Year 2 Begins

AN: "Sorry for not updating any of my stories in a long time but I kind of hit a writer's block on them all. Hopefully now that I've updated this one and my Rambo crossover I have my 'groove' back. I hope you can all forgive me the long wait and continue to enjoy this story.

AN2: I seem to always forget this but I own nothing but the plot and any OC's, everything belongs to J.K.R. Warning, Harry gets darker in the beginning of this chapter.

Year 2 Begins

Vernon Dursley was a big, beefy man with a large purple face, thick, dark hair, a bushy black moustache, with hardly any neck and small, mean blue eyes. He was the director of Grunnings, a drill manufacturing company. He was also in a very bad mood as he had been unable to secure a large contract with newly established builders, who were putting up houses and other buildings all over the country. The contract would have been around 20 thousand pounds for his company and a big fat pay check for Vernon. But no the builders had chosen to go with some other drill company, meaning no big fat contract for Grunnings, which meant no big fat pay check for Vernon. This put Vernon in a bad mood after having to listen to his boss moan and moan for two hours straight.

Grumbling to himself as he got in his car, ready to drive home after a hard day's work, he never saw the tip of a wand pointing at him from the back seat, suspended seemingly in midair, nor did he hear the whispered 'Imperio.'

As he sat there in the driver's seat, he suddenly felt the most wonderful feeling. He felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in his head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He sat there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of where he was.

And then he heard a faint whisper in the back of his empty mind, "Drive to the bank… Empty out your bank and savings accounts…" Nodding to himself and not questioning the voice, Vernon started the car and began the journey across town to the bank.

An hour later, Vernon exited the bank and got back into his car with just over sixty thousand pounds in the briefcase he used for work, which he placed into the back seat of the car before turning to drive out of the car park, never noticing the briefcase seemingly vanish into thin air.

"Drive home…" whispered the voice in the back of his mind. 20 minutes later, Vernon pulled into his driveway and turned off the engine. "Go into the garage and get your hunting shotgun make sure it is loaded, ignore anyone who speaks to you, and then come back to the car." The voice whispered once the engine had been turned off.

Five minutes later, Vernon was back in the car with the shotgun laid across his lap. "Drive to the woods on the edge of town." 20 minutes later, Vernon pulled the car to a stop just on the outskirts of Little Whinging forest, still not questioning the voice or what he was doing.

"Get out of the car, walk into the woods, and keep walking until you reach the heart of the woods, when you reach the heart of the woods, put the barrel of the shotgun in your mouth and pull the trigger." The voice whispered its final instruction in the back of Vernon's mind. Still not questioning the voice, Vernon got out of the car and began walking into the woods, shotgun in hand.

Meanwhile, in the back seat of the car, Harry James Potter took off his invisibility cloak a smirk on his face; he got out of the car with Vernon's briefcase full of money and his cloak in hand. He watched as his unclewalked off into the woods. As he watched the large man walk away, he thought of all the beatings and staving days he had suffered at that mans hands and now with all the money Vernon had, now in his possession and his uncle's death moments away, he knew the two of them were about to become even. Harry's revenge was about to fulfilled. His revenge on his aunt Petunia would be her been broke and having to live the rest of her life without her beloved husband; his revenge on Dudley would be the fat little shit having to attend public school from now on and living the rest of his life without his father.

"Not all revenge has to be physical, mental revenge is also brilliant." Harry thought as he turned back to the car pulling out his wand and pointing it at the back window of the car.

"Reducto." The muttered curse hit the window shattering the glass easily. The window broken, Harry pulled a tiny petrol can from his pants pocket, which he enlarged to its original size with a muttered spell. He then began pouring petrol all over the inside of the car, completely saturating all the seats, the floor and boot of the car until the petrol can was empty, he threw the empty can into the back of the car before he walked to the boot of the car so he was standing in front of the window he had smashed.

Picking up the briefcase and his invisibility cloak from where he had placed them after smashing the window, he held them both in one hand while his other hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a silver petrol lighter. He flipped open the lid and lit the lighter, he then waited a moment listening. Moments later he heard it.

It was the loud unmistakable sound of a gun been fired. At the same time of the sound, Harry felt the link connecting his mind to Vernon Dursley's mind sever as the large man's life ended.

"Now we're even." Harry muttered as he threw the lit lighter into the boot of the car. Seconds later the car was a huge burning inferno as Harry reached up and grasped the necklace he had bought before the beginning of his first year and which Albus Dumbledore had enchanted to be a reusable Port-key set to take him to the edge of the wards around the Davis family home.

