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            Over the next few days Harry came up with a half dozen ways to trap Snape but rejected them as being too elaborate. It had to be something simple that would work the first time round and catch him completely off guard. Harry decided to lay the plan off to the side for now as things were starting to happen. It was nearly the end of October and the two schools, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were due to arrive at any time.

            “Good evening all,” Dumbledore said as he stood before the great hall at dinner one evening, “I am pleased to announce that the two schools will be arriving in time for the Halloween Feast. As we are the hosts, I wish to ask all of you to show our guests the respect that they are due. At that time we will get the tournament under way.”

That set the hall to buzzing and Harry nodded as he thought about what he knew about the tournament, thanks to Hermione’s research. All it turned out to be was a simple contest in using all of the skills, courage, and daring the contestant possessed. Harry could count at least a dozen people that fit that bill here at Hogwarts. He was sure that this was to be an exciting event and he hoped that Hogwarts would come out on top.

            Harry sat in the commons room listening to the talk as he tried to read his current charms assignment. Naturally Ron was spouting off about how brave and noble he was and that he was sure to get picked to be the Hogwarts champion, something that Harry found hysterical. Harry shook his head and went back to his reading.

            “You going to put your name in Harry?” a soft voice said.

Harry looked up to see Ginny standing before him. “Thinking about it.”

Harry hadn’t talked to Ginny up to now but had seen plenty of her in the commons room and she had always given him the come hither look and Harry knew that if he did get involved with her it would be all she wrote and his plans for his life would be out the window. So he had always avoided her up to now. He stood up and stretched, feeling tired.

            “You’ll have to excuse me Ginny. It’s been a long day and I’m headed to bed. We have a busy weekend ahead of us,” Harry said.

Harry could feel the killing intent coming off her as he walked away. A part of him wished that this wasn’t happening but Molly, Ginny, and Ron all decided for themselves to throw in with Dumbledore and he knew they would someday realize their actions had been wrong ones and hopefully they would turn around but Harry was doubtful on that one. He settled into bed with his book and did a bit more reading before calling it a night.

            Harry met Shiro in the room of requirement the next morning for their workout. Both of them pushed each other really hard and enjoyed the workout. Shiro passed Harry a bottle of water as they sat with their backs against the wall.

            “I saw Ginny trying to come on to you last night,” Shiro opened the conversation.

Harry sighed. “Yeah she did. She just doesn’t understand that I’m not interested in her.”

            “What are you going to do if she tries to trap you?” Shiro asked.

Harry drained his bottle of water and sighed. “I don’t know.”

            “Didn’t you tell me that you saved her life in your second year?” Shiro asked. “If you did, then she owes you a life debt. You could call her on that and use her to spy on Dumbledore, Ron, and her mother.”

            “Didn’t think of that,” Harry admitted.

Harry went to the library after breakfast to look up the information and with Hermione’s help explored that option.

            “Think about this very carefully, Harry. Too much could go wrong with this. You have to word it just right or they could use it as a way to trap you,” Hermione told him.

            “If their plans had succeeded, and Ginny married me,” Harry began.

            “There would be no way you could call her on the life debt thing,” Hermione said.

Harry rubbed his face and sighed. “I can’t keep her at the end of a ten foot pole forever.”

Harry tucked that information away in his mind in the event he would need it. Harry went to his private flat and stayed in there for the day. He needed some time to himself and being in there by himself was good therapy. He got into his harness after stripping off and spent some time playing with a vibrator on himself. Harry slipped his rubber cock up into himself and relaxed as he felt it settle into place. He buckled on his wrist suspension cuffs and went to the stepladder and got on it. He put the double snap hook in place between the ankle cuffs and then raised his hands over his head to set the O rings in the suspension cuffs into the hooks above him. Harry stepped off the stepladder and swung free. He studied himself in the mirror that was on the wall in front of him and liked the way his body looked stretched out. Even the harness he was wearing looked good on him. Harry hung there for a time until he got tired of it and got back on the stepladder. He got down and went to relax on the bed. He took his hard cock in hand and stroked himself off to a nice orgasm. Harry snuggled down into the bed and napped for a bit afterwards.

            Harry made sure he was on time to the great hall as Durmstrang and Beauxbatons would be arriving at any time. He walked out the main doors with Gryffindor House and they stood there for a time until somebody pointed to the lake. A tall ship was coming up out of the water, and as Harry looked that way, the Durmstrang flag unfurled as the mast came out of the water. Durmstrang school had arrived.

