Stormbringer
Banging on the front door was so loud it woke Sirius from across the house.
"What the bloody hell?" He mumbled as he sat up.
Natasha sat up too having heard it. "At 1 in the morning?" She reached over into the stand and pulled out her stinger.
Sirius took the same idea and grabbed his wand next to the bed.
Harry and Regulus peaked out of their rooms as they walked by.
"Harry wait here," Natasha instructed.
"But..."
"Stay between the front door and Regulus." She ordered.
Harry nodded. It had to be someone I told so they shouldn't be dangerous...unless they're under someone's control...
Natasha stayed back as Sirius peeked behind the curtain next to the door.
"It's Remus and Wanda." He said.
Natasha. "Something must have happened." As she kept her hand at the ready.
Sirius nodded and opened the door. "Remus. Wanda, what's wrong?"
Remus stood there. The biggest smile he had ever had on his face.
"Remus?" Sirius tried again. This was starting to freak him out.
Remus simply motioned up behind him.
Sirius suddenly remembered what night it was when he saw the moon. He looked right back at Remus as the man had tears coming down his face.
"They...they did it."
"Moony's gone." Remus smiled through tear-filled eyes.
Sirius felt his starting to get misty as he saw pure genuine happiness on Remus's face.
On instinct, Sirius grabbed his brother and pulled him in. Remus hugged back just as tightly.
Wanda and Natasha both watched with a similar smiles on their faces.
At the top of the stairs, Harry and Regulus saw it too. Harry understood before his little brother and grew almost gleeful.
"Reg." He whispered. "The moon."
Regulus realized the night and what comes with every full moon. Then what he was seeing.
"I knew it!!" He shouted and ran down the stairs. Harry followed.
Remus pulled back laughing. "I will never doubt you again Reg."
"Good!" The boy tackled his waist.
"How was it?" Harry asked Wanda.
"Painful, but he is stronger than ever."
"You could have told me directly." He teased.
"And ruin the surprise?" She smirked back.
"Is it permanent?" Natasha had to ask.
"So far," Remus answered. "Bruce and Tony want me monitored for the next few months to look for any side effects or anything else. But if it all works out...then I'm free. Finally free of it."
"I'm happy for you Remus." She patted his shoulder.
"I...I still can't believe it." Sirius said. "Almost thirty years and now you're just you."
"Just me," Remus said back. "That's...that's going to take some getting used to."
"Remus, you understand this right?" Sirius fully realized the implications.
"I do. After all, the test is done and we're 100% sure. This is going to change the world."
"In more ways than one."
A non-magical just cured one of the most feared diseases in their world. Heads were going to explode at that.
"You have to record it when you tell the Minster," Harry demanded.
"Minister?" Sirius chuckled. "This is going a lot higher than him. The ICW is going to lose it."
"Doc will love that." Harry smiled.
"Wait until he brings Tony and Bruce to explain to them that all their magic was beaten by two 'muggles'," Natasha said.
"Oh, that I will record." Sirius laughed harder.
Sleep wasn't going to come to any of them anytime soon so it became an unofficial campout in the living room.
The kids grabbed their favorite movies and the group gathered.
Remus watched and the whole time he kept looking out the large window. The moon was still high and every time he felt even better. No pain no illness. It was amazing.
The boys passed out halfway through the second movie and Sirius was currently being used as a pillow for Natasha. Both out cold.
Remus was fighting the urge to sleep. He didn't want to close his eyes.
"Remus?" Wanda whispered.
"I don't want to sleep. I'm afraid this will just be some dream and I wake in the cell." He confessed.
She put her hand on his face and pinched his cheek hard.
"Ow." He let out.
"I'll do that again when you wake up. To be safe." She rubbed the side of his face gently.
Remus smiled back and slowly let the dream world take him as he laid his head on her shoulder.
Did you know they would succeed?
Wanda looked up at Harry floating in the air.
I believed.
How long do you think until they get it for mass production?
That's not my area of expertise. I'll let Bruce and Tony deal with that part.
They're right. This is going to change a lot.
Some things need to change.
Voldemorts not going to recognize anything if he comes back.
