18 Stealing Magic and proving a point.
Teaching classes was fun, tutoring the Owl and Newt classes three hours a week saw them catching up on the years of having bad teachers.
The side activities were fun too. I was co-founder of the Harry Potter fan club, Ginny Weasley and Collin Creevy, president and secretary. It was surprising how many members they got.
If looks could kill, Harry would have been a murderer. I explained to him: "Mister Potter, now that your mail block is lifted, your guardian has put a filter on your mail. He asked me to explain how to handle fan mail, and most importantly your fans.
This is where the fan club comes in handy. First, think about the letters, if you don't respond to any of them, what will they think of you? Spoiled? Arrogant? Lord Greengrass put a statement in the Daily Prophet that you never received mail. This means now you do get mail.
Your fan club can help you with it, take a few hours a week with them and let them help to respond to those letters, most are coming from them anyway."
Harry looked horrified at me, Daphne said to him: "Harry, listen to Professor Lockhart, public opinion is important for you. Like it or not, you are a celebrity. Not responding to your mail once is insulting people that are feeling positive about you. So if something negative happens to you they could turn their opinion on you."
Yep, like in sports, if you win you are a hero, lose a few times and you are trash. Daphne got, with the help of Hermione and Tracey, Harry so far that he sacrificed two hours on Saturday to the Fan-club. I laughed when they got him so far to write a personal column in the Quibbler with Collin providing a picture. Daphne and Hermione did the editing, thank Merlin for that.
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The tasks I set for the first four years showed remarkable results, they formed teams, one from each year, especially with a firsty in it for the map in my book. The school is a bloody maze, several rooms and corridors were found, passages that connect different floors. Shortcuts to the Library and Great Hall from each common room were the best.
When the firsties did their first presentation to me, I pointed out that there was a difference on the seventh floor. On one it was a broom closet, on another a passageway, it was something else on every team.
Luna did the most discoveries of secret passageways, she shrugged and said: "It was easy to see, the Blibbering Humdingers showed it to me."
I asked: "Miss Lovegood, those Blibbering Humdingers, are they transparent glowing creatures?" Surprised she looked at me: "You can see them? Nobody believes me, only mum and dad did, and I think dad is just humoring me." Of course, I know it all, I leveled my Observe in the last few months.
I told the class: "Dear students if someone tells you she can see creatures that nobody else can see, does it mean she is lying or mad? If you tell muggles magic is real without you proving it to them, they declare you a liar or mad too. Miss Lovegood here has a rare Magic ability. She can see magic, I can tell because I have the same gift, one that I only recently developed."
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I continued: "It is called Rowena's Gift, as Rowena Ravenclaw was the first recorded to have it. You will find this gift very useful for your studies Miss Lovegood. But don't get to distracted by it, try to turn it off and back on to control it."
Optional Quest completed:
Quest: Stop the bullying of Luna
Reward: +1 Wisdom
Wtf? First Endurance, now Wisdom? Where are the new skills? Abilities?
New Skill: Baseless Complaining 6
I Give up, that Game is just fucking with me.
Xxxxx
Anyway, I explained the Nargles, Blibbering Humdingers, and Heliopaths to the class, so Luna is their new magic detector on their search for Hogwarts secrets. The poor thing was in such high demand she barely got to do her homework.
The fourth class pointed several clues to the Chamber of secrets to me. A Weasley, Fred said to me: "We found a lot of small snake motives in the castle, also Griffins, Badgers, and Ravens. Luna said they all possess some magic, which means they are secret passages or wards."
Angelina Jones continued: "On the second-floor bathroom we discovered a snake motive on a defective water tap. Luna told us it had several magic spells on it. We questioned the ghost that occupies that bathroom about it, she told us that she died in front of that sink."
George Weasley took over: "We researched when and how she died. Fifty years ago she died when rumors of the chambers being opened were printed in the Daily Prophet."
Marcus Flint said: "Hagrid was arrested for killing Moaning Myrtle with his pet acromantula, although it doesn't make sense, Myrtle told us the last thing she saw were two big yellow eyes. Acromantula's have eight black ones. We suspect he was a scapegoat. A Tom riddle got for a school reward for it."
Graham Montague: "Everything points to that bathroom as a passageway to the secret chamber, we suspect you have to speak parseltongue to open it. It was a Slytherin ability. Only the ones from the Slytherin line possess it."
I gave my Trademarked Smile: "Well done class! This is excellent work from all of you. There is only one flaw in your reasoning: Parseltongue is not a Slytherin-only trait. Or he has a very big family on the eastern continent. There are a lot of them in India, the counties around it have them too. They are revered for their healing magic and providing safety in the villages from wild snakes. That Voldemort could speak it doesn't make the ability Dark or Evil, it is like muggles telling us all wizards are evil.
So, find a Parselmouth, I can already tell you Hogwarts has at least two of them."
That stirred them up, Flint asked: "An Heir of Slytherin is in school?" I shook my head in pity: "Did you not hear me say not three seconds ago that it is not a Slytherin ability? It is possible that it is an Heir, it could be the Patil twins, they originate from India, it could be the Weasley twins hiding it, afraid to be called dark wizards."
The other Gryffindors shifted away from the twins. I told the class: "See? Just mentioning it get them shunned. I suggest getting over it fast because I will start the rumor the whole class here can speak it if you don't. Imagine, a whole class, Griffindor and Slytherins alike can speak Parseltongue! You are Evil to the bone. It must be because there are rumors you are Parselmouth's."
I looked at all of them: "There is nothing as dangerous as human sheep that can't think for themselves. A few words and you have a lynch mob. It was the main weapon of Voldemort and Dumbledore. Steer the sheep into the direction you want and set them loose. Muggle politicians are using it all the time, a few slogans and a scapegoat can and has started wars."
Yep, every nation had them, don't think the German one was the worst, there are others on the same level too.
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That night at dinner, Harry was outed as a parselmouth when the twins asked Parvati if she could talk to snakes. Everyone except Hermione shifted away from Harry, even the twins, although they remembered my speech and seated back next to him.
I spoke to Harry: §Harry, stand up and raise your wand. Claim House Slytherin by right of conquest, end it in so mote it be. Do it now in parseltongue.§ Well what do you know, those bloody teachers shifted away from me.
Harry claimed the Lordship of Slytherin and got a nice ring on his finger. I applauded: "Congratulations Lord Slytherin! Now do the same in normal speech for House Gaunt." Harry got a nice glow when the magic accepted his claim, I released the ring from my Inventory, now Harry has two Hallows.
I addressed the students: "Attention please! Me, the Great Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming Smile, and the most loved Defense against the Dark Arts Professor up to date, am a parselmouth, so is Mr. Potter and hundreds of other all over the world.
Are we evil because snakes can understand us? The only things they are interested in are food and comfort. Parselmagic is mostly used for healing. Who thinks Mr. Potter is evil now?"
A few hands were raised, I picked one, Zacharias Smith, a snobby pureblood, and Copy Parseltongue on him. I summoned a snake and showed it to him: "Mr. Smith, say hello to my little friend."
Smith panicked: §Get that filthy snake away from me!§ The snake snapped back: §Shut up you stupid prick! I am a fine specimen of my species! There is nothing filthy about me."
Suddenly Smith has a lot of room next to him. I said: "Well Mr. Smith? Are you evil?" Snakey hissed: §No just stupid. Send me back two legs, I was just about to hunt some rats.§
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The following Saturday Harry and Smith were escorted to Myrtles Bathroom by all four fourth-year classes, they even abducted Luna. Smith absolutely refused to speak parseltongue, so harry opened the sink. When the sink opened, Smith made a run from it and escaped. The Weasleys jumped in and slid down cheering, Alicia spinet stopped the rest: "I doubt Salazar would slide down to his chambers, try to ask for stairs or steps."
