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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 8
The Stone of Flamel: Part 4
(The First Week)
Late Evening-Gryffindor Tower

          Harry laid in his four-poster bed with his eyes wide open and his thoughts were on the events of the evening. His mind was still back in Dumbledore’s office hearing the Headmaster telling his mother that he knew that Vernon and Marge were Supremacists. Not only that, but Dumbledore actually admitted that he wanted Harry to stay in that house just for the fact that he could keep a closer eye on the Dursleys. This made no sense to Harry, as he believed that after Dumbledore discovered that Vernon and Marge were Supremacists, he could have found a way to keep a watch on them without endangering Harry further. Even if Dumbledore’s goal was to rid the world of these Supremacists, to endanger the life of any young wizard, regardless of how powerful or famous, was borderline retarded. Frustrated with Dumbledore’s explanation, Harry tossed his covers off of his body and stood up from his bed. As he did, Neville lifted his head up off of his pillow.
          “Alright, Harry?” Neville asked as he wearily looked at his god-brother. Harry tried to smile to Neville, hoping to not make him worry, but Harry was simply too mad to do so.
          “I’m alright, Neville.” Harry lied as he stretched his arms out. “I just can’t sleep. I’m going to go to the common room for a bit and talk to Mum for a while. Maybe that’ll relax me enough to finally sleep.”
          “Okay, but I doubt that’s going to happen with Ron over there.” Neville said, indicating the loud snoring red-head sleeping on the other side of Harry’s bed.
          Even though Harry was angry, he managed to chuckle and smile at his god-brother’s comment. He then left the first-year boy’s dorm room and headed for the common room. As he walked down the flight of steps, Harry heard his mother already talking with somebody else. Somebody he actually met during the feast earlier in the evening, the Gryffindor ghost, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. Ron made the mistake of referring to him as Nearly Headless Nick, which the Gryffindor ghost chastised the young red-head for and told him that he preferred to be called Sir Nicholas. Hermione then asked the ghost how he could be nearly headless, and Sir Nicholas gave no amount of hesitation when he grabbed his hair and pulled his head off of his neck with a thin strand of skin and bone still connecting his head with his body. Most of the first-years either gasped or groaned at seeing this grotesque image, however Harry had a fascinated look on his face as he looked at the half-decapitated man. At the time, Harry began wondering if all ghosts looked like they were the exact moment they died, as he had only seen his mother, and Thaddeus’ dead sister that one time. Just then during the feast, other ghosts had floated through the Great Hall, slightly disturbing the students’ supper, and to Harry’s eyes, they each looked quite different from Sir Nicholas. Some looked like they had died horribly just before they had become ghosts while others looked quite normal except for the fact that they were dead. This was something he felt he should ask Thaddeus about, as he was the leading expert on communicating with the dead. However, Harry knew that would be awhile, as he had just arrived at Hogwarts and Thaddeus asked Harry not to write him unless absolutely necessary.
          Making his way into the common room, Harry smiled at his mother as Lily stopped talking with Sir Nicholas and noticed Harry. “Harry. Is something wrong?”
          “Can’t sleep, Mum.” Harry said truthfully, letting his anger ebb down. “Good Evening, Sir Nicholas.”
          “Good Evening, Mr. Potter.” Sir Nicholas smiled at him and nodded. “It’s quite wonderful to finally meet the son of Lily Evans and James Potter. You look very much like your father, young Potter, except for your eyes of course. Your eyes belong to your mother.”
          At hearing Sir Nicholas mention this, Harry slightly blushed and took a deep breath. He didn’t know why, but he felt embarrassed at hearing that he had his mother’s eyes. Harry loved his mother, but now he was suddenly feeling something stronger towards his mother, something he couldn’t quite describe. However, Harry pushed those feelings aside as he needed to talk with his mother.
          “Sir Nicholas, might I have a moment with my mum alone?” Harry asked sincerely.
          “Of course, Mr. Potter.” Sir Nicholas responded cheerfully. Then, to Lily. “I hope that you do consider joining us for our nightly patrols, Mrs. Potter. You are definitely a welcome addition here at Hogwarts for us.”
