Hello all and welcome to 'Like A Lightning Bolt', my first attempt at a multi-chapter story. Firstly, here is the expanded summary.

Summary: A discussion with Madame Pomfrey at the end of 2nd year changes Harry's outlook on his future. No longer willing to spend his time lazing about, Harry gets serious about schoolwork. How will this and a few other changes revealed to the students at the start of the next school year affect the final outcome? Non-determined pairing. Smart Harry. Focused Harry. Ron Bashing. Ginny Bashing. Molly Bashing. Good But Misguided Dumbledore. OCs and OOCs throughout the story, with a natural influx of OCs during 4th year.

So there you have it, and in case you are wondering, yes, yes I am terrible at summaries. Now, my intention for this story is twofold, it is to help keen my skills as a fanfiction author, as well as try and curb my muse into focusing upon one task at a time, rather than many at once. My hope is to wind up with an average chapter length of approximately 5000 words, this might not always be possible, as, naturally, some events do take up massive amounts of time, therefore a chapter that finishes below this threshold is typically because what comes next could take up a massive chunk, if not all of, a new chapter.

Also of note will be that within this story Arithmancy will be the more common fanfiction form wherein it is the analysing and breakdown of spells into formula, as opposed to numerology, which it is in canon. This will play a major part, and while I will not do as some do and go into depth on it, well, I won't for this story at least, it will have a basic overview, ie, if I do a classroom, scene, they won't be doing a theory lesson, more of a lesson where they practice what they have already been taught previously on a new spell.

So, without further ado here is the first chapter for the story, enjoy.

"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Spells"
Book Names

Disclaimer: Does a powerful female character, with immense amounts of potential from a writer's point of view, get killed by a fat, non-combatant house wife cause love? If so, I clearly don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter One

Harry James Potter, a boy twelve years of age, laid in a bed within the Hospital Wing, which was, quite unfortunately, filled with many more students than it normally would be. Mr Potter however, was the only one of these students capable of movement at the time, as the other students within the Wing were petrified, rendered this way by the Basilisk that Harry had slain mere hours ago.

Much to Harry's annoyance, after he had brought the destroyed diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle, the object that had been possessing one Ginny Weasley for the majority of the school year, to the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, Harry had been forcibly taken to the Hospital Wing by the very, very irate Matron of the wing, Poppy Pomfrey. The Medi-Witch insisted on keeping Harry overnight for observation, after all, he was one of the very few people to have ever survived the venom of the Basilisk. Which brings us to this point, where Harry is laying, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to finish checking on the petrified students, before she came over to begin diagnostics on him.

"Alright," said the Medi-Witch as she began strolling over to Harry's bed, "Please remove your shirt Mr Potter, it's filthy, and I'm worried what that might do to the diagnostic spells results."

"Ok ma'am." Harry replied, slipping his, indeed quite filthy, shirt off, allowing the Matron to begin her tests.

"Honestly Harry, you've been in here more times than any student has the right to be, just call me Poppy, Merlin knows we don't need to be so formal after all this time." Ground out the slightly disgruntled witch, quite clearly not amused by the fact that Harry insisted on calling her ma'am, as well as the sheer number of times he had been under her care.
"I can already tell you there is nothing I can do for that scar on your arm, the Phoenix tears and Basilisk venom inside it will render the potions we used to remove the last set of scars you had inert." Poppy chose to ignore the small flinch Harry had at those words, knowing full well he was uncomfortable with the topic of where exactly he had acquired the scars she mentioned.

As Poppy continued waving her wand and recording the results on a nearby parchment, Harry reflected on the events that had given him those scars. The scars had been a lattice upon his back, evidence of his Uncle's not so rational reactions to Harry's bouts of accidental magic. He relaxed though, he was well aware that his uncle refused to touch him after Harry found out he was a wizard, worried that with him actively practicing his 'freakishness' it might somehow contaminate him if he did so.

"Honestly, you do realize you are lucky to be alive right Mr Potter?" Inquired the Matron, as she gazed over the results she had recorded, "The Basilisk venom and Phoenix tears seem to now both be a part of your bloodstream, most likely neither is able to overpower the other, so the two substances are simply remaining in your bloodstream."

"Is that, is that a bad thing?" Asked Harry, his slightly scared tone of voice not adequately demonstrating just how frightened the idea made him.

