Ch: 10-12 - Cultivation/HP Fics

10 Basilisk Time!

More about shareholders on page 9.

More about Heirs and their duties on page 5

The stand the Ministry is taking on this change, and the comments of Minister Fudge on page 3

Hermione put two and two together and gasped: "Harry? Did you.."

I held my hand up to silence her: "Some things are destined to be talked about in private, Hermione, don't you think so?"

Slowly she nodded: "We will talk later."

To change the topic, I slapped my forehead: "Ron! I totally forgot to give you The Talk! You might be better off with Percy though, I doubt I know everything."

"What is The Talk anyway, Harry? Is it some kind of secret spell or something?" Asked Ron a bit worried.

"Or something, Ron, it is about Nature, the Circle of Life, it's like a wheel of fortune, we need to take a leap of faith, it creates a band of Hope until we find our place on the path to the Circle of our life." I sagely said.

Hah! The movie isn't out yet! You can't sue me for plagiarism! All the credits go to … ME!

Ron hesitated: "I am not sure I want to know about The Talk, Harry, it sounds really complicated to me."

I shook my head: "It is a rite of passage, Ron, I had to do it the hard way, by looking at R18-rated movies, I had nobody to explain all that stuff. Even girls have to go through it, but their Mothers do that part, it is harder on males."

That is true as a matter of fact, I was a stumbling mess until I was twenty, a loving mess until I was thirty, a cheating shit in my forties, and a divorced idiot in my fifties. Circle of Life? Probably, Dad did the same shit as I did.

"I'll ask Percy about it," Ron decided, "he sticks with the rules, and will answer truthfully, Merlin only knows what George and Fred would try to fool me with."

Oh? Ron is using his brain? Good for him! Meanwhile, Ginny, who sat next to me nudged me and softly asked: "Harry? Is that necklace you gave me warm-up every time my mind gets invaded?"

"It does," I confirmed, "Why? Does it warm up when you are doing something?"

She nodded: "Every time I try to write in my diary it heats up."

"Where did that diary come from, Ginny? I suspect it is cursed," I asked, I have to softly guide her to where I wanted it.

"I found them with my books in my cauldron when we went shopping that day," she answered.

"Ginny, I don't want to alarm you, but I thought I saw Malfoy's dad put something back into your Cauldron. It could be that he smuggled that diary with it. Can you give me that diary? I will mail it to my account manager and have it examined. It might be cursed with some bad spells."

Ginny's hand went into her pocket and took the diary out, hesitating to hand it over, I softly urged her: "It seems a bit of that curse is working, Ginny, you don't want to give it away, isn't it? Be strong Ginny Weasley, daughter of Arthur and Molly, sister of six brothers, and already very good at Magic. Break that compulsion, Ginny!"

Ginny frowned, "Here is that diary, Harry, I did not notice it before, but you were right, I did not want you to have it. Please, take it away from me."

I nodded and went outside the Great Hall, in an abandoned classroom, I enlarged my trunk and put the diary with the Tiara, the one I collected a few days ago, in a lead box in my apartment. Yes, I keep that trunk with me all the time, my old trunk is on my bed, but all my valuable stuff is in my pocket. My first hurdle is taken, save Ginny before she is bat-shit crazy, being possessed for the major part of a year leaves a mark, and I doubt a trip to Egypt is going to cure it, or... Bill dispelled her.

Xxxxx

I spend an hour a day in the RoR to study the spells I wanted, conjuring a mirror is one of them, compulsion charms to make a rooster crow, and especially how to move alert spells. I even succeeded in casting the Patronus, I used the New Year's snog from Nim and the kisses on my cheek from the other girls as the happy memory. At first, I used my memory of shagging my sister-in-law, that was a very happy memory, but somehow the memory of my ex catching us is included.

Snogging Nim definitively was a good Memory. Why did I learn the Patronus? To prove myself I am capable enough of course. Removing the blocks on my Magic, boosted its power a multitude of before, and it shows in my spells.

My classes were dull, I only paid attention to the theoretical classes, I already knew how to do the spells. In my potion class I stared at Snape, daring him to peek into my brain, brewing the potion is not that hard with better equipment, and my memory of Snape's face when he got kicked out of Ron's and Hermione's brains, it could fuel a Patronus.

Dada was a bust, like in Canon, the idiot was reenacting his glory days, I cracked up when Hermione was selected to act as the evil banshee. To make it lifelike, Hermione put a sonorous charm on her voice and started screaming like a fangirl at a concert of the Beatles, or One Direction. Lockheart fainted on the spot, his excuse? He forgot to put his anti-Banshee earmuffs on and congratulated Hermione on her skills in imitating Banshees, Hermione didn't get selected anymore after that.

The day finally came when he asked me to play the Werewolf of Albania. "Are you sure, Professor? Do I have to act as a ferocious Werewolf?"

"You don't have to fear a thing, Harry, we are doing this in a controlled environment," he reassured me.

I shrugged: "Ok… if you say so, get ready, one werewolf coming up."

The following five minutes are for the pensive, yes, this Werewolf practiced Martial Arts, and Gilderoy was the first to find out. I opened with a nut breaker, a knee to the dingalongs works every time unless you are a eunuch, my second stroke was to his throat, to silence him, a few punches to his liver and kidneys tendered him up. All the while I was growling and barking, then I started to scratch his face and bite his ear and pull his hair, I finished the job with a knee to his face to break his nose and some of his teeth.

I straightened myself up, looked at the horrified faces of my classmates, and said: "Here lies a new member of the Wolf Pack. If you believe that crap from his books, this could be you if you meet a werewolf for real. Class dismissed. If there is someone that gives a shit about this fake, they can call the nurse."

It got me a trip to the Headmaster, with an angry McGonagall in tow, Milky Way opened the staircase and we entered the office. Lockheart was patched up, his scratches healed, and new hair was growing in, his nose was still a bit crooked, and his teeth still needs some work. He acted hysterical, like a fan girl that received a kiss from Ringo Star or one of those Direction boys.

Saruman the Rainbow sat on his throne with a disappointed look on his face, surely, I must be turning to the Dark side.

"Harry, my boy, come in…" he stopped speaking when I raised my wand at him.

"It is Mr. Potter or Heir Potter to you, sir, find someone else to play with. Why am I summoned here?" I asked, I better set the pace of this discussion, I am sick of being a little kid and want this Layer done as fast as possible.

"Mr. Potter!" exclaimed McGonagall, "You know very well why you are here! You assaulted a Professor!" she almost shouted out.

"No, I did not do such a thing!" I defended myself, "I was demonstrating a Werewolf attack, and Professor Lockhart was demonstrating how to defend against such an attack. He even said to make it lifelike. I did all this on Professor Lockhart's orders. And in my defense, I made a lousy Werewolf, I bet a real one is scarier."

"Nevertheless, you used excessive violence, Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore, "We can not allow this to pass and disciplinary actions have to be made."

"I agree, Headmaster, so you asked the DMLE to arrest Snape? He used legilimence on Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger since I reported it. That is a total of at least 6 years Azkaban, good, then I am graduated by then." I said. Now that I put the Snape bargaining chip on the table, I doubt I get any punishment at all.

