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Harry Potter and the Betrayal of the Phoenix

By Red Jacobson

Chapter Two: First Year

DISCLAIMER: None of
the Characters you recognize belong to me.
If they did, I would certainly
be making a lot more money than I am right now.
So please don�t sue me; I�m poor. *sigh*

DEDICATION: This
story is dedicated to Chaz (Old Wolf) Hager and Jason W. Thompson, for extreme
story assistance. Thanks guys, this
story wouldn�t work as well as it does (if it even works, which I�ll leave to
my gentle readers *GRIN*) without your help.

AUTHORS NOTE: The
title of this story is courtesy of Bad Voodoo X, but the content is strictly my
responsibility. This story is
un-beta�d, and it quite possibly will not end up in the Library of Congress as
one of the Great Works of American Literature, but, so what? I write for fun.

AUTHORS WARNING: I
write stories intended for an adult audience, which means that the characters
will be taking their clothes off and doing nasty things that our current
President and Congress would not approve of.
The characters won�t be getting naked in this chapter; they are only 11
after all.

In other words; DANGER:
SMUT ALERT!!!! If you feel that
your immortal soul would be imperiled if you read graphic descriptions of teenagers
having sex, then move along, this story isn�t for you! The rest of you, enjoy!

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Platform 9 and �
Kings Cross Station

Harry and Ron were jostling each other as they loaded their
trunks onto the luggage cart. Hedwig hooted indignantly from her perch on top
of Harry�s trunk. Molly was distracted
trying to keep up with the twins, as well as making sure the Percy had every
thing he needed for the year. �Of
course she�d be fussing over Mr. Perfect Percy� Harry thought, �he�s such a
momma�s boy; he needs her permission to take a dump! Hey, that�s funny; have to
tell that one to Ron later, he�ll laugh!�

They found an empty compartment and stored their trunks, and
waited for the train to begin the journey to Hogwarts. After using one of Arthur�s� wands that had
the tracking charm removed, they cast silencing and �notice me not� charms over
the compartment. Once that was done, they
both spent the first part of the journey the same way that the elder Weasleys
had, shoring up their mental shields, so the Sorting Hat would sort them into
Gryffindor. If they were sorted into
Slytherin, people might be on their guard more than necessary, which would make
it difficult to learn what they wanted to know.

After 15 minutes of meditation; they both opened their eyes
and grinned at each other. Unlocking the
door and removing the �notice me not� charms, they passed the time playing a
game of Exploding Snap, until they were interrupted by a girl with bushy hair
looking for a toad.

Harry looked up and said, �Let me guess, Trevor is missing
again?� he grinned.

The girl looked surprised, �That�s right, it�s Trevor. Do you know Neville?�

�Sure, known him for a couple of years. Hey Nev!�

�Hey Harry, have you seen Trevor? He got away from me when I opened the door to
get some snack cakes.� The pudgy boy
said, worry on his face.

�I haven�t seen him, but I�ll be glad to help you look. I�m tired of getting beaten by Ron
anyway.� Harry said as he got up from
the seat.

�Thanks a lot! Oh,
Harry, this is Hermione Granger, Hermione, this is Harry Potter.� At the sound of his name, Hermione�s eyes
widened, and Neville quickly added, �Yes, he is THAT Harry Potter, but he
doesn�t like to talk about it. Not that
I blame him, after what happened to my parents.�

�Oh, well, it�s nice to meet you Harry. Shall we go find Trevor? It�s going to be time to get changed into our
robes soon, and there are still things I want to go over in my books before we
get there�..�

Harry glanced at Neville, who gave a helpless shrug as they
followed her up the aisle, she was still talking a mile a minute, but they
didn�t even try to keep up with her train of thought.

It didn�t take long before they found Trevor, he had landed
on the snack cart, and had burrowed his way down among the Chocolate Frogs,
what he thought he was doing there is a mystery for the ages.

After re-uniting Neville and his toad, Harry invited
Hermione to join him and Ron in his compartment for the rest of the ride. She accepted, saying she had a lot of
questions about the magical world, and maybe he could answer them. At his look, she told him that she was the
first witch in her family, that her parents were dentists, a career that is
greatly needed in the United Kingdom. Harry chuckled in agreement, remembering the
nasty green color that seemed to permanently reside in Uncle Vernon�s
teeth.

Stepping into the compartment, he introduced Hermione to
Ron, who grunted in acknowledgement, and the two of them sat down and Harry
tried to answer questions she had about the magical world. Unfortunately, the
conversation was temporarily interrupted by the compartment door opening and
Draco Malfoy stood there, flanked by his two apes. Harry tried to ignore the interruption, but Malfoy
managed to irritate him by making a comment about how �I couldn�t believe my
ears when they told me the �Famous Harry Potter� was so bad off that he had to
live with paupers!� Harry had had
enough, after losing his original family; he wasn�t going to let anybody, least
of all this arrogant prick, talk down about his new family. �You know, Draco, I�m glad you were finally
able to get that nasty mud out of your robes,
I guess all that Malfoy money is good for something after all.� Malfoy glared at him and left, trailed by
his goons.

