—Dance of Death 34—

In the last chapter, Harry's magic has recovered, and he has learned to focus past the pain from the thorns. He has been working with the incarnations of his parents each night in his Dreamscape learning to master the knowledge and skills they have passed on. He has been able to create seven 'Spell Matrixes' which are an ancient form of magic that predates wands.

A spell matrix allows a wizard to store the foundation of a spell in their own pattern and launch it from the matrix. Having seven matrices allows him to choose seven different spells to be able to cast. A spell matrix is not as fast or flexible as a wand, it still can be quite effective. Each morning, Harry either keeps his chosen matrices, or he re-attunes them to a different spell.

Harry and Draco are now returning to Hogwarts to take their OWL exams. Harry obviously has plans beyond his OWLs and getting justice is his top priority. Dolores Umbridge is right at the top of his list. I originally planned to present this in one chapter, but it is growing too fast and I decided to split it.

—DoD—

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters – they belong to JKRowling.

FASA owns the Earthdawn setting which has influenced many of the ideas in my stories. The Ritual of Thorns and Oakheart are two examples.

—DoD—

Special thanks to my Beta Reader, 'Just William' for the excellent feedback and diligent work in making the story better.

Chapter 34: Comeuppance part 1

Kings Cross

June 8, 1996

Saturday Afternoon

Harry and Draco were taken by Narcissa and Andromeda to platform 9 ¾ to take the express to Hogwarts. Harry spotted a few order members in the crowd, as well as Bill, Arthur, and Molly. Classes technically ended for those not taking NEWTS or OWLs yesterday and Ginny would be coming home today. That meant Harry would have about two hours with her before he had to head back to Hogwarts. Departing on the same train Ginny was arriving on.

Well, at least he'd see Hermione and Neville at the school. Still, there were people on the train he'd rather not see… most of Hufflepuff house. Most of Ravenclaw. Most of… well, just about everyone. Doctor Gaines helped him learn how to cope with stressful social situations and he was particularly good at the 'Dead Face' that came from the emotional Occlumency.

Given his 'thorny problem', Harry just didn't feel good about handling his invisibility cloak. So, he left it at Grimmauld Place. Moving around unseen was something he had learned to appreciate over the years, so he made sure to prepare the 'Disillusionment' charm and the 'Anonymous' charm and place them in two of his Matrices.

Harry frequently wished he had known the Anonymous charm last year… His father had taught it to him over the last few weeks. Unlike the Disillusionment charm, it didn't make him invisible. Instead, it made him unnoticed and unobtrusive. Just a face in the crowd. Being able to blend in with the crowds made the hallways of Hogwarts far safer. Of course, he wouldn't have the skills he had today if his fourth year had been safer. Silver lining…

In everyday situations and when moving through crowds, the Anonymous charm was significantly better than disillusionment. It was equally a glamour and a subtle mental influence. A strong enough mind would notice it, but 95% of the populations would just ignore him and struggle to recall his features. It would essentially force others not to notice him. Still, he hated using up his spell matrices on limited use charms. With only seven matrices, each one had to be carefully considered. His dad had taught him the 'Anonymous' charm to help him navigate around Hogwarts.

On a whim, Harry quietly cast the 'Anonymous' charm as the Hogwarts Express approached. The people he was with already knew he was here, so they'd see right through it. But no one else would unless they intently focused on his nondescript form and actively tried to identify him. He'd just look like some average Joe standing beside Draco.

Andromeda peered at him a moment. "Nice effect. Now, try to stay out of trouble. You are there for one reason and one reason only – to take your OWLs. This is not the time or the place for revenge. Take your OWLs, get your wand, and keep your head down."

Narcissa then addressed her son and Harry both, "Watch each other's backs. Remember, staying safe is paramount."

Harry smiled, "Mr. Felder will be in Hogsmeade and will accompany me into Hogwarts."

Andromeda tensed up a bit, "Harry… Why is our solicitor going to be there?"

"If anything unfortunate occurs, he will have already formally notified Dumbledore that he is not to meet with me alone. He will always have to be present as I'm no longer an official student. There is precedent. Also… if anyone tries anything, I plan to respond in full force."

Andromeda narrowed her eyes a bit, "Define 'Full Force', please."

"Why do you insist on hearing what we both know will only upset you? I won't kill anyone for a stinging hex, but I'll break their hands. I won't kill anyone for a stunner, but I'll shatter their hip. The darker the spell, the more excruciating the response. I will always respond with twice the force as the attack."

Andromeda considered her words. "I want you to stay away from Umbridge and Snape." Turning to Draco, Andromeda added, "Draco, watch his back and make sure no one does anything they'll regret. Harry, do not think Umbridge won't pay for her crimes… but please let me deal with her."

Harry considered her words for a moment. "If no one bothers me, I won't bother anyone. But, as you said, Umbridge will pay. It might not be this year, but she will pay. And I'll be the one who collects the debt."

Andromeda looked at Narcissa a moment. "I suppose I'll be in Hogsmeade for the next two weeks as well." She almost said she was disappointed, but in truth, she was proud. Harry was beginning to show his Black side.

—DoD—

Three Hours Later

The Hogwarts Express

Harry had been told that there were students that weren't going to Hogwarts. Mostly home schooled or from various Wiccan covens or Druidic groups. But he was shocked to see so many. Based on what he was seeing, there were at least as many fifth and seventh year students electing to train outside Hogwarts as there were Hogwarts students. Harry had no idea there were so many… He thought Hogwarts was mandatory without a good reason. Why were they allowed a wand and he wasn't? In fact, why was Draco allowed a wand and why hadn't he thought about it before now?

Harry and Draco found a compartment and Draco left to give Harry and Ginny a bit of privacy. Using Draco's wand, Harry put a strong locking charm on the door to keep people away. Ever since their duel at Gringotts, Draco's wand seemed to work well for him. He avoided using it as Draco seemed to grow irritated when he asked. That was understandable, really. A wand was a very personal thing for a wizard or a witch. He also warded it against others with a simple Confundus and Repulsion ward. People would just skip the compartment and ignore the door. He missed being a curse breaker.

Harry spent an hour with Ginny on the train while it loaded up with students going to take their OWLs or their NEWTs. Ginny was thrilled to be done with school and hoped to be a chaser next year now that Angelina and Alicia were off the team. Harry didn't have the heart to tell her he couldn't play with his thorns. Not only would the thorns make it hard for him to grasp and ride his broom, but he wasn't even sure it was legal given the way seekers so frequently met each other.

Ginny also shared more stories about the 'inquisitors' and how bad things had gotten. She suspected Hogwarts was helping them as the stairs seemed to frequently work against the inquisitors. The elves also began giving support to those frequently targeted. It was like having a bunch of junior Death Eaters running around making trouble. Everyone had been waiting for the curse on the position to kick in, but it still hadn't.

On that note, she stood up to leave and handed Harry back his map. "You'll probably need this, Harry. We've heard comments…" She paused a moment before nervously continuing. "The Inquisitor's have been talking about you specifically. Please be careful, Harry."

"I will Ginny. Thanks for returning the map." No sense telling her that any inquisitors he encountered would rue the day.

"Harry, you know they're on the train, right?"

"Well, I guess. The ones not taking their OWLs or NEWTs… Going home…" What was she getting at?

"No, Harry. Sixth year prefects always stay behind to assist the home-schooled students that take their NEWTs. But this year, Umbridge kept all her fifth year and up Inquisitors as well. Some will be on the train, Harry. Please be careful."

"I will Ginny. I so want to kiss you…" The pain of not being able to do more than hold Dragon hide gloved hands was almost as bad as the thorns themselves. Well, not really… but it still stunk.

"I have to go now, but I'll see you in two weeks. Goodbye Harry."

"Goodbye Gin. I love you."

"I love you too."

