Harry Potter - Hellion!

 

Things were so out of control the sorting was put off to the next day, a Saturday, That night, those who were already sorted retired to their common room, while the others held what muggle-borns assimilated to a sleep-over. Harry sat in the middle of the room, looking at the ceiling. He gently changed its magic to give the students a superb view of the night sky, cleansed of clouds and other atmospheric interferences, then added a series of magical controls that allowed the user to see the night sky back and forward in time. Finally, he allowed the dome to show the sky as if it was seen through a powerful telescope, accruing light over time to bring forth sources of light that would otherwise remain invisible.

"When I think these idiots will use this powerful tool to do horoscopes rather than really study outer space, and discover things that would shock the mundane world off its rockers! What a pity." mumbled Harry.

Finished with his first change to Hogwarts, he got up and began following the pull he felt from somewhere in Hogwarts. That led him to the seventh floor, where a blank wall stopped his progress. Pissed and tired, he touched the wall.

"Hogwarts, you are harboring a horcrux. Either you let me in to destroy it, or it is you I destroy. Your pick!"

The castle shivered as it felt the power of the Prince of Magic, and dust fell off the rafters everywhere, surprising the patrolling staff and prefects alike. It immediately opened the Room of Requirements to the proper space-time coordinates, and Harry found himself in a veritable cathedral dedicated to discarded and lost things.

"Maybe I can find Neville’s socks in there," he said aloud, before walking toward where the pull was the strongest. Finding a tiara that smelled of evil, he levitated it to the floor, changed to his basilisk form and took a mighty bite. Not waiting for the dark cloud to form, he ported to the seventh-floor hallway and progressed down.

"That is the last horcrux. Finally! Now, let us deal with the rest of the crap that has been accumulating in that castle, First, that snake. It is still asleep, and it will not wake up. Fiend-fire will deal with it. So down we go, Harry changed into his Ice phoenix and dropped through the different layers of the school, quickly reaching the tunnel leading to the chamber of secrets. Another port across the locked door and he found the huge room, completely dark, and no snake.

"Ah, ah! Hiding... Let us see, that big ugly statue is probably the size of the ego of the builder of this catacomb. He probably hid his best-kept secrets behind it." The Ice phoenix froze the rock solid, cracking it with the pressure of the ice. Repeated cycles of heat and cold quickly reduced the granite to dust. Behind the statue was a smaller cave, harboring a nest with a giant snake and a dozen eggs,

"That is the basilisk. First, a touch of its genetic map, so I can access its memory... Been sleeping for most of the time, kept in magic stasis, last woken in 1943, killed an innocent... that is the girl Riddle used to create his first horcrux, poor girl. Vengeance will be yours, little one. I have all I need. Nothing else here? Ah, Parseltongue archives. I will store them in my trunk, better there than in the school library..." A silent will and focus later, everything disappeared in Harry’s trunk without even the need for the trunk to expand. "Potions ingredients... outdated as the preservation spells have long since failed... No, nothing else. It is cleanup time."

Harry left and focussed hard, The fiend-fire exploded right in the middle of the nest, burning ferociously. The snake did not even stir, still in stasis, and felt nothing. The eggs exploded, and the rest melted. Ten minutes later, Harry brought the fire to term and cooled the room with a nice ice sheet.

"Next step, that shade."

---

Way up, the shade, that had taken over Evan Rosier, woke up in a start. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. It felt so weak suddenly, so terribly weak.

"What is wrong, Master?"

"I do not know. Prepare for battle, my faithful. I have no idea what it is, but it is coming for us."

Rosier, who had been taking polyjuice potion to replace the assigned DADA teacher of Hogwarts that year, drank one of his vials. Two hours of disguise during a battle was not to be neglected.

"Go to the Great Hall, we need hostages. The enemy will not fight if we hold children hostage."

Rosier opened his door to be faced by a nude boy.

"Going somewhere?" asked the little boy innocently. Rosier immediately recognized it was one of the nude brats that had invaded the castle.

"Yes, and you are coming with me!" he said, grabbing Harry by the shoulder.

"Oh no. You are!"

