Harry & Daphne
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Kassien - Runic Animagi
Chapter 8 - Back to Hogwarts
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Rated M = Mature, sex, language, drugs, ...
Chapter 8: Back to Hogwarts
The morning of September first dawned extra bright as I finally rolled out of bed and took my hangover potion. Luckily it was still early, and after a quick breakfast and wake-n-bake session with Dobby I left Lily's Pad in London and took a quick side trip to Gringotts to sign a few more things and make arrangements for investments and other things for the next year. They gave me Damien Greengrass' formal reply to the activation of the marriage contract, and I shook Griphook's hand before racing off to Kings Cross.
I sent Hedwig and Lucky straight to Hogwarts late last night when I returned from Kate's, and had my new library bookcase trunk and new Hogwarts trunk shrunken in my pocket. I made it to the station just after ten with plenty of time to spare, and this time the people starring at me did so because of what I wore and looked like and not just who I was.
I was easily as tall as all the men in the station, probably at just over six feet, and was wearing faded blue jeans that had progressively gotten tighter over the last few weeks. A pale pink t-shirt was stretched snugly across my torso, which although no where near body builder proportions had filled out considerably. My slightly tanned skin and thin wire frame glasses that were purely for show and some added effects also made me seem quite the different person than who stepped off the train over two months ago. Only my untamable hair really remained the same, and according to my dad, even an act of Merlin couldn't do anything about it.
The reaction was quite different however when I stepped through the barrier for Platform 9 3/4, but it was the one I expected. Total fucking shock ...I can't wait to make a pensieve to relive these faces right here and now. This might end up better than any prank I pull this year, with drooling girls and mums, and scolding fathers and boyfriends ...it doesn't get much better than this.
"Potter?" came a drawling voice I would recognize anywhere and casually turned around to face my long time schoolboy nemesis.
"Draco, how are you cousin?" I greeted the pompous ass with a cheesy fake smile and sweet voice that I knew would irritate the shit out of him. "Lady Malfoy, always a pleasure," I added smoothly to the arrogant yet quite attractive youngest Black sister with a courteous nod in her direction that I know surprised the shit out of her.
"Who do you think you are Potter?" snarled Draco while taking a threatening step towards me and protectively in front of his mother.
"Just the Head of her Family ...and wanted to say hello," I answered with an amused smirk as I looked a few centimeters down on him ...it's about time I'm taller and stronger than my adversaries. "Do you have some kind of problem with me Draco?"
"You better watch yourself this year Potty," he threatened lamely as usual, before he and his mother left after spotting something over my shoulder.
"I plan on it cousin," I answered to his retreating back causing him to pause and stiffen slightly before carrying on with out another word or backward glance.
"Harry, is that you?" came the unmistakable voice of Hermione from behind me, at least I know why Draco and his mum left.
"Hi Hermione," I greeted as I turned and was almost instantly found myself in a hug from one of my best friends with little chance of getting air despite her smaller and softer body. "Ron, Ginny, Gred, Forge, Mr and Mrs Weasley ...it's a pleasure to see you all too," I continued to the approaching Weasleys while still enjoying the hug of my much more physically developed bushy haired best friend.
"Harry mate, how are you?" asked Fred and George excitedly as they handed me a shrunken package, winked, and then spoke in a loud voice for the benefit of their mother, "these are the textbooks from Tonks."
"Thanks guys," I answered and grabbed the bags before being swept up into hugs by Molly and Ginny and hand shakes from the others.
"Are those real tattoos Harry?" asked Molly accusingly as she held me at arms length with a firm grip and gave my exposed arms a long look over.
"Yes Mrs. Weasley, I got a few of them over the summer," I answered and showed her my now covered interior forearms in matching phoenixes that I gave myself a few days ago with my repaired muggle equipment. "These two also cover the scars from the Basilisk bite and Wormtail's ritual knife."
"And this snake around your wrist?" she continued in a disapproving manner.
"Or the ...leaf on the back of your neck?" added Hermione from behind me, causing Mrs. Weasley's grip to tighten even more as my lopsided grin came out in full force.
"Those are actually gifts from my friends at the tattoo parlor," I answered knowing that wasn't the answer they were hoping to hear, but I felt no need to really explain myself to everybody.
"I think they're brilliant!" exclaimed Ron, finally finding his voice after taking in the many changes I've gone through.
"Ronald Weasley, don't you even think about getting one of those disgusting things," screeched Molly in full protective mode as she finally released me to focus on her two youngest who were both eager to get away from the mother hen.
"So, who is really responsible for the new look?" asked Fred smartly.