After getting rid of Malfoy the subject returned to the
school itself, and the different houses.
Hermione asked them if they knew what house they wanted to be sorted
into, and Harry said that they wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor, since that
is where all their brothers went, as well as Harry�s parents.

�I would love to be in Gryffindor, what I�ve read says that
the primary traits Gryffindors� share is bravery and a hatred for injustice,
and there is a lot of injustice in the Wizarding world, just look at how they
treat the non-purebloods! It�s
scandalous!�

Ron basically tuned her rant out at this point, but Harry
sat and listened, occasionally asking questions about her opinions of Magical
Society. She started talking about how
there was so much prejudice about bloodlines, that it is hurting society as a
whole, and how she was inspired by Dr Martin Luther King�s vision of
non-violent change. Of course, she
continued, there are other options if non-violence doesn�t work.

Harry was intrigued by her attitude, and asked what she
would do if she had to use other options.
She looked sad for a minute,
saying that she hoped it would never come to that, but, the Magical World
needed to change, otherwise it would stagnate, and die out.

�It reminds me of something I read in a book my cousin
Alexander in California sent me, it�s about the Vietnam War, one of the
commanders said that they were willing to destroy a village to save it from the
insurgents. It didn�t make much sense to
me at the time, but, looking back, it does.
If the only way to cure the Wizarding World of its prejudice and bigotry
is to burn it to the ground, then let the razing begin!� Her eyes seemed to lose focus as she was
talking, until she shook herself, and looked at her watch, �Oh, I�ve got to go,
I need to get changed into my school robes, I�ll see you inside Harry; it was
nice talking to you!� She said as she
hurried out of the compartment.

Ron quickly locked the doors and put silencing charms in
place, before turning to his brother. �Damn
Harry! What did you do to her? I don�t
even think she realized what she was saying towards the end there!�

�She didn�t, once I got her talking about other options, I
was using one of the spells Fred taught me to make her speak whatever was on
her mind. She was mildly hypnotized, and
will have no memory of the last part of the conversation.�

�Okay, that explains how, now, how about you tell me why you
invited little miss know it all in here anyway?
I mean, you don�t fancy her, do you?
Oooh! I�ll bet that�s it! Ickle Harrikins has got a girlfriend!�

�Oh, get stuffed! If
you remember what Dad taught us last year, about sensing a person�s magical
strength? I took a look at Hermione when
she first came in; and, that girl, Muggleborn or not, has a tremendous amount
of power, and, even better, she has an even bigger grudge against society. Combine the two, and throw in her obvious
intelligence, and we have either a formidable ally, or the worst enemy we could
imagine. I�d prefer her as an ally Honestly; we�re going to have enough problems
when the time comes without asking for more.
And, besides, the time is going to come when �The Boy Who Lived� is
going to require a public girlfriend, and it only makes sense that she be
Muggleborn, considering Voldemort�s mania about purity of the blood. And,� he smirked, �if what Percy says about
that Ravenclaw are true about smart girls in general, they are absolutely wild
in bed!�

Ron looked at Harry in disbelief, �Percy? Having sex?
Ugh!� Then the two of them started
laughing until tears welled up in their eyes.

Eventually they calmed down, and Ron said, �What you said
just now reminds me; it probably wouldn�t be a good idea to be spouting off
Voldemort�s name in front of everybody.
Remember, most wizards and witches can�t bring themselves to say
it. I know we�ve all gotten in the
habit of using his name at the Burrow, but, it might be best to keep that to
ourselves.�

�Yeah, you�re right. It�s back to �you know who� when
anybody can hear us. What a pain!�

___________

The rest of the trip passed quietly, and soon enough, they
found themselves in the Great Hall of Hogwarts watching as Professor McGonagall
placed the battered hat on Abbott, Hannah, sorting her into Hufflepuff. Harry grinned at Hermione�s pleasure in
being sorted into Gryffindor, and soon enough his name was called. Harry paused for a second or two to ensure
his shields were in place, and moved up to sit on the stool.

As soon as the hat was placed on his head, he heard a voice
in his ear; �Harry Potter, very interesting, not what I was expecting at all,
you have your parents strength, I see, but, something else, as well, a burning
ambition, you would do well in either Slytherin or Gryffindor, but, I can see
you want to be with your family, and, Miss Granger? Oh Well, make it �Gryffindor!�

The hat shouted the last word, and the Gryffindor table
erupted in cheers, as Harry climbed off the stool and moved to where Hermione
had cleared a spot for him. He did the
same for Ron a few minutes later when the redhead was sorted.

_____________

Meanwhile, In Muggle
London

Arthur was sitting at his desk going over reports from
various agents the Hellfire Club had throughout Europe,
when his eyes widened at a report from Romania. Buzzing Tessa, he asked her if this had been
confirmed. She took the report and said
that they were still working on getting confirmation, but, if true, it would be
disastrous.

Arthur told her that getting confirmation of this
information was priority one, and he was to be informed the minute that the
information was available. In the
meantime, there were some people he had to make aware of it.