The rest walked downstairs and met the twins downstairs covered in filth. Some girls felt sorry for them ad cleaned them up, Luna was helping them enthusiastically, they ended up with green and purple hair. Luna said: "The green one is Fred." Horrified, the twins looked at Luna: "Luna! What did we do to you to deserve such punishment?"
She glared at them: "When I was eight years old you glued my lips to Ginny's when we played marrying Harry Potter. That was not funny."
Harry said: "Let them keep the colors until it wears of itself. It is a fitting punishment." Cheering all around from everyone for that.
Fred got in front of Luna: "We never said we were sorry Luna,"
George: "But we say it now."
Fred: "We are very,"
George: "Sorry Luna."
Luna smiled: "Apology accepted Fred and George. It was a good snog, but it lasted too long." Everyone snickered with that comment.
They stopped laughing when they spotted the shed skin. Harry said: "Uhmm, I don't feel comfortable talking to a snake that is bigger than an elephant. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Luna said: "Call Professor Lockhart here, he can tell us if it is too dangerous to proceed." a few students ran upstairs, and came back a few minutes later. Flint said: "Lockhart said there is no danger anymore, he killed the basilisk in September. It is safe for us."
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That Sunday the Quibbler reported the discovery of the secret chamber. Pictures showed Harry Potter next to the snakeskin, opening the chamber, and the inside of the room. There was one room that was raided, Luna found two more, one with treasure, the other with old tomes in parseltongue.
The report especially mentioned the cooperation of the four classes in finding the chamber.
I called Lord Greengrass, to claim the contents of the chamber for House Slytherin. All students in the chamber got a reward, but ownership went to Harry. Smith was found hissing to that sink for hours. He was not happy with parseltongue, so I Cut it away and Paste it to Daphne. No comments please, I just like the girl.
The ministry and the Department of Mysteries were told to wait until Harry is twenty and can make decisions of his own. With the backing of House Greengrass, Longbottom, and Kitty, they had to stop bothering Harry for access.
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When Christmas came I advanced to level 20, I used the holidays to visit my faithful fans. Play Witch Monthly did an interview, one I did in-depth, with a show and tell. When the reporter left the next morning she had stuff for three editions. Yes, I am that good.
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Suck it, as she did. My new book came out just before the holidays, Besting the Basilisk. It was a direct bestseller, me posing next to the corps and showing the skull in my entrance hall was enough.
I got nominated for An Order of Merlin First Class when they found out the Basilisk lived under Hogwarts. I will humbly accept the reward, of course, my speech will probably not last longer than two hours. My outfit? I guess black and gold, it matches the colors of the basilisk.
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The Christmas presents were not hard to choose from, every student got a picture of me, signed of course. My most loyal fans and female professors got the first prototype of the real Gilderoy. That is right! You heard it! In cooperation with a specialized firm, we managed to create a real-life-like copy of Little Gill. It is runed to vibrate at four speeds. Of course, different colors and glowing in the dark are optional.
Why do you ask? I am the Great Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming Smile, Play Witch Monthly's most used fantasy, and the most loved Defense against the Dark Arts Professor up to date.
I can't be everywhere at the same time. This way I am with them in spirit and Little spirit.
New Title: Enemy of Man
Meh, who cares. When I arrived back at Hogwarts, the Professors thanked me a lot.
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The Newt students of the sixth and seventh year joined forces to prove their point. They asked their parents to research their family's pedigree, including the squibs. The students with parents in the ministry asked for names and dates of criminals and dropouts that got their magic bound and dropped in the muggle world, dating back three hundred years.
They compared the results, and almost all muggle-born could be traced back to a squib our on that had their magic bound. Double-checking resulted in all muggle-born could be traced to a magic ancestor if you go back five hundred years. When both parents have magic ancestors, it increases the chance for a magical child.
When those results were posted in the Daily Fantasia and Quibbler the Wizarding world shook on their foundations. Especially with the research on squibs. It proved that the more pure the blood is, the more chances of having squib children. The proof was included with names and pedigrees.
The Quibbler concluded:
This my dear readers proves that we were wrong for centuries, why didn't we research it before? Or worse we did and it was censored. How could we be made to believe muggles can steal Magic when even we can't do it unnoticed?
The last war was a crime against magic! Our numbers are declining, and we shun new arrivals in our community. Even go as far as outright killing them!
We should welcome them into our society! Teach them our ways and traditions, as we are supposed to do to our families. We can't expect them to follow our ways when we don't teach them to the muggleborns.
I took the liberty to research the pedigree from the most avid supporters of blood purity. Most did not even go back ten generations. Madam Umbridge for example not even five generations and she has the reputation of being the foulest blood purist in the ministry. Avery and Mc Nair too, not even six generations Those are the ones that dictate who is pure or not.
We need to look at ourselves and face the truth: Everyone with magic belongs in our community, blood does not make you pure, Magic does.
I like to thank Professor Lockhart to assign his Newt classes to this project, and bringing it into the open.
Yours truly: Xenophilius Lovegood.
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Ah! I feel Great! Suck on that, you death eaters! The fun part is they helped research it. Lord Greengrass took control of the situation and rallied the factions together. The Department of Mysteries was questioned, it was their duty to research those questions.
They could not answer why two Newt classes can solve it in three months when they researched it for years.
Lord Greengrass said: "Lords and Ladies from the wizengamot, for over two hundred years the muggle-born are discriminated, shunned and sometimes abused or killed, just because they have no magical parents. What are we afraid of? The Lord of the House decides the Heir Prime, so they can not take our Lordship unless we are willing to let them inherit it if nobody else is available.
Our House found ten relatives that started as muggleborns, out of squib lines. Our family is expanded now, instead of four Greengrasses, I have fourteen in our family.
Hogwarts needs a class on Wizarding culture and traditions. We need to take our magic back into our society by taking the muggleborns in and welcoming them.
Minister Fudge, I expect you to fire every witch or wizard in the ministry that still believes muggleborns are stealing our magic. The reason is plain stupidity. Hire new employees based on skills not on who their father is. Lords and Ladies, it is time for a change!"
Great speech, it was broadcasted through the wireless and reported in the papers. I might have hinted to Black and Greengrass to see who has the shares of those magazines.
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What else can we do to get atten… I never tried to cure werewolves… Sirius Black happens to know one. A few letters later, I paid a visit to 12 Grimmauld-place. Sirius introduced me to Remus Lupin.
Alright, with a name like that, it is screaming to turn him into one. Just like Fenrir Greyback. If you name your daughter Vampirella, you don't have to be surprised when a vampire with a sense of humor makes her one.
To be honest, I am not a fan of Lupin, the bastard did not even make the effort to look for Harry. Then he shags a totally fine babe, puts a bread in the basket, and runs away. That is a big red flag in my book. He gets points for shagging a girl thirteen years younger, I remove the points for dropping her the moment Little Ted is in the womb… I just hate him for shagging Tonks.
Maybe I cure another werewolf, this one does not deserve it… What to do… Meh, I am too lazy to search for another one.
I said: "Mr. Lupin, I understand you were good friends with Lord Potter, it is none of my business but tell me, why did you never check up on little Harry? A pass by on the street, checking his health? Those are the things a good friend is supposed to do, is it not?"
Lupin said nervously: "Dumbledore said…" I held my hand up and told him: "If it was my friend's son that got orphaned, even if Merlin said, I would see to it that he is properly cared for. A visit once a year is not too much to ask for. You failed your friend mister Lupin. You failed his son."
Now, let us see if Sirius allows the old wolf to fuck his niece.
