found Harry eagerly awaiting the arrival of his new teachers. He was startled out of thoughts when Sirius called out to him from the kitchen upstairs.

"Harry! They're here!" He called. On cue the door opened and admitted a tall, muscular Black man. The door was held open for a moment before it closed behind him.

"Ah you must be Heir Potter/Black," she stated in melodious baritone voice. "I am Auror Second Class Kingsley Shacklebolt. Its good to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Auror Shacklebolt. Please call me Harry," Harry replied cordially. "Forgive me, but I thought there were supposed to be two of you?"

"Please call me Kingsley," he replied with an easy smile. The easiness of the smile quickly turned sad. "I'm terribly sorry about this Harry, if it makes you feel better, I was completely against this."

"Against wh-," Harry tried to say before a spell collided with his back, sending him forcefully into the warded walls of the training room.

To Harry's immense pleasure, he was met with the shocked eyes of Kingsley and the stunned face, if you could call it that, of a disfigured man with one dark eye and large blue one. The scarred man was pulling off an Invisibility Cloak and quickly regained his composure.

"First lesson," the man yelled gruffly. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

Kingsley was still looking at the boy with no small sense of amazement. 'Still conscious after a Stunner from Mad-Eye Moody. This kid will be special,' he thought as Harry began to stand up a bit shakily. Now he had his wand in his hand.

"Now we've been told that you know your spells and you have power in spades, which is obvious as you were able to shake off my Stunner as if it was a Tickling Charm," the man said. "I am former Auror Captain Alastor Moody, call me Mad-Eye and you get cursed. For the next three weeks we will try wiping the floor with your arse and you will try to stop us." With that, Moody sent another Stunner at Harry. He easily redirected it to Kingsley. Kingsley was surprised but shielded against it with a smile.

"I suppose I deserved that," he said with a chuckle. Moody laughed outright.

"Excellent!" He exclaimed. "Now that is constant vigilance! Always be on your toes! Now lets get started.

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Three weeks later and Harry was still overcoming the soreness in muscles he didn't know existed, but he didn't regret his training for a moment. Mid way through the second week, he had improved enough to be able to beat Kingsley one on one, and the start of the third week signified his first defeat of Alastor Moody. Neither victory came easy, and he had to work harder and harder to beat them in later bouts. Moody, in his almost excessive paranoia, continually modified or completely changed his fighting styles leaving Harry having to improvise more often than not.

It was now the last day of their training, and the day before Harry was scheduled to go to the Bahamas. The training scheduled for that day involved what they had been working on for the past three. Kingsley and Moody against Harry.

Harry was panting as his shield powered through another two-pronged assault. He could feel his Magic flowing through him, eager to be released. He was still astounded that he had not suffered Magical Exhaustion throughout any of their training. His Magical Reserves were immense to begin with, and as he grew older, they seemed to just grow more.

He parried a mother barrage of Curses, this time swatting them away. As the last spell came from Kingsley's wand, Harry went with a different approach. Instead of swatting the spell away, he caught it on the tip of his wand, swirled it around his head, adding more power to it as he did and let it loose back towards its source. Kingsley's eyes widened in surprise as the Stunner hit him in the chest and knocked him out of the fight.

With his attention on Kingsley, he didn't see the Bludgeoning Hex from Moody as it caught him in the shoulder, sending him flying across the room.

"Get up boy!" Moody barked.

Just like that Harry wasn't there any more.

He was back in Number Four Privet Drive. He was seven years old, curled up in a ball trying to shield himself from the baseball bat being swung at his ribs.

"Get up Boy!" Vernon Dursley snarled. Another swing struck him in the midsection, breaking ribs in the process.

"I said up Freak!" A meaty hand wrapped around the throat of Harry Potter and forced the boy onto his feet. "You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand boy. Unfortunately I don't want to waste my time getting rid of the body. Petunia! Get my knife! I'm going to show this little shite what happens the next time he burns my dinner."

Harry's screams echoed of the walls of the basement of Number Four Privet Drive. With Vernon and Petunia's sadism coming to light, they found it necessary to sound proof the walls of the basement, so no one would hear the Freak get his just deserves.

The flashback ended almost as soon as it began. Harry raised his head, his eyes glowing an eerie as he remembered what his Uncle did to him. Being called boy always angered him. He wasn't sure why he hadn't reacted this badly when Quirrell called him 'boy' but he couldn't worry about that now. He raised his wand and renewed the fight with Moody with vigor.

Spells flew from Harry's wand, silently and without wand movements. His rage was fueling his spells with so much power, he did not realize that Moody's natural eye had widened in fear.

"Confringo!" Harry yelled. His Blasting Curse shattered the older man's shield and struck him in the chest. Luckily for both duelists, Moody's shield had taken quite a bit of power off the spell, so instead of blowing the former Auror to pieces, it broke quite a few ribs. Moody's wand had rolled away from his barely conscious body.

Harry stepped up to Moody and bound him in ropes. He looked down at the man with cold eyes.

"Never call me 'Boy' again," Harry said, his wand never leaving the man's face.

"Harry that's enough," a calm yet stern voice called from the doorway of the practice room. Sirius stood there watching the events calmly. Seeing his Godfather standing there with no disappointment at all in his eyes, just understanding, Harry felt his anger fall away immediately only to be replaced with mental exhaustion.

With a tired sigh, Harry unbound the ex-Auror and quickly healed him.

"Sorry about that Moody, I guess I went a little overboard there," Harry said sincerely. Despite the fact that they were training, Harry had no wish to really hurt the man.

"Sorry?! Ha that was bloody brilliant!" Moody declared. "You just beat me down like I was an insect! I've brought in dozens of Dark Wizards and none of them had me on my back foot as much as you. Well done lad!"

Harry had to smile at the man's enthusiasm for being blasted around by a fourteen year old. Anyone else would have griped or made excuses, but Moody just enjoyed teaching select people on how to fight. And teach he did. Harry had learnt quite a bit about fighting, not dueling. Moody and Kingsley emphasized that they would be teaching him how to fight rather than how to duel. There were no pleasantries or etiquette in fighting, only survival. And survival was something that Harry was good at.

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It was time.

The large party of Blacks, Tonks, and Delacours had arrived at the Black Beach House in Nassau, Bahamas via International Portkey. The group had settled in and quickly made their way to the private beach. That is, everyone except for Harry, Sirius, Nym, and Fleur.

