Sheploo, let's be clear, I do NOT write anything to do with explicit romance and/or sexual relations. They can be implied, and I certainly will not pretend Dante has never made a dirty joke, really...DMC 4... These are teenagers, and Nevan is a succubus for crying out loud. Therefore, those kinds of 'appetites' will be implied, but not explicit. Your concerns are received with no offense whatsoever, I will be clear about that as well. Also, did I really imply a gay relationship? I thought I had made it more obvious Harry was drawn to the power they held since he is part demon. I said he looks at both, not really having figured out a gender preference yet. If it came off like that, sorry, but that is NOT what will happen. No way. That being said, I still appreciate all reviews given.

Harry panted, totally out of breath, as their testing had finally finished. October was already shaping up to be hell. Tony had kicked up their private and in class training to inhuman levels, even more so for him since he was inhuman. The others didn't really know of his of Tony's demonic nature, and they were mostly unaware that all of the Devil Arms could speak to, it was for the best for now. He forced himself not to bend over, instead raising them above his head, bending over wouldn't help him take in deep pulls of oxygen he desperately needed. Aches ran up his sides, his legs wanted to give and his arms felt like jelly. And it was only Monday. He was just glad they hadn't been forced to wear their training gear during their testing that day, he could only beg that he met Tony's human standards and hadn't gone over, otherwise he'd get a lecture and extra lessons on limiting himself in public so as to not draw unwanted attention from outside parties.

A towel was thrown over his head, it was his, a fluffy black one with a green lightning bolt in the corner. Hermione had gotten it for him, said he needed one since he was always sweating like a dog and soaked from the pool water after testing was done. "You push yourself too hard." She stated, some disapproval in her eyes.

"Do I? I'm just trying to get better Mione, hey, I'll meet you after practice for our study session okay? I want to stay on top, it's an exhilarating feeling to see all the work I'm putting in give results you know? I feel a little more free these days despite the looming madman over my head. I'm going to hit the showers before quidditch practice starts, I doubt Angelina will appreciate the state I'm in right now." He laughed, feeling a bit better as they started towards the change rooms.

"Maybe you should skip practice today Harry, I'm sure Angelina will understand." Hermione tried.

"It's just a strategy practice today. We're trying to come up with some new maneuvers that will put Gryffindor in an early lead this season." Harry reasoned, she glared at him, he stopped.

He summoned his water bottle to him and took a short draw. Just enough to get some on his woefully dry throat. "Harry, you shouldn't be so...obsessed with getting better." She stated, he took a really close look at her face.

He didn't really like what he read off of her energy either. Was she...jealous? "Mione, I understand you are concerned about me, but we're fifteen now, we aren't little kids who can just go through our days with no consequences to our action and inaction. If I don't train now, if I don't study now, how will that lack of effort effect my chances of survival in the brewing war? Will I even survive to fight off the old snake bastard? And I'm not just training, I'm expanding my social circle and making valuable connections that will help me in the future getting jobs and trying to take out a lot of the bigotry that exists within our community. I want to be able to survive to move into a cozy little house, grow my own garden, and live knowing the man who took my parents from me is gone. But I won't be able to do that if I'm dead. And I will die if I don't train. This is good for me, and I really wish you had joined to. He never said you had to stay on that path after all, he was just offering a chance to gain valuable skills. It's too late for you to change your mind, you made your choice, I'm living with it. Please respect mine." He pointed out.

She scowled, clearly not happy with leaving the conversation on that note, but he'd already slid into the changing room. Draco peeked up at him. "Hey, what took you so long?" He asked, it was just him, Blaise and Theo left.

They used the time in the change rooms to discuss work Tony gave them in peace and solitude. Especially after testing days, where everyone just wanted to eat then head to their rooms and pass out regardless if they had other homework or not. "Mione questioning my choices again. Usually I'm rather happy she isn't just following along with me or Ron. But this time I find myself almost hating that she doesn't trust me at 15 to be able to make my own choices." He admitted, starting to strip down.

"Granger is watching us rather closely lately. Does she regret not joining when she had the chance? I can't say it hasn't shown its perks." Theo asked.

"No, it's more like she doesn't approve of me making the choice to train so much and so hard in the first place. I'm nowhere near training enough to burn out," he sighed, "but it's like Hermione doesn't think I'm capable, strong enough, or that I should even be worrying about Voldemort." He growled at the end, almost letting his eyes shift.

He really has to watch that. "That doesn't sound like her? She's always loudly stated at meals you and Ron need to work harder. Now she's telling you to work less?" Blaise asked, not believing what he'd heard.