Writing a quick note to Percy, he added a special phrase at
the end that told him to beware of Professor Quirrell, and to pass the
information on to Ron and Harry.

__________

The next morning, Percy was surprised to receive an owl at
breakfast, and was even more surprised when he saw that it was from his
father. Quickly scanning the note, he
pulled his brothers and Harry aside, and told them what his father had found. Harry commented that it might explain the
weird twinge he felt in his scar during dinner the previous night. He had thought it might be Snape�s doing.

Percy said, �Speaking of Professor Snape, watch yourself
around him, Harry, rumor has it that there was seriously bad blood between he
and your father when they were students here.
I doubt he would be any less inclined to punish you for being your
father�s son, than he would be if your father was still alive.�

�Wonderful!� Harry groaned, �Half the world loves me for
something I don�t remember, and now I get this git hating me for something my
father did! This is gonna make life so
much easier!�

�Just watch yourself, little brother,� George said, in
uncharacteristic seriousness, �he will cause problems just because you are
Gryffindor, and add to that, your last name, he�s gonna try and make your life
hell!�

_________

After the first
Potions Class

�I can�t fucking believe it!� Harry cursed, �I answered the
questions he asked me, and they were the correct answers, and the git took 20
points for showing off! Not to mention
poor Neville, I can�t believe Snape abused him like that. Well, if he wants an enemy, I�ll be happy to
go along.�

�Be careful Harry, you don�t want to draw too much attention
to us.� Ron cautioned.

�Oh, he�ll know it�s me, but will never be able to prove
it. Especially since I�ll get Hermione
to help with the details. You saw how
she was fuming at his attitude today; he acted like she couldn�t possibly know
anything since she was Muggleborn. I
hadn�t seen steam come out of someone�s ears like that since Fred and George
got into the Firewhiskey. Now, the
first thing I need to do is get in touch with one of the castle house elves,
then Hermione and I will start making his life hell!�

�Damn Harry! That�s one evil grin!� Ron chuckled, nervously,
�Remind me never to piss you off!�

_______________

The nature of the prank was the cause of a great deal of
discussion and planning between Harry and Hermione, with assistance from all
the Weasleys, including Percy, who, to Hermione�s surprise, was no where near
the stuck up prig he appeared to outsiders.
At first, Harry wanted to do something much more painful and permanent
to Snape, but allowed Hermione to convince him to start with something
non-violent and relatively harmless. He did stand his ground about making it
embarrassing, which Hermione went along with.
He also reserved the right to escalate things if Snape still persisted
in his unacceptable behavior.

_______________

The next few weeks were a joy to behold for the members of
Gryffindor house, as well as for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Already gaunt, the Potions Professor became
almost skeletal as he was only able to eat a few bites of his meal before being
hit with the effects of a powerful laxative.
Harry and Hermione both wondered how long it would take before Snape
realized the problem was in his coffee and pumpkin juice, not in the food he
examined so suspiciously.

The Gryffindors took great pleasure in noisily enjoying
their meals, while looking directly at the greasy haired professor. Soon the
other houses joined in, which caused Harry and Hermione to grin quietly at each
other. Even Gryffindor�s Quidditch win, with Harry as their Seeker, couldn�t
equal the joy they felt in watching their nemesis slowly fading away.

_________________

Finally, a couple of weeks before Halloween, Harry figured
that enough was enough, and had a house-elf pop a piece of parchment in front
of Snape at breakfast. Snape glared suspiciously at the blank page,
and then went even paler than usual as printing appeared;

Mssrs Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot
and Prongs;

Marauders, Ltd

Purveyors of Mischief and
Amusement to the Wizarding World

Are Proud to Present:

The solution to your problem, you
greasy haired git!

Mister Prongs sends his
greetings, and observes that it�s not surprising Hooknose hasn�t figured it out
yet

Mister Padfoot adds that he never
did think that Snape was too bright

Mister Wormtail says; but it
isn�t really his fault that his mother was a Blast-Ended Skrewt, and never
taught him the rudiments of personal Hygiene.

And

Mister Moony says that the
solution is simple, Greasy! Wash
yourself and your plate and mug, and your problem will pass, or, if it doesn�t,
at least you�ll smell better and stop offending the civilized people who are
forced to associate with you.

Harry and the others worked very hard to keep the grins off
their faces as Snape read the note. They
could tell by the different shades of red he turned which part of the note he
had reached. It had taken Percy and
the twins several days of work to figure out the charms that the original
Marauders had used on the Map that Fred and George found in their first year,
and another couple of days to duplicate them to send in the note.

Professor Dumbledore turned to his Potions Professor when he
heard Snape�s strangled curse. �What is
it Severus?�

Snape didn�t reply, just handed the parchment to the
Headmaster. Meanwhile, the whole hall
had gone silent when they realized something different was happening. That is why those who were close enough to
the head table saw Dumbledore�s eyes widen in surprise, and heard him murmur,
�It�s impossible! They�ve been gone for years.�
Then he raised his head and looked directly at Harry and the
others. Turning solicitously to
Professor Snape, he spoke quietly to him.
No one could make out exactly what he said, but Snape didn�t look happy
as he nodded and left the table. Most
of the students turned to watch Snape leave, but Harry was watching Dumbledore,
and almost dropped his drink when the venerable Headmaster winked at him!

