I am so sorry that the second chapter took so long. Life's been kicking the crap out of me lately and I've had a serious case of writer's block but I'm really am happy y'all enjoyed the first chapter. I've decided to go with Harry/Tonks but I may change my mind in the future. I can't help but be indecisive about the pairings. I added some quirks to Harry that I hope you find amusing.

I don't own Harry Potter or Ghost Rider. Enjoy and review or suffer the Penance Stare!

(Hogwarts, Headmaster's office)

"Well, what's the fuss, then? I said sorry." Harry complained from his seat. He stroked Fawkes' neck and let the phoenix's content trills sooth him.

After his entrance into the school, he had entrusted Nova's care to the groundkeeper, Rubeus Hagrid, who was more than happy to care for the war horse. Afterwards, he was dragged to the Headmaster's office.

"The fact of the matter, Mr. Potter, is that your horse could have harmed or killed a student or a teacher in your showcasing entrance." McGonagall lectured sternly.

Snape snorted from his position against the wall. "What more could be expected from a Potter?"

Harry glared at the man. "You sound like you got experience with the Potter family."

Snape glared at him. "Your father was a swine and a stain on the school grounds."

Harry's response was to raise his brow. "Really? Are you sure your hair wasn't the cause of the stain? Grease like that can be a pain in the ass to get out. Oh, and how's the hand? Hellfire burns are a bitch to heal. Must've hurt somethin' fierce." Harry said.

Snape snarled and approached Harry with hate-filled eyes but was halted by Professors Sinestra and Sprout.

"That's enough, Severus." Dumbledore said with authority before returning his gaze to Harry. "And Harry, Professor Snape is a respected Potions Master and has my full confidence. You should treat him with the proper respect."

"You know that old saying 'Treat others the way you wish to be treated'? He treats me civilly, I treat him civilly. Otherwise he's just another asshole who I'm gonna end up takin' down." Harry said.

Snape was about to rebuke but his co-workers silenced him.

Dumbledore decided to break the tension. "Mr. Potter, what did you mean when you couldn't wear the uniform due to circumstances?" He asked.

Harry grabbed his hat from his head and gently placed it on Fawkes' head and watched the phoenix yank his head back and forth to get rid of the darkness. "Are any of you religious?" He asked after taking the hat back.

"Somewhat. We all worship on our own terms." Dumbledore answered.

"Then you must know the name, Zarathos." He said.

Everyone looked confused and waited for their answer.

"Zarathos is an angel of Heaven, who was christened with the duty of protecting the innocent. But he was deceived by his brother, Mephistopheles."

"That's the Fallen One." Professor Flitwick exclaimed.

"Yep. Faust, Lucifer, Roarke, Mephistopheles, The Morning-Star, Satan, or Sammael before he fell from grace. He's an asshole, no matter which name he goes by. He tricked his brother, Zarathos, and pulled him into the pits of Hell. For millennia, he was tortured by Lucifer's demons, forced to watch as humanity descended closer into Lu's domain via warfare, pestilence, senseless slaughter over land, religions, and ideals. Soon Zarathos' sanity crumbled and his mission became corrupted and twisted until his desire to protect the innocent became an unquenchable thirst to punish the guilty."

"What does this fairytale have to do with you, Potter?" Snape demanded impatiently.

"Chill before that grease melts off your head. After a while, Lucifer bound Zarathos with a curse. He started making deals with mortals. He'd take their souls and bestow Zarathos' powers upon them until their mission was complete. They'd become the Ghost Rider, the devil's bounty hunter."

The teachers were stunned for a moment. "Mr. Potter, are you saying you're…." McGonagall started.

Harry smiled sadly and continued. "There was once a town in Texas called San Vanganza. Nice town, nice people. Then a stranger came along, started making deals. The people turned on one another. The Contract of San Vanganza binds their souls to that god-forsaken place. A few decades later, there's a legend about an honorable Texas ranger named Carter Slade. But he got greedy. Found himself locked up, waitin' on the gallows. Stranger came to see him, offerin' freedom. Slade made a deal. Wound up a Ghost Rider. Mephistopheles gave him a mission to retrieve the Contract of San Vanganza. But what he found there was so evil; he took the contract and outran the devil himself."

"What does this have to do with you, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, nearly impatiently.