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I Dispel Curse the werewolf curse, it worked like a charm. Lupin felt the curse leaving his body, I said to him: "The next two full moons you lock yourself away with two healers and two Aurors as witnesses, to prove you are cured of the curse. Sirius, arrange with Lord Greengrass a reporter to witness it too on the second full moon."
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Two full moons later I made the frontpage's for curing Lycrantopy. I loved the attention, not so the attention of werewolves that crowded Hogwarts.
I made a deal with three healers from St. Mungo's: "My beautiful healers, I am the Great Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming Smile, Play Witch Monthly's most used fantasy, and the most loved Defense against the Dark Arts Professor up to date.
I offer you the ability to remove curses. I have a secret family technique to imprint that Ability on you. I can only do this once every four days. Also, that Ability is not teachable."
Healer one: "Alright Gilderoy, What is the catch?" I put my hand on my heart and said: "Dear Brigitte! You wound me. There is no catch at all, only that that ability can only be transferred through intercourse."
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New Title: Male Scumbag.
Fuck it! I need something out of it too! Those three healers are a nine point six on a scale of ten. It is not a big deal anyway, I shagged Brigitte before. I told her: "Well Brigitte, I'll start with you, you can verify it tomorrow on the Longbottom's. If it does not work, I'll pay five thousand galleons. If it works you three cure the werewolves."
My bed at home was seriously tested again, I Copy Dispel Curseon Brigitte while getting a good shag out of it. She got some too. With Telekinesis, I worked her all over. The next day she got to work with a big smile.
That day the Longbottom's got cured. Brigitte told me four days after, that she could do that spell only five times a day. She told me that when we were fucking the second healer. I was not thrilled there were a lot of volunteers to get fucked by me for that ability. There were some readers from Play Wizard Monthly among them. And some granny's above hundred. There is not enough lube for that.
It did get me a second Order of Merlin though, a First Class one even.
Anyway, I gave ten healers the Ability and told them that was the limit.
Optional Quest Completed:
Quest: Cure the werewolf curse.
Reward: 50% to the next level.
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At Easter, the Third grade found Rowena's room. Of course, the firsties helped with their maps. I claimed the room for my Newt classes, so did the other Professors. The students were almost crying after some classes there.
Defending themselves against dueling automates, trolls, dragons, the room provide them all, and the students hated me for it.
Meh, I am the Great Gilderoy Lockhart, Two Times winner of Order of Merlin First Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, seven-times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming Smile, Play Witch Monthly's most used fantasy, Knock-turn Alley's most asked polyjuice potion figure and the most loved Defense against the Dark Arts Professor up to date.
I am the best.
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Xxxxx
We never found Godrick's and Helga's Secret chambers, I doubt they had one. Leveling went fine, I neared level 25 at the end of May, I decided to end the year to see how they score in their Owls and Newts
The first week of June, I taught the Patronus to every class, by then they had a lot of self-confidence, with a week of practice, the Owl and Newt class all got it. The lower years a week after that.
When they learned the messenger Patronus, we had to ban the spell during classes, especially the one from Parkinson, an adult-sized Elephant is no joke when it appears in front of you, with the voice of a little girl. She did get a lot of attention from it.
The exams went fine, everyone got above A, three-quarters of the class O or more. So the Owl and Newts class performed well, I told them the messenger Patronus would give them extra credit.
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Snape, you ask? That man was like a pit bull, no matter what I did to the man, he crawled back up. The sad part is that he is teaching ten times better than with his potion skills. With the wards active the snake pit is safe again for the females, the boys learned some manners, even the little ferret.
The pureblood children got told by their parents to bag a muggle-born to strengthen the bloodline. The loose ends were almost all tied up, Snape got my Baseless Complaining Skill, too bad I can't Cut Tittles, the Scumbag Tittle is undeserved in my opinion.
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I watched the train leave, Kitty stood next to me: "You know Gill, at the start of the year we were afraid to have another useless Defense teacher, it turns out you are the best one we ever had. And you can teach well too." I Smiled my Trade Marked Smile: "Auw, Minnie? Are you teasing me? I must admit it too, at the start of the year… I had total confidence in my skills! I knew I would break the mold."
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Bite me, it is the truth. That evening at home, I got to Level 25.
Main Quest Completed:
Main quest: Reach Level 25, Reform the wizarding world.
Restrictions: No Gringotts, DMLE, or Department of Mysteries
Quest reward: 1 free Ability
I choose Dragon animagus, a good skill to have. Now I can go after Tonksie and the other girls, thirteen is an acceptable age to date.
Level 3 Completed
Main Quest Completed: 1
Optional quests Completed: 6
Hidden Quests Completed: 2
Bonus Quest: 0
Time Bonus: 0
Total score: 50% +10% Extreme Hard Mode
Reward: One Skill.
Progress to Level 4 Y/N?
Dammed, I can't select one, I got Teleportation. I already can do that shit Game! I gathered my thoughts, dammed I could have completed a hidden quest with my spaceship! I totally forgot it, it was possible, that I was sure of. Well, maybe next time.
I pressed Y. I woke up when I heard "...Potter!" At least I am not in Azkaban as Sirius the dog.
19 A piece of paper.
I looked around, I sat in the Great Hall, with a lot more people than normal? I spotted the old goat standing next to a cup with blue flames coming out of it? Fuck? Did I skip a year? Everyone was looking at me. The old goat was holding a paper in his hand and looked at me.
Then, it felt all kinds of wrong with me, my stomach hurts… no not my stomach, lower? My chest area was feeling strange too like a weight was added to it. I looked down, and noticed something horrible!
I was wearing a fucking skirt! I put my hands on my chest… I got bloody fucking BOOBS! I gasped and felt down below, and screamed! My dick was gone!
Level 4
Current World: Harry Potter Year 4
Main Quest: Reach level 35, win the Tournament, catch Riddle
Restrictions: No DMLE, DoM, or Gringotts.
Quest reward: Depends on the level of completion. Failure: Spend the next century as an Inferi
Dumbledore called: "Rose Potter! Go to the after chamber please." I calmed myself down, relax because I am the Great… dammed! I am the stupid puppet that gets buggered all the time! I will have to channel Gilderoy.
I calmly said: "I can't be a champion, sir, just moments ago Cedric was chosen for Hogwarts. What school am I representing? Also what moron put my name in that stupid cup? Is this supposed to be funny?" I read in a FF that stepping into the after-chamber is accepting to participate, so I have to troll him here.
Dumbledore gave his grandfatherly smile: "We will find out later my girl, now go to the after chamber." I responded: "Oh no Headmaster! Going back there is admitting that I want to enter that stupid tournament! How am I going to survive with only three years of schooling? Do you want me to die? Now answer me, what school am I supposed to represent?"
Dumbledore looked at the paper and said: "It said Salem Witches Institute, my girl. Now go to the back chamber. There are things to discuss." He is obviously eager to let me participate, let's troll him a bit.
I shook my head: "Sir, are you telling me you transferred me to another school? If I am a champion of Salem Witches Institute, then I am not a student here anymore. This means next year I am going there for my education, as a matter of fact, that is quite appealing right now. After all, if you are not in the sixth or seventh year, participating is certain death. Do you want me to die, sir?"
That last comment shook the students, they never thought that far ahead. I felt the legilimence probe from Dumbledore trying to enter my defenses, pretending to feel something I held my hand before my eyes and said: "What is this feeling? It is as someone is poking into my brain. Who is doing this?"
Dumbledore looked shocked, did he force it too hard? She used to be so easy to read before. He gathered his thoughts and said: "There is nothing we can do right now my girl, let's go to the after chamber, the other champions are waiting."
I glared at him: "Did you just declare me a champion Mr. Dumbledore? Did you just decide my fate?" I made a show of storming to the after chamber.