"I don't know what's going on with her. We have a study session tonight after I'm done with quidditch. I'm going to catch a shower before the meeting, so we can talk later. Tell Daphne and Luna I said hi if you see them."

"Why not the twins?" Theo asked, not realizing what he was actually asking.

Silence.

"Right, quidditch practice, Gryffindor quidditch team." Theo broke, blushing, then stumbling out.

He was always the most taxed after intense physical sessions, having been more of a bookworm before, but he tried and that's what mattered at the moment. He wasn't too far behind the others anyways. Harry laughed a bit as he entered one of the shower stalls and turned on the water, relishing the cold spray before it gradually shifted into the steaming hot showers he loves. He likes both temperatures, but he likes a hot shower when cleaning off the most. Hot baths to, he snuck into the prefect baths sometimes, he'd stolen the schedule from Hermione a few times and learned the rotation. Then watched the map for a month to learn when the prefects used the bath. Surprisingly, they didn't take advantage of it much. Not like Cedric, such a waste it was.

It wasn't like Draco has said anything about the one time he did catch him in the bath. That had been rather awkward, since he'd been with Daphne at the time, and it was obvious those two had less than pure intentions in mind. He'd left them to their business, but had fed off a bit of the energy they gave off during their activities. He did that to any couple he passed, just little bits. Their lust fed him adequately, he knew his grandmother purposefully sought out couples in their...private moments to really feed off of them. She said that humans always passed it off as a post-sex thing. He was no stranger to that energy, and the temptation to do what she did, but he didn't want to go and find people to feed directly from as she did.

He did catch himself many times staring after certain powerful individuals, caught thoughts that he shocked himself with about wanting to pounce on them and show them a good time. His grandmother applauded his self control in the regards he wanted to save his first direct feed for when he was of age, she had held no qualms whatsoever. Then again, devils and humans thought differently, and his half devil side certainly proved that to him often enough. He stayed under the hot spray as long as he could before he got out, dropping his sweat and pool water soaked gym uniform and towel into the basket. The house elves would have it back in his locker within a few hours.

He got into his quidditch uniform, and headed down to the pitch. He'd have Angelina his broom to carry down, knowing he'd take a while in the shower after testing. She appreciated his forethought, rather than him showing up late. He made it just in time, entering and finding his precious Firebolt stowed beside Angelina's own Nimbus 2000. A captaincy present from her father, she'd been stoked, she'd shared with Katie and Alicia. Their newest addition, Keeper Loraine Miser, needed to be introduced to their team's more intricate tactics created by dear old Oliver Wood. Angelina was officially captain, but the tree chasers were so close they pretty much shared the position. Case and point, Alicia had run tryouts. Angelina ran games, practices, and their physical practices, while Katie ran their tactics meeting. The three worked in tandem, and he was left wondering who would be captain after them, two of them and the Weasley Twins were seventh years. Meaning that it left him, Katie and Loraine next year if he stayed on. He probably would. Oh dear.

He hoped Katie took the position. He drew himself back into the meeting as Katie recalled some of Oliver's distraction tactics that helped take some heat off the Keeper and Seeker, while also getting the Chasers into position to score. They used it sparingly so people didn't catch on to the tactic, Oliver had truly been a quidditch genius. It was no wonder he was playing for England now. The spunky third year was now Oliver, but she had excellent reflexes and hadn't failed them in practices and mock games so far. Her real test would be to see how she handled pressure in a real game, the official season games started in a month. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. An excellent and much awaited kick off match. Six games to play, three per team. It was almost a waste, how little the number of games per year actually was.

Made him wish they did more, it wasn't like they didn't have a plethora of weekends to do so. It's not like students spent all of their time at Hogsmeade on the bi-monthly trips. The meeting dragged on, only Loraine needed to pay attention and asked questions. This was also the meeting Loraine got her first game uniform, up until now she'd been wearing a standard set of robes with pants during practice since Umbridge had put a hold on anything non academics related. "Ah, to our last order of business! Number 7, our Seeker, Hadrian Potter, come get your uniform." Angelina finally started the end of the meeting.

He walked up and took his uniform, happy to see the measurements had been changed as they needed to be. "Next up, Weasley number 6 and 5, our Beaters!" Angelina picked up the next two sets, the twins glided over to her, taking their sets and following him back to the benches. Starting our chaser line up, Katie Bell with number 4." "Alicia Spinnet at lovely number 3."

"Then you have myself with Number 2."

