Courting Destiny

Marcus Flint, as the name implies; Marcus comes from the word Mars which means god of war and Flint which is a hard rock with the designation flint, clearly gives an idea of what the person looks like. Whether it is intentional or not, his parents have given him a name that suits his personality. He is not the kind of person who is easy to approach. The difficulty is like trying to get close to a savage lion with game meat in its mouth. That's how the world sees it. However, how the world sees and itself sees is not much different.

Marcus was raised in the same way as all the first children and successors to the flint family title. His whole life was how befitting the successor to flint's title. Until Harry Potter entered the picture. At first, he only regarded Harry Potter as entertainment. Wouldn't it be ridiculous if he could influence the hero of the wizarding world to break into Slytherin? Actually, he didn't expect it to actually happen, but who would have thought that Bacon of The Light was selected to a place that was believed to be a gathering place for black wizards.

It doesn't end there, what's in his head about the hero's image of the wizarding world, overturning after interacting with him. He expected the boy to be like Malfoy; with a head bigger than he could bear, acting as if the world was in his grasp. But what he encountered was instead Chickadee—a small bird with a black head and blue wings—shy who couldn't even lift his own pile of books, with witty eyes that hid both secrets and wits. Unknowingly Marcus had fallen into a trap, with a bang.

Maybe Harry Potter is indeed not a Gryffindor. But he had the courage—or perhaps a lucky fate—that exceeded what a Gryffindor needed to stay around the notoriously tempramental Marcus and not hesitate to be cruel. The Chickadee didn't even blink as he witnessed firsthand the evidence of the atrocity happening before his eyes. But it takes more than courage and lucky fate to convince a killing machine that it can touch a Unicorn.

Unicorn, a white magic icon. A lifetime didn't cross his mind that the Unicorn was willing to touch him, a black wizard. Anyone knows unicorns are very picky animals, even in white witches, in case they were ever slightly contaminated with black magic. I don't know what Harry did until they wanted to touch him, it really didn't make sense. But it was there that Harry, like a saint with twinkling eyes and a mysterious smile, stretched out a hand that was like a bridge to a world he could not reach.

Yes, Marcus could have thought of him like a saint, after all surviving the Killing Curse is not a thing that humans can experience—yes, he is like a saint, if he can stop talking nonsense—

"—Then when the car landed, it landed on top of The Brideping Willow. Hey, did you know that inside whomping Willow there is a secret room?—" Harry straightened his back, his hands raised dramatically, making Marcus stagger forward, trying to restore balance. Unaware of the difficulties he was making, he continued to babble, "—I wonder if that room has a secret passage like inside Hogwarts that can take us to Hogsmade! Because you know, right?" he cast a look full of conspiracy, "—Whomping Willow still belongs to Hogwarts!" he swung his legs excitedly, making Marcus sigh while rolling his eyeballs.

"Shut up! Stop talking or I'll knock you down!" which instead made the boy wrap his arms around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe, "Potter!"

"Shhh," he covered Marcus's mouth, "Listen carefully. I heard this song in my head last night—" and he began to sing.

Salazar... had he been able to shut up!

Had Marcus never expected so.

Because Marcus for the first time became a witness to how Harry Potter could be completely silent. And it's scary. The emerald eyes that were originally shining, became dim. Even his breathing was inaudible, as if he was afraid of something marcus could not see. It is like an undead who moves only out of habit. It eats what's in front of it, even if it's an onion sandwitch (Harry hates onion sandwitch). He went to class, changed his clothes, took a shower, as if hit by an imperius curse. The highlight was when he didn't stand in front of Marcus's room hugging a pillow, instead of sleeping on his own bed. Made Marcus's eyes twitch and his instincts screamed vigilantly. Harry didn't even respond to the conversation, let alone a snap. There is a trasparan bubble that separates it from the real world.

All the professors looked at him worriedly. And after several times the question was ignored, professor Flitwick told Harry to go to the health ward. It was even just because Malfoy pulled him there. Had Marcus existed on the same level as Harry, he would not have distracted him. But Marcus escaped being shackled by his class and responsibilities as team captain. So that when Harry disappeared from the health ward the next day, no one knew since when he disappeared.

Madam Pomfrey's mounted alaram did not sound, so that whatever made her disappear, did not disturb her magic. This made Dumbledore come down from his office to participate in the discussion with the professors in the health room. When the principal finished observing the remains of his magic as Accidental Magic, this made all the professors even more anxious. Anyone knows there are only two reasons why Accidental Magic can happen. First because of the magic that was still developing as a child. Secondly, when the witch has grown up and is in danger. As the minute passed the more restlessness happened, even the proposal to summon the Auror appeared.

But not with the level-headed Severus Snape. He wouldn't have lived this long had he not had those qualities during his time as a spy. Snape knew that when it came to Harry Potter, then the person who understood best was Marcus Flint. And so, when he saw the captain sneaking in from the health room, Snape followed suit. He followed quickly, but even that couldn't rival Marcus's pace. As they entered the unused corridor, his feet opened a puddle of water and he saw Marcus walk into the abandoned women's toilet. From the glow on the tip of his wand, Snape knew he was wearing a tracking spell. It's really smart or even paranoid that makes mr. Flint felt the need to put a tracking spell on Potter. But luckily he did, because when Snape got to the doorway, it wasn't the beautiful scenery he saw.

"Flint!" the Potion Master was surprised to see Marcus grab Harry's body lying among the puddles. His face was pale and his body was already icy cold. "Quick! His lips were already blue," Marcus whispered as Snape poured the potion into Harry's mouth. They knew if it was just a little bit too late then Harry would get hypothermia. The two Slytherins acted quickly. It is fortunate that Snape is a potion master, and the principle of the potion master is to always carry supplies.

