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Chapter 1

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A/N: Editor for this story is Dave
A/N: This is a short story about a bashing Harry. The theme of the story is anger, but not the anger of Harry, but the anger of everyone around him. In this story we don't meet Voldemort or his Dead Eaters, but the payments being made by those who wronged Harry in his short life. This story will count about three chapters and about 15,000-16,000 words and it must be completed within the coming weekend.

I tell you now how the story will end. Hogwarts will be destroyed. The rest is up to you to read.

Wim
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Harry James Potter was staring at the Slytherin tables at the other side of the Great Hall during the welcoming feast at Hogwarts. At his right was Ron telling about his vacation in Romania and the food he ate and dragons he saw, at his left was Hermione telling about her trip through Italy and all the beautiful and interesting museums she had visited. Harry was able to follow both conversations at he same time, thanks to all the six years of experience he had being friends and part of the Golden Triangle, as the students at Hogwarts would like to label them.

The Golden Trio sat with their backs towards the teachers table and Harry did not mind, because his subject of attention was a certain Slytherin. She was known as the ice queen, and the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts and subject of many wet dreams of the male population. In all his five years that he was 'enjoying' his 'wonderful' magical education; no male had a chance to speak with her, not to mention trying to start something. It was not the question of lacking the efforts, nooooooo, many Slytherin princes had tried, but they were all ignored. Not only the Slytherins had tried, several others as well, but nobody had had a chance with her.

A piece of chicken leg fell out of the mouth of Ron Weasley ... straight in front of Harry; thick pottage flew everywhere straight out of his half open mouth and Hermione squeezed his biceps painfully to explain a naked David-statue in Rome. Ron had the rest of the chicken leg in his hand and he was waving it in the air to demonstrate the flight of a female dragon hunting down Charlie, one of the many brothers Ron had. All of the attention demanding friends did nothing to Harry, because he was remembering his summer and he looked at the Slytherin table again, but this time with a vague smile.

Ron stuffed his half eaten chicken leg into his mouth.

The Ice Queen was about to melt ... for him. Daphne looked up from her position at the Slytherin table, and their eyes met briefly; an eyebrow went up and her cool, icy blue eyes stared straight in his green pulsating ones ... only one moment of locking sights of the two impossible combinations of the special people from Hogwarts student population, and it was gone. Harry grinned, and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

He was going to cause the most entertaining, most shocking show Hogwarts had ever witnessed in all its thousand years of existence. He was about to begin his revenge against all of those who had wronged him all his long years at Hogwarts, and he love it. And when he played his cards right, he would get the Ice Queen to boot as well.

Laughter was heard coming from the Slytherin table, and he saw his most loving enemy, Draco Malfoy, standing at the head of the table with a glass in his hand. He was obviously making a toast about something, and he had the attention of almost everyone at his side of the table. Laughter erupted again from the table and Malfoy drank from his cup, immediately copied by the rest of the Slytherins.

"I tell you, I never saw such losers in my life," screamed Seamus Finnigan several seats from Harry's left side. He was describing a football match he had visited last week, and was demonstrating the movements of a football player when he tried to score, but hit his head at the goal posts instead.

"That idiot was out within seconds and we won shortly with three zero," he yelled and laughed. Ginny Weasley was looking bored at her boyfriend in theory and sighed loudly.

"Yeah mate," yelled Dean Thomas with a laugh. "That idiot is not able to keep in the game for longer then fifteen minutes. I wonder why they paid one and half million Pounds sterling for his transfer; they better could keep him where he came from."

A flash and Colin Creevey was cheerfully grinning. Another photo made from the boy-who-lived and nodding ecstatically at Harry, who was now scowling. One of these days he would shove that camera straight into his ass, if the boy would not be a homo, Harry thought.

Behind Colin were Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil gossiping, both girls were looking uneasy at him, and turned their faces immediately towards each other when they felt his burning globes and Merlin knows what they were talking about.