            “Nice entrance,” Shiro remarked. “I’ve been on a tall ship once before and it was very interesting as to how it was all laid out.”

Harry nodded. “I’ve seen pictures of them. I’ve wondered what it would be like to have sailed on one. Bet it would be fun.”

Before Shiro could answer, someone pointed up to the sky and Harry looked up to see an oversized elegant coach coming out of a cloud being pulled by a team of six horses. There was no doubt it was Beauxbatons. Harry glanced at Dumbledore and he was talking to a thin man with long hair and a dark goatee. Harry recognized Viktor Krum the international Quidditch star. Harry looked over at Ron as he knew that Ron idolized the guy to see him acting like a love struck fan. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. As he watched Ron make a spectacle of himself another idea came to mind. Enslave Ron completely. Harry considered the thought and decided to run things past the twins.

            “You want to leash him and Ginny,” Fred said as he sipped his cup of tea.

George set his down. “Something you and I should have done ages ago, brother mine.”

            “Interesting thought,” Fred posed.

George nodded as he nibbled on a cookie. “Not too late.”

Fred nodded, and evil grin spreading across his face. Harry shivered at the look on his face. He was glad he was on their good side. He’d hate to get them pissed off at him.

            “Between Harry calling in the life debt on Ginny and us putting a collar on ickle Ronniekins we can keep the Weasley House from going completely bad,” Fred contemplated.

            “We need to see Dad about this, sound out Bill and Charlie too,” George stated.

Fred turned to Harry. “We’ll keep you informed.”

Harry nodded. “Okay. I just hope that your dad and other brothers go for this.”

That had been before dinner in the Weasley’s private rooms. Harry headed down to the great hall immediately after. Fred and George showed up a few minutes later with that ‘I’m innocent’ look on their faces. Harry knew without a doubt that they were anything but innocent. He turned his attention to Dumbledore as the evening’s festivities got started.

            Most of the evening had been spent talking about the tournament, the Goblet of Fire, how the contestants would be chosen, and that only those seventeen and older would be allowed to compete, to which there had been a storm of protest from everybody. Dumbledore had gotten pissed and yelled for silence and then stated that it was the final decision and that it was now out of his hands. Harry had a bad feeling about all of this. He wasn’t sure just what was to happen, but he just knew that somehow something bad would happen. Harry hoped he was wrong. The next morning found him back in the library looking up books on the tournament but Hermione had beaten him to it.

            “A lot of it is history on the tournament, but I did find the rule book and it was most helpful Harry,” Hermione said, going into lecture mode.

She spent most of the hour going over the rules with Harry and by the time she was done Harry had a good grasp on the rules of the tournament. She also educated him on the Age Line that Dumbledore had laid down round the goblet of fire. So when the Age Line kicked the twins back and gave them beards, Harry knew for sure it was working. Harry was amused by the twins sporting long beards and looking very much like Dumbledore, he laughed along with all of the observers. Even the headmistress from Beauxbatons had enjoyed the spectacle. Harry tucked that memory away for the future when he needed a laugh. He headed in to breakfast.

            There was a lot of talk during the week about the tournament. Harry didn’t mind it because everybody’s attention was on something else for a change and he liked that. Even Fred and George were busy with something and Harry was sure it had to do with making money. He knew their heart’s desire was to open a joke shop and he hoped they would be able to pull it off. Harry hoped they would realize their dream someday. They deserved something good in their lives. Everything was catching up to him and he wasn’t feeling that great so he retreated to his bed in his dorm on Thursday afternoon after lunch as he had the rest of his day free. He retrieved his CD player and a stack of his CD’s and got on his bed, pulling his privacy curtains closed and casting a spell on them to keep them from being opened and stretched out on his bed. He put Metallica’s Black CD in the player and started it. He laid down on his right side and let the music carry him away. If asked what his favorite song from the Black CD was, Harry would be hard pressed to tell you as he liked the whole thing as the music spoke to him in a way that the other music he had heard didn’t. Harry listened to a few more CD’s and then decided to call it a night. He put up the CD player on the shelf on his headboard along with the CD’s he had gotten from his trunk and let the sandman take him away. Having gone to bed early had been a good decision as Harry felt a lot better the next morning. He met Shiro up in the room of requirement for their morning workout and Shiro pressed him hard as he usually did. Harry managed to keep up as he usually did and the workout made him feel better. He dismissed the bad feeling as something he probably ate that was bad. The rumors flying round the hall that morning were interesting. A number of Hogwarts students dropped in their name and so had a few of the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Tomorrow evening at the dinner hour Dumbledore would open the tournament and the champions from each school would be announced. Had Harry known what was going to happen he would have run for the hills. As it was he had no clue that his life would get very complicated.