"Slade took up a house on an old cemetery ground. It's a farm now and the mountains and plains around it are hallowed ground, preventin' Mephistopheles from gettin' his hands on the contract. He goes by Caretaker these days."

"You were taken in by a criminal?"

"Hey, Caretaker's made his fair share of mistakes, yes. But he's been makin' up for it ever since he took the contract. I just hope he's watchin' me from up above and he's proud of what I've been doin' with the farm and that I've been takin' care of myself." Harry snapped.

"What happened to the spirit of Zarathos, Mr. Potter?" Flitwick asked.

"Caretaker passed him onto me. I had to bust my ass to tame him, let me tell ya'. Had to fight to get a bit of his sanity back too. He doesn't fight to take control in the presence of evil, though I can sense evil like a rancid stench that I just want to burn away so I can't smell it anymore." He explained.

"What happened to the Contract?" Dumbledore asked almost frantically.

Harry noticed his tone and narrowed his eyes. He saw Fawkes do the same. "The Contract is in my possession and it's going to stay that way, old man." He said firmly.

"Mr. Potter, the Headmaster is the greatest wizard in the world. He'd be most qualified to safeguard the Contract. Such a dark item must be kept the safest it can be." McGonagall argued.

Harry turned to glare at her and they saw his eyes ignite with Hellfire and a small stream of smoke billowed from the sockets. "I learned that trust is something that isn't supposed to be freely given to some stranger you just met. Especially to some dumbass that hid an ancient relic in a school full of children to bait an undead dark wizard." He said, glaring at the headmaster.

All the teacher's eyes widened in surprise after hearing that.

"H-How do you know of that?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm really close with the goblin nation. I saved one of their young'uns from a cave-in in the lower levels and was granted an audience with chief warrior and Gringotts' Director Ragnok the Noble. I was in the bank when the break-in happened. They told me that it was the Sorcerer's Stone that was in that vault until it was emptied by a half-giant named Hagrid earlier that day." He explained. He stroked Fawkes' neck to calm himself before he continued speaking.

"Later on, I learned that you used the goblins to transport a Cerberus, purchase a large Devil's Snare, several trolls, and a giant-ass chessboard. They were all too happy to tell me what went down with Voldemort possessing a teacher to try and get the stone in what would have been my first year in this place." He said with a look of accusation at Dumbledore.

The other teachers looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

"What the Hell were you thinkin' old man!? Placing an extremely valuable artifact, a Cerberus, and trolls inside a school with students, most of whom are muggle-born and were prone to curiosity!? You're damn lucky Quirrell was the only casualty in that ordeal. I know all about the one troll who got out during the Halloween feast and, again, you're lucky that that girl didn't get killed." He demanded.

Dumbledore panicked slightly at the looks of realization and accusation they sent at him.

"Harry, I did what I felt was the best course of action. I am sorry about the lives that were placed in danger by my deeds but it was the only course that I could take." He said in a weathered voice, as though he was just a tired old man.

Harry snarled quietly before sighing and setting Fawkes back up on his perch. "Well, you should be sorry. I'll be watching you, old man. One slip-up and I'll be outta here quicker than a whore in a catholic church." He declared to the staff.

"Mr. Potter, language." Professor McGonagall chided him but he just smiled.

"Well, to answer your original question, the Rider changes my clothes into what I'm currently wearing every time I transform. So I don't bother really changing my wardrobe." He explained.

"Alright, Mr. Potter. Come with me and we'll get you sorted before the rest of the school." McGonagall said as she grabbed a worn-out wizard's hat and left the office with Harry and the rest of the staff in tow.

(Hogwarts, Great Hall)

"I heard he's as snobby as Malfoy." A red-haired boy with freckles said to the guys on each side of him.

"You don't even know what he looks like, Ron." A girl with bushy hair argued.

"Oh sod off. No one cares what you say, bookworm." Ron snapped.

"Yeah, Hermione. Mind your own business." The guy beside him agreed.

He quieted when Prof. McGonagall walked by him with Harry in tow. Harry suddenly stopped and removed his hat before facing the girl.

"Pardon me, darlin'?" He said.

The girl looked up and saw Harry looking at her with a friendly smile on his face. She flushed slightly as he held his hat out to her.

"Could you hold this until after I get sorted, please?" He asked.

Hermione slowly nodded and reached for the hat but he surprised her by placing it on her head.