"You are right, sir, maybe it is better if I report this myself, after all, with your three full-time jobs, you can't worry about details." I poked the fire, he started to get worried, his pawn is revolting.

"We are here to discuss your assault on Professor Lockhart, Mr. Potter, and your use of excess ferocity. I am disappointed that you are walking such a dark path," said Dumbledore with a sad face,

"But sir!" I interrupted him, "I was supposed to act as a dark creature! I doubt that a werewolf attacks someone by licking their face. I even doubt I used more force than a real werewolf, sir, and in his best-selling book of the Waka-waka Werewolf he did not seem to have a problem dealing with it." I argued.

"I want him punished for ruining my face!" shouted Lockhart with tears in his eyes.

"You assaulted a teacher, Mr. Potter! That must be punished." was the stern voice of McGonagall, while the whimpering idiot was looking in a hand mirror to look at the damage.

"How many times must I tell you that it was a demonstration!" I shouted, "I got ten books that say that he is more than capable to defend himself!"

"Where is a reporter when you need one," I mumbled just loud enough, "This is getting ridiculous."

That comment sealed the case, I got off with a warning to keep the violence to a minimum, and twenty points from Gryffindor.

At dinner, the opinions were divided, on one side I am the Hero that exposed the fake, on the other side, mostly girls, I am the villain that ambushed an unsuspecting monster hunter. I did not care either way, although, the ponce need to learn to smile with his lips closed until his teeth are fixed.

Draco, who witnessed my werewolf attack stopped with his comments and insults and avoided me like the plague from then on. At least some good came from it.

Xxxxx

The Wizengamot session started! I prepared to get some roosters in advance, courtesy of Mippy the house elf. I moved the alerts on the faucet away and with a § Open! Stairs! § I descended into the tunnel, I closed the sink behind me. §Lights! § lit the place up, armed with four roosters, temporarily stored in my trunk, I made my way to the chamber.

Armed with a mirror shield, I learned that strategy from a movie, I don't remember the name of the guy, but the chick's name was Medusa. At the big gate, I entered my apartment, and put the compulsions on the roosters, it was easier when Nim was with me, but, I got it done.

§ Open § while the gate opened, I slipped in, §Lights! § lit the place up, after that, I took the roosters out, the bloody chickens started crowing like crazy, I rushed to the Statue §Speak to me, best one of the Hogwarts four!§

While the statue opened, I ran outside as if that Crannog bunny was after me. At the gate, I yelled §Close!§ An hour later I opened the gate, while blindfolded, it took some time for me to find the eyes of the snake to cover it, from the four roosters, one, with a hoarse voice, still had some crows in him. I dispelled the brave animals and put them away. The Basilisk didn't get far out of the statue, half of his body was hanging out the mouth.

"I, Harry James Potter, Claim the Carcass of this Basilisk that I single-handedly killed in defense of the school! So-Mote-It-Be!" The claim stuck, the glow proved it, and I am going to get bloody rich! While I am at it, I claimed the chamber… Wait a moment, a popular topic is claiming the whole House!

§I, Harry James Potter, Claim House Slytherin and Gaunt by Right Of Conquest! So-Mote-It-Be!§ the light effects were impressive, a silvery glow surrounded me for half a minute, maybe it is because I claimed two Houses at once. I have to find the bloody rings though.

With my good deed done, I went back up to Myrtle's bathroom and closed the sink. "I know that you are watching, Myrtle. I took care of the monster that slayed you. You can pass on if you want."

"I can, Harry Potter, I would have welcomed you here if you died and came back as a Ghost."

I smiled: "I would have liked that, say hi to Mum and Dad for me."

Myrtle nodded and faded away. Now, why did she stay here in the books and movies? Maybe nobody said she could bugger off when the snake was gone.

Xxxxx

This was a speed kill, I returned the roosters to Mippy and went to the Womping Willow, pressed the nob with Magic, and at the shack I called out to Kreacher.

He popped in after a minute, "Why is half-blood calling Kreacher? Noble Malfoy be the next Lord, not a filthy half-blood."

"I will make this short, Kreacher, take me to Grimmauld Place, so I can collect Master Regulus' Locket and take it to Gringotts to get it destroyed. NOW!"

Elves do listen better to clear commands, while in here I took control of the Wardstones, the house recognized the new owner, Kreacher handed the Locket and watched it stored with the diary and Tiara.

"Listen, and listen good, Kreacher, the Malfoy's were kissing Voldemort's ass. They to were responsible for Master Reggie's death. When you return home, after you take me back to Hogwarts, you clean this pig sty, so that I won't be embarrassed when people come for a visit. Now take me to Gringotts at the steps outside the door, and wait for my call."

"Greetings warriors," I said to the guards, I have some cursed artifacts with me that I need your curse breakers to clean, can I go in? The name is Heir Potter." I flashed my ring.

They guided me to Golddigger, after the traditional greeting I said: "Remember what was in my scar? Well, I have three items that have the same taint to be cleansed, I need two of the objects restored to their former glory and put in my vault, oh, can you contact my lawyer too?"

Golddigger paled, Horcruxes are over his pay grade, he better call his pepe, he punched a number of buttons, to call his reinforcements.

I took the lead-plated box out and presented it to the curse breaker: "I need the Tiara and Locket in prime condition, you can do what you like with the diary."

I looked at Blooddagger and said: "I investigated this, Tom Marvolo Riddle is the real name of Voldemort. He is the spawn of Merope Gaunt and a muggle from their Neighborhood. I want to buy that property and have it curse-free. I suspect he has put a Horcrux there too."

Now, a bit of bull shitting: "Blooddagger, I took that diary from Ginny Weasley, Malfoy planted it on the girl in Diagon Alley, the Locket was in the House of Black, Regulus Black defected and stole the Locket when he found out what it was. I bet Voldemort gave one to Bellatrix too and she probably stored it in her Vault." Cursing something foul, Blooddagger rushed outside.

I turned to Golddigger and grinned: "Ah, my account manager, do I have a job for you. Tell me, how rare are basilisk eyes?"

Golddigger swallowed: "Those are almost impossible to obtain, Heir Potter, they are insanely expensive, the eyes of the basilisks are destroyed at the breeders to prevent fatalities, very rare are there usable eyes for sale."

"Well, my dear account manager, I happen to have a basilisk for sale with the eyes intact. Are you up for it? I offer 1% of the sale as commission, on condition that you arrange the rendering, transport, and auction of the basilisk. Do we have a deal?"

Golddigger suspected a trap: "That seems a bit low Heir Potter, how big is that Basilisk you are talking about? The ones fresh from their egg, don't go for much, and their eyes are worthless. Most don't survive their first week."

"Well, mine is about a thousand years old, give or take a decade." I bragged, "I just killed it not two hours ago, there are also a few shed skins that can get a good price." I turned serious: "I estimate it will sell for more than three million Galleons. 1% is still thirty thousand Galleons. I bet that is enough to cut a snake up and sell the parts in an auction, don't you think?"

Golddigger woke up: "That is too low, Heir Potter, If I have to bare the cost for rendering and auctioning, there will not be much left for me. 3% if the Basilisk sells over three million galleons, and a percent more for every hundred thousand Galleons the basilisk sells below those three million. And we share the costs for rendering and auctioning." he offered.