"Activate." And seconds later, Harry Potter vanished into thin air as the car continued to burn. It would be another ten minutes before the fire brigade arrived on the scene to put out the burning car. The Body of Vernon Stanley Dursley would be found the next afternoon by a man walking his two dogs through the woods, it would be three days after that, that his body would be identified and his wife and son informed. There would be no inquirers into his death as the police found the gun and ruled it as suicide after checking and only finding Vernon's fingerprints. It would be two weeks after Vernon's death when she received her monthly bank statement that Petunia Dursley would find out that she was broke and penniless. A week after that, Marjorie "Marge" Dursley would be found dead in the living room of her home in Kent, the large woman seemed to be in perfectly healthy, apart from the fact that she was dead; her bank account had also been completely emptied of its 20 thousand pounds two days before her death.

At the tender age of 12 years old Harry Potter had become a cold bloodied killer with three names hanging from his kill-belt, Quirinus Quirrell, Vernon Dursley and now Marjorie Dursley.

Three weeks later (3 weeks after Vernon's death that is)

Harry sat in the living room of the Davis family home playing chess with Tracy as Daphne watched on. Michael Davis sat in his favourite recliner chair reading the Daily Prophet and sipping a glass of port after his evening meal and Annabel Davis sat watching her favourite soap operas on the television.

"You're move Harry." Tracy said after making her move and smiling up at Harry thinking she finally had him this time.

Harry frowned down at the chessboard, Tracy nearly had him beat, and in fact she would win on her next move if he made a mistake. And then he saw it, the move that would allow him to win and keep his undefeated streak going against both Tracy and Daphne. He looked up at the two girls and smirked in triumph.

"Oh no." Muttered Daphne knowing exactly why Harry was smirking. She watched as Harry picked up his black piece; they were playing Muggle chess meaning they had to move the pieces themselves unlike with wizard's chess, which all three of them preferred. Both Harry and Tracy were down to their last three pieces each.

"Check and mate." Harry grinned as his king took Tracy's king to the girls' everlasting irritation.

"We've been playing chess against you all summer and you've won every game." Tracy grumbled as she sat back on her chair with a huff and her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yeh, can't you let one of us win at least one game against you." Daphne said as she too sat back in her chair.

"If I let you win you can't improve your game and won't get better, so really if I let you win I will be doing you a disservice." Harry replied with a grin as he took a gulp of his drink.

"Oh shut up Potter." Tracy grumbled at him causing Harry to laugh lightly. Before any of them could say anything further Michael interrupted them with a coughing fit.

"Are you ok dear?" Annabel asked as she looked away from the T.V to look at her husband in concern.

"Yes." Michael chocked out after managing to get himself under control. "It's just this article in the paper caught me by complete surprise is all." He explained motioning towards the paper.

"What does it say Daddy?" Tracy asked as she picked up her drink and took a swig.

"Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived made two considerable donations today. Mr. Potter, age 12, donated ten thousand galleons to the Ministry of Magic DMLE general fund, giving the check to DMLE head, Madam Amelia Bones herself. Mr. Potter stated that the Auror's and Hit-wizard's are very important to catching dark witches and wizards in our world and he felt that donating a 'few' galleons too the DMLE fund was his contribution to helping in the capture of the Dark people until he was old enough to get involved himself one day should he desire to take a job as an Auror or a Hit-wizard.

"I would like to thank Harry Potter for his very generous donation and assure him and the rest of the Wizarding world that his money will indeed go to helping capture Dark and Dangerous witches and wizards." Madam Bones said in a brief statement to the Prophet.

If that was not enough, after he left the Ministry building Harry Potter made his way to ST. Mungo's hospital for magical maladies and injuries where he made his way to the office of the head of the children's ward of the Hospital where he made a donation of fifteen thousand galleons stating that as the future of our world, these young witches and wizards who are sick or injured need the very best treatment money can buy and that he was just doing his bit to help them all get better.

"I wish all the children of the hospital speedy recoveries and I shall be back to see them all at Christmas with presents for them all." Mr. Potter told a junior reporter as he left the hospital after speaking with each and every young witch or wizard who was in hospital at the time of his visit.

"Harry Potter proved today to have a heart of gold and is a role model for young witches and wizards and some of the older ones to look up too." Jacob Bradley, head of the children's ward at ST. Mungo's spoke with a large smile on his face as he waved Mr. Potter away after the boy had finished visiting the children of the hospital.

