"I don't know Ron," Harry came to a sudden decision. "But before I go, I'll tell the Goblins to let you access my account if you need to make a quick escape."
"Thanks Harry," Ron let out the breath he'd been holding. "You're a real pal."
"Whatever," Harry and Hermione began running towards the entrance.
IIIIIIIIIIIII
"I have an announcement to make," the Headmaster called out at the end of the evening meal.
"This is it guys," Fred looked at the Hard faced Gryffindors that were sitting around him, "look at how smug those snake bastards are, let's give 'em hell."
A cheer from the Gryffindor table interrupted what ever the Headmaster was going to say next and the explosions that followed threatened to bring down the Great Hall's ceiling.
The entire Gryffindor table erupted in fury and began casting spells at the Slytherin table, "give 'em hell lads." Ron Weasley led the charge, "don't let up for one minute."
"Stop this at once," the Headmaster raised his voice and began walking towards the conflict, only to be stopped by a cute little first year.
"I won't let you," the little girl called out defiantly as she confronted the man that was widely regarded as the most powerful in the wisarding world.
"What?" Dumbeldore looked down at the child in confusion, "argelmocsck." And then bit down on his tongue to keep from filling her young ears with obscenity's from the pain in his shin.
"Take that," she cried kicking the headmaster in the other shin.
It took several hours for the professors to restore order and several more to coax the Gryffindor out of the empty class room where they had made their last stand (in the end several teams of Aurors had been called in and even then it took nearly three hours and Molly Weasley to get them to come out).
"What's this all about?" McGonagall hissed as she stared at her charges with undisguised rage, "what could possibility cause you to revolt against the headmaster and attempt to destroy the school?"
The assorted Gryffindors stared at their head of house and maintained their silence.
"Well?" Minerva was close to the breaking point.
"We had ta protect Harry," a familiar little girl shot the headmaster a look that promised pain. "From having to marry Malfoy."
"What?" Minerva looked lost, "what would give you the idea that Mr. Potter's had to be protected?"
"He told us that the headmaster was trying to force him to marry Malfoy to keep him from going dark," Ron's jaw ached from being hit in one of the Auror's early attempts to force them out of their room. "We may not be Hufflepuffs but we look after our own."
As one the rest of the Gryffindor house nodded their agreement. "That's absurd, the headmaster would never . . ." the headmaster cleared his throat, interrupting the Gryffindor head of house. "Albus?"
"It was all suppose to be a joke," the Headmaster smiled nervously. "Severus was telling me of a delightful muggle custom called may fools day and I didn't see the harm in pranking Harry for once."
"WHAT?" Minerva lost control. "You are going to apologize to Mr. Potter right now and you are not going to do something like this again, or I swear to you if this happens again I'll be right there beside my children throwing hexes."
"Of course," the Headmaster nodded regaining a bit of control. "Now if you'll just tell me where Harry is so I can apologize to him?" The Gryffindors all gave him hostile glares, "I assure you that I never had any intention of forcing Harry to marry Mr. Malfoy and further more ankalrenrd."
The little girl nodded in satisfaction as she watched the Headmaster bite his tongue to refrain from cursing again, "I don't believe you."
Minerva looked sadly at the house where 'those dreadful muggles' lived and tried again to convince Albus that it was no place to leave a magical child.
"I'm sorry Minerva but . . ." Albus slumped to the ground, the victim of a powerful stunner.
"Albus" Minerva cried before joining him in the land of nod.
Out of the shadows came a heavily scarred man with a horrible grin, using several well practiced wand movements he modified their memories, "you dropped the boy off, you don't think Figg will be needed, and if you ever need someone to check on the boy then you'll call your old pal Moody."
"I just couldn't let him leave you here lad" he wrapped a scarred hand around the sleeping child's basket and gave a rather frightening smile, "you'd never reach your potential living here, but I promise you boy that with me teaching you you'll be great."
Baby Harry didn't awake at the sound of his new guardian's voice and the world changed.
"Constant Vigilance" Moody yelled at the two unconscious Professors before absconding into the night with the sleeping form of the boy-who-lived.
Unknown Location, ten years later . . .
Moody smirked as he entered his son's room, gathering his energies he cast a stunner at the bed, "Constant Vig . . ."
His trademark phrase was cut short by the impact of a large blunt instrument to the side of his head.
"Constant Vigilance" eleven year old Harry cried as he began pummeling his 'father.'
Grunting in frustration, Moody grabbed his son's makeshift weapon, "what have I told you about attacking with a club?"
"Go for the soft tissue" Harry replied sullenly.
"And why didn't you follow that advice?" Moody's voice was dangerously calm.
"Because you taught me to go for the soft tissue" Harry replied quietly, "and I figured that you would be wearing groin protection of some kind."
"Decided to use my 'Constant Vigilance' against me eh?" Moody eyed the boy, "good job."
Harry brightened, "does that mean that I did the right thing?"
"Means that you're learning" Moody agreed, "good job. Letter arrived for you today boy."
"What was in it?" Harry eyed his mentor wearily, "who sent it?"