            The hall was filled to the brim and more with all of the people attending the feast. Anyone who was somebody was there. Fudge was doing his best to take center stage from Dumbledore and Dumbledore was trying his best to knock Fudge back. Percy was there and he had an air of importance about him and Harry knew the Ministry now had their hooks deep into him. It would explain why Arthur liked the job he was doing. Harry’s respect for Arthur grew a bit more. Of course people had to get up there and make grand speeches, making Harry wish he had brought a pillow as they were trying to put him to sleep as a number of people had dozed and Ron had fallen asleep ages ago while working on a rib bone, the sauce all over his face. Harry wondered if anyone had tried to teach Ron table manners.

            “Coffee?” Shiro asked, lifting the coffee pot to Harry’s cup.

            “Yes please,” Harry pushed the cup towards Shiro.

He stirred in some sugar and sampled it. Candy cane flavor, nice. Harry rested his head on the palm of his left hand as he picked at the remains of his dinner. He was just about to nod off when something snapped him back to awareness. The Goblet of Fire was being moved to the front. People were sitting up now and watching to see what was going on. Dumbledore was beaming as he was now firmly in control.

            “Now is the time for us to find out who is to represent their school,” he said with that damned twinkle in his eyes going full blast.

He waved to the cup and it shot flames way up in the air. When it settled down it spit a piece of parchment into the air. Dumbledore held out his hand and it floated down to rest.

            “Representing Beauxbatons is Miss Delacour,” Dumbledore announced as people applauded the French girl standing up.

She was directed to go to a room behind the high table. Cedric Diggory was next and Hufflepuff House celebrated as Cedric went up. The third champion to be chosen was Viktor Krum. Karkaroff looked very pleased. The hall was now buzzing as Dumbledore turned away to take his seat when a gasp went up from the front row. Harry turned just in time to see the goblet flare up a fourth time. A really bad feeling swept through Harry and he felt his balls pull up into him in fear. Dumbledore looked amazed as he turned around. He waited until the scrap of parchment fluttered down into his hand. Harry watched the rage slowly creep across Dumbledore’s face and knew this didn’t bode well for him.

            “POTTER!” Dumbledore roared.

Harry slammed the cup he was holding down on the table, shattering it and the dish that took the impact. Harry got up and stormed up to the front, pointing his finger at the headmaster. Harry was pissed, and people watched the confrontation that was coming.

            “Dumbledore! If this is your idea of an attempt to trap me into something, I sure as hell am not playing! I’m not fucking amused!” Harry roared as he got into Dumbledore’s face with the help of a hastily conjured box.

Dumbledore turned and got into Harry’s face, and both of them went at it, the language getting intense as the onlookers watched.

            “THAT IS ENOUGH!” another voice broke in.

Harry and Dumbledore turned to see a man named Bartemus Crouch approach them. The man glared at both of them as Harry backed off the box he had been standing on and it disappeared.

            “Obviously there is something going on between the both of you. I do not care to hear the details. Mr. Potter, you must compete or you will lose your magic for life. There is no way out of this,” Crouch said.

            “I didn’t put my name in, and I’ll tell you why,” Harry began his defense.

Harry paced back and forth as he explained his thinking and then his theories of someone planting his name in the Goblet, accusing Snape of doing so and the potions master jumped out of his seat and vigorously defended himself, setting off Harry and the both of them went nose to nose until Crouch silenced them. The man groaned as he rubbed his forehead.

            “There is nothing that can be done. I am sorry, Mr. Potter. You must compete, as I do not wish to see you lose your magic and or your life,” Crouch sighed.

Harry headed off to the back room where the three champions were. Cedric was the first to react to Harry’s appearance.

            “Has something happened?” he asked as Krum and Delacour turned to them.

Harry took a seat and told them what happened. “So now I have to compete or lose my life and or magic. I am so sure that either Snape or Dumbledore set me up!”

