Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

When Neville saw her, he could only think that the girl was a true beauty, she had delicate features, she had a confident demeanor and her figure was that of a magazine model, being what he assumed would dazzle many with her generous busts and well-proportioned rear, and so She assumed quite firm, full lips painted delicately with a blood red lipstick that matched the soft makeup and that made her milk-pale skin stand out, her blue eyes were not light like Daphne's but rather a deep blue, because of how It looked elegant but at the same time mysterious, he understood that it was new, the girl is wearing a dark purple dress with black details.

-Excuse me, Mr...

—Longbottom, Neville heir to the ancient and noble Longbottom family—Neville introduced himself according to tradition.

—A pleasure, Heir Longbottom—said the girl, upon hearing her voice he deduced from her last year that she had an Eastern European accent—I am Tatiana of the noble Volkov family.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Madame Volkov," Neville greeted her, taking her hand and giving her a kiss.

"I see that knights still exist in England," Tatiana stated with an air of interest.

—That's what they usually say, anyway, where are you from, madam, I recognize your last name, but I don't remember what country you're from? Neville asked.

—My family is of Russian origin, my last name dates back to the time of the beginning of the Russian Empire, although we currently reside in Ukraine due to…complications—Tatiana explained calmly, although I noticed that her gaze darkened slightly at the end of her explanation—well, My parents decided that I should finish at the so-called great magical school in all of Europe, perhaps the world, known as Hogwarts.

"Well, in that case, Madame, I hope that your stay at Hogwarts is as pleasant as possible, if you'll excuse me, we'll see you soon," Neville said goodbye.

"Have a safe trip, heir Longbottom," Tatiana also said goodbye.

After that Neville entered the train and began to walk between the cars pondering about this new student.

Although Neville would admit that she seemed nice, there was something about Tatiana that didn't convince Neville, there was something in the girl's look that told him that this girl would be a problem in the future, but for now he discarded the idea, opting to wait and see, eventually. Just as obviously keeping an eye on her, he felt the train begin to move towards Hogwarts.

After going through the carriages Neville found Harry, Daphne and Hermione. He entered the carriage and sat down, he saw that half of Harry's body and head were lying on Daphne's lap and between Daphne's legs, which reminded him of what Harry once told him:

“If I had to choose how to die I would do it lying with my head on Daphne's legs, if I died that way, I would die like a king.”

It seemed curious and at the same time somewhat ironic since Harry died, and not in the legs of his beloved but on a table surrounded by his loved ones in the middle of a ritual to tear that part of Voldemort out of himself, it had worked but The image of Harry dead, his pale body and calm face and how the now missing lightning bolt scar on his forehead turned red and then expelled the fragmented and corrupted soul of Voldemort would be something Neville would never forget, just thinking about it made his hands. She felt heavy and her left foot trembled. She hoped she would not see that image in real life for a long time, although she knew that this image would be part of her memories for the rest of her life.

In the seat in front of Daphne and Harry was Hermione and down on the floor sleeping curiously were Crookshanks and Lucian.

—Everything okay, guys? —Neville asked, sitting next to Hermione.

—Yes, everything is fine Nev. Why did it take you so long? —Hermione asked and then looked at the horizon with a lost look in her eyes.

Neville knew why he was like this even almost three months later the haze of Ron's death only grew heavier now that they were leaving for Hogwarts again after the summer.

"I met a girl with black hair, blue eyes like yours Daphne," Neville pointed out to which Daphne looked at him questioningly, "colder but they were similar and she was transferred from Durmustrang here by her parents, she is Russian, her name is Tatiana..."

"Tatiana Volkov," Daphne said in a low, ice-cold tone, but her gaze showed a hatred that Neville never thought he would see in Daphne's eyes unless it was the Death Eaters. "Is fucking Tatiana Volkov going to study?" here?

—If it seems that way, now I wonder, How do you know this girl? Neville asked.

—She is theoretically a distant cousin of mine, her family the Volkovs are a cadet branch of the Greengrass family, my family has historically had no openly supremacist member except one Markus Volkov, he is the black stain in the history of my family, he was a supremacist and aspiring dark wizard was exiled and stripped of any inheritance or place in my family after being an accomplice of a dark wizard who began terrorizing towns in Norway. His father Bastian Greengrass, disgusted by what his son had done, stripped him of his last name and disowned him as son just as he removed the familiar skin tattoos from Markus's skin and marked him with a curse that would make him if he tried to put the tattoos he had on his skin again—Daphne explained before the attentive gaze of Hermione and Neville— The magic would reject the tattoo and a curse would be activated that would cause Markus' body to begin to rot from skin to bone.

The shock and surprise hit Neville and Hermione as hard as any of the first blows they received in their first days of training with Slade, for although they knew the brutal nature of the Greengrass family curses this was by far a curse that he knew Daphne would save for someone who deserved it.

—But at the risk of sounding redundant, how do you know Tatiana? —Hermione asked again.

