"Possibly," Hermione allowed. "But Mackenzie has been here for six year and that ritual was only a few months ago so he's probably safe if he stays with her. But by artist it could be a musician like Moon, or even someone that uses magic 'artistically'. I suspect it is more the mental activity they are attracted to then any particular medium."
"I'm fairly sure Moon is safe too," Padma quipped. "My sister may drain the life out of him but she'll do it the old fashioned way."
"Marriage?" Harry asked innocently. That earned him a couple slaps from Padma and a few thrown pillows from Daphne and Hermione while the guys laughed. They were all grateful for the levity though.
A short time later the group broke up. Daphne and Padma roomed in with Hermione and the Fifth year Gryffindor girls since it wasn't safe to be walking the Hogwarts halls at night.
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Daphne was right in that the next morning a pair of Auror investigators stopped Harry to ask him some questions. The one tried to grill Harry for answers while his partner stood back with his wand held at the ready by his side. Obviously they had seen the replay of the fight in Diagon Alley.
In the end, they let him continue on to the Great Hall for breakfast with a warning they would be watching him. Harry shrugged. He'd expected it. It wasn't like they hadn't already been watching him since he returned to school. He started to walk away, but then stopped and turned back.
"Let me ask this, if the school is so dangerous that we need a constant Auror presence, why not just close it and send us all home?"
"Is that what you want?" the lead investigator asked suspiciously. "Do you want Hogwarts empty?"
'Dear Merlin,' Harry thought, 'Moody must have trained this one!' Harry turned and left without dignifying the question with an answer. His blood was boiling and he could feel the Beast wanting to rage. It didn't help that his human side wanted to whip out his wand and start cursing all of them
When Harry entered the Great Hall, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
All of the conversation instantly stopped as people turned to glare at Harry with suspicious eyes. Harry ignored them and walked to the Gryffindor table where his friends were waiting.
"What did you do to Hildy?!" The question was shouted from the Slytherin table. Harry turned to see an older Slytherin wizard standing with his wand drawn. "Where is she, you bastard!"
"I had nothing to do with it," Harry responded in an icy voice. "I wouldn't even know the girl if she stood in front of me."
"Right, Potter," the wizard responded sarcastically. "And where were you all weekend? Learning more Dark Arts?" That got a murmur of agreement.
"Yes, you pathetic excuse for a wizard," Harry hissed. "I was in London learning the Darkest of Arts… clothes shopping!" That actually got a giggle from a few girls including Padma and Hermione.
Harry pulled out his wand causing a number of the students to shrink back. Harry didn't realize it but his control over the glow of his eyes was now completely gone. The unmasked glare of the Beast, an apex predator, increased their level of fear a whole order of magnitude. It even froze many of the professors in their chairs.
"I swear on my magic that I had nothing to do with either of the missing girls and have shared every pertinent fact I am aware of with Professor Dumbledore." Harry wand pulsed sealing his oath. But Harry wasn't done.
"I am tired of all of you. With the exception of my friends, all of you have gossiped and slandered me since I have arrived in the Wizarding World. Well, fuck you all." A gasp went through the crowd as they had never heard Harry use that kind of language before.
"I have never done anything to earn your hatred, scorn, or suspicion. Tell me one person I've attacked or harmed that hasn't attacked me first? You call me 'Grey' because I killed men trying to kill me and who killed twelve innocent people. You call me 'hero' for killing the man that killed my parents. Hypocrites! You celebrate Halloween as the day I defeated Voldemort - well I mourn it as the day I lost my parents! Hey Sue, your parents were burned alive in their house a few weeks before mine were killed. How about in a few weeks we have a marshmallow roast to commemorate! We can make S'mores! I know, we'll invite the rest of your Ministry boot-lickers as well; pour some sand on the beach of the lake for you all to stick your head in!"
The red-headed Hufflefuff looked shocked and angry at Harry's shots at her. Neville didn't look any happier. But Harry wasn't done yet.
"And as for McLaggen, Grayson, Parkinson, Corner and the rest of Tommy's arseboys, pay attention. You've seen what I do to people that attack me and mine. I swear to God I will make what I did in the Alley look like love taps in comparison if you touch one of my friends or family.
"So fine, you don't want my help? You don't trust me? Then I am out. I will defend my Pack and leave the rest of you to the predators that are out there. The last war with Voldemort killed more purebloods than half-bloods or First Generations. He probably killed more of his own Death Eaters than the Ministry ever managed! Now we've got something else hunting us; something that could potentially make Voldemort look like a 'muggle-baiter' in comparison. So good luck with that, sheep!"