How surprised the professors and madam Pomfrey were when the two Slytherin scourge came in with the unconscious Harry Potter. Soon Pomfrey drove away those who were not needed and was busy rescuing Harry Potter from what he had just experienced. Even Marcus was forbidden to enter, making the young man's emotions explosive, loading the first-year child crying in fright. Thankfully the critical times have been successfully passed. But Harry stayed asleep even though that critical time passed. Marcus and most of the visiting first-year children could only silently stare at Harry who was lying like a dying person. His pale complexion and blue lips almost made Marcus incredulous if he would really wake up. It's funny to realize how much influence Harry has had on his dorm members, because since he got sick, almost all of them have come to visit. Even the purebloods are racist.

Harry woke up two days later abruptly. He awoke with a jolt of heavy long breath. Immediately Marcus shouted at madam Pomfrey.

"Harry," he grabbed the cold hand, making the emerald green eyes fall on him.

"Marcus," his voice was hoarse as it hadn't been used for a long time. He blinked his eyes, as if trying to digest what was around him. Madam Pomfrey, who came in a brisk pace, was immediately busy casting spells to diagnose. Before long Dumbledore came with professor Snape.

"My son... are you okay?" Dumbledore's old face developed a sincere smile. Marcus squinted as he felt Harry inching away hiding. His instincts made him stand covering Harry until the boy didn't go head-to-head with the principal right away. What the principal asked Harry was also what he was curious about. But Harry only answered him with an ambiguous answer and a shrill expression. Something that's not new if you know Harry Potter. But it also doesn't answer questions. Marcus's intuition said, that Harry was hiding something.

Whether it's true or not, but what Marcus can capture from that convoluted answer is what he calls 'Episodes' common at random times. Harry described it as if he was locked in his own head. Snape quipped that the symptoms were similar to the crazy disease muggles had. Something that made Harry struggle to hold back a laugh had he not been acting like he had just been hit, what had Snape called it earlier? Crazy disease. His arms wrapped around Marcus's waist held her back harshly. Marcus squinted when he saw the flicker dimming in Dumbledore's eyes.

Fortunately the interrogation ended, saluting the madam Pomfrey who drove the two professors away to let Harry rest. Marcus stayed only because Harry wouldn't let go. The captain scolded Harry for not telling him about the episode, knowing it could recur at any time. With a secret smile, the mediwitch left them in a conjugal dispute. The altercation that made Harry end up crying on Marcus's lap which put on a regretful look. By the time Madam Pomfrey returned, the two were already asleep with Harry rolling over Marcus while the captain wrapped his arms in a protective manner. Who would have thought that Harry Potter was able to tame the Savage from Slytherin. But of course, if anyone can make an impossible happen, it must be mr. Potter.

Honestly, in contrast to his convoluted answer to Dumbledore, Harry knew very well what he called an episode. What he said that he was locked in his own head was true, though not all of them. He was locked in his head showing a picture of the future; not just one, but many possibilities. So that his overloaded brain formed a defense by locking that information, while he was forced to look. It is no longer important what happens in the real world, other than the possibilities in the future. This only happens when there will be major events in the future. Like the Basilisk, for example. Perhaps it was also what made her end up in the women's bathroom unused. Thankfully he didn't end up in the Chamber of Secrets without anyone being able to find him.

Harry regretted making Marcus cancel the exercise just to accompany him. He had convinced Marcus to leave him, after all, he was still under 24-hour supervision by Madam Pomfrey. Apparently, although it was not severe, he had already contracted a respiratory infection. But Marcus just shook off his hand and told him to stop worrying about it. "Think about your own recovery, so you can go with the practice right away," she growled as she pulled Harry back into her arms. Marcus only left him when he was in class, and came back again between lessons.

Once Harry was declared cured on his fifth day—certainly with a stern warning not to be in high activity and always keep the body warm—Marcus took him back to the great hall because it was lunchtime. Literally took him, because the young man considered walking to be a high activity.

Harry groaned suddenly, making the captain raise an eyebrow. "I'm behind a lesson! Nor has quidditch practiced!" he exclaimed hysterically.

Marcus answered him flatly, "You're talented. Without training, your abilities are on par with those who are healthy. No need to worry, I believe that when the game goes on you can already kick some of the other dormitory team's ****."

"It's quidditch, not wrestling!" to which flint's signature grin only replied. Harry knew the young man hadn't offended his lesson. You arrogant people, consider learning unimportant. Ukh, it's a good thing Draco can lend me a note, Harry's inner.

Many heads turned their heads as they entered the Great Hall. His companions nodded and smiled with relief. There were also those who looked sickly pale from seeing Marcus back, but more were relieved to see Harry being able to smile and wave as if he was parade riding a horse, instead of being carried. Among them, Malfoy was the one who asked many times as if to convince him that he was really healthy, not only his body, but also mentally. It seems that his Episode frightened the boy. When he heard Harry start babbling ambiguously, Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief and Marcus rolled an eyeball. If this is not Harry's habit, surely anyone thinks he has been hit by the Babbling Curse.

That's when the flapping of the owl's wings signaled hordes of mail-delivery birds coming in a barrage into the great hall. But what surprised Harry was when the brown owl perched in front of him and raised the leg to which the letter was tied. Rocking back and forth impatiently for Harry to pick it up immediately. Before leaving he even had time to steal a piece of meat. It was unusual because he never got a letter.

As he read Hagrid's invitation letter for tea at his home, instantly flashes of hatched dragon eggs and burning huts bombarded his vision. As he blinked his eyes, Marcus's anxious face was the first to be seen by him. Realizing that he had fallen had it not been for those hard arms, Harry still leaned there whispering, "Invitation letter for tea from Hagrid."

After a few seconds of speculation, he finally decided on a simple question, "Do you want to go there?" ignoring his curiosity knowing Harry didn't want to share it.

Harry shook his head, biting his lip. "Do you know anyone who works as a Dragon Keeper?"

Marcus's eyebrows are getting higher and higher. "If I say yes?"