          “I will definitely consider it, Sir Nicholas.” Lily responded. “However, as I am bonded to my son, I will not be able to patrol the grounds very far from the tower here. I’m sorry if that’s not acceptable at the moment, but I can only be no farther than 1000 feet from where Harry is at any time.”
          “I understand, Mrs. Potter.” Sir Nicholas said, looking both at Harry and Lily. “I will speak to the Baron about this and we will arrange for you to patrol the Gryffindor side of the castle. Good Evening, Mrs. Potter and Mr. Potter.”
          Both Harry and Lily watched Sir Nicholas float away through the walls separating the Gryffindor tower from the rest of the castle. After he left, Harry couldn’t help but to ask: “Why does he need to talk to the Bloody Baron about your situation here?”
          “The Baron oversees all of the Hogwarts ghosts.” Lily explained. “Although, I don’t think it’s official. I know that the Baron mainly organizes the ghostly patrols for Dumbledore and keeps Peeves in line. When concerning Peeves, though, I think that it’s safe to say that both Dumbledore and the Baron have done a terrible job.”
          Harry smiled at this, as he remembered meeting Peeves shortly before entering Gryffindor tower. The ghost reminded Harry a lot of the two Weasley boys, Fred and George, as he floated right in front of McGonagall and magically grabbed her nose off her face. McGonagall was not amused, though, as she demanded her nose back before calling the Baron on him. Pouting a bit, Peeves returned her nose before speeding through the hallway, laughing and shouting that he got McGonagall’s conk.
          However, there was a reason for Harry to be in the common room. “Mum, I wanted to talk to you about what Dumbledore told us tonight.” Harry said to her. “Does what he said make any sense to you?”
          “Truthfully Harry, it does not.” Lily told him with a slight frown on her face. “While initially I could see Dumbledore originally having no other option than to place you in Petunia’s care when you were a baby, leaving you there when he knew you were in danger makes no sense at all.”
          “What about the fact that he knew that both Uncle Vernon and Marge are Human Supremacists?” Harry asked, sharing his mother’s frown. “I can’t believe that he wants me to stay there just for the opportunity of getting rid of them since he hasn’t done a damn thing to stop them since he found out about them.”
          “I’m afraid that you’re right about that.” Lily answered. “Dumbledore might have his reasons, and to some in the wizarding world, those reasons are valid. However, to me, and perhaps others, whatever reasons he has for letting Vernon and Marge abuse you as long as they had are not only utter nonsense, but complete bullshit!”
          Harry smirked inwardly at hearing Lily curse at Dumbledore’s actions. Hearing Lily actually cuss for the first time wasn’t something Harry was expecting from her, even though she watched his abuse at the hands of the Dursleys, she never uttered a curse word. However, there was more that Harry wanted to ask her about.
          “What about my godfather?” Harry inquired. “Do you believe what Dumbledore said about him?”
          “No, Harry.” Lily replied, her sorrow about Sirius showing on her face. “I do think Dumbledore is telling us the truth when he said that your godfather is in Azkaban, and the reason he’s in there Dumbledore may well actually believe, but I don’t believe it. You see, Sirius was a member of a Pureblood family: his mother, father, and his younger brother Regulus were all racists in regards to Muggleborn witches and wizards. In fact, the entire Black family were Pureblood bigots, leading back all the way to the beginning of their family line. Sirius was very much the ‘black sheep’ of his family. He and your father were two of a kind, both of them being forced to deal with their families Pureblood tendencies. In fact, they were both the first members of their families to be sorted into Gryffindor, much to their mothers’ chagrin. Sirius bore no hatred towards Muggles or Muggleborns, and was nearly disowned by his own mother for his beliefs. So, I can’t believe Sirius could do what Dumbledore said he did. More to the fact, I simply refuse to believe that Sirius betrayed us to Voldemort. I know in my heart that Peter Pettigrew was the one who betrayed us to Voldemort, so if Sirius did kill him, it must be because he learned of Peter’s betrayal and took it upon himself to avenge us. I can’t say for sure, Harry. I can only speculate, I’m afraid.”
          “Who is this Peter Pettigrew? I know you mentioned him before, but why was he your Secret Keeper? Why did you trust him?”