"And our newest addition, Keeper Loraine Miser, Number 1. Wear the number proud, Oliver would be ecstatic to know he has such an excellent hard worker as his replacement on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team." Angelina ended, the Weasley twins broke out the Butterbeer and the wizarding wireless was turned on.

He enjoyed it, they did their first Team Picture of the year on the fresh pitch before it could be covered in snow, the stands standing tall and proud while their new uniforms settled around them nicely. They held their brooms and smiled for the photo, McGonagall would be pleased with it, he noted. It was perhaps one of the best pictures they'd taken, thanks to Colin Creevey's camera skills. Hmm, maybe he should start a standard Hogwarts year book. But that meant he'd have to convince the other houses to take pictures and start participating in inter-house activities to fill the book. He'd put notices on the common room boards and see if Dumbledore would get staff pictures.

He got back into his school robes and the team headed back up to their dorms. He and Hermione were due to meet up by the fireplace in twenty minutes according to his watch for their study session, so he hurried up the stairs and took a few secret passageways in order to be there a bit early.

She never showed.

Dante was sipping at some fruit juice to wash down the rather thick pancakes served that morning as the owls came in with the daily gossip rag. He'd taken one look at it a few weeks into the school year and decided the idiots behind the paper, especially whoever the lying bitch Rita Skeeter was, weren't worth his time. This time however, a headline had caught the worry of students. Filius slid a paper over to him and he squeezed his glass so hard it shattered. Scaring students up front and getting his crisp white shirt stained with the red fruit juice. A quick set of spells sorted that little accident up rather quickly.

'Anthony Dante Redgrave, Devil Hunter.

Yes, that's right by dear readers, devil hunter. Devils, beings we fear as bedtime stories, are real. And this one man is one of the few people who can fight back against them. I have been able to find out through my sources that Redgrave has only two living family members. A missing older twin brother named Andrew Virgil, and a nephew named Nero. Redgrave is currently thirty years old, and will be thirty-one come the seventeenth this very month, his nephew is sixteen. Maybe one day I shall delve into how that is so, but Redgrave told his fellow staff members, perhaps as a joke or perhaps as the truth, that his brother lost his virginity to a painted woman living in an Italian city secluded on a warded island called Fortuna. A place he has visited, but I was unable to contact Nero Redgrave to find out what exactly happened at Fortuna, I was told by brokers that I did not have the password. Whatever the password is, the secrecy is rather concerning no? Most recently, Anthony Redgrave, three muggle women, a muggle man and a squib child were all involved in the demonic incident which took place in downtown Knight City, a city in between Las Vegas and Capulet Town. Capulet town being the town Redgrave's main shop is stationed at. Who were these muggles? Why were they involved? What is the connection? What was the cause of the demonic incident!? This reporter will find out, mark my words my dear readers!'

He scoffed. He ignored his curious fellows and stalked off to get his classroom ready for the day, inwardly he was begging for a glass of strong whiskey. Firewhiskey had been an amazing discovery, but he couldn't get drunk on a school day no matter how much he really wanted to. It was rather easy, rearranging some dates to fit the upcoming games and Hogsmeade weekends, all of which started in November, for his lesson plans. They were ahead of schedule for the most part, meaning his teaching style was obviously good for the students. Test scores had greatly improved for the many, especially those he was personally training. Nevan would likely steal Harry away that evening to hunt and teach him some more about his powers, the boy was surprisingly prudish for an Incubus type half-devil, part of the Lust class.

His father, and by extension he and Vergil, were part of the Pride class. The seven deadly sins may be types of demons, but ancient theorists had used them to classify higher devils as well. Though devils embodied all sins, their powers, their feeding habits, their hunting habits and their interactive habits all gave indications as to what class a devil belonged to. Lust class devils were identified by their appetite for sexual energy and promiscuity, usually rather undressed, seductive tone of voice and body language. They liked to lure prey and feed off of them for as long as possible, they weren't monogamous by any means but they did have favorites and could even mate. They had a high propensity for love compared to other classes, but were often detached from the human species. Nevan embodied these traits, but Harry? Oddball that kid. he demonstrated the traits instinctively, drawing people to him and singling out favorites, hunting down and using certain tones to arouse others for snacks. But he had notions that he could be entirely monogamous. Nevan would soon change that way of thinking, it just wasn't healthy for him. He had to understand humans would never understand him. And therefore a human partner would never willingly allow one of his kind to feed off of them during sex.