—DoD—

Hogwarts Express

Harry and Draco's Compartment

June 8th, Saturday

Soon after Ginny left, Draco returned to the compartment. He looked extremely distracted. The pair sat quietly until the train pulled away. Harry removed the charms from the door so the food trolley would find them.

Harry turned to his visibly distracted friend, "I don't know what you learned, but please share."

Draco sat back a moment and considered what he'd been told.

"Harry, you know about the inquisitors, right?" Seeing Harry nod, he continued, "Slytherin house isn't just a bunch of aspiring Death Eaters. There are… moderates in the house. They don't feel safe. Imagine having to share a common room and a dorm with the worst elements of Slytherin. Imagine they had been given free rein."

"Shite." Harry thought about those three Slytherin girls who helped him last year.

"People are scared, Harry. The girl I like is terrified. Most of my friends are just going along with it all to avoid being targeted."

This was the first time Draco had mentioned a girl. "The girl you like, can she go to Dumbledore or Snape?" Harry couldn't believe he just recommended going to Snape for anything.

Draco answered, "Her older sister is on the Inquisitor squad, but she's no aspiring Death Eater. We all do things we never dreamed we would… to protect family. Snape has been reining the Inquisitors in within the common room, but Umbridge has been emboldening them."

"Draco, you can tell your girl not to worry. If things go the way I expect, there won't be any Inquisitors next year."

"What about her sister? Can you… not do whatever you are planning… to her?"

"Draco, I don't even know who we're talking about. Are you willing to share?" Seeing Draco considering whether or not to tell him, Harry exclaimed, "Oh, come on! I would have met her on Valentines if… well, if not for everything that happened."

"Her name is Astoria. Astoria Greengrass. Her sister is Daphne Greengrass. She's protecting more than just Astoria and she's helped other houses too." Seeing Harry thinking about who it was and realising he wasn't sure, Draco added, "Just don't hurt her."

Harry suddenly straightened up, "You mean the Ice Queen? She's a real bitch."

Draco laughed. "Yeah. Well, she may be cold, but she's not cruel. Her best friend is a Half-Blood and she's walking a rough line."

Harry thought about this. "Alright. I won't hurt her." He remembered her now. Always so icy cold. Giving those icy stares. Wearing that damn 'Potter Stinks' button. "But you need to tell her to stay out of my way. I have no idea who Astoria is."

"She's a third year, but only because her birthday is in September. Her parents didn't want her to be the youngest in her year."

Harry thought about that. It made sense. Hermione was one of the oldest in her year and it showed. She's very mature and seems to just be a little more together than everyone else. While he, on the other hand, was one of the youngest in his year and always smaller than everyone else. Physically, he'd always been closer in appearance to Ginny's year. That meant the Ice Queen's sister was about the same age as Ginny.

"Seriously, Draco. Pass the word, if the Ice Queen sees me squaring up against the Inquisitors, run the other way."

Draco considered this conversation. He had no idea what Harry was planning. Harry was pretty much healed and way more powerful than anyone thought possible. He had a solicitor on standby… And they had been practicing some weird spells.

"Harry, what are you planning?"

"I'm sort of making it up as I go. But I plan to take a lot of people out."

Draco groaned. Was this why Granger and Weasley act the way they do? Sure, it was an energetic ride, but the stress! What if it blew up in his face? What if… ARRRGGG. The only consoling thought was that there'd be no guilt. Unless someone got hurt in the crossfire…

Draco was pulled out of his thoughts when there was a knock on the door.

Just outside the compartment door was a small kid in a wheelchair. He was looking intently at Harry.

Harry got up and opened the door. "Hello?"

"Hello, my name is Billy. Billy Corbin. Would you mind giving me an autograph?"

Harry looked at the kid. He looked like he'd been in an accident. "Well, alright… I'm really not famous or anything…" Suddenly, Harry saw two prefects making their rounds. Cho Chang and some sixth year Ravenclaw. Was it Carmichael? Shite.

Harry froze up for a moment. "Hey, Billy… hit me up later. I… need to use the loo." Harry did not want to see Cho. She kept writing to him!

Harry took off and ducked into the loo. Once inside, he shifted his hearing to owl levels. Cho was trying to find him. She asked Draco if he had seen him. Billy… shite. Billy ratted him out. Harry stepped out of the loo and used the 'Anonymous' charm to blend in with a group of home schoolers. Pretending to look out the window, he used his occlumency to maintain a completely calm demeanour. Cho soon walked by. Done.

Harry made his way back and was relieved to see Billy had left. Entering the compartment, Harry borrowed Draco's wand and raised the wards and locks again. Draco looked amused.

After handing Draco his wand, Harry sat quietly. He ignored Draco's smirk if he possibly could. Draco still knew how to get to him… it was a gift.

"What?"

"So, Dark Lords, Dragons, Dementors, and a whole bunch of Inquisitors… you're ok with that. But one pretty Ravenclaw and you lose it." Draco laughed and shook his head. "You are one complex nut-job Harry."

Harry snickered a bit despite his irritation. "What would you do?"

"Well, you're holding all the cards. She feels bad and wants absolution." He thought for a moment. "I'd ask for restitution."

That surprised Harry. "What?! Are you serious?"

"She humiliated you in public at a Ministry approved event. An event that was partially in your honour. As the Heir of an Ancient and Most Noble House, that's grounds for all kinds of reprisals. Legal reprisals." Draco rubbed his chin in thought. "Do you think she even knows that? She doesn't seem scared, just ashamed. Fairly desperate, but not in the way she should feel. You could do a lot of damage to the Chang family. You could ruin her."

Harry squirmed about, shifting his thorns. Cushioning charms on the mat he was sitting on only helped so much. "I'd rather just ignore her. I really want to forget all about the Yule Ball."

Draco stopped smiling, "Yeah. I guess I'd be the same way. I'm sorry about those Buttons."

Harry barked out a laugh. "Yeah. Do you think anyone will be wearing any?" It was clear how much they had hurt him.

Draco now had an idea of how Cho felt. Harry wore his heart on his sleeve. Well, when he wasn't doing the 'Dead Face' Occlumency trick.

"No, Harry. The charm would have worn off ages ago. But I am sorry."

"I'll forgive you if you don't bring it up again." Harry wondered why it was so much easier to forgive the guy who made the Buttons than the people that wore them. Maybe it had to do with expectations. Draco did exactly as Harry had expected, but everyone who wore them let him down. Thank you, Doctor Gaines.

Draco smiled politely. "Deal."

"Hey, wait a second, shouldn't I be seeking restitution?"

"Too late, you already made the deal." Grinning, Draco added, "Besides, you have all my money."

"So true."

—DoD—

About an hour later, they saw the food trolley and flagged her down. Sitting and snacking, Harry once more considered how many kids were being home schooled. He knew Hogwarts wasn't cheap, but the tuition was adjusted to income levels, so there really wasn't a financial reason. For some people it was free.

"Draco, why are so many kids home schooled? I have to admit, there are a lot more than I expected."

Lots of reasons. Let's ignore the whole Wiccan covens and Druidic groves, those are easy to understand. Based on what we saw on the platform, I'd say they make up about a third of the students. They don't follow the Hermetic methods, but they still must pass their OWLs to practice magic. No, they're not happy about that, but it is what it is."

Harry asked, "Wait, what about Muggle-Born? What if Hermione decided to join a bunch of other witches and form a coven?"

"Covens can include men too, but there are plenty of all female covens. They're powerful, too. But they would only approach a Hogwarts student upon graduation. Muggle-Born students must attend Hogwarts, it's the law. Unless they are somehow apprenticed… but I don't know how that would happen at eleven." Draco shrugged and continued. "But we're getting off topic. Really Harry, I need you to focus."

Harry chuckled. Draco got wound up so easily.

Draco got them back on topic. "The other students either have some kind of disability, extreme medical issues beyond what Hogwarts can treat, or, most often, their parents just decided not to send them."

Harry wondered, "Can you give examples?"

