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Shadow Phoenix	By : CainBlack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 107517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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@ ladyedgecombe & Dark Dragen: Thank you for your Reviews!

@ ladyedgecombe: I also love powerful Harry, but you'll wait to see, just how powerful he is until I post the Fight at the ministry and Voldemort vs Harry (& Dumbledore) chapters.
Did you take your penname from Marietta Edgecombe?
If yes, she'll turn traitor on the DA here, but she'll make it up to them.
(I did mention Slave, didn't I?)

@ Dark Dragen & ladyedgecombe: I don't know, why he doesn't do that in the Books either. But in this story he will. (But only after the fight at the ministry. You know, the Order of the Phoenix does have a copy of it in here... there will be a lot more people joining then because of it.)

@ ALL: I POSTED THIS CHAPTER TO CELEBRATE, I FINALLY FIGURED HOW TO PERMIT ANONYMOUS REVIEWS!
You have to go into 'Edit Profile' and disable 'prevent anonymos reviews'.
If only I'd have known that earlier...
Now everyone can review my fanfic!
I'm very greedy when it comes to reviews, I know, but... who isn't?

Special thanks to Raina, my beta.

Let's pray, she gets the next few chapters done until tomorow, or you'll have to endure unbetaed chapters...
(she will, if she does have time...)

C10: The First Classes.
The first day at school was, according to Ron, going to be a nightmare. (He said that as soon as he got his timetable.) History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defence Against the Dark Arts.
�Why do I have a hunch that DADA will be worse than Potions?� Harry asked.
�You've been too near Trelawney for far too long. What could be worse than Snape?� Ron answered.
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During the History of Magic lesson, Harry found out that the entrancing boring voice of their ghost teacher was as equally suited to help him into deep meditative state as his throne was. To not anger Hermione about sleeping and not taking notes, he enchanted his quill to write down everything Professor Binns said during the lesson.
After a minute or two, Ron woke him by tapping on his shoulder. Harry realised, that everyone was staring at him enviously. (Except his two friends of course). A slight wave of his wand and copies of his notes and enchanted quill and made them flying over to everyone, before he settled back into his meditation.
Hermione was the only one to frown at the note and quill which landed on her table. (She was also the only one to be able to not succumb to Binns� entrancing voice after ten minutes, thus being able to take notes herself.)
Each and every other Gryffindor and Hufflepuff student attending the lesson were more than grateful for Harry's action. Reading the notes about the Great Wizarding Wars would be quite interesting. (And needed for their exam.)
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After they made their way to the dungeon and Snape's classroom, the teacher made them brewing the 'Draught of Peace', a potion which could, according to Snape, come up at their OWLs.
Harry knew that it was the most complicated potion that ever came up at OWL level but it was nothing compared to some of the potions he was brewing in the lab inside of his trunk. Harry carefully executed all the orders given in the formula. When Snape came over to him, staring at his potion which had just began to emit silvery mist (as it should) he ignored him.
The teacher�s eyes darted from him to Hermione, whose potion was also emitting silvery mist. Displeased that he couldn�t find fault with one of their potions, he stepped over to Malfoy, the only other student who managed to get the potion right, and began to praise him.
After all of the class had handed Snape a sample of their potions, everyone went to the Great Hall for lunch. Most of the Gryffindors, and a bunch of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs, were gathering around Dean and Neville. Hermione frowned at them.
�What's going on there?� she asked. Seamus, who sat right beside where she was standing flinched as he heard her voice behind him.
He turned and muttered: �They telling everyone about the memory Harry showed us yesterday.�
Then he turned back to his meal and ignored the questions of his neighbours about what Harry had shown him, not wanting to remember.
Hermione and Ron turned to their friend and she asked: �Which memory did you show them?�
�Seamus didn't believe my story about Voldemort's (everyone in earshot flinched) � sorry, Tom Riddle's revival.� Harry answered. �That's why I put a copy of my memory of it into a pensive and let the three of them 'see' it.� Harry smiled when Seamus flinched again at his words.
�Relive it � only as observers of course �might be a more suitable term.� he corrected himself.
�Why didn't you let us see that memory too?� Hermione asked.
�We are your best friends!� Ron stated.
�That's the very reason I never even thought about showing it to you. I mainly did it to punish Seamus for implying I was a liar, and to prove them I'm not.� Harry laid a hand on Seamus shoulder that flinched again.
�It�ll get better with time.� Harry promised. �It won�t vanish completely though. I know there are many others, who still think I'm a liar and the only reason I was angry at you was because you are one of my friends. I'm not angry at you any more Seamus.�
Harry took a seat and started eating. Soon Neville came to him with a request.
�Harry, there are some students who'd really want to see that memory you've shown us... you said you'd show anyone who wanted to... so...� Harry broke him of by holding up his hand to him.
�My word still stands,� he said. �I'll take the pensive down to the Gryffindor common room this evening, after I completed my hour of detention with Filch. Whoever is interested in that memory can wait for me there. But make sure everyone knows I can't guarantee that they'll be able to watch this memory on the first evening. A pensive can't take more than five people into the memory and it lasts half an hour to completely watch it through. Also, there may be a way to get out of the memory before it comes to an end, but I don�t know how to. So only these who are sure they really want to see, should be coming.�
Harry waited a moment before he mentioned: �I won�t treat any student differently in this because of their house. If he or she finds a Gryffindor granting them access to our common room, I'll show them the memory if they request it.� His eyes looked into Neville's. �I don't care whether they are Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws or Slytherins.� Everyone within earshot stared at Harry disbelieving.
�Don't forget, they have to get a Gryffindor granting them access to our common room.� Harry reminded them. �That will be sufficient to restrict who gets to see that memory.�
�The DE children in Slytherin will do just about anything to get you to show them the revival of their Lord.� Ron predicted.
�I really hope so!� Harry told him. �There is nothing better suited than this memory to let them realise who is going to win this war.�
Harry grinned at him, emitting an invisible wave of power that made everyone in the Hall look in his direction.

