|Reviews for House of Potter|
| V.M Potter-Black chapter 13 . 12/26/2011
Great Chapter. I can't wait to read more
| Angelique Deveroux chapter 13 . 12/26/2011
I really like the way the story is going. Please update soon! And keep up the great writing!
| Fire Dolphin chapter 13 . 12/25/2011
go harry! i i hope he is able to do something about it. update soon!
| tinkita chapter 13 . 12/25/2011
Great story! Please update soon!
| SRT-10 Blue Viper chapter 13 . 12/24/2011
One of the best stories I've read! Can't wait to see what happens next!
| Nankinmai chapter 13 . 12/24/2011
It's been awesome reading the entire 13 chapters. Really captured my attention and I just wanted to know more.
| Crystal M. Key chapter 13 . 12/24/2011
I really enjoyed this story so far, and look forward to your next update! Ron is a git. Favorite quotes:
If not feel free to tell me so I can spend a little visit at your aunt's house. I am the adult here and it's my responsibility (Yes I know what that is) to protect you – not the other way around.
That said now to a more serious matter.
Down here everything is fine. I actually got myself a new wand. No perfect match, but close. Beside sunbathing and making myself comfortable with my new wand I fill my time to fresh myself up on magic and working for my daily income. (Stop laughing! I can work!)
"He is a Genusmorphmagus!" Sirius nearly shouted. Harry stopped his flood of questions.
"I'm a what?" Harry asked, confused.
"A Genusmorphmagus is someone, who can change his gender at will and I mean completely change it." Sirius explained.
Harry looked at his godfather with horror. "You mean I'm changing into a girl?" he asked.
Sirius couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing – much to Harry's embarrassment.
"Sirius!" he jelled indignantly. The Marauder stopped laughing but was still grinning.
I know how you feel about extra school work, Ron. But while studying Arithmancy I keep thinking that you would really like this subject! I mean its all about numbers and logic, of reactions and counter-reactions – a lot like chess, if you ask me. It's a lot of work, but you would still have full five weeks to learn if you want to take the test. Think of it: NO MORE TRELAWNEY!
Minerva McGonagall reread the letter and sat back in her chair. Changing electives was not as rare as some people would think but frankly Minerva had not expected this from Harry Potter – or the fact that he had obviously read Hogwarts- a History. Smiling Minerva took a fresh piece of parchment.
Harry stumbled out of the fireplace of the Weasleys kitchen, just managing not to fall flat on his face.
"What a pity that your relatives weren't there, mate." Fred said a bit subdued.
"We especially wanted to meet your cousin." George added. Harry stared at the two.
"Why would anyone in their right mind want to meet the Dursleys?" he asked bewildered. Not that he would describe the twins as entirely sane. But before he got an answer the fireplace flared green again and Mr. Weasley stepped out. George, who stood nearest to Harry, whispered. "We will tell you later."
At lunch Harry, Neville and even Ron watched Hermione with something akin to awe. The girl was eating in a speed that came near to rivalling Ron, all the while managing not to get anything on her face or clothes.
"Uhm – Hermione?" Harry asked, torn between curiosity and amusement. "You shouldn't eat that fast. You will get ill!"
"No time!" was Hermione's answer between a piece of lamb and a small potato. "I want to get to the library before Arithmancy. If I hurry I'll still have nearly forty minutes until class." Ron stared at her horrified.
"What! Hermione why would you want to go to the library? We haven't even got any homework today!"
"Research!" she shrugged and swallowed the last of her sprouts. Harry shook his head in realization. Hermione was, well, Hermione. He should have known she would start her search for information about house elves in the library. Grabbing her bag she shot a "see you at class!" back over her shoulder and was gone. The three boys stared after her, their own lunch still untouched.
"What was that?" Ron finally asked.
The first class of the day was again Potions together with the Slytherins. Again Snape addressed Harry after taking roll.
"Potter, when I add powdered mooncalf hooves with occamy feathers and unicorn horn, what do I get?"
"A healing salve used for bruises and smaller scrapes, Professor."
"What else is needed to brew this salve Potter?"
"Chamomile leaves, water and powdered foxgloves sir!" Snape gave a curt nod.
"So the last lesson wasn't just an accident. Two points to Gryffindor." You could have heard a spider building her net after that. Snape had given points to Gryffindor! No, not just Gryffindor, but to Harry Potter! It was just – impossible. Surely the world was coming to an end!