"Thank ye' kindly." He said before he went up to McGonagall, who set up a stool in front of the teacher's table.

"Mr. Potter will now be sorted into his house." She announced.

Harry sat down and the hat was placed upon his head. The rip above the rim opened and it began speaking loud enough for all the students to hear.

"Mmmm, this one possesses traits from every house. The heart and courage of the Griffindor, the knowledge and wit of the Ravenclaw, the loyalty and dedication of the Hufflepuff, and the cunning and ambition of the Slytherin!" It shouted, stunning the entire school.

"U-um, Hat, are you sure that he can't be placed into a house?" McGonagall asked hesitantly.

"I never thought I'd be able to do this. I CALL UPON THE LOST AND FORGOTTEN HOUSE OF UNITY AND JUSTICE, THE HOUSE OF EMRYS!" It yelled. The tables shifted and the hall expanded. A new set of tables appeared in the center of the hall with an emblem engraved with a dragon coiled around a sword over a black and white shield appearing between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw emblems above the entrance to the great hall. "According to the ancient laws, The House of Emrys shall only be called upon when a student who represents all houses steps foot in Hogwarts. That student will inherit the title of guardian of the school and be exempt from certain rules and restrictions." It declared before the rip sealed itself and the hat fell silent.

Harry shrugged and held up his hand. His hat flew off Hermione's head and he put it on his own after handing back the sorting hat.

When the hat flew off her head, Hermione felt something land on her lap. She looked down and saw a Plum Blossom with Oak leaves tied to its stem. Together, they meant beauty, longevity, and strength. She looked up at him and blushed hotly when he winked at her.

"Well, you certainly have your father's habit of being difficult." Prof. McGonagall said with a small smile.

Harry smiled cheekily. "You call it difficult. I call it 'Being Awesome'. You know what being awesome deserves?" He asked the students.

No one answered.

"It deserves the highest of fives." He said and put his hand up as high as it could go. "Someone get over here and high this five. I'm not puttin' this arm down 'til it gets fived." He yelled to the students.

(Many hours later, Dinnertime, Great Hall)

"Please. For the love of God, someone 'five' me." Harry begged with his arm still up.

The entire school, staff included, were bemused when they looked over to see Harry barely holding his arm up for a hi-five, which he had yet to receive.

Finally, he felt a hand slap his own and he dropped the worn limb with a grateful sigh.

"Oh, thank God." He wheezed dramatically.

He heard a feminine chuckle behind him and turned around. He saw a young woman wearing a dark robe over a T-shirt with 'Weird Witches' stitched on the front and skinny jeans.

"Wotcher, Harry." She said.

"Howdy, darlin'. 'Fraid I don't have your name." He said as he rubbed his arm to get the feeling back.

"Junior Auror Tonks is my name. Just call me Tonks, sweetie. I don't like my first name." Tonks answered as she took a seat across the boy.

Harry took notice of the other students whispering and pointing at the two of them but decided to ignore them.

"Why would you not like your first name? The good lord above put the thought into your mom and pop's heads for a reason. If you're teased for it, then try not to let it show. Take pride in your name cause it's something that can never be taken or copied by anyone else. It's something that's all yours." He said with a warm smile.

Tonks couldn't help but smile back with a light blush on her cheeks.

"So you're a philosopher, Potter? Nice of you to show some pity for this creature." A voice full of conceit sneered.

Tonks looked behind Harry and he saw her face harden. He then turned around and saw a boy slightly shorter than himself with a ferret-like face and slicked back silver-blonde hair. Flanking him, were two dumb-looking boys with burly builds. Obviously, they were his bodyguards. All wore the green and silver snakes of Slytherin.

"Oh sod off, Malfoy." Tonks snapped.

"Mind your place, you filthy creature." Malfoy replied.

Harry stood and glared at the albino. "Now that's not nice. I can't say she's filthy but with a pretty face like that, there's no way she's human. And who the hell are you in the first place?" Harry asked with cold eyes.

Tonks blushed a bit after hearing his compliments. "First, he tries to make me proud of my name and now he's saying I'm inhumanely pretty. Score two for him."

"My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe and Goyle" He said with obvious pride in his voice.

The hall quieted down as the two spoke, eager to hear how Harry Potter would interact with the pureblood supremacist.