"From these scans, not at all, the two are simply there, not doing any harm, Lady Luck must truly love you Mr Potter, grown wizards are barely capable of killing a Basilisk with their magic. I think only the Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick would be capable of doing it on their own, and that is if the beast was already blinded, for you to have done it with a sword is miraculous." Poppy looked at him, quite clearly showing the small flicker of disbelief dancing behind her professional demeanour, "Professor Snape would also be capable, however, he would need help to do so, speaking of which, I am going to have to speak with him, your new circumstances, put together with your history of visits to my Infirmary, are going to require some altered potions on hand for healing you." Harry grimaced at the mention of Severus Snape, the man and Harry not exactly getting along.

"They would have been capable of killing it with magic?" Inquired Harry, his brief research into the King of Serpents revealing it to have magically resistant scales on par with a dragon's scaly hide, to be capable of killing it with magic astounded the young wizard.

"Of course, Albus and Minerva are both Masters in the field of Transfiguration, both being experts in using it in the battlefield, the few times I have seen them ever engage in duelling I was awed by the work they could create, shaping everything in sight to their advantage and their opponents disadvantage(1). Filius, well, he WAS a European duelling champion for quite some years, as well as having a mastery of Charms, silent casting, and spell chaining combined with his speed of movement, he would be able to run circles around the beast, striking its weak points with sheer number of spells." Explained Poppy, having taken a seat during her explanation. She would admit the look of amazement as Harry attempted to picture the different scenes, no doubt imagining the spellwork being used against the same beast he himself only just fought.

"How would Sn- Professor Snape," Poppy's glare causing him to correct himself, "be capable of taking it down? I don't imagine many potions can be used to take on a Basilisk." Harry appeared genuinely curious at this, after all, while he knew, thanks to Hermione, that Snape was the youngest to ever gain the title of Potions Master, the only time he had seen Snape use anything he could even consider a combat spell was when he fought Lockhart in that sham of a Duelling Club, not taking much effort at all.

"Young Severus is not just a Potions Master Harry, he has a Masters in Defence Against the Dark Arts as well. Not only that, but Severus has made several spells of his own, quite a few in fact. He was a brilliant student, and his skills in spell creation, something typically taught only in NEWT Arithmancy, where well known even in his fourth year of schooling. As long as he had others to help back him up, I have no doubt that he would be capable of taking a Basilisk down." Poppy explained, happy to shed a different light on the 'Dungeon Bat', "In fact, the only student who showed more skills in spell creation was Severus' closest friend." Added Poppy, waiting for Harry to take the bait and ask who it was.

"Professor Snape had a FRIEND? He uhhh, doesn't really seem the type." Harry added, trying to hide his curiosity at this insight into his least favourite professor, Lockhart and Quirrel never really taught anything after all, keeping them from being contenders for the spot.

"Oh yes, Snape had a good friend, if I remember correctly he was friends with her from before Hogwarts." A small grin was making its way onto her face at the sheer disbelief held on poor Harry's face.

"Who was it? I mean, I can't even imagine him as a first year, yet alone a first year with a friend already."

"Your mother Harry. Your mother and Severus were the best of friends for the first five years of school, they unfortunately had quite the falling out in their sixth year though. That friendship though caused poor Severus a lot of strife." Poppy's tone grew quite sombre near the end.

"My, my MUM, was friends with SNAPE?!" Harry was dumbfounded by this information, till the last part of what Poppy said caught up to him, "How was being friends with my mum something that caused him strife?"

"Your father and Severus' housemates in Slytherin. Both took exceptions to the friendship, both had different ways of showing it. While Severus's housemates merely ignored him and shunned him for the first few years, your father, smitten with your mother from the day he saw her, was an unrepentant prankster, he and his friends making the Weasley twins look tame. As a result of your father's attraction to your mother, the primary target for a lot of your father's pranks wound up being young Severus, quite a few times he even ended up in here as a result." Poppy ensured that she had Harry's eye contact all throughout her little speech.
"I don't tell you this to make you think your father was a bad man Harry, he was juvenile at first, but he did mature, had he not, your mother would have never stopped hating him," Harry's eyebrows shot to the top of his head with that information, "Yes, naturally, as I'm sure you know, as the friend of a bully's main target, she didn't like your father one bit until he had matured and, while he never stopped the pranking, he did tone it down a fair bit." Harry's mind had immediately thought of how his hatred for Draco Malfoy had increased every time he picked on one of Harry's friends, making Harry realize how his mother must have felt towards his father.