          Lily frowned even deeper at this line of questioning from her son. Harry had a right to know this, but looking back on those events, Lily herself was beginning to question why Peter was chosen, and why James and she trusted him. “Peter was one of your father’s childhood friends.” Lily explained. “Him, along with your father, Sirius, and Remus Lupin were like the ‘Four Musketeers’ of Hogwarts. They called themselves ‘Marauders’, and the four of them were the closest of friends. However, as they grew up into adulthood, it was clear to anyone that Peter was more of a follower than a friend. After Hogwarts, Peter was one of the last wizards to join Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix. After your father and I were marked for death by Voldemort and his followers, we went into hiding and created a Fidelius Charm to protect all of us. Originally, we wanted Sirius to be our Secret Keeper, but after a lengthy discussion with Dumbledore, we chose Peter instead. According to Dumbledore, Peter was the best choice since he was less likely to stand out to Voldemort and his followers, as he was just an ordinary wizard with no special traits. We agreed to this, and told Peter where we planned to enact the Fidelius. Little did we know that fate itself would intervene and cause the events of that night to happen.”
          “So, it was Dumbledore who chose him.” Harry said, taking a deep breath to control his anger. It was awhile before Harry talked again. “Why didn’t you mention this Remus Lupin as a Secret Keeper to Dumbledore?”
          “He was originally our second choice as Secret Keeper.” Lily told him. “Peter was not really in our minds as Secret Keeper. However, while we were sure of both Sirius’ and Remus’ loyalties to us, we trusted Dumbledore more. I’m sorry Harry, we were so blind in trusting Dumbledore that we never saw Voldemort coming until it was too late.”
          Harry had heard the guilt in his mother’s voice and instantly hugged her ghostly body. Lily silently teared up returning her son’s embrace, hearing him say: “It’s not your fault, Mum. It was Dumbledore and this Pettigrew fellow who betrayed us! Dumbledore for convincing you and Dad that Pettigrew could be trusted and Pettigrew for being responsible for what happened that night!”
          Lily held her son tightly for a few more moments before releasing him and locking her eyes with his. “Harry, you really need to go to bed. You’re going to have a full week starting tomorrow.” She told him. “Trust me, the schedule for your classes are hectic. It will take you some time to get used to it. But don’t worry Harry, I’ll be close by in case you need any help.”
          “Alright Mum. Can I ask one last thing?” Harry said, and after Lily nodded, he asked: “Do you know of a way to shut out Ron’s snoring? Neville and I can’t sleep with him next to us.”
          Lily chuckled loudly at hearing Harry say that, as she remembered a fellow classmate of hers that snored loudly as well. So, with a simple smile, she told him how to solve his problem. “There’s a silence charm on every bed curtain. To activate it, all you have to do is close the curtain around your bed and it should muffle out Ron’s snoring. Now Harry, off to bed.”
          “Alright Mum, Goodnight.” Harry said, giving her one last hug before turning back towards the stairs and heading back to bed. Lily watched him ascend the stairs as Harry looked back at his mother. He wanted to ask her about what happened during The Sorting, moreover why several girls and female teachers were giving him weird looks throughout the event and during the feast. He was especially curious as to why the Patil twins had stayed so close to him up until they had gotten sorted themselves. However, after dealing with Dumbledore, the weird events of The Sorting didn’t seem to be important enough to mention to his mother at that time. Anyway, he figured that whatever was going on, it would resolve itself soon enough.
          However, just before he entered his dorm room, he heard the soft sound of footsteps from the opposite side of his dorm. Turning his head to see who was running, Harry saw the back of the head of a certain bushy-haired girl running back towards her room.
          “Hermione?”

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Moments Earlier-Headmaster’s Office

          Albus Dumbledore sat in silence as he watched Lily’s and Harry’s exchange with each other through a magical mirror placed secretly in Gryffindor’s common room. As he listened, a small smile crept upon his face and chuckled quietly. Of course he knew that after the events of the earthquake several years ago, both Harry and Lily would have a difficult time in trusting him, but to tell the truth, he really didn’t need it at that time. As the Muggles would say, he was playing the long game, and it all started for him over ten years ago, after Sibyll Trelawney foretold of Voldemort’s defeat.