Cedric chuckled. “Snape I can believe, but not Dumbledore.”

            “Cedric, if I tell you what I know about Dumbledore you would change your tune in a heartbeat,” Harry said bitterly.

The room fell silent and Harry missed the three champions looking at each other and then nodding. Harry looked up as the three of them sat down at the round table with him. Viktor called for a house elf and asked it to deliver four glasses and a bottle of whiskey. They arrived and Krum poured out drinks.

            “On my life, and my magic, I will keep your secrets, Harry Potter,” Krum said as he lifted his glass towards Harry.

The other two did the same and Harry nodded as he picked up his glass and tapped theirs. Harry spent the next ten minutes telling them everything. They listened to him and nodded when he was done. They sat there in silence before the adults arrived.

            “It is settled. Harry Potter will compete. He has lodged his protest and it was accepted by the ICW. We have looked for any possible loophole to grant Mr. Potter a safe exit but we were unable to find one. Now we will give you the details of the first task a week before it is to take place. We wish you well,” Crouch said.

Harry could see disapproval in the faces of Dumbledore, Snape, and Percy. Harry had the feeling that this was not going to end well, and he was right. He headed back to the Gryffindor table and sat down. The other champions rejoined their tables and the fest continued.

            Ron jumped on him the moment Harry stepped through the portrait and started accusing him of sabotage. Harry lost his temper and both of them went nose to nose until the twins separated them. Fred backed Harry up and Ron struggled to break free of George. Harry turned and left the Gryffindor commons room and headed to his private flat. Argus let him in and Harry slumped down in a recliner before the blazing fire. He stared into the fire for a time and it helped to calm and relax him. Harry sighed as he stretched out in the recliner and reached down for his crotch. He began to massage his cock through his jeans and sighed as he felt it start to rise to the occasion. Harry opened his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles and then kicked them off. Harry had taken to wearing the Japanese fundoshi after seeing the one Shiro had on when he saw it for the first time in the shower room. Shiro taught him to tie one on him and now it was all that Harry wore. He reached behind him and pulled the knot loose and pulled the fundoshi off him. Harry took his cock in hand and began to feel it up. He liked how it felt in his hand. He was amazed at how warm it felt in his hand. He squeezed it hard and it responded, giving him pleasure. Harry closed his eyes and sighed, starting to stroke it. An image of Shiro floated up from deep in his mind where he kept his sexual fantasies. He envisioned Shiro as a powerful daimyo and Harry was in front of him as Shiro sat sprawled on his throne, giving him a show as he masturbated in front of him. Harry’s pleasure increased as he imagined Shiro telling him how to do it. His pleasure reached a crescendo and burst as he achieved orgasm, his cum going everywhere, from his face down his torso, and into his short black pubic hair. Harry sighed as he slowly came down from his sexual high. He lay there in the recliner and watched the fire until he felt sleepy.

            Harry met Shiro in the room of requirement the next morning. He took a cup of tea from Dobby, the hyper house elf he had freed from Malfoy in his second year.

            “There you are,” Shiro called out when he arrived. “Everybody’s been looking for you.”

Harry sighed. “I bet they have.”

            “That was one hell of a show you and Dumbledore put on last night. You should hear what people are saying. Then to go up against that Snape guy,” Shiro said.

Harry stood up and stretched, feeling things pop in his body. He smiled as he scratched his chest and headed to the mat for warm up exercises.

            “I had wanted to unload on him since the day I met him. God, I enjoyed that. So much fun,” Harry grinned as they started their workout.

Shiro had to shake his head as he teamed up with Harry on the next set of exercises.

            “I had the feeling that you were going to be an unusual friend and I was right,” Shiro said. “I had heard the stories about you there in Japan and I can see that most of them were exaggerated. You are nothing like what I heard.”

            “Thanks. I have very few friends because they are able to look past the boy-who-lived label and see the real me. I appreciate them,” Harry grunted as he curled the weight.

            “That’s all you need sometimes, two or three good friends to help you get through life alive,” Shiro wiped the sweat away.

They changed positions and Harry spotted him as Shiro went to work curling the barbell. Harry pushed all thoughts of what might happen out of his head as he would deal with them later.

            Harry and Ron did cross paths in the shower room. Ron glared at Harry as he passed by but he didn’t say anything. Harry smiled at Ron and the redhead stomped off. Harry headed back to his dorm and got dressed for the day.