"Tatiana, she was a classmate at a boarding school for witches that my parents took me to when I was 8 years old and the two years that followed were the worst of my existence and Tatiana made sure of it," Daphne said as she focused on looking at someone else. side and stroked Harry's hair, ending that part of their talk.

—Okay… when do we have to meet with the other prefects? Neville asked Hermione.

"In three hours, Nev," Hermione assured.

Four hours had passed since Harry had been sleeping, a time in which he slept as peacefully as he could but from one moment to the next he felt strange.

The dream sequence now transported him to a place he knew all too well.

Little Hangleton Cemetery

He felt an unusual pressure on his neck when he tried to turn his neck, he felt that pressure begin to tighten around his neck to the point that he began to feel like he was short of breath. He focused his gaze again on the area where he was supposed to pay attention, looking away. Out of the corner of his eye he realized that his hands were tied, when he heard an explosion.

He watched as three boys fell to the ground and a glass shot away from them.

Realization hit Harry with such force that he realized what he was about to witness again.

"Wow, this certainly isn't Hogwarts," said his younger self.

—TAKE THE TRANSFER AND GET OUT OF HERE!!!

—DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME THEY ARE COMING CLOSER.

—LISTEN TO ME DAMN IT, HE'S GOING TO KILL RON!!!

Harry screamed with all his might but they didn't hear him, it was as if his words were air and his pleas were a soft breeze in the wind.

He watched as Ron paralyzed Cedric and then hid him with the invisibility cloak, putting him behind a grave. He listened as his younger self and Ron argued and he felt his heart begin to race because he knew what was coming.

"Harry, the tournament doesn't matter, something bigger is happening now," I hear Ron say.

It was then that he heard a prayer that even today made his blood run cold.

—Capture the boy, kill the spare.

In slow motion he saw Wormtail cast the killing curse, that sickly green light flew towards his and Ron's younger self, he saw them crouch down, narrowly avoiding the killing curse and then stand up.

He watched Ron push to the side, throwing himself to the ground as he angled his wand ready to return fire.

"Like hell not," I hear Ron growl.

Ron launched a barrage of spells at Wormtail which had thrown the baby-mort to the floor, the fight between the two was brief but intense.

The redhead with cunning and strategy managed to break Wormtail's shield while a forceful spell hit Wormtail's left hand, breaking it, the coward's scream of pain was something he did not remember well (perhaps because when he returned to Hogwarts he was almost on the verge of fainting from blood loss)

With an aguamenti wetting Wormtail who, confused, was hit by a spell that tied his feet, falling to the ground when he tried to get up. He saw how a red beam hit him in his hand where his wand was.

—EXPELLIARMUS—I hear Ron's voice shout and then see how the Wormtail wand fell to the ground—I'm going to finish this once and for all, for Harry's parents, for me and my destiny, goodbye, damned coward.

Ron was ready to finish it when his younger self grabbed his arm and they began to struggle until they finally broke apart.

"What are you supposed to do Ron, we have to take him to Hogwarts, he has a lot to answer for," said his younger self.

"Exactly, what happened last time? We captured him, the DMLE took him away and this trash escaped and look where we are now, he tried to kill us and the damn thing I don't doubt why not finish this trash now," said Ron in a reproachful tone that Even today it hurt him to listen to Harry.

—It is not our place, justice is what has to take care of it, it is not our place to be a jury, judge and executioner—answered his younger self.

—Harry, there are enemies who will never understand things with words, those are the demons that we must kill if we want to live, fight you live, otherwise you die, because it is not wrong to fight for justice, even if sometimes you have to do horrible things for it to happen. "Those who deserve justice get it," said Ron as he pointed his wand at Pettigrew. "The time is approaching, Harry, you will have to make a decision."

—What of what…

At that moment Harry saw how his younger self was tied by ropes, he felt his breath stop knowing what was about to happen, he tried to look away or even closed his eyes but he couldn't.

—§This is your fault§—I hear a voice murmur in Parseltongue.

He watched as Ron tried unsuccessfully to attack Pettigrew only to be cut by a cutting curse across his chest along the length from the birth of Ron's right arm to the left side of Ron's hip, and watched him fall to the ground while clutching his chest. wounded, he heard small whimpers come out of him as if he refused to give Wormtail the pleasure of hearing him scream in pain.

The moment was approaching and it was whether time would slow down for Harry.

Staring as Ron with all the strength he had left from the loss of blood he managed to get to his knees.

He attempted to point his wand at Pettigrew, but the Death Eater cast a bone-breaking curse at Ron's hand.

A turquoise light came from Pettigrew's wand drawn towards Ron's wand hand, a horrible crack was heard while something fell to the ground.

He watched as Ron looked at his younger self one last time and knew he gave him one last smile.

Ron faced Pettigrew with a challenging look.

"Suck it," Ron growled, looking defiant.

—Avada Kedavra.