Draco was getting into this, "Medical issues make up maybe five percent of the students. Any life threatening and difficult to treat health problems. Certain maledictions or lingering curses. Disabilities would be blindness, mobility issues like that boy who wanted your autograph, dyslexia, stuff like that. Then there are the dissenters. They make up the majority." Considering, Draco said, "Probably half don't agree with the curriculum. Technically the Druidic and Wiccan parents fall into this, but they have different reasons. The half that intentionally keeps their kids home is doing it for political or social reasons."

Harry thought he understood. "Like the blood status fixation?" That was the most annoying aspect.

Draco considered the question carefully. "Yes, but not completely. Many of the sacred 28 believe Hogwarts has failed to present a balanced view. The feel the school caters to those outside of our society far more than to those inside. They think Hogwarts ignores many of the cultural practices and rituals that make up our society."

Harry thought Andromeda might have said something about this. "Why not have a course for that?"

"Well, there are two sides here. Consider how the Wiccan families or the Hermetic families would feel if the school taught Druidic rituals. Then there are those from other cultures with completely different rituals. The Patil sisters or Zabini probably don't want to learn about traditional British rituals or customs that differ significantly from their own. They have a time lag. The board decided it was best to focus on magic and magic theory and let the cultural aspects and rituals be taught at home."

Harry remembered that the Malfoy family was a long-time financial supporter of Hogwarts and had a seat on the board. Or used to. "That makes sense." He hated to admit it, though.

Draco continued, "Many of the Heirs of the Ancient and Noble families don't go to Hogwarts. They'll send the cousins, but not the main family lines. Your godfather becoming a rebel had a lot to do with that. He apparently left for Hogwarts as a proper pure blood heir but came back ready to throw all tradition to the wind and act like one of the Weird Sisters. It was pretty shocking."

Harry angrily replied, "He had his reasons!"

Draco held up his hands. "I'm sure he did. This isn't about him, it's about the fears of the traditionalist families. Many of the more liberal families practically worshiped Dumbledore and that made Hogwarts a school that the more conservative families viewed as a testament to our societies eroding values."

Harry depressingly said, "So, most of the home-schooled students are basically purebloods who think Hogwarts is too liberal."

Draco shook his head. "No. About twenty percent fall into that category. The others are mostly Half-Bloods who don't want their children picked on. Usually they're from established families and married a muggle-born or even a muggle. They think Hogwarts is full of bigots and blood purists."

Harry was beginning to understand. "Like Slytherin house."

Draco winced. There was some truth there. "Yeah. But it's not so bad if you aren't from an old family. Most of the pure bloods would just leave you alone." Seeing Harry's obvious disagreement, Draco added, "I know what you're thinking, Harry. But Granger got it significantly worse than most, mainly because she's so vocal in condemning the establishment. She also was… your best friend. I'm sorry, but it's true."

They sat quietly a minute, then Harry asked, "So, how do they get trained? The wealthier families can get tutors, but the others…?"

Draco nodded, "There are small study groups. Most families try extremely hard to get into those groups. They pool their resources and bring in tutors. You'd be surprised how many tutors reduce their fees to help in one of these schools. There are tax breaks as well."

"Alright. So, five percent have medical issues. We'll say thirty percent are part of either Wiccan covens or Druidic groves. Twenty percent are pureblood royalty. That means almost half are just people that are afraid their children will be picked on."

Draco suddenly realised he left out a group. "I forgot Squibs and Near-Squibs. They have their own OWLs. Just to stay in our society, they need to know enough about it. They probably make up about ten or fifteen percent. And not all the dissenters are afraid of being picked on. Some of those study groups are very well thought of. Think of them as advanced curriculum for kids that don't want to go to boarding school. If my family hadn't been on the board, I may have gone to one of those groups. A few are focused on a specific core skill, like enchanting or wand lore. The Ollivander family likes to train their own children."

It was sinking in. "So, what's a Near-Squib?"

"Basically, a Wizard or Witch that can use a wand, but doesn't have the power to do anything advanced. No Transfiguration, but simple charms are fine. They're doing well to get an 'Acceptable' on their Charms OWLs. They won't be able to manage NEWT level studies that involve practical applications. In a lot of ways, they're the real losers. They can't go to Muggle University if they want to use magic, but they can't use magic well enough to get very far in our society. You'll get a few that progress in Potions, Herbology, Runes, Arithmancy or Care of Magic Creatures… but no wand work beyond second or third year levels. Some become tutors in other study groups… but they don't have the magical ability to do anything practical with the knowledge. Still, there are some good tutors who lack the skill to practice what they teach. A lot people thought Longbottom was a Near-Squib. Some still do."

"So, all these people that don't want to be at Hogwarts are forced to come and take their OWLs here."

Draco looked thoughtfully at Harry, "Yes. It seems cruel when you put it like that."

Harry changed the topic. "Ginny mentioned Prefects. Why haven't I seen Hermione or Ron on the train?"

Draco was glad for the change. "Only the sixth year Prefects are 'on duty'. Fourth year Prefects are still learning the job, fifth years are preparing for their OWLs, and the seventh years are preparing for their NEWTs. Your friend Bell is probably here on the train."

"Katie? I'd like to see her again." Harry then looked at the door, wondering why he hadn't seen her.

"Don't count on it. This is the Ravenclaw section of the train. We always divide up the train. Well, back when I was a prefect we would. Besides, I doubt Bell will be allowed anywhere near Chang." Draco then laughed a bit. "Not after the beating she gave her at the Yule Ball. Bell's lucky she didn't lose her Prefect status."

Harry hadn't thought of that. "How did she manage that?"

Draco shrugged, "Flitwick spoke up on her behalf and Dumbledore asked McGonagall to be lenient."

"Draco, thanks for taking the time to explain this stuff to me. I appreciate it." Draco gave a short nod. After pausing a minute, Harry said, "I want you to know I see you as a friend, now. After the first few years… well, I just wanted you to know that."

Draco looked at Harry a moment before responding. "You know I like women, right? No offence, but I'm not interested."

"What? No, that's not what I meant…" What the hell?

"Sounded like a proposition to me. I just thought I would let you down easy before you embarrassed yourself."

"Fuck you, Draco."

"There you go again, Harry. Always with the Potty mouth."

"You're a GIT."

Draco opened a book and began studying for his exams. He always found it relaxing to get under Harry's skin. After about an hour, he said, "You're a friend too Harry."

Harry ignored him.

Draco Malfoy chuckled the rest of the way to Hogwarts. Irritating Harry on the Hogwarts Express was something he had come to look forward to.

— Dance of Death 34—

Hogwarts

June 8, 1996

Saturday, 9PM

When the Hogwarts Express arrived, Harry and Draco disembarked and found Mr. Felder. The man was standing beside the carriages and waved when he saw Harry.

"Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy. Most of the students are taking their OWLs, so they'll be approaching from the Lake. I understand it's a tradition for the first time at Hogwarts. You two can proceed directly to the castle with the NEWT testers and we'll meet up in the Headmaster's office after you unpack. You'll get first choice of the beds."

Harry smiled. "Thank you." He noticed Mr. Felder was very attentive to his thorns.

Draco and Harry grabbed a carriage and rode up with a pair of NEWT students. Both were immaculately dressed and seemed to know Draco.

Draco politely introduced Harry. "Heir Selwyn, Heir Greengrass. This is Heir Black. You likely know him as Heir Potter."

The first Wizard introduced himself, "Joseph Selwyn. Pleased to meet you." Harry noticed that he didn't really seem pleased.

"Michael Greengrass, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He seemed sincere.

Harry nodded politely to each of them. "Hadrian Potter. It's nice to meet you both. You can call me Harry. Everyone else does. It's easier than deciding whether to call me Potter or Black."

Harry could tell they were a bit surprised by his casual demeanour. Draco pursed his lips. Whatever. After a minute or two of silence, the Greengrass boy extended his hand.

