(A/N): Okay, I know it's been a really long time since I've last updated my story. A lot of things have been going on in my life that leave me little to no time to work on this story. Relax, I'm not going to give up on it just yet. If I do, you will all be the first to know. You're reviews over the time span between this chapter and last chapter have helped me keep this thing alive. I might not have a lot of time to write in the future, but I will try. With that, I'll leave you to reading.

Harry woke up slightly later than normal the next morning. He was stirred out of his sleep by a streak of light shining through the curtains of his room. He turned over with a slight groan, wondering why he woke up so late. He then remembered the crazy night he had last night. He sighed as he remembered the trap that Malfoy had laid for him. He pulled the covers closer after deciding that he would stay in bed a little bit longer today. He was almost asleep once more when something heavy landed on his bed. He shot up like a bullet and was about to hex the thing that disturbed him into oblivion when he realized what it was.

"Hermione, Merlin's beard you scared the life out of me." Harry said as he lowered his wand.

"I'm just paying you back for waking me up that other time." Hermione said, as she lay sprawled over Harry's bed.

"I didn't jump on your bed," Harry rubbed his eyes to try and wake up.

"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said as she hoisted herself up into a sitting position at the edge of Harry's bed.

"I'm not mad Hermione. I was just a little preoccupied." He was about to throw the blanket off of him to get up and go shower when he remembered that he sleeps while wearing just a pair of boxers. "Um Hermione, do you mind leaving the room for a second?"

"Oh yes of course," Hermione said as she started to blush. "I'll meet you down in the common room?"

"I have a few things I need to do today. Gonna talk to Hagrid a bit." Harry said as he shook his head. "I'll meet up with everyone later today though."

"Okay, have a good day then." Hermione said with a smile.

Harry smiled back while he waited for Hermione to leave the room. Once the door closed behind Hermione, he threw the blanket off of him and headed for the shower. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he used the toilet and headed out of his room. He saw that everyone else had already left the common room. He looked towards an oak grandfather clock near the fireplace to see that it was a little after eleven. He realized that he missed breakfast and would have to catch a meal in an hour when lunch started.

Harry exited the common room and started to head for the grounds. He decided that he would need to talk to Hagrid about the dog in the third floor corridor, something that big must need to be watched or at least fed. How in the world could someone get a dog that big into a school with children without being seen? Why would someone put a dog as vicious as that one in a school full of children?

Harry was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize he was a few feet from Hagrid's hut. He stopped suddenly when his train of thought ended. He looked around slightly confused before shaking his head to organize his thoughts. He walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times. He smiled when he heard Fang's loud barking. He was caught unaware when the large boarhound jumped on him from his left. He tried desperately to stop Fang from licking him to death.

"Fang stop, get off of me!" Harry yelled while laughing.

"Come on now Fang, get off the poor lad." Hagrid called out as he came into view.

Fang stopped licking Harry immediately. He turned his head towards Hagrid before bounding off to his master. Fang slumped down onto the ground with his head on his paws, eyes drooping. Harry propped himself up on his hands and stared towards the dog. He was amazed that the dog could be so energetic one minute and so lethargic the next. He accepted Hagrid's outstretched hand as he was pulled up to his feet.

"Sorry 'bout that Harry." Hagrid said as he tried to dust Harry off.

Harry's knees almost buckled under Hagrid's ministrations. "Thanks Hagrid," He then saw a small bag that Hagrid was carrying. "What do you have there?"

"Just some food for a few creatures of mine," Hagrid said as he patted the sack.

"Oh really, what kinds of creatures do you have?" Harry asked. He knew that the magical world held many fantastic and unknown creatures. He never had time to learn too much about any of them though.

"Mostly ones for class," Hagrid said as he motioned for Harry to walk with him.

"You run a class?" Harry asked as he walked alongside Hagrid over towards a large paddock.

"No, not me, Professor Grubbly runs a Care of Magical Creatures class." Hagrid said with a slight twinkle in his eyes. "She's a good person Harry, knows so much about different creatures."

Harry listened intently as Hagrid started to tell him about the different types of creatures at Hogwarts. Harry was especially interested in a type of winged horse called a thestral. "You can only see them if you've seen death. "Tha's why so many people give them a bad rep. They think it's a curse if you can see em. Rubbish is what I say to tha'." Harry watched in awe as a jet-black horse with wings that looked like they would fit best on a bat walked up to the edge of the paddock.

"They're beautiful Hagrid," Harry said as he gently patted the horses head.

"That they are Harry. That they are." Hagrid said as he started to feed the thestrals.

"Hey Hagrid, what other animals are in or around Hogwarts?" Harry asked as they started to head back towards Hagrid's hut.

"Oh all kinds Harry, if you look in the forbidden forest," Hagrid said with enthusiasm.

"Know anything about large dogs with three heads?" Harry asked off-handedly.

"Well, I've got Fluffy in the…" Hagrid suddenly caught himself. "You shouldn't know about him Harry."

"I was just wondering if a Cerberus was real Hagrid," Harry played it off with an air of innocence. "I read about them in a Greek mythology book and wanted to know if they were real."

"Oh, well good," Hagrid stuttered. "Although Fluffy is a real Cerberus we don't have one in the castle."

Harry smiled at Hagrid's innocence. "Thanks Hagrid, it was nice talking to you."

"You too Harry, go on and get some lunch, it's about that time."

Harry walked the distance to Hogwarts deep in thought once more. Hagrid knew about the three-headed dog in the third floor corridor. He even called the thing Fluffy as if it was a house pet. Harry liked the big guy but some of the things that Hagrid liked were downright dangerous. He made a mental note to make sure never to get on Hagrid's bad side. He was suddenly brought out of his musings when he entered the Great Hall. He first caught sight of Malfoy glaring at him.

"Hey Harry, how was Hagrid's?" Hermione asked when he sat down next to her.

"Very informative," Harry responded as he placed a chicken leg on his plate.

"Why did you go to Hagrid's Harry?" Susan asked.

"I needed to ask him about a certain creature I saw last night, after curfew." Harry said as he looked around. When he saw that no one was listening in on the conversation, he continued. "Hermione and I saw a large Cerberus after we escaped Filch." He whispered this to the group so no one would overhear them.

"Why were you out after curfew?" Daphne asked as she set down her fork.