_________

Later that day, as they were leaving Transfiguration;
Professor McGonagall stopped Harry and Hermione and said that the Headmaster
wanted to see them. She refused to
answer any questions, and soon they were at the office.

When they were seated, and Professor McGonagall had left,
Professor Dumbledore looked at them over his glasses. He was silent for several moments, before
finally grinning at them.
�Congratulations you two, it�s been a long time, possibly since the era
of the original Marauders, that I�ve seen a professor pranked quite so
successfully. Now, that being said,� He
added seriously, �it might be a good idea to let Mssrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot
and Prongs go back into retirement. I
say this because there are several professors still teaching here who remember
the original Marauders, and, more importantly, know who they really are. These are the people who would likely wonder
how it was that two men, both dead for 10 years, and one who is sitting in
Azkaban Prison managed to send a note to Professor Snape.�

At Harry�s confused expression, he said �Ah, so you don�t
know who the Marauders are? I�m not
going to tell you all their names, I�ll leave you to figure that out, but,
Prongs was your own father, Mister Potter.
And, from what I remember, he and the others would have definitely
approved of the prank you pulled.�

Turning to Hermione, he smiled gently at her, and said, �As
for you Miss Granger, I�m pleased to see you involving yourself with the other
students, and I�m assuming that the powdered Ex-Lax was your idea?� When she looked up, surprised, he chuckled,
�I figured out what had happened after a couple of days, but I wasn�t certain
who among your house was responsible.
Honestly, I�d thought it was one of the older years; it�s not often that
first years display such initiative and imagination. Now, officially of course, the Headmaster of
Hogwarts can not be seen to condone pranking, so, the 50 points I am awarding
to Gryffindor is for the two of you assisting me on a research project on Inter[CMC1] -House teamwork. Well, that is the official reason, and I
believe I shall stick to that story. I
will give you each a note for Professor Flitwick who I believe is your
instructor this period, and I also hope you remember what I said. If you must sign your work, make your own
names something to emulate by the future students.�

_____________

Harry was quieter than usual on the walk to the Charms
classroom, and when Hermione tried to get him to talk; she saw that his eyes
were glistening with tears. Shocked, she
asked him what was wrong, if it was that he had been found out by the
Headmaster, at least he didn�t seem angry.
Harry shook his head, and said;

�That�s not it at all, Hermione. It�s just that, I realized when he made that
comment about my Dad, it�s the first real bit of information I�ve ever learned
about him. You grew up with your
parents, so I don�t think you understand what it means to have no idea what
your parents are like.� The last words
were choked out as Harry, despite all his training, broke down sobbing.

Hermione pulled her friend into a hug as he cried against
her. She didn�t know what to say, so she
just held him. After a minute or so, he
calmed down and pulled away, wiping his eyes.
�Thanks,� he said quietly, �Please don�t say anything about this to
anybody, I�d never hear the end of it.�

�I�ll keep quiet, Harry, don�t worry. But, I�ve got an idea. From what Professor Dumbledore said, at least
one of your father�s friends is still alive and free. It shouldn�t take much searching to find out
who his friends were, and track them down.
I mean, if anybody could tell you about your parents, it would be one of
his best friends, right? So, let�s go to
the library after supper and start looking.�

Harry smiled at her with something close to hope in his
expression, and pulled her into another hug.

Of course, such a tender moment couldn�t last, and a
drawling voice caused them to leap apart, �Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Honestly Potty, it�s bad enough you live with
the paupers, but to degrade yourself with a mudblood? It�s disgusting!�

�That�s it, Malfoy! I�ve had all I�m going to take from
you!� Harry snarled, pulling his wand.

�What are you going to do with that Potty? You�re a goody goody Gryffindor, and I don�t
think that Wingardium Leviosa is gonna do much against me.� Malfoy sneered.

�Actually Malfoy, I want to show you something that my
little sister taught me. It�s a little
thing she calls the �Bat Bogey Hex� I
think you�ll enjoy it, but, if not, I know that we will.� He finished as he
muttered the command and watched Draco run away, trying to get away from the
bats that were coming out of his nose.

Naturally, no good deed goes unpunished, and Professor Snape,
looking freshly washed, came into the corridor just in time to see one of his
students run away screaming. Looking
around, his face lit up as he saw the son of his nemesis. �Potter! What are you doing? Put that wand away! It�s bad enough that you show off in class,
but, assaulting students in the halls?
That will be 50 points from Gryffindor, and you will be joining me in
detention every night this week. Perhaps
cleaning cauldrons will break your habit of breaking the rules, probably not,
but, at least you won�t have the time to spend with your muggle-born
girlfriend!� He ended with a look of disgust as he walked away.