"Call me Michael, Harry. I must admit to having followed some of your exploits." Harry noted that Joseph Selwyn did not invite him to use his last first name.

Harry started to reach out, then pulled back and held his thorn covered hand up. "Sorry, I have a slight thorn problem. But I'm glad to meet you as well." Michael chuckled politely.

The rest of the way to the school, the students simply looked at the sights. Harry could tell Michael wanted to say more, but he didn't. Draco seemed to know what was going on.

After leaving the carriage, the other NEWT students gathered and were met by Umbridge and her Inquisitors. Harry made a point to memorise each of their faces. At one point he made eye contact with Umbridge and he turned on the Emotional Occlumency. Everyone said he looked emotionless in that state and it was unnerving. Threatening even. Perfect. They stared long enough at each other that people began whispering. The message was clear.

After breaking eye contact, Umbridge addressed the NEWT students. "Greetings and Welcome to Hogwarts. Volunteers from the school will lead you to your dorms. Once you unpack, please proceed to the great hall and you'll be given your instructions for the next two weeks. We hope you will find Hogwarts to meet all your academic and social needs in the two weeks you are here. If you need any assistance, feel free to ask a prefect or one of my hand selected volunteers."

A student in a wheelchair raised her hand. Harry noticed Umbridge grimaced looking at the girl. "Yes, dear?"

"I have need to get a medical portkey. Who should I see?"

You will need to see the headmaster. Miss Greengrass, please escort Miss…?"

"Rosier."

Umbridge suddenly stopped sneering. "Yes. Please escort Miss Rosier to the Headmasters office. Along with any others that need medical assistance."

Harry had to fight a gag reflex. Umbridge was scowling when she thought the girl was just some cripple. The minute she found out her name was Rosier, she was oh-so-concerned. Harry said a silent prayer that he'd get his chance for payback this visit.

—DoD—

He and Draco followed the crowd and came to an unused tower that housed a set of dormitories. The ground level was the common room. The next four levels were reserved for OWL students and three top levels were for NEWT students. It seemed unfair given that there were more than twice as many OWL students. Harry and Draco went to the fourth level and found their trunks. As they picked out their beds.

Harry asked, "What was up with Michael and Selwyn? That was an awkward ride."

"The Greengrass family is a cadet family to the Selwyn's. They're more neutral, but they must defer to the Selwyn family when they're together. Michael is a nice guy, but he broke protocol when he accepted your invitation for formality. He should have followed Joseph's lead. It was a minor error, and he didn't speak after that."

Harry wondered, "Is he related to your girlfriend and Daphne?"

Draco just said, "Older brother."

"So, why is he home schooled while his sisters are at Hogwarts?"

Draco smiled sincerely, "They're socially networking and looking for potential husbands. It's something a lot of pureblood families do. Michael won't have a choice in who he marries, he'll have to trust in his parents to set up a good pairing. But it's best to let daughters have more say in the decision. It prevents… unfortunate actions later."

"Well, Miss Ice Queen better thaw out her knickers if she wants a husband."

Draco laughed, "Always classy, Potter!"

They each picked out a wardrobe and Harry warded them both. His trunk was warded to a ridiculous level, but that had taken time. No one short of Dumbledore would be getting into that without a major time investment. The wardrobes would be a quick job.

The wards were still good enough to prevent most of the castle inhabitants from getting in, but a concerted effort by anyone with basic curse-breaking skills would eventually get through them. Harry would, however, be alerted if that occurred. On a whim, he put a nasty curse on both wardrobes in case anyone tried to get in. His trunk was already warded like a warzone keep. He was really enjoying using his curse-breaker skills once more. Harry added a 'House Elf' exception so Dobby could take care of their clothes. Speaking of which…

"Dobby!"

The small elf appeared. "How can Dobby serve master?"

"Hi, Dobby. I just wanted to show you where we're set up. If you can help us unpack, that'd be great." Harry opened his chest.

Up sprang a certain three headed snake.

"§Surprise! §" "§We're here for you! §" "§It was a long ride; can we have some water? §"

Harry jumped back. "§What the hell? §"

"§You should have told us how long the ride was. §" "§We peed on your clothes, sorry. §" "§When are you going to kill someone? §" "§Will you take us on a tour? §" "§We tried to hold it, but we couldn't. §" "§No one will notice. §" "§Is this where we're sleeping? §"

Harry realised Draco and Dobby were staring at him.

Harry stood slack jawed for a minute, then asked, "Dobby, can you… get my clothes clean?"

Draco asked, "You're sending it… them back, right? With Dobby." Draco knew Harry was sensitive about how people referred to his Familiar.

After a moment, Harry shook his head. "No. I want her here. And Hogwarts can't turn away a bonded Familiar."

"Harry, that's a… she's a quadruple X class creature."

Harry straightened up "She stays."

"§Yeesss. §" "§We're not going anywhere without Harry. §" "§Who do we bite first? §"

Harry corrected them. "§ No more 'Bite' talk. Or talk about killing. Just call it 'Magic' or something. I don't want to slip up and say something I'll regret. §"

Looking up at Dobby and Draco, Harry realised they were curious as to what he had said. "They promise to be on good behaviour." Harry then poured them a bit of water to drink and let them slither up his arm between the thorns. Soon she was peeking out of his collar.

Draco just stared in disbelief. No wonder Granger was always such a basket case.

— Dance of Death 34—

Hogwarts

Headmaster's Office

June 9, 1996

Sunday 9:30PM

Harry and Draco arrived at the Headmasters office and met Mr. Felder outside the entrance hall. Mr. Felder gave them a scrutinising look and concluded that something had already occurred.

"Mr. Potter… Mr. Malfoy. Why do I get the impression you two are up to something?" At that point, Harry's Familiar peeked three of her heads out of Harry's collar. The solicitor suddenly froze and stared.

Harry smiled politely. "Mr. Felder allow me to introduce my Familiar. Hecate, Selene, and Artemis. They decided to stow away in my trunk and now that they're here… Well, I think I'd like them to stay. By law, Hogwarts is not allowed to interfere with a student and their Familiar."

The solicitor was at a loss for words. "Heir Black… and yes, I will be addressing you by your Ancient and Most Noble title around your headmaster… I have not had an opportunity to research precedence here… I admit to not being prepared for this eventuality." After a pause, he asked, "Have you actually bonded with a Runespoor?"

"I bonded with her when she was still an egg."

Draco rubbed his forehead. He felt a headache developing.

"I… see. Well, the school can't forcefully separate you, but it can deny you entrance." After a moment, he added, "But I don't think they will."

Harry's Familiar began a dialog only Harry could understand. "§ We're here to stay. §" "§ Harry is going to 'Magic' people. §"

Harry looked at her. "§ Keep your head down. I don't want anything happening too soon. §" Looking up, Harry addressed his solicitor, "Do you see any insurmountable problems?"

"No, but I normally like to be better prepared, Heir Black. Let me do the talking." Turning toward the Gargoyle, he said, "Salt Water Taffy."

The Gargoyle moved aside, and spiral stairs were now visible. After a short walk, the three of them entered the Headmaster's quarters with Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Umbridge.

Albus Dumbledore smiled with twinkling eyes. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter. So good to have you both back. Mr. Potter, you appear to have recovered from the unpleasant experience."

Harry smiled. "Thank you, Headmaster. I've learned to focus through the pain. Of course, pain and Hogwarts do seem to always go together."

Mr. Felder stepped in to keep this from escalating. "Given the unfortunate circumstances from the last visit, I am serving you and your staff with a notification of representation. Heir Black will require my presence if any of you or other members of the staff wish to meet privately with him. There will be no exceptions."

Harry noted that Umbridge seemed a bit distressed. Good. She'll be desperate and easier to manipulate. Dumbledore looked sad but accepting. Professor McGonagall seemed ambivalent.