The feeling of power coalesced around him like an aura as he continued his meal. Once he was in the Astronomy Tower he sealed his power inside himself again, because feeling it made Trelawney predict his death even more often than usual.
When they arrived at the DADA classroom, Professor Umbridge already sat on the teacher's seat, writing something. When the class started, she first made everyone greet her as she taught was proper. Then she ordered them to put their wands away, before she mind-numbingly explained that the tuition in her class would be completely theoretically and ordered them to open the books of Defensive Magical Theory and read the first chapter..
Harry did as he was told, using his eyes ability to the fullest and managed to read not only the first chapter but the whole, boring and not containing anything about actually defending themselves against Dark Arts book within five minutes.
When he looked up once again he saw to his surprise, that Hermione hadn't even opened her book yet and had raised her hand, voicelessly asking for permission to speak, which was a first to Harry. He had never seen her NOT reading when a teacher gave her permission to. More and more students stopped reading, not able to concentrate on the text and started staring at Hermione.
Finally Umbridge could no longer ignore Hermione and asked her, if something was unclear. Hermione started to argue with her, about the subject of needing to practise spells and charms to defend themselves in DADA, which Umbridge denied. Several other students started to come up with arguments for Hermione's stance and the argument escalated.
When Harry felt it could end in disaster any moment he raised his hand, deliberately emitting the feeling power again, but not as much as at lunchtime. It made everyone else stop talking and drop their hands.
�Yes, Harry?� The woman said in her sweetest voice. (Which, according to an unconfirmed rumour, could cause tooth decay.)
�I don't have a question, but an answer. If you'd permit me to tell the students, I think this argument would be cleared and you could continue the class.�
�Go ahead...� she said warily.
Harry stood up, turned to the other students and stated: �Your argument with Professor Umbridge will not result in anything but points taken from our houses and detention. She isn't going to teach us any defensive spells no mater how often you bring forward good arguments. You've got one thing wrong about Professor Umbridge if you think you can. She isn't placed here as a teacher. She is placed here Under Secretary of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. She won�t teach us anything the Ministry doesn't want us to learn. And it seems the Ministry doesn't want us to learn practical defensive magic. Complaining to her will not do you any good. So don't, and tell anyone else not to as well.�
�But then we'll be defenceless!� Neville complained. Harry looked at him, smiling.
�I never said anything about that,� he told them. �Think about my words, let them sink in. Once you do, you will know what, where and when to say and act. The DADA classes are the time to learn what the Ministry wants us to know.�
�Mister Potter! I take ten points of Gryffindor and give you detention for trying to badmouth the Ministry and myself! You will stay here after classes this whole week!� Umbridge said.
�I fear that won�t be possible today.� Harry answered her politely. �I already have an hour of detention with Filch after your class,� he explained, before she could say something.
�Very well. After your detention with Mr. Filch today then.� She wrote something on a piece of paper, rolled it up, sealed it and handed it to him.
�Take this to Professor McGonagall dear,� she ordered. Harry took it and went towards the exit.
�I want to be the only one who is getting detention from her.� He said loud enough for everyone to hear, before he exited the room.
He casually walked to McGonagall's office, but had to ignore Peeves after the mischievous ghost spotted him.