Harry raised a brow. "You speak your name as though I should give a cow's ass about it."

Malfoy adopted an angry face and Harry grabbed his chain in preparation for anything the albino might have.

"You should watch what you say to your betters, Potter. Purebloods might think of you as a mud-blood sympathizer." He sneered.

Harry saw red.

Nobody saw Harry throw his fist. They only saw Malfoy fly over the Hufflepuff table. They looked back and saw Harry throw left and right hooks and straight jabs and Crabbe and Goyle with such speeds, his arms appeared as black blurs until he stopped suddenly and they crumpled to the floor unconscious.

He jumped over the Hufflepuff table and grabbed Malfoy's collar.

"My mother was a muggle-born and she was the brightest witch in her generation. If I hear you say that word in my presence again, I'LL BURN YOU ALIVE WITH THE FIRES OF HELL ITSELF!" He declared in a ghostly voice with his eyes releasing a black stream of smoke. Harry cocked his arm back and clenched his fist. His chain snaked around his arm until it wrapped around his fist into makeshift knuckles.

He threw his fist towards Malfoy's face but was blocked by a transparent barrier that suddenly appeared between them. He was suddenly pulled away by an invisible force and slammed into the wall.

He snapped his head up and saw Snape standing there with his wand trained on him.

"How dare you attack my students, Potter, I'll see you expelled for this." He declared.

Harry slowly stood back up and glared at the professor. "I don't have to take this from you, Snivellus." He smirked when the man flinched at the hated nickname. "My parents were kind enough to leave behind a grimoire for me to consult when I went to Hogwarts. They both mentioned you and all that my father put you through. While I do believe you do deserve some form of payback, I see that you aren't man enough to let your grudge die with him and instead, you think you can make him suffer by taking your hatred out on his son." Harry took a moment to tilt his head to narrowly avoid the Bombarda spell that Snape fired at him and it demolished a part of the wall behind him.

"Truth hurts, doesn't it, greasy?" Harry shouted with a grin.

"SEVERUS!" A voice screamed before the man's wand was sent flying out of his hand.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" Professor McGonagall screamed. She had her wand trained on Snape with a look of utmost fury in her eyes.

"The boy-" He was interrupted by the woman grabbing his arm in a vice and dragging him through the entrance.

"I don't care what Mr. Potter said, you were throwing your curses at him when he doesn't even have his wand out. We're going to discuss your actions with the headmaster and you best pray that-" The rest of her tirade was muted by the slamming doors.

All was quiet in the hall for a few minutes until a loud belch broke the silence.

"Oh, my bad. I knew that burrito would come back to haunt me." Harry groaned and rubbed his stomach with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

The hall erupted into a mix of laughter and cheers by all except the Slytherin house.

Harry was hoisted up onto the shoulders of two red-haired twins and taken out to the hallways where the Gryffindors were chanting his name.

"I guess this place won't be so bad." He thought with a smile.

(Two Days Later)

"I take that back." Harry thought. He was currently attending his first class, Herbology, with Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff house. He was assigned to the same classes with the Gryffindor second year students. Professor McGonagall had volunteered to take him into her dormitory until the Emrys dormitory could be found for him.

He had made quick friends with the twins, Fred and George Weasley, the smart and noble Hermione Granger, a soft-spoken boy named Neville Longbottom, and Nymphadora Tonks had made a great first impression with him after she worked up the nerve to say her first name to him with a look of pride on her face. Though she did say she'd kick his ass if he started spreading her name out to the rest of the school.

Anyways, before him was a table filled with pots, half were empty and the other half were filled with a root-like creature called a Mandrake. All the students were garbed in a plastic cloak to prevent their uniforms from getting dirty.

"Today, students, we'll be re-potting these baby Mandrakes. Can anyone tell me what the uses and the dangers of the Mandrakes are?" Professor Sprout asked.

Hermione's hand shot up. Sprout nodded to her for her answer.

"Mandrakes or Mandragoras are used to create an antidote for petrification, called the Mandrake Restorative Draught. They are also dangerous because the Mandrake's screams are at a frequency that can kill all who can hear it." She said.

"Excellent! Ten points to Gryffindor." The Prof. said proudly.

The Gryffindors smiled and the Slytherins scowled. Malfoy sneered at Hermione but Harry's stern glare veered his eyes elsewhere.