"And what do you mean by a Cerberus?" Tracey was now listening intently. "I work with magical creatures at home. A Cerberus shouldn't be anywhere near this school, they're a class two creature."

"What do you mean by class two?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Creatures are typically grouped into certain classes based on how dangerous they are." Tracey explained for the group. "Things like dragons, Cerberuses, and acromantulas are class two creatures. They are dangerous but normally can be avoided or taken down, given enough people."

"I'm almost afraid to ask what would be considered a class one creature." Harry said with an audible gulp.

"Dementors, sphinxes, lethifolds, creatures that kill easily with the slightest provocation, they are deemed class one creatures because they are nigh impossible to kill. Some of them are so strong that we have yet to find a way to kill it."

Harry's head was spinning. He had heard of some of those creatures while reading mythology books. Dragons, Cerberuses, sphinxes, all of these were well known mythical creatures. Dementors, lethifolds, and acromantulas were new to the boy. He had come face to face with a Cerberus, and was sure that he didn't want to face one without help. He wondered how much more powerful these class one creatures were.

"How far does the list go down?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Not too far actually. It goes from one to five." Tracey said quickly so ease the tension of the conversation. "Class five creatures are purely good creatures, they wouldn't hurt anyone. Class five creatures include unicorns, phoenixes, and ghosts."

"Wait, ghosts are considered a creature?" Harry asked as turned towards the girl.

"Unfortunately yes," Tracey said as she bowed her head low. "The ministry of magic deems anything that doesn't look like us as a creature."

"But ghosts look like us." Harry said defensively. "They were once humans."

"I know its cruel Harry, but that's how the majority of the purebloods think." Daphne said as she placed her hand on her friends shoulder.

Harry realized that he had basically yelled at his friend. "Tracey I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's just that some things in this world are extremely backwards."

"I know Harry." Tracey said as she looked back towards Harry. "I'm a half-blood. My father doesn't like this world any more than you do."

Harry was suddenly bombarded with memories of his aunt and uncle trying to stamp any thought of magic out of him. He lowered his head apologetically.

"Don't get me wrong Harry," Tracey said hurriedly. She saw that her statement had brought up some painful memories. "My father loves me very much. He just hates a lot of the purebloods."

"How about we get away from this downward spiraling conversation?" Harry asked as he looked around. When he received a nod from everyone, he got back to the reason why he had gone to Hagrid's hut, "Now, about that Cerberus. Hagrid told me that he owns Fluffy but was a tad annoyed that I knew about him."

"Hold on, it's called Fluffy?" Hermione asked disbelievingly. "That thing has a name?"

"Apparently it does." Harry said with a smile. "Now I know that Hagrid has a thing for dangerous animals, but I don't think that Fluffy is as dangerous as we think."

Hermione suddenly placed her hand on Harry's forehead. "Harry, are you feeling okay? I just thought I heard you say that a giant Cerberus isn't dangerous.

Harry laughed before replied to Hermione's question. "I'm fine Hermione, but I didn't mean that he's completely harmless. I just don't think he's wild or anything." Harry looked around again to make sure that they were still quiet enough. "I think Hagrid trained it as a sort of guard dog. A German shepherd is a nice dog. However, if trained by the police, it can be a very ruthless animal. It's the same as if it were a wild dog."

"I can see how you think that Harry." Hermione said. "I just don't see it myself."

"Maybe I'm reading too far into things." Harry said with a shrug. "But with that trap door that it was standing on." Harry left the sentence hanging for the others to digest. Slowly everyone started to nod in agreement to Harry.

"Just don't ask me to stay in the same room with one." Neville said through a nervous chuckle.

"You and me both mate." Harry said as he returned to his meal. Though Harry desired to eat the rest of his meal, others had other thoughts.

"Mr. Potter, can you come with me please?" A voice asked from behind him.

Harry turned to see Professor Flitwick standing behind him. "Professor, what's wrong?" He then looked up to the house table to see Professor McGonagall looking at him with concern.

"The headmaster asked me to escort you to his office." Flitwick said as Harry slowly stood from his seat.

"Did he say why?" Harry asked as he glanced at the head table to find the headmaster was missing.

"He did not. However, he was most adamant that I escort you rather than your head of house." Flitwick said with a confused look on his face.

"Is that odd professor?" Harry asked as he turned back to the diminutive professor.

Professor Flitwick made a quick motion with his head to have Harry follow him out of the Great Hall. Harry then noticed that quite a few people had stopped their conversations to listen in on the two of them. Harry nodded his head and followed the professor out of the Great Hall. Once they were free of prying ears, Professor Flitwick slowed his pace to allow them time to talk while they headed towards the headmaster's office.

"Mr. Potter, I honestly have no idea why he had asked me to escort you rather than Professor McGonagall." Flitwick said to Harry. "While I have authority over the point system, I have none over what punishment you receive for any negative actions. I can authorize detentions, but it's up to your head of house to deem them acceptable."

"So he asked for me to come to his office because I am in trouble for something?" Harry inferred as he gave Professor Flitwick a knowing look.

"Now I didn't say that Mr. Potter." Flitwick said. However, a few seconds later he turned to Harry and nodded.

"With that knowledge in mind," Harry said as he sighed. "The headmaster is attempting to assert punishment on me by circumnavigating my head of house." Harry then had an idea. "Professor, you are a fair man, correct?"

"I would certainly hope I am a fair man." Professor Flitwick said as he gave Harry an inquisitive look.

"Would you care to sit in on the conversation that will be happening between the headmaster and me? I am also quite positive that there will be some sort of punishment for something that he will wish to dole out." Harry said as they neared the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office.

"If you wish for me to assist you during the conversation, I can." Professor Flitwick said with a slight bow towards Harry.

"While that is one of the reasons why I wish for your assistance in the matter, as I do not know the entirety of the school's rules yet. The other reason is slightly more personal than that."

"Oh, what ever do you mean?" Flitwick paused and turned towards Harry.

Harry stopped slightly ahead of Flitwick and looked towards the floor. "I have a nagging feeling that the headmaster is not telling me something that I would very much like to know."

"Did you ask him something that he did not answer? Perhaps I can answer the question for you." Flitwick asked as he took on a concerned expression.

"No, it's nothing like that professor." Harry said as he waved the question and comment aside. "I have a nagging feeling at the back of my head that he knows something that relates to me personally. It's a little hard to explain." Harry said as he took a deep breath. He turned around and looked at the diminutive man in front of him. "I've read up on mind arts because of an incident that happened the other day. In the books I've read, there was a section on a spell used to erase a memory."