'So that's why he doesn't like me.' Thought Harry, recalling Snape comparing him and his father many times.
"So, my mum made spells too?" Asked Harry, the need for information in his voice so overpowering that Poppy sobered right out of her sombre mood, realizing this is perhaps the most he has ever learnt about his parent's childhoods.

"Yes, she was quite talented, just as much as young Ms Granger," Poppy nodded her head towards the bed where Hermione laid petrified, "Your mother's speciality was Charms and Potions, with Runes and Arithmancy being close behind them, I had even heard that she had transfigured a flower petal into a fish, and then charmed it alive. Your father on the other hand, was a prodigy when it came to Transfiguration, don't tell Minerva, but I am sure that he led two of his friends and himself through the process of becoming Animagi, a difficult and exceptional feat, although, he never registered, so, consider it our little secret." Poppy gave him a wink.

"How could you tell he and his friends became Animagi?" Harry appeared genuinely curious about this, not understanding how the Medi-Witch would know if the Transfiguration professor didn't.

"HA, there is only so many times one boy can come in with antlers or hooves, another with a dog's tail or snout, while the third would have whiskers and a rats tail, before I realize that they are attempting to BECOME those animals, as opposed to pranks gone wrong, or, Transfiguration accidents." Poppy had a large smile on her face at this point, showing how humorous she found the situation.

"My parents really put their all into their studies huh?" Harry's tone not truly conveying how he felt, as he compared what Poppy told him with his own studies, which primarily consisted of him goofing off with Ron then begging Hermione for help the night before it was due. Harry remembered when he was in Primary school with Dudley, how he would have to make the effort to have lower grades then Dudley, admittedly quite a difficult thing to do. He realized he didn't need to keep doing that, his parents did well in school, and there was no longer anyone telling him to hold back, he made a vow right then, he was going to take his studies seriously, and make sure that he made his parents proud, no matter how difficult it got.
"Poppy, do I HAVE to stay overnight? It's just, the feast is tomorrow, and I need to go see Professor McGonagall about something."

Poppy smiled.
"Of course dear, with these results and you not having enough time before curfew to get into any MORE trouble, I can allow that, if you feel sick or anything though, you come here immediately, understood?" Asked Poppy, the jovial smile of Poppy changing to the stern mask of Madame Pomfrey as she finished.

"Yes Poppy." Harry said, as he slid off the bed, slowly putting on the spare robe that had appeared while they were talking. After making himself look presentable Harry said good night to the Matron as he left to go and see Professor McGonagall.

Minerva McGonagall was not having a good day. Firstly, she finds out that one of her Lion Cubs, poor Ginny Weasley, had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets, a location the staff at Hogwarts had NEVER been able to find. Secondly, she then finds out that two MORE of her lions have gone down into the Chamber willingly, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, to make matters worse, they had apparently gone down with Gilderoy Lockhart, the pompous fool was going to cause more harm than good. Finally, she finds out that Harry had successfully gone into the Chamber, slain the beast and rescued Ginny from some book that had possessed her for most of the year, and neither she, nor the poor girl's siblings, had noticed.

The only solace Minerva had was the small amount of good news she had received from Pomona Sprout that the Mandrakes were ready and Severus was preparing the potion needed to heal the petrified students in the hospital wing, with the potion being ready before the feast at the latest.

Just as Minerva began to pack up her work, done for the night on this stressful day, there was a knock on her door. Taking the time to quickly rub her temples, worried about what potential head ache was going to walking in through her door next, she beckoned them to enter.

Much to both her relief and consternation, the door opened to reveal one Harry Potter, certainly not the person should would have expected to be on the other side of the door, Poppy never did like letting her patients go after all. Considering the time, Minerva's thoughts immediately turned to Harry having snuck away from the Medi-witch's domain.
"Weren't you supposed to be in the Hospital Wing Mr Potter?" The stern look she gave demanding he tell the truth immediately or face the punishment.

"Yes Professor, but, after she checked me over and we had a bit of a chat, Po- I mean, Madame Pomfrey," McGonagall quirked an eye at Harry's slip up, remembering another near identical boy making the same mistake many years ago, "let me out so I could come and see you, as well as rest in an actual bed, as long as I went back if I felt any discomfort or pain." Harry made sure to keep eye contact at all time, while keeping the slight tremor of fear he felt out of his voice.