"I can live with that, we have a deal, Golddigger, can you make a contract for it? I can provide a memory of the Snake as proof." I better close that deal before Grandpa comes to mess it up.

That got him slapping some buttons and a lot of conversation in gobelybobbely. A group of elders came in, while a youngster carried a Pensieve and placed it in the middle of the room.

"You can place the memory in the Pensieve, Heir Potter. The memory will be projected above the Pensieve," explained Golddigger.

"Then it will be two memories, I waited an hour to make sure the Basilisk was dead." I put my first memory in, entering the chamber, turning on the lights, and unloading the roosters. It was a bit embarrassing to see myself running outside and close the door.

"Very wise, Heir Potter. Only fools would wait inside and risk certain death. The other memory please."

I played the memory from the moment that I entered the chamber again until after I claimed the carcass and Houses, the glow confirmed my claim. Those elders were drooling over the carcass.

"Golddigger and I came to an agreement for selling the Basilisk, I leave the details to him once we signed the contract," I commented. That is the way to earn money, let someone else do the heavy lifting, while I sit back and relax and count my Galleons.

An elder asked: "What oath or declaration did you make in Parseltongue, Heir Potter? The silver sphere was very impressive, Magic must have liked it for it to last that long."

"I claimed House Gaunt and Slytherin by right of conquest, I don't know which House I got or both, but I guess I need the rings to prove my claim," I answered.

That stirred up a doxy nest, Golddigger slapped some more buttons, and suddenly some big shots entered the room, even the elders were respectful. After some explaining, and showing the Memory, the boss looked at me and said: "You are sure you claimed House Slytherin by right of Conquest?"

I nodded: "Slytherin and Gaunt, Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I looked it up. The last Lord was Morphin Gaunt, his father named Marvolo Gaunt. The daughter Merope eloped with a Tom Riddle." Those are the facts that can easily be checked in the records.

The boss said some words, and one rushed out. He said: "We have the Slytherin rings here at hand, the Gaunt ring did not return. They ruined themselves three hundred years ago, there is a vault but it was kept inactive for that long. Those fools started a war against us, after losing it, the ministry had to do a lot of concessions and took it out on the Gaunts."

I shrugged: "And Riddle will no doubt continue that tradition, he is looking down on Muggles and Muggleborn, then you can imagine what he thinks about Goblins, Veela, or Centaurs. That and he is a crazy bastard, you have no doubt heard about his Horcruxes."

Blooddagger came in the room, and nodded to the boss: "The Horcruxes are gone. The one in Bellatrix Lestrange too, it was Hufflepuffs' chalice. I claimed the artifacts for House Potter. What has to be done with that Vault?" he asked.

"We confiscate the Galleons, all items will be put in the Black Vault, and grant 20% of the gold to the Potter Vault." He said.

A goblin returned with a set of rings, Blooddagger guided me: "First try the heir ring on, if it accepts you, you can put the Lord ring on and see if you got accepted as the new Lord. Although I would advise to wait two years. You have a lot to learn, being a Lord comes with a lot of responsibilities. You can appoint a regent for house Slytherin, for house Black too, not for house Potter, Dumbledore claimed that illegally."

I thought about Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis from the first Level, they seemed to be good guys, and it will stick a pole up Dumbledore's ass if I make them Regents. I made my choices clear to Blooddagger.

"Can you invite Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis to come along with your team to Hogwarts to inspect the Basilisk and transport it away?" I asked

Blooddagger exploded: "What Basilisk? Golddigger! What did you do?"

I grinned: "I made a good deal, Golddigger will explain it. I have to go now, it is almost dinner time, and Dumbledore will miss me if I am not there."

Kreacher popped me back in the shack. Tomorrow is Sunday, the Goblins will arrive after breakfast, which will turn Dumbledore's knickers in a twist for sure.

Xxxxx

When we went to dinner, I asked: "Ginny, did you have friends at the Burrow, or was it just you and your brothers?"

"No, Luna lives a half mile away, we used to play a lot together until her Mum died three years ago, it became a bit awkward between her and Mum. Mum wanted to 'mother' her, and Luna resisted it, you know how Mum can be. She is sorted into Ravenclaw, she is very smart, but her Mum's death hurt her a lot." explained Ginny.

"I want to meet her, you know what? Let's eat at the Ravenclaw table." I proposed, "I bet Luna can use the company of her friend and maybe can use another one."

At the table, Luna sat alone with a dreamy expression on her face, Ginny took place next to her and I sat in front of them.

"Hey, Luna, do you mind if we keep you company? This is Harry Potter, Harry, this is my best friend Luna." introduced Ginny, "How are your classes, Luna? It is sad that we don't share many classes together. How about we work on our homework together like we used to do?"

Luna smiled: "I would like that, Ginny. Hello, Harry Potter, I am afraid I am not one of your Future wives."

I shrugged: "Don't worry, I can't win them all. Do you have an eye on someone already?" I asked.

She shook her head: "No, Daddy said I had to wait until I am forty years old to get married. I doubt I can wait that long." she dreamily proclaimed.

I nodded: "That is what all dads tell their daughters, they want to protect them against the boys that want to steal them away."

Luna looked closely at me: "I am surprised you have so few Nargels around you. I expected more of them."

"Goblins got rid of most of my Nargels with some cleansing rituals a few weeks ago." I explained, "They didn't have a chance to latch at me, and I hope they stay away for a long time."

Half the Ravenclaw table was listening to our conversation, "What are Nargels exactly, Harry?, I never could see one for myself." asked Ginny.

"Well, Ginny, you can only see them if you can see Magic," I bullshitted, "Mage sight they call it, then you see spells and other effects as colorful blobs or shapes. Nargels, for example, are located around the head, spells like confundus show as colors, but also your emotions have colors, I guess Luna named those negative emotions and spells Nargels."

By the look on Luna's face, I am pretty close to the truth. "Mum and I named them so when I was five years old, I kept the names to have something from my Mum with me," said Luna with a sad face.

"That is nice if you have something from your mother to remember her by, the only thing I remember from my Mum is a green light when I wake up from my nightmare." Yes, this one is riding the pity train, all the girls that were listening in had tears in their eyes, and the boys were fighting evil in their minds. It will reduce the bullying of Luna a lot, and reconnecting with Ginny will make her life easier.

That evening Ron returned from Percy, without a word he shut the drapes from his bed. I bet that talk changed his life. Welcome to the big boys, Dude!

Xxxxx

The next morning I went down early, at the head table I saw Flitwick, who is an early riser too McGonagall and Dumbledore were not yet present.

I went to Flitwick: "Sir, after breakfast a delegation from Gringotts will come to the castle with Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis on House Business, I promise we will not disturb other students."

Flitwick nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Potter. That is not unusual. There are enough empty classrooms and meeting rooms to have a meeting."

"Thank you, sir, can I invite you to that meeting, sir? You might find it interesting." I offered.

"You made me curious Mr. Potter, I will come," answered Flitwick.

I spotted Daphne and Tracey at the breakfast table, and went to them: "Ladies, may I join you for breakfast? I have something to discuss with you."