"Can you contact him secretly so that he comes to Hogwarts so that we can give him a dragon cub before it is too late and make him burn out of hogwarts?"

"And where are you going to get the dragon cub?"

Harry twitched his shoulders, in an innocent tone replied, "We're going to steal it."

What makes Harry grateful for Marcus' personality is that he doesn't ask much. Unlike Hermione who likes facts and tries to know everything in a slightly inappropriate and shameless way. Marcus tended to collect it by observing. He won't force you to explain something, because in principle, you're going to tell stories if that's what you want. But that doesn't mean he's ignorant. Marcus is one of many people born with a perspective. So the young man just nodded, tossing him with a full of selidik gaze, but not disturbing.

Marcus sent a letter to his friend who worked as a dragon tamer in Norway and the next day a positive answer came. They just had to stand on the border of the Hogwarts Protector so that Marcus's friend could receive the dragon cub on the other side. It would come at midnight, so that they would only have a few hours to get a dragon cub that, if it was seen correctly, had hatched yesterday evening.

Marcus followed Harry near midnight to Hagrid's cottage, certainly after casting layers of protection spells. Marcus told him to wait ahead while the young man slowly slipped into the hut filled with snoring. Before long the young man came out carrying a dragon cub that was asleep because of the Bewitched Sleep spell—a high-level spell that put his victims to fall asleep so deeply that they didn't breathe for the duration of the spell. Marcus chose to use it instead of the usual sleeping spell, because he was worried that ordinary spells would not be able to cope with dragons that had more resistance to magic.

Carrying the dragon cubs in the transfugation aviary, they rushed towards the far end of Hogwarts, where the black iron gate stood. Marcus's friend was already waiting behind him with a face-covering head hood. The two nodded to each other before Marcus's friend apparated carrying a pack of dragon cubs. Now it remains only to face the final challenge; returned to the dormitory safely.

Marcus bewitched their feet so that no steps could be heard as long as they walked through the dim corridors full of sleeping paintings. As they slipped towards the corridor that would later take them underground, the sound of footsteps sounded at the end. Harry gasped because anyone knew that there was nowhere to hide in this corridor other than behind a statue of a speared soldier. But still can't cover Marcus's tall body. Thinking quickly, Marcus grabbed Harry in a sling, "You believe me?"

Harry nodded.

"Pretend to be asleep."

Harry leaned his head and turned a blind eye at the same time as the Slytherin Prefect, Gemma Farley, emerged from the turn of the corridor. "Flint!" the girl exclaimed wide-eyed. "What are you doing in the middle of the night—what is Potter?!"

"Shhh shut up. He slept. I only managed to find it after hours of searching. Potter is delirious as he walks."

"Oh!" he exclaimed and squinted. "Why don't you contact Prefect?"

Marcus raised an eyebrow, "I hope you're smarter, Farley. Do you think I entrusted Potter to you after you guys let him be bullied? Then you consider yourself Slytherin. Since when slytherin, let alone prefect, ignores its own members, let alone a first-year child! He's only eleven years old, for Morgana's sake!" snapped Marcus with a sharp insult that made the woman's prefect blush. "And I hope you don't insult me by giving me punishment, Farley!"

"Tidak, tentu tidak, Flint." Gadis itu terbatuk, "Kuharap kau bisa mencegahnya sebelum ia berjalan keluar lain kali"

"Kau pikir aku sendiri tidak tidur? Aku baru menyadarinya saat beban berat yang biasa menindihku lenyap," Flint memaksa ekspresinya tetap datar saat melihat Farley merona. "Selamat malam, Farley," katanya sambil membetulkan gendongannya sehingga ia bisa membenamkan wajahnya ke rambut Harry dan melemparkan pandangan peringatan pada Farley yang menggeliat dengan wajah merah padam, "Malam Flint," dan bergegas pergi. Marcus menyeringai diam-diam.

Saat mereka sudah aman di dalam kamar, Harry membuka mata. Marcus menurunkannya ke atas tempat tidur. Pemuda itu mengambil beberapa pakaian di dalam lemari yang kini juga dipenuhi baju Harry. Sama seperti tumpukan buku dan perkamennya diatas meja yang bercampur majalah quidditch Marcus. Harry hanya menelengkan kepala saat pemuda itu bergerak untuk melepaskan sepatunya. "Kau tidak mau mengganti pakaianku juga?"

"Apa kau mau aku mengantikan pakaianmu?" balasnya tanpa off-beat yang membuat Harry melesat ke dalam kamar mandi dengan wajah merah padam. Sambil memandang pintu yang tertutup, Marcus berbisik, "Kau sungguh penuh misteri, Harry Potter."

Pada akhir pekan di awal bulan oktober, Marcus meninggalkannya bersama anak-anak tahun pertama dan kedua yang masih belum diijinkan pergi ke Hogsmeade. Ia memakai pakaian bepergian khas pureblood, berupa tunik dan jubah berbordir simbol keluarga Flint yang menandakan ia seorang pewaris. Jubah itu berwarna biru gelap hampir hitam senada dengan celana panjang dan sepatu dragon boot. Warna itu membuat mata gelapnya menjadi lebih tajam dan tampak berbahaya. Ia sangat tampan, walau pendapat ini bisa dibantah oleh banyak orang, tapi secara pribadi Harry menganggap tidak ada orang sekeren Marcus.

The captain let Harry escort him to the school gate (under professor Sprout's amused gaze), where horseless carriages waited. The young man rubbed Harry's cheek gently as he said, "I won't take long."

"Don't forget to buy gifts for Christmas, also my order." Harry couldn't go alone to buy his friends christmas gifts. So he asked Marcus for help.

"Sure, princess." He flicked Harry's nose before catching up with his friends. Several upper-year-olds from his dorm patted Harry and told him not to worry, he wouldn't be alone for too long, which made Harry frown (some Hufflepuffs exclaimed in awe). He can't wait to visit Hogsmeade with Marcus soon.