At the very end of the table Harry could see all the scary first years, who were watching in trepidation at all the mystical and magical beauty of Hogwarts Great Hall and the blustering and passionate bunch of the Gryffindor table. Now that one mystery was solved; the sorting into their house, they were now waiting in tremor for the next shocking things to happen. At the teachers table they saw the famous figure of the Headmaster Dumbledore sitting, the almost mystical figure of the wizarding world, and some of the first years were ogling the other mystical stature, the Harry Potter, the only one, the chosen one and he was the real thing.

Well, the next shocking thing to happen to them? Harry grinned again, and Hermione stopped her tirade about the misuse of house elves and glared at him annoyed. He would take care that the first years had their next shocking experience, and not only the first years, he rest of the student population as well. Harry looked briefly at the irritated Hermione, then he turned and stared at the head table, where all professors were busy to eat and talk ... except for Dumbledork and Snape. Both extremes in the wizarding world and both of them were looking straight at Harry.

Dumbledork was watching him with his damned twinkles in his eyes at overdrive, and Snape was glaring at him with as much as possible gloating as he could manage. Then Harry did something what shocked both man, he held out his left hand and showed them his middle finger and smirked. Snape's mouth dropped open for a moment, but Harry turned quickly back and watched closely the Slytherin table; he could catch Daphne watching him with a vague smile on her face at the last moment and she turned her attention back at her plate with food. She was obviously not eating, just playing with it. She remembered his promise he made in the summer and she was curious how he would keep himself at his part of the bargain. She was not sure if he was serious, but when he would do his part, then ...

Harry looked at his watch, still two minutes to go for the show to go off, and he felt Hermione hitting his shoulders to draw his attention to her.

"Harry, what is the matter with you, you seem to be somewhere else. How are you and how are you handling your loss of your Godfather?" she asked.

"Hermione," said Harry. "Breathe!"

Ron was nodding his head, more sauce of his smashed potatoes spread all over the table. "Thas wha I alway say," he said with his mouth full of food.

"For god sake, chew and swallow Ron," said an irritating Hermione, and she turned at Harry. "Tell me how you coped this summer," she insisted.

"Well, Hermione, I think that this summer was the turning point in my life," Harry said slowly and carefully.

Hermione looked at him for a moment with wide eyes, and then looked somewhat unsure. "What do you mean, Harry?"

"Well, "Harry began, and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "This summer I made some discoveries, and I learned a lot."

Ron forgot the chew and stared at him surprised, while Hermione frowned.

"I discovered that our Ron was not in Romania and I also discovered that you were indeed in Italy, but last year. This year both of you stayed at my house ... you know, the house of my late Godfather," said Harry with a smile, looking again at the Slytherin table.

Both Hermione and Ron were quiet for a moment.

"How ... why do you think so, Harry?" asked a shocked Hermione, her face already flustering. The mouth of Ron was still wide open, his half chewed food clearly visible for anyone to look at, the grease of his potatoes and chicken was leaking out of the corners.

Harry smiled faintly while staring in front of him, like he was remembering fond memories, and he turned to Hermione.

"You both are my best friends," Harry said warmly. "Both of you would never do something to hurt me, both of you would never keep back information from me, especially when it concerns me, and the most important thing of our friendship, you would never spy on me, and you would also never tell the old coot behind us what I have told you. This is friendship; this is the ultimate relationship what not many people have?" Harry looked warmly at Hermione and then to Ron.

Hermione flustered more and she looked at her plate with food. Ron was still staring dumbstruck at him with his mouth open and the food peeping out of it, gravy on his chin and dropping on the table cloth, and he paled. A piece of chicken bone was sticking out of his mouth.

Harry looked again at his watch and grinned. He stood up from the table and took a step backwards.

"You guys would never betray me, won't you?" he said loudly, getting the attention of the people on his side of the Gryffindor table.

Hermione did not look up and continued to stare at the table. Ron's bulging eyes were following him, too dazed to say or do anything else.

"What's up, Harry?" asked Neville Longbottom wearily.

Harry smiled at Neville and grinned widely. "Never been better, Neville," answered Harry with a twinkle in his eyes. "I think that I shocked both Hermione and Ron into stupor."