          Before he met who was going to be Hogwarts’ Divination Professor, Dumbledore was primarily focused on the war against the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. While the war itself was being won by Voldemort and his followers, Dumbledore was thrilled at battling another Dark Lord. To Dumbledore, fighting Dark Lords was his life’s mission: first Grindelwald, now Voldemort. Defeating Grindelwald and imprisoning him in Azkaban nearly destroyed him, both physically and mentally. Physically because the final fight they had drained him in almost every capacity, and mentally because no matter the outcome, Dumbledore still considers Grindelwald his closest friend and truest ally. The reason for this was because of the fact that they both knew since they were young that one of them would defeat the other, and even though they both knew this, they secretly maintained their friendship. Afterwards, Dumbledore received fame and recognition as he positioned himself into where he wanted to be. Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and Headmaster of Hogwarts. Many suspected that he would soon Minister of Magic, but it just didn’t appeal to him. For Dumbledore, being Minister was more about politics than power, and more about pleasing others than those who should be pleasing him. No, he was just happy being the one who could influence the Minister as Chief Warlock, and mold future Ministers as Headmaster of Hogwarts. However, prior to him becoming Headmaster, he met a strange boy in an orphanage: Tom Riddle.
          When Dumbledore first met the boy, who would become Lord Voldemort, he already saw his potential; his dark potential. Dumbledore immediately saw this as an opportunity to mold Riddle into a Dark Lord that he wanted; a Dark Lord he could battle against for the thrill of it. However, while Riddle was committed to becoming a Dark Lord, he had no intention of being Dumbledore’s pawn. He eventually grew up and became Lord Voldemort, and Dumbledore had a worthy adversary to fight. Voldemort gathered his followers, and Dumbledore assembled his, most notably James Potter and Frank Longbottom.
          Dumbledore knew that both the Potter and the Longbottom families were two of the oldest families in the wizarding world, next to the Blacks of course, and having both James and Frank on his side meant that he had the backing of both of their families as well. Having Sirius was also good, but without his family’s backing, there wasn’t much of a benefit to having Sirius in his ranks. Having Longbottom’s support wasn’t that much of a surprise, as the Longbottoms were known as forward thinkers and embraced the Muggle world within reason. The Potters were the surprise, however, as they were as Pureblooded as they came, nearly disowning James for marrying Lily, a Muggleborn witch. Fortunately, Dorea, James grandmother, realized that without another male heir, the Potter clan would die out if she did disown him. The only downside to having both James and Frank on his side was the fact that Voldemort personally marked them and their families for death, and even though Dumbledore was powerful, he was slowly losing the war and his ability to protect the Potters and the Longbottoms was being strained as it was, even with Fidelius Charms. For it was his original intention for having the Potters and the Longbottoms backing in the Wizengamot after the war. However, that was before he heard that blasted prophecy from Trelawney. After learning of the fate of this Dark Lord, Dumbledore came to only one conclusion:
          Both Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom must die.

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One Week Later-Hogwarts Grounds

          Harry and Neville were smiling and laughing as they walked to their first flying lesson, with Dean, Ron, and their new friend, Seamus Finnigan, following shortly behind them, with only Dean sharing their laughter. Ron and Seamus would have smiled and laughed as well, save for the fact that they were the reason for the others enjoyment. You see, Seamus had a bad habit of having his spells explode, and one of them was always right next to him when it happened. Ron was the first one to discover this, the first class they had; Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration Class.
          The first morning at Hogwarts for Harry was strangely fantastic as he discovered that he had a much easier time with the spells required than the other students. In fact, he seemed to master his first spell on his very first try. He and Neville walked in to Transfiguration Class right after they had breakfast in the Great Hall, and to their surprise, they walked in to a near-empty classroom, with Hermione already sitting in the front row copying notes off from the chalkboard in front of them, and a medium sized Maine Coon cat sitting on top of the teacher’s desk. As Harry and Neville sat down at the desk next to where Hermione sat, the cat looked directly at Harry and began to purr softly. Harry looked at the cat and knew that it was McGonagall. He couldn’t understand how or why he knew, he just did. Deciding not to dwell on it, Harry pulled out his quill, ink, and a blank piece of parchment and began copying the notes off of the chalkboard.