You're assuming I will let him. Or that either of us will allow him to have time to see the changes.
Harry grinned back at that.
The day before they were set to go back to school Harry dragged Neville back to his cabin and into the woods.
"Harry? Why did we have to cross the ocean for this?"
"Because this is something I need a lot of room to show you," Harry answered then went to a trunk next beside them and pulled out a long box. "Open it."
Neville took it and pulled up the lid. Inside was a war axe. The incredible detail of the design on the handle and the metal head was ridged with a blade that looked so sharp someone could shave with it.
"Wow. Where did you get this?"
"I made it. Alright someone may have given me the top but the rest I did. Go ahead take it out."
Neville pulled out the axe. "It's lighter than I expected."
"Cool right?" Harry took the axe back. "Now check this out."
Neville went wide-eyed as he threw the axe into the woods and sliced a tree down like it was nothing! Then it came flying back to Harry's outstretched hand.
"Wicked!!"
"I know! It took me a long time to get it working right. I started last year. When the blade was delivered I managed to get it finished. Wong helped with some of the ruins and enchanting."
"Nice. Now you got an axe as awesome as Thor's hammer!"
"It's not that powerful." Harry smiled. "Besides it's not for me."
"What? Then whose is it?"
"Happy Christmas mate." Harry pushed the axe towards him.
"What?! Me?! Harry, I can't take this..."
"Yes, you can." Harry interrupted. "I can do anything with my magic. You're, while skilled, still a regular wizard. I want you to have this. We both know Riddle is still out there. If he shows well you'll be ready with it."
Neville clasped the axe. "This...I don't know what to say. This makes my gift look like rubbish..."
"Nah." Harry pulled out the snitch. "This is pretty cool. It's faster than the others so my practice will be even better. Well, I'll get better at catching it."
"Still. I don't think it's a fair deal."
Harry waved it off. "Alright let's get it set to return to you. Run your finger down the blade."
"What?"
"It's tuned to magic and blood. It needs to recognize you."
Neville looked at the blade. It was extremely sharp! Slowly he ran his finger down it and blood came out and onto the blade. "Ah!!"
"Don't be a baby." Harry took his hand and it glowed red. The cut was gone. "See all gone. You want me to kiss it to make it better?"
"Oh, ha bloody ha." Neville glared. "And no. I don't like you that way. Sorry mate."
"Woo." Harry wiped some nonexistent sweat off his head. "Thank Merlin." He smiled. "Alright enough toying around. Try it out."
Neville lifted it and threw it straight at a tree. Where it stuck... he turned to Harry with confusion.
"Remember magic is about intent. If you want to cut something down intend for that."
"Alright. So I just 'want' it to come back?"
"Yeah. Just hold out your hand and think of it coming to you."
The other boy raised his hand and the axe flew back to it. It hit but not as hard as he was expecting. "That's wicked."
"Try it again, but want to cut down one of the trees."
Neville tossed it again and this time it went straight through the wood. The cracking was loud as the tree fell.
"I'm going to get in so much trouble for this." Neville grinned as it came back to him.
"We both probably will." Harry agreed. "One more thing. See the red ruin on the end? Say 'Adtenuo' near it."
"Adtenuo." The axe shank down to the size of a pendant complete with a necklace to wear it. "Nice!"
"Just say 'excresco' and it will go back to full size," Harry told him. "Yeah, I think I outdid myself this time."
"We both know you're not going to rest until you make something even cooler." Neville laughed as he put it around his neck. "Speaking of which. What are you making for Regulus and Hermione?"
"That would ruin the surprise," Harry said in his best cryptic voice.
Stephen dug up everything on Tom's mother. What little was written was unsettling.
First-hand accounts and stories said she was practically a slave in her house. Her father was obsessed with pureblood. The whole family was. Many married cousins keep the line 'pure'.
There was a brief time of nothing new than her marriage to Tom Riddle. The man went from not even knowing her to being in love almost overnight. The marriage only lasted a short year before he abandoned his pregnant wife and came home. Very traumatized.