Mr. Felder continued. "Additionally, Heir Black has a new Familiar and no one will be allowed contact with it except for him. Failure to abide by this will result in legal action. This is non-negotiable."

Dumbledore seemed to light up. "This is wonderful news. Your Familiar is always welcome at Hogwarts, Harry."

Draco took three steps to the side to watch the events unfold.

Harry smiled. "Thank you, sir. I'll let her know." Harry stretched the collar of his shirt and said, "§ Come on out and say hello, sweetie. §"

Three little heads peeked out of Harry's shirt. Albus Dumbledore immediately stopped smiling.

Draco Malfoy found this to be one of the most hysterical moments he had ever witnessed. Years later, he would look back on this meeting whenever he felt the need to laugh or smile. Minerva McGonagall lost all composure and shrieked. Umbridge screeched out something incoherent and pulled her wand. Dumbledore immediately disarmed her, prompting the vile woman to climb up and stand on a chair. Mr. Felder raised a shield over Harry ensuring no harm would come to his client. Then the shouting started.

Throughout the entire scene, Harry Potter just smirked in a way only someone covered in thorns can. Equal parts amusement and maliciousness. All the while, Albus Dumbledore tried to calm his staff and Mr. Felder threatened legal action. Draco finally understood why Granger and Weasley were always following Harry around. Moments like this don't just happen. And they live forever inside your mind. Always there, waiting to bring you happiness and joy.

Harry ended the discussion by offering to pursue his education at Beauxbatons. He even produced a letter accepting him for OWL testing at the end of June. Oddly, Both Dumbledore and Umbridge seemed eager to prevent that. It was agreed that Harry and Mr. Felder would return the next morning to discuss Harry's testing in more detail.

— Dance of Death 34—

Hogwarts

June 9, 1996

Sunday, 7:30 AM

Harry and Draco had their floor to themselves as soon as everyone heard there was a Runespoor in their dorm. Draco had made her sound far larger and more vicious that reality, but it had the result of giving Harry and Draco the fourth level all to themselves.

The boys woke and showered. Harry was heading to see the Headmaster and Draco was going to meet his friends. Showering took twice as long for Harry due to the thorns and the inability to use a towel. He finally just jumped up and down until he was reasonably dry. He had no intention of wasting a spell matrix on a drying charm. Coming out of the shower, he slowly woke his Familiar. Hecate and Selene were happy and eager, but Artemis was not a morning serpent. She bared her fangs, nearly resulting in a three-way brawl.

In the end, Harry fed each of his girls a tiny vole and everyone was happy. Coming downstairs, Harry saw all the different home-schooled students. Having a small Runespoor poking out of his shirt collar resulted in far more attention than he had wanted. He silently cursed himself for sending Draco on ahead of him.

"§Why are they all looking at us? §" "§Are they looking at us or Harry? §" "§Who do we bite first? §"

Harry quietly whispered "§No biting. They're staring because… you girls are so beautiful. §"

"§Are you sure? §" "§They look fearful. §"

Harry suddenly saw Katie Bell and Cormac McLaggen. Katie was smiling and Cormac seemed to be curiously looking around.

Harry ignored Cormac and addressed his friend. "Katie! How are you?" Turning to Cormac, he simply said, "McLaggen."

Cormac weakly smiled and said, "Potter." He was staring at the Runespoor.

Katie was still smiling, but she was looking at both Harry and his Familiar. "Hi Harry. I see you have a new Familiar. I'd heard the rumours… Does it bite?"

The girls immediately took offense, "§Did that two-tail just call us 'it'? §" "§I'll bite her good. §" "§Who does she think she is? §" What everyone else heard was spitting and hissing with needle like fangs bared.

Harry shushed the angry serpents and said, "Sorry, they don't like to be referred to as 'it'. This is Hecate, Artemis, and in the middle is Selene. My girls." Harry then addressed them directly, "§ Sssshhh, Katie is a friend. She didn't mean anything. §"

Katie looked nervous and Cormac was just watching nervously.

Katie recovered and looking at the tiny Runespoor, she said, "I'm sorry. Harry and I have been friends for years. I just wasn't sure how to… you know." Her nervousness was clear.

After conferring in a twisted coil, Hecate said, "§ we'll let it slide. §"

Cormac wanted to get this over with. "We're supposed to escort you to the Headmaster's office. You know, protection."

Harry smiled, "Lead the way."

— Dance of Death 34—

Headmaster's Office

8:00AM

Harry was quietly escorted to the Headmaster's office and was surprised to see Andromeda standing beside Mr. Felder. Great. McGonagall was there as well, but no Umbridge.

"§ That guy has more hair on his face than Harry has on his head. §" "§ Katie had long hair. I liked it. §" "§ Why is Harry's Mother here? §" "§ Don't tell them we peed in your trunk. §" "§ That would be so embarrassing. §" "§ Why did we come back here? Last time everyone started screaming. §" "§ When can we see Harry… do magic? §" "§ We were in that trunk forever! §"

Everyone seemed to be watching Harry's Familiar talking amongst herself. Andromeda gestured for Harry to join them.

Mr. Felder started the discussion. "There is concern that your Familiar is too young to fend for herself while you're taking your exams. We're coming up with a plan around this."

Harry asked, "Why can't she be with me? I mean, it's not like she can help me cheat or anything."

Professor McGonagall tilted her head, "What about the other testers, Mr. Potter? I'm afraid your Familiar would create a distraction."

"§ What? §" "§ Why is she so angry? §" "§ Harry should do magic. §" Harry almost reacted to that but decided not to. 'Magic' was code for kill.

Ignoring his Familiar, Harry presented his solution. "I could leave her with Dobby while I'm testing. Seriously, she's not going to hurt anyone, and she likes Dobby."

Andromeda stated the obvious. "You could send her home. With Dobby."

Harry shook his head before the girls got enraged, "Not an option."

"§ That's right. §" "§We're staying. §" "§ We want to see Harry do magic. §"

Albus Dumbledore stroked is beard and looked over his glasses, "Dobby it is, then. Professor McGonagall will give you the testing schedule. I must admit, I was surprised to see you signed up for so many wand-oriented exams."

Harry just shrugged. "I'd like to give them a try. By the way, I'll need my wand."

Everyone suddenly grew silent.

Dumbledore solemnly asked, "Mr. Potter, do you have a wand permit? Allowing you to use your wand outside of Hogwarts?"

Mr Felder looked at him briefly, then realized Harry did not have one. Harry could see him searching for a solution.

Harry slowly shook his head. "No, sir. But I'm here now. Can I have it while on the grounds?"

Dumbledore peered directly at Harry. "Allowing an unlicensed student access to a wand while they are no longer enrolled at Hogwarts is within my rights, but I'm hesitant to do so."

Harry rudely huffed, "Why?"

Dumbledore calmly proceeded, "Because I'm afraid of what you might do with it. Can you tell me you have no plans to seek retribution for what happened last February?"

Harry didn't say anything. He was prepared for this possible eventuality. He just didn't like that everyone else had a wand but him.

Dumbledore continued, "The road to revenge is littered with the bodies of innocents and sadness. It is not a road I would see you on, Harry."

"So, how will I pass my exams without a wand?"

"Madam Marchbanks will have your wand and she'll collect it after your practical exams. I'm sorry, Harry, but unless you are willing to take a vow…"

Harry glared at the Headmaster. Under his breath, he mumbled, "I'd like to tell you where to stick that vow."

Professor McGonagall and Andromeda both exclaimed, "Language!"

Mr. Felder spoke up, "I'll be applying for a wand permit immediately." Looking at Harry, he added, "But I don't expect to have it before your exams end."

Andromeda asked, "Heir Black's time at Hogwarts has been fraught with violence. How can he defend himself without a wand?"

Dumbledore smiled in his grandfatherly way. "I've taken the liberty of assigning two sixth year prefects to escort him between classes. He should be in no danger."