Hermione looked up from her plate and glared at Harry. "I do not appreciate that you doubt my story," she said indignantly. Harry could see that she had paled, just like Ron, who was still looking dazed with all his food in his mouth, disgusting sight it was, really.

"Do you know that a member of an illegal organization is punishable by law?" asked Harry innocently. He glared closely at Hermione, who was opening her mouth to retort, but then decided against it and closed her mouth immediately, paling even more.

"Wha ... wha ammmm?" stammered Ron, more smashed potatoes flying over the table. A part chewed chicken leg flew over the table and landed on Hermione's plate.

Neville looked briefly at the duo and back at Harry with his eyebrows high up into his hairline.

"They are having a fit of bad consciousness, Neville," Harry said smiling at him.

Hermione glared at Harry, her eyes narrowing. Harry shook his shoulders and showed a lopsided smirk. He took his wand from his robe and waved it in a circular motion above his head and murmured something under his breath.

An icy feeling washed over his body, beginning from his head till his feet and the glamour charm was released. Black lustrous hair fell over his shoulders; his black robes changed into rich warm black robes of silk, boots from dragon hide, a large leather belt with two spare wands ... the traditional wear of a Head of House.

This started to get the attention of everyone in the Great Hall, and slowly it became quiet. Harry smirked and started to walk. He passed everyone from the Gryffindor table and he walked towards the middle of the Great Hall, all eyes on him.

Parvati Patil was staring at him in amazement, she could not believe it! He had fooled everyone with his hot looks. Ginny Weasley almost fell from her chair, what happened with Harry? She felt her heart contracting. She always loved the boy since she was ten, but what she saw now was a god in person.

Many girls in the Great Hall was staring at the tall boy who lived.

Snape was now standing looking outraged.

"Potter, you clown ... SIT DOWN," he yelled.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said Harry loudly, ignoring Snape.

Snape's looked unbelievingly at the young Gryffindor. "I think he lost it, Albus," he said too loudly. Dumbledore was watching Harry intently and slowly his twinkles in his eyes went down in intensity. He was unsure what was going to happen, but he started to get a bad feeling about this.

Draco Malfoy started to smirk and opened his mouth to say something witty. This was truly something too good to pass on.

Harry reached the middle of the Great Hall, and looked intently at the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy followed his gaze and almost lost it there. The Ice Queen seemed to be the one who was looking back at Potter ... she did not look like the Ice Queen anymore, because her eyes were shining and her face sparkled in pleasure.

Harry bowed towards Daphne and she smiled ... an amazing warm smile. She started to melt already; Harry mused and smiled back hopefully. He hoped that he didn't screw this up.

"Dear Miss Greengrass," he said loudly. Everyone in the Great Hall looked confused and shocked, but Dumbledore understood better, and the twinkles came back in his eyes. Young Potter was making a move towards one of the most beautiful girls of Hogwarts ... and a Slytherin girl on top. This would be interesting. He felt Severus stirring next to him ... it seemed that the Head of Slytherin was realizing what was going to happen and Dumbledore leaned against the back of his chair in relaxation and prepared for the captivating show to begin. Just like his father, he thought.

"May I have the honor to invite you to the Hogwarts dance at the end of the week?" Harry asked loudly. Immediately whispers broke out everywhere in the hall, Hagrid was grinning broadly, looking proud at his young whelp.

Harry could hear many voices asking what ball. The eyes of Dumbledore went wide. Ball? What ball? And he frowned. He did not remember to order any ball for anyone, and at least not the students.

Daphne stood up from the Slytherin table with twinkling eyes, mirth obviously on her face.

"Dear Sir," Daphne began, silencing everyone in the hall. A crash was heard at the back of the Gryffindor table. A certain red headed boy with the name of Ron Weasley lay bewildered on the floor. He fell from his chair in amazement and the loud laughter of Neville was noticeable as well. Draco's mouth dropped open in horror.