He sighed, he still had some papers to mark before the first class of the day, and he also had that lunch time meeting with his apprentices to discuss the plan going forward for October. Not to mention the start of month staff meeting happening that evening right after his fifth year class, meaning he'd have to let them go early. So be it, they were having a theory day anyways, nothing they couldn't do in the library or even at the great hall tables. His first class was...fourth years. Luna would be in this class, they were doing some practical work today. Nothing too strenuous, just practicing some newly introduced defensive spells and handing in their completed theory work he'd assigned on the group of spells they were doing. Medical spells. He'd consulted Pomfrey about them all, and she had looked ecstatic that students would be introduced to healing spells by him.

Hmm, he needed to write out that written test as a review of everything they've done so far. He looked up as a certain Ravenclaw skipped in early, her eyes trained on the devil arms along the wall. Did she hear the brothers speaking? Those two never listened, he just didn't care now about their chatter, some of it could be quite amusing. No, her eyes were trailing towards...Nevan? "Hello, your grandson is in quite the mood today. Madam Umbridge is dogging his steps as he tries to foster positive inter-house relationships. He will also need to feed today, I suggest the third floor west hall broom closet." Then she skipped up to her seat to await the start of class.

Dante stared at the little blonde girl and got an innocent looking smile in return. Shaking his head, he chuckled before returning to his work. Luna skipped up a few minutes later with the theory work, he started to mark it once he was finished with his previous paperwork, he could sort the test out later after all. She had no mistakes in her work, which would please Kyrie by the time she could start teaching Luna in depth. Luna started to read the information packet Pomfrey had put together for him to work with, practicing wand movements and muttering the incantations to ensure she had it down. His ears picked up mispronunciations easily, and he'd gently say the corrections, which she would repeat a few times before moving to the next spell. His eyes caught a flash of red storming past, red hair loose and tangled. Uniform astray and not even an outer robe on. What in the world had gotten Ginerva Weasley so worked up? "Ginny?" Luna questioned, concerned.

"Ronald! Insufferable prick told me to work harder in drawing Harry away from 'the dark wizard running our defense class'. Harry doesn't even glance at me anymore! It's like I don't exist! Yet here Hermione comes up and drags me from the bathroom before I can even finish brushing my hair out, telling me to talk to Harry and get him to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend. Then to the great hall! Where Harry gave me such a confused and disgusted look then left! Oh Luna, what do I even do anymore?" The youngest Weasley whispered, voice low enough a human at his distance wouldn't catch it.

But he wasn't human. And he wasn't giving her a break, she'd be even more of a laughing stock if she didn't hurry off to a bathroom and clean up. "Miss Weasley, there is still half an hour until classes start. I suggest going to clean up, Severus won't be nearly as forgiving about your appearance after Defense today." He told her blankly, the red haired girl turned a red tone in the face and ran out.

Had she not realized he was at his desk? They'd need another lesson in awareness of their surroundings it seems...

After being stood up by Hermione the previous day, he tried to hunt her down at breakfast, nowhere in sight. She was usually an early riser, where was she? Her schedule was rather strict when it came to meals, always at the table by 7:30, yet it was almost 8:00 and she hadn't shown up yet. Then she'd shown up with Ginny, who looked like a total mess, then had the gall to give him a flirty look while she appeared the way she did. Her energy was just so...weak and...rather tasteless. She had more than enough sex already in September alone for him to go looking for a food source, and while Cormac Dean Thomas' energy was like a rich cream, hers was like stale water. He couldn't understand how he could taste the energy, he wasn't even actually physically eating it. Nevan had tried to explain it to him, but even she didn't know. It wasn't that all girls' energy tasted stale, in fact, Susan Bones in her one tryst with Neville a week before had energy that tasted of chocolate, and Neville's had an earthy bitterness to it. It had been an interesting meal, and it wasn't very filling, if only because the two hadn't gone very far.

Much to his mortification, he would just know if a couple had gone all the way or not, different amounts of energy were produced the more pleasure someone felt.

He shook his head before his face could go red just thinking at the implications. But he was very hungry, so hungry, and he knew he'd have to feed within the next few days. It became more and more tempting to throw morals to the wind and just find someone to lose his virginity to. Have a full meal. But he rather wait until he was 17, 16 if he really couldn't hold off. The great hall ceiling showed the pouring rain falling outside, it wasn't storming per say, just a steady downfall that had created a fresh earthy smell in the air. The fresh smell that only rain can bring. The pink toad wasn't at the table, meaning she was stalking the halls. Just great. He pulled out a small compact mirror and made sure no food was stuck in his teeth, that his hair was presentable and his tie straight and tied correctly. The bitch almost gave him detention on his way back to the tower the day before because he hadn't done his tie up properly after practice.