Tracey said: "Sit down Potter, as long you won't go feral on us. You scared us out of our skin when you mauled Lockhart."

I smiled: "I promise to never scare you again, you both have pretty skin, it would be a shame to scare you out of it again."

I sat down and filled my plate: "After breakfast, your fathers are coming to Hogwarts for some House business between them and me, you are both invited to attend that meeting... No, there will be no betrothal talks, if that is what is worrying you." I added, by the looks of horror on their faces.

Daphne hissed: "You lied to us, Potter! You promised it, and not a minute later you scared us out of our skin again!"

"I think I saw Nana waving at me from the beyond." complained Tracey, "I thought my world crashed down on me."

"Can you give a hint?" asked Daphne, "So we can prepare our actions."

"Not here, there are too many ears and listening spells. I have to collect Hermione to come along too. They will arrive at the gate at nine-thirty.

Xxxxx

A small group waited at the gate for the visitors, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna joined, after introducing Daphne and Tracey, I explained the reason for the visit.

"A part of this visit is that I discovered that I am the Primary Heir of two more… three more Houses. For two Houses I need Regents to sit as proxy in the Wizengamot. House Black and House Slytherin. I have House Gaunt too, but that is nothing to brag about."

Daphne gasped: "You want to make our fathers Regents! Why? That is a big decision to make. Did you think this over, Potter?"

"Your parents are powerful, I can tell, because nobody is messing with the both of you in Slytherin, even the ferret behaves in front of you." I explained, "I need that power at my back to get rid of Dumbledore. Ah! There they are."

11. Falling from Grace.

Blooddagger was first to greet me: "Heir Potter, you left yesterday without even signing the agreement between Golddigger and you. An agreement that could have cost you millions of Galleon, can you explain your reasons?"

I shrugged: "First of all, I want my account manager to work for my best interest, Golddigger can gain at best 80 000 Galleons if he is putting his own interest before mine. As I told him, it will be the difference between five years or fifty years doing this job. This Basilisk is nothing compared to what I can bring in later."

I turned to the Lords, who were hugging their daughter, "Good morning Lord Greengrass and you Lord Davis, I am Heir Potter, the reason I asked for your presence is best explained in private. If you would be so kind to follow me."

I addressed the Goblins: "Good day to the Horde, I destroyed my enemy and we are going to collect the profits."

Their faces showed that my greeting made an impact. An older one said: "That it will, Heir Potter, we all saw the memory and are impressed, the profits are going to be big. Lead the way."

We walked in silence to the main door, while Daphne and Tracey were whispering to their fathers.

At the main door, Flitwick and Dumbledore were waiting for us. Dumbledore had a worried look on his face, of all the people he wanted to keep away from me, I gathered the most troublesome ones.

"Cyrus? What is the reason for your visit?" Asked Dumbledore, "And you Bernard? Harry my boy? What is the meaning of this?"

"This is House business, Albus," answered Lord Greengrass, "As per the charter of 1175, Hogwarts allows meetings between Houses on days without classes, such as today."

Flitwick added: "I already gave Heir Potter permission for the meeting, Albus. In fact, Heir Potter requested my presence at that meeting. That will ensure that Hogwarts rules will be respected."

"I must insist that I am included in this meeting as his Magical Guardian." protested Dumbledore.

Blooddagger stepped in front of him and said: "The business is between Houses Potter, Greengrass, Davis, and Gringotts, Dumbledore." he pushed further, "As we wrote in our letter to you, you lost all claims of authority over Heir Potter, the moment we discovered your crimes against Heir Potter. We detest abuse and torture of children, and you are guilty of both and more. Move aside please, Heir Potter, lead the way."

Lord Greengrass said: "From the little I heard, Albus, you may expect a lot of questions at the next Wizengamot. If we hear more, then you can expect a visit from Madam Bones."

Xxxxx

At the sink, I pointed the alerts out, "I moved these alerts away from this faucet." §Open, Stairs, Lights!§ I continued "Yes, I am a Parselmouth, so I suppose that I am also the true Heir of Slytherin. Dumbledore knew this was the entrance from the last time the chamber was opened. You can go down now. No, headmaster, you can stay here, you are not yet ready to know what is going on. You are old and fragile, better enjoy the years you have left."

I closed the sink behind me, the expression of Dumbledore was priceless. At the bottom of the stairs, I lead the way to the gate. At the shed skin, we paused, the Goblins, who saw the memory were calculating the value of the skin, the humans however were getting an idea of what dangers lay ahead. Hermione's mouth finally stopped spouting facts and figures from Hogwarts, a History, edition 1986 when she saw the skin. The rest of the girls moved to the back of the group. It showed that they do have common sense after all.

Luna asked: "Harry? Is this a good idea? By the look of that skin, there is room for everyone in its stomach."

"The beast is dead" declared Blooddagger, "I saw the proof yesterday in a Pensieve. It was impressive, to say the least."

Flitwick was stunned: "That monster must be at least seventy feet long if not longer!"

One of the Goblins enlarged a trunk and stored the skin, he commented: "This will sell for quite a bit of Galleons, Heir Potter."

I shrugged, "There are more of those a bit further."

At the gate, §Open… Lights! § I said: "I covered the eyes, there is no danger at all. Girls, whatever you do, don't remove the covers from the eyes."

The goblins worked together to get the snake out of the statue and did their measuring again, Luna got her first scope for the Quibbler when she started taking pictures. Putting the girls next to the head as a comparison, no doubt that picture will be on the front page. In the meantime, I explained how and why I killed the Basilisk, including why Myrtle became a Ghost, and why she moved on.

In the end, I concluded: "Yesterday, I claimed House Slytherin and Gaunt by right of Conquest. Also, a few weeks back I found out that I am Heir Primary of House Black."

I looked at both Lords and said: "I am asking you both if you are willing to be Regent for Houses Slytherin and Black, and be my Magical Guardians." that got them speechless, I added: "As you heard Blooddagger say to Dumbledore, that he committed several crimes against me in his function as Magical Guardian."

Lord Davis asked: "That is a big offer, Heir Potter, I see the benefits that it will bring you, what is in it for us? Accepting Regency will get us some powerful enemies, light and dark alike."

I grinned: "I won't scare your daughters again by saying betrothals, but I offer an alliance between Houses Potter, Black, and Slytherin, and yours, and move my Houses in your faction of the Wizengamot, although I have to kick Dumbledore from the Potter seat first."

Lord Greengrass asked: "Why do you rule betrothals out if I may ask? And how did you scare our daughters?"

"When I said to them this morning that we are going to have a meeting on House business, they looked horrified, they taught it was about marriage between our Houses."

Daphne and Tracey caught my last words, Daphne said: "You lied to us again Heir Potter, you scared us out of our skin for the second time today with this Basilisk." she turned to her Dad, "Father, we are too young to discuss marriage, you said yourself that we may choose our husband, please don't take that away."

I nodded: "I prefer being friends first if you don't mind. Having fiancees is too much pressure. I am even too young for dating."

Blooddagger interrupted us: "Heir Potter, you have yet to sign the contract regarding the basilisk. After you sign, we can transport it out of here."