"We know your relatives wouldn't have done it," added George in agreement.
"Um ...that would be me, with a lot of help from Dobby of course," I replied smugly and enjoyed their smiling looks and the other's shocked faces.
"Who's Dobby?" asked Fred and George simultaneously.
"My house elf and friend," I answered softly hoping Hermione was too busy to hear my answer to start yelling at me now, and after the knowing nods from the twins they understood my reluctance on bringing up this subject too loudly.
"Brilliant," commented Fred.
"Keep in touch Harry," added George with a conspiratory wink.
"Bye everyone," I called and gave final handshakes and hugs to the adults as we headed aboard the train ready to head to Hogwarts for the new school year.
We finally got onto the train just as the bell signaled its departure and it slowly started moving and picking up speed as it headed northwards. Damn, why is the train always so full, and filled with so many gaping and staring faces that I couldn't tell if they were in awe of the Boy-Who-Lived or intrigued by the new look Potter-Black. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny the new fifth year Prefect all had to rush off to their Prefect meeting, so I quickly shrunk their trunks and pocketed them before floating Crookshanks' and Pig's cages behind me as I searched for an empty compartment. There was still one more student whose reaction I wanted to witness first hand, and was hoping to get the opportunity without all my friends around to muck it up. Her friends for some reason don't bother me as much, maybe because they're not my friends and I wont have to deal with their questions. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up as I saw her and the few Slytherins I have ever seen around her in their own compartment, and removed the glamour on my t-shirt letting the black inked words stick out loudly on the tight pale pink shirt.
"Excuse me ladies, and gentleman," I announced easily after opening the compartment door with the three Slytherin girls and one male Blaise Zabini as I made my way into the veritable snake pit.
"Your not wanted here Potter," snapped Blaise threateningly as he protectively stood and positioned himself in front of the still seated three girls, one of whom was staring at me open mouthed in either astonishment or rising anger as she caught a glimpse of my t-shirt and her face flushed attractively as I just gave her a small smirk and raise of my eyebrows.
"What are you wearing?" growled the Slytherin Ice Queen Tracey Davis, as she too apparently noticed my shirt causing Blaise and his attached at the hip girlfriend Sophia Moon to stop and take a good look as well. "Is that supposed to be funny?"
"You don't like it?" I pouted slightly in mock disappointment and stared intensely at Daphne's reddening face and figured I was playing with borrowed time already with the fierceness sparkling in her very attractive violet eyes. "I am just doing the responsible thing, and declaring my intentions formally."
"How is wearing a shirt that says 'Property of Daphne Greengrass' declaring your intentions?" snapped Blaise, clearly at a loss as to what was going on or how to deal with me.
"It's just what we brave and rash Gryffindor's do," I answered with a smirk before pulling out another emerald green t-shirt and enlarging it before handing it over to a burning violet eyed Daphne who grudgingly grabbed it and opened it before shooting me an intense glare of death.
"If you think for one second that I'm wearing a 'Property of Harry Potter-Black' shirt you're even dumber than you look," she finally snapped as she balled up the t-shirt and tossed it back at me before standing up, side stepping Blaise and getting right into my face, "and if you don't take that ridiculous shirt off I'll hex you into oblivion."
"You want to see me topless that bad huh?" I smirked and quickly began ripping the shirt over my head causing the others to gasp in either shock at my impetuousness or awe at my improved physique ...I'm going for awe, and by the blush on all their faces including Blaise's I laughed loudly and handed the stunned and staring Daphne my pink t-shirt along with the green one back with a lopsided grin, "do you like?"
"If you don't put a shirt on and leave this compartment ...I ...will ...hurt ...you," growled a blushing and hungry wild eyed Daphne that really turned me on, not knowing if she wanted to ravish or kill me ...or maybe both?
"You know how sexy that sounds?" I asked with wiggling eyebrows and knew I pushed too far as she took the pink shirt and literally punched it into my gut and began pushing me back out the door of their compartment and into the hallway, "you like it rough?"
"Grrr," she practically growled and took another step closer to me as I took an appreciative look at her fit body and sexy angry glare, wondering if she was going to hit me, hex me, or kiss me ...please go for the last one. "If you know what's good for you ...you will leave me alone!"
"Fine, I'll leave," I surrendered knowing I made my point and successfully got under her skin, "but I wont leave you alone Daphne."
"LEAVE NOW POTTER!" she yelled and gave me a two arm shove against the door to the train compartment opposite hers, and then instantly spun around and returned to her own compartment quickly locking the door behind her.
