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Chapter 9

James found himself resisting an urge to laugh as Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, reamed into him for his son surfing on the Black Lake before breakfast with Neville and the Weasely Twins.

Shooting a glare of irritation, mixed with a slight hint of amusement, the older woman couldn't help but smile herself.

"He certainly takes after you Mr. Potter." Minerva said with a kind smile. "Albus actually had to add a new rule to not go out on the black lake. Because the minute your son and the others came off of it. They were approached by several other students interested in trying it."

Smiling even more so, the smile disappears a moment later though as she looks at him with disappointment in her eyes. "So why is it, the one person who should have disciplined besides me this morning, simply walk past his son without much of a glance? Why was it that those who brought him back are the ones who ground him and not the one who should have?"

Looking away at the woman now, James moves to leave. "Mr. Potter, you never abandoned your friend Mr. Lupin in his time of need and he was a werewolf. Yet you would abandon your only child...your only son to make him want to leave his own family that he needs desperately. I find myself ashamed of you..."

A slump at those words is evident in the stance of his body. Deep regret as he opens her office door to leave, Minerva pauses in mid shake as she hears faint words. Ones that she has only heard once in her lifetime before and that was when he himself was a student here...

"I'm ashamed of myself too..."

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Gryffindor tower, same time...

Thanks to stories told by his Godfather, Harry had almost hoped his biological father would be there in the morning to catch him in the act. He had wanted him to see, that he to could have fun as James Potter did when he was a Marauder. He was sure that James would have been proud of him... Archeron despite having to discilpine him certainly was.

Tory was still giggling, as she had to explain surfing several times. At the moment, she to was offered a job and helped to teach Muggle Studdies with Professor Burbage.

So when James continued walking past him...and saying nothing. Neville as well as the Weasely twins offered comfort and they gave him looks of pity. And considering that in the short time he has know Fred and George...

For them to express that much takes an awful lot, considering the twins were two of the happiest guys ever born.

They had taken him back at the moment and rushed past their head of house with anger in their steps. Their head of house having seen what had happened, she was sad. "Mr. Potter, Mr, Longbottom, and Mssrs. Weasely... Five points each from Gryffindor for this."

"Yes Professor..." the four youths reply in unison. The sadness in the green eyes of one of her newest Gryffindors is what saved them. "And ten points apiece for you Mr. Longbottom and Mssrs Weasely. For being a friend..."

Throwing one last look of disgust at the other Potter, three of the four drag their friend back and into the tower as their boards float behind them.

Once returned, they wisely said nothing, but instead spoke of classes and various teachers. Ron now awake and having missed all the fun was petulant about things at first. But considering Harry and Neville were in his year, and not his elder brothers. It was deemed that his classes would be identical to theirs.

So now, two dark haired teenagers alongside a red head, find themselves on route to breakfast and then their first class.

Well first for two of them at least...

Potions with someone named Professor Snape...

Having been warned thoroughly about the older man's prejudices against their house, by not only Ron but at leas thirty others in Gryffindor, not to mention Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Both Harry and Neville were prepared.

Taking their seats together, their new cauldrons in front of them, they wait and bide their time. Ron behind them and partnered with Hermione, the four chat amongst themselves as others in their class begin to arrive.

Unfortunately it was with the Slytherins...

Ron was growling in hatred loud enough, that both Harry and Neville became alert. A platinum blonde youth was approaching them surrounded by two larger students, whom Katra would have called little lapdogs had she seen them. With the way they seemed to bow to the skinny blonde between them.

Her disgust of any man that could not stand alone was legendary. And it wasn't because she was a handmaiden to Artemis either. She just hated weakness...

"Well if it isn't the Weasel and his mudblood friends." The blonde sneered.

"Stow it Malfoy!"

Ignoring the irate redhead, he looks at both Gryffindors with a cold exterior. "Potter, Longbottom, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, and these two are Crabbe and Goyle, we can help you hang with the right people..."

Harry sighed and looked at Neville, who was already irritated by the blonde's presence. "My turn or yours..."

"Don't remember...Rock, Paper, Scissors?" The brown haired youth questioned as he replied.

Nodding his head, Harry turns to his friend and starts making the movements. Three minutes later, Harry grinned, and turned to Malfoy and the other fourth years who surrounded them with a puzzled expression.

"Tell me do you like to fly?"

Nodding his head, Draco was confused as Harry reaches back and clenches his fist. Moments later Malfoy is flying out of the room, and into the arms of the Professor. The older man caught off guard by the force of the blonde being thrust against him. Snape is knocked to the ground, giving Harry and Neville both enough time to cloud the memories of the rest of their class.

Save their newfound friends...

Hermione clucking in disapproval, she still could not help but crack a smile. To save a griffon last year, she herself had done the exact same thing to the blonde in anger. Ron was just smirking, because Harry as well as Neville was telling him and 'Mione to pretend nothing had happened.