Then a sickly green light came out of the light accompanied by that terrifying sound impact on the one who was a brother to Harry, his best friend, his faithful ally and the part of his heart that until the day he heart and the essence of Harry leave your body.

He looked down at the ground with a few tears on his face and then raised his gaze towards where he saw a humanoid figure with a serpentine face that would scare a small child with those red eyes that denoted pure evil.

Lord Voldemort.

He saw a dark smile full of grim satisfaction on his serpentine face, Harry regained all the self-control he possessed and said:

"I know you're listening to me Tom, I want you to listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you," Harry said with a defiant look at the manifestation within Harry's dream to his worst enemy. "I'm going to kill you, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I'm going to kill you."

"We'll see about that, Potter," Voldemort said with a look full of confidence and disdain. "You were never taught not to threaten someone superior to you."

—You may be right, but you would be right if you were truly superior to me—Harry provoked him, seeing how a grimace of disgust formed on Voldemort's serpentine face—but I didn't threaten you, I made you a promise.

Gathering all his magical force, the image of his dream began to tremble, the statues on the tombstones began to collapse just as lightning began to fall on the ground and the grass began to burn and the illusion began to crumble as if it were a wall.

Harry began to pull on his ropes with all his might, growling he felt like a chained animal struggling to free himself, he felt the ropes tightening around his limbs the pressure from the rope that was at his throat was overwhelming him his breathing was becoming erratic but He refused to give up.

The fire burned like hellfire, burning away all the fears that Voldemort had tried to flood into his mind, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He saw images of his family, images of his best moments with his loved ones and the love he felt for each of them, the love in his eyes, his beloved Daphne, he did not do anything. more than inflaming the fire within him.

He illustrated all his pain and burned it, the cemetery began to burn with greater intensity because of the lightning, he saw how the illusion of Voldemort tried to repel the flames, but it was useless, it was as if the devil was after him to take him to hell, but He didn't know that Harry was already there and he wasn't going to let it be his death.

He opened his eyes, breathing heavily, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs, exhaled and then sat down looking at his friends (who had already arrived from the prefects meeting) and his couple who were looking at him. worried.

-What happened? —Daphne asked, worried about her husband.

"Riddle, step," said Harry, holding his head with his left hand, while he clenched his right hand tightly into a fist, the sound of his foot tapping the floor was present in the compartment.

"Damn," Neville growled.

"Did he..." Hermione asked, worried that Voldemort had seen what they were planning.

"No, he didn't see what we were planning," Harry commented, visibly or at least partially reassuring his friends and wife, "but the damn project was a nightmare."

—What kind of nightmare? —Hermione asked, concerned about the state of her best friend's mental health.

Harry debated whether to say it or not, especially fearing Hermione's reaction. Her condition had worried him since the test at the FVCM, but he knew it would be worse to hide it.

"Ron," Harry simply said.

What was said hit the boys like a bucket of cold water, Ron's death was still a sensitive chord among everyone, Daphne took Harry's hand as a sign of support, while Neville limited himself to looking at Hermione who had a smile. He looked more lost than when he entered the compartment when the train was already moving.

The truth was that beyond how he died in very general aspects, both Cedric and Harry had not revealed much about how Ron had died despite sporadic attempts to find out what exactly happened that night, only Harry and Cedric knew exactly what. It had happened in that cemetery that night.

The compartment, for a brief moment, had a frozen silence in the air, which was cut by a Seamus who was gasping for air and with his face red from the effort.

"What's wrong, Seamus," Harry asked bluntly.

"Your sister-in-law...her friends...the ferret," he said intermittently as he caught his breath, Hermione handed him a bottle of water—thank you—Seamus thanked, opening the bottle and taking a big drink of water—ahh, I needed that, anyway, we have a problem.

-Which problem? Daphne asked with a frown.

"First Lady, her little sister and her friends are fighting with Malfoy's gang 7 compartments in front of us right now," Seamus reported.

As if he didn't have enough problems.

Getting up, the 5 left the compartment at a determined pace, crossing the small hallway between the cars and the compartments.

The sound of voices began to become more palpable in his ears, sounds of boys urging him to continue the ongoing fight.

They saw many students grouped in one part, they looked at each other and realized that they had already arrived at the place in question.

Between pushes, they began to make their way until they finally reached the center of the scene, the atmosphere was so hot that it seemed to boil as if it were hot oil.

They saw Ernie Abercrombie, presumably beaten to the ground, being kicked in the stomach by Goyle, who had a bruise on his eye the size of a tennis ball, since, compared to his attacker, Ernie was somewhat smaller and thinner than someone The size and height of Goyle took the opportunity to subject him to brutal punishment while Ernie grunted and groaned in pain, his back hurt and his throat burned because the bully, attacking him, grabbed him by the neck and then pushed him against the wall, making him fell to the ground and from there he because Ernie was in that position that was so, to put it kindly, “disadvantageous.”