Harry was surprised when Marcus returned earlier than he thought because the curfew ended until 10 o'clock and now the sun hadn't even set! But that didn't stop Harry from welcoming him enthusiastically. With a cloak still full of snow and flushed cheeks—as if he had run back as fast as he could—Marcus grabbed Harry in a sling. Took the two of them back into the common room. The fire in the fireplace burned to welcome those who had just arrived, along with a few cups of still warm tea.

Marcus sat Harry on his lap, before reaching for something in his pocket. A silver bracelet with a protection spell still buzzing ended up on Harry's wrist. Instantly the room fell silent. The attention of the two was seized by each other to realize it. "I took the time to stop by Gringotts and look for something in the Vault that suits you," some of those who heard gasped.

"Uh..." still while observing it, Harry said, "Trims Marcus, but this looks very expensive and valuable." The silver bracelet had a sapphire decoration that proved it was not a cheap item. And this is the reward from just a visit to Hogsmeade? Wow!

"Well, sure. It's a family relic, anyway."

"You're okay, I have this?"

"I gave it to you, right?"

Harry smiled broadly, once again thanking Marcus. Marcus just bent his shoulders as if it wasn't important. But that's not entirely true. Because Marcus certainly couldn't possibly not know about the Pureblood tradition. Giving family relics, especially jewelry, to others is a serious matter. In the pureblood tradition, an action is performed as a symbol to achieve a goal. For example giving away jewelry, it is a claim. One first step towards bonding. The usual practice is for fellow purebloods at a very young age as both families plan their weddings. Although it can be cancelled at any time, it is different from the magic contract. But everything is heading in the same direction. Marcus had already made the claim before witnesses who made the claim valid in the eyes of magic. As Marcus's gaze turned to those in the common room, those eyes seemed to say 'just try it if you dare to talk.' But that didn't prevent them from sending a letter to the lords and ladies in the family that Heir Flint made claims to Heir Potter in a traditional magic bond.

Of course, it wasn't until long before lord Flint heard it. But there is no action anytime soon because they all know the claim could be overturned at any time. But this still makes for a political shift. Even though the Flint family is a black wizard, but they are classified as Neutral in politics. So the bond that Marcus did to Heir Potter made him inclined towards the white wizard. But everyone knew that Harry Potter was the last Potter and he was in Slytherin, so it was likely that it could have been reversed, that Flint had attributed himself to a black wizard by the name of Potter. All of that will have to wait, at least until Harry turns 16 and can determine his standing in politics and magic. Had they all known if Harry Parselmouth.

Marcus has a new habit when he greets Harry, which is to rub his lips against a bracelet that will glow with protective magic every time he does it. Marcus' reason is to strengthen his magic because as a relic of the Flint family, only a Flint is able to fill the protective magic there. Every time Marcus did it, Harry felt the magic become stronger, so he didn't protest, although it looked embarrassing while doing it in the middle of the hall. After all, if he can survive always in a carry everywhere, one or two lip swipes on the wrist are certainly nothing, right? Suppose Harry knew.

The next day the Gryffindor hordes could be heard whispering about the lost dragon and the crying Hagrid. Apparently they heard Hagrid's vent crying for the loss of his dragon cub; Norbert. Which Marcus's friend in his letter thinks is a female dragon so Harry decides to call him Norberta in his head. The Gryffindor horde regretted the disappearance of the magic animal before they could see it. Something that made Hermione reprimand them about the dangers of playing with dragons and it was really unwise for Hagrid to take the dragon to the Hogwarts environment (Something Harry agreed to). Had Hermione known 'wise' was a forbidden word in Hagrid's dictionary like many other logical things. It's funny that muggleborns have more relevant thoughts regarding magical animals than purebloods, because as stupid as Ron Weasley is, he is still a pureblood who grew up in the midst of understanding that magic is not just a children's toy. He's not supposed to have the naivety of muggle borns who assume that Magic is just magic. The argument ended with Ron insulting Hermione's personality and making the girl run over in tears.

Frowning, Harry reprimanded Ron, that his words were too harsh. It started a fight between Malfoy and Weasley. If you think that with the blessing of being able to see the future, then Harry is always ready to face any situation, then I warn you that Harry is still eleven years old. It still hurts to hear the person who has always been your best friend, insulting you just because you entered Slytherin house. Had his vision not shown Ronald Weasley's betrayal on various occasions and other alternatives, perhaps this would have been much more painful. But Harry knew Ronald Weasley was not the kind of person who could be truly loyal.

Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini moved closer behind him. While Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan stood in support of Weasley. Lips pouted at each other and hinans were thrown at each other. Ron, who regarded Harry's silence as an opportunity, blasphemed him more and more. As if all this time, he only had doubts between responding to Harry as the Hero of the wizarding world or slytherin mud. Now it was the final blow to decide that Harry was just like the other Slytherins; lowly and dark lord. It's funny considering that the people he insulted had more political power than the Weasleys.

Harry's surprise, that Ron was able to be as low-key as asking about Harry's parents' feelings had they known he was in Slytherin. A sense of horror struck him when he realized that Ron had a racist attitude that was as bad as Draco Malfoy with muggle-borns. It dawned on him that had their positions been exchanged; The wealthy Ronald has the potential to be arrogant and arrogant. Just like Draco, who has the potential to be brave and loyal to the people he cares about.

Malfoy retorted, "Blood Traitor! As if you didn't know before Charles and James Potter, all potters were selected to enter Slytherin!"

Harry covered his ears with both hands. "Cut, please... STOP!" the walls around him shook. Ron swallowed, then he hissed in disgust at Harry before taking his friends away from Slimy-Slytherin.

"Potter," Malfoy held his shoulders.

"Please leave me," she whispered, still looking pale.

"It's going to have dinner soon."

Harry shook his head. "I'm just going to the library."