So when Draco came to a few minutes later thanks to an enervate spell, Snape as well as a now curious Dumbledore came through. Two wanting punishment and or revenge... The other, already knowing what had happened, as he had felt the magic shifting in Hogwarts was simply preparing for the entertainment he was about to receive.

"Dumbledore, I want Potter out of here now!"

Of course, Harry acted innocent when questioned on how Malfoy got the black eye. His green eyes wide and expressive like that of a little boy, combined with witnesses of both Gryffindor and Slytherin, who claim that Harry was in his seat all along.

Needless to say, Snape and Malfoy both were not pleased. And Dumbledore was quite curious. He had always wanted to see if his potions master could turn a particular shade of red, which he has heard about, from many students who had succeeded in angering him.

He wasn't disappointed, as he chuckled in amusement.

Still his eyes drifted once more to both Harry and Neville.

For the two teenagers to cast this high a level of mind magic, Savitar had indeed taught them much.

And he shall have a power the Dark Lord knows not...

"Savitar, my dear old friend... What else did you teach Harry and Neville to do these past nine years?" He mused as he left, he could hear the whispers of the Gryffindoes asking how Harry had done all that he did. Not to mention the protests as punishments of a loss of points was handed out.

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Elsewhere in Scotland

"CRUCIO!"

Pettigrew also known as Wormtail screamed in agony, while others watched. Some with pity, but most with cool and calm indifference; after all it was not them who failed the master in Diagon Alley. The wizard and former Gryffindor has suffered this spell many times over the last couple of days as their Lord raged...

Word of what had happened had spread rapidly through out the Wizarding world. How the dementors, were not only stopped, but destroyed by identical patronus. The fact that the patronus were identical was odd, but not important. What was important as Voldemort released the spell, to allow the rat to scurry away, was that these particular ones had laughed, giggled and used magic.

Which should not be possible...

That was the least of their problems though. Because something else had been reported, by not just one, but several of their own children...

The Potter and Longbottom boys have returned. All the death eaters know that it was Potter that had defeated their lord nine years ago. But because of circumstances surrounding the fact that many, thought that the boys were dead...

It was never fully announced,

"How could they have returned without us knowing!" Voldemort raged as he glared at each of his loyal inner circle.

"Master..." Bellatrix Lestrange said quietly as she approached. The glint in her eyes is one of inescapable insanity; her recent stay in Azkaban had simply increased not just her loyalty to him. But her thirst for destruction...

"What is it Bella?"

"Master, let me go find out? Please..." The black haired woman pouted in a childlike fashion. The madness in her eyes growing steadily, Voldemort grins as he nods his head, knowing he must channel her power into something useful.

Interrogation and torture of which she was surprisingly excellent in doing so. In fact he often believes that is usually the only time she as a whole is sane.

A gleeful cry of happiness erupting. The woman apperates as she heads for a known bar frequented by aurors, to trap her new toy. In the meantime, as Voldemort sits in his chair, he is approached by others who although afraid wish to know something.

"Master, what are we going to do about Potter?"

"We are going to do nothing." Voldemort replied. "We will do something about his son, and I have already set plans in motion. Dumbledore thinks that no one and I mean no one can get into Hogwarts." The dark wizard stated with an evil chuckle. "Wait till he realizes he is wrong..."

Grinning, the death eaters look at one another with foreboding. They have heard of the TriWizard tournament, through their children and various connections at the ministry. The fact that their Lord and Master had already placed his plans without them knowing was something to be afraid of...

Very afraid...

Because more them just the champions can die depending on the tasks...

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Two days later...

Harry grinned as he and Neville seated side by side alongside their new friends. They had recently started receiving letters and care packages from not just their family back on the island or Kalistosis, but from Dark Hunters all over the world.

Hedwig hooting happily as she and several other owls had to take many trips back and forth, the snowy bird had never been busier in her life. And she loved every minute of it. With the last of it delivered, she flew down as did the other birds expecting treats for their hard work.

Dumbledore watching smiles in amusement as three dishes emerge at the end of the table filled with owl treats of all sorts. Hooting with delight, the birds take to the air long enough to go down there and dig in. Water bowls emerging Archeron approaches with Tory who look things over. Simi bouncing over as well pulling her new friend Luna, the group of teenagers that also includes the Weasely boys as well as a few other classmates.

A bag of stones that gleamed, were immediately pounced upon by Simi, along with a case of her favorite barbecue sauce. Among other things, as the Dark Hunters had thought about the young Charonte while they shopped.

The hunters knowing of wizarding communites now had actually gone into the closest ones in their areas and gathered things that they felt the boys would like.

Battle Robes of the finest quality dragonhide in reds, blacks, and greens had been sent along with boots. Swords and other weapons as well as COMPUTERS!

Which made the boys whoop for joy. Some of the wizards hating to tell them that nothing electrical worked, were shocked as with a wave of their hands, the machines came on and visual messages from the men and women began to play.

All in all, it took Dumbledore summoning for House Elves to help the boys out to get them on to class.