She potioned him. After she forced herself on him and became pregnant she seemed to believe he would stay. Why would anyone stay with their rapist?
That was another matter he was going to have to address. Potions needed stricter penalties and prison sentences. Liquid rape and it was seen as a joke?
Sometimes he wondered if he would be better off cutting his losses with this backward world. But he knew that wasn't a possibility now.
Not with Harry. At first, it was the future he saw...now. Now he had grown to like the boy. He never wanted children but he would admit if he had one, he would be proud if they were anything like Harry.
Strange sighed and sat back. He had several responsibilities with his position and they conflicted with his involvement with this magical world.
I understand why she limited her involvement. Still, if she would have done this sooner, maybe they wouldn't be so moronic.
Wong is both a blessing and a curse. The man was covering a lot when he was busy with these others.
The man needs a vacation. We both do.
His attention went to the pen magically writing on a pad of paper.
The contents of a conversation between Fudge and his Undersecretary.
He read the transcript and found himself chuckling.
Oh Umbridge. Didn't you know when going into a battle of wits don't go with an unloaded weapon?
"Christmas break is too short."
To everyone's surprise, it wasn't Regulus or Harry saying that.
Sirius smirked and put his arm around Natasha's waist. "It will be summertime before you know it."
She pulled his arm away smirking. "Don't try it. You're not distracting me right now."
"Who said anything about distracting you?" Sirius teased. "Maybe I need the distraction."
"Get a book." She shrugged. "Or see it your gaming 'friend' is busy."
Sirius rolled his eyes back but they grew slightly darker at the mention of that bloody gamer!
The group was at the station earlier than most. Natasha always wanted to beat the rush. Neville and his parents were waiting for them. It was sort of a tradition for all of them to gather together at the platform.
"Harry!"
Harry turned to the voice to find a bushy-haired missile hugging him tightly.
"Hermione!" He laughed. "Miss me that much?"
"You prat." She smiled and pulled back. "I found the book yesterday!"
"Good, then you didn't miss any skiing. We both know you would have been reading it all break if I gave it to you before."
She glared at him but it quickly disappeared. "Thank you for it. I've been reading all night."
"Until I took it away so she would sleep." Jean cut in.
"I was just getting to some very interesting parts!" Hermione complained. The last words between Godric and Salazar. How Godric buried Salazar personally after his death and passed three days later.
"You can read it on the train," Richard said. "Harry thank you for those mirrors."
"No problem sir."
"Richard is fine."
"Okay, Richard. Just be careful where you use them. Some people might think you've gone mental if they see you talking to a mirror." He laughed a little.
"Yeah, I don't think any of our patients would be willing to return if they saw that." Richard chuckled.
Since Stephen wasn't around today Wanda was the one who let the Grangers into the platform.
And like when he did it everyone who saw it gave her a wide birth. The magical world was still not used to either of them.
"Thank you, Miss. Maximoff." Jean said.
"Wanda is fine and it's no trouble."
Hermione saw the look between Harry and Wanda. How all the Wizards on this side were looking at her with uneasiness. She knew that Wanda was doing this on purpose. She was preparing them for Harry.
Wanda caught her staring and gave her a quick wink.
Hermione grinned back.
They all said their goodbyes and the trio gathered in a cabin.
Harry let Hedwig out of her cage and she perched next to Hermione, who handed her a treat she bought the beautiful bird. The owl gave Harry a look that said 'keep this one.' Which Harry laughed at.
"Get anything good for Christmas?" Hermione asked as they sat.
"Yeah!" Harry pulled out a penknife. "Looks like a regular knife right? Except it can unlock doors and untie knots. Doc sent me a new book from his library. He's even letting me keep this one." He saw her eyes light up. "I might be persuaded to loan it out AFTER I finish it."
The other knife currently strapped to his ankle was another given but that was a need-to-know basis. Mum wanted him to have any advantage.
Hermione accepted the answer and didn't press. She had her book to finish and return so she asked her other friend next. "What about you Neville?"
"Someone made this for me." Neville smirked and pulled out his 'necklace.'
"A war axe? It looks good." She shrugged.