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I entered the chamber, where the three champions were waiting, Cedric asked: "Did they send you here for something?" I shook my head: "They are forcing me to compete for another school. Dumbledore just declared me a champion."
Fleur protested: "But that can't be! She is just a little girl!" I stormed at her and hugged her tight: "Thank you for saying that Miss Delacour! I am so scared." Fleur's heart melted and hugged me back: "Poor girl, we will help you as much as we can."
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My face is between the left and right sides of heaven, so I don't care. Bagman entered the room: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a fourth champion. Rose here is just selected as the fourth champion."
Fleur came to my defense: "That is Miss Potter to you, you barbarian! And you have to find a way to get her out of this tournament! It is too dangerous for little girls."
Krum nodded: "Da, we chose to be here, find a way to cancel the contract." Cedric added: "This is the Tri-wizard tournament, not the For-Wizard, or Five. There must be a rule for it when the Goblet is compromised."
Bagman protested: "But, she has a chance for eternal glory!" Reluctantly I lifted my head from heaven and glared at Bagman: "Eternal glory? Name two former champions. It seems to me you have another chance to gamble. I heard from the Weasley twins you paid them with gold from the Leprechauns, which disappear after two hours. So a gambling addict helped organize this?"
Dumbledore tried his trick again, he rushed to me, grabbed my shoulders, and asked: "Rose, did you enter your name in the Goblet?" I felt him probing me again, well, I am a girl, so I slapped him, flat-handed right on his cheek.
I yelled at him: "Don't touch me again you pervert! And stay out of my head! Each time you look at me I feel something in my head. Is that you doing it?"
Everyone gasped at my accusations, Snape tried some damage control: "Potter! You get expelled for this. Fifty points from Gryffindor! You are as bad as your father."
Slowly I turned to the snake: "What are you doing here? Cedric is a Hufflepuff and I am from Salem. You can shove those points where the sun doesn't shine for all I care. So shut your filthy mouth. Now, who do I have to sue to get out of this death trap?"
Dumbledore was dazed, she dared to slap him? Did she notice all his legilimence probes? When he heard me say the word sue, he reacted: "Rose my girl, you can not sue anyone, you are under age."
I shrugged: "The headmistress or headmaster from Salem will decide on that. She is my legal guardian after all." Dumbledore fumed: "You are mistaken my girl, I am your magical guardian. The wizengamot appointed me."
I looked him into the eyes and said: "So you are the animal that dropped me off at my magic hating relatives? An aunt that is so vindictive that I had to cook from five years old? An uncle that used me as a punching bag until I was nine, and I could only stop that pervert from touching me with accidental magic? That kind of magical guardian? A guardian that allowed them to let me sleep in a cupboard for ten years? TELL ME!" I flared my magic and pushed the goat away with it. With a sob, I planted my face in heaven again.
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Yep, just the right amount of drama, I got it from Gill. McGonagall gasped: "Albus! You told us she was well-taken care of! I warned you they were not right for her."
The other Headmasters watched the drama with open mouths, Maxime said: "Dumblidore, is Miss Potter telling us that you let her family abuse her? Are there not children services in Britain?" Dumbledore backpedaled: "I assure you that it was to keep Rose safe from death eaters. That she is alive right now proves it was the right decision." Huh? He can say that with a straight face?
Slowly, reluctantly, I removed my face from the twin peaks of heaven. I said to Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, I declare you an enemy of House Potter. I renounce all claims you pretend to have over me. You stole my father's cloak before he died, everything else you stole from me has to be returned this month or I declare a blood feud on House Dumbledore."
Everyone gasped at my proclamation. Dumbledore panicked: "Rose, my girl…" Well, accidental magic happens sometimes, so I slammed him with Telekinesis against a wall, I might have accidentally broken his precious wand. I have another in my Inventory anyway. I screamed: "I am not your girl!" You know, old bones are brittle? Yep, I cracked a few... ok more than a few. He got shipped off to Pomfrey. All that time I was sobbing in Fleur's arms. Madame Maxime was a no-go, if I hug her my face would be in her crotch. Hagrid can have that pussy... puss.
Manipulation 49 Acting 44
Barty Senior tried to keep the shipwreck afloat: "We have to inform the champions of the first task. To show us that you can face unknown dangers we will not tell you what you are up against."
I groaned: "So you twat, you are informing us that you are not informing us? Are you under an imperious curse? Looking at that foul thing under your nose, you don't have a brain or tact at all. I am so dead." Fleur started to stroke my hair, it is very suiting, I am feeling tingly all over.
Xxxxx
When I returned to the common room, there was a party in full swing. They all sheered when I crawled through the portrait… another fine invention of the wizarding world. Hide a quarter of the students behind a portrait of a fat woman.
I kind of pictured how the founders planned for it:
Godrick: "Hic, that was a strong drink, Sal."
Salazar: "Yeah, hic... Helga brews a nasty liqueur. What did you call it Helga?"
Helga: "I named it Whiskey just drink and shut up pussies get some hair on your chest. Hic."
Rowena: "Helga, we shaved that off last week because it tickled too much Hic"
Godrick: "Aye, that you did hic, you used bloody blunt knives too."
Salazar: "Aye, It took me two days to recover from that."
Helga: "Pussies, you can't even handle two bottles. Why are we here anyway?"
Rowena: "If I remember it right, we were talking of hiding our students."
Salazar: "hic. Oh yes, we were betting on who was making the most ridiculous entrances to the students' dorm.
Godrick: "I'll go first! I put them on the seventh floor behind the picture of aunt Gabby. They need to say a password to get in and have to crawl in on hands and knees. Hic."
Rowena: "Hah! I can top that! I put them on the seventh floor, but to enter they have to answer silly riddles, the more people are at the door the harder the questions going to be."
Helga: "Hehe, I put them in the cellar behind some barrels, to enter you have to knock on the rhythm you say my name, if you fail you get hosed with dirty fish water. Top that if you can!"
Salazar: "Easy dear Helga! I put them in the dungeons, their common room looks out underwater to the Black Lake. To enter you have to say a password to a blank wall."
Godrick sobered up: "Those are all ridiculous! We all win! Helga open another bottle! You are doing Sal now, Rowena honey, this week I am yours!"
Yep, something like that. They must have been pisdrunk to think of something like that."
Xxxxx
The twins were doing the 'we not worthy' on their knees, the seniors were too drunk already to care, Collin, my private stalker kept on taking pictures. Hermione rushed to me, Ron too, although I saw it coming already.
He started to complain: "Why did you not tell us you entered? I could have put my name in it too! Too good to share the glory huh?" Hermione gasped: "Ron! Rose must have a reason to put her name in that cup." Ok... I did not see that coming.
I asked Ron: "Do you really believe I put my name in that goblet? Truly believe?" He bit back: "Yes I believe that. You are always seeking attention." I looked at Hermione: "And you? Do you really think I put my name in that goblet?" Slowly Hermione nodded.
I sighed: "It hurts to lose friends, but now I realized you never were my friends. I hope you both are happy together because we are done."
I left for my bedroom if I can remember where it is. Ron shouted loud: "Yes, run away you traitor" That is something I can not let go, I turned, amplified my voice, and asked everyone: "Hey all of you! If I had put my name in that Goblet, would Cedric be chosen or me?" Everyone called Cedric!
I continued: "Everyone that thinks a wizard with three years and two months experience can trick a magic artifact from behind an age line raises their hands!" Ron, Hermione, and a couple of third-years raised their hands.
I called: "One more time! If only the third years entered their name with Ron Weasley, would Ron been chosen?" Everyone shouted NOOO!
I conjured a goblet, put it on a table, and walked to a firstie, I gave him a piece of parchment and said: "Dennis, you learned the Leviosa spell, right? I want you to levitate that paper into the goblet. As a matter of fact, any first-year student that can do that from a five yards distance gets a galleon from me." Minutes later, all firsties succeeded.