"You think that the headmaster used Obliviate on you?" Flitwick asked. Shock evident in his voice.

"It feels like he knows something extremely personal about me yet I don't know it myself. However, it's not like I once knew it and now I don't. It's just an odd feeling that someone knows something that concerns you that you don't know. The feeling is the same but, I don't know, it's just different as well." Harry sighed in exasperation. "Does that make sense?"

"Not entirely Mr. Potter." Flitwick said as he chuckled slightly. "Perhaps if you took a second to give me an analogy, it would better help me to understand."

Harry nodded before taking a few seconds to think. "Say you had a brother that you didn't know about because you were separated at birth. Now that brother grew up and lives in the same neighborhood as you. You don't know him as your brother but you've seen him around. Say someone found out that he was your brother but was pointedly keeping that information from you."

"Go on," Flitwick said when Harry paused to think a little more.

"Now say you've talked with this someone for awhile and they accidentally dropped a hint that he knows something about you that you don't. It doesn't even have to be a phrase or a word, it could be a look."

"I'm beginning to see what you mean Mr. Potter." Flitwick as he nodded.

"Good," Harry said as he breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I wasn't making any sense there as well."

"That's quite alright Mr. Potter." Flitwick said with a chuckle. "I was in Ravenclaw during my years here for a reason."

Harry nodded before continuing. "Now the reason for my suspicions actually came to me awhile back before I came to Hogwarts. I was living with Tom, the barman of The Leaky Cauldron, for awhile for circumstances I do not wish to explain." Harry paused for Flitwick to allow him to continue without the explanation. "Thank you," Harry smiled as he continued. "The headmaster was gracious enough to pay me a visit during my stay with the Deadmans. He picked me out of the group of people staying there, even though I had a glamour charm on."

"The headmaster did always have a way of seeing through that which is concealed." Flitwick said.

"It's odd yes, but not pertinent to the story as much as I hope it isn't." Harry said as Flitwick nodded for him to continue. "He followed me into the kitchen of the bar in order to have a private conversation with me. We got into a slightly heated argument until he looked at my hand that holds my family rings." Harry held up his hand to emphasize his point. "As soon as he saw my rings I noticed something very subtle change with the headmaster. He looked, how should I put this," Harry screwed up his face in concentration. "At first I thought he was afraid. However, now that I think about it, it was more concerned and slightly angry. Then again, I'm not that good at reading faces."

"Why do you think that, Mr. Potter?" Flitwick asked. He was now intrigued himself as to what the headmaster could know.

"That's the question I would very much like answered professor." Harry said as he sighed.

"Well, we can always try to ask the headmaster if he knows something." Flitwick offered.

"It wouldn't hurt to try." Harry said as he turned back towards the gargoyles. "Do you want to let us in or do we have to attempt at a password?"

"Do you have a meeting with the headmaster?" One of the gargoyles asked. Its voice sounded as if rocks were grinding together to try and make the sound. When Harry thought about it more, it was probably exactly that.

"Mr. Potter was requested by the headmaster for a meeting earlier today." Professor Flitwick said as he stepped up in front of Harry. "Now as a professor of the school, I know that I do not need a password."

"Right, my apologies," The gargoyle said as it moved to the side. His brother just laughed as it moved in the same direction in front of the door. "Hey, this is not the time for jokes!"

"Sorry," The other gargoyle quickly moved away from the door.

As Harry and Professor Flitwick entered the small circular room, Harry distinctly heard the sound of stone striking stone. He smiled as he pictured the serious gargoyle pummeling the comical gargoyle for its childish act. Harry was slightly amazed when a circular stone staircase started to wind its way up the center column towards the room above them. He then remembered that he was in a school of magic and shifted his amazement aside for a more serious mindset. He would need to either act impassive or attempt to establish his dominance in the meeting. Harry took a moment to look around the sitting room before heading towards the door at the other end of the room. Before he knocked, he heard a voice from the other side of the door.

"Come in please." Dumbledore's voice sounded oddly clear even though he was behind a door.

Harry's eye twitched in annoyance as his hand went for the door. When he opened the door, he saw Dumbledore sitting in a high backed chair behind a desk. Professor Dumbledore's body language showed that he was in no mood for any of Harry's games. Harry's mouth twitched slightly as a smile threatened to cross it. That's a very gutsy move headmaster, to think that you hold all the power over me. You might hold enough to punish me as a student, but that's where the line is drawn.

"I beg to differ, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said as he hands crossed to support his chin, the evening sun's light causing a glare to surface across his glasses.

Harry was slightly taken aback. He heard Professor Flitwick shuffle his feet slightly at Dumbledore's aura. Yes, it was definitely an aura. Normally that body position alone could cause a child to rethink themselves, but certainly not an adult. Harry wondered how long it took Headmaster Dumbledore to master that. If Dumbledore wants to play mind games, we can play. Oh and sense I know you're reading my mind right now I can say this without consequence. You had better cut the bullshit right now or I can just leave and come back when I feel like it.

"Mr. Potter, do not use such language with me." Dumbledore said. His voice was calm yet emitted a powerful authority.

"What ever do you mean headmaster. I do not recall saying anything until now." Harry said as he placed his hand over his heart and feigned being hurt. Harry decided to put his own power into play. He started to emit an aura of his own. It wasn't strong at all, but it was enough to bring Flitwick slightly back to reality.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you wished to speak with Mr. Potter about an issue. I have brought him here as you requested." Flitwick said, his goblin blood demanding superiority.

"So you have, you may leave while I have words with Mr. Potter." Albus said as he gave Flitwick a look. This look clearly told the professor he was no longer needed, and should leave.

"I have asked him to stay as my proxy." Harry said as he shook his head. "Besides, you have already faulted yourself a number of times before this conversation could even start."

"May I ask as to what you are inferring towards?" Dumbledore asked.

"You have called me Mr. Potter more times than I would like, which is to say not at all." Harry said as he crossed the short distance between the door and the chair in a fluid movement. He sat deftly in the chair and held himself as if he were highly affronted with the man in front of him, which he was. "I do recall telling you that you could only call me Lord Potter until a time I deem otherwise."

"Very well Lord Potter, we can do this your way for the time being." Dumbledore sounded as if it strained him to call Harry by his title.