"I see. What pray tell, did you need to see me about at this time of night?" McGonagall was truly curious at this point, after all, not many students purposefully seek out their Head of House the second last day of term, less than half an hour before curfew.

"Well, Madame Pomfrey and I, we were talking about my parents, and she pointed out that they both, well, they both took their classes a bit more seriously than I have been, an unfortunate habit I picked up that I didn't realize I was continuing till I actually thought about it. Anyway, I would like to change my electives for next year if I could. Divination, while, at least according to Ron, is an easy OWL, it's not exactly going to help me, what with my track record, and while knowing how to care for Magical Creatures might be handy later, it's not exactly going to help me if I have to fight them. I mean, what am I going to do, make sure an angry Manticore is properly groomed? Not a lot of good that will be if it's trying to eat me." Harry stopped to collect his thoughts, realizing he was beginning to rant.

"I see. It is true that your performance so far has been quite, inadequate, compared to what I was expecting of you, after all, your mother and father were quite above the average witch and wizard." McGonagall ensured that Harry was listening before she continued. "So, if you do not wish to take those two electives Mr Potter, what do you wish to take instead, and might I ask of your reasoning for each class?"

"Well, after the talk I had with Madame Pomfrey, I would like to take Arithmancy and Runes. I want to take Arithmancy because while the subject sounds hard, it also sounds rewarding, especially with the subject eventually teaching how to make spells, something which the information you provided us to choose the subjects from didn't say. I think this will allow me to have a better understanding of the spells I am using in my other subjects, which in turn will hopefully allow me to perform better in my other subjects." As Harry took a pause to catch his breath and remember why he considered Runes, McGonagall nodded her head, jotting down the new information on Harry's file, having summoned it while he was talking. "I want to take Runes because of the different aspects of it, warding sounds like it would be helpful in protecting my belongings and wherever I might live, while being able to enchant objects with magical properties using runes sounds like an amazingly helpful ability." Once again as Harry finished McGonagall nodded her head and made another note on the file.

"Okay, that can easily be arranged, thankfully you had your change of heart before the end of term, had we already begun organising class rolls and timetables, it would have been a bit more of a hassle for us to change it around." McGonagall began packing up Harry's file, putting back into the pile with the rest of the 2nd year files on her desk. "If that will be all Mr Potter?"

"Actually, I was wondering something, it was about something Madame Pomfrey said," McGonagall waved her hand, beckoning him to continue, "Madame Pomfrey said that my dad was an Animagus, like you are, did you know anything about it?"

McGonagall began looking at Harry, examining him quite thoroughly, as if trying to find any flaw in what he had just said. Without warning McGonagall waved her wand and a rather odd looking book floated over, book being a loose term for what looked to be nothing more than handwritten notes bound together. The book came to rest in front of McGonagall, who didn't even seem fazed by the book's rather odd appearance.

"The skill you are asking me about is a skill considered above NEWT level Transfiguration, in fact, anyone capable of managing the transformation process on their own, without a master overlooking the actual transformations themselves, is considered an honorary Master of Transfiguration, after all, the level of skill needed to perform it without supervision is immense. It is also, highly regulated, and requires a person who has undertaken the process to be registered. After all, if the Ministry were to discover a full-fledged Animagus, while being able to prove they have been so for an extended amount of time, the person can be fined or even imprisoned as a result, do you understand Mr Potter?" Harry nodded his head, the sternness in her voice more than enough for him to realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Now, a certain student of mine, quite fond of having transfiguration accidents involving antlers," At this Harry perked up, remembering Poppy mentioning this earlier, "who's friends began calling him 'Prongs' shortly after this began occurring, wrote all of his notes on his, 'accidents', down. Naturally, he gave them to me, so I could make sure these, 'accidents', didn't happen very often. However, I think Prongs would have wanted you to have these notes, to help make sure you don't have the same, 'accidents'." As she said this, Minerva handed Harry the book, a gentle smile on her face, Harry noted the title roughly printed on the front The Marauders Guide to Beastly Pranks by Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, "Now, I have to say to you, if you wish to undertake such an endeavour as the Animagus transformation, for one, Miss Granger will no doubt be of great help, however, the two of you should wait until you finish school before trying it. However, if the two of you were to, ahem, learn some 'Beastly Pranks', I'm sure the two of you will be able to work it out from these notes, based purely upon the speculation that you truly work hard Mr Potter."