Malfoy co-opted each other with Zabini before finally nodding, "Don't be too immersed in the book. You're not Ravenclaw."

It made him smile, "I know, Malfoy."

Madam Pince didn't see him twice when he saw him enter the library because he was used to it. Not infrequently people find him asleep among piles of books because his eyes are too heavy even though his heart does not want to stop. Perhaps it was also what made Madam Pince, who was notoriously fierce except with the ravenclaw house members, have a soft side for Harry.

It was there that Marcus Flint found it. The young man ignored Madam Pince's fierce gaze after Marcus 'accidentally' tampered with several books. The young man wears his signature dormitory uniform with still neat folds indicating that he has just finished cleaning himself after spending his time in the field.

Marcus sat next to him with a bang, making Harry gasp and his glasses fell to the tip of his nose. "You didn't eat dinner," the young man grumbled.

"Em..."

"I heard that Gryffindor bullied you."

"You yourself are not a night tomb, Marcus?" he looked up observing the young man who stared at his pile of books in disgust. "There is still a lot of time for dinner."

Marcus rolled his eyeballs, "Don't divert the conversation."

Harry curled his shoulders, looking at his book with a sad look.

"Stop that folded face," he pulled Harry's chin so they stared at each other. "Come on you can continue it after dinner. Your body is still in the process of healing," then he grabbed Harry's waist, forcing him to get up and carry him. Madam Pince's eyes followed them from behind a thick book, covering her nga mouth.

The corridors from the library to the great hall are dark with torches burning typical of Hogwarts that always make it memorable. Several statues of warriors carrying spears and swords stood among the moving paintings that made you paranoid in case you were a muggle. But Harry is a wizard, so he is also a scary thing for muggles, right? So he shouldn't have felt the fear creeping through his spine as if to give him a premonition something was going on. But, no matter how strange the magic objects around them are, of course the stench they smell now is not a natural thing! Especially if Marcus becomes as tight as a rock and his eyes are like an eagle observing the danger at the end of the corridor.

Then the savage shouts made them surge. Trolls! His mind exclaimed along with his voice. Made Marcus say in disbelief, "Troll?" which was only reciprocated a nod while Harry's mind moved quickly sorting out the vision that happened some time ago. He knew that there were Trolls entering Hogwarts, but he didn't know if the creature entered on Halloween night. He should have guessed it, it's Halloween night anyway!

Harry squirmed out of the sling and ran to the end of the corridor where the roaring sound came from, while Marcus chased after him. The young man managed to grab it as they reached the doorway of the women's toilet, along with the sound of Hermione's screams. "Marcus!" shouted Harry resuscitating the young man from the ice. He pushed Harry aside, kicked his door hard and simultaneously cast a protection spell many times before stepping in. Magic was ready at the end of his wand as the Troll swung his wooden wand over Hermione's head and simultaneously damaged several booths. "Confrigo, confrigo!" Flint moved quickly like a beast raging on the battlefield. His movements were sharp and calculating while running, jumping and avoiding the Troll's giant stick while casting spells. His black eyes showed that he enjoyed the fight very much, while his lips were grinning. He's really in the elements. Marcus ended it with a high-level spell that destroyed half of the Troll's body with a powerful flick of his magic wand, "Bombarda!" making blood gush out profusely, along with a cry of pain. "Accio boy Griffindor!" pulled Hermione to him along with the Troll who fell in a row to where Hermione was originally standing.

Marcus still stood turning his back to them with a gasp and a gasp of satisfaction that seemed to be in every inch of his pores. The static energy was still playing between his fingers, as if his magic was happy to have been used after being restrained for a long time. Hermione fell to her knees crying hysterically and Harry hugged her while saying soothing words. It was a traumatic experience for the girl next door, realizing that her life was almost gone under the troll's wand.

They didn't move until the sounds of rushing footsteps approached and McGonagall's voice exclaimed in surprise, "Merlin! What's going on here!"

"Mr. Flint! Mr. Potter!? What is a Troll corpse?!"

"Please professor!" exclaimed Harry as he wiped away Hermione's tears at the sight of the girl panicking.

"Please explain what happened. Why are first-year kids here? Mr. Flint?"

Hermione blurted out, "It's my fault, professor—"

"No!" said Harry as he gave him a stern, warning look.

Harry stood up and took Flint's hand. The young man automatically moved behind him with a protective attitude. He looked frighteningly standing there with blood staining the uniform and dripping from his cheeks. Harry's body stopped shaking as a large hand pushed his chest back, making him lean against Marcus's hard body. "Please. I'll make it clear."

"Do it," said prof Dumbledore.

"Uh... this started with me going to the library, sir. I don't really want to go to dinner—"

"You should know with your health now you shouldn't have done that, mr. Potter." Prof. McGonagall said.

"Sorry, professor. As I said earlier, I went to the library. Then Marcus came to persuade me to go to dinner," to which McGonagall replied an approving nod. Then as we walked down the corridor there was the troll's characteristic stench and the sound of his roar."

"Then you decided to run there like Gryffidor, instead of calling the professor?" snapped Snape which made Harry blush.

"But professor! If Potter and Flint don't come, I... I..." then the girl started crying again.

Marcus took it over, "When we came, the monster had already almost finished him off, sir." Made the professors cast a look of pity at Hermione. Then Marcus continued, more to Professor Snape, "You should have confidence in a sixth-year-old like me to be able to solve the problem of the Troll class, the professor. I told Harry to wait outside anyway so he wouldn't hurt him." It made them nod and breathe a sigh of relief. "I'm sure, miss em..."

"Hermione Granger," the girl whispered, rubbing snot.

Marcus continued, with a monotonous tone, "yes, I'm sure he didn't know there was a troll there and was doing his business—whatever the business when using the toilet, professor." Harry rolled his eyeballs.

