The next morning was Thursday Sept 2, 1993. At 4:30am Harry was in a military pants, boots, and a t-shirt fighting with a practice blade against a war goblin 5' tall also using a long blade. The practice blade was heavier than his sword and dull. Harry's instructor yelled in a mix of Goblin and English. Only a fool called it gobbledygook to a Goblin or their friend. Harry would try to answer in goblin as he could. They would trade blows, the weapons-master would call a halt, talk for a bit and then they would go again. This went on for 2 hours and stopped at 6:30am at which time Harry bowed to the instructor, and with a nod he vanished. Flitwick had watched the whole-time grinning.
Once done Flitwick said in goblin, "You are solid intermediate level. Astonishing."
Harry came to attention facing Flitwick. He responded in halting goblin, "I worked hard to become so. I have been told it will be another 3 years for me to earn my mastery with the long blade."
Flitwick replied, "Only if you apply yourself, which knowing you, should not be a problem." Harry bowed at the compliment, and Flitwick left.
Hermione had come over after her morning workout was completed. She heard the goblin speech and knew she just had to learn it too. She had timed her workout to end at 6:30 with Harry's, but finished early enough to see the finishing minutes. Her eyes glowed to see Harry's muscle's move as he swung that blade. He was her Lord and she dreamed of those muscles holding her down and thrusting deeply into her core. She shuddered at the thought…which was occurring to her more and more often.
Harry and Hermione quickly returned for their morning showers. They missed taking them together, but didn't want to break rules so soon, as they weren't sure if it was allowed.
Harry and Hermione were finishing breakfast when madam Sprout gave them their schedules. She grinned with pride. They looked at their schedules, let out a whoop and high fived each other. Sprout just shook her heads at two students happy at more work. They had 3rd year CoMC, and Herbology. The rest were 5th year DADA, Charms (Hermione), Harry did get an O++(top score) on his Charms OWL, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Runes, and Arithmancy. HOM was still independent, and Potions was still Tuesday and Friday afternoons. Interestingly on the schedule it listed OWL combat 6pm Thursday, and open combat 7pm Thursday. Harry's also mentioned independent Healing training with Master Pomphrey, Parsel Healing and Combat Sat and Sunday mornings, and sword every week-day at 4:30am. Harry's schedule was a point of pride for her, and she bragged about it constantly to the other heads. Hard working Badger indeed.
Harry, looked at the schedule, and thought of something. He went over to Slytherin, and asked Draco to have Daphne join them. Once Draco had collected Daphne, he asked "Draco, can I see your schedule?"
Draco handed it to him. It didn't list the DADA class.
Harry said, "Damn it. Can I see yours Daphne? Harry saw hers didn't have the class either. "OK you two. One of the perks of being a Snape Apprentice, is we independent study HOM, and last year DADA. The way we do DADA, is I teach combat from 6-9pm on Thursday. Whether this Professor Lupin is competent or not, I have been ordered to keep teaching it this year. All of my students received Os last year. OWL and NEWT too."
To prove this, Harry showed them his and Hermione's class schedules, with the noted class.
Daphne grabbed his schedule. "Both of you are 5th years! Wait Harry you are signed up for 6th year charms, and healer training!"
Harry said, "Yes, I receive an O+ for my Charms OWL last year, with Riddle out to get me, and Hogwarts being for lazy students, we are moving as fast as we dare. We will stop skipping now as we will be NEWT students next year, though I am taking my Charms NEWT this year so I can start my Charms/Dueling Masteries with Master Flitwick. Back to Combat class. I am the instructor for this class. I expect to escort the two of you to class tonight. Have your dinner at 4:30 and I will escort you to class at 5:30. Don't keep me waiting. Snape isn't the only one who punishes laziness or foolishness."
Harry then went to Master Snape. With a bow he said "Good morning, Master Snape. I wished to notify you that my class will be held tonight. As such, I will be escorting the two prospective apprentices so they do not miss it, and earn my ire. I intend to show them one of the lesser, but no less significant perks of being an apprentice. Good day to you." And Harry bowed as he left.