Harry put his hand on Hermione�s shoulder, stopping her from
grabbing her wand to defend herself.
�Don�t Hermione, he�s not worth it.
He won�t change, and it�s best to just let it go, for now. We won�t be students forever, after all.�

______________

Later that night, he pulled Ron aside and, after casting a
privacy charm around his bed, said, �Don�t bother with any more pranks on
Snape, he�s not going to change. I saw
his arm during detention tonight, and he�s got the Dark Mark! I am not going to allow a marked Death Eater
to live, not when I can do something about it.
It was people like him that supported the fucker who killed my parents,
and stuck me with my relatives! If
killing scum like him will prevent another Dark Lord arising, and turning more
kids into orphans, then it�s �bye-bye scum!�
And, if Voldemort manages to come back, I�m going to make it my business
to make him pay for what he had done!
For my parents, and every other kid he orphaned, I will send him
straight to hell!�

�I think you need to talk to Dad before you do anything like
that Harry, if it�s too obvious, he won�t be able to help you out, �Boy Who
Lived� or not.�

�Don�t worry, I�ve already got an idea, and it won�t be
obvious at all, in fact, it�s something that I read about in one of the muggle
books your dad had at the Burrow. I just
need one thing to make it happen, and I can get that over the winter break.�

___________________

Later that week, Harry was coming back from his last
detention with the not so greasy haired git, he happened to look out a window
that had a view of Hagrid�s hut. In the
moonlight, he saw Hagrid moving around behind his hut, but couldn�t make out
exactly what he was doing, it seemed like he was digging a hole for some
reason. Shrugging, Harry went back to
the tower to get some sleep.

______________

The Saturday morning before Halloween, Harry and Hermione
sat down at breakfast, and Harry was amused at how his friend was practically
bouncing in her seat from excitement. �I
think I�ve found your father�s friend, Harry!
I did a lot of checking in the library while you were busy with the
bigot, and your father was close friends with 3 other boys, Sirius Black, Peter
Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. Remus is
still alive, and he�s living in Hogsmeade, so we could send him a note with
Hedwig, maybe he�ll be willing to meet you.�
Hermione paused then, �I also found out something about Sirius and
Peter. I�m not sure how you are going to
take this, so, I�ll just tell you what information is available. It seems that Sirius Black is in Azkaban
Prison, sentenced for murdering Peter Pettigrew and 12 muggles on a street
corner. They still aren�t sure exactly what curse he used, but it must have
been extremely powerful, it completely destroyed Peter�s body, the only part of
him they found was one of his fingers. It is believed that Sirius was something
called a �Secret Keeper� for your parents, and it�s also believed he betrayed
them to Voldemort.�

�Okay, it�s good to know about Remus, but, why do you say
�it�s believed�, didn�t the truth come out at his trial? I�d like to know how someone who was a close
friend of my parents could betray them to death like that!�

�That�s just it, Harry, Sirius Black never got a trial, he
was arrested and carted off to Azkaban without one. According to a newspaper article, the spokesman
for Millicent Bagnold, who was Minister of Magic at the time, made a statement
that, because of the state of emergency the Magical World was in; Death Eaters
such as Sirius Black fell into the category of criminals that weren�t entitled
to a trial. Apparently, someone tried to question the
Minister about why Sirius was quoted as yelling at Pettigrew, accusing him of
betraying the Potters, but the Minister didn�t answer, her spokesman said that
Black was obviously deranged.�

�Okay, so that is something to look into when we get a
chance. Don�t give me that look
Hermione, if he is guilty, he is where he belongs, and, if he is innocent, he�s
been there for 10 years now, what is another couple of months? We need to get help to find out if he has
been unjustly treated, because, even with my notoriety, there isn�t a lot I can
do as an 11 year old. First thing we
need to do is get in touch with Remus Lupin, and find out what he can tell us. Besides, I really want to get to know my
parents, and he�s a link to them. We can
investigate Sirius� innocence or guilt after that.�

__________________

It only took a few minutes for Harry to draft a note to
Remus, and send it off with Hedwig.
The next day, Harry got a response, Remus was eager to meet him, and could
be at Hogwarts next Saturday after breakfast, if Harry wanted to get together.

It was a very excited Harry that went through his classes
that week. Even Snape�s abuse couldn�t
bring him down for long. Besides, he had
the Halloween feast to look forward to, Fred and George had told he and Ron all
about the great treats they had last year, and Harry�s mouth was practically
watering at the thought.

But first, he and Hermione had homework to get done; he
didn�t want to have any distractions while he was meeting with Remus.

__________

�Come on, Hermione, it�s getting late, and I really don�t
want to miss the feast!�

�I�m coming Harry, just let me get my books put away. Honestly, you�d think they were going to run
out of food if you don�t get there at the beginning.�

�Hey, it�s possible, have you seen the way that Ron
eats? He could have everything gone if
we get there late.�

As the two of them hurried down the corridor, Harry felt
something hit him in the back. Turning around, he saw Peeves the poltergeist
floating after them, carrying a bunch of rocks. Grabbing Hermione�s hand, he started
running, trying to get away from the pest.

Peeves chased them for several minutes, through corridors
and up and down staircases, before finally getting bored with the game, and
drifting off. Looking around, Harry
said, �Do you have any idea where we are?
I got lost several turns ago.�

�I think we�re somewhere on the third floor, but I�m not
sure. Wait, did you hear that?�
Hermione hissed.