Elsewhere, Dennis Creevey, who had a somewhat similar size to his opponent, was having a tough one-on-one fight with Crabbe, which they could deduce from Crabbe's purple nose. Dennis was putting up a good fight, which did not mean that it was noticeable by his appearance. The sweater somewhat torn at the neck and the cut cheek staining his face with blood showed that he had had a complicated fight, Dennis giving him a set of blows to the stomach and chest and then connecting an uppercut with his right hand and a hook with his left hand to send him to the ground.

He looked at his friend and saw him being brutally kicked by Goyle.

—Hey fat idiot, pick on someone your size! —Dennis shouted, drawing the bully's attention.

When Goyle saw Dennis, he menacingly headed towards Dennis, who with a look of pure rage and defiance signaled him to come closer while showing his teeth threateningly, crouched down a little to gain momentum to go against Goyle. , the blood ran furiously through his veins and his heart beat at full speed, full of energy and adrenaline, he prepared himself.

Dennis quickly ran directly into the torso of the big Slytherin bully, doing a brutal "spear" at him, throwing Goyle to the ground and then climbing on top of Goyle and starting to elbow him in the face.

Astoria on the other hand, was seen on top of Draco's back at an unnatural angle while Astoria held both of Draco's legs tightly, applying pressure to Draco's lower back and lower back while the rest of Draco's body was against the floor forming a figure that remembered the letter “W”, they saw how the one who was the standard-bearer inside the Slytherin house of blood supremacy begged a girl for mercy who had just turned 12 last spring.

—Who is the little crying girl now?! Hey, you good-for-nothing coward! —Astoria shouted at Draco, applying more pressure to the key than Astoria was brutally applying to him.

Looking at each other, they collectively asked themselves why on earth they decided to start a fight when they had been told to stay out of sight and not look for trouble? Then they decided that it was time to end the fight. Harry with a look indicated him to proceed.

Neville grabbed Astoria, who compared to Neville's almost six feet tall, was very small for hers, he took her in her arms and put her on her back while the girl kicked to let her continue with the fight.

Between Seamus and some newcomers, Cedric, Blaise and Dean were in charge of taking the other two who, like their friend, were struggling.

"Take them to my compartment," Harry ordered Hermione, while the twins, Ginny, Theo and Luna were present on the scene to support Harry, who also noticed that Susan Bones, Ernie McCmillan, Colin Creevey, among others were there. In the scene.

Draco, who barely got up, was furious, wanting to attack that blood traitor bitch and his mudblood friends for what they did to him, looking forward he saw an imperturbable Harry.

-What are you doing here? Potter, where is that wild traitor Greengrass blood—Draco spat, earning a dirty look from everyone but especially from Harry—when I put my hands on him...

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy heir," Harry snapped, with firmness in his voice that judging by the small tremble in Draco's gaze, Harry knew he managed to intimidate him, "show more respect, that girl has more courage than you will have." .

"This is none of your business and I recommend that you go back to your blood traitor, mudblood and squib friends after all, lest while you're gone they get killed just like Weasley's blood traitor," Draco muttered.

Something inside Harry threatened to come to light, a voice that told him to grab the platinum-haired boy by the neck, throw him to the ground and step on his head so many times that it only looked like a pulp covered in blood, but he knew that wasn't it. Right, he hated the Malfoy, but to Harry, Draco was still a stuck-up piece of trash.

But that same piece of trash was a criminal who had done something horrible to a Muggle-born girl to join Voldemort's ranks, and no matter how many of his instincts told him to teach her a “lesson” he held back.

"Don't you dare talk about Ron like that, ferret," Harry muttered in a tone of voice that terrified Draco. "Besides, what you said wasn't very intelligent."

"Why Potter?" “Eh, I'm just telling the truth,” Draco responded without realizing his situation.

"I recommend that you look around," Harry said in a harsh but calm tone.

Draco looked around him and took in his situation.

His thugs were still on the ground, beaten and writhing from the ferocity of the blows Dennis gave them, and as if that were not enough, he was alone.

He was surrounded by several students who, upon hearing what he said about Ron, most of them took out their wands to cast a spell on him for what he said, so knowing that if he continued talking he would only aggravate his situation, he decided to take the path of least confrontation, at least for now. It was the best course to follow.

Therefore, he proceeded to help Crabbe and Goyle to get up and then began to leave, while keeping his vigilance around him, the way to his compartment opened as the students allowed them to pass.

As he was leaving, he turned and looked at Harry and said:

"You and yours better watch each other's backs, Potter," Draco threatened Harry before finally leaving the scene.

Harry stared at him, wondering if what he said was to make himself look good or an act of stupidity.

"You know where to find me, Heir Malfoy, but I warn you, don't want to fuck with me because otherwise you're going to have a very bad time," said Harry, watching as Draco gave him a disdainful look and then left.

Seeing how Draco and his people left, everyone remained silent until they finally saw the trio of bullies belonging to the Slytherin house leave.