After reading it through, I signed the deal. A moment later, the Basilisk ported away with Blooddagger's team, leaving me with Blooddagger, Flitwick, the Lords, and the girls.

I took a deep breath, "Blooddagger, I suggest you put that snake on display for a week or so, that will attract customers. Lord Greengrass, Lord Davis, you don't have to decide right now. If you accept, you can sign the papers at Gringotts, Gringotts hired a Lawyer in my name, Tonks is his name I think."

I looked at everyone and asked, "Did I forget something?"

Flitwick asked: "What did Dumbledore do to harm you, Mr. Potter?"

"Come with us to Gringotts and I'll show you." said Blooddagger, and turned to me "Can you give some memories of your youth to me Heir Potter?"

When I extracted them, I commented: "I gave my aunt until Christmas to move away, I was planning to give an interview to the newspapers of where Dumbledore dumped me, and how I was treated."

Blooddagger took the memory vials and said: "Your aunt will find out that she can't always get what she wants."

Xxxxx

Once we escorted them out the gate, while walking back, Hermione turned to me: "Explain, Harry, how did you find out about the Basilisk? And how did you kill it?"

I waited a few seconds, and gave her a big hug, "Hermione! You only asked two questions! Alright, your first question, I asked Moaning Myrtle how she died…" I did the tale of how I discovered the chamber and what the monster was at the shed skin.

"And how that I killed it?" I started bullshitting with big arm movements and gestures, "Well, Hermione, that Basilisk and I battled for hours, numerous times I came close to death. You know I am a parselmouth and that Basilisk kept on using swear words, of course, I returned them in kind, it was bad, it was vicious if you were there, you would have yelled Language! A thousand times! Then, finally, I remembered I brought some roosters along, I took them out of my trunk and compulsed them to crow. That was the final stroke, the Basilisk hung his head down and died, it was a glorious battle, the Basilisk was a worthy foe. You know the saying; Bravery is measured by the dangers you overcome. I was very brave indeed."

Tracey giggled: "I believe the part with the roosters, but frankly, I have trouble believing the rest."

I complained: "Hey! I could get an order of Merlin for this kill! But I doubt I get it by putting some chickens in a room. My version is more heroic."

Ginny dryly asked: "What more glory do you want, Harry? After the Angry dragon you killed, the werewolves you tamed, the Vampires, a Basilisk is just another day's work."

Daphne added: "That is right! Now that you mentioned it, Weasley, all those girlfriends he gathered, how many does he have already? Ten? Twenty?"

I shrugged: "I haven't read all those books, so I would not know the exact number."

McGonagall was waiting for us at the entrance: "Mr. Potter, The headmaster needs to speak with you now. Come along."

On the way to the office, I asked: "Professor, the day after my parents died, you watched my aunt's house all day, Why did you allow Dumbledore to leave me on the doorstep of those monsters? Why did you never come to check up on me?"

McGonagall staggered at my questions, she asked: "How did you know that I watched them?"

I shrugged: "I know now that you did. You are a cat animagus. Why were you there in the first place? My parents died the night before and you get it in your head to scout my mothers' sister for a whole day. Why? What was in it for you?"

McGonagall stopped and turned to me: "I suspected that he would put you there to hide you."

"To hide me? Or to control me?" I asked, "Knowing my aunt, I am certain Mum would have forbidden it to place me there, didn't I have Godparents? Why didn't they take me in?"

She sighed: "Sirius Black betrayed your parents to You know who, and got arrested for killing Peter Pettigrew and a dozen muggles. Five days later Death Eaters tortured your Godmother until she lost her mind."

"And yet I got delivered the day after my parents died at my aunt." I argued, "That was days before Sirius got arrested and my Godmother got assaulted. What right did Dumbledore have to kidnap me from my Godparents? Why did you never check up on me? Why did he never visit me to see how I was raised? Ten years I had to sleep on a foam mattress in a cupboard under the stairs because of you and him."

That made McGonagall speechless, surely it wasn't that bad?

I poured oil on the fire: "You dropped me as a piece of garbage on the doorstep without having the decency to knock on the door. It was freezing that night, Professor, they found me the next morning half dead. I got abused and starved for years, and you didn't care one bit."

I continued, "You know what, Professor, the day I take my Lordship, there will be a reckoning, because, in my eyes, you and him are as bad as Voldemort." I turned and walked away, my last words: "Tell the Headmaster that I never will go to his office willingly. I consider him my worst enemy. Good day, Professor."

Does she let me go?… yep, I dodged a bullet and gave her something to think about. Rule Nr1: avoid being alone with Dumbledore, if he has no trouble leaving you with abusive relatives, he won't have trouble putting some spells on you. The motives of why Dumbledore did all this are a mystery, but he acted with the full knowledge of what sort of life he condemned me to. Fan fiction writer Sinyk explained it best on his profile page. Dumbledore didn't give a shit about Harry Potter. I was nothing more than a pawn in his game. Fuck him.

I returned to the girls, who were still discussing the chamber and the snake. I said: "Follow me please, I have something to show you, Hermione, save the questions for later."

On the seventh floor, I showed the RoR, now that I am doing the usual Fan fiction tropes, I better do them all. I made my usual room and explained the whole thing. After that, I asked: "Miss Greengrass, Miss Davis, Luna, how good are your minds protected against Legilimence and spells?"

Daphne: "Tracey and I are trained in occlumency, our Heir ring warns us for potions and spells cast on us, please call us Daphne and Tracey."

Luna said: "I am a natural Occlumence, and have my Heir ring on."

"Good, I want you all to keep this room a secret, once everyone knows about it, they will want to use this room too."

Xxxxx

When we went to the Great Hall for lunch, I thought about all the things I have done and still have to do.

Hmm, let me check my to-do list…

Gringotts? Done.

Dispel my body, get rid of Horcrux in my scar? Done.

Diary, Tiara, Huffy Cup, and Locket? Done.

Shopping for new clothes? Done.

Basilisk? Done.

The Daily Liar? Done.

Taking care of Snape…

Taking care of Dumbledore…

Taking Care of Fudge and Umbitch...

The ring in the Gaunt Shack…

The Death Eaters…

Voldemort…

The Rat…

Sirius…

Crouch Jr….

Lockhart...

Nagini?

I am not even fucking halfway! This needs to get in a higher gear, after lunch, I wrote several letters, Mr. Anonymous is at it again. After sending the letters I stunned Scabbers, and put him in an unbreakable cage. To be safe, I amputated his feet. That will keep him from running to his Master.

A letter to Skeeter The Beetle put her on the track to Lockhart's and Dumbledore's secrets, a few memory vials of Snape's teaching and the question of how many students from outside Slytherin got a Newt in potions, were sent to Madam Marchbanks, Madam Bones and the Head of St Mungoos.

To be sure the letters got out, I hired Ginny to send the owls, and I watched them fly away.

What next… Fudge and Umbitch are out of reach, the death eaters too for the moment. Meh, the rest have to wait for next week.

Xxxxx

I got results already! The daily Prophet posted the picture of the Basilisk with the girls posing at the head on the front page. The headline said it all.

The Boy Who Lived is now the Boy Who Slayed!