"Thank you headmaster that is all I really ask for." Harry said as he nodded. "Now, what is it that you wished to talk to me about?"

"A certain matter has been brought to my attention by a few individuals of a bout of rule breaking that you committed last night."

"Oh," Harry said as he raised his eyebrows in mock confusion. "I broke rules last night? Which were they if I may ask?"

"Out after curfew, evading a member of staff, evading punishment, illegal entry to places not allowed, illegal act of duel, just to name a few." Dumbledore said as a smile crept across his face. Now that I have the boy in a spot of trouble, he should come crawling to me to get him out of it. I must thank young Malfoy and young Weasley for their combined idiocy in asking Potter to a duel.

"May I ask what proof do you have for these allegations?" Harry asked with a casual wave of his hand.

"The three individuals have given me their word that they saw you last night." Professor Dumbledore said slyly.

"May I ask who these three teachers are?" Harry asked as he turned towards Flitwick whom shook his head.

"The identities of the parties do not need to be known for the accusations to be any less true." Dumbledore said with practiced finesse.

Damn, I was hoping to lure him into admitting if any of the sources were students. That leaves out Draco and Ron as two possible witnesses. Harry thought as he mentally slammed his fist down.

Such traps might have worked on another individual, but I have been alive for far too long to fall into a trap like that. Dumbledore thought as he smiled at Harry.

"Very well," Harry said as he readjusted himself in his chair to a more comfortable seating position. "We do not need to know the identities of the teachers who have laid these false accusations against me, though I sincerely thought that a teacher wouldn't do something like this towards a student."

"We most certainly would not do something as crass as to attempt to get a student in trouble." Flitwick said, as he stood up straighter. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I would actually like to know which of my friends has the gall to accuse young Mr. Potter of these claims."

Flitwick, next time I'm able to, I'm going to buy you a large gift. You are a genius. Harry thought as he smiled inwardly. He had Dumbledore by the hairs of his beard now.

Why wouldn't he just leave when he I told him to. Now he's helping the brat out of detention and possible suspension. Dumbledore thought as he was struck back by Flitwick's question.

"Perhaps another time Filius," Dumbledore said.

"Don't brush this off Albus. I wish to know if I should be cautious around any of the other staff members. I would not like to know that my friends are like this."

"Professor," Harry said quickly, he knew it had gone too far. "Professor Dumbledore is right. I was out after curfew for certain reasons."

"But you just claimed false accusations against you." Then Flitwick thought what Harry did. "You were attempting to see if the accusers were children. When Dumbledore said they were teachers, you bluffed with false claims of false accusations in order to see if he'd falter."

"Yes professor," Harry said as he tapped his nose.

"Care to elaborate on why you were out last night then?" Dumbledore asked.

"Protecting my honor," Harry stated as he folded his arms.

"So you were having a duel?" Filius asked. "Albus you should know that a formal duel supersedes any rules as long as it's not in a sensitive area."

"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley challenged me to a formal duel when they accused me of insulting their honor. I accepted but did not choose a second. I was well within my rights to accept the duel and carry it through. Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley, apparently, do not care for such bonds of honor. They chickened out and sent Filch after me. I proceeded to retreat back to my common room." Harry felt another attempt at Legilimency but was lucky enough to block this one. He did not need the headmaster to know that he had seen Fluffy.

"That may be true for certain situations." Dumbledore sighed before continuing. "Hogwarts is supposed to represent a place of safety and learning. Surely a duel would be considered dangerous."

"Between two first years, you're joking right?" Harry asked incredulously. "Honestly headmaster, did you think we were going to use cutting curses and blasting hexes on each other? We only recently learned a stunning spell in Defense against the Dark Arts. I'll make sure to call you next time I stub my toe or get a paper cut. Heaven forbid I get a cramp as I'm walking to my next class." Harry was now standing with his fists clenched at his side. "How deadly do you think we are?"

"Mr. Potter, sit down please." Flitwick said as he walked up to Harry's side. "Your argument is valid but you are dangerously close to a spat of accidental magic."

Harry looked around suddenly and felt the air was thick with static energy. He saw a faint haze around everything, as if a heat wave decided to take residence in Dumbledore's office. He took a few deep breaths before calming down enough to sit back down.

"That is exactly my point. Accidental magic is dangerous and unpredictable." Dumbledore said as he smiled inwardly at Harry's loss of temper. "With that much magic you could have either produced a gentle breeze or gale force winds. You could have sent out a silencing charm or a flash flame hex." Dumbledore sighed as he realized this was going to get him nowhere fast. "However, Professor Flitwick is right, an honorable duel does excuse you for being out so late. A duel may be accepted regardless of time or place. However," Dumbledore stressed this word for a few seconds before he continued. "However, the next time a duel is brought up, please inform the staff beforehand."

Harry nodded ever so slightly, "I'll do that headmaster."

"That is all I ask for." Dumbledore said as he nodded. Under his breath, he muttered the word, "Brat."

"Is that all you wished to talk to me about?" Harry asked as he placed his hands on the arms of the chair.

"That is all, you may leave." Dumbledore said as he waved his hand towards the door.

Harry nodded as he got up to leave, he then noticed Fawkes on his perch. "Your phoenix doesn't look well headmaster."

"Ah, that is a tragedy," Dumbledore said as he turned towards Fawkes. "He is nearing his dying day. I hope it's not too far off." Dumbledore lied as he turned back to Harry.

That is not the look of a phoenix that is nearing its dying day, Hedwig lost all of her color and refused to talk to me when she reached her dying day. This is more of a look of utter sadness and emptiness. I shall need to talk to Hedwig after this. "That is a shame. He'll feel much better after the dying day passes. Hedwig was rather grumpy and sickly when it was her dying day."

"Right, you have a phoenix as well." Dumbledore said as he looked out the window. How could I have forgotten that the boy had a phoenix? I thought I had the last one left in the entire country. I must not have searched far enough.

As Harry was leaving, he noticed Fawkes give him a pointed look. Harry realized that the phoenix was trying to tell him something. He wondered why he didn't just communicate mentally with him.

"I'll send a friend of mine to talk to you later today my avian friend." Harry sent towards Fawkes. Fawkes dipped his head in thanks as Harry left the office. Why would a phoenix be that sad? They are normally the happiest creatures in the world, save for unicorns.