Detention would throw his whole plan off. So no. He was avoiding it at all costs. He also found it more beneficial to keep his mouth shut, otherwise he'd be called a liar left and right by scared idiots in denial. A great way to start off a month, especially when club activities were now picking up. Which included quidditch. He had asked McGonagall what the process for starting clubs was, he had answered a lot of questions from her, but got her approval to submit two ideas to the Headmaster. A yearbook club/student council, which would help organize club activities, the yearbook and help organize school events like Halloween and Yule. The other one was a Tutoring club, an abandoned classroom on the first floor on the far side was large enough to turn into a study/practice area. It would be run alongside student council, and would be staffed by student tutors recommended by teachers for all subjects. He was sure Hermione would love to join these two student clubs. He just had to get the forms in by the end of the week, he'd tell his friend later.

When he had a chance to talk to her. He found himself eating more than he usually did, he really must be hungry, and not on the human side. Maybe he'd pass a couple kissing and get a snack in between classes. He thinks he'll need it. He left for Herbology early, he obviously wouldn't be speaking to Hermione that morning, and he had time so he just enjoyed the cool fresh air sneaking through the halls from open windows in classrooms. Then he heard the telltale sound of Umbridge stalking down the hall he was about to turn into, so he checked himself one last time and took up a brisk but not running pace, careful not to hug the wall so as to avoid 'accidentally' running into her. She stopped as he turned the corner. "Mr Potter, what are you doing down this hallway?" She asked, suspicion clear.

"I have herbology first today, Madam Umbridge, and decided I wanted to be early today while the rain has lightened up." He lied, she gave him a searching look, scoffed, and huffed on down the hall in the direction she was going.

Harry turned tail and ran once she was out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind. And oh did she make his blood boil and instincts hiss, dark magic...she reeked of it. And for some reason she smelt of blood, but not her own blood. Hers smelt like dead flesh...he'd made the mistake of running into her while she was on her monthly cycle. Usually the periods of girls didn't bother him, Umbridge had to be close to menopause or barren because...ugh. No, the blood she smelt of was sweet, full of vitality and youth. It was the blood of a kid. Did she come into contact with a bleeding kid recently, or was she the one causing the harm? He'd asked Tony to look into it, him trying to do anything would just lead to him getting into unnecessary trouble.

But he also couldn't let it slide...hmm...he really needed to talk to Hermione. Bounce some ideas off of her. Hermione took a spot away from him, with Ron, so he paired with Neville for the day. Had he angered her with his words after defense the day before? He wasn't sorry about what he said if that was what she was after, maybe she just wanted to speak to Ron? He tried to focus on the lesson, because they were reviewing Devil's Snare before they moved on to cuttings and replanting the damn infernal plant, so he needed to listen. But he was also ready to burn the damn plants at a moments notice. He kept his ears open as eyes trailed the vines brushing past the clothes of students, barely catching a hold with the tips of their vines before students shifted away. One student had to shift quickly before one managed to wrap around her ankle. This school really needed to do a better job at keeping students safe. Seriously.

He managed to get through class with only singeing a plant that tried to wrap around Neville's throat when he turned to see what caused a loud bang. Sprout hadn't been too happy with him, but also understood that Devil's Snare and throats didn't go together. He ushered everyone out, not willing to stay near the damn weed much longer. His instincts hissed at him that he could have eaten the plant, and didn't that sound tasty. Come get your Devils Snare salad! now with caesar salad dressing! He chuckled under his breath, brushing past lingering classmates to hurry along and catch up with Hermione before Care of Magical Creatures. Said bushy haired witch turned a glare on him. "Yeesh, Ron do something? Or was this because of what I said yesterday? You stood me up for our study session Mione. Studying. Your favourite." He teased, grin on his face.

He did not expect to be slapped. Nope. But the burning evidence on his right cheek was there. A hand hesitantly prodded at his probably vivid red cheek, it was healing rather quickly despite the harsh slap, but he knew he'd be even hungrier. "Nine levels of Hell! What did I do to deserve that!?" He snapped, rubbing his cheek as if it smarted.

She scowled. "You being different! You've changed so much in such a little amount of time it's like I don't know you anymore!" She snapped back.