          The rest of the first-years filed in as Harry studied the notes he had written. Thanks to his lessons with both Alice and Augusta Longbottom, and with Thaddeus Flamel’s and his mother’s help, he had a basic understanding of what he was looking at. As the clock bell signaled the top of the hour and the beginning of class, several students looked around and wondered where McGonagall was. A full minute passed before Ron and Seamus bolted in the room, both of them panting heavily. As they made their way to the last empty desk in the room, Harry heard Ron say: “Can you imagine the look of Old McGonagall’s face if she saw we were late?”
          At that point, the Maine Coon cat leapt off of the teacher’s desk and in mid-air transformed to Professor Minerva McGonagall, looking sternly at both Ron and Seamus. Most of the students gasped at the sight of McGonagall standing before them, Ron and Seamus included. Another moment passed and Ron exclaimed: “That was bloody brilliant.”
          McGonagall warned Ron and Seamus to be on time next time, or she might be tempted to turn one of them into a pocket watch. After they took their seats, McGonagall took roll call and gave the class a brief explanation of what they would be learning this year. After that, she passed out a match to each student, and instructed them how to turn them into a needle. She then waved her wand in a specific fashion and turned the match on her desk into a sharp, silver needle before nodding to her students to begin the spell. Following McGonagall’s wand movements with his wand, Harry casted his spell on the match and instantly turned it into a perfect needle. McGonagall stared wide-eyed at Harry after she saw him complete his assignment on the first try.
          “Excellent, Mr. Potter!” McGonagall exclaimed after a moment. “No one has ever been able to do a transfiguration spell on their first try. Not even…”
          An explosion sounded and everyone turned to the direction of the sound, which was directly behind Hermione. What they saw was both Seamus and Ron covered in black soot and slightly burned in several places and a burnt hole where Seamus’ match used to be. Half the classroom laughed as they saw the embarrassed look on Seamus’ face. Of course, no one knew that Seamus was going to have a problem with learning spells when every time he tried, he blew something up. That’s not to say that he didn’t eventually get better with his spells, he just had a bad habit of blowing stuff up first.
          The rest of Harry’s first week showed the same easiness with his ability to learn spells as he mastered any spell he was given on the first try. As a matter of fact, with the exception of three subjects, Harry was clearly better than the rest of his fellow classmates. The exceptions were Hermione being top in History of Magic, where a ghost named Professor Binns actually taught, Neville being top in Herbiology, where a short, stubby woman named Professor Sprout taught, and Potions, where as far as Harry knew, Professor Snape had no top student in.
Harry frowned at thinking about his first Potions class with the man, as he was already aware of the fact that his mother and Snape were once friends. However, Snape showed no sympathy towards Harry at being Lily’s son. In fact, he tried to catch Harry off guard by asking him questions that no first-year would know, unless of course you were Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, or Hermione Granger.
“Tell me, Potter, what would I get if I added powder root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” Snape asked him, standing right in front of his desk looking menacingly down at him. Between him, Hermione and Neville raised their arms up, with Hermione practically shooting her arm up while Neville slowly raised his in fear at the Potions Master.
However, Harry smiled as Lily actually helped him with his Potions textbook prior to starting Hogwarts. “Asphodel and wormwood make a powerful sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death, sir.”
“Correct, Potter. I see that having your mother floating around has some benefit for you.” Snape said to him, glaring down at him even harder. “Let’s try this: where you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?”
Both Hermione and Neville kept their arms raised, but Harry knew this answer too, thanks to Thaddeus giving him and Neville one each. “A bezoar is a stone that is taken from a stomach of a goat and can be used to cure most poisons, sir.” Harry answered, still smiling at the Potions Master.
“Correct again, Potter.” Snape almost sneered at Harry’s answer, but decided to ask him one more question. “Tell me, Potter, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?”
“None, sir.” Harry said simply, thanking his Aunt Petunia for that one as he often helped her in her garden. “They’re the same plant, which is also known as aconite.”
“Correct, Potter.” Snape grunted and finally looked at both Hermione and Neville. “Put your hands down, both of you! As for the rest of you, why aren’t you writing this information down?”