Harry listened, and he heard the same thing, the sound of a
voice, and a deep guttural grunting in response. The sound seemed to come from a door further
down the hall that was slightly ajar.
Pulling Hermione back into the shadows, he watched carefully as the door
began to open.

Hermione gasped as they saw Professor Quirrell, after
looking up and down the corridor quickly, lead a troll out into the hall and
into a room across the way. �Hermione,
go get help, I�ll try and hold them back here.� Harry whispered urgently.

�No, Harry, it�s too dangerous, let�s both go!� �No, I need you to bring back some teachers,
they have to see Quirrell with the Troll, and otherwise they won�t know he was
the one to bring it in. They won�t
believe me without seeing it with their own eyes.�

Hermione nodded, and moved quickly off down the hall. It only took a couple of minutes for her to
get her bearings, and she quickly moved down toward the great hall. It was fortunate that the first professors
she encountered were McGonagall and Flitwick, and she was able to convince them
of what she had seen. They pulled their
wands and hurried up to the corridor, Hermione following along, and hoping that
they wouldn�t be too late to save a young boy�s life.

They heard the growls and shouting as they hurried down the
corridor. Moving to the door where they
heard the noises, they raised their shields and pushed the door open. The experienced teachers stopped in shock at
what they saw. A troll was pushed
against the ceiling, and Harry was ducking curses from behind some battered
desks, and their fellow teacher, Professor Quirrell, who always struck them as
harmless, was snarling as he cast curse after curse at Harry.

Professor Flitwick was the first to recover, and he quickly
sent a Reductor curse at the troll, killing it instantly, and Minerva shot a
disarming hex at Quirrell. Quirrell�s
wand flew into her hand, and she turned to see how Harry was doing. That was almost a fatal mistake on her
part. As she turned her back on
Quirrell, he rushed at her and shoved her out of the way, Hermione screamed as
the crazed professor leapt at Harry.
Harry blinked and raised his wand, the wand pushed against Quirrell�s
chest, and Harry cast the �Wingardium Leviosa� floating spell, hoping to push his
attacker away. It had a much more severe
effect, though. The spell hit Quirrell�s
heart, and, because of the energy behind hit, ripped the heart away from the
arteries and veins, and he had a massive heart attack, dieing almost instantly.

________________

Needless to say, Harry and Hermione missed the Halloween
feast. Harry, because he was being
treated in the Hospital Wing and Hermione because she refused to leave his
side. His brothers tried to get in to
see him, but Madame Pomphrey refused to allow them entrance. Professor Dumbledore had the house elves
bring them a bunch of treats as a consolation for missing the feast. They
nibbled while he questioned them all, Professors included, as to what had happened,
and why they were in the corridor at all.

After the questioning was done, Harry asked the Headmaster
if he knew what Professor Quirrell was doing in the corridor. Professor Dumbledore answered, �Actually,
Mister Potter, I�ve got a very good idea what Quirinus was doing. I had something being guarded there,
something that his master wanted very desperately. I unfortunately was not aware of his current
allegiance; he had served as an exceptionally fine instructor for several
years. Well, at any rate, the item he
wanted to get has been secured elsewhere.�

�When you say Professor Quirrell�s master, you mean
Voldemort don�t you?�

Nurse Pomphrey gasped at the sound of the name and Harry
gave her a disgusted look. �It�s just a
name, for crying out loud! Why are
people so afraid of a name? I don�t get it!�

Dumbledore looked at him sharply when he heard the first
year student speaking a name that many adults were afraid to use. �Yes, Mister Potter, I was referring to
Voldemort, and, I�m pleased you can say his name, not many witches and wizards
are able to do so. It only increases
Voldemorts legend if people are afraid to say his name.�

Harry realized he may have slipped up, and slammed his
shields into place as the Headmaster stared at him, his eyes twinkling
madly. Thinking quickly, Harry said, �After
seeing what I saw earlier tonight, there really isn�t anything to be afraid of
about a name. He�s just another wizard,
granted, he�s powerful, but he�s not a god or a demon, just a man. Although, I do wonder, what kind of parent
would name their child Voldemort anyway?�

The old wizard considered this for a few seconds, before
nodding and turning away. As he rose to leave, Dumbledore said;

�I believe you are correct about not fearing his name,
Mister Potter, and, he named himself after he left Hogwarts. Anyway, I believe it�s time for you to rest
for a while, those spells took a lot out of you, I�m told. I am impressed with the power you put into
the floating spell, there is obviously a big difference between floating a
feather, and a 30 stone beast like that troll.
And I have to tell you, that, even though I�m sure you feel some measure
of guilt for Quirrell�s death, you shouldn�t.
He would have killed you without a second thought, and your actions
saved your life, and doubtless many others that would have been lost had he
succeeded in his mission.�

�Now, get some rest, Harry, you have a big day ahead of you
tomorrow� Albus smiled gently at him as he left the room.

_________________

Dumbledore�s Office

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of
Hogwarts, and multiple other titles, sat at his desk, sucking on a lemon drop
as he watched the penseive memory of his conversation with Harry Potter.

