Now you see why that can't happen
Harry Potter was not fond of his friends being... hazed. No, he had always been taught to keep the ones you care for close, and if they can't take care of themselves, do it for them.
So when he noticed the hazing... he was not okay with it. Who did those Slytherins and Gryffindors think they were? Nobody messed with his people. Yes, his people. He had grown attached to Daphne, Ron, and Draco. Just like he had grown attached to his father figures and his grandmother. He was attached to them, and he would not let them be hurt. He knew they could handle themselves, there was no question about it. He generally only attached himself to strong people, and they could defend themselves, and they would survive.
It was just the fact that he cared too much to let it happen. There shouldn't be a need for them to guard themselves in a school, where they should be learning, and having fun. They were his people, and he would be damned if he was going to let Voldemort's people and Dumbledore's people push them around. They were under his protection, and his protection was absolute. He was Harry Potter-Lupin-Black, and these were people who had stood by him, even if Draco was reluctant to take the leap of faith that would lead him to the craziest calm he had ever seen in the entirety of his life.
He wasn't worked up about it. He wasn't concerned about it. This hazing would end, because he wasn't worked up about it, he was livid about people daring to move in on his people, trying to bully them into being something they weren't. If Dumbledore, who was supposed to be in charge of the student's well-being, wasn't going to step back, and if Voldemort, who was currently nothing more than a wraith, wasn't going to step back... Well that only meant that he would have to push them back with the force of everything inside of him.
So when he rose from the part of the Slytherin table he was sitting at, standing with the posture of a very powerful Lord, well, it was easy to say that some people were a bit unnerved. Minerva McGonagall knew that something was going to happen, as the boy who usually looked happy, looked fairly dangerous on the morning of October 3rd, 1991.
It was more unnerving when the pressure of his intoxicating magic started to leak into the air.
"It has come to my attention that some people who would probably like to remained unnamed have been... hazing Daphne Greengrass, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. Well, It has been over a month, and I have let it slide for far too long." The words fell from his tongue, as cold and slick as ice. It was a dangerous tone, and anyone who could think properly would obviously know that now was not the time to oppose him. Not when he was like this. He had come from a long line of the most powerful duelers that Britain had seen in ages. They may have had craziness, but they also had the magical abilities to back it up.
"Mr. Potter, I think now would be a good time to have a seat and take this up with me in private." Dumbledore was an old fool, and apparently believed that he could get The Potter-Lupin-Black boy to stop when he had already started.
"I think now would be a wonderful time to do your job and stop the nonsense that you have caused, but since that wont be happening, I think I will continue for now." His eyes looked as if they were trying to send cutting curses at the old man.
"Now, as I was saying, I will personally handle any and all problems that you try and present to Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass, and Ron Weasley. They are under my protection, and believe me, you do not want me to get angry." His glare would have been strong enough to make thunder storms end, and each professor sitting at the staff table was almost shocked. They would have been more shocked had they not seen the wrath of the Black family before, but alas, almost all of them had seen the same wrath before, and only held a slight sense of wariness over what might happen if someone does not heed his warning.
Quirrell quickly made his way back to his rooms, where he could pace in peace.
So this was the power of the young Black heir? That magic was so similar to Voldemort's, and yet, so very different. If the boy was that powerful at eleven, it was almost incomprehensible what his true power levels would be when he reached his maturity. s
"Who would have guessed that being adopted into the Black family would have had this effect on the boy." Voldemort's voice came out as a whisper behind the turban. He was mentally calculating how that would be possible... Something just wasn't adding up.
Walburga smiled at her son as he sat in the corner, hiding himself in the shadows. Her smile was tight, as if she were trying her best to hold it up, despite her being happy. She gripped the glass in her hand so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.
"Kreacher, get Sirius and Remus immediately." Her tone left no room for argument from the son sitting before her.
"Yes mistress." and in no time, Remus and Sirius were sitting beside the other man, as Walburga leveled them all with an unreadable look.
"Would any of you care to explain what you have been hiding." Walburga let the words fall from her mouth heavily.
"Goddammit Regulus can you ever keep a secret?" Sirius glared at his younger brother.
"Oh, I don't know, I've only been a spy for this family for the better part of fifteen years, so you tell me, Sirius, can I ever keep a secret?" Regulus shot an identical glare at his older brother.
"Shit, I guess we have to explain ourselves. To be fair, I had very little to do with the secret. I only found out after Harry was born." Remus threw that out there before anyone else could tell her what was going on. There was no way he was going down with the sinking ship when he wasn't the captain. He had held on for long enough, and now he was ready to jump onto the safety of the life boat.