Susan with her reddish hair and brown eyes and imposing figure with an authoritative bearing as a prefect took over and said:

"Now everyone retire to your compartments, the "show" is over, ladies and gentlemen," Susan ordered in a firm and commanding voice, which reminded Harry of his Aunt Amelia. Susan approached Harry and said, "yes, you know what." This painted a target on Astoria and her friends' butts, right?

"Oh I know, Sue," Harry said in a lonely tone, "but remember that for people like Draco Malfoy, they are diners, and we are the food."

"Whatever you say, cousin," Susan said affectionately to Harry, who limited himself to a small smile, "remember that the entire house of Hufflepuff has your back."

—I don't doubt it, Sue, I don't doubt it...

Harry said goodbye, heading to his compartment where he would have to scold a group of pre-teens. He let out an exasperated sigh while he massaged his eyes with his hands. At one point he let out a small laugh because he now knew what Professor McGonagall was feeling. when he scolded them for getting him and Ron and Hermione into trouble.

He entered his compartment and saw Daphne scolding the trio that for a moment Harry allowed himself to smile because in his mind this is how he would see Daphne scolding the children they had together when they were older and the war was over, but at the same time seeing Ernie, Astoria and Dennis was like going back in time for him and he was sure it was for Hermione too, but Harry couldn't allow himself to look back nostalgically, he didn't have time for that.

He looked at the three boys who, if they were already afraid of the reprimand received by Daphne, now couldn't even look Harry in the eyes.

"Hermione, did you silence the compartment?" —Harry asked the brunette.

"Yes Harr, no sound will come out of this compartment," Hermione assured in a serious tone and looking disapprovingly at the minors who sank further into her seat.

"Okay, okay, now you three," said Harry, directing his gaze to the trio.

Harry looked at the three of them and said:

—What was it that I told you a week ago and yesterday before coming? —Harry asked calmly.

“That we should keep our heads down and not pick fights,” Dennis muttered under his breath, looking at the ground.

-That? "You said something, I didn't listen to you, repeat it please," said Harry, beginning to leave a tone of irritation in his voice.

—That we didn't look...

"That he didn't seek to start any damn confrontation with the fascists," Harry exclaimed, totally irritated by the actions of the minors. "That the hell he possessed them to start a fucking fight against two ass-lickers and a fucking ferret."

"What happened was the three of us were..." Ernie was saying when he was hit in the arm by Astoria.

"Don't tell him anything, idiot, you'll ruin the surprise," Astoria admonished him, scolding him.

—What the hell is happening to you? —Ernie questioned Astoria—I remind you that all of this started because of you, and that led to that idiot Goyle kicking me while you were doing Jericho's wall to the ferret.

—Wall of what? —Hermione asked, confused by what Ernie said.

—The key that Astoria gave to Malfoy was the surrender key of a WCW wrestler named Chris Jericho, he uses that key to submit or make his opponents surrender in the ring—Dennis explained repentantly—and what happened was that …

Astoria, Ernie and Dennis were in a compartment alone, Astoria was next to Dennis in the front seat, she had a notebook on her leg and a pencil in her hand while she was writing something down in said notebook., Dennis for his part had some drumsticks. In his hands with which he hit a pad to practice making different rhythms, while in front of them Dennis tried to give a melody on the guitar to the lyrics composed by Astoria.

“How about trying a tribal rhythm or something like that for the intro,” Astoria suggested.

Then Dennis began to play a rhythm, marking the lowest notes by hitting the pad with a semi-tribal Groove.

"That's it, keep it up," Astoria said approvingly to Dennis and then looked at Ernie, "you start playing that riff you showed us."

Ernie on his acoustic guitar began to play a riff that from the way he played, seemed so rhythmic that playing it seemed to imitate the rhythm that Dennis was making on the pad just playing the 6th string on the 5th and 7th frets of the fretboard while maintaining the dominant note at the 7th fret.

Everything was flowing until they heard the compartment door open.

Ernie almost quickly put his guitar aside, while Dennis instinctively stood up, ready for whatever was in front of them. Astoria, adopting her pureblood lady façade, stood up gracefully and looked at the three intruders.

That they were neither more nor less than Draco Malfoy accompanied by his thugs Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, who, compared to the blonde, looked like two halves of a wardrobe due to the size and width of their physical build, there was an obvious difference.

"Greengrass, I must say that the summer has been quite good for you," Draco said, looking lasciviously at Astoria.

Which makes Ernie almost jump to attack Draco, but Astoria motioned for him to stop with an "I'll take care of it" look.

"Heir Malfoy, I would like to say the same thing, but it would be lying, and my dear mother taught me that I should not tell lies," Astoria responded sardonically. "If it was about you coming to say hello, she has already done so, so I ask you to please leave."

"In fact, I wanted to offer you to spend some time with us," Draco offered with a gleam in his gray eyes that disturbed Ernie and made Dennis tense.

"I'm sorry to decline the offer, heir Malfoy, as I'm busy," Astoria said, dismissing Draco.