We here at the Prophet would like to applaud Mr. Potter's generosity and selflessness. We are also happy to announce that Mr. Potter has agreed to allow us to continue writing about him as he stated that he had no grudge against the Prophet just with the scandalous lies written by Ms. Rita Skeeter at the beginning of his first year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. In which Ms. Skeeter accused Mr. Potter of been the new Dark Lord after Mr. Potter was sorted into Slytherin house, which resulted in Mr. Potter taking legal action against the Prophet after the vicious insult to "show the world he will not lie down and take such insults and lies lying down."

"You donated 25 thousand galleons in one day." Tracy whispered in shock as she stared at Harry in disbelief.

"Yes." Harry replied simply with a slight smirk on his face.

"Why?" Daphne asked wondering why anybody would donate so much money to anyone or anything.

"Respect." Harry answered simply.

"Respect." Annabel repeated with slight confusion on her face.

"Yes, Lucius Malfoy for all his faults is a well respected man of our society, why, because he is seen talking with the right people and giving to charity plus he has invested in various businesses and made quite the fortune and people respect him for that." Harry explained with a grin.

"Yes but Malfoy always asks for favours before or after he has donated money." Michael said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Exactly and people will notice that he does that but they will notice that when I donate money to whatever fund or charity I didn't ask for any favours and they will respect me more for that and because I'm also seen speaking to the right people." Harry explained with a grin.

"So you've been speaking to the right people?" Tracy asked.

"Yes, today when Madam Bones thanked me for my donation there were quite a few Auror's and Ministry workers around and I turned a quick thank you into a half hour talk just by asking one question, people took notice of the long talk between us noting that Madam Bones spoke to me like an equal and not a child and people who saw that would have been wagging their tongues all day telling their friends, thus I'm known for talking with the right people." Harry explained smiling widely.

"So that's why you spent an hour taking with Minister Fudge in Diagon Alley last week." Daphne said in dawning comprehension.

"Exactly and hundreds of people would have heard what we were talking about and the fact that I'm on first name basis with the Minister for Magic and they will respect me for that." Harry agreed with a nod and a smile.

"Ah I see now, you take over as head of your family when you turn 15 and you have a seat in the Wizengamot, if you have respect now, when you enter politics people will be willing to listen to you speak and will hear out your views." Michael said with a large grin on his face.

"Exactly, people will treat me as a peer and not a 15 year old boy." Harry grinned and Michael laughed at his sly cunning.

"You cunning little snake, no wonder you were put in Slytherin so fast." Tracy laughed getting laughs from everyone in the room.

"Yes and when we return to Hogwarts and it gets out that I'm the apprentice to duelling -master, 5 time world Duelling champion, Charms master, high-Sorcerer and Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Master Filius Flitwick, people will respect me even more." Harry said grinning from ear to ear and rubbing his hands together like a mad Muggle scientist.

"Your Flitwick's apprentice, rumours are flying all around the Ministry that Filius had agreed to take on his first ever apprentice." Michael said in awe as people had been trying for years to get Flitwick to take them on as his apprentice.

"Yes, after I told him that I've mastered all the charms spells up to the end of 3rd year he said that I reminded him of himself when he was my age and mastering spells two years before I would be taught them." Harry explained with a grin at their shocked faces.

"You've already mastered the 2nd and 3rd year charms?" Annabel asked with pride in her voice and in her eyes as she smiled at Harry who smiled back.

"Yep, along with the second year DADA and Transfiguration spells." Harry grinned proudly at all he had been able to accomplish in one summer. He had enacted his revenge against his so-called relatives, began gaining respect from the Ministry and public, mastered spells well before he would be taught them and he had managed to become Flitwick's first ever apprentice.

"Well I may not have known them very well but I can say without doubt that you're mother and father would be very proud of you and the man you are becoming." Michael said with pride shining on his face.

"Thank you Michael, that means a lot." Harry replied sincerely as he smiled at those around him in the room. That was another thing, ever since he had officially been adopted by Michael and Annabel and become a member of the Davis family; he had been smiling a lot more and was no longer cold towards people. Well except people like the Malfoy men but then slime balls like those deserved to be treated with a cold glare or a complete snub, showing that he did not think that they were worthy of his time.

"Well I think I'm going to climb in." Harry said as he stood from his seat stretching and yawning. "Night all."