McGonagall cleared his throat as if trying to hold back a smile, "What a bold action, mr. Flint," Marcus frowned as if it was an insult to be called a brave like Gryffindor. "I'm sure 20 points for Slytherin for your blessedness."

"10 points for Slytherin for acting without thinking, 10 points for Slytherin for wanting to help other members of the dormitory," Professor Dumbledore said. In essence it doesn't give them a point.

The moment Harry saw Snape, the man hissed, "50 points for the high-level magic that Flint performed. 10 points for the stupidity of mr. Potter running towards danger."

Dumbledore smiled at the potion master, then back at the three, he said, "The Health Room seems to need to be visited, who knows if anyone feels sick and a bottle of Sleeping Draught for each of you to have a good night's sleep?" Harry's moans made them all smile knowing Harry had just been released from prison madam Pomfrey. "Come on! Come on! I'm sure you guys are hungry too. I will tell the house-elves to deliver dinner to the health room. Cop cop!" exclaimed Dumbledore clapping his hands.

"Thank you, Potter. Flint." Hermione whispered with a smile that gradually faded away, making Harry feel sad. Maybe he remembered the reason why he was here. Had it been that cursing Ron hadn't left him in detention.

Harry hugged the girl, "It's okay, Hermione. Call me Harry and this is Marcus."

"No," Marcus said, casting a murderous look that didn't scare Hermione, but instead made her chuckle.

"It's okay, Harry. Thank you, Flint," Hermione said now much bolder, saying, looking into Flint's eyes.

The young man groaned as he looked up as if talking to the gods, he muttered, "I have a prestige that I need to defend, you know."

Harry hit him, "You're dear to me, anyway."

"Shut up," then without warning he grabbed Harry in a sling that was met with relentless protest.

"Stop moving. Enough is enough adernaline for today!"

Hermione followed them with an amused laugh.

Had Harry not seen Marcus's cheeks bleeding, perhaps he hadn't stopped protesting. After thinking for a while, Harry made Marcus froze and Hermione squirmed, as he landed a kiss on Marcus' cheek, near the wounded spot. Then switch to the wound that is on the forehead. Before he kissed the wound that was on the auricle. Marcus held the tip of Harry's nose.

"What are you doing?" asked Marcus who looked at him strangely. Harry just blinked his eyes in confusion. After seeing him do that every time Marcus was injured, Harry considered it a talisman of healing and thoughtlessly did so. Aunt Petunia also did it to Dudley anyway.

After a moment of observation, Marcus sighed while rubbing his hair in frustration, then continued to step while carrying a naïve bundle that would kill him slowly with innocence. Hermione followed them while covering her face. The ears look red.

From then on, wherever Harry was alone, Hermione would accompany him. He is like a shadow second only to Marcus. It seemed that the girl didn't care about Gryffindor's comments anymore. Now he is doing what he likes and no longer cares about others. Makes him seem free and excited. In fact, he sat at the Slytherin table several times, in addition to the other's irritability, they were too afraid of Marcus to ban Hermione. Did Harry seem unaware of it. He only cared about finally getting one of his two best friends back. Although not Hermione in the same version. He is much more perspective, open-minded and does not depend on authority. This One Hermione is like a hufflepuff and Ravenclaw combined with a little tendency of Gryffindor. Harry didn't understand why the girl didn't enter Ravenclaw with her brain? Hermione in her sad tone said that she thought by entering Gryffindor she would easily make friends. Apparently he was wrong. It made Harry hug him, and Marcus growled in annoyance like the Bears had finished hibernating.

The two Weasley twins suddenly appeared behind Harry. Both developed big smiles that made everyone suspicious because anyone knew the Weasley twins were the king ignorant. "With humility, the prince of Slytherin!" they exclaimed, as Draco launched a protest. "Because our prefect, the big head of Percy, had no brains, (far away Percy looked bright red), so we looked forward to him representing the Gryffindor house to say thank you to you, my lord," he said dramatically, then at Marcus, "and on you, Troll Slayer! For having saved one of our ducklings from a troll."

Harry laughed, and in a far-fetched tone, retorted with a Malfoy-style arrogant attitude, "I solemnly accept your thanks," then the two took turns kissing Harry's hand and ducking while resigning.

At Marcus they exclaimed at the same time, "May your wand always be sharp to slash down the Trolls, O Troll Slayer!" didn't care about the murderous gaze directed at them. Harry still grinned broadly as the twins returned to the dorm table, followed by the amused gazes of the students and professors.

Fred and George were his favorite Weasleys.

Draco grumbled in front, "What was that just now. It's as if a stick is a sword. your wand is always sharp, my lord," to which Harry replied with, "I don't know you consider me a lord, Malfoy," which caused the red to go out. Hermione couldn't help being amused, chuckling to the point of almost falling onto the pudding. Marcus was not amused at all, as usual.

"And if anyone becomes the prince of Slytherin, no one is more deserving than me! I!" exclaimed Malfoy dramatically. What makes it funny is that he really thinks so.

Hermione actually fell on top of the pudding.

Yes. As the twins said, now Flint has a new nickname besides cruel, evil and temperament to complete his collection. Troll Slayer, that's what he heard. Harry giggled, making him get a soft blow at the top of the head. "Isn't it suitable for your image, Marcus? Cruel, rude, evil and also the Slasher of the Trolls."

"Still can't rival the Surviving Boy."

"Hey! I'm not a brat!"

"Hm? Dwarf then." Instead of being angry, Harry was violently chuckled while muttering, 'The Dwarf Who Survives'. The corners of Marcus's lips twitched.

Luckily survival luck wasn't just limited in front of the Unforgivable Curse, as it seemed like Harry needed all that luck just to get on with life. Harry knew that quidditch was one of the dangerous sports. But he anticipated the danger just because of bludger or Quaffle's impact, not because his flying broomstick was cursed! Not to mention that it's his first game and he's like a nervous buntelan!