Harry ported the two right over the Etna, changed into his fire phoenix, and took a dive down before porting away, abandoning the free-falling mage, whom slammed into the lava lake at several times the speed of sound, sank deep below, and was never to be seen again. The shade, suddenly deprived of its support, found it had no more anchors keeping it bond to this plane of reality and, screaming and kicking, was forced into the other dimension. After feeling the evil vanish, Harry returned to Hogwarts.

"Last thing, that tiny evilness I feel at the bottom of the staircase leading to that old goat’s office, Minerva, I think she is called."

Harry made quick work of porting within the escalator and finding the runes that marked the DADA teacher for disposal. He used muriatic acid to burn the runes out of existence, and then his Earth Phoenix to rebuild the step from scratch.

"There, done. A good night’s work. I will deal with that stupid sorting tomorrow."

---

September second, 1991

The next morning, no trace of the DADA teacher could be found. Harry kept smirking, which unnerved Minerva.

"Do you, young man, know what happened to this year’s DADA teacher?"

"Ya, he wanted to test how liquid Etna’s lava really was so he took a dive into it from five thousand feet, at twice the speed of sound."

"That is the most ridiculous explanation I ever heard!"

"If you say so."

"Today we do the sorting. You come and sit on that stool and wear the hat to be sorted."

Minerva took the scroll, and noticed that, however hard she tried to sort the names by alphabetical order, only one came to the top. Giving up, she called "Harry James Potter!"

Harry walked to the stool and put the mangy hat on his head.

"Hello, moth-eaten piece of head-dress. You are going to listen to me. Look into my mind, and know my words are law. You will no longer sort students by houses. That has caused enough friction as it is. It stops now as the house system has failed."

"But how will they be organized?"

"By age group, by year if you wish. Announce it, now!"

The hat turned to the student body and began speaking loudly:

"By order of the Heir of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, sole owner of Hogwarts, the house system is abolished. Henceforth, students will be arranged... by year. I have accomplished my last duty to this school."

"Oh no, you have not!" said Harry.

"Oh?"

"Return to me the sword of Gryffindor you so jealously keep in your folds!"

The hat dropped the sword on Harry’s head with a clunk.

"If you think you will get away with this, felt residue, you are wrong! Deadly wrong! I can and will have you in a moth-infested cabinet for that!"

The shock was terrible. Students and teachers looked at each other with apprehension. Many dreaded the next night, as they would have to share dorms, even bedrooms, with avowed enemies. The castle began adjusting itself to the new order of things, as the elves diligently moved student goods from one room to the next, from tower to tower. Things were on the move so quickly that Minerva was left in castle dust.

---

As Harry watched, he felt a change in the magical field of the planet. He realized something fundamental was happening. Tracing its origins through the lay lines of the Earth, he found its focal point deep under the old Ministry of Magic building, in the Department of Mysteries.

"Guys, I have to go quickly. Something just happened in London and it is so fundamental I have to intervene, or at least, guide its unfolding. I will try to be back for lunch."

The others nodded, as Harry popped away, bypassing the wards of Hogwarts as if they were not there.

"Where did he go?" asked Minerva as she saw the walking trouble vanish.

"London, he said, Ministry of Magic, department of Mysteries. Trouble is brewing and he wants to deal with it right away. If you have a way to contact Lord Sirius Black do so. This is an emergency!" said Draco, in a no-argument tone.

Minerva quickly made her way to her office and called Buckingham Palace.

"I have been told by one student, Draco Malfoy, to contact Sirius Black because a magical emergency is brewing at the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry for Magic. I know nothing else."

The muggle soldier knew of the importance of Lord Black and immediately rang the general alarm.

"We are sending in the SAS Magical Division, lady. If Lord Malfoy signaled the issue, it must be critical."

---

Meanwhile Harry made his way to the Department of Mysteries, popping down to the ninth floor rapidly. He then sailed through the trapped door as if it was not there and made his way to the veil, There, he felt the magic emanating from it. A portal. It had been slowly charging over the years, and was now ready to be used from the other side.

He waited, patiently, hidden from view by magic. An hour later, he noticed the arrival of Lord Black and Lord Longbottom, to be shortly joined by Lord Lupin.

"What is up, Harry?"

"That one-way portal is now two-way. It is reached full charge an hour or so ago."

"Portal? To where?"

"That, I wish I knew. I feel I need my High Elf looks. Do not mind me."