"Mr. Potter that was an interesting bluff you pulled off there." Flitwick said as they descended the winding staircase, "Even though the headmaster saw through it."

Harry sighed as he looked over to the charms professor. "Why is he so interested in my affairs? Professor McGonagall would have been more than capable enough to punish me for those things. In fact, she should have been the one to punish me. The headmaster should only dole out punishments if it is an endangerment towards the school or the student needs to be suspended or expelled."

"Headmaster Dumbledore likes to talk to the students every now and then. He likes to know the social aspects of the school. He wants to be able to talk to the students without them thinking that he's just an old man with a stick shoved up his…"

"Professor, you've taught charms for quite awhile, correct?" Harry asked quickly.

Professor Flitwick was suddenly stopped by Harry's outburst. He looked slightly embarrassed at the insult that he had almost given the headmaster as he responded, "What? Oh yes, I've taught charms for quite some time."

"I heard that my mother was very proficient at charms."

"Aye, that she was lad." Flitwick dipped his head somewhat at the memory of Harry's mother. "She was a brilliant woman."

"That's great," Harry said with a smile on his face.

This caught the charms professor off guard, "How is that great Mr. Potter?"

"Come to my common room tonight after dinner. There is someone I'd like you to meet." Harry waved goodbye before running off towards his common room. Professor looked on in stunned silence as he slowly waved back to Harry.

Harry smiled as he started to ascend the staircases to his common room. He started to slow down around the fourth floor when he suddenly remembered Fawkes. Something is definitely wrong there, and I'm going to find out what it is. Maybe Hedwig knows something that I don't. Regardless of the situation, that phoenix needs a friend to talk to. Besides, Hedwig needs something to do other than sleep all day.

"Right," Harry said to himself as he settled on situation at hand. He looked up and saw that he was nearing the seventh floor. Once inside, he was bombarded by his friends.

"What was that all about?" Neville asked Harry as soon as he stepped into the room.

"What did Dumbledore want?" Susan asked, interrupting Harry before he could answer Neville.

"Was it something bad?" Hermione asked as Harry started to answer Susan.

Harry held up his hand to silence his friends' questions. "Dumbledore was trying to punish me because of our midnight adventure." Harry said as he looked towards Hermione.

"How did he find out? No one saw us. Even though Filch's cat heard us, they never caught up to us." Hermione said quickly in Harry's defense.

"Relax Hermione. I lost the argument before it even started." Harry continued when Hermione looked confused. "He used Legilimency on me right when I entered the room."

"I don't care if he's the headmaster of this school, that's still illegal." Susan said as she folded her arms across her chest.

"It is?" Harry asked as all eyes turned to Susan.

"Yeah, you can only use Legilimency in a controlled environment with a specific written event to search for. There also has to be a proxy in the room for the person being read, in case something is found out that is personal to the person being read." Susan read off as if recalling it from a book. She blushed when everyone was still staring at her, "What?"

"That's brilliant. We can use that against the headmaster." Hermione said as she clapped her hands together.

"Unfortunately we can't." Harry said as he went to sit down on the nearby couch. Everyone returned to their seats before Harry started to continue. He tried to, but he was interrupted by a pair of voices.

"I heard something about ammunition against the headmaster." Fred said.

"What is it and why can't we use it against him?" George asked.

"C'mon guys it's probably something personal that they don't want to talk to us about." Katie said as the three of them exited Fred and George's lab room.

"Nah, it's nothing personal, just outright rude, and intrusive." Harry said as he tilted his head back to see an upside down view of Katie and the twins. "Besides, the more people that know about this, the less chance he has of hiding it."

"What did he do that's so horrible?" Katie asked as she and the twins took the empty seats around a large table.

"He called me into his office because of something that Hermione and I did last night."

"Oh, what did the two of you do?" Katie asked slyly as Fred and George chuckled.

"Good lord woman, we're only eleven years old. What do you think we would be doing?"

"Easy Harry, it was only a joke." Katie said as she held up her hands.

"Turnabout is fair play, as I was following through with the joke." Harry said as he folded his arms in victory. "You fell right into my trap."

Katie sighed after a few seconds when she realized that she had indeed fell into Harry's trap. "Alright fine you got me, now what where you saying about last night?"

"Well, they already know the story about last night." Harry said as he waved his hand across all of his first year friends. "I'll explain it again for you three."

"Our little Harrikens out past curfew," Fred said as he placed his hands together.

"They grow up so fast." George said as he wiped away an imaginary tear.

"Anyways," Harry said as he rolled his eyes. "I was going to the trophy room around midnight because Ron and Draco challenged me to a duel."

"Wait, what?" George said, all manner of comedy set aside.

"You're brother challenged me to a duel." Harry repeated.

Fred asked with astonishment lacing his words, "With Draco, as in Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's Draco Malfoy?"

"I know, that confused me too," Harry said as he nodded his head. "Anyways, Hermione decided that she wouldn't let me go alone." Harry nodded his head towards Hermione whom blushed a little bit. "When we got there, the room was completely empty, no one was there. We were about to leave when we heard Filch and his cat come into the room. Naturally, we did what any good student would do. We hightailed it out of there and ran away from the two of them. We ended up in the forbidden section of the third floor corridor."

"You did, what did you find?" Fred and George asked in unison.

"Something that should not be in this school at all," Hermione said.

"Yeah, definitely something dangerous, it coincides with the headmasters warning during the opening feast. We found a giant Cerberus guarding a trap door locked in a room that could be accessed with a simple unlocking charm."

"The headmaster has a Cerberus in the school?" Katie yelled as she stood up abruptly.

"Yeah, Dumbledore has Hagrid taking care of it for him." Harry said as he laughed. "Guess what the thing's name is."

"Knowing Hagrid he probably named it Fluffy or something." Katie mumbled as she sat back down.

"Got it in one," Harry said as he tapped his nose.

"Merlin, I was only kidding." Katie said. "Please tell me it's not a poodle or something?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I didn't get a good enough look at it to determine the breed." Katie rolled her eyes at Harry's sarcastic remark. He smiled at her as he continued, "We made it back here without anyone catching us, but somehow Dumbledore found out it was us. I'm assuming Draco and Ron told him about our planned nighttime stroll. He tried to get me in trouble for the duel as well, even though Flitwick said that I was completely within my right to defend my honor. Why is that?" Harry asked the last as he looked around the room.

