P.I.S.S.-O.F.F.

ISDH

CH 1

Sept 1, 1994

Platform 9 ¾

Tiredly, Harry drug his trunk into the compartment, he and his friends would be claiming. Hermione was right behind him. As he leveraged both trunks into the overhead racks, Hers heavier then his due to the fact she included all of her books, she curled up by the window, pulling a book from her robe pocket.

Harry just snorted, as he toed the wicker basket/travel cage under her bench and flopped on the other bench across from her, leaning up against the window. He did not sleep very well since getting back from the World Cup. His dreams kept replaying the Riots and the Murder of the man, the hissing commands to the 'Faithful Servant' and the spit insults to Wormtail.

Ron plowed in, slung his Trunk into the opposing rack, the one above Harry, before Plowing out into the swirling mass of students. He was on a Mission to Hunt Down the new Quidditch Captain, and get a toe in for this Year's Starting Keeper. He did not even close the door.

"Do you mind If join you?" a dreamy voice asked from the open door.

Harry cracked an eye, "Please, and close the door behind you." He levered himself to his fet to place her trunk in the overhead racks, before flopping down against the window, intending to nap…

The blonde sat on the other end of his bench, watching him with her silver protruding eyes. "Harry Potter. My name is Luna Lovegood. What would you say if I could get you away from your Relatives… permanently?"

His left eye crack open, "Three questions come to mind. How? Why? And at what cost?"

"How is tricky, but doable. We should have the basics written out by the time we get to School." the blonde licked her lips, "Why is more personal, as the Cost, and yes there will be a cost, just not money." She glanced at Hermione, before refocusing on Harry. "What do you know about what is coming to Hogwarts this year?"

"Huh?"

"Good. Table please." Harry quickly set up the folding table. "What do you know about true Divination?"

"You mean the class that Hogwarts teaches?" the wizard hissed.

"No. Sybel teaches the 'Art of Divination', something for rich housewives to play at while drinking tea. The Magic of Divination can not be taught, only guided. In the coming months there will a series of tests to show of the prowess of the Schools of Magic Europe. Dumstrum, Beauxbatons, and ,of course, Hogwarts." the blonde pulled a thick book from her book-bag. "These are the rules, bylaws, and statutes of the Tri-wizard games. Named tri-wizard because only three schools have ever put forth a champion." Here the blond swallowed, licked her lips, before pressing home her 'dagger' "There are loopholes if you know where to look. This year, certain addendums were added to ease the Tournament in place. One, only those of Age can be chosen. Two, each School's Headmaster will sit on the Judges panel, granted blanket amnesty for the duration of the tournament, and Three…" Here Luna lost steam, looking at her feet.

"Luna?" Harry prompted.

"The Rules very firmly state that, and I quote, 'One Champion per School' end quote." she looked up at Hary, "I have had visions of you being chosen. Due to the fragmentation nature of Seeing forward, I can only see the Choosing, and You are chosen as the FOURTH champion."

Harry blinked.

And blinked.

"If Harry is chosen as a Fourth, do you know who the other three are?" Hermione made herself known.

"No" the blond turned to face her, "they keep changing. I can make a guess, but only when the other schools arrive the day before the choosing… October 30th."

"Shite!" Harry dropped his head to the table. "I never can catch break."

The train whistled, and the stragglers scrambled aboard. The Engine leaned into to its harness, as the train shuddered, before it began to move. The door to the cabin was torn open, as Ron stormed in.

"Talked to each of the Chasers" he slammed the door shut behind him, as he flopped into the closest empty seat, "They have no idea about who is captain this year." then his eyes landed on the Blonde, "Who invited Loony?"

"I did." Harry was soft spoken. "Ron, I need to see the twins." Ron opened his mouth to complain, "I would go, but considering that it about a prank I will be pulling, I would rather keep the fact I am looking for them hush. Tell them Son of Prongs would like a word."

Ron frowned.

"Chocolate frogs." Harry closed his eyes, knowing Ron was hooked.

"What?" Ron asked.

"You were about to ask what was in it for you…" one green eye opened.

Ron bolted from the cabin.

Five minutes of silence later three redheads reappeared at the door. Harry flipped a gold coin from his pocket to the youngest. "Go share your good luck Dean and Seamus. We would not want to ruin your chances getting the Keeper position." Ron nodded and headed out. The door closing behind him.

"We were told that…"

"... the 'Son of Prongs'..."

"...wanted a word" the twins choursed.

"I do." Harry looked at the twins, grinning. "And with your help, I should be able to get Padfoot and Moony back to Hogwarts this year. Last year was no fun, one trapped as a teacher full time and the other locked outside."