She walked to her seat and turned around as someone took her arm. Ernie and Dennis, upon seeing this, mentally prepared themselves for one of the multiple scenarios they devised in their heads of how it would end, which was not very encouraging because the result was approaching was one and only one result...

A fight.

"I'm sorry too, but I must insist," Draco responded with a smile that anyone would consider charming, but the shine in Draco's gray eyes promised anything but good.

"Could you please let me go," Astoria said, starting to get irritated, she felt how the blonde standard-bearer of everything she despised tightened his grip on Astoria's arm. "You're hurting me, please let go," she repeated, to which Draco ignored, which he did. Let Astoria go from irritation to rage—let go of my arm, supremacist trash, or you won't like how this ends.

"Or what? Neither Potter nor your blood traitor bitch sister are around"Draco responded with a smile full of irony and sarcasm.

Ernie, who was already boiling with rage, his face had turned red, and he had a murderous look on his face, the situation was already leading him to almost lose control until...

Astoria let out a pained moan at how Draco was holding her arm tightly.

—She told you to let her go! —Ernie shouted, taking everyone by surprise.

It was then that without Draco being able to react, he felt Ernie's fist connect with his face, making him let go of Astoria while the blonde was sent backwards, almost falling against Crabbe and Goyle.

Dennis grabbed Astoria when she let go, he saw how Draco's two goons were approaching to attack his friend, so he quickly put Astoria behind the fence of the compartment window, and he climbed on top of the compartment seat and, gaining momentum, he launched himself. With his arms outstretched against Crabbe taking them both to the ground, falling with a thud.

Ernie, who had given the first blow, was pushed towards the seat and then began to feel how Goyle began to hit him in his stomach and face, barely being able to connect the occasional blow to Goyle's ribs that seemed not to hurt the bully, Astoria. She was stunned for a few seconds until she reacted and went to where Goyle was hitting Ernie. She jumped on Goyle's back to begin squeezing his eyes with her hands to somehow make the bully stop attacking his friend.

Goyle grunted in pain as he felt Astoria press her eyes against Goyle's. Ernie took advantage of that to kick Goyle in the testicles and then begin to try to "respond" to the physical punishment that Goyle was subjecting him to. Astoria got off her back when she saw how Ernie began to “answer” Goyle's blows.

Astoria felt someone grab her hair forcefully, causing her to let out a small cry of pain, feeling like someone began to drag her. She tried to hold her against the floor but felt how they began to drag her out of the compartment.

"Damn bitch, blood traitor!" —Draco shouted, dragging Astoria, who upon hearing Malfoy's voice, a burning fire of rage was fueled inside her.

Draco began to drag her and grabbed her tightly by her hair. Dennis, seeing this, tried to reach her but was stopped by a Crabbe who grabbed him by the neck of her sweater and then received a blow to the face.

Remembering the defense lessons her sister Daphne had given her, Astoria managed to elbow Draco in the ribs, causing him to let go of her, and then kicked him in the center of the stomach and then kicked him in the center of the jaw. Draco, sending him to the ground.

—After that we continued fighting them until you arrived and separated us —Dennis concluded.

Ernie looked at the ground with regret and guilt, knowing that what he had done was wrong, but it was the right thing to do because the situation had escalated more than was possible.

"God, Tory," Daphne said, letting out a sigh as she motioned for the other two boys to move so she could sit with her sister. She sat next to Astoria and gave her a side hug. "I'm sorry for getting mad at you, but understand that we didn't know what had happened and if something bad had happened to them, if something bad had happened to you, I...

"I know, and I understand, but you already have too much on your plate to take care of the three of us and this was our fight, not yours," Astoria justified.

"I understand, believe me I understand you, but you are my little sister, it is my responsibility to protect you from idiots like Draco Malfoy," Daphne responded, squeezing her against her in her embrace, creating a scene between the sisters.

Harry, who had listened carefully to everything despite his still irritation at the fact that the trio had started a fight, could understand Ernie in his way of acting to protect Astoria in a way that reminded him of himself during third year when he had a brutal fight against Draco and his henchmen.

He could understand it, but not justify it, but he knew that punishing him harshly would be too unfair for the three of them, after all, they were pre-teens and Malfoy.

Malfoy hadn't even started the school year yet and was already winning tickets for Harry to reveal Lucius Malfoy's “dark little secret,” but he held back because of what FP had told him about the underworld movements Lucius Malfoy was driving in Voldemort's name were true he would need to find the right moment to knock down both the ferret father and the son from the tower of Babel that Harry was building for them.

"Well, I understand the need to defend your loved ones better than anyone else, especially if it's a Greengrass sister," Harry began with a slight crooked smile directed at Daphne and then winked at her. But that does not mean that what they did was extremely reckless, they disobeyed us, and they have put a bigger target on their backs as I already said, but, as I said, they did not act in a reckless and savage way but to defend themselves and each other. Which leads me to the determination that from now on we will intensify your training to 4 hours a day every day starting next weekend and Astoria will begin to work on the closed circuit radios between the FVCM, us and the chamber of the secrets that will hopefully keep you busy enough for Malfoy and his idiots to go against you, Ernie you will help Astoria with the closed circuit and also to create a way that computers, radios or any electronic system does not fail at Hogwarts and your Dennis will see to it that Those three stay out of trouble, are we clear?