Harry rudely remarked, "Beauxbatons is looking better by the day."

Dumbledore sadly said, "Mr. Potter, hatred and anger can place you on very dark path." Harry could see Dumbledore was trying to tell him to forgive and forget… Hell no.

"I've been on a dark path for most of my life. I've learned how to see in the dark."

Harry left the meeting with Andromeda and Mr. Felder. Mr. Felder confessed that he had no idea how long a wand permit would take, but he expected people in the ministry would try to block it or slow it down.

—DoD—

Harry spent the rest of the day with Andromeda. They went into Hogsmeade together and picked up a reinforced messenger bag for Harry's familiar. Harry planned to borrow Draco's wand tonight and put a few extra protections on it. By the time he was done, it would be a small tank. They had lunch at the Three Broomsticks, then just wandered about. The girls loved the bag and not having to twist around thorns. They all enjoyed seeing Hogsmeade and just breathing the fresh outdoor air. The 'Girls' didn't even argue amongst themselves very much.

Harry was glad to get out of the castle, but after a few hours he was ready to head back. He hadn't yet seen Hermione or Neville. He also wanted to hear any rumours Draco had picked up. Andromeda walked him back. It was nice and normal just sight-seeing with his Guardian. Harry craved normal. Once in the castle, Andromeda insisted they waited for Katie and McLaggen. His Runespoor was safely tucked away in his new bag, sleeping. Soon enough, Katie showed up and Andromeda left for Hogsmeade.

"Hi, Katie. Is it just you?" Harry hope Cormac wouldn't join them.

"Yep, just me. Cormac's a bit scared of your Familiar." After a moment, she asked, "Does it hurt?"

Harry knew she meant the thorns. "It's a constant and terrible pain. At first, I could barely function… but after a week or so, I just learned to focus past it."

"Harry…" She was suddenly on the verge of tears.

Harry hated seeing her like this. "It's alright. My magic is back and this… thorny state is temporary." After a moment, he added, "It was a life or death decision, and I have zero regrets. I only wish I had done it sooner."

"Why? Why would you want… this?"

Harry shrugged, "It sped up my healing. A lot. And this level of focus is like nothing I've ever had to have. The process was godawful, but the results… worth it."

Katie considered what Harry had said. His magic was healed, and he had more focus. Did that mean he was even more powerful than before? I wouldn't want to be Umbridge.

"Katie, are you up to dinner?"

"Absolutely." As they walked, Harry talked about Quidditch and some of what Draco had shared regarding the Amateur rules. Katie kept thinking back to that tiny little boy in baggy clothes and how far he had come. He wasn't huge or anything, but he was athletic and a little taller than she was now. He was still wary. Always checking the periphery. Occasionally staring down an inquisitor or two. His training with Remus and Tonks was paying off. He knew when he was being watched and followed. And they were watching him, but he wasn't concerned.

After the regular school year, the tables in the Great Hall were not aligned with houses, so anyone could sit anywhere. Harry set his back to the wall and soon Hermione and Ron and Neville joined him. They joked around a bit and made plans for an after-OWL party. Draco soon joined the group and Harry seemed to relax a bit. Katie realised the two had somehow become friends. She wondered how in the hell that happened. Before they were done, Draco cleared his throat and got everyone's attention.

Looking pained, he began speaking, "Granger, I want to formally… offer an apology… for my abysmal behaviour over the last five years. I hope you will accept my offer of rapprochement. The terms to be determined at your convenience. When and if you are willing."

Ron perked up, "Oi, what about me?" His mouth was still full.

Draco grimaced, "What about you?"

"Aren't you going to offer an apology to me, too?" Ron was still chewing.

Draco had a disgusted look on his face. "I had to stare into your mouth and observe you chewing a half-masticated cow. I think you should be the one apologising."

Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

Hermione didn't want this to escalate. "Malfoy, I accept your apology. In terms of a rapprochement… we'll discuss that later. In private."

Draco nodded.

Harry could tell how hard that was for Draco. It was also completely unexpected.

Harry decided to break the tension. "Alright, today's been great, but I need to put the girls down."

Hermione looked shocked, "What? What girls are you talking about?"

Harry smiled, "My egg hatched."

Hermione and Ron were noticeably quiet. Neville asked, "What egg."

Draco was fighting a smile.

Harry reached into his bag. "§ Are you awake? §"

Careful with his thorns, Harry let his familiar slither up his arm. "This is Hecate, Selene and Artemis." You could hear a pin drop. Harry kept his arm low so as not to attract attention.

The Runespoor was obviously waking up. "§ When did we come back inside. §" "§I can't believe he woke us up… §" "§ Who are these people? §" "§ Katie and Draco. §"

Harry quietly said, "§ Girls, this is Hermione, Neville, Ron, and you know Draco and Katie. §"

Katie was ready this time, "Hi girls." Then looking over at the other Gryffindor's, "They don't like to be referred to as an 'it', they're girl… snakes."

Harry corrected her, "They like to be called serpents."

Selene rose straight and proud. Artemis as well. "§ It sounds better. §" "§I think girls are more like serpents and boys are like snakes… §."

Hecate shook her head. "§ For the love of Set, it doesn't matter. §"

Hermione timidly waved to the Runespoor. Neville didn't say a word.

—DoD—

Back in their Dorm, Draco was filling Harry in on what he had learned. "Umbridge is trying to get to you, but that writ from the solicitor is giving her fits. Near as my friends can tell, she apparently realised how big a mistake it was to provoke you and is terrified you'll call a blood feud against her."

"Why would she care? She'll just hide behind Fudge."

"She can't. When an Ancient and Most Noble house declares a blood feud against a non-titled person, like Umbridge, there are long term ramifications. For one, she can't work for the Ministry. Her career goes down the tubes. She likes to say she's a cousin of the Selwyn family, but she's not. And when she gets sacked, everyone will know."

Harry thought a moment, "Can I do that to Fudge?"

Draco laughed, "No. Some positions carry a title of their own. The minister is one of those positions. All law enforcement is exempt as well. Supposedly, Fudge tried to pressure Bones and Scrimgeour to hire her on, but they both refused. He could put her in a few other roles, but they're massive demotions and dead end as well. Best case, she would become an Ambassador."

Harry laughed. "I have other plans for her, but that's a good idea."

Draco continued, "There's a rumour that the Wizengamot is trying to change laws and label anyone who cannot use a wand as a Squib." Seeing Harry's lack of a response, he added, "That means YOU Harry. As a Squib, you can't take the Lordship of either the Potter Family or the Black Family."

Harry suddenly realised how sneaky this was. "Good move. Luckily, I've already registered for plenty of 'wand' OWLs."

Draco nodded, then turned serious. "Harry, I think she may have been the one to send the Dementors after you. She already has the Inquisitors tracking you, and you really don't want to get caught by them. There's a reason Dumbledore set you up with Bell and McLaggen."

Harry nodded, "I figured. Well, I'm not worried. It's their funeral if they try." Literally.

"Don't do anything stupid." Despite himself, Draco was worried for him.

After a long minute, Harry asked, "Draco, what was up with you and Granger?"

"After being your keeper, I felt I owed her an apology."

Harry laughed. There was truth in that. "GIT."

Draco laughed too. "I'll never forget you scaring the pants off of McGonagall yesterday."

Harry agreed, "That was one of my finer moments. Tomorrow, I get to meet with her again for my career advice. What a pain in the rear. Shouldn't they do this before we choose electives?"

Draco looked confused for a minute. "They do. They did." He then guessed, "You were probably in the Hospital Ward."

Harry huffed, "Typical."

—Dance of Death 34—

Hogwarts

Minerva McGonagall's Office

June 10, 1996

Monday 8AM

Harry left his Familiar with Dobby and headed to his Career Advice session. He was getting good at the 'Anonymous Charm' as a way of easily getting around Hogwarts. Even with Katie escorting him, he wouldn't be noticed. Katie looked tired, but happy. Harry noted a few of the Inquisitors looking about and assumed they were looking for him. Yeah, they had plans. Well, he did too.