"A member of high ranking can accept a duel any time and any place as long as it is with a person of equal power, that's if you call the duel. If anyone else calls the duel then you can fight anyone, as long as that person is stupid enough to fight you. You can also decline a duel if you wish." Susan said.

"How do you know all of this stuff?" Harry asked before something dawned on him. "Wait, your last name is Bones right?"

"Yeah," Susan said as she nodded her head. "My full name is Susan Mary Bones."

"Any relation to Amelia Bones?" Harry asked.

"She's my aunt." Susan said.

A wicked smile spread across Harry's face as he got an evil idea. "How fast can you get your aunt here?"

"If your fireplace is connected to the floo network, then I can get her here in a couple of minutes, as long as she's not busy." Susan said as she turned to the fireplace.

"I don't know if it is actually." Harry said as he turned towards the portrait of Godric Gryffindor.

"The fireplace is what you want it to be Harry." Godric said with a nod.

"So if I want it to be connected to the floo network, then it'll be connected?" Harry asked himself. He turned back to the fireplace and noticed a small pot appear out of nowhere. He got up and walked over to the pot to see that it was filled with a green powder. "Well it's got floo powder now, so I assume it's connected."

"Alright, just give me a second and I'll call my aunt." Susan said as she jumped out of her seat and hastily walked over to Harry's side. She took a pinch of powder and threw it into the fire after stating in a clear voice, "Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones' office."

The fire flashed green before it settled back down. Susan stuck her head into the fire. Hermione went to pull her out before everyone stopped her. She was very confused about the act so Harry went back over to her and sat down.

"Harry, why isn't the fire burning her?" Hermione asked.

"Floo fires allow for near instantaneous travel in the wizarding world. They also allow you to communicate with other fireplaces by sticking your head into the fireplace after mentioning the place you want to contact." Harry said as he placated Hermione with his explanation, "Although, it's very dizzying and disorientating." Harry chuckled at Hermione's look of awe.

"So brooms are just one way of travel?" She asked. Nothing in her schoolbooks, even the extra ones she picked up, mentioned the different forms of travel.

"There are four magical forms of transportation. Floo, Flying, Aparation, and Portkeys," Harry said as he counted them off on his fingers. "All except flying are uncomfortable.

"How are they uncomfortable?" Hermione asked, eager to learn.

"Floo transportation forces you to spin around as you travel to the destination. Either that or everything else is spinning around you. Aparating makes you feel like you are being squeezed through a much too small tube, and portkeys force an unpleasant pulling sensation on your naval, best to do so on an empty stomach."

"I ported somewhere after lunch one time," Daphne said with a slight green tinge to her face. "I never wanted to see food again, at least until I recovered from the intense nausea."

"Why doesn't anyone invent a form of travel that isn't sickening?" Hermione asked.

"They did," Harry said. Hermione turned her head towards him with a puzzled look. "It's called flying."

"What about people like me who don't like heights?" Hermione asked.

Harry opened his mouth to answer but closed it soon afterwards. He shook his head in thought before he answered Hermione. "You know, I actually have no idea why anyone wouldn't do that. Then again, I've only been in the wizarding world for about a year. It'll be two this boxing day."

"Where were you before then?" George asked.

"George shh," Katie said quickly as she shook her head.

"How'd you know he was George?" Fred asked. "What if I was George?"

"Ah, but you weren't George now were you?" Katie said as she looked towards Fred. "Besides, a woman has her ways." The females of the group slowly nodded their heads while the males looked at each other in confusion.

"I'll tell you the story later guys." Harry said with a sad smile. "It's not something to read around the fireplace."

"No pressure mate." Fred said as he silenced his brother who was about to speak in protest.

"The twins not on the same wavelength?" Katie asked in shock. "That's a first."

"Hey, it happens." George said with a slight blush.

"She said she'll be over in a second, but wanted to know the address." Susan said as she pulled her head out of the fire.

"Just tell her to call out Godric's common room," Said Godric from his portrait.

"Okay," Susan said before sticking her head back into the fireplace.

A few minutes later, a woman who looked like an older version of Susan stepped out of the fire. She was very tall and had her hair up in a tight bun, similar to the way Minerva McGonagall wore her hair. She had a gold-ringed monocle over one of her eyes with a long golden chain connecting to her shirt collar. She was wearing light green robes with an elegant black floral pattern adorning the center of the back of the cloak.

"She looks just like you," Hermione said before she could stop herself. "I thought you said she was your aunt."

"She is," Susan said sadly.

"Her mother was my twin sister." Amelia said as she placed her hand on Susan's shoulder. Susan looked up at her aunt and smiled at her. "Now Susan, what's with the location? I thought you told me you were sorted into Hufflepuff like me. Why are we in the Gryffindor common room?"

"This isn't the Gryffindor common room ma'am." Harry said as he got up and walked over to Amelia. "This is my common room."

"You have your own common room? Were you not sorted into a house?" Amelia asked.

"Oh no, I was sorted into Gryffindor." Harry said with a wave of his hand. "I'm in my own common room because of a certain headmaster that deemed it necessary to have an unhealthy relationship with me. I don't want to wake up one night with him standing over my bed." Harry shuddered as he thought of the image.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is a respected man," Amelia said stiffly. "He wouldn't do anything terrible to a child."

Harry closed his eyes as he remembered the reason why he was with the Dursleys. He clenched his fist as he remembered the beatings he had earned from the three of them. His fists started to shake with uncontrollable rage, not towards Amelia, but towards the headmaster of the school. Why does everyone think that he's some sort of prophet of the light. No one is purely good nor is anyone purely evil. Everyone does things for reasons that they think are right and good. Harry took a deep breath before he unclenched his fists and opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I have to disagree with you on that last statement." Harry said.

"Harry, even if you don't think it, he is a respected man." Amelia repeated.

"I wasn't talking about that. I don't doubt that people warship the ground he walks on." Harry said as he shook his head. "I was disagreeing about the part where he would never harm children."

Amelia raised an eyebrow at the comment. Clearly the boy had a story to tell, otherwise he wouldn't drag Dumbledore's name through the dirt so carelessly. Her years of training were able to tell her as much. She developed a sixth sense about withholding information. She could tell by body language or sentence structure if the person was lying or not telling the whole truth.

"Care to elaborate on that?" Amelia asked.