Snape snorted and glanced at Flitwick who was grinning back at him. Flitwick said, "I watched his blade work this morn. He is intermediate level and hopes to be a goblin-trained blade-master in 3 years. I have not met a wizard blade-master…ever. He had the potential to be the first. Halcyon days indeed."
As Harry and Hermione left, Daphne asked Draco, "Is he for real?"
Draco replied, "Would it matter what I tell you? We will find out tonight, but I wouldn't test him unless you have a pain fetish. My mother gave him 20 bare and he sat at breakfast like it was nothing, though he did admit the punishment was earned. His pain tolerance is extreme, so he will have little sympathy."
The Daily Prophet soon arrived and talk suddenly stopped. Harry looked around and saw everyone reading the paper, with occasional glances at him. Oh no. Harry went and found a paper.
HEIR BLACK KILLS 3 DEMENTORS IN DEFENSE OF STUDENTS! By Rita Skeeter.
Heir Potter-Black was just trying to get to Hogwarts when the train was suddenly stopped (the engineer was kissed) and Dementors came on the train to attack students. We don't know who was the primary target, but we do know they attacked Heir Potter-Black's compartment and he immediately killed the Dementor with Excalibur. Yes, my dear witches and wizards, Heir Black wielded Excalibur! He then heard screams and went on the attack like a hero should. Soon the other two dementors were dead. Then with foresight not shown by the DADA professor on the train, he notified Hogwarts and Director Bones of the attack. Once notifying the authorities, he went to every car, administered first aid (did you know he is an apprentice level healer?) and locked the students in their cars.
Unfortunately, not knowing who at the ministry authorized and commanded this foul deed, he incapacitated and captured Auror Dawlish who entered the train without permission. He then would not let any other aurors on the train under pain of death! What a hero!
Once Director Bones arrived, she was able to convince Heir Black she was who she said she is, by telling him privately known information. No villain with Polyjuice would get past this warrior! Soon the train was in motion, though no doors would be opened until safely at Hogsmeade. Heir Potter Black took no chances with the safety of our children! If only we knew who did this dastardly deed.
I talked to Master Auror Moody who had this to say. "Heir Black impressed me. I have senior Aurors who would have dealt with this emergency less properly and less carefully than this 13-year-old! That is without considering he killed 3 unkillable dementors! The fact he was so careful and would not let anyone compromise the safety of the students shows he will be an outstanding wizard and Earl when he reaches his majority. Merlin, he is one now!"
Hermione stood up as she finished the article. She then said to him, "Harry, stand up." When Harry stood up, she grabbed his face and kissed him. Really kissed him and the students cheered and clapped at the reward due their hero. It was a few minutes before McGonigal could get order back. In truth she didn't try that hard.
Draco tapping the paper while looking at Daphne, said, "I believe we will find out he is the real deal, tonight."
Harry and Hermione were of mixed feelings about their classes. It isn't as quick as independent study, even if the class time will be more informative if the professors are good. Harry reminded Professor Babbling he was studying Runic casting as well. She said he would continue that as an independent study as she doesn't have enough students for a class.
That night by 5:30 after dinner, Harry had reminded all the apprentices they were expected for class at the appropriate time. Harry had taken off his robes and stored them. He was wearing his standard military pants, boots and T-shirt. (not the Hermione one) As he walked, most of the witches, and some of the wizards watched the muscles ripple in his arms and abdomen with that T-shirt. He looks delicious…and dangerous.
Dumbledore seeing the casual dress, angrily asked "Harry, what is the meaning of this? We have dress requirements for dinner!"
Harry casually replied, "I am aware, and wore appropriate attire for dinner. However, dinner is now over and I am teaching combat for the Snape Apprentices. This is my teaching uniform. Good evening." Harry then collected the two from Slytherin.
When Harry showed up to collect Draco and Daphne, Nott said, "Wow, gets his name in the paper and he starts thinking he's King."