Sirius was in the sitting room and had just sent Nym and Fleur up to Harry's room where he would be waiting for them. Sirius was there for that, but his main objective was to be there for any potential damage control. It was highly unlikely that the two young ladies would react negatively to Harry or rush off to tell anyone else, but Sirius insisted on being there just in case. Sirius would also be there to help Harry apply Glamour Charms to his torso.

—-

Harry was sitting in the center of his room, legs crossed under him in a meditative position with his hands on his knees as he practiced his Occlumency to regain his composure and settle his nerves. While Harry thought he was sitting on the floor, that was no longer true. His meditation was so intense that he, and several items in the room had begun to float. That was the scene that Nym and Fleur had walked into after their knocks had gone unanswered.

At that point in their friendship, they were not surprised in Harry's Magical prowess, they could not stop the awed expressions on their faces as they witnessed Harry floating in the air.

"Harry?" Nym called out. That broke Harry's concentration causing the floating items to drop before Harry followed them unceremoniously with an "Oof." The girls giggled as Harry stood and rubbed his bruised arse.

As soon as Harry regained his feet, he turned to the disturbance and saw his two best friends trying to stifle their laughter at him falling on his bum. Harry's complexion quickly paled slightly as he dreaded what was to come.

"Ladies," he began uncertainly.

"What's going on Harry? Sirius said you wanted to talk with us," Fleur said after recovering from her humor.

"Yeah, um, well, you see I have something important to tell you two, and I hope you can bear with me here," Harry stammered while he wiped his sweaty hands on his shorts.

"It's okay Harry, just relax, take it slow and start when you're ready," Nym comforted. Harry nodded before taking a deep breath.

"You know how I don't talk about my life before I came to live with Sirius right?"

Both girls nodded. "Yeah but you'd never go into it with us, or with anyone for that matter. All we know that it wasn't very pleasant," Nym stated.

Harry chuckled humorlessly. "That's putting it lightly. I know I haven't been very forthcoming in that time but I'd like to talk to you about it now."

Again, he received nods from his audience and they each took a seat at the end of the bed while he took the chair at the desk.

"Tell me," he began. "What do you know about Sadism?" At his question, he received blank stares from his friends, which wasn't too surprising considering the Wizarding World's disposition to anything Mundane. Harry sighed.

"The clinical definition describes a Sadist as someone who gains pleasure, usually sexual pleasure, by causing pain, suffering and humiliation. To put it simply, Vernon and Petunia Dursley are sadists of the worst sort," Harry said gravely, his head down as he remembered some of the experiences he endured.

Harry watched as the ramifications of what he said sank into his friends. Nym's hair went from her usual bubbly pink to a shade of green, signifying her disgust, while steam started form on Fleur's hands.

"What did they do to you?" Nym whispered.

Instead of vocally responding, Harry took a deep breath and stood. His fingers shakily began unbuttoning his shirt to show them the results of the manipulations of one old man. He closed his eyes tightly as he shrugged the garment from his shoulders. He heard the girls' gasp as they took in his exposed torso but he didn't open his eyes in fear of what he might see in their eyes.

His eyes did snap open however when he felt a hand on his shoulder, where he suffered a rather severe grease burn when he had burnt bacon, and another hand on one of the several belt lash marks on his back. He first saw, Nym gently tracing his grease burn. She looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Harry?" She whispered, almost as if she was unsure of what to say. He could only see affection and caring in her gaze. No hate or disgust towards him.

"It's alright Nym," Harry whispered reassuringly. "I'm getting over some of the insecurities I've developed from them, slowly but surely. But despite that, I will make sure they pay for it."

Her eyes widened at his declaration and he could see the emotions warring in her eyes. He saw fear and reluctance that was quickly replaced by acceptance and determination as her face hardened and she nodded.

"How did you survive this Harry?" He heard from behind him as Fleur's delicate fingers stopped tracing his marred back.

"My Magic kept me alive and saved my life more than I could remember," Harry said despondently. "There was one time where I thought it was all over." As he said that, he unconsciously grabbed his left wrist and the scar that resulted in his lowest point.

Fleur came around to stand in front of him and she and Nym both gave him questioning looks. Knowing he couldn't avoid the confrontation any longer, he heaved another large breath and succumbed.

"It was actually a few weeks before Sirius rescued me. Vernon had been particularly brutal that week and I couldn't stand it anymore. I felt weak, helpless and hopeless that my hell would end. When I was first dumped there, I was old enough that I remembered my life before. I couldn't fathom what I was going through when I knew they were living a comfortable life. Vernon was always a proponent that a real man used a single blade razor to shave so I nicked one and cut my wrist. It was the lowest I've ever been," he finished ashamedly as he presented his arm to the girls.

Their tears had not stopped throughout Harry's tale. They were not sobbing nor wailing, merely shedding distraught tears at their friend's suffering. Harry had gone through so much in his fifteen years of life and yet he was still so good to the people he cared about. Hell he was also giving the Potter's a chance at forgiveness.

As if waiting for a mental cue, both Nym and Fleur threw themselves at Harry and he quickly gathered them up, and held them close. Harry's emotions started going haywire as his two beautiful best friends held him tightly, as if he would disappear if they let go. And Harry held on just as tightly.

"Did you think we would look at you, or treat you differently because of this?" Fleur asked as she and Nym ended the hug but each grabbed one of his hands.

Harry nodded reluctantly. "For a long time I considered these scars to be my ultimate shame. If anyone I didn't trust had seen me without a shirt on, they would see me as weak and anyone else might decide that I'm not worth it."

"Don't you say that you bloody idiot!" Nym snapped. "You're the best friend I've ever had and among the best men I know. Fuck those Muggles, and fuck anyone thinks you're weak for any reason. I've been in the same room as Dumbledore more nights than I can count but I can tell you're already more powerful than him in many ways. Your Magic just rolls off of you at times and its incredible."

"She is right Harry," Fleur chimed in. "You are Le Survivant. You living through that hell just proves it. Nymphadora is also right about your Magic. I can feel it coming off you in waves as well, and I've found it quite nice."

"You can feel my Magic?" Harry asked surprised. They both nodded in response. "Wait if you can feel it, wouldn't that mean that everyone could?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Fleur responded with Nym nodding along. "I've never seen anyone treat you any differently while I could feel your Aura so it could be noticeable to those closest to you."

Nym nodded in agreement again. "Yeah nobody has mentioned anything different at Hogwarts either so maybe Fleur is right."