Malfoy's purchase flying broomstick twitched wildly like he was riding a rodeo horse. Screams and cries of fear sounded along the arena as he tried to defend. But a loud jolt, making her ass come off her hilt and the graffit began to pull her down while her hands tried hard to maintain the grip. The cold sweat from fear made his fingers slippery. Harry cursed his thriller-like fate. Then, as if it was about to end up being a blocky egg down there, suddenly the broom stopped. Without waiting for Harry to return to his broomstick and dart in search of the snitch, ignoring the restrained screams of the spectators or performers.

The cold air and the speed of his broom made his chest hurt a little, but Harry didn't stop until his body was pushed to the end of his broomstick stick and both hands moved to catch the Snitch flying not far from the ground. Before he had time to grab it, the tip of his broom went down, making it plunge out and land while gently spinning to the grassy ground.

Lee Jordan's admiration from Gryffindor who was the match commentator couldn't be restrained even on Harry who was from Slytherin after seeing his flying style which was either to be said to be extraordinarily talented or even extraordinarily frivolous. A cry of surprise and a loud pinging sound brought the game to an end as Harry unscrewed a golden object from his mouth. "POTTER GOT THE SNITCH! POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH WITH HIS MOUTH!" the microphone ringed. "POTTER MAINTAINED SLYTHERIN'S WINNING STREAK OVER THE PAST DECADE. POTTER WINS SLYTHERIN VS GRYFFINDOR!" the victory thundered all over the field to make the ground tremble. But Harry couldn't hear any of that because his brain was processing as Marcus came in like a beast and lifted Harry to his shoulder only to give him a ass punch as if he were a five-year-old! "HARRY POTTER GOT A BUTT PUNCH FROM CAPTAIN MARCUS FLINT—"

"—mr. Jordan!" exclaimed McGonagal.

"—FOR DOING A DANGEROUS FLYING MANUFER OR JUST BECAUSE FLINT WANTED TO DO SOMETHING KINKY TO POTTER—"

"Mr. Lee Jordan! Detention with Professor Snape!" snapped McGonagal with wrath sounding from the loudspeaker. But that didn't dampen the festivities of Slytherin's victory celebrations. Or even if Jordan's comments are correct, who are they to judge Marcus and Harry? After all, anyone knows the relationship between the two is unusual.

It wasn't long until Harry was attacked by wild curly hair that hugged him tightly. "Hermione!" the girl wore a Slytherin scarf, no matter the evil attitude of her dormmates.

"Harry! Stupid! Stupid! Harry!" he exclaimed as he beat Harry.

"Hey! Hey! Hermione. I'm okay! No one was injured. See?"

"You always just don't think! How about you fall off your broomstick! Catch it by hand next time!"

Marcus took Harry to the Slytherin common room. Surrounded by green, Hermione didn't seem so awkward. The purebloods chose to ignore him like bacteria, but because Hermione only cared about Harry and Marcus, he ignored it. Even the girl responded saccharistically to Malfoy's racist comments that made the boy not know if it was insults or not. Hermione didn't wink at all as Harry climbed onto Marcus's lap as if it were his personal seat. When the party ended and Harry escorted Hermione out, the girl pulled him into a deserted corridor and said after making sure there was no one around them, "Harry. I know who is the person who cursed your flying broomstick."

He raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

"Snape!"

"Snape?"

The girl nodded, then recounted her deduction about the wound on Snape's leg and its connection to his attempt to enter the third floor room. How did he hear some Gryffindor children who were lost because of the moving stairs ending up in the third floor room and saw a terrible monster. "It was the monster that bit Snape, Harry." Then he recounted his adventure of sneaking into the teacher's seat and lighting a fire into his robe to stop him from casting spells.

Harry laughed loudly because he could imagine it from the pieces of the future he saw. Harry didn't think it would still happen even if he walked into a different dormitory. Well, seeing that the broom is still cursed, of course that kind of possibility can still happen.

"Oh Hermione! I can convince you if it's not professor Snape!"

Hermione squinted. "How do you know?"

"Hm... I know because this isn't the first time he's tried to harm students."

Hermione widened her eyes. "Troll? You think if that person put the Trolls in the castle?" saw Harry nodding, he added, "Who?"

"You don't have to worry about it, Hermione. Because the Principal and many teachers took turns to look after the things he was looking for," she replied ambiguously. Hermione looked at his dreamy face and bit her lip. Then he bothered. "So it has something to do with the goods guarded on the third floor."

That's a statement, not a question. Also made Harry startled that the girl was able to deduct to this extent. He nodded. "How did you know it was eyeing something on the third floor?"

Hermione rolled her eyeballs. "That's obvious. Dumbledore made an announcement to stay away from the third floor so that anyone who was eyeing what was there would be provoked.

Harry nodded, "That's right, but you don't have to worry because the thing there is not the real thing. Even if the professors take turns to guard it, but they don't know if the real thing is still Dumbledore's perverted."

"How can you know so many things!" grumbled Hermione with a frown. Harry just sings as he dries his shoulders. Hermione gasped, "Oh no! I heard that some Gryffindor children bet to go to the third floor!"

Harry twisted an eyebrow, "You have to prevent them as much as Possible Hermione. That place is dangerous." The girl nodded. "You'd better go back to the dormitory immediately. Soon it will be a curfew." After briefly hugging Harry, the girl ran out of the basement corridor. When Harry turned around, it felt like his heart seemed to jump out of the mouth and pretend to be dead when he saw Marcus leaning back while waiting for him.

"Have you finished playing detective?"

Harry rolled his eyeballs. "It's just Hermione. But I have already warned him to stay away from the third floor."

"Hm... what exactly is on the third floor?"

"Something the Unicorn sucker is after," he replied ambiguously. Marcus pulled gently on her hair, but didn't bring it back up.

"But you won't interfere with such a dangerous thing, right?"

Harry shook his head, "Of course not," he cast a look as if to say, you guess who I am?