Harry completely unruffled, casually replied, "It's Duke, not king, you ignorant useless thing. Besides, I'm currently too busy, to consider the claim. However, once I have put down that mud-blood pretender Riddle, I will have more time. Of course, one of my first jobs will be excising all the people and families which supported him, from our world. Pray you are not amongst those; I consider them dead wizards walking." Harry turned away, then paused thinking of something, and turned back to Nott. "Did you want anything else? A duel perhaps?" When Nott remained silent, Harry just brushed him off as unimportant, and turned to his charges. He then commanded, "Heir Malfoy, Heir Greengrass, it's time to go."
As he led them to the potion's college, joined by Hermione, Harry started explaining, "This school is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Snape is an exacting and vicious instructor. However, I have already learned in one year, more about potioning than any 7th year NEWT potion student you can name. Over the next 4 years, I intend to master the craft as it will very effectively supplement my dream of becoming a world-renowned healer."
"Be aware, Master Snape is a bit of a sadist, and once or twice a Term he will, for no reason involving you personally, demand to cane all his apprentices. This is not fair. This is not justified. However, you will not find a single apprentice, present or who finished their training, complain about it. It is a fact of life, and one easily accepted when compared to the benefits of his training. Hermione has an average pain tolerance. She gives out a bloodcurdling scream for each strike of the cane to her bottom. She doesn't do this to convince Master to hit softer, because if anything, it makes him hit harder. She does this because it HURTS."
"Despite this, her stubbornness has resulted in her getting more strokes of the cane in her first year than any apprentice I have met, or heard about. Yet she is still here. You are not idiots, so I know you can figure out what that means. Last year, I was able to force Dumbledore to grant us independent study of DADA and HOM. I did this because Lockhart is a fool. I didn't know he was also a pedophile, or I would have just killed him. Master Snape ordered me to train the other apprentices as payment for allowing the DADA and HOM independent study. Every one of my students from 4th year to 7th year received an O or O+. OWL and NEWT too. I expect the two of you to maintain my record."
Soon they had arrived at the iron door all the students of Hogwarts were unbelievably curious about. "We are here. This is the door to the college. Do not try to enter until you sign the contract and become official apprentices." Harry opened the door. "You can see multiple doors down the hallway. Do not try to enter the advanced lab until invited to do so by Master Snape. He will do so when you become an advanced apprentice. We have a Break room. Keep food there unless you wish to be caned. We are going to the dueling room tonight. Harry led the two with Hermione into the dueling room. Harry commanded, "Hang your robes up on the hooks. Hermione explain more if you wish, I am preparing for class." And Harry went to the other side of the room kneeling and meditating for the remaining time until class started.
Draco and Daphne, watched Harry, walk away to kneel and meditate. They then turned back to Hermione, who asked them with a raised eyebrow, "Any questions?"
Daphne asked, "Why do it?"
Hermione smirked, "I know you, Daphne. I know you researched Adeline Bexley, Snapes first apprentice. If that isn't reason enough, ask your questions."
Daphne asked with some concern "Is he really that vicious?"
Hermione sighed, and looked down for a second. She then looked Daphne in the eyes and said in all seriousness, "Yes and no. Yes, he will hit you with his cane extremely hard. It hurts more than anything I have experienced, ever. However, except on his caning days when he just canes all of us, it takes a specific failure to earn his cane. Unfortunately, I did so more than anyone. When I was a first year student before becoming an apprentice, Master Snape admitted to attempting to trick me into getting paddled. He cultivates this aura of malignant sadism outside the school to keep the sheep away. However, it is not entirely accurate. He will not trick his apprentices. He will give complex instructions, and if you screw up, expect to pay for it. Even then, he will explain where you went wrong and how to avoid doing it again. Definitely, don't repeat a mistake, you will be caned for that foolishness."
"All the apprentices will support you in your pain, because we share it. We are a family of brothers and sisters, and he is our very strict father. Harry wasn't kidding about family. While we have considered Draco a brother for a few years. You will now join us as our sister. This isn't just words. If someone hurts you, Harry will end them. Period. If you need help, you will get it. If you need your bottom paddled, that would be done without delay, too. We help reward and punish each other, so everyone excels. I can certainly vouch for that."