"She forgot that if you stitch the mouths shut, these little guys could be kick-ass Halloween decorations." Harry suddenly said from beside Hermione.

Sprout looked at him irritated. "Ms. Granger, I can't take points nor award them to Mr. Potter's House, so could you slap him please?" she asked.

A smack followed by a loud "Ow! Dammit woman!" was her answer.

"Thank you, dear. Now seeing as these Mandrakes are only infants, their cries won't kill you yet. They could, however, knock you out for several hours so I have laid out earmuffs for each of you." She motioned to the tables, where there was a pair of fuzzy earmuffs for every student laid out in front of each of them.

They all put them on, eager to know what next. Harry slipped his on and put his hat back on over the muffs, causing Hermione to giggle at how silly he looked.

"Now you must firmly grasp the Mandrake by the root peeking from the soil and pull him up." She said and did so.

The Mandrake looked like a cross between a newborn baby and a tree root. Its scream was a high-pitched shrill that Harry suspected could shatter glass.

"Now place your Mandrake into the empty pot and sprinkle some soil on it to keep it warm." The professor demonstrated.

Harry felt something hit the ground next to him and turned to see what it was.

"Ah, Mr. Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs." Sprout said with a disappointed shake of her head.

"Nope, the poor fella just passed out." Harry announced after checking Neville's body.

"Yes, well. Just leave him there." She said uncaringly, making Harry raise his brow. "Alright, there's plenty of Mandrakes to go around. Grasp your Mandrakes and pull them up." She said loudly. The students did so and the greenhouse was filled with the sound of shrill screams.

"What the hell was I thinkin' comin' to this place!?" Harry thought as he analyzed the creature in his hand.

(Later, in the Great Hall)

"RONALD WEASLEY!" A voice screamed.

Harry started and jerked his head over to the Gryffindor table, where Fred and George's younger brother was quickly paling due to a red envelope screaming at him.

"HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER IS NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT IS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU STEP SO MUCH AS A TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!" It screamed. Ron nodded his head meekly as the letter turned towards a red-haired girl with freckles.

"Oh and Ginny dear, congratulations on making it into Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud." It gushed. The girl, Ginny, blushed in embarrassment as the letter set itself ablaze.

All was quiet for a minute before normal conversation continued.

"The hell was that?" Harry asked.

"That was a Howler, Harry." Tonks answered. She, the twins, Hermione and Neville had taken to sitting at his table to keep him company and the teachers, minus Snape, never called them out on it.

"Let's just say that you don't want to ignore it." George said.

"What did he do to get it?" Harry asked.

"He stole dad's Ford Anglia, which he tinkered with to make it invisible and able to fly." Fred explained.

"Said the gateway to platform 9 ¾ sealed itself off."

"Took the car."

"Got spotted by some muggles."

"Rammed the car into the Whomping Willow."

"And got detention for it."

The two spoke back and forth like a tennis match.

"That was freaky yet awesome." Harry commented.

The twins grinned at him.

"You said your dad tinkered with a car. I didn't know any wizards or witches attempted to learn of muggle technology." He said.

They looked slightly embarrassed before Fred spoke. "He loves muggles and is always tinkering with whatever technology he can nip from the street."

"He's head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office for the Ministry of Magic. Not exactly a popular job." George said slightly bitterly.

"He's a man with all us children and he gets paid next to nothing, working to try and change a world that doesn't want to be changed."

Harry narrowed his eyes at this bit of info. "Is there a chance I could meet your father over the holidays? I may have a proposition for him that he might be interested in hearing."

They both nodded, slightly confused but they figured it was his business.

Tonks gathered Harry's attention again. "So, where have you been all this time, Harry? I haven't seen you since you were a baby." She asked.

He raised a brow.

Noticing his confusion, she elaborated. "Our parents were friends and I always played with you when they got together. You always did that cute little giggle when I changed my hair color for you." She said with a smile.

Harry was stunned by this new information but answered. "Well, I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle in Little Whinging, Surrey. They hated anything to do with magic or anything out of their range of normal. Their son, Dudley, looked like a pig in a wig and was as fat as one too. They treated me horribly, isolating and starving me. I didn't even know that my name was Harry until I was six. They just called me 'Freak' or 'Boy' until I pleaded for my real name. Anyway, I snuck out just before I turned seven and ran into an old man. He asked me what I was doing out so late so I told him that I was trying to get away from my aunt and uncle. He took one look at me and it felt like he was looking into my very soul." He paused to take a breath.