"Yes," the three said in unison, knowing that they had gotten it cheap.

"Nev, find Seamus and Dean, tell them to assign people to watch these three in the hallways, tell them I'll pay 140 galleons an hour to those who watch this pair and make sure they don't get into trouble," Harry told him. He ordered Neville.

—What if one of them betrays us? Harry, remember that we can't trust any student thirsty for a couple of galleons because if someone like Malfoy makes them a better offer, don't doubt that they will accept, and they could put the boys at risk or even expose you," Hermione warned him. To Harry, not wanting him to make a mistake that would lead to consequences that could harm him more than benefit him.

"Don't worry, Hermione, it won't happen," said Daphne, reassuring her best friend. "Neville, before you pay him, have Seamus and Dean take him with you and interview him and study him, bring us those you consider prospects who would not betray us and would be loyal to us, then You will bring them to us so that we judge them, and then we will decide," Daphne explained while her gaze was icy calculating and cold in her tone. "For those who have been chosen, we will need at least 7 people to watch over them, when we choose them we will make them swear by the code skip the silence...

The omertà code was a code of silence between mafia members of the Cosa Nostra and mainly families that were of Sicilian origin, which ensured that every member who belonged to the family in the face of the darkest activities of said family had to remain silent before said activities. Either out of loyalty to the family or fear of retaliation, since the code states that there is no worse crime and act of cowardice than denouncing a member of said family.

"And then they will make an unbreakable oath to ensure their silence," Daphne said with cruel simplicity, but before Hermione's somewhat judging gaze, "or to not be so harsh an oath with which if they betray us they will lose their magic, let's teach them that if they do Something against this family will have serious consequences that will not be able to be solved so easily.

"Understood," Neville said somewhat confused, going to look at Dean and Seamus, "I'll make the twins stay with them after all, maybe they can help that pair with their little bandage."

"With that being clear, I only have one question for you three, and you must be completely honest, or I will be very angry," Harry said with a frighteningly serious voice that scared the trio who tried not to look scared in front of Harry. What is the name of your band? —Harry asked with a reassuring smile to the trio.

Seeing Harry's smile, the trio calmed down knowing that they weren't going to get into any more trouble than they already had, Astoria knowing that she couldn't keep that secret for so long and looking for support from her friends.

—Our band, it's called “The Mad Gear And Missile Kid” we want to do something different, something that feels real because “The Weird Sisters” can stay with their love ballads, people needed something strong, something angry to channel the shit they "It's coming even if they don't know it," Astoria stated with encouragement in her voice. "The situation is that you don't know a place to play, but it doesn't matter, we will find a place to play, no matter if it's in the basement of a bar, a club, or Whatever it is we are only interested in playing.

—Then we will support you as much as we can, but no more secrets and that goes for the guys, you understand? —Harry said, to which the three nodded. Okay, no more fighting from now on and keep your head down and don't attract attention, stand down.

The three boys left.

Harry, Hermione and Daphne realized that they were getting closer to Hogwarts, so they decided it was time to change, so Harry went out to give the ladies privacy even though one of them was already his wife, so he went to change. A bathroom I found.

He reflected a little on what had happened and realized that he had to turn to someone with greater experience and knowledge of occlumency and that person was none other than Severus Snape. Because on this occasion he had gotten her cheap, but he knew that with that intrusion of Riddle into his mind, but maybe next time he wouldn't have that luck, so it was better to be safe than sorry later.

He finished adjusting the red and gold tie of his Gryffindor uniform and then left the bathroom and headed to the compartment where Theo, Blaise, Ginny, Luna and Tracey were.

He walked through the people until he finally reached the compartment where his friends were.

"Remember that we will meet in the bathroom on the second floor to begin preparing the chamber to be our base of operations," Harry informed his friends.

—Understood Harr, what time will we meet? —Ginny asked.

—At 200 hours, we will have little more than 1 or 2 hours to leave some things there and install some things —Harry responded and then left.

On the way, Harry felt the train stop which let him know that they had already arrived at Hogwarts, the only place that he had considered home for a long time, a refuge where he would not have to deal with his relatives but would have to deal with all kinds of problems, Hogwarts. It was by far Harry's first home, and he knew it would be until the day he died, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

I had to keep going, the road was long and things seemed like they were going to get worse before they got better, but many things in life tend to be like that, but that doesn't mean that it's not worth fighting to move forward despite the pain and that. Harry knew it well, now he had things and people to fight for, and he would defend them with everything he had.

He met up with Daphne and Hermione, took Daphne's hand, and they left the train heading to the carriages while Hermione headed to guide the first years with Hagrid.