"All right, well now that all the depressing stuff is out of the way let me put a Glamour Charm on and we can head to the beach," Harry declared. He quickly spelled his back clean and headed for the door only to see Nym still sitting on the bed. She was biting her lower lip in what looked like nervousness as she tried to summon the courage to say what she needed to. She cleared her throat and went to speak.

"Well, before we go, and while we're spilling secrets, there is something I'd like to get off my chest," she admitted. Harry looked to Fleur and they shrugged at each other before going to the bed and sitting on wither side of Nym, hoping she could draw comfort from them.

"Well you see, ummmm, I found something out about myself over the past year or so," Nym said. Her face a deep shade of red. "Well it turns out that I'm just as attracted to women as I am to men."

Harry's eyes widened and his face turned red as his mind involuntarily produced some rather saucy images of his oldest friend. He was so preoccupied with his inappropriate thoughts that he didn't notice Fleur's eyes glaze over in desire.

"So yeah. I'm bisexual and it just so happens that I'm attracted to my two closest friends!" She blurted out. As soon as she said it, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. Harry's eyes were in danger of falling out of his skull. He was shocked even further when Fleur grabbed Nym by the face and planted a kiss right on her lips.

Again Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head but his surprise was quickly replaced with both happiness and sadness. This put him in quite the conundrum. He was of course happy for his friends as long as they were happy with each other. On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel sad as the two women he cared most for didn't care about him in the same way.

"I'll give you guys some space," Harry said with a sad smile. He made to get up and leave them to it, when he felt a hand grab his wrist and stop him. He turned to see that it was Fleur who grabbed his wrist. He didn't have time to say anything as Fleur quickly moved into his personal and kissed him on the lips.

If things like this kept happening, Harry felt that he was truly in danger of permanently losing his eyeballs from his skull. His wide eyes quickly searched out Nym's equally wide eyes. Her lips quirked into a small smile and she merely shrugged so he turned his attention into enjoying Fleur's lips. They were almost absurdly soft and tasted slightly of cherry. The kiss didn't turn into a snog as it was mainly exploratory but Harry couldn't help but want more.

Almost all too soon, Fleur pulled away from Harry with a small smile that was mirrored on Harry's face. His smile quickly turned into a frown.

"Wait what the Hell just happened?" Harry asked.

"Well I thought it was pretty obvious," Fleur stated. "I kissed Nymphadora, and then I kissed you. For someone who is supposed to be so smart you seemed to miss the obvious at times."

"Don't be mean Fleur," Nym scolded. "I think you might have broken him a bit."

"My apologies Nymphadora," Fleur replied. "I just meant it was obvious that you fancied Harry and I from what you said, I fancy you and Harry, as I showed through my actions. I'm sure it isn't too crazy to think that Harry fancies the both of us, non?"

Nym gaped a bit like a goldfish, trying to take in everything Fleur said so nonchalantly, so factually. Sure she fancied the Hell out of both of her friends. Fleur was basically a Goddess who had the smarts and personality to match her looks and Harry was essentially the next Merlin in terms of Magical prowess. He was also ridiculously good looking, being tall, handsome and in great shape. His caring of his friends and his family was among her favorite things about him.

"So what, you want the three of us to be together?" Nym asked. "And how the bloody hell would we do that?"

And just like that it clicked in Harry's head.

"My multiple Lordships," he whispered. Nym looked to him dumbly while Nym smiled brightly as he finally came to his epiphany.

"Oui," Fleur said happily.

"What?" Said Nym at the same time.

"As the Heir of two Ancient and Most Noble Houses, I have the choice to take multiple wives to further my line. It's not necessary but neither is it frowned upon," Harry said numbly as he realized his hopes of being with his two friends could very well be a reality. "I'm not going to lie to either of you. Yeah I fancy the both of you, and though I've not given marriage much thought, the only women I could consider marrying at this time would be either of you. Don't think of this as proposal or anything, I'd hate to freak you out. I guess this is just how I feel, how I've felt for awhile now."

Nym looked at Harry in surprise. Apparently they all fancied each other and they actually had a chance to be together. Only a fool wouldn't take the chance that was presented to them, and Nymphadora Tonks was nothing if not an opportunist. She stood up and grabbed Harry with a hand on each cheek and kissed him as if her life depended on it. Getting her answer, Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and returned the kiss, forcing down a chuckle as he heard Fleur squeal and clap happily.

Moments later the kiss ended, leaving both teens breathing deeply with happiness dancing in their eyes.

"All right you two, lets get going!" Fleur ordered. "The sun is out and if you're lucky, I'll let you rub sunscreen on my back." She winked at her now blushing significant others and headed for the door.

"Oh Harry don't forget, it would probably be gentlemanly of you to ask our fathers' permission to court us lovely ladies," the blonde beauty said with a smirk and an exaggerated sashay of her lips as she left the room. Nym chuckled and looked to a rapidly paling Harry. He could only croak out one word.

"Bugger"

—

Meanwhile at Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore sat in the Staff Room of Hogwarts with his four Heads of House. Though it was the Summer holidays, they always met around the midway point of the season to go over the upcoming term, more specifically the selection of Prefects and Quidditch Captains. After the approval of each Professor's specific booklist, and their new DADA Professor's show if Narcissism, they got down to the more exciting part of the meeting.

"Now that all the nitty gritty is over with, shall we move on to more excitable topics?" Dumbledore asked with a jovial smile. And so they did. Minerva McGonagall chose Richard O'Connell and Evelyn Carnahan, Pomona Sprout chose Cedric Diggory and Beatrice Haywood, and Severus Snape chose Cassius Warrington and Jonathan O'Connell, twin brother to Gryffindor's Evelyn. However the time came for the diminutive Charms Master to select his fifth-year prefects and a sense of foreboding was felt by the Headmaster.

"I would like to select Hadrian Potter and Alexandra Bay," declared Filius Flitwick proudly.

While Albus Dumbledore suspected that the elder Potter would indeed be selected as Ravenclaw's Prefect, he was very apprehensive about granting you Hadrian more power in the school. By all the Gods that boy reminded him of Tom Riddle. He was very handsome, charismatic, charming and powerful beyond words. He had a vast network of friends in every house, and of every blood type and he did not discriminate against those less fortunate than him in terms of power, money, or social status. He didn't even care about Political allegiances for Merlin's sake. The boy was too powerful, Magically, socially, and politically, and he hadn't even taken his O. yet.

Unfortunately it fell to the Heads of House to elect fifth-year Prefects. While the Headmaster often gave his advice to the Heads if needed, he could not interfere directly.