"After a minute, he just smiled at me and picked me up. He whistled loudly and I heard a horse coming from the end of the street. He put me on the saddle and we rode off into the night. For the last five years, I've been working at Caretaker's farm, living a good and happy life as a helping farm hand." He finished telling his story, a little uncomfortable of the looks his friends were giving him.

"Wow. And all your books say you've been killing dragons and fighting trolls." Tonks commented.

"Oh please. Those books make me sound like that guy." He said and pointed his thumb at a blonde-haired man at the teacher's table. He wore a blindingly glimmering golden outfit and smiled at seemingly everyone.

Hermione looked aghast. "Harry, that's Gilderoy Lockhart, a well-respected gentleman whose books detail his every achievement."

"Exactly, it looks more like an advertisement campaign. All the requirements for Defense Against the Dark Arts are his books, not books for teaching actual defense." He explained.

Tonks nodded her head in agreement. "Harry's right, Hermione, I've been to his class when he was teaching the third years and he seems more interested in basking in his own glory than teaching actual defense."

"Besides that, I haven't seen anything that particularly stands out about the guy. I'll give him respect when he does something that actually impresses me." Harry conceded.

Hermione scowled and said nothing.

"Now Dora, what's an Auror doing back in school with a bunch of school kids?" He asked the older woman.

She chuckled nervously.

"I'm actually still in training and this is punishment for botching my last exercise. The students, especially the Slytherin class have been a little too close to using dark curses when they get in their disputes with other students. And Prof. Dumbledore's methods aren't doing anything about it. So my superior, madam Bones, had me reassigned to monitor them and notify her if they get any worse."

A screech drew everyone's attention to the window, where a large black hawk swooped in with a tan envelope in its beak.

Harry stood up and the hawk landed on his shoulder. It dropped the envelope in his hand and helped itself to Harry's sandwich.

Tonks glanced at the seal on the letter. "It's from Gringotts. Is it a bank statement?" She asked.

"It better be." Harry said and opened it. He took one glance at the letter and slumped. "Dammit Griphook, not again." He exclaimed loudly and dropped the letter.

His friends gathered around it and blanched.

"It's just a bunch of squiggles." Hermione announced.

The students and faculty raised brows and looked at Harry curiously.

"No it's not, it's a drunken letter. They overdid the Moonshine again." Harry said with his embarrassment evident in his voice.

"Mr. Potter, what is Moonshine?" Prof. Flitwick asked.

Harry sighed. "It's a malt liquor made from corn. I'm talking 190 proof, meaning ninety-five percent alcohol. I make this stuff at my farm and the Goblins have been very generous with their purchases." He announced.

"Are you saying you make alcoholic beverages?" McGonagall demanded.

Harry merely nodded. "I'm pretty good at it too if these squiggles tell you anything." He said with a grin and handed her the letter.

McGonagall glanced at the letter and shook her head in exasperation.

(Later)

"Greetings, all!" Lockhart shouted. The Gryffindor and Slytherin students were all in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, which was filled to the brim with portraits of Lockhart and a shelf filled with trophies.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, third class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's most charming smile award." He announced himself proudly with that very smile.

Harry saw Hermione swoon in her seat, as did several other girls. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Take heed, students." Lockhart said dramatically. "Within these walls, you will face the most dangerous kinds of creatures our world has to offer." He said and drew his wand, using it to tap on a cloth-covered bird cage, which rattled violently.

Harry raised a curious brow at that.

"But I must ask that you do not scream… it might PROVOKE THEM!" He shouted and yanked the tarp off the cage to reveal that it was filled with little blue pixie-like creatures.

"Cornish Pixies?" Seamus Finnegan asked with a chuckle.

Harry's eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the pixies. Surely he wouldn't…

"Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan. These are rather crafty and devious little blighters. Let's see what you make of them." Lockhart said and undid the lock, letting the creatures rush out of the cage towards the screaming students.

Harry watched the students with a bored expression on his face. He scoffed with a smirk as Malfoy and his goons rushed out of the room.

"Now, don't be in such a rush to leave, they're only pixies." Lockhart yelled over their screams.