�I wonder, are the shields he displayed natural, or a
remnant of the attack as an infant? He
didn�t seem aware that I was probing him, but, there were shields there none
the less. I could still see his surface
thoughts, and there really wasn�t much surprise there, although I wonder if
Miss Granger is aware of the nature of his feelings for her. Probably, she is a
very observant young lady. Oh well, this is a mystery that I won�t solve in an
evening, and I do need to get at least a few hours of sleep before Cornelius
shows up in the morning demanding an explanation.�

Stretching, he put the penseive away and turned out the
lights in his office.

_____________

The next couple of months were busy ones for Harry and the
others, between class work and Quidditch, and weekly visits with Remus, who,
after the awkward initial meeting, loosened up quite a bit, telling Harry
several stories about his parents, as well as about the other members of the
Marauders. Remus even told him the
origins of their Marauder names. There
was a noticeable sadness when Remus talked about his former brothers, and, any
time that Harry tried to move the conversation to Sirius, he changed the
subject. Remus, did however, prove
Professor Dumbledore right, he howled with laughter at the prank they pulled on
Snape, saying that James would have loved it, considering how much he and
Sirius hated Snivilus.

After the first couple of weeks, Hermione and Ron joined
Harry for the visits, Hermione because she wanted to get to know a friend of Harry�s�;
and Ron because he was gathering information, wanting to gain an impression of
the man, and see if he would be a potential threat or an ally in the
future. Ron was getting slightly
concerned because his brother was letting his shields down more and more around
other people. However, it didn�t seem to
be causing any problems yet, so he took a �wait and see� attitude.

__________________

Over Winter break, Harry got together with Arthur, and
explained the situation with Snape. He
also told him about the fact that the Headmaster had tried to probe him. Arthur was very concerned, but Harry assured
him that his shields held, and the only thing Dumbledore saw was a dirty
thought about his friend Hermione.
Relieved, Arthur teased him about having a girlfriend already. The conversation turned serious again when the
two of them went over Harry�s plan for Snape.
At first he was concerned that Harry not get caught, but, after the plan
was finalized, and especially hearing Harry�s reasoning behind the need for the
death, he gave his blessing. Arthur also
agreed to get the items that Harry needed before they went back to school.

The holiday went very pleasantly for everyone, except for a
couple of odd items. One very good, and the other was neither good or bad, it
was just odd. When Harry came downstairs
on Christmas morning, he found a box that had his name on it, from Remus. After Arthur cast several detection spells
on it, he gave Harry the okay to open it. Inside was an Invisibility Cloak,
with a note on top.

�Harry, this belonged to your father, and I think he�d enjoy seeing you
(or rather, not seeing you) have it.
Happy Holidays, Remus�

The other odd item occurred later that day, Harry was
helping Ron bring his gifts up to his room, and he happened to look over at
Scabbers. The rat was chewing on his front
paw, and Harry noticed that the rat was missing a toe. He didn�t say anything, wanting to get more
information first. The first thing he
wanted to do when he got back to school, was find out how long a normal rat is
expected to live, because the rat had been there for as long as he could
remember, first as Percy�s rat, and now as Ron�s.

__________________

It didn�t take Harry much research to determine that Ron�s
rat had outlived its normal lifespan by about 8 years at this point, which,
combined with the missing toe, was pointing him more and more to the idea that
something was not right about Sirius�s imprisonment. He decided not to discuss his suspicions
with Hermione yet, because her conscience would make her want to do something
immediately, and Harry didn�t see any real need for urgency.

____________________

The school year was winding down, with all the students
studying for their exams, especially since Professor Dumbledore had taken over
teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, he had promised that the exam would be
strenuous. Harry wasn�t that concerned
about most of his classes, he and Hermione had spent quite a lot of time
studying in the library. Ron still
teased him about having a girl friend, but not as much since he had noticed that
Susan Bones, a pretty Hufflepuff in their year had started smiling at him.

___________________

The final potions class of the year was going, and Harry was
working feverishly on the Pepper-Up Potion, successful completion of which was
40 percent of his grade for the year.
He had just added the final ingredients, and gave the correct
counterclockwise stir the required four times, when the room was jolted by the
sound of an explosion.

Whirling around in his seat, Harry and the rest of the class
saw what was unfortunately a typical sight.
Professor Snape was standing over Neville Longbottom, verbally abusing
and tormenting the boy. This time seemed
to be worse than usual however, as Neville was holding his hands over his face
and Harry could see blood dripping through his fingers.

Snape wasn�t paying any attention to the condition of his
victim; he was too busy enjoying the sound of his voice as he heaped buckets of
steaming sarcasm on the hopelessly clumsy Gryffindor. It wasn�t until he heard the sound of the
lummox�s head hitting the desk that he looked down and saw the blood. Shaking his head at the mess, he pointed at
Potter and Granger; who had both finished their potions, correctly he was
surprised to see, and had them escort Longbottom to the nurse.

__________

Hermione was torn between worry over her friend, and fury at
Snape�s callous disregard for anyone and anything that wasn�t a Slytherin.