"Now Filius do think that is wise?" Asked Dumbledore genially. "Not that I do not think Miss Bay would make an excellent Prefect, its just Mr. Potter that concerns me."

Flitwick's proud demeanor vanished quickly upon hearing the Headmaster's words.

"And why would he concern you Headmaster?" The Charms Master asked.

"It is just...after the events of last term, I fear we may be encouraging extreme rule-breaking should you award Mr. Potter the Prefect position," Dumbledore stated wisely, or so he thought. The four teachers in the room looked at him with varying expressions of incredulity. Even the stoic Potions Master had his black eyebrow raised.

"Your opinion, while preposterous, is noted Headmaster," Flitwick stated fiercely. "Despite your status as Headmaster, you know fully well that Prefects are to be selected by their Head of House. Mr. Potter is among the best students to ever enter this school, he has never received a detention, and his ability in the theory and practical use of Magic is unlike anything I've ever seen. In two years, if you wish to cheat Hadrian out of the Head Boy position for some inane reason, then that is you your prerogative. Until then, Hadrian Potter will be one of my Prefects."

—

Some Time Later

All too soon, Harry and Sirius found themselves in the sitting room of Black Cottage. Their vacation to Nassau had been some much needed fun, but had seemed to fly by too quickly for everyone's liking. His budding romance with Fleur and Nym was easily the highlight for Harry. It made him even happier when he thought about how Nym and Fleur were with each other as much as he was with them. Telling everyone who was there was easier than he anticipated. While Ted Tonks, having come from a Muggle upbringing, balked a bit before Andi had pulled him aside and explained the situation to him. After he gave it a fair bit of thought, Ted had congratulated the trio and accepted that his little girl had grown up.

"Good vacation?" Came the kind voice of Remus Lupin from the hallway. Unfortunately, Remus was unable to go on vacation with the rest of the family because the full moon cycle had fallen directly in the middle of their trip. Sirius and the other adults offered many times to delay the trip but Remus wouldn't hear any of it.

"Very relaxing," Sirius replied. He then looked over to Harry who had a dreamy smile on his face. "Though I think some enjoyed theirs more than others."

"Oh?" A curious Remus replied.

"Oh yes. You see my brilliant Godson got himself a couple girlfriends," Sirius stated proudly.

"Oh that's nice," Remus said noncommittally before doing a double take. "Wait, did you say 'girlfriends'? As in plural?"

"Yep! It seems between Harry, Fleur, and Nymphadora, all hold a candle for one another and it all came out on the first day of the trip," Sirius stated. "It sounds as if they are apart of some story or something with that luck."

"Bloody Hell Harry. How did you manage that?" Remus asked incredulously. Upon hearing his name, Harry snapped out of his dreamlike funk and focused in on Remus.

"Well it pretty much went exactly as Sirius said. This isn't however, a situation in which they are sharing me while I date both of them. We are all together. I'm dating Nym and Fleur. Fleur is dating Nym and I and vice verse for Nym. We're Polyamorous, I believe the term is," Harry explained.

Remus whistled, impressed at the entire situation. "How did telling their parents go?" He asked sympathetically.

"Honestly? It could have gone worse," the teen replied. "Jean-Sebastian, Appolline and Andi were very supportive at the first word. Ted took a bit to come around, but once Andi explained everything to him, he seemed to accept it and be happy for us."

Remus merely nodded, once again astounded by Harry's maturity and how fast he had grown up. He could still remember the scared little boy who was brought home by Sirius almost seven years ago now, and the young man in front of him was almost unrecognizable from that child.

"Well that's great," Remus said absently. "Well, now that we're all here, how about we get to training Harry? Unless of course you're still on vacation mode?"

Harry's eyes lit up in excitement at getting back to work. "Let's go Moony!" He declared. "What do you have planned?"

"Another spell that's beyond N.E.W.T level. I hope you never have to use it, however I believe it would be prudent for you to learn. It's called the Patronus Charm and its the textbook defensive measure against Dementors and Lethifolds," Remus announced.

"Let's do it," Harry said excitedly.

"Before you go Harry, I called in a favor and got you one last tutor for the rest of the summer," Sirius stated. "They'll be here at the start of the week."

—

One Week Later

"Come on Harry, focus!" Remus shouted as Harry barely managed to create the mist shield of a non-corporeal Patronus. They had been working on the spell for a week now, and there seemed to be very little improvement. This surprised Remus and frustrated Harry to no end.

He was Hadrian Fucking Potter for Merlin's sake. He didn't have trouble learning and perfecting spells. This Charm however seemed like it was going to be the death of him. They had been at it for hours, as it was supposed to be the first day in which his new tutor would arrive.

"I am!" Harry exclaimed defiantly. "I have the memory picked out and everything, but I cant seem to get it right."

Remus paused to consider this. The basic theory behind the Patronus Charm was that the spell was powered by a happy memory, the happier the person could conjure the better. His own Patronus was powered by the memories of his school days, particularly when James and Sirius found out about his Lycanthropy and vowed to not abandon him. He purposely left out the Rat's involvement of those times as they seriously jumbled his emotions to the point where he found the spell difficult to cast. With that thought it clicked.

"Harry, when you recall the memory, what do you focus on?" The Werewolf asked.

Harry thought about it for a moment. "I suppose I try to remember the exact details of the memories. I think of when Sirius brought me home for the first time and when Nym, Fleur and I got together."

"That's what I thought," Remus said sagely. "While you think of your memories, focus on the emotions you were feeling rather than recalling the minute details. The Patronus Charm needs positive emotions like joy and love to power it and with you trying to accomplish perfect recall, you're not using the emotions associated with the memories."

Harry nodded and couldn't help but feel annoyed that he couldn't figure that out. He was told to use his happiest memories, ones that were joyful and yet he had been focusing on silly details such as the when and where. Throwing away the growing annoyance and frustration, Harry closed his eyes and recalled the feelings that he associated with the memories and brought them to the forefront of his mind. He remembered the pure joy he had experienced when Sirius saved him. When the Black Lord had welcomed Harry into his home and treated him as a son. He remembered the love and affection he experienced with Nym and Fleur less than a fortnight ago and couldn't fight the smile that spread his face and the single tear that escaped his eye.

"Expecto Patronum," he incanted softly, not opening his eyes even as the door to the dueling room opened.