I spoke up: "Any Muggle-born know the sport Basketball? Are there Quidditch chasers that can throw a ball through a hoop? And last but not least, I could have paid a seventh-year to enter my name, which I did not. I am sick of my fame and am rich enough to consider thousand galleons pocket change. Not bloody worthy to risk my life for."
I said to Ron: "You Ron, are a lazy slob, riding on someone else fame. And you Hermione, you must love to take care of Ronnie to feel needed. Fuck the both of you."
I Cut Chess, Prodigy from the jealous git. Yes, I can be petty, I am a girl, and am allowed to be petty… and pretty. Yes, I looked in a mirror and am a total babe. I would make love to myself if I could, but I'm having my fucking periods.
Xxxxx
I left the common room and went to the RoR, I asked for a cozy bedroom.
Now it was time to get organized, first my little helpers: "Dobby? Can you come… Hi Dobby, I need your help. Would you want to be my elf? A Potter elf?" The little guy blew a fuse, he hugged my legs in a death grip: "Yes! Dobby wants to." That was solved quickly, I asked him: "Do you know another elf to keep you company? I can't always be with you." I know it is spoon-feeding, but I am on a schedule.
Two minutes later Winky joined the Potter Family. I said: "First of all, I don't want to see my family in rags. Dobby, when you bring my trunk in here there are some galleons inside, buy some fabric and design with Winky a proper uniform, one worthy of House Potter, Winky, find a place for yourself here and sleep the butterbeer off. Your duty starts tomorrow, and I love to see you sober." Ok, that handles the elves.
I tried Teleporting, from one side of the room to the other. It was as easy as Phoenix flaming. I Teleported next to Gringotts and went inside, I approached a teller: "Master teller, may we trample our enemy and burn his beard off. Can you point me to my account manager? I don't know his name, mine is Rose Potter."
He answered: "Heiress Potter, I will notify your account manager, go through that door and wait for someone to get you. May your enemies fall before your feet and your vaults filled with gold." Meh, my greeting was better.
Ten minutes later a grumpy Goblin came in: "Follow me, Heiress Potter." We stopped before a door with a nice plaque on it, that said House Potter Account. He sat down behind his desk, and asked: "What do you need or want Heiress Potter?" Hey, that is discrimination! He is much friendlier to females!
I gathered my thoughts: "Today, I was selected into the Tri-Wizard tournament as a fourth Champion. They added me as a Salem Witch Institute student. This tournament is restricted to adults above seventeen. So I want to find out if I am an adult or not. Dumbledore forced me to compete by declaring me a champion. I want a way to contact that Institute to inform them and to ask for advice or aid. Next, I want to block all keys from my vaults, because I suspect Dumbledore is abusing his position to rob my vaults, with or without inside help." meaning you. That last barb hurt him, he began to swear in Gobelybogely… Gooby? Goblins? Meh, he swore in his language. I have to learn it sometimes.
I informed him of my declaration and coming blood feud against House Dumbledore, I added: "Explain to me why I never receive mail from Gringotts? I watched other Heirs receive mail from you, is House Potter too small to send mail to? Are we poor?"
Yep, another round of swearing followed, he slammed on some buttons, and he asked: "You never received mail from us? That is a serious breach of Gringotts policy. I just asked my mother to come here and examine you. And no, Miss Potter, you are quite rich."
I raised my eyebrow: "Oh? Why did I never get new clothes? Or proper food? I had to slave for thirteen years, and now I m rich? Aunt Petunia always bought my clothes from a second-hand store, and always selected the ugliest." Meh, enough of that teenage drama, I just have to get rid of the mail-block, so Dumbledore is in trouble with Gringotts.
The granny came in, waved her dagger, caned her son, began to swear in Gobelely, and removed the mail-block. I denied them to remove the rest, claiming I need it for evidence. With a new key in my hand, I went to the Postal Office, changed my looks to a blond blue-eyed, twenty-year-old pretty girl, and asked the clerk's aid to send an urgent express letter to Salem and one to the representative of Macusa at the ICW. How the owls cross the Atlantic is still a mystery to me.
The clerk was happy to see a pretty face on his night shift and was very helpful. Girls are so cheating characters! They only have to smile with big eyes, and the males are all over them with their paws… Ok, there are some downsides to being a girl too. Those tits, for example, they weigh a ton! My back is killing me. Any male that wants women to have a cup size above C needs to be killed! To save womankind.
Xxxxx
I Ported to my room after changing back to myself and went to bed.
The next morning Winky woke me up: "Mistress Rosey! There are people wanting to speak with you. You must wake up." Grumbling about my lack of sleep I prepared for my day: "Winky? Can you take my measurements and buy a few sets of Salem witches uniforms? If I have them for tomorrow is fine."
I gave her some money from my Inventory. Gilderoy was doing fine, I saved half of what he earned in my Inventory, so I am well off. A few grooming spells later, I was ready to face the new day.
Madame Maxime was waiting for me with McGonagall, four Aurors, and Amelia Bones: "Miss Potter, the head of the DMLE is here to ask some questions to you." I nodded: "Can you stay as a temporary guardian Madame Maxine? Dumbledore is Chief Warlock, so his political pull is too big." Madam Bones dropped her monocle with that comment: "I am certain Headmaster has the best intentions for you Miss Potter."
I looked calculating at her: "Ask your niece for the memory of last night. Madame Maxime, can you give the memory of what happened in the chamber last night? Madam Bones, if you don't have a Pensive, the Potter pensive that Dumbledore stole from House Potter is in the Headmaster's office. You may use that one." McGonagall gasped: "Miss Potter! That is a serious accusation!" I interrupted her: "My House Crest is all over that bowl Mrs. McGonagall! Wake up! Dumbledore is House Potter's enemy and that is final. Madam Bones, come again when you watched those memories.
Xxxxx
Madam Bones came back almost two hours later: "Heiress Potter, those were disturbing memories, both from reliable sources. Declaring Dumbledore an enemy of House Potter is very serious, can you elaborate your reasons?"
That was simple, I exposed all of Dumbledore's dirty laundry… Dammed! That is a nasty mental picture. Hmm, Fleur's Twin Peaks… ok that helped. I stopped with: "Last night I went to Gringotts to ask why I never got a mail from them. A Goblin examined me, there was a mail-block on me, all mail is redirected to somewhere else. It is removed from me now. But now that you are here, can you do a diagnostic spell on me?"
Manipulation 50
After the examination, I asked: "Well Madam Bones? Have you enough power to put that old bastard in Azkaban?" She sighed: "It is not that simple Heiress Potter. To get to him, I need to side with the Dark faction of the Wizengamot. That is political suicide. I have removed the guardianship from Dumbledore for the moment." Coward, I said: "Thank you so much for upholding the law, Madam Bones. You are a prime example of a pureblood witch. I hope your niece doesn't take you as an example. Goodbye Madam Bones."
Xxxxx
At lunch, I sat with Fleur at the Ravenclaw table, the rumor that I put Dumbledore in the Hospital wing with accidental magic was all over school. Cedric did a good job distributing the news and blamed Dumbledore for the accident. I like the puff already, not Like-Like, just like.
The ferret felt the need to get on my bad side: "Hey Potty! Are you angry at your hero? You can always come to me if you want to be with a real man."
Ok… I could not help it, I started laughing, seriously, I could not stop, every time when I looked at little ferret I started again. At last, I said: "Oh, I needed that. Thank you little ferret, but have you ever done something without daddy or that grease ball holding your little pipi?
The whole Hall started laughing, even the Snakes.