"I see, and what exactly was figured out when my grandson was born?" Her smile was false, it was false, it was a trap, abort mission, abort mission, Remus Lupin-Black, that life boat had no bottom, it was all an illusion and you just jumped into the shark infested waters.
"That he was your grandson." Sirius stated as Regulus refused to make eye contact with his mother.
"And who would his father be?" That was a question that Regulus wasn't going to answer, and Remus already determined that his failed safety attempt was enough and that he would rather not dig his hole deeper, so he was just going to keep his mouth shut. So that only left Sirius to explain.
"It was supposed to be a big secret. Regulus came to me a few months before Harry was born, he was freaking out. There was a problem. He had been having an affair with Lily Potter and then she had fell pregnant. there was no way she could be talking a contraceptive while her and James were trying to have a baby. But the chances that it was James' baby were fairly slim... So of course, since I was closer to both of them, I should have been able to cast the spell to see who the father was.
"I faked an injury, so James and Remus were racing on brooms, which meant that I was able to cast the spell that would reveal who the father was. Of course, it was Regulus. Naturally I covered for him. I told James that one of the nights that we had gotten really really plastered, one that was close enough to when Lily had gotten pregnant, we had made a mistake. We told him that there was a slight chance that the baby could be mine. Of course, he didn't know that there was a way to trick the spell. He didn't care that he would be raising his best friend's baby, because he loved both of us so much that he had said that it would be an honor, and that he knew that I would do the same for him," Sirius looked at his mother and sighed deeply,
"We had to keep the family tree from showing Harry under Regulus' name or my name, so naturally I had to break into the house before Harry was born. He was already there, since he was going to be born in two months. So I tore the family library apart in search of a way to conceal him. Of course, there was nothing in the library, as that would make it easy to hide affairs. But nothing like that had ever stopped me before. This was a matter of life and death, because if you or grandfather found out that Harry was supposed to be here instead of with the Potters, then you would have gone to retrieve him and then everything would be ruined. So I did the one thing that none of you would ever think that could be done to the family tree... I made a new one and placed it over the old one, they were absolutely identical, besides Harry being on the old one..." He looked at his mother as she seemed to freeze.
She was looking at him with what could only be described as shock, and maybe a bit of awe.
"You... created a completely different family tree that nobody else in the family could detect as different? And you did this all while risking being caught just so you could save your brother from possible death?" Regulus and Remus both stared at the woman as she walked out of the room and ran to the room that contained the family tree. She had always known that Sirius was a genius, and that he cared for Regulus far mote than he cared about most things... but to go to the extents that he had just to keep his affair with Lily Potter a deep dark secret...
He was insane, more so than most people in their family, and he was powerful, and he may have been just like her, but he was also far more powerful. He had a sway that she never had. He created connections with people that rarely made connections with dark families...
He shouldn't have been in Slytherin... he was far to cunning to be put into Slytherin. He was far too much of a Black to ever let an entire school know his true self...
"I'm very proud of you, Sirius." Even though she had whispered it, it almost seemed to echo through the house.
"I didn't do any of it so you could be proud. I only did it so he wouldn't die. I knew James Potter. I knew what he would do if he had found out that it was Regulus who had slept with his wife... He humiliated Severus Snape every day for nearly six years just because Snape dared to talk to her... If he had found out that it wasn't just a drunken accident between me and her... if he had found out that Regulus had been with her half the times she had said that she was with Alice Longbottom. Well, let's just say I would kill James before I'd let him lay a finger on Regulus." Sirius' eyes had turned hard at the thought of James Potter and what could have happened to Regulus if he had found out and Sirius wasn't there when James caught up with.
"I know, and that is why your brother has always looked up to you, and also partially why I'm proud of you." Regulus took this as the time to but in.
"I couldn't raise him, I was only seventeen, and I had been a spy for the family for three years. I was already in too deep to take care of a child. Not to mention that James Potter would try to hunt me down if Lily had given me the child. I needed Sirius. I knew that he could handle it." Regulus looked almost ashamed that he had to get Sirius to help him with the trouble he had gotten into so many years ago.
"So Harry has absolutely no idea who his real father is?" Walburga raised an eyebrow as she looked at all three of her sons. One may have been her Son-In-Law, but he was still her son.
"He has no idea, and he can't know yet. It's important that he doesn't know until he knows occlumency. Dumbledore cannot know about it. For now, Harry just needs to know that his father has been watching him since he was a baby, and that he loves him very much." Remus stated as he stared at each of them carefully.