He did open his eyes when he heard a sharp intake of breath and an excited squeak. He was able to see his attempt at the Patronus Charm as it took the form of a large four legged creature. At first glance he thought it was his Animagus form of a Direwolf, however after closer observation, he could see it was smaller than his form. He looked to the door, where he had heard the gasp, and saw Sirius standing there next to a bouncing Filius Flitwick. Harry could see from where he was standing that Sirius' eyes were glistening uncharacteristically and he realized why a second later as he finally recognized that his Patronus was an exact replica of Sirius' Animagus form. the only difference of course was that it was white rather than the jet black of Sirius.

"Oh-ho that's quite the Patronus Mr. Potter!" Squeaked Professor Flitwick excitedly. "I've never seen someone as young as yourself cast one."

"Thank you Professor," Harry said humbly as his white Grim had begun to run around the room and finally settle down next to Sirius. "I guess I have some strong emotions to go alongside my memories."

Sirius looked up from where he had been staring at the Patronus with a big, goofy smile on his face. His eyes still held the watery sheen to them as he looked from the corporeal dog to his Godson.

"Of course," Flitwick replied with a knowing smile.

"I'm sorry Professor. I don't want to sound rude but why are you here?" Harry asked.

"Ah! Forgive me Mr. Potter, I got so excited about your Patronus that I forgot to announce myself," the Half-Goblin said. "I'm here for two reasons actually. The first being that I have your Hogwarts letter. Yes I know it is a bit early but I wanted to hand deliver it to you myself and congratulate you for making Prefect this year."

Remus, Sirius and Harry all smiled. Despite their past reputations of being pranksters at school, the two adults knew of Harry's ambitions and figured that becoming a Prefect would be a stepping stone for the young man. Harry was smiling as his thoughts were similar to those of Moony and Padfoot.

"And of course the second reason is me being your tutor for the remainder of the Summer," Filius exclaimed gleefully, with an almost predatory smile on his face.

Harry decided there and then that he rather disliked that smile on his Professor's face. It was common knowledge in Magical Britain that Filius Flitwick was once an international Dueling Champion and Harry had no doubt that the little man retained his edge and would wipe the floor with him. It was surely going to be an interesting month and change. That brought something else into question.

"Thank you Professor. You have no idea how much I appreciate you helping me," Harry said earnestly. "Will you be working with me all they up until school starts?"

Flitwick nodded. "While I usually am humble about this, I learned quite a bit during my days on the Dueling Circuit. If you would like, I'd be more than happy to impart as much of my knowledge as possible to you," Flitwick promised. "I'd also be willing to share some combat forms I've learned due to my...um, my heritage."

"Please Filius, Harry is an information sponge," Remus said fondly. "Anything you teach him he'll absorb almost word for word."

Filius laughed as he had experienced the elder Potter son in action for the past four years in his class. His laugh quickly formed into a smile that one could only describe as devious.

"Well, shall we begin?"

—

August 19th 1992

With Flitwick's extreme regimen, the remainder of the Summer passed quickly. He had trained long and hard, day in and day out. Flitwick came by three times a week and basically wiped the floor with Harry. Harry had prided himself on being able to observe and analyze the fighting styles of his teachers, he had found Professor Flitwick's to be almost impossible to track. The man moved so quickly, it was almost like he was in two places at once. During one of their practice duels, Harry had discovered the While his Charms Professor was far more skilled than he was, Harry could appeal that he had more raw power at his disposal than the diminutive man. Flitwick had kept an almost unending barrage of spells at Harry forcing him to use a Shield Charm to keep from losing. He realized then and there that while allowing small amounts of Magic to flow into the shield, he was able to fend off his Professor's attacks almost effortlessly. That of course ended when Filius Flitwick summoned a piece of conjured debris from behind Harry, knocking the young wizard out.

Harry and Daniel's birthday passed by with little fanfare. Due to his celebrity status, Danny had a rather large party with important dignitaries and people high up in the Wizarding World. Harry on the other hand enjoyed a nice quiet dinner at Black Cottage with those closest to him. Fleur had Flooed from her father's office and had stayed the night to Floo back in the morning via Sirius' office. It was of course the first birthday celebration in which Fleur, Nym and Harry were together. They had celebrated by spending the day together, mostly just basking in each other's warm embrace with the occasional snog. As was natural for three hormonal teenagers, hands had wandered to the pleasure of all involved, but it did not progress further than that as all three laid out rather generous boundaries for each other.

Despite Harry's training progressing nicely, he was eager to have the nineteenth of August off. The day was scheduled on the day of Danny's party as the day in which the Blacks, Potters and Weasleys were to go to Diagon Alley together and get their school shopping done. Because Harry got his letter so early, he had already done his shopping and decided to come along to hang out with Nym and the Weasley twins.

And so Harry had found himself at the historical Leaky Cauldron pub waiting for the Potter and Weasley party to arrive. Harry's group consisted of himself hand in hand with Nym, Sirius, Remus and Narcissa. Cissy had been trying to meet with Draco on numerous occasions only to be shot down time and time again. It was her plan to hopefully track him down today and talk to him. Remus of course was there to support her.

Soon enough, a gaggle of redheads emerged from the fireplace. The Weasleys made their way over to Harry and he Blacks. It was a bit awkward at first as Arthur and Molly seemed to be a bit wary of Sirius, Harry and Narcissa but greeted Remus and Tonks warmly. Harry suspected that they were apprehensive around Sirius due to his aggressive fighting nature in the first war, and the cold calculating Lord Black he had turned into after Halloween of 1981. The wariness towards Narcissa was easy enough to explain as her ex-husband was Lucius Malfoy and the Weasleys and Malfoy were constantly at each other's throats. Their reactions toward himself confused him. He was rather good friends with Fred and George but maybe they didn't talk about him much. He figured that they just saw him as an unknown factory and were merely cautious around him.

Fred and George made a beeline for Harry and Nym dragging the only Weasley girl in between them. The twins noticed their entwined hands and Fred's face lit up with a smile while George looked downtrodden.

"Blimey its about time you two!" Fred exclaimed happily. "You guys just made me quite a bit of coin!"

"Oh? And what do you mean by that?" Nym asked dangerously, her fingers resting on the hilt of her wand. Something that did not go unnoticed as Fred took a step back and raised his hands up in a placating gesture.

"Now now there is no need for that," he explained hastily. "It's just that there was a betting pool going around at school pertaining to the two of you getting together. And I may have won with my bet.

"There was a pool?" Harry asked surprised. "How many people knew about this? And why didn't the teachers put a stop to it?