Harry changed form, as his ears extended, his baby look sharpened, and his bone structure changed to give him a more ‘stately’ look. A few minutes later, someone wearing a grey-green suit, and carrying a sword, walked out of the veil. The male person looked around, surprised to find someone waiting for him.

"Who are you?" asked Harry in High Elvin, surprising the visitor even more.

"I am Stator, the envoy of the Collegium of Time Lords, Guardians of Time Past, Present, and Future, branch of the government of the High Elves."

"Ah, family then."

"Of sorts. And who are you?"

"I go by many titles, but my birth name is Harry James Potter, heir so far removed of Merlin Ambrosius - Emrys, and so many others, we lost their names to time. My father’s memories have been open to me for the past year, and I have been able to trace back my memories to something around fifty thousand years or so. I do not really understand the meaning of everything as it still needs to be integrated and consolidated, but I have a far, very far memory that says my oh so great-grand-father decided to migrate, but one of his son stayed behind to continue their work. Does the name Elrond have any significance for you?"

The High Elf felt sick! Here, in front of him, stood a direct heir to Elrond, the founder of the Elvin kingdom in the other dimension. The need to elect a new king was moot... Here stood the last heir to their kingdom. The Elf walked to the child (?); his body was that of one, but his memories spoke otherwise. He knelt on one knee, and looked at Harry in the eyes.

"My Lord, I must ask you to return to our realm! We are in dire need of your guidance! Our last king died ten years ago and his line removed due to high treason. We have been without leadership since then. "

"How can I return to where I have never been? And I have a kingdom to save, magic to restore here, a family to protect, and a cleanup to continue!"

"But..."

"And who says I will not find myself in the middle of a succession war? Do you really think that those who would stand to lose would let me sit on that barrel of powder without lighting the fuse? I just got rid of one ass hole, I am not ready to go into a war for your nice eyes."

"But..."

"I will go, but only after you come back here with a proper recognition of who I am by the fossils that occupy your government. I am not dumb enough to believe Elves escape governmental fossilization! Get me that paper, signed by all competent authorities, and I will visit, and reconsider. Otherwise, I will lock the portal on this side and you can fix your own troubles. Got it?"

"How can I prove I met you?"

"A vial of blood held in stasis should do it. After all genetic mappings were in use by the High Elves in Elrond’s time to record lines. I do hope that technology has not been lost?"

"No, the equipment is still in use, and commonly applied by the Time Lords to prevent close cross-breeding."

"Now, use it to test lineage. Sirius, lend me that gold knife, please. Remus, you got that crystal vial?"

A few minutes later, the vial was sealed, Harry waved at it, and gave it to the envoy.

"There you are, stable as a rock, unbreakable too." Now off you go, I have some cleanup to continue and you are in my way."

The Time Lord Envoy knew he had been dismissed and walked through the veil back to his dimension.

"You were a bit rough, Harry."

"Maybe, but I do really have a lot to do today. I have not even had my breakfast!"

"You expect him back?" asked Frank.

"I hope not. We got enough of our problems without dealing with theirs. Might as well go deal with the issue at Buckingham Palace. All the shit in the same basket."

"Usually, it is all the eggs..."

"But this is getting unpalatable, Sirius."

---

The arrival at Buckingham Palace was streamlined, and the Queen was already sitting at the Round Table as Harry and the others walked in. The lords took their seats, and Harry sat at his. Immediately, a bright flash of light appeared, and the opaque table began showing another room, similar to the one they occupied. Around the table were a group of elderly elves, whom looked at their table in shock.

"This is the boy I was talking about, Time Lords!" said the envoy.

"Look! He wears the hidden crown of Elrond! That crown is only visible if worn by the true King! It never showed up on any of those we elected to reign!"

"How is that possible?" asked another elf. "It was here, in that crystal dome, weighing down the sensors barely seconds ago! Now, they report it is gone!"

"If I am stuck with it, I will wear it, but you better learn to notice when I am around, or someone is going to get seriously hurt!" said Harry. "Now I know why I did not want to sit here! That chair is not Merlin’s, it is Elrond’s son’s! I hate feeling trapped! I should have known something was up when magic labeled me ‘Prince of Magic’! Damn it all! Now, I will get called king, I would bet. GRR!"

The END... or is it?