"It's multiple purposed." Harry chuckled. "How was your vacation?"
"Fun. I forgot how much I enjoyed skiing. How was snowboarding?"
"Fine!" Harry said quickly.
"He faceplanted into a snowman." Neville had to tell her.
"I swear one day I will make Regulus's mouth disappear forever!" Harry glared.
"Come on if it was him you would have told me the second it happened!"
"Not the point."
"How did you hit a snowman?" Hermione tried to not laugh but it was difficult.
"I...went off the wrong slope and by the time I realized it, Frosty intercepted me."
Both Hermione and Neville burst out laughing. Harry glared at them but started chuckling with them. Still, Reg would pay for blabbing about that.
The train ride was the same as usual, but this time Hermione kept bringing up the facts she was reading from her new favorite book.
Harry countered with some from the book he was reading. Neville was wishing his phone worked on the train so he could drown them out with some music.
It would be his first day back that a certain someone would want to talk.
Harry was sitting at breakfast when McGonagall came over to him.
"Mr. Potter. The Headmaster wishes to see you before class."
"Odd," Harry noted.
"He assured me it would be a quick conversation and you wouldn't be late to class. If it runs over I will provide you with a note."
"I better go see what he wants," Harry said to the others.
"Don't take too long," Neville said. "You shouldn't get a lighter potion time than the rest of us."
"Ha." Harry laughed and followed his head out of the house. "Any idea what he wants to talk about Professor?"
"I'm afraid I don't know Mr. Potter." She answered.
"Guess we'll find out."
A short trip later the two were at the gargoyle.
"Snickers? Hershey Kiss? No, wait Bondfire Toffee." Harry tried.
"Mr. Potter..." McGonagall began but the door opened. Her look went more stern.
"Lucky guess," Harry smirked back.
"In." She instructed. Albus should try something different. Or just do away with the password altogether.
Dumbledore was waiting at his desk as they came in.
"Headmaster." Harry acknowledged as he sat with McGonagall.
"Mr. Potter." He smiled back. "How was your holiday?"
"Fine. Big family dinners and lots of neat gifts. You?"
"Not quite the same as far as dinners with so many students home but I too received some enjoyable things." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "However with time short before your class we should get to the heart of the matter yes? I was having a conversation with the Minister over break and I remembered that there was something I felt you should have."
Dumbledore reached into his desk and pulled out a box.
"Happy late Christmas."
Harry raised his eyebrows but took the package. He opened it and found two wands inside.
"Your parents," Dumbledore explained. "They were just sitting in an evidence storage bin all these years. Luckily it was easy to convince Cornelius that they should be with you."
Harry picked them up. They didn’t feel right to him but then they weren't his wands. He did feel the connection to them. His parents. "Thank you, sir."
"You are most welcome. Now I believe I have held you up long enough." He pulled out a note. "Just in case."
Harry took it and placed the box in his bag. He gave both of the professors a nod before running off to his class
"That was a nice thing to do Albus." McGonagall smiled at him.
"It was nothing. I'm fortunate that I was able to recall them with my old age." Albus smiled back.
"Now if you could only keep track of your socks."
"Ah, that, unfortunately, has nothing to do with my age. I've never been lucky enough when it comes to them. I sometimes believe it was a curse from my brother in our childhood." He chuckled.
Harry came running into the class just before Snape.
The man followed as Harry sat. He knew Potter had just beat him and was tempted to take points but also knew Dumbledore had called him so he reluctantly let it go.
"Today you will learn to brew the Wiggenweld Potion. It is a powerful healing potion that can be used to heal injuries, or reverse the effects of a Sleeping Draught." Snape said as he sneered over the students.
Harry read the ingredients and saw the flower used. Moly is a powerful plant that can be eaten to counteract enchantments. It is a black-stemmed plant with white flowers.
That sounds familiar...wait isn't there one like this on Asgard?
He left his body in the classroom and flew back to his trunk.
At the bottom was an old scroll. One that had some basic information on Asgardian culture and there it was!
It was similar to Moly but it had red mixed with the black stem. He read further and knew he was right. It could make the potion more potent and stronger.