"Yes, Dumbledore can't know about Regulus being Harry's father. Even James didn't want him to know. He knew that Dumbledore would try to poison him from his own son. James may have not been the father of Harry, but he cared for him like a father. That, and Lily would murder him if Dumbledore tried to take her son." Sirius was smirking slightly at thinking about Lily Potter's temper.
"So we have to start training him. He knows a little occlumency, but not nearly enough for this secret. We will start training him over the yule holiday. It wont take as long as it would for a normal person, but it will be some time before he will be able to keep Dumbledore out perfectly." Walburga smirked widely, Dumbledore wouldn't know what hit him. The man couldn't read her grandsons maze of a mind very well as it was, the only way he could read Harry's mind perfectly would be if he concentrated on that and only on that. Harry's mind had always been confusing.
She remembered asking him if she could enter his mind once, only to be greeted by dark corridors and doors without knobs, and wild creatures that protected his mind. She figured out how to navigate it pretty quickly, but that was only because he let her in. She could only imagine what it would have been like if he didn't want her in.
There was no doubt that her grandson was an anomaly. She was sure that she could scour the world and wouldn't be able to find someone who had that much natural talent at occlumency at the age of eleven. His mind was guarded, but she had no idea if Dumbledore would be able to sneak past his defenses. Besides, she could only imagine either of her sons faces when they realized just how good he was at protecting his mind. The only other person who knew was Remus, and it seemed he was in on the plan of letting them find out themselves.
Maybe they'd even set it up to be on a Thursday...
They'd just have to see how things worked out.
Meanwhile, Harry was watching every potential Bully with a level of scorn that would remain unmatched. Like he had said earlier, he had let it go on long enough, and it would never happen again. Not on his watch.
He wasn't letting his people go anywhere alone... So far he had at least three detentions for following Daphne into the Girls Lavatory, all of which he didn't plan on showing up to, as he was going to be spending the night in the Slytherin dorms, watching... waiting. Wondering if anyone would be stupid enough to defy his orders to leave them alone. His best bet on someone who would be stupid enough to do it would have to be the upper year Slytherins and Gryffindors. They were all too prideful to think a first year could beat them.
Inside Marcus Flints room there were a few gathered to decide whether they would be continuing their little games or not. It was Pucey, Montague, Higgs, and Flint himself.
"I say we do it, after all, it was just a show. That's why he did it in front of all of those people." Higgs seemed convinced that they were stronger than the younger boy.
"He was raised by Sirius Black, Walburga Black, and a known werewolf. Do you really think they wouldn't prepare him for things like this? DO you really think he could survive in a house with two people who absolutely hate each other if he wasn't powerful? He was raised by one of the strongest, most terrifying witches in the world, and her son who just so happens to be the only person who has ever openly rebelled her, stood toe to toe with her, and possibly beaten her when it has come to a stand still?" Pucey was glaring at Higgs like he was stupid.
"Pucey may be right. The Blacks are one of the most influential families in the entire wizarding world. They might even be the most influential. I don't think they would leave their young heir defenseless... not to mention going against him might very well be similar to calling war on their family, and if you haven't heard what Walburga Black has done to Lucius and Abraxas Malfoy, then you're lucky." Flint knew getting on the Black family Heir's bad side would be a mistake that would go down in history.
"Sorry Higgs, but I'm going to have to go with Flint and Pucey on this. I'd rather not die from a curse from the most extensive library of dark curses that has ever been discovered." Montague didn't want his place as one of the Slytherin leaders to be snatched from under him because he lost a duel to the Black family heir. It was never wise to pick a fight with someone whose abilities were almost completely unknown.
"Then I guess our decision is made. We will leave them be... for now." Flint dismissed their little meeting, letting the seething Higgs leave his dorm as the other two stayed behind.
"He's going to go and try to attack one of them, I can already tell." Montague whispered as Higgs stormed away.
"That's the point. He's going to be our test Dummy. If the boy takes him down, then we know that messing with him wont be the best of ideas... If he almost takes him down then we know that the boy will only get better... and if Higgs beats him to a pulp, then we know whose going to go missing by the hands of Walburga Black. It's a well known secret on our side of society that Walburga favors Potter-Lupin-Black far more than anyone else... and everyone thought she loved Regulus Black to the ends of the earth... Her love for this boy goes far beyond that." Flint's response was appropriate for their situation. Only a bloody fool would go after the heir of the Black family.
"Now we just have to wait and see how the fireworks play out." Pucey's wicked smirk would have been enough to make Higgs think twice about his decision... it was a shame that Higgs was no longer in the room.