Harry left Pr Flitwick's office this afternoon with a beginning of headache.

So, earlier in the day, they had the first lesson of flight with Pr Hooch and the Hufflepuff. Everything was going fine, summoning the broom with 'up', getting on it and starting to fly only a meter from the floor, then five because they all looked to be handling it. But then, because Justin, Kevin and him were muggle-raised, they started racing, which was still normal until it wasn't. Because the broom of Hogwarts were old and would vibrate when too high (probably for security mesure as they heard how Neville Longbottom was sent to the hospital wing for this exact reason), they would also fly too far in some direction when not careful.

Harry was, most of the time, but Justin wasn't and almost went to crash on the ground when he let go of the handle under the surprise. Harry flight so fast that he didn't realize what he did until he was holding Justin's hand in his and hoist him on his broom, right behind him.

Professor Hooch gave them an earful when they landed, saying how first year coould be so reckless and unattentive, while gleaming almost manically at him.

He ended in his head of house's office, with the half-goblin inviting him on considering trying for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Harry was too shocked to say anything, so he listened for a full hour the head being fanatic over the most famous wizard sport, saying how the school could purchase a new broom just for him to use during the matches because of how first years can't own their own broom (which echoed what Harry said to Kevin at Madam Guipure's shop talking about Quidditch too) and because Harry was one rare talent that happened in century and such raw talent shouldn't be hidden.

Harry asked to think about it, but was heavily adviced to show up for the try-out during the second week. He could only accept, you see.

But first, he still had to learn the homorphus charm, among other spells because he and Kevin didn't stop since that first night where they went through all the spells on the charm programme.

They now knew to cast all the elemental spells (incendio, aguamenti, ventus and all the earth magic, because they could grow crops! And fondation of houses!), the anti-theft charm (because it always important to take care of their belongings), the muggle-repelling charm (in case they will need it once out of Hogwarts even though they're not allowed magic outside) and the revelio charm because they thought it could have told them if one mineral spring was drinkable or not. Well, tough luck, when Hermione heard of it, she gave them one long rant they wouldn't be able to forget that it had nothing to do with what they were looking for. And they didn't get the spell they wanted, in the end. Which was unfair, she only chewed them out because she was envious they were fast learner, more than her as she had a whole year to self-learn hence why she's so advanced and they had only two weeks of practice.

So, the homorphus charm.

It took some time because Kevin wanted to master the mending, cleaning and the healing charm first, since it's really important to be neat and tidy. And healthy, of course. Though, Harry was starting to feel unnerved if they kept delay the homorphus charm any longer.

He's not one to be easily distracted of his goal, he always did one hundred percents of what he's doing, just so to hear the Dursley's praises and acceptances, so postponing what he was intending to learn and perfecting was itching him badly.

When they eventually deemed they were good with the spell, they cast it on all the owls in the aviary. Nothing happened, which was good, though a little disappointing as they didn't know if they succeeded or not. And they couldn't possibly cast it on Pr MacGonagall, especially if it required asking her to morph into her cat form just for their own pleasure. Having her looking at them sternly wasn't worth to satisfy their curiosity.

Unless...

They didn't have much time to think about it that it was time for the Quidditch try-out.

Even though Kevin wasn't as appealed by the sport as he didn't get much sensation after the first time flying, he went with Harry to see what it was they're doing to choose the player and had some idea of the sport before the actuals matches.

So were their fellow agemates, who were much too stunned to see Harry being heavily recommanded by their head. Even more when he was taken without much hesitation, with the school personal broom just for him.

This evening, everyone having access of the common room (which was everyone who could answer the riddle of the knocker) could see this new model of comet displayed by the boy dormitory's entrance and could taken only by Harry after a anti-theft and locking charms performed by Kevin that earned the house 10 points for their advancement on the programme.

When Ron heard about it the next morning, he asked to see it. Draco, who was also a fan of Quidditch and possibly a future player, asked the same.

The two boys, expectedly, went to argue who asked first and could see it first. And because Harry was a little shit (sometimes, most times), he said they could just answer the knocker's riddle, which Draco ran for it while taunting Ron's lack of academics. Seeing the boy's as red as his hair, Harry took pity and said he will let him see it if he could have an audience with Scabbers.

Eager to sell his pet for higher bid, Ron accepted and almost shove the rat to Harry's face. At first confused, Kevin immediately understood Harry's intention and pulled out his wand at the same time he did. Encaging the struggling rat in his hand, both Kevin and Harry pointed their wand and muttered the homorphus charm.

A silence passed as nothing happened.

Then, Harry howled as something really heavy was crushing his hand and soon enough, the boys had a full grown adult between them.

Ron screamed, Kevin almost let go of his wand, not expecting that something would actually happen and Harry had still his hand and arm crushed under the weight of a dirty and distraught man. The man's eyes met his and he was suddely shouting at his friend to catch him, feeling panic raised inside him for whatever reason.

But neither Ron nor Kevin knew any spells for incarceration, Harry neither but he was still screaming murder when the man stole Ron's wand to muffle him with non-verbal spell before incarcerating him. Offended, Harry fidgeted wildly, while Kevin was casting fire and water spells alike, but missing each time.