            “Mr. Potter,” came the smooth voice of Severus Snape as Harry approached the great hall for breakfast, people stopping to see what was to happen.

Harry smiled at the potions professor. “Good morning.”

Snape growled. “I would love nothing more to put you in your place but I cannot as I have been ordered to leave you be. When this is over, Potter, you and I shall be having a… discussion.”

Snape turned and his robes billowed out. Harry let go of the breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He was certain Snape was going to gut him.

            “Okay, that went well,” Hermione’s voice spoke up from behind Harry.

Harry turned to see her standing behind him. “Let’s go get breakfast, Harry. Lots to tell you.”

Hermione had discovered the updated Triwizard tournament book in the library and had checked it out for reading. She had gone through the book with a fine tooth comb and didn’t find a loophole Harry could exploit to get away from the tournament.

            “Hermione, I really appreciate your efforts,” Harry thanked her. “I’ll just see it through.”

Hermione looked at him earnestly. “Be careful Harry. Word is out that there are a number of people who are out to get you.”

Harry nodded. “I will, Hermione. Try not to worry so much.”

Harry went back to his breakfast hoping that the rest of his day would be peaceful. Unfortunately he wasn’t that lucky as Malfoy crossed paths with him down in the dungeons before potions. Malfoy and a bunch of the Slytherins were sporting round buttons.

            “Do you like them, Potter?” Draco smirked.

The button proclaimed Diggory to be the real Hogwarts champion. The message changed to read Potter Sucks. Harry was amused as he fingered the badge on Malfoy’s robe.

            “Oh how cute!” Harry grinned. “How ever did you do it? Must have taken a lot of effort on your part since you don’t have enough brain cells to come up with an original thought of your own. Decided to stop being your Daddy’s parrot?”

Draco turned absolutely red with rage as he fingered his wand.

            “If I see Snape I’ll let him know where you are so he can come find you and take you by the hand and lead you to your playpen,” Harry chuckled as he walked off.

Harry ducked the spell that was aimed at him and went on his way. He knew sooner or later they would tangle. Harry also knew he would come out on top because of all the training he had gotten over the summer and with Shiro teaching him new things. He found Hermione waiting for him at the potions class room and they went in after the door opened.

            Harry did have an encounter with Dumbledore right after lunch. The old man looked like he was ready to burst he was so pissed off. Harry sat there and yawned as Dumbledore preached to him for a half hour about how he was trying to look out for his best interests and so on. Harry finally reached his breaking point, so he stood up and walked out on the old man. He could hear Dumbledore screaming, demanding that Harry returned to his office. Harry just kept on going and ignored the silly old man. He had better things to do with his time and classes to go to. He barely made it to Flitwicks’ room before the tardy bell went. Flitwick nodded to Harry and carried on with the lesson. Harry felt the need for relaxation so he went looking for the Creevey brothers first. They weren’t around, and the Weasley twins were in their hiding place. Harry went into the boy’s restroom he found and stepped up to the urinal to get relief. As he was taking care of business, he heard a soft moan and the unmistakable sound of a boy working his cock. Harry grinned. Opportunity to get a new playmate. Harry zipped up and listened for the sound and used it to guide him to where the boy was hiding. Harry was shocked to find Ernie McMillan in the far stall with his pants down, hand stroking cock, and a dildo in his ass. Harry grinned as he stepped into the stall.

            “I got something much better than that dildo to put inside your ass,” Harry whispered into Ernie’s ear, making the boy jump in shock.

Harry reached for the dildo and pulled it out of Ernie as he stroked up his cock. Ernie saw the Potter cock he had heard so much about and thought about the offer for a moment and then stuck his ass out. Harry chuckled and placed the head of his cock at Ernie’s entrance and slowly pushed in. Ernie hissed as he felt Harry’s cock sliding into him, going deep.

            “Fuck me Potter!” Ernie demanded. “Fuck me good!”

Harry did, giving Ernie a good fucking and enjoyed the pleasure of having his cock deep inside another boy. Harry added Ernie to his list of willing boys to have sex with. He’d have to chat up Ernie sometime and see what the boy was into besides the dildo.

            “I’m going to cum inside of you,” Harry whispered a moment later as he felt the tingle deep in his balls.

            “Do it! I want Potter cum in my ass!” Ernie cried out as his body shivered from his orgasm that he had, his cum shooting everywhere.