He warped back to his body and raised his hand.
"Trouble with simple reading?" Snape glared. "Do you need me to pronounce the large words?"
The Slytherins chuckled at that.
Harry ignored them. "Professor, I was wondering if you had access to a flower that could make this potion even stronger would you be interested?"
"So you're a botanist now Potter?" Snape moved to tower over him. "I'll humor you. What flower are you speaking of?"
"One similar to Moly but the stem has red mixed with the black. It's larger and already can be used for other purposes."
"No such flower exists Potter."
"Not on this planet." Harry agreed.
"Stop wasting my time because you love the sound of your voice."
Wow, look up the word irony you walking grease stain. "I know someone who can deliver it if I ask."
"So you believe your name is so important it transcends the very earth?" Snape was seconds from backhanding the brat. "Your ego truly is larger than this castle."
"I CAN get the flower here." Harry stood.
"Be silent and sit! Ten points from Gryffindor!"
"Heimdall," Harry called up to the ceiling. "Could you please tell him about this? And when he's free see if he'll come by?"
"You've lost what little sense you had Potter. Stop wasting the class's time!" Snape barked.
Harry's eyes glowed yellow for a brief moment and he grinned back at Snape. "The pitch at noon."
"Sit!" The man glared. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for that waste of time. And report to the Headmaster after class."
Harry sat and began his work back on the potion. The whole time he had a grin.
Hermione looked at him with some confusion. He was planning something but who was Heimdall?
After class Harry was 'escorted' to the Headmaster's office by Snape.
Dumbledore lost his earlier pleasant demeanor when the two entered. "The first day back?" Can they not control themselves for one day?!
"Potter interrupted my class with wild fantasies about some plant on another planet. I believe detention is in order." Snape explained.
"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore waited for his side of the story.
Harry explained the flowers and how he read about the one he described.
"Interesting." Dumbledore nodded. "Where would this flower be found?"
"Asgard."
Both men looked at the boy like he had grown another head.
"Asgard? The mythical realm ruled by gods?" Dumbledore asked.
"So, he's delusional." Snape rolled his eyes. Gods? How foolish is this brat?
"I am not." Harry glared back at the sneer. "Someone I know and trust will provide the flowers at noon on the pitch."
"And how do you know this?" The Headmaster asked.
"I asked the guy watching." Harry saw the look of confusion on his face. "There's someone who watches the nine realms his name is Heimdall. He sees everything and I asked if he would send a 'mutual friend' to show it. He answered and told me he would tell them."
"Mr. Potter this is sounding like a very strange prank," Dumbledore said looking over his glasses.
"It's not. I'll tell you what." Harry tried to carrot approach. "If no one arrives then I will personally fund any potion ingredients for him. " He motioned to Snape. "For the rest of the year even if they aren't school-related."
Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry. That would give him a lot of materials to practice his work while also replacing the ingredients lost to the foolish children. But he knew Potters. They are always plotting something.
"As unorthodox as that sounds I image you would likely want something in return if proven right?" Dumbledore could also see the wheels spinning in the boy's head.
"Only an apology. A genuine one with the words 'I was wrong and you were right.' From him." Harry pointed to Snape.
"You arrogant..."
"Severus!" Dumbledore stopped him. "Mr. Potter if this turns out to be some elaborate joke I will support any detention Professor Snape assigns."
"Completely understandable Headmaster." Harry agreed. "As long as you also support me if I am proven right."
"Very well." Dumbledore agreed. "Please see to your next class. I believe we will see the truth at noon."
Harry stood and went to his next class as Snape sat.
"You don't really believe this do you?" He asked.
"Given what the last ten years have shown I am reluctant to keep a closed mind on anything concerning Mr. Potter."
"When it's shown he's just an attention-seeking brat, he'll be in detention for the rest of the year."
"If he is proven wrong. I do think that might be a little too extreme though but you will have my support."
Snape bowed and left the office already planning all the cauldrons the spawn would have to clean.
Apparently word got around fast in the school as a large number of students and professors were gathered at the field to see what Harry was talking about.
The boy stood ahead of everyone and looked at his watch.