"Before I can answer that, you are honor bound to do something first," Daphne answered expectantly.

"As my lady commands," said Harry in a bow and his hand waved towards the large doors of the Great Hall. He smiled broadly

The doors opened and slammed against the walls. Three figures dressed in heavy cloaks covered partly with red coats marched into the Great Hall, and the twinkles in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared instantly and were replaced with a worried frown. What were Aurors doing here at this ungodly hour?

The three Aurors continued to march towards the head table and everyone was as quiet as a mouse; not one sound was heard in Hogwarts Great Hall.

In front of the head table the Aurors came to a stop and the tallest Auror took the word.

"Headmaster Dumbledore," the tall Auror began. "You have two students with the name Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger at Hogwarts," he said.

Dumbledore's eyebrows went his into his hairline.

"Yes, those students are in Hogwarts," he answered.

"I have a warrant for their arrest," the Auror said and pulled a parchment out of his robes and threw it on the table. Gasps came from many people in the Great Hall, and everyone seemed to hold their breath.

"Wha ... ?" the voice of Ron Weasley said from the floor behind the Gryffindor table.

"Shut up, Ron," Ginny Weasley hissed loudly.

Draco Malfoy giggled unbelievingly.

"On what grounds," said Dumbledore forcefully, not looking at the parchment. He stood up and eyed the Aurors.

"They are changed with membership of an illegal organization," answered the tall Auror undaunted. He was not impressed with the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Illegal organization?" repeated Dumbledore surprised. He felt the beginning of a headache coming up.

"Yes, Sir," the Auror answered. He took his own parchment. "A certain ..." and he looked more closely. "... births club with the name Order of the Phoenix," he ended. "Where are the two students?"

Dumbledore looked at the Gryffindor table and the Aurors followed his look. Immediately the Aurors recognized Hermione Granger, but they did not see a certain Ron Weasley. The Aurors marched towards the Gryffindor table spreading out as they did ... wands in their hands. The tall Auror saw Ron Weasley sitting on the floor looking dazed and his mouth full of food, he had even the a part of a chicken leg sticking out of his mouth. He was obviously stunned that he was going to be arrested, the Auror thought.

He marched briskly at the boy, grabbed his arm and pulled him on his feet.

"In name of the Minister of Magic, you are under arrest for membership of an illegal organization 'the birds club Order of Phoenix'," he said. "Everything you say can be used against you in a Court of Law, and you have the right for a by the Ministry assigned lawyer if you think that you need it."

Ron could not say anything. He had no idea what was going on, first Harry and his strange remarks, then Harry's flirting with a Slytherin and then ... the Aurors?

"Hermione?" he said.

Hermione was already in shackles and was crying, looking upset and confused. She heard Ron asking for her, but could not look at him. He looked at Dumbledore for help. But Dumbledore was not looking at her or Ron; he was looking thoughtfully at his plate with a worried frown on his face and obviously was avoiding looking at her. Hermione realized that there was no help from the headmaster, and her sight came to stop at the grinning Harry.

"Harry?" she asked mystified.

The Auror pulled on her shackles and dragged her straight through the Great Hall towards the open doors. Behind Hermione Ron was dragged as well. The Aurors with Hermione and Ron passed the smirking Harry and Hermione looked mystified and shocked at Harry.

"I told you that it is illegal to be member of an illegal organization," Harry said smirking. "Have fun in your holding cell." He waved at Hermione.

Ron's face was in the mean time red and the boy was obviously becoming angry. He spit out the food in his mouth and wanted to rant, but the Auror who was dragging the red haired boy did not want to have any shit and he hissed to Ron to be quiet. The five people left Hogwarts through the doors. Harry took his wand in his hand and waved towards the doors and they slammed close with a big satisfying crack.

Harry bowed again towards Daphne.

Daphne laughed.

"I would be honored, Good Sir," she said smiling warmly.

Harry immediately walked with big steps towards the Slytherin table with a spring in his steps, grabbed tenderly Daphne's hand and kissed it.