Goodnight Harry." Everyone called as he headed out the living room door and up the stairs.

"Well what do you think of all that then?" Michael asked Annabel with a grin.

"I think that one day he's going to be bigger than Dumbledore the way he's going." Annabel replied with a smile on her face.

"That's our boy for you." Daphne said with a smile as she stood up. "Well I'm off to bed as well, night." She too left the room after the three Davis's had wished her goodnight.

"Oh I can't wait to see Malfoy's and Weasleys faces when they hear that my brother is Flitwick's apprentice." Tracy said with glee and a large smile on her face.

"Why." Annabel asked her daughter with a smile.

"Because Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley both fancy themselves as Harry's rival but they're going to realise that Harry is leagues ahead of them and they don't stand a chance of even comparing to him." Tracy explained with a laugh before she too headed off to bed leaving her parents to some alone time.

Harry closed the door to his bedroom, and turned to collapse on his bed for a bit of reading before he went to sleep. The trouble was there was already someone sitting on it.

Harry managed not to shout out, but it was a close thing. The little creature on the bed had large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls. Harry knew instantly that this was a house-elf, having met the Davis family elf, Daisy.

As they stared at each other, Harry heard Daphne's bedroom door close across the hallway.

The creature slipped off the bed and bowed so low that the end of its long, thin nose touched the carpet. Harry noticed that it was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm- and leg-holes. Nothing like Daisy's uniform of black skirt, white blouse and black shoes.

"Hello." Harry spoke breaking the silence figuring that he may as well be polite since the elf had not been rude to him nor had the elf tried to attack him in any way.

"Harry Potter!" said the creature in a high-pitched voice. "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir... Such an honour it is…"

"Thank you," said Harry, crossing his room and sinking into his desk chair, next to Hedwig, who was asleep in her large cage. "Who are you?" he asked after a moment.

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," said the elf, Dobby.

"Nice too meet you, is there any particular reason you're here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir... it is difficult, sir... Dobby wonders where to begin..."

"Sit down and start at the beginning that's usually the best place to begin." Harry said with a grin.

To his shock, the elf burst into tears.

"S-sit down!" he wailed. "Never ... never ever..."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to offend you or anything-"

"Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal-"

"You can't have met many decent wizards," said Harry grinned, trying to cheer him up.

Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"What are you doing, you physco?" Harry hissed, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed - Hedwig had woken up with a particularly loud screech and was beating her wings wildly against the bars of her cage.

"Dobby had to punish himself, sir," said the elf, which had gone slightly cross-eyed. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir..."

"Does your family know you're here? Harry asked trying not to laugh at the cross-eyed elf.

"Oh, no, sir, no... Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir-"

"Bastards." Harry muttered in disgust at the thought of what this elf must go through daily. "Just like I used too with the damned Dursley's." he thought in anger.

"Anything I can do to help." He asked the elf knowing there was not really but it never hurt to ask and be polite.

"Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby... Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew..."

"I'm not that great." Harry said with a small smile. "Not yet at least." He thought to himself but he did not voice this, as he did not wish to sound bigheaded even to an elf.

"Harry Potter is humble and modest," said Dobby reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. "Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-"

"Voldemort." Harry said automatically as he did whenever anyone began all this You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named crap.

Dobby clapped his hands over his bat ears and moaned, "Ah, speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name!"

"Sorry." He was not but again it never hurt to be polite.

"Dobby heard tell," He said hoarsely, "that Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time just weeks ago... that Harry Potter escaped yet again."

"No, Voldemort escaped not me, I handed him his ass before he fled like the coward that he is." Harry said fiercely, he hated how everyone assumed that he had done the escaping, when it was Voldemort who had been at Harry's feet screaming his heart out in pain.

"Ah, sir," he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he was wearing. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later... Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

"What, but I've got to go back term starts in two weeks and I'm going to be Flitwick's apprentice, how can I do that if I don't go back to school." Harry said trying to reason with the small elf.

"No, no, no," squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. "Harry Potter must stay where he is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger."

"Why?" said Harry in surprise.

"There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"

"Sod been too important and cowering under my bed safe and sound, if there plot to make terrible things happen, then I'll be damned if let my sister face them alone." Harry hissed eyes flashing. The Davis family was the most decent thing to happen to him since he was left with the Dursley's all those years ago and he'd be damned if he'd allow anything to happen to Tracy or Daphne.

"No Harry Potter must not put himself in danger this time." Dobby said frantically.