Snape called: "Fifty points from Gryffindor for foul language!" I called back: "I am a Salem Witch now you greasy idiot! Shove your points in Dumbledore's ass. Oh no, you usually shove your dick in it, don't you? How else can you hold on to your job?"
Fake Moody started chuckling: "I need to remember that one." McGonagall: "Miss Potter! Mind your language!"
I called back: "It is English Mrs. McGonagall. I can't tell you in French, because it is not that good yet."
McGonagall: "Detention Miss Potter." I grinned: "You can't give detentions to students from another school Madam. Your headmaster expelled me by declaring me a Champion from Salem Witch Institute.
You are however required to provide lodgings to the champions, food, and access to the library. I demand private quarters to prepare for the first task. And I warn you if that Headmaster comes in a radius of ten yards from me I will attack him." Everyone gasped at my statement.
I checked my food for potions, yep, it was in my food and drinks, I checked Fleur's food too. Bingo! An international incident! I called Krum: "Mister Krum! Check your food for potions! Mine and Fleur's are contaminated with potions."
Krum shouted some nasty words, he checked and said: "They are fine Miss Potter." I called back: "Spell for alchemy-based potions, Mr. Krum." When Karakof heard that, he rushed to Krum, he knew the spells. A few moments later Maxime and Karakof were on Minnie's case.
Fleur asked me: "How did you know?" I shrugged: "Every time something happens, none of us tells it to our parents or guardians. How else can he do that?"
Xxxxx
A half-hour later, Madam Bones was back in the castle. Drugging the competition was a major breach of contract, and Maxine and Karakof were milking it to the max. Pun intended.
I approached Madam Bones: "Madam Bones, I am forced to represent my school because my headmistress is not here yet. In her name, I want to press charges to Hogwarts for poisoning the champions from the other schools. It is a stain on Britain that you will allow that senile man run the last bits of reputation into the dirt."
Manipulation 51 Bullshitting 59
Madam Bones just rolled her eyes. I saw that! That is asking for a slap-down: "Madam Bones, what are the people of Macusa going to do if the word comes out you are forcing a fourteen-year-old girl into an adult dangerous competition. And to top that, you enter her on their schools' name. It is clearly an attack on the integrity of their school! Then you drug us so their Champion can look good."
Hah! Take that Bones! She paled more and more with every sentence I spoke. I nodded: "Now you understand? Just to prove you are better than them. You better prepare, because I wrote letters to Salem and the representative of the ICW. I expect them here tonight or tomorrow." Bones rushed away.
Xxxxx
Am I ruthless? Maybe I am, but I am a fourteen-year-old girl, alone against everyone. So I kick ass.
Now that I think of it, the goat is still with Poppy, it is time to raid the goat's office. I went to the RoR and changed into my Phoenix. I flamed to Fawkes and Dispelled the Curse. With an angry chirp, Fawkes flamed away. Tomorrow roasted goat is on the menu. I started to rob the place clean, my pensive, books, Grimoire's, even Flamels Stone, my Inventory took it all. Fawkes came back and together we toasted his place, Fawkes took especially offense at the robes.
After that, we played for hours, our game of tag through the castle ended in the Ravenclaw common room where I spotted Luna. We landed on her shoulders, Fawkes took a good look in her eyes, turned to some students, and gave an evil look. I tried it too, I looked into Luna's eyes, and saw the sorrow and loneliness, with the ones responsible for it.
Angry, I screeched at them. I flamed Luna with me to the RoR, Fawkes followed, I changed back to myself and called Dobby and Winky: "Dobby, Winky, Luna has a lot of her stuff missing, can you get her trunk here along with her lost stuff? She will be staying with us for a while."
Luna looked at me and asked: "Why are you a boy? And yet you are a girl." I shrugged: "I was a little boy, then a bigger boy, then a stupid man, now I am a girl. I don't know what I am going to be next. Now, your Mage Sight is hindering your education, learn to turn it off before you get Nargels yourself. I enlarged the bed and we went to sleep.
Xxxxx
Lying in my bed I was going over my feelings, that Horcrux is affecting my temper, no, not the Horcrux alone, but also the abuse I got from the Dursleys.
I lashed out like an angry cat to everyone, Lockhart was making fun of, and with everyone, I am turning everyone against me. Once the Headmistress is here the Horcrux got to go, and maybe I visit a mind healer.
Wisdom +1
20 Salem Witches.
The next morning I woke up, Luna is a bloody Koala, she held me in a death grip. Gently I woke her up: "Wake up honey, it is almost time for breakfast. The RoR provided a nice shower, Luna got most of her stuff back and I have my new school uniform.
From a boy's point of view, this uniform is way better, the skirt is above the knee, the shirt allowed some cleavage, all in all, an improvement. From a girl's point of view… I look mighty sexy in it, but I don't like the draft down below. The wind has free range down there.
I ended with the most important part: the spell that prevents boys to look up the skirts. I showed the spell to Luna, she shrugged: "They never tried to look up my skirt." I answered: "We will give them some reasons to do so, come here and let me fix your hair."
I Paste Wandless on Luna and taught her the sparkling eyes and billowing cloak, even the shine on the teeth. Next, I explained to instead of radish-ear-rings she should use the essence as a perfume to deflect the nargels, lining her clothes with cork instead of necklace and a few rings with the same metal as the butterbeer caps. Luna's eyes were sparkling with my suggestions, but then again it could be the spell.
A year with Lockhart was an eye-opener, soon Luna was a solid 8.7, with the right clothes and attitude she can even go above 9.5.
Xxxxx
We made heads turn when we entered the Great Hall. Eyes sparkling, cloaks billowing and our head held high with a big smile. We made a big impression.
I sat next to Fleur and put Luna on my other side: "Miss Delacour, meet Luna Lovegood, Luna, this is Miss Fleur Delacour. Miss Delacour, Luna here has a special gift, she has mage sight, she can see magic interact with people and enchanted items."
Fleur smiled at Luna: "Pleased to meet you, Miss Luna, I envy you for that ability. I want to be an enchanter and that would be a great help."
Flitwick came to our table: "Miss Lovegood? Where were you last night? The prefects told me two phoenixes took you away." Ah, it is time to have some fun: "I can answer that Mr. Flitwick. Those phoenixes delivered Luna to me. They noticed Miss Luna is bullied by some nasty Nargels and delivered her to me so I can put her in House Potters protection.
It is sad, that you are too busy to care for your students and that your prefects are part of the problem. But don't worry, I will protect Miss Luna from now on. Favored by two phoenixes is special don't you think so? I already asked house elves to search for the possessions that were stolen from Miss Luna.
Being bullied for possessing Mage sight, Rowena's gift they call it shows that your Claws are not so intelligent after all."
Flitwick was stunned: "Bullied for having mage sight? That is unheard of! "I looked at him with pity: "Mr. Flitwick did those Prefects never report that Luna was missing on other nights? Those Nargels often locked her out of the dorm so she had to sleep in an abandoned classroom."
Flitwick went to the prefects for an explanation.
I said to Fleur: "Luna had her mage sight on all day, and explained the things she saw with names she and her mother came up with. Luna's mother passed away a few years back, so she kept the names to feel connected to her mum. The names sounded a little silly and she is getting bullied because of it."
Fleur was touched: "Luna dear, you must come to Beaubatons! Girls with such a rare gift are cherished." I nodded: "Yes Luna or you come with me to Salem, this school is subpar anyway."
Flitwick hear my last remark: "Miss potter! That is slander. Don't do baseless accusations, that can get you in trouble." I rolled my eyes: "Mr. Flitwick, the History of magic is taught by a ghost, that has the ability to get you asleep in ten minutes. He is just reciting from the textbook anyway. Muggle studies are so far behind that she thinks muggles ride in horseless carriages, I bet she thinks those lines airplanes make in the sky are new kinds of striped clouds.