"What the hell was that about Daphne?" yelled Tracey from inside their compartment, and plenty loud enough for me to hear as I quickly put my shirt back on in the face of so many heads popping out of various compartments around us to see what the yelling was about.
"Nothing," huffed Daphne still loud enough to be heard, "I'll tell you later."
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Potter is fucking HOT!" exclaimed Sophia, making me smile widely from outside the compartment before leaving to go find Neville and Luna and see how their summer's were with a happy bounce to my steps.
The rest of the train ride passed happily after finding Neville and Luna in the last compartment and casually talking till the Prefects arrived and filled the small compartment with all six of the students who went to the Ministry at the end of the last school year. I thanked them all for coming and apologized for getting them hurt, and we never even received our customary visit from Draco for which everyone was grateful and in good spirits because of it. The only real issue was when Ron caught the words on my t-shirt and immediately flipped out predictably and started yelling about evil Slytherins and wondered why I would wear something like that.
"Would it help if I told you she's my future wife?" I responded questioningly, and instantly sent the compartment into a very tense silence as they all looked at me wondering if it was some sort of prank and if I was planning to elaborate ...the only prank played was on me by Padfoot.
"Why would you marry some Slytherin cow?" shouted an angry and closed minded Ron, who found absolutely no humor at all in the situation.
"Ron, you're like a brother to me," I began slowly and with a harder edge than I ever talked to my friends, "and family or not, if I hear you call Daphne that in front of me, there will be hell to pay."
"But she's a no good Slytherin," exclaimed Ron in exasperation, and looking to the others in the compartment for support in his prejudice.
"So would I have been if I didn't beg the damn Sorting Hat," I responded calmly and watched as all of their eyes bugged out almost comically in shock, well ...all except Luna.
"I always thought you were better suited for Slytherin Harry," she spoke into the uncomfortable silence freely, getting the disbelieving looks turned to her as I simply smiled back to her.
"Thank you Luna," I replied gratefully. "Look, I told you all because you are my friends ...and I'd hate for you to find out from someone other than me. It's my responsibility as the Head of House Black, and not something I can ignore or fight ...I have chosen to accept it which was my only real alternative anyway."
"So the Black's had a marriage contract with the Greengrass family?" asked Hermione trying to make sure she understood what I was referring to vaguely.
"Yes, actually it's Andromeda Black, Tonks' mom who backed out of the contract to marry muggleborn Ted Tonks against her family's wishes that left it open, and one of the stipulations tied to the Black Estate," I answered with a shrug of acceptance.
"How did Daphne like the t-shirt?" asked Luna with a wide smile getting far too much amusement from the escapades that are my life.
"She made me take it off," I smirked in response, "but I think she just wanted an excuse to see me topless."
"Harry ...you didn't?" asked a scandalized and wide eyed Hermione causing me to laugh loudly at her disapproving glare as the others slowly joined in and we could move past it for now.
"So, are you going to explain the tattoos now?" asked Ginny curiously as she stared at my exposed arms with a slight glow of red on her cheeks ...obviously still crushing on me a little.
"Maybe another time, I've got too many to explain right now and we're almost to Hogsmeade Station," I answered shortly and got out my trunk and school robes to put on over my clothes without too much pause.
"Oh, okay ...where did you put our trunks?" asked Hermione suddenly worried as she looked around the compartment not seeing them anywhere.
"My pockets of course," I answered while pulling them all out and enlarging them to their rightful size on the floor so they could get their robes as well.
The short walk to the Thestral drawn carriages was filled by greeting Hagrid and having Daphne storm by and throw the green t-shirt I gave her back at me again. Oh, this is going to be so much fun ...I'll have Dobby deliver it back to her room before she goes to bed tonight, it's brilliant. Now, if only I could smoke a joint during the long carriage ride to school, it's just what I need to relax a little after the long train ride and before a big meal.
"Harry, is that what I think it is?" came Hermione's know it all voice once we were seated in a carriage and I immediately retrieved a previously rolled special from my slim new cigarette case and proceeded to light it with my wand.
"What do you think it is?" I asked innocently after taking my first deep pull and holding it for several enjoyable seconds before letting out the thick cloud of smoke that smelled so perfect and distinctive.
"You're smoking marijuana?" she yelled completely scandalized again as the unmistakable cloud wafted over the occupants in the carriage.
"Very good, did you want some?" I offered with a lopsided grin that did little to counter her extreme vehemence.
"It's illegal ...and bad for you," she argued back quickly.
"Actually, Hogwarts and Wizarding laws make no mention of muggle drugs, and there are much worse things I could be doing," I shrugged after several more pulls on the lovely bone before offering it everyone else and getting all negative replies but some very curious ones as well that made me think they weren't all a lost cause.