As much as Harry showed Snape how prepared he was, it didn’t seem to matter. It was clear to Harry from that moment that the man hated him for some reason, and even if he knew how to make a potion correctly, Snape would only give him an acceptable grade and claimed it was because of Harry’s mother that he was so good. Harry had to wonder what the man was so angry about all the time, especially if he and Lily were friends at one point. However, no matter how much Harry tried that week, Snape didn’t want to reciprocate.
Harry, Neville, Dean, Ron, and Seamus all arrived at their afternoon class for the day. When they showed up, they saw two rows of old, wooden brooms on either side of a large field of grass. The five Gryffindor boys all lined up next to each broom as the Gryffindor girls, led by Hermione, did the same. A few moments later, the Slytherins, led by Malfoy, all took their places on the opposite side of where the Gryffindors stood. Harry instantly frowned upon seeing Malfoy’s smug smile and had a sudden urge to wipe it off of his face. However, Professor Hooch, who preferred to be called Madam Hooch, walked towards the class and nodded her greeting to each student. She stopped when she saw Harry and turned to face him.
“Good afternoon, Harry.” Madam Hooch smiled uncharacteristically and Harry saw her eyes twinkle. “I’ve heard from Minerva that you are a natural with your wand. I hope you are also a natural with a broom, much like your father once was.”
“Thank you, Madam Hooch.” Harry replied uncomfortably, trying to turn his head to avoid the older woman’s stare.
Madam Hooch finally went to the front of the group in between the two groups and began the class.
“Welcome to your first flying lesion.” Hooch said, her face returning to her natural composer. “Well, what are you waiting for? Place your right hand over your broom and say ‘Up’.”
“Up!” Everyone shouted.
Harry’s broom jumped up into his hand right away, followed closely by Malfoy. Several other Gryffindors and Slytherins took a few more tries after Hooch told them to put feeling into it before they had their brooms in their hands. Ron, Hermione, and Neville were the last ones to finally get their brooms, with Ron’s actually hitting him in the face before finally getting it into his hand.
“Excellent, I see Mr. Potter had his broom first, so I award five points to Gryffindor on his behalf.” Hooch smiled at Harry again for a moment before returning to her lesion. “Now, everyone mount their brooms. Good, now when I blow my whistle, I want everyone to kick off the ground hard. Then you hover for a moment, before lean forward slightly and touch back down safely. On my whistle, three…two…one…”
Hooch blew her whistle and before anyone had a chance to kick off of the ground, Neville shot up into the air with no control of his broom. Harry worriedly shouted at his god-brother as Neville uncontrollably flew around all over directly above the class. Hooch tried to use her wand to get control of Neville’s broom, but she was unsuccessful as she couldn’t get a direct shot of it. Harry wanted to do something, but all of the magic he knew so far couldn’t him Neville. Neville suddenly crashed into the castle wall several times and then uncontrollably took a sudden nose-dive, straight towards Harry.
“Harry, move! I can’t control it!” Neville shouted at Harry as Harry dove out of the way as quick as he could. He successfully dodged the broom, but as he got back up, he saw that Neville’s broom did a complete 180 and dove straight after Harry again.
“Jump, Mr. Longbottom! I’ll catch you!” Hooch shouted as Neville flew fast towards the group. “Harry, stand clear. That broom is bewitched!”
Harry nodded and tried his best to move with the group that suddenly swarmed around Harry, most of them female. As for Neville, he jumped off as soon as he was close enough to Hooch and low enough to the ground. At that point, Neville groaned in mid-air and a very strong and powerful gust of wind blew everyone off the ground and held everybody a few feet in the air, Hooch included. Neville looked around frightened at what was happening, for he knew that he was the one doing it. A few moments later, the wind died down and everyone landed softly back on their feet with the exception of Neville, who somehow managed to fall onto his right hand with a loud crack.
“Oh my, a broken wrist.” Hooch said, lifting Neville up to his feet. She then looked to everyone there and said: “Everyone will stay on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing. Understand? And until we know what just happened with Mr. Longbottom, please keep it to yourselves. I’m sure Professor Dumbledore will have an explanation for what just happened to Mr. Longbottom.”