The journey between the station and the castle was calm, although at times he was worried about seeing the thestrals, but he ignored the feeling, taking refuge on the shoulder of his beloved Daphne.

After arriving at the castle, they began to walk towards the dining room when they met Professor McGonagall.

"Lord Potter, Lady Potter, just the people I wanted to talk to," the Transfiguration teacher greeted in a formal tone. I need to inform you of your new bedroom arrangements.

"Professor McGonagall, of course, I always have time for my favorite teacher," Harry mentioned in a tone that reminded Minerva painfully of one of her disgraced lions, James Potter.

"Lord Potter, I can see that you continue to maintain some of your father's old customs," Minerva responded, revealing a small smile, but then returned to her usual serious facade. "Anyway, I came to inform you that given your nuptials, which I was unable to attend, attend for a surprise and unpleasant meeting that day, as I said, since you are both married you will share a common room for the two of you, I only ask that you maintain decorum and do nothing inappropriate, you will be allowed to receive visitors, and you will be able to designate your password and not Don't worry about your luggage, it's already there, you understand.

"Of course, Professor," Daphne speaking on behalf of both of us, "if you'll excuse us, both you, and we have things to do."

With that, Harry and Daphne went to the great hall.

What followed was so fast that they could barely notice things like the house selection or how Daphne's distant cousin was sorted into Slytherin that it was already time for Dumbledore's speech.

The situation here was that Dolores Umbridge was not only the new DCAO teacher, but she interrupted Dumbledore in the middle of his speech which powerfully caught the attention of the group as to why she was doing such an act, but listening to how she talked about the ministry and so on they confirmed.

She was there to keep an eye on Dumbledore in case he wanted to make any political moves against Fudge, and to keep an eye on Harry and his allies for everything they represented politically. Listening to this speech made her want to confront the Death Eaters, but she knew that they had to control themselves, they would have to take her out. At least disable it as much as they could so as not to generate or draw unwanted attention from the dark faction or the ministry.

They would have to disable it, but they would wait for the moment, they didn't have to see them coming, the best move to take down the enemy is always the one that the enemy cannot predict.

—You know what this means, right? —Hermione murmured softly.

"Of course, the Ministry wants to control Hogwarts," Harry stated, to which Hermione nodded. We will have to be careful, she is a problem, and what do we do with problems.

"We eliminate them, exactly, if she is just a sheep, nothing bad will happen to her, but if she is a hyena dressed as a sheep, or she tries something against us to some innocent person, we will tear her to pieces," Daphne commented in a low voice.

When each of the houses began to leave, Harry saw in the periphery how both Draco and his bullies gave hateful glances to Astoria, Ernie and Dennis, but he knew that Draco would not do anything because it was already humiliating that Harry would send him back. To his cubicle scolding and putting him down, it was even more humiliating to admit that both he and his bullies were defeated in a fight by Astoria, Dennis and Ernie.

Professor McGonagall told him that his couple's common room for him and Daphne was in a pavilion inside Gryffindor tower behind the frame of a painting of a couple of lions, placing the password under the name "Lupo e lupa." , they settled in the room that looked like a small apartment with three sofas, one large, one medium and one small and a table in the center as well as a small library full of books next to a portrait of a lady and a gentleman of the medieval times for their clothing.

The living room was dyed a soft red and gold that gave a homely vibe to the couple. They allowed themselves to snuggle up on the couch with them in their lap, enjoying the light caresses that their owners gave them from time to time, until finally the antique clock Mark 200 hours, both Harry and Daphne got up and silently prepared to meet the team.

Getting ready and leaving Lucian in her little bed near the fire, Daphne and Harry left their common room and before long they were reunited with Neville, Hermione, Ginny and the twins, they left Gryffindor tower with the Marauder's map in their hands. Hands to make sure they didn't run into Filch and his cat, along the way they ran into Cedric and Luna and then finally Theo, Tracey and Blaise.

They were all dressed in black with a hood covering them and with a backpack where in a miniature state they had much of the equipment they required to install everything in the camera.

Managing to skillfully avoid Filch, they reached the bathroom on the second floor. Upon entering, they made sure not to make any noise that could alert Myrtle. They managed to do so. Harry looked at the sink where the passage to the chamber was located and said...

—§ Open§ —Harry hissed in Parseltongue, managing to open the passage, he pulled out his wand which lit up—§Staircase§

A series of stairs began to be created, looking at each other, they entered the chamber while the passage closed behind them, they descended until they reached the door of the chamber of secrets.

Harry repeated the same word that he had already said, the tension was palpable, but there was trust between them, this was another step in their fight, not the last, but one that they would all take together.

When the door of the chamber finally opened, everyone launched a patronus that illuminated the entire chamber, the smell was nauseating, the floor and walls were dirty and without a doubt, they would have to work a lot to make it look like a base on which they could train, plan and meet, but they would.

Harry looked at his friends and wife and finally said:

—Well, let's start with this shit.