The pixies were pulling the portraits off the walls and riding the giant dragon skeleton that hung from the ceiling. One was pulling Hermione's hair and she couldn't get it off.

Harry drew his chain and whipped it towards the pixie, severing it in two and burning the body before it made a mess.

Neville had been pulled by his ears to the ceiling and hung from a hook by his cloak. He was currently calling for help.

Lockhart had tried to cast a spell that Harry had never even heard of (and doubted it even existed) but one of the pixies had taken his wand so he decided to run up to the door to his office before turning to harry and Hermione. "I'll ask you lot to nip them back into their cage." He said with a nervous chuckle before diving into his office and slamming the door.

"That's wonderful! What do we do now!?" Ron Weasley exclaimed.

Harry rolled his eyes and whipped his chain, letting it wrap around his torso. "I've had enough of this shit!" He shouted. He reached into his coat and pulled out a fancy black cane with a small oval-shaped ruby inlaid on the top in silver.

"Immobulus!" He roared and slammed the bottom of the cane on the ground. The point of impact made a shockwave, where the spell flew from the cane and froze the pixies in mid-air.

Neville sighed from his position. "Why is it always me?" He asked, not expecting a real answer.

Harry twirled his cane and pointed the jewel at Neville. "Wingardium Leviosa!" He said calmly. Neville was pulled up, off the hook and gently lowered to the ground.

"I don't know, man. Shit happens when a useless prick lets a flock of these little bastards loose." Harry said. He held his cane up towards the frozen flock and started spinning his wrist, gathering the hovering pixies into a little ball before moving them into their cage.

"Harry, that's a cane!" Hermione suddenly said, pointing to the aforementioned object.

Harry raised a brow and pointed at Neville. "And that's a Neville, what's your point?" He asked, causing Neville to snicker lightly.

"What is it? Don't you have a wand?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nope. Zarathos' influence kept burning them up in my hand even before I could give 'em a wave. Mr. Ollivander made this to help me channel the fire-magic in my body and use regular spells. It's made from a blend of an ebony tree and an elder tree that was struck by holy lightning with a dual core of a phoenix feather and a Hungarian Horntail dragon heartstring. I was given some Goblin metal and used it to create the decoration. The ruby is used to help me regulate my normal magic for non-fire-based spells. Though my spell colors will still be red or a reddish color and flame-like in effect." He explained.

"That's wicked." Neville commented.

"And that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it." Harry said before fixing his hat and leaving the room.

Neville and Hermione followed him while snickering and giggling respectively.

(Later, Emrys House Dormitory)

"It's a nice place." Harry commented. The room was similar in appearance to the Gryffindor Common room except for the dragon oriented decorations and the black and white coloring.

"I thought it'd be adequate for someone of your standing." Prof. McGonagall said.

"My standing? What the hell does that mean?" He asked.

Ignoring his language, she continued. "As the sole resident of Emrys house, you are essentially the school's guardian against internal and outside threats. The Prefects would normally be the ones to report any ill-behavior between the students. But their bigotry, especially Slytherin house, causes them to escape some much deserved punishments." She explained.

"So what do I need to do?" Harry asked.

She looked at him seriously. "Round them up." She said before taking her leave.

Harry smirked before heading up to the dorm, where he'd pick his bed. "Hell yeah!" He thought.

(The next day)

Nymphadora Tonks was not a simple woman. She was not only a Metamorphmagus, enabling her to change her physical appearance into whatever it is she desires, she was also a Black on her mother's side.

The Black family was well-known Pureblood Supremacists and open supporters of the Dark Lord.

Her mother, Andromeda Tonks nee Black, had eloped with her father, a muggle attorney named Ted, and they were happily in love and she was around as proof of that love.

When she was six, she was introduced to her cousin's best friend and his family. James Potter was a funny man and Lily was beautiful and kind woman. Harry was first introduced to her at the same time and she fell in love at first glance of those curious-filled emerald eyes.

She took to playing with the toddler while the adults talked. He always did a cute giggle whenever she changed her hair color and he squealed in laughter when she'd change her facial features to that of certain animals.

Now though, he was a pre-teen boy who had apparently been a farmer for the better part of his life.