Harry stared in awe at the book, slowly moving his fingers of the word 'Prongs' written on the front, realizing from McGonagall's hint that 'Prongs' was the nickname his father's friends had given him based on his Animagus form. Harry, nodded at the professor, mentally deciding that there would be a new set of Marauders, and he was damn well going to make sure he was able to be just as much of a help to Hermione as she would be to him when they decoded the notes in the book he now held.

"Of course Professor, I wouldn't want to disappoint anymore then my less than adequate performance already has. Good Night Professor, I will see you at the feast tomorrow night." As Harry finished saying this, he began to walk out.

"One more thing Mr Potter," Harry stopped just inside the doorframe on the way out, "I do believe that if you would like some extra reading, Professors Flitwick, Babbling, and Vector all have notes left behind by your mother, I'm sure they would be more than willing to part with them for you, if you just ask of course. Consider it something to do tomorrow, while you wait for Miss Granger to be cured of her petrification. Good Night Mr Potter." Harry nodded, closing the door behind him as he went off to Gryffindor Tower, the book held close to his chest as he went, head thick with thoughts about his parents, and what his future would now bring.

Harry's summer had been going well. He had been ignored by his Uncle, given no chores by his Aunt, and spent all day in his room reading his schoolbooks over again. When he finished his schoolbooks, he began reading his father's notes, hoping that he would be able to understand them. Everything was fine for Harry, at least, until SHE came. Marge, Vernon's sister, an ugly woman inside and out who bred mean little dogs. She of course began having a go at Harry's parents, who, Harry felt closer to than ever, as a result, Harry lost it, accidental magic and all, inflating the woman. This of course, caused Harry to panic, which brings us to where we are now, Harry, having just packed up his stuff and left the Dursley's, is making his way to London, on foot, at night.

Harry stopped, feeling someone watching him, causing Harry to stop and look around. He was just outside an old park, but that was empty. Harry was wondering if it was someone in one of the houses nearby before he heard a twig snap. Turning to face the noise, Harry saw a big black dog, with gleaming silver eyes. The strangest thing was, Harry thought he recognized the dog, or at least, it looked a lot like the description his father had put in his notes of what Sirius Black, also known as Padfoot, looked like in his Animagus form. Deciding there was no harm in it if it turned out to be a regular dog, Harry decided to investigate.

"Padfoot?" asked Harry, slowly lifting his wand up with a light charm on the end. Harry saw the dog's tail start shaking just as the dog barked in response. So focused on the dog, Harry was NOT prepared for the giant double-decker bus that appeared in front of him with a bang, causing Harry to fall back with a start.

"Welcome to The Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you wherever you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve-,(2)" The man, identified as Stan Shunpike, stopped reading off the small palm card he had in his hand when he noticed Harry was laying on the ground, "What you doing down there?"

"I fell over." Harry replied in an annoyed tone, as he picked himself back up from where he fell.

"What you fall over for?" Inquired Stan, not seeming to comprehend that Harry might not have expected the bus to appear.

"Got distracted, so it surprised me when the bus showed up. Speaking of which." Harry quickly lied, as he moved to peak his head around the bus to see if the dog was still there.

"What you looking at?" Stan having poked his head around the bus as well, seeing nothing, was quite confused.

"There was a dog, I was worried you might have frightened it." Once again the lie came easily to his lips, after all, if that was Padfoot, and he didn't turn back when the bus showed up, he clearly had a reason not to be seen.

"Ah, right then, where you want to go?" Said Stan, as he began to lift up Harry's trunk onto the bus.

"The Leaky Cauldron, in London." Said Harry, making sure his hair covered his scar while the conductor's back was turned.

"Alright, that will be eleven sickles," Stan stopped and looked at his palm card again, "But for thirteen you get hot chocolate, and for fifteen you get a hot water bottle and toothbrush in the colour of your choice.(3)" Nodding to himself as he finished, Stan stuck his hand out, waiting to see how much Harry would put in his hand.

Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out a fist full of coins he had put there for when he got to the Cauldron, and counted out eleven sickles, dropping them into the conductor's hand and taking the ticket he handed back. Moving onto the bus, Harry saw that instead of seats, there were beds, taking the one closest to the front, Harry almost missed the conductor telling the driver to go, and he certainly was not prepared to be thrown around while the bus moved.