"Well, Potter? Finally going to admit your arrogance has swelled your head too much?" Snape challenged.
Harry watched the hands on his watch move. He held up five fingers and lowered them down to the last one.
Suddenly a beam of rainbow light hit the ground. Everyone stepped back at the force. Harry stood still with a cocky grin.
The light stopped and a large blonde in armor and a very large hammer was standing there.
"Ah Son of Potter." The blonde greeted. "Have you grown since the last time? It's difficult to tell with you human. So small."
"We're not gods Thor and yes I have grown!" Harry said back.
"How is that fancy 'stick' of yours working out for you?"
"Shockingly well." Harry laughed while looking back at Snape.
Thor smiled at him and then saw the other child he knew. "Son of Longbottom! Good to see you as well!"
"Hi, Thor!" Neville waved.
Harry grabbed a stunned Hermione and pulled her forward. "This is my other friend. Hermione Granger."
"Hello, Daughter of Granger." Thor greeted the motionless girl.
"Hi...." She finally squeaked out. She was standing in front of Thor!!!
"What a... dainty castle you have here." The god looked over Hogwarts. "What was it you needed?" Thor asked as he turned back to Harry. "Ah wait." He pulled out the very flower Harry described. "Here you are, my small friend."
Harry took it and turned back to Snape. "As promised. Professor."
The man's glare intensified but snatched the flower away and was angrier that it was exactly how Potter's spawn described.
"Who are you?" McGonagall asked the huge man.
"Thor Son of Odin." Thor bosted. "And the God of Thunder."
"And hammers," Harry smirked.
"Not officially young Potter." He smiled back. "I apologize for the ground."
"You're...you're a god?" Susan Bones asked in disbelief.
"That I am." Thor smiled at her and held up his hammer lighting and thunder filled the sky as the audience looked on in shock.
"How do you know him?" Susan turned to Harry.
"He's a friend of my mum from work."
"Ah, how are Natasha and little Regulus doing?" Thor smiled.
"Fine. Mum's still managing the Avengers from home while Reg is still swearing he'll lift that one day." Harry pointed to the hammer.
Thor let out a loud belly laugh. "I would greatly enjoy seeing that."
Snape had been studying the flower and trying to ignore the rambling of the two. It was exactly how Potter described but that didn't mean it would work.
"So you have a flower Potter. It doesn't mean anything."
"It means I didn't make up the story and you owe me an apology."
"So entitled you little..."
Thor moved the chest to nose with Snape. "You remind me of my brother." He grabbed Snape by the throat and lifted him easily. "All the worst parts. At least he is funny occasionally."
True over a decade in Asgard prison and Loki still was a wiseass. Thor missed him on the battlefield sometimes.
Snape found himself kicking and struggling as he tried to break the hold.
"Care to insult me? Or do you only go after those smaller than you?"
Snape was a petty man. A man whose pride was a fragile thing. He was also very arrogant but even he understood that this was not a battle he could win.
"I would appreciate it if you would refrain from threatening a member of my staff." Dumbledore strolled forward.
"Your staff? I only spoke to one 'man' the rest are no bother to me." He dropped Snape to the ground. "If it was a threat you would have known."
"There's is no need for violence." Dumbledore placated. "Mr. Potter is correct that he is owed an apology, Severus."
Snape sneered as stood. "I apologize for doubting your, unbelievable story, I was wrong."
Harry knew the man wasn't genuine but watching Snape get manhandled by Thor was well worth the time and effort.
Sprout picked up the flower that Snape had dropped. "Where did you find this?"
"My home of Asgard madam," Thor answered. "They are as bountiful as your weeds on this planet."
"Is there a chance you could deliver me some seeds to grow here?" She asked hopefully.
"I could but it's unfortunate that they only grow in Asgardian soil. I might be able to supply a portion of that if you would like."
"I very much would." She said quickly.
"Well this has been a very interesting event but I'm afraid we have a school to run and classes to get to my boy." Dumbledore chuckled as he spoke to Thor.
"Boy?!" Thor looked at Harry. "Did he just call me boy?"