"Tonight, you will see that Harry is as good a combat instructor, as Master Snape is at teaching potions. He wasn't kidding about the results. We have a second-year auror cadet in the family. Harry spanked her in a duel a few days ago. He then trained her to remove her mistakes. She sang his praises and begged him to keep training her. She said only two auror trainers are as good at the academy. Be on your game, and expect a sore bottom by the end of the night. He will hit you with a stinging hex when he wants, where he wants. He once, in irritation, drew a picture on my arse with stings, it wasn't fun, and I wasn't standing still for him to do it."
By this time, all the apprentices had entered and introduced themselves to Draco and Daphne. When it was time Harry barked, "I am Instructor Black. As this is a new term, we will start with duels to assess your level. Try to kill or hurt me in any way you can. When I say attack do so, or I will hurt you. Heir Malfoy front and center."
Draco came out drew his wand and attacked. Harry just ejected his wand and parried the spells away. He then parried a few back to Draco and bracketed them with stingers which caught Malfoy on his hand and thigh, causing him to drop his wand. Harry then summoned his wand, but it disappeared, to reappear in Draco's hand. Harry then just fired a shield breaker and stunned Draco. After a minute, Harry rennervated him, and said "Well done." He then called Heir Greengrass out.
Greengrass was also smart enough to attack immediately. She cast a few ordinary spells, and then fired a testicle explosion spell. Harry parried it back to her, but she ignored it, continuing to attack. When it hit her, Daphne suddenly shrieked and dropped her wand before clutching her groin. Harry summoned her wand and walked up to her, while saying to the whole class, "the testicle explosion spell is thought to be harmless to witches because they don't have testicles. As you can see, that is not quite the case. It has the very interesting effect of making the clitoris swollen and hypersensitive to the point of severe pain. Even her pants rubbing against it, is extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to know the counter-curse. That is an unacceptable mistake."
Harry then cast a few spells on Daphne which threw her to her back and forced her legs wide, locking them in position. When she shrieked again and tried to cover her groin with her hands, Harry cast another spell which forced and locked her hands over her head. It honestly looked like he was going to ravage her. As Harry walked up to her body, Harry said, "Sorry about this Daphne, but the treatment is specific." He then switched out her skirt and pants, leaving her groin wide open and bare. Daphne looked terrified. Harry kneeled down between her legs, and traced his wand over her clit, while speaking the counter curse. Once complete, he examined her clit, and found it still excessively swollen. He said to Daphne "if I don't treat this you will be useless for the rest of the class, so bear with me." Daphne with wide eyes, still terrified that this was going to evolve very badly, said nothing.
Harry took a container of bruise balm out and rubbed some into her clit causing her to shriek while also inserting some 'too-much-sex' balm into her vagina and massaging it into the roof. She soon started moaning in pleasure and he continued to massage her inside and out until the treatment was done. Once noting the swelling was gone and her clit now looked normal, he palpated it. When her reaction was a groan and not a shriek, Harry let go of her clit, leaving her embarrassed, wet, and slightly sensitive, but no longer in pain. Harry stood up, summoned her clothes, and released the restraints. "You can get up now Daphne. I was careful. Your status is unchanged." Handing her back her panties and skirt. Daphne blushed to her roots when she figured what 'status' he was referring to.
"Now you know to block that spell. Since you cast it at me, I figured you knew its effects on yourself, and the counter-curse. As you can see, it is a very effective spell on witches too. A fantastic punishment spell. I will have to remember that for NEWT battles."
Glancing at Elanor, who said, "Oh, Hell No, sir."
"Daphne, you did well too. However, not knowing the effects of a spell you cast on others, is unforgivable. Since, I know what that spell just did to you, I will consider you punished, for this transgression." Turning again to the whole class, while handing Daphne her wand, Harry warned, "I never want to see anyone cast a spell when they don't know it's effects and the counter-curse. That is a caning offense. Do NOT test me on this."