"Hermione! This is for the better! As I said yesterday, we aren't kids anymore! Our actions have consequences, as does our lack of action! School isn't safe, we know that better than anyone. And as Halloween approaches I get more and more antsy. What will happen this year? A death? Another death trap tournament? Troll in the hallways? Possessed teacher? Basilisk getting loose? Fire takes London once more? No, I refuse to be that naive child of the past any longer! At my core I haven't changed at all, I've just grown up and seen I never have and never will have a chance to just be a kid! I've seen cruelty! I've seen death! What innocence is left? How can I remain lazy and ignorant, knowing Voldemort and his Death Eaters are out there!? I thought you'd be happy for me, finding my niche and growing into a person I can say I can be proud to be, healthy and doing what I can to stay alive? Turns out you're just like Ronald! jealous and petty!" He yelled, Hermione went pale and he realized what he'd just said.

He wasn't apologizing. She was jealous. She was being petty. Selfish. He was being selfish to...it was rare he made a decision to save himself and here it was. Hermione always berated him for jumping headfirst into danger with no sense of self preservation, now she disapproved of him having that very sense and preparing himself for the war to come? No, his fury was well deserved. He felt stares burning into them as his blazing emerald eyes held Hermione's browns. When did those warm browns become so cold to him? Why hadn't he seen this change occurring?

He turned sharply and started for Hagrid's Hut, he had a class to get to. Hermione...he could deal with their argument later. As it turns out, Grubbly-Plank was an okay stand in for Hagrid. The one upside was that she didn't force potentially deadly animals on them with no warning. Then again, Tony had made sure they studied their creatures very well. Very well. And that included a creature scavenger hunt of sorts through Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them, and the Monster Book of Monsters. Oh, and the Modern Compendium, but mostly the other three. That had been a long and tedious assignment full of fill in charts, fill in the blanks and note taking. Their lesson that day was on common household pets, today's was on Kneazles. Kittens to be exact. He looked at the little black kneazle kitten in his lap and pet it. The soft hairs and the purring as the little creature nuzzled into his hand and chest providing rather good anger therapy. Would Hedwig mind if he adopted a kneazle? He'd have to ask her. He loved Hedwig, but owls weren't allowed in the dorms sadly. She'd forever be his familiar, but he'd really enjoy a pet to.

He listened to their instructions, getting the appropriate food and feeding the little kitten. The kitten in his arms had grey-blue eyes, and really, really purred. He didn't want to leave the cute soft cuddly creature. The substitute professor came up to him, he guessed he hadn't realized class was over. He had a free period, he wanted to stay. But he also had homework, and he couldn't keep the little creature. "Take him, the Professors won't mind. Besides, little fella likes ya a lot." The old woman told him, he gave her a winning smile, thanking her and taking a catalog to owl order cat food, then started thinking of a name for the tiny creature while he headed back up to the castle.

Male kneazle, blue-grey eyes, black coat. As if sensing his need for her, Hedwig came swooping in to land on his shoulder, balancing carefully so as to not dig her talons into him. He smiled at his faithful companion. "What do you think Hedwig?" He asked her, gesturing to the now sleeping kitten.

Must be warm tucked into his robe the way he was. Hedwig gave a bark. "You agree? Lovely. Names. Names now. Hmm, Edgar? No. Hodge? No no. No I totally agree. Hmm...Blackwell? Ash? Now you're just being picky. How about Poe, like the poet?" Chirps of agreement.

"Poe it is! Now, I'm going to get this little bundle inside, our day is still set for Sunday I promise, I'll spend the whole morning with you in the owlry or in the yard if you prefer. It's supposed to be sunny on Sunday, isn't that a bit of good fortune? See you later Hed."

He knew, to anyone else, he probably sounded insane speaking to his owl. He really didn't care. Hedwig took off, graceful as always, barely a flutter made by her wings. He smiled, watching the beautiful snowy head back to her perch in the owlry before turning back to the front doors and heading inside. He stowed away up to the Gryffindor Common Room, thankful that he had until one in the afternoon to get things done, and it was still only 11:30. It wasn't a ton of time, but it was more than enough to get comfortable on his bed with a cup of hot chocolate and set up that owl order for things he'd need to care for Poe. He had a bit of work to get done, then he needed to fill out those club formation forms and get them into his head of house preferably by the end of the day. With Poe snoozing away beside him, he set an alarm and buckled down to get his work done.

Surprisingly, he finished with time to spare. About twenty minutes before he needed to grab lunch and head to the DADA room to meet with Tony and the rest about the plans going forward for their group this month. So, he spent those twenty minutes calling Hedwig to deliver his order to the shop in Diagon. Poor Hedwig, at least she quite enjoyed long flights, and she wouldn't have to carry back all the heavy orders. Then he entertained the now awake kitten with a few little games. He had History next, then DADA. Tony wouldn't mind his little friend tagging along would he? It was a theory day, and Poe was well behaved so far. Binns certainly wouldn't care, the old ghost never noticed what students did in his class, let alone pets. Maybe he should have saved some work for this class...well, he did ask a bunch of older students what he actually needed to know for History, and had gotten the actual curriculum list from McGonagall, so he could self study this class and double check his other work. Maybe get ahead in DADA work to. Which meant he'd have time to play with Poe.