Entering McGonagall's Office, Harry noted it looked the same as the last time he was here. Both his solicitor and Umbridge were there as well as McGonagall. The office was not large enough for this many people so close together.

Harry pointed to Umbridge, "Why is she here?"

Professor McGonagall seemed a bit embarrassed, "In her capacity as High Inquisitor, Professor Umbridge will be evaluating this session."

Harry looked at his solicitor, the man slightly tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. Apparently, this wasn't illegal.

Harry sat an enchanted mat down that made sitting easier with the thorns. Once in place, he sat down. "So, let's get this over with. How do we do this?"

Umbridge shook her head and jotted down some notes. Like he cared.

McGonagall started. "We apparently never met at the end of your second year. You were being treated for Basilisk Venom exposure." Umbridge huffed and mumbled something about lies and falsehoods.

Harry smiled and responded before McGonagall could continue. "Yes, when the school tried to steal my Basilisk. I believe you were saying something about expelling me. Or maybe that was a different year. They all blur together."

McGonagall shifted a bit in her seat. "Be that as it may, let's focus on the here and now. With your inability to use magic, I've taken the liberty of outlining several viable professions. Your grades were high enough that I feel certain you will excel in any of them."

Harry looked over the list. It was more like a small book. The woman had put quite a bit of time into this. She must be feeling guilty… Good. Most of the listed careers were in academia and tutoring, none were magic dependent. He had intended to crumple it up in her face but stopped. These were jobs a Squib or Near-Squib would kill for.

"Professor, do the Squibs and Near-Squibs get any kind of career advice?" Harry could tell right away that they did not. "Can I get copies of this? I want to make sure the other home-schooled students with low levels of magic see these opportunities."

"Hem-hem" Umbridge got their attention with that damn throat clearing. "Perhaps we should focus on you, Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled. "Oh, I don't need this. I have plenty of money. I'm also the Heir of an Ancient and Most Noble house. Something I fully intend to make the most of."

Professor McGonagall asserted herself and asked, "How so, Mr. Potter?" She seemed bothered that her work had been tossed aside.

"I intend to spend the next year studying up on what a Lord can and cannot do at 17. In thirteen months, I'll claim my lordship and I'll use every bit of my influence to make everyone who ever crossed me pay dearly." Harry then turned to Umbridge, "Did you know that at seventeen years old, a Lord cannot actually take up their Wizengamot seat, but they can call a Blood Feud?"

Umbridge faltered a moment, then said, "Laws can be changed."

Harry laughed. He laughed as intentionally rudely as he could. "Not for me. All changes to Ancient and Noble and Most Noble families are generational. That means, I'm already grandfathered in." Giving it a bit more thought, he added, "And those changes are not something easily accomplished. Especially by someone without a title."

McGonagall interrupted, "Mr. Potter, if you are not interested in career advice, perhaps it would be better to end it now. Before we say anything that we may regret."

"Here is your schedule for taking the OWLs." Professor McGonagall then pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to him. "I was very surprised to see you signed up for so many…"

Umbridge interrupted, "Why has Mr. Potter signed up for some of these OWLs? You need magic to take these." She was looking flustered.

Harry shrugged, "I can take the written portion and still earn an OWL. You see, even if I get a failing score on the practical, it probably can't reduce a written grade of 'Outstanding' below an Acceptable. I just need to make a few sparks." With a smirk, Harry added, "We wouldn't want anyone labelling me as a Squib, now would we?"

Umbridge looked visibly shaken. Based on what Draco had told him, this would seriously disrupt her plans to prevent him from becoming a Lord.

Harry rose. "Thank you, Professor McGonagall. I'll hold on to these jobs. Please send over copies to the Home School students before they leave. No one seems to be looking out for them. They could use a little… hope."

Without any further thought, Harry turned and left. Mr. Felder quickly joined him.

"Heir Black, that was… interesting. I assume you know how much you rattled the High Inquisitor."

Harry nodded, "I'm counting on it, Mr. Felder."

Harry noted how happy his solicitor looked. He was the perfect person to defend him when the cards all fell into place. Evil Bastard.

—Dance of Death 34—

June 10, Monday

After his Career Advice

That morning, Harry took the Charms written exam, followed by the practical in the afternoon. His mother was a Charms prodigy, so he knew it was an easy Outstanding. The entire room was shocked to see him effortlessly casting magic with his wand. He hated giving it back to Madam Marchbanks, but Mr. Felder couldn't find a way around this. For extra credit on the practical, he recast all the charms from the practical test silently and with abbreviated wand movements. He could have easily passed his NEWT in this subject with an Outstanding.

—DoD—

June 11 Tuesday

The next day had Harry taking the Transfiguration exam. He would have been able to easily pass this one, but his father was as good at Transfiguration as his mother was at Charms. He had passed on enough extra knowledge to make the exam a cakewalk. For the extra credit on the practical, Harry made a permanent transfiguration of a working clock. It was fully functional and seemed to keep time. It might lose an hour or so each day, but it still worked. All the practical testing was silently cast with abbreviated wand movements. Harry knew it would be an easy 'Outstanding'. Again, he could have just as easily excelled on the NEWT exam.

Cormac had re-joined Katie and was very relieved that Harry didn't bring his Familiar along to the exams. As much as Harry preferred just being with Katie, he was glad she would have someone watching her back. The Inquisitors seemed to always be watching him… Attacking Katie would make a lot of sense and Harry decided to watch her on the map whenever she was out and about.

—DoD—

June 12 Wednesday

The Herbology exam was harder. His lack of studying showed, and he thought he might have an Acceptable. His practical was easier, given his affinity with plant life. Harry didn't ace either of the exams, but that would be fine. He felt certain he would at least get an Acceptable. Working with soil and plants was calming, and he enjoyed it.

That night, Harry was pleased to hear that Professor McGonagall had distributed the jobs listing for the 'magically impaired'. She had doubled the number of options on the list as it was no longer set up with Harry in mind. Many of the students were overjoyed to have this list and it was clear how few thought they could ever enjoy a reasonably successful career. Harry couldn't help but wonder why nothing like this had been done before.

—DoD—

June 13 Thursday

The Defence Against the Dark Arts testing took place on Thursday. Harry knew this was his best subject and he absolutely killed it. For his extra credit, he cast a massive Patronus. The entire room stopped what they were doing to look at the magnificent creation. Madame Marchbanks reached out to touch it. It was incorporeal, but you could feel 'something' when you passed your hand through it. Warmth and happiness radiated from the Patronus in a way that was hard to describe. A few of the older members of the testing committee came over to observe. When Harry returned his wand, Madam Marchbanks apologised for having to collect it.

—DoD—

June 14 Friday

The week wrapped up with the Ancient Runes testing on Friday. As much as Harry loved Ancient Runes, he was disappointed with the level of depth in the OWL exam. The Gringotts Curse-Breaker exam was higher than NEWT level and he had managed a remarkably high score. The written portion in the morning felt almost insulting in its simplicity. It also was primarily focused on Celtic and Norse runes. Well, it was designed for people who had only three years of moderate training. Harry had been in training since childhood.

Harry walked through the practical in the afternoon and received extra credit by setting up a ward stone on the fly. He also discussed runic arrangements and combinations from other parts of the world that accomplish similar results as the Runes in the Hogwarts curriculum. This was good fun and Harry wished he could just focus on Runes, Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration.

As the exam wrapped up, he was met by Katie and Cormac and they escorted him to the Great Hall for dinner. Thinking about next week, Potions would be easy… He should be able to get a solid 'Outstanding'. Astronomy and Muggle Studies should be easy 'Acceptable' or 'Exceed Expectations' grades. Care of Magical Creatures was going to be a challenge. He knew how to kill most creatures, but not how to 'care' for them. His father had passed on rudimentary knowledge and he had thought he might pass. But he hadn't really studied Divination. At all.