"Not exactly," Harry said as he sighed. "It's been a trying few days, and I'd rather not relive some painful memories." Harry looked directly into Amelia's eyes as if trying to tell her to drop the matter.

"Very well," Amelia nodded. "But do not think that I will drop the matter. If something illegal has been done, then I need to know." She then softened her gaze before continuing. "The memories may be painful, but I doubt you wish to live with them all your life."

Harry looked towards Hermione and Katie before he nodded. "You're right ma'am."

"Now, I don't believe you asked me here for that reason." Amelia said.

"Oh, right," Harry nodded his head quickly before turning back towards Amelia. "What are the specific rules for starting a sanctioned duel?"

Amelia looked from Harry towards her niece then back again. "Why do you wish to know about that?"

Harry grinned evilly, "A certain duo has skived off on a legal duel."

"Did you start the duel or did they?" Amelia asked, the full weight of her authority behind her every word.

"They did ma'am." Harry said as he shook his head. "They challenged me to the duel yesterday. When I showed up at the designated spot during the designated time, they were not there. They also sent Mr. Filch after me in order to get me into trouble for being out after curfew."

"Nonsense, school rules do not apply to dueling etiquette." Amelia said as she waved off the last sentence. "Who were the cowards?"

"Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley ma'am." Harry said.

"I imagine that they are students here, judging by the last names." Amelia asked. Harry confirmed her unasked question with a nod. "What did you wish to do?"

"Has the duel technically started since one of us was at the right place at the right time?"

"Unfortunately it doesn't work that way." Amelia said as she shook her head. "Too many people used that loophole in order to ambush their targets at a later time and place. We had to get rid of that technicality."

"Can I ask for another duel?"

"I don't see why not."

Harry then suddenly heard the bell announcing dinner. "Is it that late already?"

"You were with the headmaster for a few hours. Besides we've been here for a couple hours anyways." Neville said as Harry turned towards the grandfather clock next to the fireplace.

"Care to join me in the Great Hall Madam Bones?" Harry asked as he held out his arm.

"I sense a show that I do not want to miss." Amelia said as she took Harry's arm and walked out of the common room, the rest of the gang following behind.

Along the way to the Great Hall, Harry asked Amelia more about duels and their rules. By the time they reached the hall, Harry was well versed in the basics towards dueling. When the group entered the Great Hall, a few voices died down at the notice of the head of the DMLE entering the room. The stares got other's attentions and soon the entire Great Hall was quiet, save for the few stragglers still coming into the hall. The headmaster immediately rose from his chair and walked the length of the hall towards the group.

"Madam Bones, may I ask what you are doing here?" Dumbledore asked as he looked towards the other members of the group. His eyes fell on Harry and his headache started to rise. Why does the boy insist on following his own rules?

"An interesting matter has been brought to my attention." Amelia said as she let go of Harry's arm and resumed her businesslike posture.

"If you follow me to my office, we can discuss the matter in detail there." Dumbledore said as he extended his hand towards the door.

"Actually, we can settle the matter right here, right now." Amelia looked out towards the student body and saw that they were all staring. "If you please, can all the students belonging to the center two tables, stand up and walk towards either the staff table or here?"

A few seconds later, after the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws vacated the center of the hall, Amelia took out her wand and joined to two table together. After the two tables were conjoined, she waved her wand once more causing the food to disappear. She placed her wand back into her holster and stared at Headmaster Dumbledore. She nearly smiled when she saw his angry face.

"Madam Bones, I ask that you do not rearrange my school without asking me first." Dumbledore said scathingly.

"Oh don't worry headmaster, this is only temporary." Harry said as he walked over to the table.

Everyone's eyes were now solely on Harry as he climbed onto the table. As he stood up, he looked around towards the rest of the students. He then spotted Draco, hiding behind Crabbe and Goyle. He smirked at the cowards attempt to hide. He looked towards Gryffindor table to see Ron with a chicken leg in one hand and a biscuit in the other. He was surprised to see that Ron had yet to notice what was going on around him.

"What is going on here Lord Potter?" Dumbledore asked as he turned towards Harry.

"Isn't it obvious my dear headmaster?" Harry said as he extended his arms out towards the students. "I'm going to challenge a certain duo to a duel. Malfoy, Weasley, front and center!" Harry frowned when no one moved. He saw a few of the Weasleys looking towards him questioningly. "I'm sorry, I should have specified." Harry then raised his voice another couple of octaves. "Draco Malfoy, Ronald Weasley, get your arses on this table right now!"

Harry sighed when he still saw no movement. He looked over towards his friends whom immediately nodded. They knew what Harry had wanted them to do. Blaise, Tracy, and Daphne walked over to the Slytherin table and grabbed Draco. Fred and George walked over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Ron. Together, they all pulled Harry's victims towards the dueling stage.

"Get your hands off of me." Draco yelled. "When my father hears about this, you'll be sorry."

"Hey, I wasn't finished eating." Ron complained. "What's going on?"

When Draco and Ron were placed on the platform, Harry smiled viciously. "Please tell me you didn't already forget the duel that you both skipped out on yesterday." Harry said, his voice carried out all across the hall.

"We didn't challenge you to a duel." Draco said quickly.

"Yeah, we didn't challenge you to a duel." Ron mimicked.

"Draco, when did you get a parrot?" Harry asked. "You've trained him so well."

"Hey, I'm not a parrot." Ron said scathingly. He then turned to Draco, "What's a parrot?"

Three quarters of the hall burst out into laughter. The rest were eyeing the confrontation with interest. A Hufflepuff with spiky pink hair spoke up above the crowd of laughter.

"Did they really refuse a duel with a lord?" The Hufflepuff asked.

Harry turned his head towards the voice before he picked her out of the crowd. "They challenged me to a duel yesterday." Harry nodded. "They were quiet enough so that only a few people could overhear. However, all of the portraits knew about it." Harry then laughed. "It's a good thing they did know about it because I nearly forgot until Godric reminded me of it."

"Isn't it illegal to refuse a duel with a lord?" The pink haired Hufflepuff asked.

"Not really," Amelia asked. "But he is within his right to demand a duel for their cowardice."

"Which is what I'm doing right now." Harry said as he turned back to Draco and Ron. "I challenge you victims … I mean you two to a duel. Right here right now, first year spells only. You can only use what you have on you."

Draco knew when he was in a situation that he couldn't get out of. He looked around and saw everyone whispering and pointing towards them. "Fine, I accept."