He though quickly, then took a dried out pen and transfigured it into one of those feather tail cat toys he'd seen last time he was in the pet store getting food for Hedwig personally. He also asked a seventh year who liked to knit if he could have a ball of yard for his little kitten. It was just a cheap ball she used over and over to practice stitches, and was rather worn. Perfect for kitten claws to tear at. The older Gryffindor had been more than happy when she saw the adorable kitten that was Poe. And just to add on to his improving mood, he did in fact pass a closet on the third floor as he took a long way around to get a secret passage which cut travel time in half, which had a couple not wasting any time. He felt rather full after sucking some energy off of them as he passed, he was sure those two would be rather tired after their tryst but so be it.

He practically skipped into the hall and grabbed a light lunch. Luna gave him a knowing look and he just grinned at her before giving McGonagall his forms and leaving the hall. Ready for tort- history.

Dante cursed whatever he did to deserve staff meetings. Was it the strip clubs he'd gone into underage? His alcoholism, which he'd kicked spectacularly since Fortuna. Oh, what about all the killing? Yeah, probably. Or maybe it was because he was a half-devil teaching at a magic school in Scotland. Everything about that sentence was just wrong and the universe knew it to. What a cosmic joke. "Ah, Anthony, your record book here is very well kept. I am ashamed to say I had not expected such detailed academic reports for your class..." McGonagall trailed off while looking over the report for her lions.

Severus on the other hand, smirked. "Anthony, Miss Parkinson's mark is rather low. Care to explain? Mister Crabbe and Mister Goyle as well." The dour man asked, already knowing the answer.

"Their written work and practical work is atrocious. Half the time their sentences aren't even finished, their diagrams are labelled wrong, and they have given me false answers born from misinformation and lack of research. Thus, their grades reflect their lack of effort. Moving on?" He responded.

"Is the same for Mister Weasley?" Minerva asked, looking at the rather atrocious grade.

"When he bothers to hand in his work, if he does, it is worse that Goyle's. Which is saying something. And his physical efforts in the exercise portion of my class are severely lacking. Right alongside Parkinson." He huffed, the kid was failing most of his classes, was she actually surprised?

Get him out of here. He wants to sleep. Now. And screw it, he was definitely going to enjoy that sweet wine Nero sent him from Italy that he thought he'd enjoy. Kid knew his alcohol at least. "And you offer no help to Mister Weasley to improve his marks?" McGonagall asked.

"Did you not just hear me? He doesn't turn anything in. I can't mark and give tips if I can't even assess what he knows. What I do know, is that he is lazy and a waste of time at this point. End of discussion." He sighed.

"No workshops or extra hours? Mister Weasley told me that Mister Potter often vanishes off to your classroom." McGonagall pushes.

"Those are the students who are far ahead of curriculum. Thus, I give them advanced work and further training tips because they want to take their fitness level further than what the class is currently at right now. They come to me. I give me time because they want to improve. So far Weasley hasn't given me more than a dirty look. Therefore no extra help shall be extended." Dante lied.

"Moving on then. Mister Potter has put in two club requests. A Student Council and a Yearbook Club. He also requested the old large classroom on the first floor be turned into a Inter-House Peer Tutoring Common Room. Please take a look at the rather well detailed forms he submitted to me." McGonagall huffed, handing Dumbledore a set of forms.

Dumbledore spent a few minutes reading them. "These do not seem like productive hours of student time." The old man brushed off.

Dante summoned the sheets to take a look before the old man could discard them. He read over them while avoiding McGonagall's grabbing hands. He started reading off the sheets, grin on his face as the other teachers listened. As he ended, he gave the old man a deadpan look. "Hmm, yes. Very much a, what was it that you said? A waste of time. As far as I can tell these are productive and rather useful clubs. Perhaps Mister Weasley will take advantage of the peer tutoring? It's free." Dante laughed.

McGonagall glowered. "I for one, would very much rather Mister Creevey put his camera to better use than random pictures." Bathsheda sniffed.

"And getting some good memories from student run activities we won't need to do more than approve? Even better." Septima agreed.

Dumbledore frowned. "They are at this institution to learn, not have fun." Umbridge cut in.