This time it was George who spoke up. "Please Harrikins! Half the staff were in the pool! Though I think both McGonagall and Flitwick had you two getting together well before this summer."

"My less handsome twin here thought you both would take another year to remove your heads from your arses and figure it out," Fred stated.

"And my apparent Seer of a twin guessed this Summer so it seems he at least wins something," George glumly retorted. "We'll have to ask Cedric when we're him next."

"Cedric started it?!" Nym blurted. "When I see that pretty boy next, I'm going to hex his bits off!"

It was then that they remembered the little girl that stood in between Fred and George as she let out a squeak and a blush at Nym's colorful language.

"Ah sorry about that Little Red. Got a little carried away," Nym said sheepishly.

"No we should be the ones apologizing," George said apologetically as he looked down to the girl, who was obviously the youngest Weasley. And the first girl in seven generations.

"Yeah we got a little carried away and forgot about our sister for Merlin's sake!" Fred exclaimed. "Harry, Tonks this is our sister ickle Ginny. Ginny this is Harry and Tonks."

"Hello," the now-named Ginny mumbled shyly. "We've met before Harry, at one of Daniel's birthday parties."

Like a trigger, Harry remembered seeing the small red headed girl trailing after his younger brother all doe-eyed and red-faced. Just remembering that brought a slight smile to his face and he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease the young girl.

"That's right! You were looking at little Danny like he'd hung the Earth," he teased. He was surprised however that instead of getting an embarrassed blush like he had hoped, he had gotten almost no reaction besides an almost sheepish smile.

"All my life I was read some of those ridiculous Boy Who Lived stories but as I grew older, they just became more and more ridiculous," Ginny said rather maturely. And just like that, Harry's respect for the girl increased dramatically. While she had admitted to being a fan girl a couple of years ago, she had clearly matured and left such childish things behind.

Soon enough the Potters arrived and after pleasantries were exchanged, the obscenely large group made their way into the crowded Diagon Alley.

—-

Hours later, an exhausted group made their way into their last shop of the day and as luck would have it, it was easily the most crowded.

At Flourish and Blotts, there was a preposterous amount of people clamoring around the open area usually used for author meetings. Women ranging from pre-Hogwarts age all the way to elderly made up the majority of the group. Nym pointed a sign out to him stating that Gilderoy Lockhart was signing copies of his books for the day. Harry grudgingly admitted to himself that it was quite a good ploy for Lockhart himself. After all, it was one of the last weekends before the Hogwarts Express was to leave and those families that waited until the last minute to go to Diagon Alley. While he thought it was good for the man himself, it surely wasn't good for anyone else as moving in the bookshop was nigh impossible.

"What a load of dragon dung," Harry muttered. Lily Potter was standing off to Harry's right and surprisingly heard him.

"What was that Harry?" She asked. This brought the attention of almost their entire group.

"Well I got my letter a few weeks early and did my shopping with Sirius soon after. I like to get ahead of my studies and I read through Lockhart's books. There are inconsistencies everywhere. Like at one point he's dealing with a Banshee, but the next book says he was leaving to fight off a Vampire on that same day. I just get a bad feeling about the man," he said. He saw Sirius, James and Arthur Weasley grinning like Christmas came early while Molly Weasley harrumphed and moved to wait in line. Lily however had a curious look on her face.

"So what...do you think he writes fiction and passes it off as biographical?" She asked and almost immediately a second, more dastardly option came into her mind. "Or are you thinking that he is taking credit for what other people have done?"

"I hope for the former and dread the latter. I'm leaning toward him writing fiction because it would be easier for him. But if he is passing these actions off as his own, why isn't anyone calling him out on it?" He asked rhetorically and noted that Lily paled as she came to the same conclusion that he had. There was something potentially devious surrounding the man.

Soon enough, the group was able move up significantly in line. They were nearing the front when Ronald was nearly bowled over by a photographer in a hurry.

"Out of the way there," the little man snarled. "This is for the Daily Prophet!"

At that point Lockhart looked up and noticed the group and almost immediately his gaze sharpened to Daniel.

"It can't be Daniel Potter!" He half-shouted causing whispers to erupt in the crowd. He rose from his seat and dived to grab Daniel, only Harry was faster. Before the man's hand could grasp Danny's wrist, Harry's caught Lockhart's. The crowd gasped as Lockhart winced, and as quickly as Harry moved, Sirius and James were right beside the Harry and Lockhart.

"Do you normally go around grabbing twelve year old boys without permission Mr. Lockhart," Harry said earning another scandalized gasp from the crowd. Lockhart winced again as Harry squeezed and the two bones in Lockhart's wrist rubbed harshly together.

"I-I just wanted to g-get a couple of p-pictures together," Lockhart said. "I meant no harm!"

"Well then why don't you ask him nicely? And maybe apologize?" Harry asked, not relenting one bit on his grip.

"Ahhh. I'm sorry Mr. Potter for trying to grab you," he started. "I let my excitement get the better of me and acted without thinking. I just wanted to see if you would like a picture together, I'm sure we'd be worth the front page of the Daily Prophet together."

Throughout the encounter, Daniel stood motionless and wide-eyed at the interaction between his brother and a world renowned fighter against the Dark Arts. He realized that he was being addressed by Lockhart almost too late.

"Ummmm, sure Mr. Lockhart one picture would be fine," Daniel replied. He didn't miss the disappointment in his brother's eyes.

And just like that, Gilderoy Lockhart regained his confidence and composure and an annoyingly bright smile lit up his face. Harry reluctantly released his hold on Lockhart and the man got a warning to not lose control like that again.

"Ladies and gentlemen what an extraordinary moment this is," Lockhart declared loudly, waving for silence. "The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time! When young Daniel stepped into Flourish and Blotts today with his family, he only wanted to purchase my autobiography. He had no idea however, that he would be getting so much more! He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real Magical me. Yes that's right, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The way the crowd reacted made it seem like nothing out of the ordinary had happened mere moments before. The older ladies clapped enthusiastically, the girls of Hogwarts nearly swooned, and even the men who were reluctantly there looked on in approval.

It was Harry's group however, who did not react so happily. After the rather dark conversation between Harry and Lily, those two, along with James, Sirius and Nym watched on in apprehension. With a potentially dangerous man in a position of power inside of Hogwarts, there could once again be problems at Hogwarts.

Not a moment too soon the group had finally made their way to the front door with the children leading the charge and the adults bringing up the rear. Just when Harry began to think that the dreaded shopping day was over, a snide voice rang in his ears. He had to fight off the urge to curse the speaker into smithereens.