Seeing as the man had to dodge Kevin's poor aim, Harry used the fact he was busy to trip him from behind, regretting to have his arms and top of body bound hence preventing him to give him a judo flip. His kick did almost nothing to the adult opponent, but it was enough to distract him and Kevin cast a wand-lighting charm, blinding the man. And Ron finally moved by throwing himself on the intruder and imposter.

Because it wasn't enough to knock him down, Kevin sprayed the man of water, hoping it could be enough. Ron took back his wand and did the only thing he could, he kicked the man between his legs, making him yowl. Harry took him aside because it wasn't working and pointed to himself, or tried to, so he could be free. Even though Ron didn't know any spell, he saw his mother and all his brothers do some magic, or at least end spells due to the twins prankster nature, so he pointed his wand on Harry and cast the general counter spell, first on the mouth then on the rope.

"Thank you, now let's apprehend this scruffy man."

"Or call a teacher to help us take him down!" Kevin yelled at them, losing patience.

He was still dousing the man of water and if it did slow him, it wasn't enough to stop him, although he was struggling to stand due to the excruciating pain in his lower body. Ron got quite the strength in his kick. 

"Right," and Ron vanished.

Harry thought about everything they self-learned and couldn't come up with anything so he asked Kevin to stop and just did another judo technique. By the time Ron came back with Pr MacGonagall, Harry was locking the man in a triangle choke with Kevin assisting as gaping audience. The head of Gryffindor gasped.

Understandable, but there were still two students struggling against an adult intruder.

"Peter Pettigrew?"

That was more unexpected. The deputy headmistress knew the stranger that was morphed into the Weasley pet rat?

"You knew this rat animagus?!" Kevin had to yell impolitely.

"An animagus?!" Pr. MacGonagall gasped again.

"Maybe later? He just hid himself as a pet rat for nine years and attacked us when we uncovered him!"

"Alright, mister Potter, you may release him." At Harry offended look, she had to add : "If I shall cast an incarcerous spell, you better withdraw or you'll be taken too."

Much better, Harry let go of the man and watched the witch bound him with the same spell he was victim earlier, lift the body in the air with a non-verbal spell before staring at the boys.

Who stared back.

"I think you should all go to the hospital wing to check any injury after the man's attack, as you said."

"And then?"

"You're free to do what you want on your week-ends, Messrs."

"Yeah, but what about him? Peter Pettigrew?"

The professor drew a breath and watched Harry with wide eyes, who slowly widened his in return. What did ue say wrong? 

"The board will take care of that, you don't have to worry about anything."

"So, we did good in learning the homorphus charm, didn't we?" he dared to ask cheekily. 

Pr. MacGonagall watched both him and Kevin with a stunned expression, unable to find her words. She eventually glanced at the prisonner who was still struggling in his soaked clothes but silently, probably a silencing charm, and nodded carefully.

"Yes, mister Potter, and mister Entwhistle, you did good learning some advanced spells. I have to take care of everything now. Don't worry."

And she left them at that.

 

Despite being told to not worry, Harry couldn't let the matter go just like that.

Like, the man turned himself as rat for nine years (hello?) and hid himself among a wizard family (hello?!) and Harry was pretty sure he lost a finger but it coudn't be his doing, he didn't have the time to kick him, and there too, and the professor didn't comment on it either!

So because he wanted to look for information on wizard, he asked Draco.

With some luck, it's a pure-blood (he did live with the Weasley for nine years, like, hello?!?!), if not he hoped his father heard about it as Pr. MacGonagall seemed to know him.

Draco didn't know any Peter Pettigrew, or Pettigrew family for that matter.

Just when he was wondering if the man was a muggleborn, Blaise Zabini, coming from Italy because his beautiful mother married a British man at last (after seven times!), pulled an article of ten years ago where the very name appeared.

Apparently, he was supposed to be dead after being blasted, along with twelve muggles in the muggle world, by the then claimed death eater Sirius Black. The death eater was the term they called the dark lord's followers. Dark lord who was defeated by Harry when he was one. Oh, and both Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black were known to be the Potters' best friends, before the tragic event depicting Sirius Black betraying them and going insane to murder another of his best friend and send to Azkaban for life sentence as result.

Which wasn't true since Peter Pettigrew was very much alive, according to Pr. MacGonagall's claim.

Harry needed time to proceed all this information.

And not because he just learn that Blaise Zabini, among other students, possessed decade old newspaper article just because it was related to Harry Potter, the savior of Wizarding World. Really, he knew Blaise Zabini wasn't, like, a fan, just keeping up with the news, that he kept by his side because said savior will be his classmate (thank you for pointing it out, Pansy), but Harry just needed time because he didn't know that his parents had friends or were even betrayed by said friends. Or that they were still alive.

He stopped listening when they said that Sirius Black was far from alive, following the official definition, because being sent to Azkaban meant irremediable mind break due to the dementors, the jailers that suck the life out of you. Literally. 

It was just too much.