Dante raised an eyebrow. "Student Council teaches students organizational skills, interpersonal communications skills, filing, budgeting, and scheduling. All important skills for desk jobs no? Yearbook also has the same skills and where is a lack of learning in a peer study space?" He argued, taking his seat again.

"Then you can be the teacher supervisor for these clubs and the room, Anthony." Dumbledore tried to get him to say no.

"Fine by me. I'll work a schedule around." He waved off nonchalantly.

"I will also help supervise Student Council and the tutoring room." Filius put in.

Other teachers started to agree they'd take shifts in the room to offer extra hours teacher help and advanced lectures. Even Snape. "I do so love a well done yearbook, I'll help out with that club." Charity pitched in.

Dumbledore signed. "Anthony, I'm assigning you to be main teacher advisor to these spaces. You will organize a club room in a spare classroom somewhere and will post notices in the common rooms. Is there any other matters to discuss?" Dumbledore asked quickly, moving on.

Dante grinned. He'd leave the peer room to Hadrian, but the other two? There were two unused classrooms near his room, both would do just well for club rooms. He'd make plaques and assign roles. They were dismissed, he took his papers and reports and left the room. Relieved to be out of there. Dumbledore came out a few minutes later with the required approval paperwork and Dante made sure they were done correctly before heading off to the third floor. He found the two rooms he was looking for and entered the first one. The two rooms were open plan, with an archway acting as a doorway of sorts between them. A ledge and such on both sides with open wall design signified two different spaces. He called a few house elves and started detailing what needed to be done using existing furniture in the castle. The rooms quickly became clean, both got long rectangular tables put in with chairs and shelves. Yearbook got racks to hang pictures and filing cabinets. There would be a lot of work but it would surely be worth it. This could be an income for the school to, a small fee to pay off the amount of books made, and some profit for the school. They'd put out an interest survey to see how many needed to be ordered. Late orders would cost extra.

He put the plaques on the door and made note to start off his next classes by advertising the club. He spent fifteen minutes making the notices for the boards. Hadrian already had a spot in both since he was the one who suggested the club in the first place, President of both. He chuckled, sending House Elves with everything. There was still a few hours until curfew, so he went to gather Hadrian, who would be rather pleased to know his requests were approved so quickly. Dinner was already underway, so perhaps that should be his first stop then. The hall noise level went down a bit as he entered and handed the green eyed half-Incubus a stack of papers and continued on without another word to the head table.

He also snuck some wine into his glass, because he seriously needed it after his day.

Harry grinned, seeing exactly what the contents of the papers Tony had given him were. He turned to excitedly tell Hermione, but she wasn't sitting beside him. He remembered their earlier argument and scowled. Hmm, he'd tell the Slytherins then. Daphne would make a great Vice President and Luna could run the Historian part alongside a school newsletter to let everyone know about upcoming activities. Hermione would make an excellent Secretary, if she joined. He guesses that the traditional election for student council president wouldn't be happening. What about Treasurer and Committee? Hmm, he gazed around. He guesses he'll just have to ask around and ask teachers about who would best fit those roles. But he definitely wanted Daphne as his Vice President. She had a cool head and rational mind, and could easily give orders and organize people if he was absent. As for yearbook, that could be filled by pretty much anyone. So long as they adhered to guidelines and a schedule. Oh, and a budget. They'd need a budget to. Artsy students, a photographer. Colin and Dean would be great for Yearbook.

Luna to, if she wanted. She could say no to the Historian position after all. He wished magical people took advantage of Japan's discoveries with technology and magic, and internet. They could run an online newspaper and school website with a special password needed to get into it. Hmm, maybe that could be a project for the student council. Yes, it could be. They could run a school vote on it through the common rooms. There was a note saying that the notices would already have been posted up, he wrote notes for the classmates he had in mind for certain roles and gave them to them all before leaving the hall to meet at the old room. He and Tony would set that up tonight to start up as soon as possible.

Snack table, with beverages, two fireplaces, couches, tables, shelves with a design aspect but also a selection of repeat books from the library, and chairs. By the three bay windows looking out on the courtyard, tables built into the cushioned seats, enough space for some snacks and books. Cozy nooks with some privacy indeed. He'd like sitting there with Hermione or Luna, Neville or the twins (they could always drag a chair over) to sit and do some work while socializing somewhere other than the hall or the common room. They couldn't socialize and study in the library, that's for certain. He returned to the dorm just before curfew, quickly going through his night routine then sliding into bed. Poe woke, curled up into his chest and went right back to sleep. He closed the drapes of his bed with a flick of his hand and settled in for the night himself.