The Great Hall quickly filled with excited witches and wizards glad to be back among friends, even if it meant the school year was beginning. Too many eyes were watching me as I entered with my friends, making me a little uncomfortable or want to do something completely crazy, but I held myself back. At least a lot of the looks were from the female population and were more positive in nature than the others. I had thought a lot about what to do about my eventual and inevitable relationship with Daphne, and aside from our friends I was not planning to announce it to the world and thankfully my friends had understood about the position it would put Daphne and her family in while in Slytherin house and from Voldemort himself.
I gave a smile to Dumbledore at the head table no longer really angry with the old man, just indifferent I guess and was surprised to see Remus Lupin once again a few seats away. I waved to Remus happily, and sat back to watch the hat's song and sorting, all the while checking out everyone including Daphne who I often found giving me an evil glare. Her friends still seemed pretty clueless since their looks were more of confusion, while I thank my lucky stars Ron is sitting with his back to the Slytherins and can't give anything away since he was still muttering slightly and a little red faced.
"Ron, don't make me seal your mouth permanently," I threatened leaning over the table and looking him directly in the eyes. "If this is something you can't deal with ...we'll talk later, but you will NOT bring up anything in public ...are we clear?"
"Bloody hell Harry ...you're scary," muttered Ron with a healthy amount of fear that was good in this instance, and meant I got through to him but continued my intense stare until I heard the words, "yeah, I got it."
"Good, we can talk later," I answered instantly in better spirits, "but it's almost time for food, and I value my limbs too much to keep you from it."
The feast did indeed begin just after that with Dumbledore's usual nonsensical words and wave of his hand like Vanna White on the Wheel of Fortune. It's not like he does any of the work, the words just signal the house elves to send it up, the whole thing was just a show to solidify his powerful image, Merlin I hope I never sell out like that ...and man do I miss my pizza already ...maybe I can send Dobby on a late night errand? Or better yet, convince Winky to learn how to make the delicious treat for me to enjoy whenever.
"Now that we have enjoyed another wonderful feast, I have a few announcements to make," spoke Albus Dumbledore as he rose from the center chair at the head table and addressed his many charges in his customary start of school speech. "First, I would like to welcome back Professor Remus Lupin who will resume his post as Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor after a two year absence," he continued before having to pause for the uproarious applause centered mainly around the Gryffindor table.
"We will also have a new elective class this year called the Defense Association," resumed the Headmaster with twinkling eyes filled with amusement, "the DA for short, is open to all students and will be taught by our own Associate Professor Harry Potter."
This time Dumbledore had to actually cast several spells to settle down the applause that had erupted after his announcement. I couldn't have helped much as I was bombarded with congratulations and questions by my fellow Gryffindors and a few other close DA members from last year. I didn't even know he was naming me an Associate Professor, since we never specified anything. I just asked to resume the DA, and this is what happens ...at least my life is never boring.
"Yes, congratulations Professor Potter," continued Dumbledore once he was able to get the noise level down, "as such, he has full rights and privileges that all teachers have and you should all remember that. Also, the Forbidden Forrest is forbidden as always and our Caretaker Mr. Filch has an expanded and complete list of banned items outside his office door. Anyone interested in trying out for their House Quidditch teams should see your Head of House and everyone please remember we are beginning classes tomorrow even if it is a Friday. Prefects, please lead your students to the dorms, and could Professor Potter stay behind for a few words?"
With the dismissal the Prefects quickly set to task, and I slowly worked my way to the head table wondering what of the many things this meeting could potentially be about. The Headmaster and I had a lot of things to go over and issues to work out, and in front of all the teachers in an emptying Great Hall was not the place for it. I said hello to my teachers and gave extra smiles to Remus and Hagrid who both looked at me with proud and tearful eyes, before turning to the Headmaster politely.
"Ah Harry," greeted Dumbledore once I came to a stop in front of him, "Minerva here is going to show you to your new office and private quarters."
"Private quarters?" I grinned widely as my brain was doing backflips of joy at all the possibilities.
"We are placing a lot of trust in you Harry," answered Dumbledore in his usual circular riddles, "I hope you wont abuse that and will continue to act as the responsible young man you are."
"Responsible my arse," muttered the lone dissenter of everything I've just been told and given, my favorite Potion Master and yours.
"Why thank you Severus," I responded with a smirk to my new colleague as McGonagall began to lead the way through the halls of Hogwarts in search of my new private quarters ...yeah me!
AN: Harry's finally at Hogwarts!