Harry Potter : Flash Forward

"Both youngest also carried on their persons repulsion potions that they were to use to dose me regarding anyone else who might try to get closer to me; such as Daphne. I'm sure a powerful alchemist, such as yourself, could easily see what would have happened to me if I was being constantly and repetitively dosed with love, loyalty and repulsion potions, Headmaster."

As Harry was speaking about the Weasley Plan, Dumbledore's face first took on a mien of shock, before it morphed into horror. "That'd..." he started, before he suddenly snapped his mouth shut again.

Nodding back, Harry continued, "That would weaken and confuse me more than enough to make me a sitting duck for the next time Voldemort... Riddle... decided to have a go at me," finished Harry. "It's also reflected in my school marks, already. Did it never occur to you to question why the son of the brightest witch of her age, and one of the most powerful wizards of his age, could come to school and be less than an average performer, academically?"

Harry snorted in disgust at Dumbledore. "Really, Headmaster. And you foolishly allowed both to return to the school. That's why I and my bondmates demanded the re-sort; to minimise the risk of further potioning by the Weasley terrible two. "However, that they've been allowed to remain here does not negate that risk entirely. That they're still here means they can foolishly make further attempts. Of course, without their Potion Queen... their mother... supplying them with the potions, I daresay they may not attempt it for the foreseeable future; but, that's not a given. If they do they will, of course, fail. However, if they do they will also be caught; and you'll not be saving them from Azkaban, this time.

"But that's only one point. For all your vaunted knowledge and wisdom, you tend to make one Hell of a lot of mistakes; especially when it comes to me. I'm just sick and tired of often being the victim of those mistakes."

Without waiting for a response, Harry just turned and walked away. He didn't see the look of comingled horror and sadness on Dumbledore's face as he watched Harry walk away.

Dumbledore supplied Harry the required portkey to Greengrass Farm the very next day, with barely a word.

The Room of Requirement started to be used by Harry more and more. He used it to practice silent casting; he used it to practice charms and curses to minimalise the wand gestures, so he could cast them underwater; then, together with both ladies, the three used it to practice dancing for the Yule Ball. For Harry - and occasionally Hermione - it was mainly Daphne teaching Harry.

However, they were all amazed when the Room was able to be configured into a dance studio with animated dancing mannequins similar in style to duelling dummies. The mannequins couldn't speak, but they didn't need to. Steps for Harry's feet appeared on the floor for him to remind himself where to place them, and when. This then solved the problem of both ladies, especially Daphne, ending up with sore toes after only a few minutes of practice and teaching.

Harry was also working hard on other curses and conjurations not taught until the NEWT years. He wanted to get them down so he could conjure up solid objects to block the Unforgivables. He practiced transfiguration of dirt, grass and twigs into objects to intercept the curses. And he taught himself and practiced the Aegis shield charm Dumbledore was able to use, where he could have objects circling about himself to stop the Unforgivables and other dark curses.

Though he didn't have a second wand, yet; he also practiced casting with his offhand. And switched to silent casting with the offhand once he was beginning to gain some level of proficiency.

His final hurdle was to maintain a fully working Lumos Maxima with his normal wand in his right hand, while practicing silent casting with his offhand. He realised he wouldn't know how successful he was at it until he gained his second wand. But, he felt, it didn't hurt to practice.

The occasional evening was also spent talking to Sirius via the two-way mirrors. Harry and Hermione, of course, were 'old hands' at using the mirrors to talk to the old dog. For Daphne, however, it was new. She questioned Sirius hard on how they worked as she could see they'd be very popular on the market if they could be replicated. However, Sirius replied that the mirrors were a joint project between himself, Moony and Harry's father. And it was Harry's father who came up with a lot of the rune-based charms work.

Not to be so easily put off, both she and Hermione were determined to figure out how it was done and replicate them. After all, both witches were at the top of the classes for both Ancient Runes and Arithmancy for their year group.

"Just remember to have fun occasionally," warned Sirius. "The Marauders worked hard at both class and prank work, but we still took the time to enjoy life. After all, James dedicated a lot of time to wooing your mother, Pup. I, on the other hand, spent a lot of time chasing all the pretty witches." And proceeded to bark with laughter.

"The latter is not something I need to worry about, Padfoot," Harry smiled back. "I have all the witches I ever need or want right here, with me."

November slipped into December when Harry was pulled aside by Professor McGonagall. "I doubt I really need to ask, Mister Potter," she said. "But, have you organised a date for the Yule Ball, yet?"

"Well, I don't see how it's any of your business, Professor; but, yes," he replied. "I intend to escort both my bondmates to the Ball."

With a worried little frown, the Professor said, "You'll only be allowed to escort one date into the Ball when you enter with the other competitors, Mister Potter."

Harry snorted in amusement and smirked, "I'll not be entering with the other competitors, Professor. The other competitors are the champions. It's their role to open the Ball, not mine," he explained. "I'll enter with everyone else and be sitting at table when the champions enter with their dates."

Not a little exasperated, the Professor asked, "Is it too much to ask you go along with this one thing?"

"Yes," he firmly replied. "Was it too much to ask you to at least listen to a bunch of eleven year olds, who came to you with wild claims of how someone was about to steal the Philosopher's Stone that very night? Was it too much to ask you to listen to a bunch of twelve year olds, who told you it was a basilisk that was petrifying the students, and that they had a fair idea where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets could be found? Apparently, the answer to both those questions was 'yes', Professor. "All Houses, aside from Gryffindor, hold regular meetings with their Head of House. At those meetings the members of those Houses learn a great deal of what is going on. At those meetings, the members of those Houses come to know that their Head of House is there for them. They do not fear approaching their Head of House, and know that they will be heard. That, Professor, is not the case with Gryffindor. Even the Slytherins know they can approach Professor Snape at any time. He may be a snarky grouch, but all Slytherins know he will hear them out, if they approach him.

"Also, each House except Gryffindor has a student representative body. The Ravenclaws have 'The Directorate', the Slytherins have 'The Conclave', and the Hufflepuffs have 'The Synod'. What does Gryffindor have? Nothing. Just why exactly does Gryffindor have Prefects for, anyway? They're supposed to form a student council, just as the other three Houses have done, and yet one doesn't exist. It would have been nice to take our views about both the Stone and the Chamber to such a body. I'm sure they would have, at least, heard us out.

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