"Bet you loved that didn't you Potter?" The voice sneered. "The famous Daniel Potter, can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Jealous Heir Malfoy?" Harry jumped in before Daniel could say anything. "I don't know why you find yourself humble enough to complain about someone's societal status when you feel the need to remind everyone about your father every ten minutes."

Draco Malfoy flushed red at the elder Potter's quip, especially considering he was right.

"What's the matter Malfoy? Kneazle got your tongue or are you too surprised someone actually talked back to you?" Ronald Weasley taunted.

"The only thing that surprises me is seeing you in a store Weasel. I suppose your family will go hungry for a month having to pay for all those books," Malfoy shot back. "Though I suppose your mother could do with less food."

Ronald's ears went red in fury as he went to smack the blonde ponce upside the head before he was interrupted by the voice of his father.

"Ron! What are you doing? It's too crowded in here lets go outside," he suggested jovially, obviously missing the verbal sparring that had just occurred.

"Well, well, well. Arthur Weasley," drawled a cold voice from behind Draco. There stood Lucius Malfoy. Tall with a cold visage and long platinum blonde hair tied in a black ribbon at the bottom of his head, he stood dressed in black robes with silver fastenings and the Malfoy family crest embroidered on his chest. Harry could almost feel James and Sirius stiffen as Lord Malfoy had one hand on his snake headed cane, where Harry knew the man kept his wand. Harry himself could feel his blood boiling as he set eyes on the man who had ruined his Godfather's chances of being a father.

"Lucius," Arthur replied just as coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry I hear. All those raids... I hope their paying you overtime," Malfoy Senior said. The man reached into Ginny's cauldron and pulled out a battered copy of the first year Transfiguration textbook. "Obviously not. Dear me, what's the use of being the disgrace to the name of Wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Arthur Weasley flushed a red far darker than his son had just a moment ago.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of Wizard, Malfoy," Mr. Weasley responded calmly.

Lucius Malfoy sneered at the Weasley Patriarch and dumped Ginny's books back into her secondhand cauldron. He gave icy looks to both James and Sirius before sneering further at Lily Potter. When his eyes travelled over Harry's they stopped and widened for a second.

Lucius had rarely felt fear in his life. Of course he felt it in the presence of the Dark Lord Voldemort and even felt an inkling of it when he was captured by the Aurors before getting off due to claiming to have been under the Imperius Curse. He had never felt fear while looking at a far younger individual until that day. Being a Death Eater, Lucius was very familiar with the Killing Curse, having cast it many times on numerous occasions. To see that familiar green looking at you from the coldest eyes he'd ever seen caused a shiver of fear to roll down his spine.

"Come Draco, we are leaving," the man announced. "We should not spend any more time amongst scum than necessary."

Harry watched intently as the Malfoy duo left the shop. Oh how he wanted to end the man. Malfoy was among the biggest sources of gold for bribes in the Ministry. He led the Dark faction of the Wizengamot and almost singlehandedly was the cause for the decline of the Wizarding World.

And one day, Harry was going to kill him.

Hours Later

Harry was sitting in his room with no one but Dobby as company. It was time to put some plans into motion.

"Dobby I have a favor to ask of you this year," Harry said to his smallest friend.

"Of course Master Harry! Dobby is at your service!" The excited Elf proclaimed.

"I need you to watch someone in your free time," Harry started. "He's a twelve year old Muggle boy, raised by devilish parents. There's no need to check in on the parents, their fates are already sealed. However I need to know what the son is like. I need to know if he has the same sadistic tendencies as his parents, and if he feels regret or remorse for anything he's done or likely is to do."

"Of course Master Harry. Yous can count on Dobby," he responded.

"Thank you my friend," Harry said smiling. "Remember, you have to remain unseen. If he does try to do anything bad, rewrite his memory and make him think that he got caught and punished. Then we'll see if his regret is genuine. Keep an eye on him unless I call for you."

"Yes Master Harry. Dobby will see it done," Dobby replied before disappearing with a crack.

"Kreacher!" Harry called next. Though Sirius still didn't get on that well with the aged House Elf, Kreacher had taken to Harry, despite being a Half-Blood, rather easily. The Elf recognized Harry as the Heir to the House of Black by blood and Magic and differed to him willingly. Kreacher quickly popped into existence in front of Harry.

"How can Kreacher serve the Heir Black?" He asked as he bent low enough that his nose rubbed the floor.

"Hello Kreacher, are you still working in the Hogwarts kitchens when you're not busy with your other duties?" Harrys asked.

"Yes Master Potter," Kreacher replied. "Master Sirius has little need of Kreacher these days."

"Well I have a task for you at Hogwarts," Harry started. "The new DADA Professor gives me a strange feeling. I would like you to run reconnaissance on him watch him at all times and stay out of sight. Most importantly however, I do not want him alone with any student. If a student has detention with him, you are to watch them and make sure he does nothing...untoward. Do you understand Kreacher?"

"Kreacher understands Master," he bowed. "What shall Kreacher do if nasty Professor tries something?"

"You are to find me and Professor's Flitwick and McGonagall," Harry replied. "And we'll take care of it."

"Yes Master," Kreacher dutifully replied before popping away, leaving Harry hopeful that Kreacher's job would be uneventful.

—

September 1st 1992

As usual, Harry and Nym had arrived to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters a half hour before the train was scheduled to depart. As time went on and made it closer and closer to eleven, they started to get worried as the Weasley party had not yet arrived. Harry also knew that Daniel was to accompany the Weasleys as James was working, and Lily was feeling quite ill.

At 10:58, they both exhaled sighs of relief as Fred, George and Percy came through the barrier followed closely by Arthur, Molly and little Ginny. The parents quickly got Ginny on the train and stood by the barrier. Their faces, that conveyed nervousness, quickly changed to shock when Mr. Weasley placed his hand on the barrier and instead of going through, it sat on top as if it were solid wall.

"I'm going to see where Danny is," Harry stated to Nym as Hestia Jones came in to sit next to them.

Nym nodded, knowing there was no stopping Harry when he felt someone needed his help.

"Go on Harry, I'll tell Cedric to let the Head Boy and Girl know," She said, quickly pecking him on the lips as he swiftly made his way off the train.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!" He called. "What happened? Where's Danny?"

"Oh Hadrian!" Mr. Weasley called back, relief evident in his voice. "We don't know what happened. We made it through the barrier alright, but when we turned to wait for the boys, they never came through. I checked it and the barrier is sealed!"