Just in front of the office Harry couldn't take the poltergeists insults any more.

�If you don't shut up and leave me alone, I will make you regret it!� He all but growled at him, waves of concentrated power emitting from his body, stronger than ever before. The ghost decided to take Harry's threat for real and hurried to get away from him. McGonagall opened the door of her office just in time to see Peeves flee.
�Mr Potter! Was does this mean? And shouldn't you be in class right now?� Harry sealed his power again, before he turned to the woman.
�I just lost my nerve with Peeves. I'm sorry, if it disturbed you. As for my reason to be here...� He handed her the sealed message. Minerva opened the message and read.
�Come in,� she finally ordered. On her way to her desk, she threw the message into her fireplace.
When she sat down, she gestured for Harry to sit down in front of her desk and summoned tea and sweets with a wave of her wand.
�The message only states, you've insulted both her and the Ministry.� McGonagall mentioned. �What happened?� Harry smiled, as she gave him a cup of tea and a biscuit.
�I could explain it, but I'd rather show you a copy of my memory,� he said, pointing to her pensive.
�You can copy your memory?� Minerva asked. �Impressive.� With a wave of her wand she had her pensive flying onto her desk.
Harry pressed his wand to his temple and pulled a copy of what had happened in DADA out and added it to the pensive.
�Just stay here and eat, while I have a look at your memory.�
McGonagall stirred the memory once, before she touched the silvery liquid and was pulled in. Harry had several cups of tee and biscuits, till McGonagall finally reappeared from the pensive.
�I don't think the memory was that extensive,� he mentioned. �Did I accidentally put in anything else?�
�No, I just looked at it twice,� she answered.
�I see.�
�I wish there had been another way to clear the situation.� McGonagall said. �But I don't think there was.�
�I just hope they got the message.� Harry said. �I would rather get detention with Snape than with Umbridge, and you know how much I would 'like' that.� Harry thought he might have seen a little smile on her face, but he couldn't be sure of that one.
�Anyway, I have to go now or I'll be late for my detention with Filch. Thanks for the tea and biscuits Professor.�
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After once again, helping Filch to polish trophies in the Hogwarts Trophy Room without magic, he knocked on Professor Umbridge's classroom door. Once he sat on one of the desks, she came to him with a quill and parchment.
�You've told lies and insulted the Ministry,� she said, putting them onto his desk.
�You'll write 'I must not tell lies!', till I let you go.� Harry took the quill, immediately realising it was charmed with some really nasty, dark spell.
He wrote 'I must not tell lies!' and the charm caused pain searing through his hand, as the words got into the back of his left hand as he wrote, appearing written with his own blood. As soon as he was done, the cuts healed instantly. It was a charm which caused marks which could not be healed with magic if the same thing was written often enough, he realised.
And it was part of the Dark Arts. Even to own an artefact like this was breaking the law. But he couldn't do anything that would make her wary of him. Not yet.
As he wrote the sentence another time, he thought about his options. He wished he could just undo the charm without her noticing. He bit back a smile when he realised he could.
But then he got an even better idea. It wasn't as simple or as fast, but he thought he could manage. He needed to use his wand without her noticing. He managed to get his wand with his left hand beneath his table while writing again and again. He then started to weave a number of charms. He knew each charm he wanted to use, but now he had to combine them.
The first was a charm that suppressed the one on the quill. The second and third were charms that produced an illusion of what the quill was meant to do. The forth was the trickiest of them all. Whenever activated, it had to observe what happened and keep a record of it, which had to be accessible for anyone who knew of them.
He was glad he had the means to do so. He took the sealed boggart out of his pocket and started to weave the charms together, using the boggart as source of magical energy and record carrier and forced it to transform it into a shadow.
Once he freed the charms they spread. Unlike he intended, they didn�t just spread inside the room, but through the whole of Hogwarts. Might even be better that way. Harry could see the shadow watching him and Umbridge. At least now the pain and cuts on his hand were just an illusion.
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