Neither of his parents had taken Divination, so he was working from zero. He only signed up for it because he promised his mum that he'd investigate it. Admittedly, it was not his brightest decision. He should have just asked to audit it or get private tutoring. Maybe he could fake it… Like Ron brags about doing. Predict a bunch of people's deaths. There'd also be a written portion… if he knew what books to read, he could cram it over the weekend. He just needed a little direction. He knew right where to get it. Two students that didn't sign the Eiectio or wear those Tri-Wizard buttons.

—DoD—

Harry approached Lavender and Parvati in the Great Hall. They both seemed extremely uncomfortable around him. Harry was somewhat used to this. Between the things the Prophet was saying, the thorns all over his body, his unexpected performance on his Defence OWLs, and the fact that he now had a Runespoor for a familiar… He just made people nervous.

"Hi Lavender. Parvati. Do you two have a minute?" With a little luck he could keep this short.

"Sure, Harry." Lavender seemed nervous. Parvati was quietly looking at a book. Her eyes weren't moving, and the pages weren't turning.

Harry placed the enchanted mat down on the bench and had a seat. "So… I was wondering if you can help me with something." God, they look nervous.

Lavender shifted a bit and asked, "What do you need, Harry?" Still no eye contact.

"Lavender, I don't bite. Why are you guys acting like this?"

Neither girl said anything. This was extremely awkward.

Parvati finally spoke. "You have a Runespoor. You're covered in thorns like a monster. Everyone thought you didn't have magic, but you do. It all just seems strange."

Harry took a deep breath. "My Familiar is extremely sweet and affectionate. Runespoors get a bad rap because they have three heads. The thorns are the result of a Dementor attack, and they are quite painful. I must sit on a mat and sleep on one too. It's awful. Yes, my magic has healed up, but that's a good thing. Right?" What the hell was their problem?

Lavender finally made eye contact, "Are you going to attack us?"

Harry finally understood. They were afraid. "No. Some people deserve it, but not you two." Did they ever do anything to him? It feels like last year was an eternity ago. He honestly never gave these two a second thought. They just seemed kind of flaky.

After another uncomfortable moment, Harry asked, "I need a book to study for my Divination OWL. A basic overview so I can pass the written part. I don't even have to pass, just something that won't look too bad."

Lavender looked at him like he was crazy, "You think Divination is just some kind of a joke? Something you can learn in a couple of days?"

"Well, someone I respect thinks I may be gifted and… well, yeah. I don't need to be great, just not a Troll. Maybe a 'Poor' or a Dreadful."

Silence.

Lavender looked intensely at him. "If we do this, will you stop being so mean?"

Harry wasn't sure what she meant. "I haven't been mean to either of you."

Parvati spoke again, "Well, you haven't been nice." After a moment she added, "Your Aura is full of malice and anger."

Lavender added, "You look at everyone like you hate us all."

Harry grimaced. "Very well, if you point me in the right direction, I'll be nice." Was he really doing that? So what if he was, they had it coming.

Lavender looked like she was slowly unwinding. "Do you mean it, Harry? I know you're still mad, but you'll be nice to us?"

"I haven't been mean. But yes, I'll be nicer." After a minute, Harry said, "Good lord, just give me the damn book."

Lavender cracked a smile. She wrote it down on a piece of paper. "You'll have to go to 'Tomes and Scrolls' in Hogsmeade, but they should have it."

"Thanks, Lavender."

Harry looked at the title, 'Understanding the Third Eye'. "And you think this can get me a 'D' or a 'P'?" The title alone seemed questionable.

"It covers the basics and it's an easy read." After a second, she asked, "So, who thinks you have the gift?"

Thinking fast, Harry said, "A friend of my mothers."

Parvati grinned, "Why does she think you're gifted?" Harry noted that she was looking at him the way Hermione looks at a new book.

Harry suppressed a groan. "I can usually tell when I'm about to be attacked. At first, I could just feel the magic build up, but, then it seemed to… I don't know. It started last year when I kept getting attacked. It's probably nothing." He said he'd be nicer… nice, nice, nice, and nicer.

Lavender exchanged an odd look with Parvati. "Harry, we have a Divination study session Tuesday night at seven. You have to come."

Harry suddenly understood what it felt like to be a deer in the road, staring at oncoming headlights.

Harry shifted about, "Well, I told Draco we would hang out… and my guardian's in town…"

Parvati huffed, "Draco's a PRAT. How can you be so mad at everyone else and forgive him? If you really have the gift, you need to be around other enlightened spirits." She then pursed her lips. "You said you'd be nicer."

Lavender added, "We can help you prepare. For your exam."

"Fine." Thinking a minute, he added, "But I'm bringing my Familiar."

Parvati and Lavender both gasped. Harry always considered Lavender and Parvati a pair of flaky drama queens. But at least they were being nice.

"Don't worry, she's actually really sweet. I promise she won't bite." Then he added, "Hey, I don't need a crystal ball or anything, do I?"

Lavender recovered and said, "No. Meet us outside the Gryffindor common room at six forty-five."

At that point Katie approached him. "Alright sport, Cormac and I are ready to head back, so we're taking you to back to your dorm." Harry saw Draco approaching as well. Why couldn't they have arrived three minutes sooner?

"Lead on."

As they departed, Harry turned and saw Lavender hold up six fingers, then four, then five. He gave her a little nod. Message received, 6:45. Tuesday.

—DoD—

That night, lying in bed, Harry was still bothered by his discussion with Lavender and Parvati. They acted like he was the bad guy. How the hell did they figure that? They had seemed so… sincere. Neither of them was capable of subterfuge…

"Draco? Do you think I'm the bad guy here?"

"Yes. I'm trying to sleep and you're talking."

Harry laughed. "One of the Gryffindor's said I was being mean. They were afraid I'd attack them."

"Well, they had it coming, right? I mean, the whole Declaration of Eiectio… You're not the bad guy."

Harry still wondered. "Then why do they think I am? I'm the one that was wronged."

ARRRRR. "Because you do that 'Dead Face' thing and the way you only talk to about five people. Honestly, you may not be the bad guy, but you sure as hell act like the guy looking to get even. Now can we please get some sleep?"

"But, they have it coming, right?"

There was a long silence, then Draco answered. "Well, yes. But… You're gearing up for a war, right? Do you really want to fight it alone?" There was no sarcasm in the tone.

Harry quietly answered, "Good Point." It was so quiet, Draco almost didn't hear him.

Draco's tone had softened considerably. "Harry, things will seem better in the morning. Just… Try to focus on what matters."

"Right. Good night, Draco."

Draco laughed softly. "It will be if you'd stop talking."

After a long pause, "Good night, Harry."

—DoD—

Notes

I had hoped to Deal with Umbridge in this chapter, but at 12K words I'm only halfway there. I'll keep writing and it should be ready in a few more days. I want to do these two weeks at Hogwarts justice. I'm sorry for the delay and I hope the chapters are worth the wait. I also want to define a few key points around Home Schooling. I live in an area where home schooling is supported, and most people would be shocked at how organised and effective it is. I really don't see it as a negative. To me, Home Schooling is just another option and one that makes good sense in a Wizarding World. And a good set of tutors can easily match an institutional education. But it is different. I also imagine many parents wouldn't want to send their eleven-year-old away to boarding school.

I also wanted to cover Harry's odd friendship with Draco. I'm shocked at how easy it is to write Draco and Harry dialog. Draco is in many ways the straight man, but he can dish it out too. His apology to Hermione was something I almost didn't do, but I can see him wanting to clear the air now that they are both in Harry's 'orbit.' He also has a newfound respect for her after trying to corral Harry Potter. It's at least a 50% Slytherin move. Let me know your thoughts.

Next Chapter = Comeuppance Part 2 (Umbridge gets what's coming to her)