Everyone in the Great Hall was paralyzed because of shock and surprise. At the back of the Slytherin table the sound of someone crashing on the floor. Draco Malfoy fell from his chair in astonishment.

"What happened?" everyone could hear Malfoy's surprised voice.

"Why the Aurors?" whispered Daphne.

"Why not?" answered Harry with a smirk.

"May I make you attend on the fact that our deal is still not finished?" asked Daphne with one elegant eyebrow rose, looking him straight into the eyes.

"I know, My Lady," Harry said bowing again. "I am going to work on that."

Daphne looked for a moment in his eyes and smiled. "I'm sure you do, but for me to kiss you, you must complete the second promise," she said, a bit louder.

"Did you see that?" said a hidden Malfoy from the floor. "Potter arrested Weasel and Beaverhead. What is going on?"

Headmaster Dumbledore's headache became worse and he looked frowning at Harry, who stood in front of Daphne Greengrass whispering with each other.

"Mr. Pot-ter," he roared.

Harry turned calmly at the head table. "Yes Sir?" Harry asked innocently.

"What do you know about the arrest of Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley?" the headmaster screamed very upset.

"Not much, Sir. They are arrested because of membership of the illegal birds club The Order of Phoenix," Harry answered calmly with a vague smile on his face.

"Get that smile of your face, Potter, insufferable brat," Snape sneered.

"I believe that they became member of that birds club this summer, Sir," continued Harry as nothing was being said. "I also believe that it is the same club as you are chairman off, and that black crow next to you as its spy. They became member of the birds club at the third of July, eight o'clock in the evening during the Order meeting. Mrs. Weasley was the only Order member who was against their inclusion at the birds club and I think you wish that you had listened to her," Harry said with a smirk.

"Silence, brat!" roared Snape with a red face.

"Something is wrong with the sound here, Headmaster," said Harry looking disturbed around him. "I heard some chickens around here. Maybe the twins pulled a joke?"

Snape was speechless, he could not believe his ears, and he was reaching for his wand to curse the boy.

"Mr. Potter," the Headmaster yelled. "In my office now!"

"Well, why should I do such thing, Headmaster? I believe that Ron and Hermione were arrested by the Ministry because they were members of the illegal organization, which is under your leadership, or am I wrong?" asked Harry smiling widely.

Everywhere he heard people gasping and they were looking tensely at Harry and the Headmaster.

Snape jumped straight over the head table with his wand in his hand ... pointing at Harry.

"Well, Headmaster?" asked Harry innocently.

A purple beam burst from the wand of Snape and traveled extremely fast at Harry, who waved his hand and a silver dome appeared around him. The purple beam of magical energy collapsed against the shield and bounced back to the potion master, hitting him straight in his chest and he went down immediately.

"I told you, Headmaster. I believe that there is an infestation of chickens in Hogwarts," Harry said with an amused voice.

Immediately two persons burst into laughter, Fred and George Weasley were rolling over the floor in laughter, and Neville was grinning widely.

The face of the Headmaster became red; he stood up and grabbed his wand.

"I think it is wiser to come with me to my office, Harry," the Headmaster said calmly. Behind him was Professor McGonagall huffing and looking outraged because of the behavior of one of her Gryffindors.

"It is scandalous," she huffed. "Mr. Potter, how could you behave like that?"

Harry grinned cheekily and looked at Snape lying on the ground. "Aren't you waking up your dog, Dumbledore?"

"Mr. Potter, fifty points from Gryffindor for your cheek, this is outrageous!" yelled Professor McGonagall.

Harry shook his shoulders, made a fast movement with his hand and his wand appeared in his hand. He saw Madam Pomfrey hasting herself to come to the scene, but Harry didn't care. He waved his wand over the body of Snape while murmuring something under his breath.

"What do you think you are doing, Mr. Potter. Put that wand away immediately!" huffed Professor McGonagall.

"Shut it, old hag," snarled Harry at the old stern professor. Harry looked with flashing eyes at Dumbledore.