Harry drove his cock deep into the boy beneath him and felt his orgasm wash over him. He felt his cum rushing through his cock and into Ernie.

            “Oh damn that felt good,” Harry sighed.

            “Yeah,” Ernie squeaked as he trembled. “Can we talk later?”

Harry smiled. “Sure. I’ll be looking forward to that.”

They cleaned up and headed back out into the castle.

            Harry did meet with Ernie later in the day. Harry was getting to his breaking point as people had been giving him a hard time about the tournament so he decided to hide out in the greenhouses for the rest of the day. He had found the perfect spot in one of the greenhouses. It was a small garden with trees, grass, and all manner of exotic plants there. Harry had called for Dobby and the hyper elf brought Harry what he wanted. Ernie found Harry stretched out on a lounger in just a pair of short jean shorts. Harry waved his wand and a second lounger appeared. Ernie turned it facing Harry so he could see Harry as they talked.

            “Cold soda?” Harry asked, reaching into the bottomless picnic basket.

            “Thank you Harry,” Ernie said. “I’ve been craving one for some time.”

Harry grinned. “Come see me if you ever want a six pack or two.”

            “Deal,” Ernie popped the tab and took a drink. “Oh that’s cold.”

            “Way it should be,” Harry stated. “So what’s on your mind?”

Ernie gathered his thoughts together. “I like sex. I go for both girls and guys.”

            “You’re bisexual,” Harry confirmed. “Don’t worry about that so much. It’s finding people to play with that can be the challenge.”

Ernie laughed at that one. “No kidding! I’ve managed to hook up once this year and was starting to go nuts looking for somebody else to play with. The dildo was an act of desperation. Could we play every now and then?”

            “Sure. I know of some other guys who like to play too. Let me talk to them first and see if they want to meet you,” Harry said.

            “Cool. Just so you know I like to play a bit rough but not too rough. A little bit of tie up before getting fucked, made to suck dick, and I want to be dominated by a female,” Ernie said.

Harry smiled as he had entertained that fantasy himself, but he wanted to be dominated by another boy. Perhaps it would be Shiro if he would agree to it.

            “Well, my advice to you is to keep your eyes open and you might find the right person,” Harry advised. “You just never know.”

Ernie grinned. “Thanks Harry for the help.”

Ernie stood up and reached for Harry’s shorts. He opened them and tugged then down to Harry’s knees along with the fundoshi Harry was wearing.

            “That looks hot on you,” Ernie said after he saw it.

            “Thanks. Shiro taught me how to wear it and I like it,” Harry said as Ernie got down.

Ernie took Harry’s cock in hand and began to suck on it as Harry shivered in pleasure. He reached out and rubbed Ernie’s back as Ernie worked on giving Harry pleasure. Ernie didn’t have much of a technique but he made up for it in enthusiasm. Harry sighed as Ernie sucked his cock off to a nice orgasm. Ernie was smiling when he came up.

            “Your cum is sweet, Harry. I love it,” Ernie grinned.

Harry tied the fundoshi back in place on him. “Thanks Ernie. I’m one of those rare guys that have sweet cum. Why that is I don’t know.”

            “I like it. See you round?” Ernie asked.

            “Sure. Be nice to play with you again,” Harry agreed as he stretched out on the lounger once more after getting his shorts back on.

Ernie left Harry after telling him he wouldn’t tell anyone where he was.

            Harry felt a bit more energized after having spent time relaxing in the greenhouse. Now he had an idea why Neville liked it down here. He arrived to dinner on time and ignored Malfoy and his band of cronies as they flashed the badges at him. Harry joined Neville and Colin at the Gryffindor table and Colin turned to him.

            “McGonagall was looking for you,” he said.

Harry glanced up at the high table where she was eating and talking to Hiro Ieyasu. She glanced at Harry and he nodded to her. She returned the nod and both turned back to their respective dinners. Harry filled up his plate and dug in.

            “I think I know why you like being in the greenhouses so much Neville,” Harry nudged Neville after a few minutes.

            “You were down there today?” Neville asked. “Which area?”

            “Number six, the one with the little park in the center of it,” Harry replied. “I had a lounger to relax on and I really liked the way it was set up nicely.”

Neville smiled. “Thanks Harry. That place has been my special project ever since I got here. It was a place I had designed and built with meditation in mind.”