Harry shrugged back.
Thor moved to Dumbledore. "Who are you again?"
"Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."
"Can't say I have heard of you." Thor looked over the old human. "How old are you?"
"It's impolite to discuss someone's age but if you insist I am 142 years young."
"So you're barely an infant." Thor chuckled. "I recently celebrated my 1535 birthday last month. My father is over 5000 and the only one who calls me boy."
Dumbledore went a little white. "I meant no offense."
"I know otherwise we would have bigger issues." Thor turned back to Harry. "I'm afraid I must be off my young friend. You caught me at a rare free moment. Some issue in Alfheim has come up and I'm needed." He patted Harry's shoulder.
"I understand Thor. Thanks for stopping by."
"My pleasure." He turned to the rest of the crowd. "Not-Strange wizards and witches I bid you well travel."
The light beamed down again and Thor disappeared into it. As the light disappeared a large pot was in the place full of soil and a package of seeds.
Sprout quickly collected them and was already excited to begin growing them.
"Well, this has certainly been educational," McGonagall spoke. "Everyone return to the school and your classes."
The students piled back in but Harry couldn't resist the urge to give a parting shot to Snape.
"When I promise something. I keep it. Always." He said as he passed the angry man.
Snape glared back and stalked his way to his class to take out some of his anger on anyone he could.
Dumbledore stared at the burned earth in deep thought.
Now Harry is even protected by Gods? That magic...could I have been mistaken on the Power? I need to think this over.
Regardless the old wizard kept coming back to the one thing he was certain of. The scar. He might have to reevaluate his understanding of some words of the prophecy but he still was sure of Harry's role. The scar left little doubt.
In Transfiguration, the excitement from Thor's arrival and departure had finally been quelled thanks to the professor's lack of tolerance.
The task today was the changing of mice to snuffboxes.
They all had their mice on the table. Ron was attempting to use his rat but the little white guy was not having it.
Harry caught some signs of the rat attempting to make a run for it but Ron was not going to risk the wrath of McGonagall or worst if Filch cat got a hold of the rat. So he was being extra careful not to lose him.
Hermione finished first and looked at the transformation with pride. The mouse was a perfect snuffbox. It was beautiful too.
"Well done Miss. Granger." McGonagall praised. "First of the day. Twenty points to Gryffindor."
Hermione beamed with pride.
"Good work Hermione." Harry complimented.
"Did you let me beat you?" She had to ask.
"Hermione do you think I would do that? Letting you win doesn't challenge you or me. You did that and beat me fair and square."
Hermione had a smug look but the genuine look on Harry's face turned it into a sense of pride. Her friends were proud of her.
Harry was second and the mouse was now a perfect snuffbox brown in color with Gryffindor red added.
Neville was a little further behind but managed to create a very good-looking box. It was still mouse-brown but it looked nice.
Gryffindor earned a lot of points thanks to Harry and Hermione.
"There's no bloody way that was true!"
That was what the three heard as they exited their next class. They saw Draco swearing as he marched down the halls.
"What's got his knickers in a twist?" Neville spoke out loud.
Hermione turned to Harry and waited.
"What?"
"What did you do?" She asked.
"Why would you automatically assume I." Harry stopped himself, he hated to admit it but it was a fair assumption. "I didn't do anything. You think I wouldn't be bragging about it if I did?"
"Fair point." She agreed.
"One of the second years came from one of the Non-magical history classes." Another voice explained. "Someone brought up the name Stark."
"Ah." All three at the table said together as they saw Blaise standing there.
The class had become required for all magical individuals born and raised in the magical world during their second year.
"I take it old Draco didn't like what was heard." Harry grinned.
"An understatement Potter," Blaise replied. "I heard that Stark is an associate of Dr. Strange. Is that correct?"
"They've worked together in the past and yes I know him personally."
"I didn't ask."
"You were getting to it. Why waste time?"
Blaise narrowed his eyes. "Well, how much of it is true?"
"Probably all of it. Tony has created things you wouldn't imagine." Harry then whispered. "If you give me your word to keep it between us I can show you a small portion."
"You trust my word?"