As Madam Hooch walked Neville into the castle, Harry frowned intently at hearing Dumbledore giving them an explanation for what happened to Neville. However, while Harry was watching Hooch lead his god-brother away, he heard Malfoy and his two goons laugh loudly.
“Did you see the way he landed?” Malfoy laughed loudly as he tossed a large round glass ball in his hand. “I bet if Longbottom remembered to give this a squeeze, he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass.”
Harry looked closely at what Malfoy was holding and instantly recognized it as Neville’s Remembrall, which Harry knew that Neville had just gotten in the mail from his grandmother earlier that day. Harry got right into Malfoy’s face in that instant and glared right into his eyes.
“Give it here, Malfoy, or I’ll make you regret it.” Harry told him.
“No, I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.” Malfoy responded, taking his broom and gliding away from Harry in expert fashion. When he flew to about two or three hundred feet in the air, he shouted back down to Harry. “You want it Potter, come and get it!”
At that, Malfoy threw it as far as he could towards the Forbidden Forest with a harsh laugh at Harry expense. However, at the moment that the Remembrall was in the air, Harry had already mounted his broom and took off after it. Harry sped through the air as he raced for Neville’s Remembrall and right before it dropped into the tree line of the forest, Harry snatched it up and brought it back to the ground where his fellow Gryffindors, as well as several Slytherins were cheering him. Harry wanted to smile, but as he touched the ground, his one thought was to punch Malfoy in the face.
“Harry Potter!”
Harry and the rest of the class turned to Professor McGonagall who frowned intently at what had just transpired. Harry knew at that point that he was in trouble.
“Follow me, Mr. Potter.” She said sternly to Harry. Harry complied, with his head down and began to follow McGonagall back to the castle. Before, they left, though, she turned back towards Malfoy and said: “Don’t think I didn’t see you in the air either, Mr. Malfoy. I’ll be taking ten points from Slytherin for disobeying Madam Hooch. I’ll also be talking to Professor Snape about your serious lack of morals.”
As Harry walked back to the castle, a smile crept onto his face.

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Several minutes later- Hogwarts Castle

          “That was complete reckless, Harry!” Lily said to her son as she followed McGonagall and Harry towards their unknown destination. “While I’m proud of you for defending Neville, flying a broom without proper supervision is dangerous.”
          Although Harry wanted to respond, knowing that Lily was watching the class from a nearby window, he knew that his mother was worried. However, McGonagall spoke up on Harry’s behalf.
          “Please calm yourself, Lily.” McGonagall stopped walking for a moment and turned to face her. “I am not going to punish your son. All he did was defend his friend and god-brother from being ridiculed. He may have broken the rules to do so, but his intention was honorable.”
          “Then where are we going?” Lily couldn’t help but wonder.
          “We’re going to see a fellow Gryffindor about something very important concerning your son.” McGonagall smiled and started walking again.
          Both Harry and Lily looked at each other quizzingly as they followed McGonagall towards their destination, which after a moment, they realized that they were heading for Charms class, which a short wizard named Professor Flitwick taught. McGonagall opened the door and stepped into the class for a moment. “Excuse me, Filius, but can I borrow Wood for a moment?”
          After a moment, McGonagall stepped out of the class and waited as a burly fifth-year boy walked out of the classroom and looked at Harry and Lily. With a nod to all three of them, McGonagall, led them to an empty classroom inside and motioned for Wood and Harry to enter. “If you don’t mind, Lily, would you wait out here for a moment?”
          Lily nodded, uncertain as to what was going on, although she had a vague idea. After McGonagall shut the door, she looked back at Wood and with a sudden delight in her voice, said: “Wood, I have found us a Seeker.”
          Wood looked at Harry and smiled widely, grabbing and shaking his hand energetically. “Nice to meet you, finally. I’m Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team as well as team Chaser.”
          “Thank You.” Harry replied after Wood released his hand and returned his smile. “Can I ask a question: What is Quidditch? I’ve heard it mentioned once or twice, but I’ve never seen a game.”