"I accept as well. Who's your second?" Ron said nervously.

"As I said before, I don't need a second." Harry said confidently.

"I'll be your second." The Hufflepuff said as she started to walk towards the platform. A few feet before she got there she tripped over herself. Harry jumped down and caught her before she hit the edge of the platform. "Sorry, I'm really clumsy."

"Nah, there's actually a raised stone tile over there." Harry said as he pointed. Sure enough, there was a slightly discolored stone tile sticking up and inch from the floor.

"Thanks nonetheless," The Hufflepuff said. "My name's Tonks. Nice to meetcha Harry."

"Just Tonks, do you have a first or last name?" Harry asked.

"I have a first name, but I'll kill you if you call me by that." Tonks said with a smile.

"Tonks it is then." Harry said quickly as the climbed back onto the stage.

"That's not fair," Ron shouted. "You've got a seventh year helping you."

"First year spells only then?" Harry asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

"We haven't learned that many spells yet." Draco said quickly.

"Fine then," Harry said roughly. "Stupefy and Protego only." Harry stared daggers at the two, "Happy?"

They both nodded before they drew their wands. Harry and Tonks drew their wands as well. Amelia cast a large shield charm around the table to prevent stray spells. Harry leaned over to Tonks and whispered something to her.

"Hey Tonks, fancy for some scare tactics?" Harry asked while they were whispering.

"What do you have in mind?" Tonks asked.

Harry started to whisper his plan to Tonks. She was loving every bit of it. When Harry said the last bit of the plan, Tonks smiled and nodded her head.

She smiled and nodded her head before she resumed her stance. Dumbledore started the countdown from five. When he reached one, Harry and Tonks both sheathed their wands. Draco and Ron looked confused and dipped their wands a little bit. Harry and Tonks used this to their advantage. As soon as Dumbledore said one, Harry and Tonks sheathed their wands and screamed a loud battle cry. Ron and Draco stumbled backwards slightly in shock. During the confusion, Harry and Tonks rushed forward towards the two. They closed the distance in seconds and had them pinned down against the table before anyone realized what was going on. Harry and Tonks quickly disarmed the two of them and tossed their wands aside. Disarmed and restrained, Draco and Ron were forced to admit defeat.

"Well that was surprisingly easy." Harry said as he got up off of Ron.

"Well they are first years." Tonks said as Harry helped her to her feet.

"You cheated," Draco mumbled as he got off the platform.

"What was that Malfoy? I didn't quite hear you." Harry said as he turned towards Draco.

"You cheated," Draco said, loud enough for the entire hall to hear.

Harry laughed at him and shook his head. "Please tell me how I cheated. I stuck to the rules."

"You used muggle methods," Ron said.

"The rules didn't say that I couldn't." Harry said with another shake of his head. "The rules stated that we could only use Stupefy, Protego, and that which was on us."

"I think our bodies count as something that's on us." Tonks said.

"That's still cheating." Draco repeated.

"Never let your enemy battle you on an even playing field." Harry said as he turned to the rest of the school. "If you can find something that gives your opponent a disadvantage, use it. Do not hesitate to tip the balance in your favor, even if that means screaming at the top of your lungs and running at the enemy like a wild animal."

"That is one of the first rules we teach our aurors." Amelia said as she walked up to the couple.

Harry nodded his head as he continued. "You had five to seven seconds to stun us. We were unarmed, and it only takes two seconds to aim your wand and shout the word. You could have had each of us three times over."

"We didn't expect you to yell at us like you were going to kill us." Ron said dejectedly.

"That's the whole point." Harry said loudly as he threw his hands up into the air. "You didn't expect it. Therefore, it was our best option. I could've pretended to pass out and you would have fallen for it. Then Tonks would have been open to stun the both of you."

"That's still cheating." Ron said.

"God, the only thing you two ever do is repeat each other." Harry said as he turned on his heel and walked out of the hall.

"Harry, wait up!" Tonks yelled as she dashed off after him.

"Do you think we should go after him?" Hermione asked as she watched Harry disappear around a corner.

"He'll be fine." Hannah said as she walked up next to Hermione. "He just needs to cool off."

"Who was that girl anyways?" Neville asked.

"Tonks is a seventh year Hufflepuff. She's really nice, always helping the first years." Susan said. "Other than that, I don't know."

"Harry, wait up." Tonks said as she jogged to catch up to Harry.

Harry stopped, turned, and waited for Tonks to catch up to him. When she did, she pointed towards an unused classroom so that they could talk. Harry nodded his head and walked into the classroom behind Tonks. He took a seat at one of the desks while Tonks sat on top of the desk itself.

"Is it me, or is the entire pureblood wizarding populace a bunch of morons?" Harry asked as he rubbed his face in exasperation. He then realized what he asked. "Oh crap, are you a pureblood?"

"Nah, not me." Tonks said as she swung her legs back and forth. Harry sighed in relief. "But my mum is."

Harry groaned, "I never say anything right."

"Relax Harry, she hates purebloods too." Tonks as she placed her hand on Harry's head.

"Why does everything always happen to me?" Harry said, resting his head on the surface of the desk.

"I think it's because you're famous." Tonks said.

"Nah, you think?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Maybe they just don't like you." Tonks offered.

"You wound me Tonks." Harry said as he sat up and leaned back in the chair.

"Just stop thinking about it too much, eventually it will go away." Tonks said as she hopped off the desk.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Harry said as he stood up. Tonks nodded, "Why did you decide to be my second?"

"You're interesting," Tonks said after a few seconds.

"That's it?" Harry asked.

"Yep," Tonks said as she nodded. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead." Harry said as he shrugged.

"Wanna be friends?" Tonks asked eagerly as she leaned against the desk.

Harry busted out laughing. Tonks looked on angrily at Harry before he held up his hand. "Sorry, sorry," Harry said as he tried to calm down. "Sure, why not." Harry held out his hand, which Tonks shook.

(A/N): Interesting stuff eh? Harry meets Tonks, Draco and Ron get their collective rear ends handed to them in an unconventional duel. Harry is getting more and more pissed off with wizarding society. Now on to the real stuff. I am still writing this. It is a slow going process but I do get a little out every once in a while. My schedule is very hectic and I tire easily, which leaves me with little time to write. However, the show must go on. Until next time, this is Kunaiswarm signing off. Ciao.