"Should I not?"
The Slytherin offered his hand. "Very well. As long as it isn't a danger to me I will keep it between us."
Harry shook and pulled out his glasses. "Ecne."
"Hello, Harry. What can I do for you today?"
"Can you bring up the feed for the battle of New York?"
"Of course."
"Wicked thank you. I'm going to hand you over to a 'friend?' Show him the whole thing. Please."
"Understood Harry. I'm glad you're making more friends."
Harry smiled and handed Blaise the glasses.
Blaise hesitantly put on the glasses and they lit up. Videos began playing showing off many of Tony and the Avenger's exploits. He yanked them off in terror. "What? What magic was that?"
"None."
"That...that is terrifying." He handed the glasses back.
"That's a decade ago," Hermione said. "Tony Stark has expanded his technology even more since. It's becoming so revolutionary that some believe he will be able to completely remove all dependence on oil in the next few years."
"Someone's been reading." Neville chuckled. "I've seen his work first hand. That entire suit can repair itself and fits in something the size of a wallet."
"Also his nanotechnology has the power to fix more than just his suit. I've read it's being combined with grafting a simulacrum of organic material based on Helen Cho's work." Hermione quickly added.
"Nano what?" Blaise asked.
"Tiny robots that can repair machines and tissue. It's theorized that they may be able to regrow missing limbs and eliminate terminal diseases." Hermione explained. "All without magic. Just purely science."
Blaise was stunned by this revelation. He would have to suggest to his father to invest in this Stark. The profits could raise them above the Malfoys.
The conversation steered the four to the hall supper.
"I don't suppose you would be willing to discuss some of the less-known aspects of Starks businesses?"
"Sure. Have a seat." Harry motioned as the others sat at the Gryffindor table.
Blaise looked around. There were a lot of eyes from the Gryffindors staring at him and the same from the Slytherins.
With a shrug, he sat at the table.
"You can't have a Slytherin sit here!" Ron practically shouted.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"There's no rule saying he can't." Hermione glared at the redhead.
"He's a Slytherin!" Ron said like he was pointing to the devil himself.
"And?" Blaise asked.
"And?!"
Ron stop." Neville spoke. "He can sit if he wants."
"You can't trust a Slytherin! You Know Who was one!"
"Peter Pettigrew was a Gryffindor." Harry shot back. "Barty Crouch Jr. Was in Ravenclaw. Corban Yaxley was a Hufflepuff who used his unassuming position to become a head of a department."
Ron looked upset and huffed at the logic. Why is he so bloody stupid? It's Harry Potter! He shouldn't be hanging with Slytherins!
Up in the professor's area, McGonagall was watching. Both surprised and a little bit proud of what she was seeing. Harry was building bridges that others burnt before they even realized it. She was guilty of it and had a less than ideal mindset for Slytherins, but she was pleased to see it wasn't something Harry had.
Snape glared at the display. He understood fully what Blaise was doing, but that didn't mean he had to like it. It was a clever strategy he would admit. One that put the boy in both a very dangerous but also very profitable place. However, he had to make sure his snakes didn't destroy themselves over this. He had already had to have words with Malfoy to lessen the likelihood of the boy attacking Zabini and risking the boy's father coming for both Malfoys.
He hated being a professor and dealing with these situations.
Albus watched with mixed feelings. One he was pleased to see house cooperation and unity. The downside was who Harry was inviting into his group. Mr.Zabini was not a member of Tom's followers and his father was known for his neutrality. Just enough to avoid having to choose a side.
He looked at the anger on the young Weasleys face. Where he had once hoped for a friendship between Ronald and Harry it had fallen. Ron was not as involved in his education as his brothers were and he was not close to Harry's level.
They would have been perfect friends. But that is very unlikely now with Harry opening himself up to someone wearing green would only push young Ronald away.
Another professor was observing as well. Mixed thoughts in his mind were going full force. The Stone he had to get Dumbledore out of the castle and avoid Snape. Ideas were bouncing but one, in particular, was standing out as he looked over the boys chatting...
Eliminate both potential problems from that cursed prophecy if it's planned right...