"Not even if miss Granger were involved?"

It made him squint, "I will prevent it before it happens."

From then on, Harry had been closely observing professor Quirrell's turban. "He looks sick," Marcus commented to which Harry replied with a nod. Yes, it is likely because you can't drink Unicorn's blood. He will be weakened and if he is lucky, it will be difficult to face the traps on the third floor. Harry had made sure that whoever faced him later, would benefit. So he's going to wash his hands out of that issue.

The snow was getting thicker by christmas. The green hills are now a white rug like cotton. It was so dense that it created a long trail as Hagrid's giant body pulled pieces of the christmas tree to complete the décor. Harry waddled safely in a sling as usual, while Marcus's long legs carried them down the yard. Hedwig flew high above their heads. One by one their friends said goodbye, even Hermione. Leaving only the two of them in Slytherin house. The professors eliminated all the long tables except one, making them all eat together. Harry felt sorry for the students who choked while eating in front of professor Snape. His eerie gaze was really relentless. But it didn't matter to Harry, because he had a cruel Slytherin and his own temperament that he could monopolize.

On christmas morning, by the foot of the bed there were already stacks of gifts from his friends and one nameless gift containing a disappearing cloak that he knew was from Dumbledore. Does it include a gift if it belongs to him from the beginning? Dumbledore borrowed from his father, after all.

Harry ignored the disappearing cloak and ran towards the closet. He grabbed the small bundle that was there and immediately returned to Flint who looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I know you bought most of the gifts for my friends, but I don't want you to buy your own gifts. So I asked Grigotts to send him the watch I saw the last time I was there. I thought it was a good fit for a christmas present," she said, thrusting it. The young man slowly opened it carefully, until the box showed a classic watch with diamond and gold decoration, but it didn't seem too much when worn. Had Harry known giving watches was a tradition that the lady had done to the head of the family, whether it was a father or a husband. Wearing it easily, the watch adjusted its size to Marcus's wrist.

Harry twitched uneasily as Marcus seemed to be in deep thought while observing his gift. Then suddenly Harry was pulled into his lap. The muscular arms hugged Harry firmly, while Marcus rubbed his lips against his forehead fondly, "Trims, Harry. Now it's my turn," with a flick of a finger, suddenly a white robe with soft feathers adorning the brim, fell gently covering her back. The robe was so beautiful that it made Harry gasp. He buried his face in his soft feathers, before looking up with a big smile, "Trims, Marcus. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, princess." Harry hit him hard.

Christmas into spring feels so fast, especially when your mind is preoccupied with various quidditch tasks and matches. Every now and then the vision of the future would knock for a moment on Harry's consciousness, but none of them were as severe as his vision of Basiliks. Although he knew where and how to open the secret room, Harry was not in the mood to go there. If possible he would have prevented the occurrence of most of the events he saw. Among all that occasionally professor Dumbledore invited him to the principal's office and gave him absurd impulses full of Gryffindor tendencies such as walking around alone at night in his disappearing cloak.

Harry knew if the man wanted to know the contents of his head by looking at what he saw in the erised mirror because his Legilimency was unable to penetrate the seer's head. But in fact, beyond Dumbledore's knowledge, he had already visited the erised mirror. And he had no intention of repeating it. Still vividly remembered how shocked he was when he found out there was a difference from what he saw when he entered Gryffindor and now. He didn't see his parents. Harry didn't understand why he didn't see his parents? Could it be because he had come to terms with the fact that it could not have happened so that it was no longer his deepest desire?

Both of his parents are now replaced by the image of himself and Marcus. The only difference is that they are a few years older and Marcus is still carrying him, even though Harry's legs are already much longer. He wears his christmas gift fur robe while Marcus wears the lord's robe. It made him smile, but also sad to realize that he didn't want them to stay away when he graduated from Hogwarts. That night, knowing something was upsetting Harry, Marcus accompanied Harry to sit in front of the fireplace while he slowly fell asleep.

Nothing special happened after that. Only Hermione told him that Ron Weasley and his two cronies, I don't know what model deduction, decided to stop Snape from stealing what was guarded on the third floor, Harry just had Hermione report it to McGonagal. He knew the principal was not in place—or deliberately not in place. The rest is history. Ron Weasley and his two friends were found unconscious in one of the traps in the room, but alive. The erised mirror broke into pieces. No one knew the fate of professor Quirell other than that the man vanished because of his madness and his fear of his own shadow. There's a lot of confusion between believing and not at Ron and his friends' remarks that they were instrumental in stopping the bad guys trying to steal what was guarded on the third floor. Though they didn't do anything.

But that didn't stop Dumbledore with his favoritism, providing additional points for a brave attitude etc(Harry didn't listen, or was offended at the twinkling of the eyes directed at him, having been too busy struggling with Marcus before they had to separate until the new school year). However, even with the addition of points, they still can't beat the points that Slytherin collected endlessly throughout the year combined with the points from the quidditch cup. So that the whole hall ended in green and slytherin emblems. Cheers sounded, while Professor Snape stared smugly behind the dormitory trophy that was in front of him. Whatever the origin can please the potion master.

Harry returned to the Dusley family with a heavy heart for having to part with Marcus. Harry didn't let go of his embrace, even if they were standing in a public place and Marcus put on his pureblood mask, but Harry didn't care! The young man just rubbed the top of Harry's head without any words of comfort. But it was more than enough because Harry knew behind the pureblood mask, Marcus cared. The proof is that he did not extricate himself even though Harry acted like a koala amid the gazes of many people, including lords and lady wizards. But that doesn't change the fact that they had to separate, and Marcus had to be apparated to Flint Manor immediately.

The young man cupped Harry's cheek and promised to send him a letter. But Harry wasn't sure it was going to happen. He saw the young man stepping away into the apparated special area. Harry turned around, sighing with a determined face. Setting oneself on a destiny that is not easy in plain sight. Welcome to hell.