"Who's plotting these things?" Harry asked ignoring Dobby's last statement. "Is it Voldemort?"

"Not - not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir-"

But Dobby's eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give Harry a hint.

"It is Voldemort but the elf can't say, probably been forbidden from doing so but not from giving hints." Harry thought to himself after staring intently into the elf's pleading eyes.

"Sorry Dobby but I'm going back to Hogwarts." Harry said firmly staring down the elf.

"Dobby will be stopping you." Dobby said with a sad smile before he vanished with a soft pop.

"Crazy bloody elf." Harry muttered as he dropped onto his bed with a sigh and reached over for his book on a guide to becoming an Ancient Runes master book one. There were fifteen guidebooks to becoming a master. The first book just explained runes and how and what they were used for, the rest of the books began the practical aspect of the subject.

Kings Cross two weeks later

Harry, the Davis's and Greengrass family arrived at Kings Cross at ten-to-eleven on September 1st. this was Harry's first time getting to platform 9 ¾ this way as last year he had Floo'd from the Leaky Cauldron. Upon hearing this, Patricia and Annabel insisted that they go through the barrier as they felt that it was a rite-of-passage that Harry had missed last year.

"Ok Harry, all you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10." Michael explained to him as they came upon the platforms.

"Sounds simple enough." Harry nodded as he looked at the barrier separating the two platforms.

"It is." Annabel agreed as she smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder gently.

"We'll all go first, so you can watch." Alexander said with a grin as he guided Daphne's trolley towards the barrier with Daphne walking beside him. A second later, the two vanished through the seemingly solid wall.

"See simple." Patricia grinned at him before she and Astoria followed Alex and Daphne through the wall.

"Well, see you on the other side." Tracy smiled as she set off towards the barrier with her mother and father. Annabel looked back at him and Harry nodded that he was ok to walk through on his own; she nodded back before the three of them also vanished.

"Piece of piss." Harry muttered to himself as he began to walk towards the barrier separating the two platforms. However when his trolley reached the barrier it stopped instead of going through like the other trolleys.

Frowning Harry placed his hand on the barrier. It was solid brick; the barrier had closed itself to him. "Just my luck." He muttered as he continued to push against the wall but nothing happened, the wall remained solid.

"What are doing standing there Potter, not going onto the platform." A voice asked from behind him. Turning round Harry spotted Ronald Weasley and Seamus Finnigan coming towards him.

"The barriers shut itself." Harry replied turning back to the wall.

"Why has the barrier closed itself it's only five-to-eleven?" Finnigan asked him but Weasley spoke up.

"He's a slimy Slytherin, he's lying to try and make us late getting onto the platform." Weasley said as he glared at Harry.

"I'm lying am I; alright you go right ahead and onto the platform then." Harry spat at the redhead as he moved himself and his trolley out of the way of the barrier.

"I will." Weasley glared at him before he began running towards the barrier. Seamus Finnigan was about to follow him until he spotted Harry's gleefully grinning face as he watched Ron get closer and closer to the barrier.

CRASH.

Weasleys trolley hit the solid barrier with a sickening crunch and bounced backward; His trunk fell off the trolley and he crashed to the floor hard.

"Are you alright Ron?" Seamus asked the redhead trying to ignore Harry who was now howling with laughter and slapping his knees as he bent over from laughing so hard.

"Yeh I'm alright." Ron said with a grunt as he got up off the floor. "Will you stop laughing." He glared at Harry who was only just getting himself under control.

"Well I told you it had closed itself." Harry smirked at him.

"Why can't we get through?" Seamus asked them both but Ron answered as Harry had turned to study the barrier.

"I dunno-"

Ron looked wildly around. A dozen curious people were watching them.

"We're going to miss the train," Ron whispered. "I don't understand why the gateways sealed itself-"

Seamus looked up at the giant clock with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Ten seconds... nine seconds...

He wheeled his trolley forward cautiously until it was right against the barrier and pushed with all his might. The metal remained solid.

Three seconds... two seconds... one second...

"It's gone," said Ron, sounding stunned. "The train's left, What if Mum and Dad can't get back through to us? Have you got any Muggle money?"

"No." Seamus replied he was about to ask Harry but he doubted that Harry would help them even if he did have some Muggle money on him. He was right to doubt, Harry would not have helped them with the way Weasley have treated him all last year.

Ron pressed his ear to the cold barrier.

"Can't hear a thing," he said tensely, "What're we going to do? I don't know how long it'll take Mum and Dad to get back to us."