He tried to sleep on it, hoping that Pr. MacGonagall really knew what she was doing and that justice be done for this one friend of his parents and the other one who betrayed them.

 

He didn't sleep.

Ron noticed it first thing when he was invited into their common room to see the broom and was as distracted as he was. He also tried to clear himself, saying that he had no idea that, that his pet rat for nine years, Scabbers, was actually an animagus in disguise and who slept with all of his brothers and him, and thanks Merlin not with their sister. That he already wrote a letter to his parents to ask where, the bloody hell, did Scabbers come from? What was the, sodding, story of adopting a rat of all animal? He was also sorry for not being of much help yesterday and even let the man steal his wand like a rookie.

Kevin was the one to reassure him because Harry was too unfocused to say anything.

He excused himself and went to knock on the deputy headmistress' door.

He didn't know if she would be there on sunday, or even the week-end since she had to deal with a supposedly death eater, traitor of the good cause who sold the Potters and passed for dead to put the blame on an innocent.

When only the silence answered him, he went to knock on his head of house's door. Still nothing. He wandered to the hospital wing and noticed that the matron was watching him with watchful eyes. And he knew that she knew.

"May I know where's the deputy headmistress?"

"Probably with the headmaster."

"And where can I find the headmaster?"

"In his office, I assume."

"Where's his office?"

The matron stopped and gave him an overview before sighing.

"I guess you have the right to know. On the headmaster tower, through the Gargoyle corridor, fizwizbiz."

Harry looked at her for a long moment before nodding, he assumed the magical sweet name was the password. He read that Gryffindor and Slytherin's common room needed a password for access (and Ron confirmed him yesterday), so to reach the headmaster you needed a password too, through he wonder why.

Even though one wanted an audience with the headmaster, why make the access so guarded?

If one is going to be expelled and be sent to the headmaster's office, why made it so difficult to learn it? What if the parents will be called, they had to go through so much to learn their child was getting expelled? And to get out, did it need a password too?

So many questions, many more, and Harry won't get an answer because he met the deputy headmistress by the Gargoyle before having the chance to give his first password.

"So?"

"So? You have to be more specific, mister Potter."

"More specific? Didn't you say you were going to take the matter on hand about the man who sold my parents and make their friend a scapegoat?"

Again, she drew a breath, clearly shocked. He wondered why, in her letter, she clearly implied that he should know about his parents, but now that he did, she was gobsmacked.

Made it made sense.

"Mister Potter, I understand your feelings and that you must feel quite frustrated after learning that your parents friends are known to have betray them but you have to let us, the adult, handle that."

"How? Because last time you adults dealt with it, you sent an innocent to Azkaban, the wizard prison with dementors as jailers. Life sucking jailors."

He's just repeating what he heard, but till now those pureblood told him the truth so he can trust them on it. MacGonagall's gasp confirmed him anyway.

"How did that even happen? Wasn't there a trial?" 

"It was the end of the war against Britain's history worst dark wizard. A lot of thing went overseen."

"Right, like how you drop me off at my aunt's doorstep as infant and without deeming necessary to explain anything to her? And me by extension? I see that we're not the only victim of your negligence. And they're coincidentally all related to me, innit?"

"Mister Potter, you're upset and your thoughts aren't clear, I think you need some time to recover." 

"So, that's your answer of my accusations? Belittle me and tell me that doesn't concern me? What else you're going to hide from me? That there actually still living family member on my father's side? That' s going to show up and take my inheritance in the goblins vault? That I actually do not have my place in the Wizarding world now that the dark wizard wasn't there anymore? You know what? Sod off! I'm done with you!"

McGonagall glanced around, put a hand on her chest while the other pulled out her wand. "Mister Pott-" 

"No! Sod off! You harassed for a month so I enroll to your bloody magic school after forgetting about me for ten years! I was left with my aunt who said my parents died because they were freaks and that I shouldn't be like them if I want to live peacefully! I lived in fear they will abandon me because of my freakiness inherited from my late parents, who were betrayed by their friends! And not the one you lot charged but the other one who supposedly died killed by the one you thought guilty, but he's not! Didn't you have spell to check on that?! You have a bloody hat that could read minds but you don't have a spell to check the death of the actual death eater? Or that the one you lock on isn't the death eater?! Are you kidding me?!! Are done bloody done of playing with me!?! I could have lived a peaceful life with the Dursley without magic that literally ruined my life! You ruined my life!!"

Harry didn't know when the wind started to raise and where that came from but he didn't care. His vision was obscured by dark mist and his brain was submerged with fury and hurt and he just wanted to destroy everything. Especially that school that destroyed the only family he got, the staffs that were supposed to help him feel at home by telling him everything about his legacy but all he got was secrets and shunt because of how young he was.

Sod off. All of them. They could go to hell for what he cares. And he didn't.

He didn't care about the destruction of great Hogwarts, Britain's only magic school. He didn't care about the true story under the treason on the Potters. He didn't even care that he won't have a home to go back by summer. With a little luck, there wouldn't be anyone who could go back. 

He didn't care about anything now.