"Miss Granger, front and center." Hermione came out, and as soon as the wards activated attacked with a spell chain. She then summoned a wall of stone and kept blasting at Harry. Harry just parried her spells right back at her chewing big chunks in her wall. Harry cast another spell at the wall making it double in size blocking her site and ability to attack. Harry then drew a series of runes in the air while rune casting in parsel. Shortly the runes imploded and summoned a huge hornet nest. Harry then sent all the hornets around the wall. There was a shriek from the other side and a scream of yield! Harry called back the hornets and then vanished them and the wall. Hermione was still slapping herself all over her body and trying to shield her face, before she realized they were gone.
Once she was sure the hornets were gone, Hermione stood there shaking in fear with a few welts appearing on different places on her body. Harry walked over to her, and said "take a sip of this." and Hermione did so relaxing as the welts vanished away. Harry said, "Very good Hermione. Flying cloud of doom is a very interesting spell which hits a primal fear in most people. As you can see, it is nightmarish. Never underestimate higher transfiguration. It can be troublesome in combat. The problem for Hermione, was I created a situation where she could not attack and keep me busy defending for a time. Always be prepared for something truly horrific if you give your opponent time to use higher mysteries."
The entire class was just looking at Harry with horror. Higher mysteries? That was mastery level! Merlin! Harry then worked over the remaining four, not being gentle with them either. He was complimentary, and castigating in measures. Once everyone was evaluated, Harry started the class. He pushed all the students. Working on speed, spell recognition, shield vs. parry. Counter-curses, misdirection, and finally hand-to-hand combat for if you lose your wand. All of them had felt sting hexes to their bottoms multiple times if they weren't fast enough or smart enough. Class raced by as Harry never let up for a minute, continuously pushing.
At 9pm class was called. Harry then bowed the class out. Once officially done, Harry came over to Draco and Daphne and asked if they thought the class was useful. Draco just looked at him like he was an idiot. "Useful? I have been trained by my mother. A Black. She was a skilled teacher, but absolutely nothing like this. You terrified me! However, I believe I learned more about combat in the last 3 hours than any time previous. I will stay an apprentice just for this class."
Harry nodded, "Good. Master Snape is exactly the same, but with potions. You will be terrified and awed in measures. It is spectacular." Turning to Daphne, "What are your thoughts?"
Daphne just looked at him trying to be angry at what he had done to her. She finally shook her head and then sighed, "No boy has handled me the way you did today. Your combat and submission spells showed me I had no chance of stopping you, from doing anything to me to your heart's content. That alone terrified me. Then you treated me as professionally, as any healer who has laid hands on me. I still can't believe a 13-year-old boy had his hand in my vagina, and handling my clit, while staying professional...or changing my status. I now believe you are serious about your healer training. Then, you lead a class that pushes me, punishes me, and teaches me, better than the many instructors my father hired to train me to defend myself."
Harry gently smiled, "So am I the real deal?"
Greengrass shook her head and smiled with awe, "Yes brother, you are definitely the real deal."
Harry tosses a container of regular bruise balm to both of them. This is regular balm so will work if you rub it into your own arse. Do so. Do not come to potions tomorrow with a bruised bottom. Harry then turned to Hermione and quietly said, "Escort them out, I have to fight Master Snape."
Hermione looking inquisitive, "Is he coming soon?"
Harry gently chided, "Hermione, he has been here the whole time." Bobbing his head toward the other corner. Hermione glanced over there, but still could not detect him. She sighed and left with the others.
Once everyone was gone, Harry said, "Did that meet your expectations?"
Snape appeared, "Yes it did. You were impressive. I would normally be insulted by someone daring to compare their teaching methods to mine. However, your claim was not without merit. Begin."
This fight lasted 20 minutes before Harry's magic was depleted and he was put down hard.
Snape said, "You are Auror heavy-hitter level now. We just need to work on more speed and increase your magic storage and affinity. See you tomorrow." Snape walked out.