          “Not to worry, Harry.” McGonagall said to him. “Wood will explain it all to you during your first Quidditch practice. I must say, after seeing you catch that Remembrall just before it got lost to the forest, I knew you were right for our team. Your speed on a regular broom is fantastic, and your ability to see a small object from far away is perfect for what we need. Now, Wood, would you mind if I talk to Harry alone for a bit. You can go back to class now.”
          “Not at all, Professor.” Wood said, still smiling at Harry. “Harry, I’ll meet you in the Great Hall during dinner and we can hash out what you need to know in regards to training.”
          Harry said goodbye to Wood after he once again shook Harry’s hand energetically before Wood left McGonagall and Harry alone.
          “Now, Harry.” McGonagall smiled at Harry a bit wider than normal. “I remembered what you asked me about individual rewards, and I have been giving that some thought, especially after I saw what you were willing to do for your god-brother.”
          “I don’t understand, Professor.” Harry frowned, a little scared of what was happening at that moment. “Even though I recovered Neville’s Remembrall, I still broke a rule in doing so. I shouldn’t be rewarded for that.”
          “True, Harry, but as you were not the main culprit behind the incident, I see no reason to punish you.” McGonagall told him as she pulled out her wand from her robes. “However, if I give you points after I deducted points from Mr. Malfoy, then Professors Dumbledore and Snape would argue that I would be showing favoritism to you. So, I have decided to do several small things for you to reward you for your compassion and courage. The first one will be that any time when we are alone, you can call me Minerva. Can you do that, Harry?”
          “Yes, ma…err, I mean Minerva.” Harry replied, still not sure as to what was happening.
          “Good, now the second thing you must not reveal to anybody, especially your mother. Understand?” McGonagall dropped her smile a bit and looked intently at the young boy. After Harry nodded, she continued, waving her wand around her body in specific fashion. “Now, the truth for many of us witches and wizards is that our aging slows dramatically at a certain point in our adult lives. So many of us, teachers especially, use magical glamours to hide our real appearance from others. Nobody in several decades has seen the real me, not even Professor Dumbledore.”
          As she finished waving her wand, her appearance changed into a thirty-something woman with a tremendous figure, with long brown hair that actually flowed down her shoulders, not pinned up, radiant green eyes that sparkled with intensity, and lush red lips that were puckering at Harry as he looked at her stunned at the vision walking towards him. McGonagall stopped right in front of Harry and kneeled down a bit to face him.
          “Well, Harry, do you like what you see?” She said, no longer smiling, but showing Harry an emotion that he was now feeling. All Harry could do was nod, and McGonagall stood up straight and took one step back. “Well, my second thing is not yet done, Harry, as since I said you get to see me, and so you shall.”
          At that, McGonagall began disrobing herself right in front of the eleven-year-old wizard. As she slowly did so, Harry watched her with an open mouth and his hands moving towards his crotch area. He watched as she undid her large green robe and even brighter green dress revealing her semi-tan skin, her C cup breasts, and a completely shaved pussy. When she had finished she took a step back towards Harry and bent down on one knee with her face about an inch away from Harry’s.
          “Now, before you leave, Harry.” McGonagall said, slightly licking her lips. “There is one last thing I want to do for you, but I must remind you that you can’t tell anybody. Is that clear?”
          “Yes, Minerva.” Harry finally breathlessly said as he found his voice.
          She then placed her lips onto Harry’s and placed her hands into his hair. Harry instinctively returned the motion and grabbed the back of McGonagall’s head, closing his eyes as he did so. Feeling this, she opened her mouth a bit and slid her tongue against Harry’s small lips. She gently pressed against them, slowly forcing them to open as she pushed her tongue into Harry’s mouth. She moved it around a bit before finally pulling back her kiss and shakenly stood back up.
          “Now, Harry, why don’t you head to the Hospital Wing and check on Neville.” McGonagall said breathlessly. “I’ll clear it with Madam Hooch for you.”
          “Thank you, Minerva.” Harry said after a long few moments. Harry stumbled slowly for the classroom door, keeping his eyes locked on the naked figure of Minerva McGonagall. As he exited the classroom, he saw McGonagall grab her clothes and proceeded to get dressed. However, what they didn’t know was that for the last few minutes, Lily had seen everything.

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