"He, Dumbledork, this arsehole tried to curse me with a dark spell ... a nightmare curse," he snarled again. Dumbledore lifted his hand with his wand towards Harry and Harry's eyes narrowed.

"If you start firing off curses towards me, old coot, I drop the whole of Hogwarts on your old head, do you understand me," Harry growled.

Dumbledore froze in mid-movement and looked with his wide pale blue eyes at Harry. "What happened with you, Harry?" he said calmer now.

"I think that I discovered something this summer, and I did not like what I had learned. But on the other side I also discovered many other things, which were ... let's say ... much nicer, and with this he looked up to Daphne with a smile.

"Shall we go to your office then, Dumbledore?" Harry asked and he started to walk towards the closest entrance he saw. When he was passing Snape, he waved his hand towards the professor, but he continued walking.

Madam Pomfrey was startled, because Professor Snape suddenly awoke with a shock while she was applying detection charms on the professor. With a shock she stopped and saw the panic in the eyes of the professor.

"Severus, are you alright?" she asked anxious. Snape opened his mouth and started to gnarl at the stupid woman.

"Tok Tok-tok-toooooooooooooo-ooook" he said and the twins at the Gryffindor table fell at the floor again in laughter, while the rest of the student population were looking unbelievingly at the professor, who was making the sounds of a chicken.

"Harry, please wait!" yelled Dumbledore when he was half running through the corridors to catch up with the fast walking Harry. Harry paused and waited for the old man to catch up with him, and they both walked towards the office.

"Was that needed what you did with Professor Snape, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, Headmaster, that was really needed. That bastard almost cursed me with a nightmare curse, and this is only a small payback of what he almost did to me. And there is also a lot of outstanding debts he has with me, and that will be paid back in full due time," said Harry calmly, like he was describing the weather. Dumbledore looked warily at Harry, but said further nothing.

When they arrived at the office of Dumbledore, he asked Harry to sit and to wait. Dumbledore went to the fireplace and started to floo a lot of people. After twenty minutes he was ready and sat behind his desk and looked at Harry. Before the headmaster could say anything else, a fuming Snape entered the office. If looks could kill, Harry would drop dead at that moment, but instead he was having fun and smirked widely. This seemed to infuriate Snape even more, and he grabbed his wand from his robes, but he was stopped by the Headmaster, who held out his hand.

"This is more then enough, you two," he said somberly. He turned to Harry.

"Do you have anything to do with the arrest of Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger, Harry?" he asked.

"Yes, Professor, I did," Harry said coolly.

"You little shite!" yelled Snape, but he cooled down immediately when the Headmaster held out his hand again.

The Headmaster looked disappointed at Harry.

"Why?" he asked sadly.

"Well, Dumbledore. You invited them to join the Order and you ignore me. You lied to me and you forced them to do the same.

"It is Professor to you, you brat!" growled Snape, but Harry ignored the man.

"How could you go to the Aurors, Harry?" Dumbledore asked evenly.

"Well, Dumbledore, the situation is as follows," said Harry calmly. "At my first day at the Dursley's I found out that you lied to me all the time, and you 'forgot' to tell me certain details. It becomes even better, I learned that after Sirius died, that there was a reading of the Sirius's heritage and I learned that I inherited everything, including the Black Manor, which you and your birds club are using for your boy scout activities. Well, I am afraid that will have to end, the manor is not accessible by anyone anymore except me."

Everyone was quiet, but for different reasons.

"You are kicked out of the Black Manor because of your silence, Dumbledore. You knew that there was a reading of Black's Will and you chose not to let me go to that reading. If I would not have come, then I would have lost the right on that heritage and you would get it from Tonks, don't you?" said Harry with a sneer on his face.

Dumbledore winced, and Harry noticed and smiled wickedly.

"How did you know about the reading of Sirius will?" asked Dumbledore calmly.

Harry laughed at that. "You can eat everything, Dumbledore, but not know everything," Harry said with a smile. "Does that sound familiar to you?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry in silence, and said nothing.

"Oh yeah, one more thing," said Harry with a smirk. "I would not advise you to peep into my mind, because you might get hurt."