Divination is taught by a drunk woman that predicts my death every two days. Care for magic creatures is taught by a man without common sense. Crossbreeding Fire crabs with Manticores is sane? Flying classes are taught on brooms that are not even good enough for firewood. Dada has a different teacher each year, most are incompetent idiots. Remember Lockhart?
The biggest incompetent teacher is Snape, if you are not a Slytherin then you will never get into his Newt class, our you have to be tutored at home. He may be a potion master, but he is not, and never will be a teacher. His teaching skill is copying the recipe on a blackboard and insulting the students from the other houses.
Those are seven courses, Mr. Flitwick. Can you deny what I said? And a lot of courses are dumbed down because there may be a dark spell somewhere in it."
Flitwick sighed and left, there was no way he could defend the school against what I said. My rant was heard by a lot of people. Fleur commented: "Morgana! Is it that bad? Luna! You must come to our school."
We checked our food and ate, Fleur complimented my uniform: "You look pretty in it Rose, it is much more flattering than the Hogwarts uniform." I flipped my hair and said: "Yes, I am sexy, I am Rose Potter, Vanquisher of Voldemort three times over, Slayer of Basilisks, the Bane of Dementors, the Heroin in several books, and currently competing in Teen Witch Weekly for first place on the most beautiful smile. I think the other one is cheating though."
Hah! I did a Gilderoy! Fleur was puzzled: "Three times over? I thought you only have to kill him once?" I shrugged: "The bastard cheated, somehow he is still here as a wraith of some kind. In my first year he possessed our DaDa teacher, I killed the bastard at the end of the year, the year after he possessed a student by a cursed book, I killed that bastard too. He keeps on coming back."
Xxxxx
The rumor mill reported that Dumbledore is at St. Mungo's with heavy burn wounds, Fawkes lit his face on fire, I am surprised he kept him alive. Anyway, Dumbledore is out for a week or two. I am skipping classes to spend some time in the library.
Pince grumbled, but as a champion, I have free access to the library. Too bad I know everything already, last level, I Copied everything from the teachers, and as a teacher myself, I raided the library completely… I am bored.
Hmm, what to do… Ah! The Secret Chamber! Myrtle was in her toilet, she is my besty now. The sink had a lot of monitoring spells on it, so I moved them to another sink and opened the passageway. On the way, the cave-in was easily fixed, the shed skin went into my Inventory, The Basilisk was still fresh, my Inventory took him in too. The treasure Luna found at the previous level is mine now. Greed, thy name is Rose Potter!
The books, I left them behind after I learned them all. That is the only useful thing about the Game, it views all books as Skill books. I closed all doors and went upstairs.
Xxxxx
To kill some time, I hunted the Horcruxes down. The trill is gone if you know where they are and how to Dispel them, the moment I got the ring…
Title Reactivated: Master of Death
Cheapskate didn't even give me a reward.
New Skill: Baseless Complaining 5
Son of a bitch! Anyway, I went to the graveyard, and was pondering on how to contaminate those bones, Squirrel? No that has been done, rabbit is out of the question too. That naffer probably would hump me. Turtle? Nah, that gives him a shell. Birds will give him wings… no matter how I look at it, it would turn him into a fucking Pokemon. I decided on a toad, then he would match Umbitch.
I accio'd some toads, gave them a painless death, I am not a monster… I think. I summoned the bones of Riddle senior, grind them together with the toad bones and transfigured them back to the original size, and returned them back into the grave. I did all this invisible, the mansion was close by and I have to fill my year. Technically I just could have grabbed him in his homunculus body, destroy all Horcruxes, and kill the other champions. That would make me the winner of the Tri-Wizard cup. It is just those dungeons are a pain in the ass. It takes forever to gain a level.
Baseless Complaining 8
Wtf? Has it found another Skill to sass me with? Well, I am going to take my time with it… Not! It sucks to be a girl! I miss my dingeling. Peeing sitting down is sort of ok, but the maintenance of those fucking periods sucks big time, even with sanitary spells.
Am I going Yuri? What happens when I level up? Will she find a boy when I'm gone? Then again, what will happen with the Gilderoy now that I am gone? Will he keep the memories and skills?
Xxxxx
Lunch with Fleur and Luna was fun, Luna explained the nargels and their function, the Claws cringed every time she said Nargle. Fawkes came for a visit and sat on my shoulder… does that peacock have a crush on me? There is no way that I am going to lay eggs and sit on them! Maybe I am overthinking it, although he is looking strange at me.
McGonagall came to me for a talk: "Miss Potter, why haven't you gone to your classes today? Attendance is mandatory for students." I looked at her with a smile: "So young and already senile? Did you forget that old goat who made me a champion? He expelled me from Hogwarts, so I am preparing for my first task. Sleeping in History class won't help me at all. And getting insulted by that death eater in that useless potion class either.
Are you here to show me my private quarters? As a Champion from a foreign school, it is my right to have them. Or do I have to set a tent up on the front lawn?"
McGonagall protested: "You need to sleep in your bed at the Gryffindor dormitory Miss potter!"
I sighed: "Listen, and listen good Minerva when this tournament is over I leave this school forever. I am a student of Salem Witches Institute now, your boss in all his wisdom expelled me by declaring me a champion from another school. Now private quarters or do I have to go to the papers and explain some of the things that are happening here?"
McGonagall paled: "Surely you don't mean it Miss potter, how can you leave this life behind?"
I shrugged: "Laughing, singing, and dancing? This school is a hell hole and the teachers are responsible for creating it. Remember in my first year? When you send me for detention to Hagrid to look for something that was killing unicorns? Imagine that Miss Fleur, an eleven-year-old girl is forced to scout the forbidden forest to look for something that is capable of killing unicorns? I even found the bastard, a Centaur had to intervene to save my life."
Fleur swore: "Merde! Madame, you are insane! How are you allowed to be around children? Rose, if Salem does not want to take you in, Beaubatons surely will. Madame, Rose has a right to private quarters, refusing them is a breach of contract and heavily fined. That will be on top of the fine for poisoning us."
This was something Kitty was not used to. Students were berating her behavior. The sad part was that we are right to do so. Almost every Claw and Puff was following the conversation.
I added: "Second year was a blast too, students get petrified, Collin Creevy in November, and guess what? They waited until May for their mandrake's to mature for the antidote. So Collin was six months petrified. SIX MONTHS! Clearly, the only mandrakes in the world are grown in Hogwarts. There was nowhere in the world that have mandrakes in season.
And guess what Fleur? Collin was brought to the hospital wing when I was there to regrow the bones of my left arm. And still, they blamed me for it! To top it all, those incompetent teachers allowed the students to bully me. Just because I can talk to snakes. Am I wrong Minerva?
You know what Fleur? I did find the thing that was petrifying students and killed it. A Basilisk of more than seventy feet long. Do you know a fun side effect of it? Every student in school that year has a life debt to me. Even the teachers."
Fleur started laughing: "Morgana! When I think this school can't sink any lower, you push it further down."
The students could not laugh at all, having a life debt over your head is horrifying.
I continued: "Third year was fun, my Godfather by ritual escaped Azkaban, he saw the real traitor on the cover of the Daily Trash in his rat animagus form. So the idiots from the ministry thought it was a good idea to station Soul sucking demons around the school, to catch him.
Three times did they attack me. The last time I had to chase more than a hundred Dementors away from me and my godfather. Dumbledore knows he is innocent but does nothing about it. Now Minerva, point me to my private quarters or I do I call in your life debt and order you point me to one?"