"Can't you Disapparate to King's Cross?" Harry asked.

Arthur shook his head. "During the War with You-Know-Who, the Ministry started putting up Anti-Apparition Wards around the platform to avoid attacks," Arthur explained. "The only way out is through the barrier or the private Floo and we didn't bring enough to get us both through."

Harry held out a small sack of coins. "Take this. Pay me back later. Floo out of here and find them. I'll get to the Muggle side and keep them there."

"Hadrian we can't take this-" Molly started only to be interrupted.

"Yes you can," Harry said forcefully. "It's the quickest way for you to get back. Take it and go."

"How will you get back?" Arthur asked before Molly could pick up steam and tell the boy off for talking to her like that.

"Dobby!" And just like that, his faithful Elf popped onto the platform.

"Master Harry calls Dobby," he bowed.

"Quickly Dobby, Disillusionment Charms and bring me to an abandoned part of King's Cross station, on the Muggle side," he ordered succinctly as the Weasley parents made their way to the Floos.

Dobby quickly obeyed and a second later, Harry was standing in a quiet alley adjacent to King's Cross Station. A quick Point Me later, and he was led into the main parking lot. He noticed the tell tale red hair of the Weasleys followed closely by the dark brownish red of his brother. They were walking to a blue Ford Anglia. He figured they were going to do the sensible thing and wait for Molly and Arthur to get back to the car, so he was thoroughly panicked when twelve-year old Ronald sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

Quicker than he thought possible, he had Dobby make him visible, while the Elf remained invisible, and sprinted to the car as Danny had finished storing his luggage and had sat in the passenger seat. Before Ronald could shift the car out of park Harry had made it to the front of the car and half jumped onto the hood.

"What the bloody Hell are you two doing?" He half yelled.

"Harry? What are you doing here? Did you miss the train too? We still had moments before the train had to leave but the gateway sealed itself for some reason. Come with us Harry, we're going to follow the train to Hogwarts!" Danny replied excitedly and rapidly.

"Follow the train to Hogwarts? And how do you plan on getting the car on the tracks?"

"The car flies! We're going to fly it to Hogwarts!" Danny blurted out. He flushed when he realized what he had said after Ron nudged him in the side. Harry stared at them dumbstruck. These two fools planned to break the International Statute of Secrecy by flying an enchanted car to Hogwarts.

"Get. Out. Of. The. Car" Harry demanded through gritted teeth.

Sensing Harry's ire, Ronald and Danny both got out of the car after shutting it down.

"Do you have any idea how serious this would have been if you had taken an illegal flying car to Hogwarts?" Harry asked quietly. "What would have happened if the enchantments failed and the car fell out of the sky with you in it? What would happen if you were seen by Muggles? Not only could you have broken the Statute of Secrecy and expose us to Muggles, but you could have been killed!"

Through Harry's reprimand, the boys began to look more and more ashamed as his words sank in. They hadn't thought of anything like that. They were just determined to get to Hogwarts.

"How will we get to Hogwarts then?" Ron asked meekly. Instead of answering, Harry pulled out his communication mirror.

"Sirius Black," he intoned. In seconds, the face of his Godfather showed up on the reflective surface.

"Harry? What are you doing? Why aren't you on the train?" Sirius asked a bit panicked.

"Daniel and Ron didn't make it through to the platform," Harry explained. "Somehow barrier was sealed before the train left and they were stranded on the Muggle side. I got off the train to find them and make sure nothing happened to them. I was able to find them quickly enough by the Weasley's car. They were going to wait for Molly and Arthur." It didn't feel good lying to Sirius like that, but he figured he dressed the twelve year olds down enough. Plus there was no need to worry them by telling the Head Auror.

"Blimey that's a tale," Sirius breathed. "Alright, I got some time right now so I'll come get you three and bring you to Hogsmeade."

"Molly and Arthur should be here any minute so we can discuss it with them when you all get here," Harry suggested.

"Sounds good Pup. I'll be there in a bit," Sirius said before shutting down the connection.

Mere moments later, Sirius, Arthur and Molly showed up to the car where Molly covered Ronald and Daniel in smothering hugs. Arthur and Sirius walked up to Harry with the former handing Harry a sack of gold and thanking him profusely for keeping the other two safe. After repeated assurances that it was alright and that nothing went wrong, the unlikely group made their way into the Ford Anglia and to the Leaky Cauldron. From there, they Flooed to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade and the three boys killed the hours before the train was to arrive exploring the village. The Molly had fought against it, she was eventually convinced to allow Harry to watch over the two boys with a watchful Dobby watching from the shadows.

It did not take long for Harry to get bored of the nonsensical exploring Ronald and Daniel took him along and soon enough, he couldn't wait for the Hogwarts Express to arrive. After what seemed like several long and agonizing hours, the sun had set and the light of the Hogwarts Express could be seen approaching in the distance.

"Thank you Dobby," Harry said graciously. "You may return to your other duties."

"Thank you, Master Harry," the diminutive creature said before popping away.

Soon enough the train had arrived at Hogsmeade Station and deposited the student body onto the platform and Nym into his arms.

"First train ride without me since your first year, however did you survive without me?" Harry teased.

"Oh shut it! I'll have you know that I spent most of the time gossiping with Hes," she replied with a glint in her eyes.

"Oh? And what is the Hogwarts rumor mill saying now?"

"Oh you know, this and that," she teased right back. "Who's snogging who, the quality of said snogging, and talks about an eventful day in Diagon Alley not too long ago."

"Hmmm why do I feel like I'm a common factor in those three topics?" Harry asked.

"Cause you are Lover-boy," she grinned. "You should have seen Cedric's face when he heard about you almost beating up our new DADA Professor. It was glorious! Now tell me, what happened with your brother?"

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A/N: Sorry for the serious delay. I feel like with every update I say I want to write more frequently but time and time again I just seem to lose motivation. I hope you all are doing well with this Coronavirus going around. My area is basically quarantined. Please stay safe and wash your hands!

Remember constructive criticisms only please. I feel like my motivation just drops after seeing a scathing review so please don't be a dick.

I hope you all didn't mind the scene of the trio getting together. I hope that those of you who didn't like it can cut me some slack as this is my first ever fanfiction I've written and I found it a bit difficult to come up with a potential scene for them.

Also I don't know if anyone has realized, but I write this story with very little outlines. Everything basically comes from the top of my head.

Thank you all for your support!