�You know that if it had been Malfoy or one of his goons, he
would have never been yelling at him like that, and, if one of them developed
so much as a fucking hangnail in his class, he would have sent someone to fetch
Madame Pomphrey right away! I swear
Harry, I know I told Professor McGonagall that I�d try to change things
peacefully first, but I�m very quickly losing my patience. It�s not only Snape; it�s the attitude of a
lot of the students and professors as well.
It�s obvious to them, that since I can�t trace my bloodline back to
Merlin and Circe, I�m not worthy of calling myself a witch! I may as well be a trained monkey in the zoo,
for that�s all they see me as, a damned curiosity!�

�Hermione, trust me, I agree with you, and, when the time is
right, I will be right beside you doing what needs to be done. Our beloved Potions Instructor may have
forgotten, but, there are consequences to his actions. But, for right now, let�s get Neville to the
nurse so we can be sure he isn�t going to loose an eye. He really is badly burned
all over his face.�

________________

It was a close thing, but Neville didn�t lose his sight; he
did get a bit of scarring on his face, and he spent the last few days of school
drawn into himself, snarling at anybody that came near him. The only thing that made him smile was when
Harry leaned over to him as they were leaving for the return trip back, and
whispered, �Don�t worry, Nev, I�m going to make him pay! He won�t be here next year!�

After boarding the train, Harry loaded all his stuff into
the compartment he, Hermione, and Ron were sharing, and went to find a private
spot to put his plan into effect.
Hermione saw him grab a syringe and his invisibility cloak and asked him
what he was doing.

�It�s best you don�t know, Hermione, but, there are certain
things I will not allow to go on, and I told you that certain actions have
consequences. I�m providing the
consequences.�

Her eyes widened as she listened to what he said, �Okay
Harry, I understand, just be careful, okay?
He�s not worth getting into more trouble for.�

�I�m always careful, and I�ve planned this out to the best
of my abilities. I�ll see you
soon.� He put the invisibility cloak on;
touched his wand to the portkey, and Hermione and Ron could tell by the way the
air moved that he was gone.

_______________

Meanwhile, Severus
Snape�s Private Quarters

Snape stalked into his quarters, tossing his robe on a
chair, and grabbed a bottle of Firewhiskey off the shelf. �The nerve of the old man!� he grumbled,
�Questioning my professionalism, as if I�d deliberately let any harm come to
one of these mewling brats in my care! The very idea is laughable. Just because Longbottom is a drama queen, the
little pouf, and can�t handle constructive criticism, is no reason to impugn my
professional reputation.�

He set the glass down and was reaching for the bottle for a
refill when he heard the sound of several silencing charms going up.

�Who�s there?� He demanded, his words slightly slurred.

�Petrificus Totalus� Came a voice from nowhere. Snape couldn�t move on his own, and started
to fall over, but was stopped from falling when the same voice spoke again;
�Mobilicorpus� and he felt himself being laid out on his bed. He heard the sound of cloth being pulled,
and the face of his worst enemy floated before him.

"You know, Severus, a true Slytherin would have found
out the abilities and, most important, the capabilities, of someone before he
made an enemy of them. But then, with
your bullheaded refusal to let facts change your dearly held prejudices, you
are more of a Gryffindor than a Slytherin.
I bet that when you imagined how you'd die, you never thought that it
would be at the hands of an 11 year old boy, who you abused and belittled for
the entire year. Well, imagined or not,
your death is here, in the form of a bubble of air. Now, an air bubble is ordinarily quite
harmless, but, when placed in the human bloodstream, it causes a massive heart
attack. So, goodbye Severus, enjoy your
eternity in Hell, I'm sure I'll see you there eventually!" Snape felt a prick at his ankle and then felt
sensation returning to his limbs as the spell was released. �Potter!� he gasped as the bubble hit his
heart and the disruption caused it to stop, permanently.

Harry stood impassively watching as his victim finally
died. Checking around, he made sure the
door was locked, removed the silencing charms and activated the portkey back to
the Express. He was very relieved that
the magic worked properly, he was concerned that he wouldn�t be brought back to
the right compartment, especially since the train was moving at a high speed.

When he popped back into the compartment, Hermione and Ron
both looked up from the game of chess with questioning looks on their
faces. When Harry nodded, Hermione was
the first to react; �Good! He was a
monster, and he won�t hurt anybody else any more.�

Ron added, �It had to be done, Harry, and I�m glad you were
able to take care of it. Nobody saw you,
did they?�

�The only person who could have seen me was Snape, and he
isn�t telling anyone. Now, has the snack
cart been by yet, I�m hungry!�

End Year One

AUTHORS END NOTE:
For those that were wondering what Hagrid was doing, he was burying the
dragon egg he got in the bar. For
whatever reason, possibly being overcooked, the egg didn�t hatch. I couldn�t think of a decent story reason
for the trio (which really isn�t at this point in the story) to visit Hagrid,
since he and Harry didn�t have the close relationship they did in canon.

[CMC1]Intra
- means within the single House. Inter -
means between the Houses
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- 2
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