Snape looked loathingly at Harry and promptly tried to attack Harry's mind. After two seconds Snape started to scream with everything he had and was thrown against the wall, throwing several glass cabinets over in his path. Glass shattered and was everywhere, but Snape did not fall ... he was struck against the wall and could not move anymore.

Dumbledore waved at Snape with his wand, but his spell had no effect ... he was still struck against the wall and he sighed frustrated.

Dumbledore looked aggravated for a moment at Snape, then to Harry. "Please release Professor Snape from the wall," asked Dumbledore.

Harry smirked. "I don't think so, Headmaster."

The Headmaster sighed. "And why not?" he asked tiredly.

"Because he attacked me," said Harry, and looked cheekily at the Headmaster.

"What did you do with him?" asked Dumbledore.

"You see, occlumency is something what is already old and predictable. There are several models of occlumency, and I assume that you and Snape know about those models. I, however, used a total other approach in occlumency and if you are interested, I can tell you something about it," Harry said, waving at Snape and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

The Headmaster nodded. "Yes, please," he said.

"As conventional schools in occlumency states, you build several layers of protection in the form of shields. The outer layers are the memories, which are not important, and you continue to build until you come to the core. All memories are there heavily protected. There are several methods to reach those shields; one of them is pure force and the other is stealth. Both methods have their good and bad points."

Harry looked at the Headmaster, who nodded again, looking interested.

"I, however, did not build those shields in that way," Harry said with a grin. "I used the another model with aggressive predators who are acting as guards, firewalls, which is a shield with holes in it, which are guarded and can be switched on or off, separate networks of memories, which are real or false, and fortifications with traps and other nice things, which are lethal for everyone who tries too enter my mind," said Harry and waited for the Headmaster to say something.

"And what happened with Snape?" asked the Headmaster.

"He encountered one of the aggressive predators and he was mentally attacked in my mind. The predators normally will go after Snape's mind to finish the job and destroy his mind, but I did not want that to happen ... yet."

"Yet?" asked Dumbledore disturbed.

"Indeed," answered Harry. "Snape hates me, and I don't like him as well. When he is attacking me, he must suffer the consequences only when he looses, or he wins and I am finished," said Harry cruelly.

Dumbledore looked disturbed. "From whom did you learn occlumency, Harry?"

Harry smirked, but said nothing.

"It is strange, because according the Order reports, you did not leave your house at Privet Drive and you did not receive any visitors. You neither bought any books, and I wonder how you know all these things like occlumency," said Dumbledore, looking at Harry, who said nothing.

"Harry, there is a reason why you are at Privet Drive when the school is in recess," he said. Harry nodded, but said nothing again. "The blood wards must be recharged," continued Dumbledore.

"Aren't they recharged then?" asked Harry surprised.

"Yes, they are," said Dumbledore, looking closely at Harry, but he did not react.

"Do you know how that is possible?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, I do," answered Harry.

"How?"

"With a simple potion, blood of my aunt and I and that is all what it takes to recharge the blood wards; none of us need to stay at Privet Drive, Headmaster," answered Harry. "It can be made better, we can install the blood wards at any location, and use our blood to recharge it and we have very strong wards," Harry continued.

"There is only one small problem, Voldemort carries a trace of my blood, and that renders the blood wards unusable," said Harry calmly.

Dumbledore frowned.

"You let me come back each year against my will, and it is not even necessary ... and the wards are not giving me any protection. If Voldemort attacks, he will kill me without any problem, and there is nothing what can be done about it."

Dumbledore winced.

"Headmaster, let me make a small prediction," Harry said smilingly. "Before this evening is over you are sitting in a holding cell at the Ministry."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You think that telling the Ministry that I am the chairman of the Order of Phoenix will cause me to go to jail ... or even to be arrested?" Dumbledore asked icily.

Harry smirked. "No, something much better," he said.

"Where did you learn occlumency, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry smiled, but said nothing again.

At that moment, the fireplace flared briefly with blue flames and Arthur Weasley came stepping out the fireplace.