Harry nodded. “Well I liked it. Just a really nice place to relax in.”

            “That’s the idea. Professor Sprout likes it too and she thinks I’m a natural at it. I am debating on getting my master’s in herbology,” Neville informed him.

            “Don’t just think about it, go do it. From what I saw I know you will be awesome at it,” Harry encouraged Neville. “You can do it out there in the muggle world as well as here.”

Neville scratched his chin as he thought about the possibilities as Harry returned to his dinner. He wondered what McGonagall wanted of him.

            Harry went up to her office after dinner to find her there grading papers. She set them aside as Harry entered and closed the door.

            “Hi. Colin said you were looking for me?” Harry stated as he took a seat.

            “I was, Mr. Potter. If you don’t mind telling me where you were today?” she asked.

Harry respected her for being a fair teacher and administrator. It was trying to get her attention on things was the hardest part sometimes.

            “Greenhouse number six. It has a nice park in the center. Neville was the one to design and build it. I went there because I needed to get away from things and just be alone for a bit. Good place to be if you need to be alone and figure things out,” Harry informed her.

McGonagall nodded. “Longbottom had a hand in it? Well, it sounds like he found his calling.”

            “He wants to get his master’s in herbology and I told him to go for it if that’s what he truly wants,” Harry stated.

            “Twenty points, Mr. Potter, for encouraging another student. As to why I called you here, I went to see Director Ragnock at Gringotts. During our conversation he showed me your parent’s wills. Had I known about the wills prior to the events that Halloween night I would have fought a lot harder for you. Things would have been different if you had lived with me. I owe you and your parents an apology. I am sorry Harry. I failed you,” McGonagall said.

Harry believed her. He sensed no deception on her part.

            “I forgive you. I believe you were a victim in all of this too. Dumbledore has plans for me and I think I’ve upset them by finding out what he has done to me. The goblins have rock solid evidence against him and he knows it. I plan on dealing with Voldemort if and when he rises from the dead as Dumbledore claims he will I think he can do it, the events of first year and second year proves it. I also know of something called a horcrux, because of the one in the diary that Ginny had in second year and the one in my head when he gave me the scar. I found that one after putting on the Potter Family ring. Not only did it destroy that one, the Potter Family magic in the ring smashed the blocks Dumbledore put on me. I know it was his work because the goblins were able to compare the magical signature in those blocks with the magical signature they had on file for Dumbledore. Perfect matches,” Harry stated.

He saw the anger rise within her eyes and knew she was pissed.

            “Then you must be careful around him Harry. I will do my best to back you,” she said.

Harry had just gained another ally.

            Harry entered the Gryffindor commons room after the meeting and found people in excited mode. Before Harry could say anything Ron was in his face once more.

            “Well, well, well. If it isn’t his Lordship Potter. Meet up with your death eater buddies?” Ron snarled.

The room went completely silent. Harry knew if he didn’t do something he would lose this confrontation. He looked straight at Ron, wanting to slap the shit out of him. He wondered what it would take to stop his crap.

            “For your information, I was meeting with Lady McGonagall. You know, you used to be a really cool dude. I have no idea why you took money from Dumbledore that he stole from me and I could really care less right now. I’d slap your ass, but shit splatters and I really don’t want to mess up the commons room,” Harry snapped at Ron.

Ron balled up his fists and got in closer. “All of us want you out of here you back stabbing cowardly asshole death eater!”

            “Did you think that one up on your own or did your sister help you with that?” Harry asked the very angry redhead in front of him.

Ron hit him hard with a right and Harry went with the punch. Harry smiled.

            “Did your sister teach you how to punch like a girl?” Harry asked.

This time he got a left and Harry rolled with that one.

            “Not bad. That one was actually hard enough to stun a fly,” Harry cracked.

Ron charged and Harry stepped off to the side and grabbed Ron’s right arm as the enraged Weasley passed him. Harry brought it up behind Ron’s back and pushed him up against the wall. People watching reacted to that and Harry sighed.

            “Chill out, Ron. I’ll move out if that’s what everybody wants,” Harry stated.

A majority of Gryffindor House did want Harry out so he went up to the dorm to get his trunk. He headed for his private flat and Argus let him in. Harry placed his trunk by a bookcase and settled into his recliner and stared into the fire for a time. He sat there until it got late and the fire was nearly gone. He stripped down and went to bed.

To Be Continued….
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