McGonagall sighed and asked: "What happened to you, Miss Potter?" I glared at her: "You and that old bastard happened to me! You dropped me at the Dursleys as a piece of garbage. They treated me like a dirty slave, I had to fend that pervert away from me, and every holiday you send me back there."
I stood up and said: "Private quarters now." McGonagall showed me quarters on the fourth floor, I set the password, and said to Kitty: "You claimed to be friends of my parents, what would they say on how I was treated here?" Without a word she turned and left. I changed the password again and called Dobby to move our stuff.
Xxxxx
I went over the conversation again, with every sentence I got angrier. Each event I recalled, played in my head and fired my temper up. It is hard to joke about, hehe, I just chased a hundred dementors away and almost died. A hundred demons wanted to snog me.
My first kiss was almost my last? Hey? Did I kiss someone already? I went over my memories, nope not one, but I did notice Ron and Hermione shielding me from everyone. I hope they are not Dumbledore's stooges. I called Winky to fetch Luna, to show her the new quarters and password.
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Anyway, classes began, and I visited Grimmauld place 12. I knocked on the door, Kreacher was his nasty self but was happy to present the locket, the Dispelling was easy. I ordered him to tell Sirius and Walburga the tale from master Regulus and deliver a note to Gringotts telling them about Bella's Vault.
What to do… to get Sirius free I need the support of the majority of the Wizengamot. The light side is getting buggered by Dumbledore, and Lucius has the Dark side in his control. That left the Gray's… It is convenient that the Greengrasses have that blood curse, I can use that as leverage. I think Astoria is in the first year now.
First things first. I changed galleons into pounds and went shopping. That bitch Petunia only bought granny underwear for me, I made my face look older and visited a few shops.
Shopping as a girl takes forever! With every piece of clothing I had to check if it made my ass look fat, or that my boobs had the right push-up to accentuate my assets. Dinner was already served when I returned.
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I took a seat next to Daphne Greengrass and asked: "Miss Greengrass, I have a business proposition for your family, can you meet me after dinner in my private quarters? If you like, you may bring your sister and Miss Davis with you."
Daphne looked calculating at me, the last days were not normal ones, from the selection of the champions I behaved very differently: "Alright, after dinner, we will follow you there."
Ferret boy could not help himself: "What are you doing here Potty? Shouldn't you be with your loony and the Veela?" I rolled my eyes: "Put a sock in it ferret face, be sure to thank your daddy for being responsible for all those life debts the students owe me. It was his cursed artifact that was responsible for opening the Secret Chamber after all."
Several Slytherins swore. Daphne asked me: "Why do you think we owe you a life debt?" I shrugged: "I killed single-handed a seventy-plus feet long basilisk down there, imagine what would happen if that snake came to dinner here? How many would survive? And it was daddy Malfoy causing it with that cursed artifact. I can show you the shed skin I found along the way to the chamber, it is in my room. I am certain there are spells that can show who has a life debt to who."
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Ow! it is not that bad! Snape came snooping: "Potter, get back at your table. Ten points from Gryffindor." I grinned at Daphne and said: "Did that idiot forget I am from Salem now? I even have the uniform! Oh, I have it! I'll prove the life debt right here and now. Severus Snape! I call in your life debt to me. From this day forth you are in service of House Potter. You are to teach potions equal to all houses. You have to explain and show the proper way to prepare the ingredients and tools. You are to guide the students through the complete brewing process. You are to grade and behave fair to all students. So, Mote, It Be."
Well, Snape with a glow on him is an improvement in the looks department. Tattoos appeared on his neck and wrists. His face was going through every emotion, from surprise, a shock to amazement, fear, anger, and finally, pain when he wanted to hex me.
I shoo him away: "Go back to the teacher's table Sevvy, and remember, Slytherin dorm is not a death eater training camp." I turned to Little Draco: "Look at what you made me do! Now I have that disgusting creep as a servant! Why do you always open your big mouth when grown-ups are talking?"
The Slytherin table was dead quiet after I slaved Snape, suddenly making fun of Rose Potter lost its appeal.
I happily ate my dinner, Krum, who was listening in, asked me: "Miss Rose, can I see the snakeskin too? I am curious about the size."
I nodded: "You are welcome for a visit Mr. Krum, I can even do better. Yesterday those Phoenixes returned my family pensive that Dumbledore stole from my parents. I can show you the memory of the kill.
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After dinner I invited Fleur and Luna to come along, the group expanded with Krum, Daphne, Astoria, Tracey, two Slytherin prefects, Cedric and Neville. Neville was just passing by, I dragged him along.
In my quarters Winky prepared tea and biscuits while I went to my bedroom to supposedly take the skin out of my trunk. The skin left everyone shocked, they half expected me to exaggerate my story.
I Levitated my Pensive in the middle of the room and extracted the memory of the kill. I put it in the pensive and warned them: "It is messy and disturbing, enter at your own risk. Don't blame me for your nightmares."
Everyone was too curious, the memory started with Lockhart obliviating himself till I helped Ginny up. When we came out of the Pensive everyone was messed up. The girls screamed themselves hoarse, the Slytherin prefects were especially disturbed with the news Voldemort was a half-blood.
Tracey panted: "Morgana's saggy tits! That beast is bigger than a whale! And you killed it with a freaking sword? How crazy is that? How are you even alive? You got bloody bitten by a giant basilisk!"
Cedric said: "Rose if you had put your name in the goblet, your name would have been chosen for Hogwarts. No doubt about it."
Fleur hugged me: "Rose, you are definitely not a little girl. Those life debts are well deserved." Krum confirmed it: "Da, you are a worthy opponent, Miss Rose. We have to take you seriously now." Crap, there goes my pity scheme.
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When people left, Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria stayed behind, Luna went to her room to do her homework. Daphne asked: "Can you tell me your business proposition Heiress Potter?"
Heiress Potter? She too got a wake-up call, I started explaining: "It is not one but several Heiress Greengrass. My Godfather Sirius Black was put in Azkaban without a trial, a trial that would have proved that he was innocent. I want a trial for Sirius. Malfoy will block it because the ferret is next in line. Fudge is Malfoy's butt boy so he won't help either.
I want to hire you to sell the basilisk body, I only need the skeleton. I offer a 5% commission for negotiating with the buyers.
Last but not least, I met someone that is capable of removing the blood malediction curse from your Family. My demands are that House Potter and Black are accepted in your alliance and protected by it. Especially me, as the last of the Potters I am an easy target. I want to choose my own husband instead of being forced to one."
Daphne looked troubled: "If you didn't show the basilisk, I would never have believed you. Are you certain your friend is able to remove the curse?"
I shrugged: "Yes I am sure. She was the one that examined me and found everything that is wrong with me. She told me to go to Gringotts to prove there was a mail-block on me, every letter was diverted away from me. When enough people have examined me, she will fix me too."
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The Greengrasses left with a series of memory vials for Daddy Greengrass, including the memory of Madam Bones denying aid to me because of political reasons. I recon a few days for processing it all before they will contact me.
The next morning I received a letter from Salem:
Dear Miss Potter,
We are very troubled by the news of you being selected to represent our school. Our professors are as we speak going over the history and the rules of that contest. I have to be honest with you Miss Potter, going on the previous tournaments, the chances of getting out unharmed are very low.
It is customary to send a delegation to the tournament, but we have trouble finding any that want to witness a young witch going through dangerous trials.
Expect our assistant Defense professor and four Newt students sometime next week.
We send a letter to Hogwarts with this information, and our representative of the ICW will make certain that you are properly treated.
Yours truly
Mrs. Weissmuller.
Principal of Salem Witches Institute.
I went with the letter to McGonagall: "Mrs. McGonagall, the delegation from Salem, can you house them close to my room please?" She nodded stiffly, the message I sent through Snape shook them up.
New Title: Bane of Hogwarts