Rear Readers! Yesterday, just in time to get in today's newspaper, Gringotts reported this incredible story. Harry Potter discovered that a monster was slumbering in the Chamber of Secrets. Yes, we have proof that the Chamber of Secrets is real. The illustrious room Salazar Slytherin made and left a monster in it to guard it against intruders.

Two days ago, Our Hero went down into the Chamber and eliminated the beast. What kind of beast was in the chamber you ask? A thousand-year-old BASILISK! A class six wizard killer!

Golddigger, the account manager of the Boy Who Slayed explained: "Heir Potter came Saturday afternoon to me, and stated that he killed a Basilisk today, and asked me to handle the sale of the carcass. His words: I claimed the carcass by right of conquest by slaying it to protect the school.

Golddigger added: Heir Potter showed me and our elders the memory of how he managed to slay single-handed an eighty-five feet long Basilisk. We decided to put that Basilisk on display in Gringotts for two weeks before we sell the parts in an auction.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see a thousand-year-old Basilisk, dear readers, the entrance fee is only three sickles.

This Reporter will grab that chance for certain!

Your reporter

Labber, Mouth B.

More about Basilisks on page 2

The Chamber of Secrets exposed on page 3

The girls in the pictures, friends, or more? Their identity revealed on page 5

Is there an Order of Merlin for the Boy Who Slayed? Experts say yes, more on page 4

Moaning Myrtle Moved on! Her death avenged! More on page 6

Luna's name was mentioned next to the pictures, she sat on our table when we read the paper. "Daddy got a lot of money for those pictures. He is going to sell them to other newspapers too. We surely are going to find the Crumpled horned Snorcack next summer with it."

I nodded: "Yeah, they are hard to find, but, Luna? What if they are active in winter and burrow down in summer?"

Ginny elbowed me: "Harry! Don't you dare to send Luna out in the middle of winter! Luna, Harry is joking."

Ron glared at me: "Why didn't you ask me to come along? Why take Ginny and Loony instead of me?"

I pointed my finger at him: "First of all, the name is Luna, say that other word again and I will start calling you Ronda. Second, who insists to sleep in on Sundays and crawls out of his bed when it is time for lunch? I am not your Nanny, Ron. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna were eating breakfast with me, so I asked them to come along. Greengrass and Davis were having breakfast too, I was meeting their fathers for House business, so I offered them to come with us. You were sleeping mate, the last time when I tried to wake you up on a Sunday, you got angry."

That, and I became a bit tired of his nagging, Ron is a hopeless case in my opinion. There is no filter between his mouth and brain, and I noticed he is more rude to the people that tried to be friends with me. I got Hermione almost trained, she is waiting for an answer after a question and stopped quoting rules and books. With the addition of Ginny and Luna, she mellowed down a bit.

Now I have to think of a way to include my two snakes, it is a good thing I scared the crap out of Draco with my Werewolf act, the poor kid is still avoiding me like the plague.

At the head table tensions heated up, Lockhart was feeling sorry for himself for that lost opportunity, Basking with Basilisks would have been a great title. McGonagall was horrified because there was a basilisk at Hogwarts for all these years. Snape was fuming about the ingredients he missed out on. Poor Albus had it worse, Potter killed a basilisk, and he had nothing to do with it. I bet McGonagall waxed his ears after my revelations yesterday. Flitwick however, was reading the paper with a smile.

Hermione commented: "You are going to be more famous than ever, Harry. The people won't leave you alone after today."

I shrugged: "At least I will be famous for something I actually did, instead of for something my parents arranged. You look great in that picture by the way."

Hmm? Ron lost his appetite? He only ate three servings! Jealousy is an ugly monster indeed, but then again, in several fan fiction they pictured him gay, and having a major crush on me. I can not blame him for that, after all, I am very awesome.

Dumbledore did look a bit worried, I understood when the doors of the Great Hall slammed open and a stream of wizards and witches walked in. There was even a dude with a bowler hat. This will be the start of his Fall from Grace.

12. Another one bites the dust, and another, and another.

I followed the shouting match between the Minister and the condescending answers from Dumbledore, "What do you mean there was no danger for the students Albus!" exclaimed Fudge, "A Thousand-year-old Basilisk is not a danger? My informant says that you knew where the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets is and you even knew that Hagrid was not responsible for opening it fifty years ago! And yet you did nothing to clear his name. Explain that if you can!" demanded Fudge with an angry face.

That question triggered Hagrid to look up and pay attention, "Cornelius, fifty years ago I did not have a lot of influence," answered Dumbledore, "The best I could do was to get him a job as a gamekeeper at Hogwarts."

Madam Bones cut in and said: "You had fifty years to correct that injustice, Headmaster, there is a big difference between an Acromantula and a Basilisk, do you want to swear an oath that you did not know that Myrtle Warren was killed by a Basilisk? After all, there is a big difference between death by the Gaze of a Basilisk and death by the Venomous bite of an Acromantula spider."

She looked thoughtful and continued: "Now that I think about it, I bet you allowed Hagrid to be arrested so that Hogwarts could remain open. It was an easy sacrifice, and you quenched your conscience by getting him hired as a Gamekeeper. You warded the bathroom and entrance to scare the real culprit off, didn't you? The look on your face tells me enough."

"Now Amelia," Dumbledore protested, "You can not accuse me for every single thing that happened at Hogwarts. Fifty years ago I was a Transfiguration teacher, those events were handled by the DMLE and the previous Headmaster, I only did the best I could considering those circumstances." argued Dumbledore.

Fudge butted in: "And you did not correct them since you became the Headmaster, Albus! You knew who was responsible! My informant even claims you know the real identity of You Know Who!"

"When were you planning to tell us his real name, Mr. Dumbledore?" asked Madam Bones, "Our informant wrote to us that you knew his real name from the start. A muggle-born Tom Riddle, his mother was a squib from House Gaunt."

Dumbledore held his hand up: "That is delicate information, Amelia! That can cause severe damage to our community!"

Amelia exploded: "Keeping it a secret DID severe damage, you idiot! Who would have followed a half-blood from the Gaunt line? It is as if you wanted that war to happen. Let us talk about that death eater you are allowing to terrorize your students, we saw some disturbing memories of how that man behaves, and I will not allow this man to teach a day longer."

Dumbledore frowned: "Amelia, hiring and firing Professors are done by me and the Board of Governors. The Ministry has nothing to do with it."

Another man came closer, "But I can, Albus, As head of St. Mungoos, and Head of the British branch of the Potion Master Guild, I am revoking the membership of Severus Snape, for destroying the future of potential Potion Masters. The way Mr. Snape is teaching is horrible."

Amelia nodded to some of her aurors, and a moment later Snape was stunned and tied up. Madam Bones told Dumbledore: "I can not demand his resignation, Dumbledore, but I can demand his arrest. New facts came to light yesterday, those facts shined a new light on what really happened in the last war. Robarts, take him to the holding cells. Using legilimence on students is against the law, Mr. Dumbledore."

I started applauding when they dragged an unconscious Snape out of the Great Hall, soon followed by the rest of the students, even some Slytherins joined in. One down, several to go. Dumbledore looked a bit worried, I bet he guessed who sent those memories… yep, he is looking at me, waving… now he is sure.