"I think we'd better go and wait by the car," said Seamus.

"Seamus." Said Ron, his eyes gleaming. "The car!"

"What about it?"

"We can fly the car to Hogwarts!"

"But I thought-"

"We're stuck, right? And we have to get to school, haven't we? And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if it's a real emergency, section nineteen or something of the Restriction of Thingy-"

"Can you fly it?" Seamus asked his panic turning to excitement.

"You two are going to fly a car to Hogwarts?" Harry asked turning to look at them in disbelief.

"Yeh it'll be easy, want to come with us?" Weasley asked him in a fit of happiness.

"No you bloody idiot, do you realise how much trouble you'd be in if the Ministry found out, not to mention Muggle's will see you." Harry said as though he was talking to a slow in the head 5 year old.

"Well sod you then, come on Seamus." Ron said and with that, Weasley and Finnigan left the station with excited springs in their steps both envisioning a grand entrance where everyone stared at them jealously.

"Morons." Harry muttered to himself as he pulled his trolley over to a bench and sat down after pulling parchment and a Muggle pen from his trunk. He wrote a quick letter to his head of house; explaining his situation and to watch out for Weasley and Finnigan as they were flying a car to school and hoping to make a grand entrance. After sending Hedwig off to Professor Snape, Harry sat back with his book on Ancient Runes to wait for his professor.

Later that evening Harry descended the stairs into the entrance hall of Hogwarts just as the students were entering through the main doors.

"Harry." Tracy shouted as she spotted him. She and Daphne made a beeline for Harry; they both gave him crushing hugs when they reached him. "Where were you?" She asked after Daphne had let go of him.

Harry then told them both of how the barrier had closed itself to him when he'd tried getting onto the platform and how he'd written to Professor Snape who had come and brought him to Hogwarts via Side-Along Apparition.

"Weird." Tracy frowned as the three of them headed into the Great hall and took seats at the Slytherin table, Harry getting shouted greetings from what felt like the entire house.

"It was worth it though to watch Weasley smash into the Barrier." Harry said with a gleeful smirk.

"What?" Daphne asked smiling at the look on Harry's face. Harry then told them of how Weasley had ignored his warning before smashing into the solid wall and how him and Finnigan had decided to fly a car to Hogwarts.

"They really flew a car to Hogwarts?" Tracy asked in shock as McGonagall began leading in the first years.

"Yeh and Snape never looked so gleeful as he did when I told him about it, wish I could see the welcoming he's going to give them." Harry smirked before the three of them turned to watch the sorting along with the rest of Hogwarts.

Harry smirked as he watched a Slytherin prefect enter the hall from a side door and whisper in Snape's ear, who got up and left the hall through the same door the prefect had entered.

"I almost feel sorry for Weasley and Finnigan, Snape's got a spring in his step." Harry muttered to Daphne and Tracy. All three of them knew the only thing that put a spring in Snape's step were Gryffindor's in deep trouble.

"They'll get at least a month's detention each." Daphne muttered as Luna Lovegood was sorted into Ravenclaw.

"And a huge points loss." Tracy smirked as she glanced over at the lions table wondering what their reactions were going to be.

"But School has not officially started until the feast is over." Harry muttered with a frown he too wanted to see the reactions of the lions for a sudden point's loss.

"Yeh but it's very doubtful that Weasley or Finnigan will think of that." Daphne smirked at them getting smirks in return from Harry and Tracy.

Sure enough ten minutes after McGonagall had stalked out of the Great hall there was a roar of rage from the Gryffindor table as the house point's glass for the lions suddenly filled with black beads showing that they were minus in point's.

"Damn that's harsh, minus four hundred points, two hundred a piece." Harry laughed along with the rest of the Slytherin's, they all knew that Gryffindor were out of running for the house cup before the welcoming feast had even properly gotten started.

Once the feast was finished, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore got to his feet for his usual welcome speech.

"Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for his or her house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, allow me to introduce your new Defence against the Dark Arts Professor, Gilderoy Lockhart." There was a loud clapping and cheering, mainly for the female students.

"And now off too bed with you all, pip, pip." Dumbledore sat back down and engaged Professor Snape in conversation as the students rose from their seat to head to their houses.

Twenty minutes later Harry fell onto his bed after whishing Daphne, Tracy and Theodore goodnight with a content sigh. He loved living with the Davis's but it was good to be back at Hogwarts at last.

End of Chapter

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