"Ah, Arthur," said Dumbledore relieved, but Arthur did not look pleased ... more worn out then anything else.

"What happened?" asked Dumbledore worried.

"Well, Albus, we got the two free from the holding cells, and they are allowed to be returned to Hogwarts, but the charges stay there," he said. "I don't know who is behind those charges, but who ever it is, he is very powerful and he has excellent lawyers," the red headed patriarch of the Weasley family said tiredly.

"I was forced to pay one thousand Galleons guarantee money and was forced to take a mortgage on our house. The Goblins were more then helpful with the loan," he said wearily.

Harry smirked.

Dumbledore looked irritated at the black haired young man. "Is this funny, Harry?" Dumbledore said. "Do you really thing this is so funny, and you are laughing about this? Do you know that Arthur is working for every Galleon he has and all of that is hard earned money? You don't have any right to speak about that, because all of your money is from your parents, and you never, ever worked one single moment in your life ... ever!" Dumbledore said forcefully.

Harry was still smirking and glared at Arthur Weasley.

The fireplace flared again behind Arthur Weasley before anyone could say anything else, and two young people came stepping out of the fireplace; Hermione and Ron. Both of them were looking disheveled and upset.

"Well, as I was going to say," started Harry, looking at the two new arrivals," you, Mr. Weasley, received every month exactly one thousand and five hundred Galleons from the Potter's vaults for more then five years, starting the September when I was eleven years old."

Arthur face blanched and he heard Dumbledore moaning and Hermione gasped.

"That blood money was giving to you by a certain Albus Dumbledore, who had access to my vaults, properties and monies, and all of that was without my permission and knowledge, "sneered Harry.

"And you have problems to pay a thousand Galleons for the release of your child and his girlfriend?" asked Harry, still sneering.

Everyone was quiet.

"And I did not mention yet the money you got at the beginning of the holidays, a ten thousand Galleons for last year, and a thirty thousand Galleons this year," sneered Harry.

Harry calmed down immediately. In honest, he was not even mad or angry at them, that was several weeks ago when he went berserk, but now he wanted to see them suffering. "Rest assured, because justice is about to happen, Mr. Weasley. I hired the most expensive lawyers I could find and they are going to get every penny back from you and your family. And when they are finished with you, you and your whole family is ending up in the poor house," smirked Harry. "You will not even own your cloths on your back, not to mention sending your children to Hogwarts."

Then Harry turned quickly to Dumbledore. "And Dumbledore, you will suffer as well, because we are not finished. I hate to finance your private birds club, and I have learned this summer that I financed them already for more then sixteen years. I have paid almost two million Galleons for that club, and that is more then enough. Also this money is going to be paid back till the last Galleon."

"What happened to you, Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Hermione, listen to me for a moment," said Harry and looked at her warmly. Hermione smiled hesitatingly. "Alright, Harry?"

"Well, you see," began Harry, looking at her innocently. "It began two years ago when the Headmaster Dumbledore came to your home and spoke to you about his worries about my mental health. You made that time a promise to keep track of me and to warn the headmaster when something might be wrong with me. Is that right, Hermione?" asked Harry pleasantly.

Hermione looked at him again, and nodded hesitatingly. "That is right, Harry. I did it for your own good," she said.

"Yes, that is what the Headmaster always tells," said Harry pleasantly. "Then last year he wanted to know all the plans I had to do anything, what ever it was. Like pranks, or gossip or other things like nightmares and dreams, isn't that right, Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry," said Hermione.

"And this summer, he wanted you too guard me, and if I went crazy, he wanted you to subdue me and wait for his arrival, isn't that right?"

Hermione looked at the floor.

"You warned Dumbledore four times last year, and four times my memories were forcefully changed ... I was obliviated, wasn't I?" asked Harry, his voice was not so warm anymore.

Hermione said nothing, she stared at the floor.

"My best friend Hermione Granger had betrayed me for a piece of authority," Harry said bitterly.

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A/N: Editor for this story is Dave