I went to the front and approached Madam Bones, I enlarged my trunk, took the cage with Scabbers out, and presented the rat to her.

"Madam Bones, I am Harry Potter, I suspect that this rat is an animagus, it is always watching me, and is looking up at the girl's skirts in our common room. I got a letter telling me he is one. Can you check it for me please?" If you are famous, cash in on that fame!

Madam Bones indulged me and cast the revealing spell, Behold! One Rat animagus was exposed! It got worse when they found out it was Uncle Peter Pettigrew, and he carried Voldy's Wand.

"Harry my boy, who wrote this letter to you?" asked Dumbledore.

"I am not your boy, you old bastard," I snapped to him, "It is Heir Potter to you, and you are an enemy to House Potter, so drop the Grandfather act, you can't fool me again."

Surrounded by Aurors and the Minister, I felt brave enough to lash out. Yep, it is always better to have an army behind you than to have one facing you… Unless you are being chased by that army, then it is all bad.

"Minister, this proves that my sworn Godfather did not betray my parents," I said, "Uncle Sirius was thrown in Azkaban by Dumbledore and Crouch without a trial. A man like you can easily correct the injustice from the previous administration, if the reporters find this out they might blame you if you don't act fast. After all, this is Dumbledore's fault."

I whispered: "Sir, there are a lot of students here that heard it all, Give Uncle Sirius a trial, even if he is guilty you have followed the law. You won't regret it at your next election."

Bribe? Nah, a promise is not a bribe. You can even consider it as a treat, don't free Sirius and you will regret it. See? Not a bribe at all. Hmm, I might have a future in politics after all… FAKE NEWS! Yep, I am ready to rule! And in my case, it really is fake news.

"Amelia, get to the bottom of this," demanded Fudge, already counting his future Galleons, "Get Sirius Black out of Azkaban, and question him too, you have my full support on this."

"Thank you, Minister," I took a bow, shrunk my trunk, and went back to my table.

Ginny softly asked: "Harry? Did you just manipulate the Minister to free Sirius Black?"

I shook my head: "I wouldn't dare, Ginny, I just pointed some facts out to him, and let him come to his own conclusions. It is not my fault that those conclusions are in line with what I want. Pure coincidental, no manipulation at all that you can prove."

Luna giggled: "He did Ginny."

Ron fumed: "You stole Scabbers from me! I searched for him all weekend!"

Hermione slapped his arm: "That is what you are angry about? He was an animagus, Ron! An adult man slept in your bed for more than a year! And you are angry at Harry for taking Scabbers away? What is wrong with you?"

Luna commented: "Ron always had a lot of Nargels, those hinder him from thinking clearly."

A loud voice at the head table interrupted us, "I don't care that you had everything under control, Albus! Because it clearly wasn't! A twelve-year-old student went down to the Secret Chamber and killed a Basilisk to protect the school! That is more than you have done in a century!"

Boomed Madam Bones, "You let Voldemort rampage for years and you did nothing! At the trials of the death eaters, a lot of them bribed themselves out, and you did nothing! You let Snape terrorize students and you did nothing! Be prepared for the next Wizengamot, Dumbledore, I will demand for your resignation."

I grinned at Ginny: "Ok, I might have manipulated a bit, don't tell anyone, will you?"

Can you believe Ron is still mad at me? I better drop him, No, I'll replace him with Ginny and Luna, they are smarter and prettier, I'll consider it an upgrade. With Neville and those two snakes, this year already improved my social standing.

Crap, they leave without Dumbledore, well, Snape is gone, and it damaged Dumbledore's reputation, I can't win them all. Best of all, I got Hagrid thinking, Dumbledore got fifty years to clear his name, and didn't move a muscle. McGonagall was hissing in Dumbles ears, while Flitwick read his newspaper with a smile.

Xxxxx

In the following days, the Daily Trash nibbled at Dumbledore's reputation, one bite at a time. His inaction fifty years ago, suppressing and exploiting poor old Hagrid, his love affair with Snape, ok, that last bit was speculation, but it was the only explanation why he allowed Snape to abuse his position, you know, where there is smoke, there is fire.

A few days later, Rita clearly visited Aunty Bagshot, the love affair between Alby and Gelly made the front page.

The Dirty Secrets of Albus Dumbledore!

Dear readers, on an anonymous tip from a reader, this reporter went and investigated some of the bold statements that the reader made in his letter. Albus Dumbledore is not the man we think he is!

For starters, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, what could be wrong with this name? Yes, dear readers, two middle names to many, his real name is Albus Percival Dumbledore, to look more impressive, he added those names when he was writing papers during the time he had to stay home and take care of his sister, who became an obscuros a few years before.

That is harmless you think? Far from it! Any oath Dumbledore took using those two extra names, made those oaths invalid! Can you grasp the severity of this? A man in a leading position who is not bound by his oaths?

That is not all, dear readers!

During the time Dumbledore had to take care of his sister, he met a young man, and they fell in love, we don't judge, we are not so narrow-minded as the Muggles, but that boy was Gellert Grindelwald! Both boys were very intelligent and discussed a lot of topics on how to better the world, like their slogan For The Greater Good. So lost in their love affair, Dumbledore neglected his sister's care. Until Dumbledore's brother Abersford came home from Hogwarts and loudly reminded him of his duties, a fight broke out, spells were cast, and a stray spell hit Ariana, and killed her.

Gellert panicked and made a run from it, Albus stayed and silently put the blame on Gellert. Did Gellert cast that spell? Since that day, Dumbledore preaches that everyone deserves a second chance! Why? If Gellert did kill Ariana, would Dumbledore be so generous as to give a second chance to her killer?

My best guess is that Albus Dumbledore himself cast that deadly spell, and killed Ariana. He put the blame on Gellert, and by some misplaced guilt he is handing out second chances to even the foulest criminals because if a murderer like him can be redeemed, others deserve the same chance.

Yes, dear readers, instead of confessing his crime and being judged, he thinks he is paying for his crimes by giving second chances to his fellow criminals. Rumors say he even forgave students that raped girls at Hogwarts, and just gave them a few detentions as punishment, after that, the rapists could go and rape another girl!

When Dumbledore finally confronted Grindelwald in 45, thousands of good wizards were killed and crippled our nation. Why didn't he confront him five, ten, or fifteen years sooner? These are hard questions, and I am afraid the answers will expose a coward at best and a hidden Dark Lord at worst.

Your loyal reporter

Rita Skeeter

More about the Grindelwald War on page 7

All the oaths Dumbledore took on page 3

All about Ariana Dumbledore on page 4

Dumbledore's Greater Good exposed on page 2

Are our daughters safe at Hogwarts? More on page 5

Hogwarts, a training school for death eaters? More on page 6

While reading the paper I commented: "Rita is going for the kill this time, I doubt his job will survive this."

"It is about time they do something to stop those perverts!" said Angelina out loud "We are tired that our complaints are not answered. Yes, Cormack! I am talking about you! If you so much dare to touch us or make a rude comment again then we will cut it off."

"Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Jones for threatening a fellow student," called McGonagall out.