"Who is that?" Asked Harry, motioning to the man in the picture on the Daily Prophet that Stan was holding that mentioned the man as an escapee from Azkaban, the wizard prison Harry remembered Hagrid was taken to last year.

"Who him?" Asked Stan, pointing at the picture, "That's Sirius Black!" Stan was looking at the picture as he said this, not noticing Harry's startled reaction.

'Well, I guess that explains why HE didn't raise me, I wonder about the other two Marauders.' Thought Harry, schooling his features.
"What was he in Azkaban for?" Asked Harry, definitely curious.

"You're a Muggleborn ain't you? He murdered a whole bunch of muggles, and Peter Pettigrew, with a big explosion, all they found of Peter was a finger," Stan decided to lift and twitch one of his fingers then, chuckling to himself as he wiggled it, "Peter tried to stop him after he betrayed the Potters to You-Know-Who. Poor guy didn't stand a chance."

'Well, that explains Wormtail, then again, if he was dead, wouldn't there have been, I don't know, more chunks, considering he was blown up? Could, could he have run away as a rat? After all if Padfoot betrayed Mum and Dad, why didn't he attack me just now? Why did he seem happy to see me?' Harry was so focused on his thoughts he only vaguely heard the talking shrunken head mention an old lady, right before his face slammed into the glass.

Shortly after stopping for the old lady on the street, the bus took off again, and after a large amount of twists and turns, the bus finally pulled up at the Leaky Cauldron. After Harry got off and grabbed his things from Stan, saying goodbye and thanking him for the information, Harry was escorted by Tom to a room where the Minister of Magic informed him that he wasn't expelled like he thought, that the problem was already taken care of. Harry asked the Minister to sign off on his permission slip to visit Hogsmeade, saying that his muggle Uncle refused because he didn't understand what a Hogsmeade was, and in a way, the Minister WAS a guardian for the people, the Minister was more than happy to ingratiate himself towards Harry by signing off on the permission slip. The Minister, who at this point was insisting Harry call Cornelius, told Harry that when going to Hogsmeade he should be careful, informing him of a detachment of Dementors, the guards of Azkaban, to the area around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, in case Sirius Black attempted to get close. With his warnings given, Cornelius said goodbye, and left in order to return to his own home. Harry decided to settle in for the night, giving Hedwig water to drink and then turning the lights out, Harry went to sleep.

So there you have it, the first chapter of 'Like a Lightning Bolt'. Basically this covers Harry's rationalisation and the changes to his base coursework for the third year onwards. Now, onto addressing the things I had as reference points for further explanation:

(1) Madame Pomfrey is an exceptional Medi-Witch who shows a rather great deal of talent when working under pressure, in this story, the reason for her being like this is due to her helping the Order of the Phoenix, of which for my story Flitwick is a part of. This is what has allowed her to see Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick in combat.

(2) & (3) Taken directly from the Prisoner of Azkaban, as Stan doesn't know who Harry is, I see no reason why he would not tell this passenger asking who the escaped 'Death Eater' is and what he was charged with, rather than just, 'He's a murderer.'. Granted, had it been done in canon, the whole 'Ermahgerd Sirius is a good guy' thing wouldn't have really worked. But, for this, Harry has been reading into the Marauder's notes, including diagrams of their forms. Also seriously, nobody in canon questioned ONLY a finger being left, not even a big ass blood stain? Just a finger.

There, now that's taken care of, some of you may be wondering what I meant when I said, 'Misguided Dumbledore' in the summary, well, I don't intend on him being the manipulative bastard trying to make Harry a weapon, in this he is just an old man, a good old man, but as I'm sure many of you have noticed, the elderly are stubborn. Also, naturally, as a result, Dumbledore did not place the Fidelius, Lily did, which is also why there was no Fidelius over the Longbottoms, meaning Dumbledore did not know of the change of Secret Keepers, because he wasn't there for it.

Now, my current intention is to attempt to release a chapter every 2 weeks, this gives me time to write them in between all of my coursework and etcetera activities, it will also allow me to flesh out my ideas a little better. At most, if I am struggling to wrestle anything from my muse, or I have a lot of work to do, I will throw out an interlude, a look into say, what the twins are doing or something, just a quick little chapter within my main story in order to let you know why I have not brought out a proper chapter as well as providing other characters insights into what's going on at the present time.

Until next time,

Lucison.