It's obviously done wonders for him. His eyes shined with a kind of wisdom and inner happiness that showed he had conquered the grief weighed down on him by his relatives and the lack of parents in his life. His hair was long and seemed silky to the touch. He was nicely tanned and his body must have been pure muscle from the farm work he must have grown up with.

"Gah! What's wrong with me? I'm eighteen and I'm thinking about a twelve year old." She mentally smacked herself.

"Having troublesome thoughts, freak?" A snide voice asked from behind her.

She growled and turned to see Marcus Flint, a snobby Slytherin in his sixth year with two of his lackeys.

"What the hell do you want, Flint?" She snapped.

His smirk grew into a full-blown grin, showing off his crooked teeth. "Just for you to quit playing hard-to-get." He sneered and his goons circled around her.

Tonks already knew what was coming and reached for her wand, only to remember that it was in her bag that she was going to her quarters to retrieve.

"Now that's no way to treat a pretty lady." Another voice interjected.

They all turned around and saw a black-clad boy with a cowboy hat leaning on the wall, twirling a cane between his fingers.

"Who the bloody hell asked you? Get lost ickle brat!" Flint growled.

Harry raised the brim of his hat with his finger and gazed at them with serene amusement in his eyes. "Ah, it's always fun when they underestimate you, isn't it, Dora?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Depends on who you're against."

"Sit tight. This won't take long. Law-enforcement, no matter if you're defending yourself or otherwise, will not look good fightin' against school kids." He said and kicked off the wall. He calmly strolled over to the group and tapped his cane against the ground.

Flint smirked, showing his badly angled and misshapen teeth. "Look at this guys. An ickle firstie thinks he's actually intimidating." He said and started snorting obnoxiously.

Harry smirked and grabbed his hat. He suddenly threw it like a Frisbee at Flint, who barely caught the hat before Harry's smiling face appeared under it. Harry grabbed Flint's arm and twisted it before flipping the upperclassman over his head and onto the floor, where he kicked his face onto the floor, knocking him out.

Releasing his arm, Harry turned to the other two Slytherin boys and Tonks. "Next." He said and picked up his cane, the ruby glowing ominously.

The two got the message and sprinted out of the hallway.

"Wow, my hero." Tonks said casually.

"Really, these inbred idiots actually think they rule the school?" He said in disappointment.

He grabbed his cane and escorted his friend to her quarters.

"You know anything about what Dumbledore had set up last year?" Harry asked.

She looked thoughtful. "Yeah, it was about him placing the Sorcerer's Stone inside the school. I heard the stone was destroyed at the end of the year." She said.

"Yeah, but it's how the whole thing was set up that bugs me. A giant Cerberus, a devil's snare, a room full of flying keys and a broom for someone to use to catch the key. Followed by a giant-ass chessboard, a room full of trolls, a potion riddle, and then there's the stone inside the mirror of Erised." He counted down the defenses for the stone.

"What's your point?" She asked.

"Those weren't defenses. The whole ordeal is set up like a test. Who in the castle is an excellent chess player?" He asked.

"Ron Weasley."

"And Hermione is all-around intelligent so she'd figure out the riddle and how to get past the Devil's snare. I'm excellent on a broom despite the fact I don't like them, so I'd get through the key challenge easily." He said.

Tonks looked at him in confusion. "You think that whole thing was set up to test you?" She asked.

"I know it sounds like some conspiracy theory bull-crap but it makes sense. This Voldemort (Tonks shuddered) guy comes back to the school looking for a way to get a new body and it's the same year I was supposed to attend my first year in this place."

Tonks looked at him thoughtfully for a moment.

"Dumbledore should've warded the stone in a secure facility and instead he put it in a school with an obstacle course between it and-" Harry said before he froze. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" He shouted and pointed.

Tonks followed his line of sight and her eyes narrowed at what she saw.

Argus Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris was hanging on a torch in the middle of the hallway.

At least, her corpse was.

Their attention was then drawn to the writing on the wall above her.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware.

Enemies of the Heir beware.

(J.K Rowling)

"Jesus, it's blood. Dora, it's written in blood." Harry said.

Tonks' auror training kicked in. "Alright Harry, I need you to come with me. We need to get to a Floo Network and report this to my superiors. This is beyond any prank." She said sternly.

"Aw Hell! Can't I get a break?" Harry thought as the two turned around, only to see the students appear from the hallways, converging on them. "Shit!" He mentally cussed at his luck.