I stood up and said to her: "Instead of taking points from Angelina, you better ask why McLaggen deserved to be neutered, Professor, or did you like being raped when you were a student here?"

"Mr. Potter! Twenty points from Griffindor! Detention for a month!" Raged McGonagall.

I turned to Angelina and shrugged: "She must have liked it, they think it isn't rape if their victims get wet."

"Mr. Potter! Fifty points from Gryffindor! Two months of detention!"

I shrugged: "I am sorry, Professor, I won't attend a single one of those. I am sick and tired of this school, I am planning to transfer to another school on my Christmas break, Can you recommend a good one?"

"Ilvermorny is a good one I heard," said Hermione, "Beaubatons is good too, if you speak French." McGonagall was imitating a fish, gasping for air, never did she receive so much disrespect from her House.

"Well, that remains an option, I can hire tutors and get home-schooled. That Basilisk is enough to pay for them." I said, "If someone else is interested, they can come too."

That will please ROB, causing mayhem by leaving this school, the Boy Who Left Hogwarts! The Boy That Moved Out Of The Country! Nah, that last one is a bit too long. Dumbledore didn't show his face at meals, I bet he is on damage control.

"I want to come, Harry," said Luna, "as long as I don't have to marry you."

"Hey," I protested, "I am a good catch, you know! I am rich and handsome, and now that Lockhart lost his winner smile, I am in the lead for the most sparkling, brightest smile in Teen Witch Weekly!"

"I still don't want to marry you, Harry," said Luna, "I don't feel the connection between us, sorry, ask Ginny or Hermione, or Greengrass and Davis."

Tracey shouted from the Slytherin table: "Lovegood! Don't drag us into this conversation! You hear!"

"That is right, Luna, Harry has enough with Hermione and me." joked Ginny, "four girls would be too much for the poor bloke."

I stood up: "It looks like I can't win this discussion, I am going to class, damned, we have potions, well, I am going for a walk. If any of you know some good tutors, let me know."

Walking out of the hall, two snakes followed me out. Once outside they moved in closer, Daphne called: "Potter, wait a minute. Did you mean that you want to be home-schooled?"

I nodded: "Yes, you have to admit that the only classes that are useful are Charms and Transfiguration. The rest of the courses are taught by idiots or criminals. I bet I can get my Owls a year sooner than at Hogwarts too."

"Are you going to be tutored at your home?" asked Tracey, "We like to get tutored too, we are in an Alliance, so that is acceptable. Our mothers are good at Magic and can teach us some classes. What do you think?"

"Well for one, my current home is unacceptable," I said, 'I was raised by Muggles, but I am confident that Sirius Black has a home that I can use. I heard that his trial is in a few days."

"If your mothers agree to tutor us, then I am happy to add you to the group," I said smiling.

"Can I come too?" asked Neville, "My Gran can teach too."

I looked thoughtful and answered: "I am happy to have you Neville, but let me ask you, isn't your Gran a female version of Snape? You are terrified of her aren't you?"

I held my hands up and stopped him from protesting: "Think about it Neville, you are using your father's wand, it is clearly not working for you, yet you are afraid to ask for a new one. She allowed you to be bullied by your uncle Algy, or do you think getting dropped out of a two-story high window is normal?"

I sighed: "You are very welcome to join us, Neville, but your Gran has some explaining to do before she can tutor us."

"Can we come too?" I looked behind me and saw Ginny, Luna, and Hermione. I turned back and said: "Nev! You have to join me, we are outnumbered already!"

"Yes you can join us, I limit it to our year and a year lower, otherwise it is a school instead of homeschooling," I answered the three hopeful witches.

"That is great, then Astoria can come along. I think we can convince our Fathers to teach us a class or two."

Ginny added: "Mum, can teach us the household spells and cooking for the ones that don't have an Elf."

Hermione: "My parents can teach about Muggles and their customs. What is being taught here is ridiculous."

"When I put the Black Heir ring on, I could call on the Elf from House Black, I let him prepare a location for us." I said, "There is a House in London, and I think a mansion somewhere, oh, and an Island in the Caribbeans. The Potter homes are all destroyed I heard."

I clapped my hands together: "Who is up for a swim? I happen to know a pool with nice warm water."

Xxxxx

The next day, Rita gave another blow to Hogwarts:

Gilderoy Lockhart! The destroyer of Memories!

It saddens me dear readers to tear another icon from his pedestal. The man we all thought to be a brave monster hunter, proved to be a thief of Memories. I am speaking of Gilderoy Lockhart. My informant pointed out in his letter, not one but dozens of irregularities! For example, he spent a year with a yeti, within that year he claimed to banish a Banshee in Ireland, and a Werewolf in Albania, gave a few interviews and some book signings.

I investigated those irregularities myself, refusing to believe those accusations to this popular Author. It saddens me that those accusations are true. Not one of the heroic feats described in his books is done by Gilderoy Lockhart!

We discovered that he visited the Wizard or Witch that did the deed, interviewed them, and after the interview Lockhart Obliviated them, sometimes only leaving them with only barely remembering their own name.

I took it up on myself to pay a renowned mind healer who managed to reverse the obliviate spell, When Gulliver Whensworth regained his memories, he started cursing, not only did Lockhart wrong him but Dumbledore did too!

"I told Dumbledore a day before I went after that Vampire, in case something went wrong. I told Dumbledore a day after I dealt with that Vampire how and what happened. And he did not move a muscle to help me! He knew and let me rot in a ditch without a clue!"

The poor man raged for an hour! If I were in Lockhart's shoes, I would run to the other side of the planet, in Dumbledore's case… he has one less friend.

Students owled me on the teaching methods of Lockhart, our own Boy who slayed said: in one class he demanded that he wanted to reenact his victory over the Waka Waka werewolf, and asked me to play the werewolf. I tried to be as realistic as possible, mind you, I am not nearly as strong as a real one, so I attacked with all my might. To my disappointment, he went down in one hit, I continued the attack, to give him a chance to turn the battle around when he kept whimpering, I got angry, Is this man going to teach us how to defend against dark creatures? So I showed the students what happens when you go hunting dark creatures unprepared, the coward even went crying to the headmaster because I ruined his hair, and made a few scratches on his face.

A fellow student testified: "Potter showed us the real face of Professor Lockhart, if you can boast that you went face to face with a notorious werewolf, surely you can handle a twelve-year-old boy. On Professor Lockhart's urging, even after Potter asked him that it was okay to attack in full force, Potter attacked, acting as if he were a real werewolf. I can only say that Lockhart never met a real werewolf in his life. Potter went feral on Professor Lockhart, a bit too realistic, several of my female classmates admitted to having nightmares of that demonstration." explained student Zabini.

Another student owled me of her worries, "A lot of the older girls are swooning over Professor Lockhart, and miss behaved on purpose to have a detention with him. A friend of mine did the same when she returned from her detention, She didn't remember what she had to do in that detention, but she ached in her lower region. I fear the worst has happened to her. There is a reason why we girls are moving in groups of three or more in Hogwarts." This girl asked to remain anonymous to protect the victim's identity.

We notified the DMLE of course, we can not allow this man to prey on our daughters.

Your loyal reporter Rita Skeeter.

Chapter 555 - Ch: 10-12