Their eyes popped, "Lupin?" they choursed, "what do you need?"

All eyes turned to Luna. the blonde witch was doodling on a scrap of parchment.

Potter Institute of Spells and Sorcery

Occultism, Familiars, and Foci

"I am seeing white robes with the words PISS OFF around the image of a snowy owl sitting on a crystal ball." her voice had a sleepy tone, "Gold silk trim for the Headmaster… scarlet for the Professor."

"Okay." Hermione was scratching her own notes, "Professor Lupin showed a proficiency with mending and tailoring charms, so we just need to get the height and shoulders, when ordering the new robes… thinking three of each. We will want them by the 15th…" her voice drifted off as she thought out the logistics.

"Rules state, hosting school will house those that did not bring Housing with them." Luna spoke clearly, "So as a Fourth school, you would have your own rooms away from the Tower, but your friends can visit."

"Fourth School?" the twins asked as one.

"Spoilers." the blond grinned the sixth year boys. "On halloween night, you will need to have your paperwork ready. Including, withdrawing from Hogwarts for the rest of the year, transfer to your new school, of course, recognition of adult status." She pulled a folder from her book-bag.

"So, how does this get me away from the Dursleys?"

"As an adult, you will have full access to the Potter estate, no longer have to listen to the Headmaster when not in his school, and if everything goes as you are hoping, Stubby Boardman will be free of the Rottfang Conspiracy."

Harry pulled back, frowning, before his lower mind connected the dots. "Rotfang Conspiracy?" he snorted, "Hermione, do you remember the Rottfang Conspiracy?"

"You know of the Rottfang?" Luna hissed.

"What we know as the Rottfang Conspiracy, was an ad campaign by the Dental Health Association about eating too much candy." Hermione smiled at the blonde, "My Father was the Daddy Vampire, worrying about his little princess losing her fangs."

"So… It is not about Fudge, the Minister?"

"Not in the Muggle realm." Harry was straight faced, "But when talking about Politics in the open, and negatively about those in power, it is smart to use misleading terms and names. As you inferred, SB is entangled with issues that Fudge has ignored or made worse either for Power or Gold."

"SB?" Fred murmured to his twin.

"Black… but why would little Harry…"

"Black is my sworn Godfather." Harry leaned back on the window. "He was my Father's Brother in all but Blood." He glanced at Hermione as she sucked on her Quill. "He never betrayed us, the Grim is too strong in him."

"Grim?" Luna asked as the twins choursed their question.

"If not Him...who?"

"Wormtail." Hermione hissed.

"Who…" the question voiced, died on the tongues of the three who did not know.

"Marauder's Oath." Harry glared at the twins, before looking at Luna. "None of this is spread beyond those of us here." He received nods from everyone. "I do not know the whole story yet, but about their fourth year they came together, and to help Moony, they became like McGonagall, Prongs a stag, a Hart. Padfoot a Dog, a Grim, and Wormtail, a Rat." Harry leaned forward, "Padfoot and Prongs touched a bit deep, and found not just their animal, but their True Self. Wormtail was just able to get his other form, and so he is just a Rat."

Harry swallowed, "During the last War, When Dad and Mom were hiding from Riddle, They used an obscure charm that hid the Location of Us Potters in the soul of a Keeper. Everyone thinks that Black, my Father's Brother, his best friend, was the Keeper, but they chose Wormtail instead, a poor excuse for a Wizard, as their Keeper. Wormtail was the one who brought Riddle to our Door." His eyes flashed. "Black knew something was off, and chased him to ground. But between his rage, and knowing how weak Wormtail was, he overlooked something."

Hermione took up the story, "You know how the story says that Black blew up the street, killing all those muggles and that wizard?" at the nods from everyone, "Wormtail was the one to blow up the street, before cutting off his finger, and turning tail as a rat into the sewers."

"So who was Wormtail…" Fred.

"What was Black after while at Hogwarts?" George.

"Is the Rat still at on the Run." Luna, her silver eyes dull as she focused on the facts.

"Wormtail hid with a Wizarding family these last twelve years. Fred and George know Wormtail by another name." Harry grinned at the twins, "Scabbers." The shock on the faces of the Redheads was enough to cause Hermione to snort. "That is why Black was in our Dorm. Why Everyone thought that He was coming to kill me. That is why Ron kept losing his rat."

"He never said he was sorry to me or Crooks." The Muggleborn huffed.

"That is Why we Want Padfoot and Moony to return, why we dismissed Ron from this Adventure." Harry sighed. "Ron needs must think that I am keeping him at arm's length so as to not ruin his chances of being Keeper.