"Harry, what was in the package you became this morning?" Hermione asked when they sat down for dinner. He looked up torn between being impressed that she had curbed her curiosity for nearly the entire day and annoyance that she questioned him about what was really his private business.
"I think I owe you an apology, Malfoy!" This statement caught the blonde Slytherin by surprise. Harry caught a look of confusion for a moment before it turned back to its usual haughty expression.
"An apology? What for Potter?"
"First year, Malfoy, I refused to shake your hand." Draco started to speak but was interrupted by Harry. "Now please let me explain! You know that I have lived with my muggle aunt and uncle?" Malfoy nodded. Everyone new that! "And you surely have noticed that our relationship is not what can be called well and good." At that Draco snorted. That was an understatement! He had only seen Harry Potter's uncle at Kings Cross when the man picked him up at the end of each school year. The man was rude and disgusting and disliked Potter. Draco too had noticed the oversized and worn clothes his classmate had until the beginning of the year and how thin he always seemed to be when he returned to school each September after their first and second year. Harry continued: "I hadn't heard anything about the Wizarding World until I received my Hogwarts letter that. My aunt and uncle had always vehemently denied that there was such a thing like magic. I entered the Wizarding World woefully unprepared. I knew anything about laws, customs and history. Merlin, I wasn't even given the pamphlet given to every muggleborn.
On the train I met Ron and made the first friend my age. Than you were there and insulted Ron and I refused to take your hand.
Over this summer I learned that I'm the heir of one of the old houses. I began to read about laws and customs and realized that I had insulted you back than."
Draco listened with rapt attention and thought over what Potter had just told him. As unbelievable it was to the Malfoy heir – it made sense.
"I still don't like you!" he told the black haired teen. Harry laughed at that.
"You don't have to, Malfoy!" he smirked at the blonde. "After all I don't like you any better!" he offered his hand to the Slytherin. "I'm Harold James Potter-Black heir of the houses Black and Potter." Malfoy hesitated for a moment than he took the offered hand.
"Harold, I'm Draconus Luscious Malfoy heir of the House of Malfoy."
The potions Harry turned in at the end of the class were flawless and beside a few snide remarks about Harry finally seeming to have found his brain somewhere the Potions Master seemed to grudgingly respect the boy.
"You are turning into another Hermione, mate." Seamus teased him one evening in their dorm. The boy in question looked up from his Transfiguration textbook, shooting his housemate an amused look.
"Yeah, you read more than her!" Dean butted in while he shrugged on his pyjama top. Harry just shrugged.
"It could be worse, you know." He said with a strange glint in his eyes. "I could turn into one of you two." Open mouthed the two boys stared at him. Than they grabbed their pillows and attacked the laughing Boy Who Lived.
Even Severus grudgingly admitted that the potion skills of his school nemesis son were satisfactory. What probably meant, that the boy was as gifted as his mother had been.
"It's a dragon!" cried out a frightened first-year.
"Nah, don't be stupid …. It's a flying house!"
Severus Snape carefully closed the door to his quarters and put up strong silencing charms on the doors before he gave in to the laughter that had threatened to break out when the first shock over Harry Potter defying the great Albus Dumbledore. Severus had to hand it to his school nemesis son. Telling Albus Dumbledore no to one of his well planned schemes in front of the whole without shouting only by stating facts had style.
Neville's request for his friends to join him in his summer lessons surprised her but made her proud as well. Over and over again she had put forward to reinstate a class to teach Magical Customs at Hogwarts. It actually was the only thing she and Lucius Malfoy had ever agreed upon and they had been thwarted by Albus Dumbledore again and again. No, Augusta didn't mind instructing the young Potter heir and their young muggleborn friend. The girl could only profit from the lessons (including a few others) and the Potters and Longbottoms had been allies for generations.
What immediately caught the Charms Masters attention was that the group ranged from first- to seventh-year students. His interest piqued he stepped closer to the tables. Some of the books showed and with colourful pictures and diagrams like Filius had never seen in a book before. The chattering students stopped when their head of house joined them and he greeted them with a smile.
'Good evening children. This seems to be an interesting project!' several of the younger students looked unsure. It surely wasn't against school-rules to continue with their Muggle education, was it? Myriell Waymon finally took it onto herself to explain what they were doing to her Head of House. Filius listened with growing interest while the sixth – year described the conversation between The Boy Who Lived and his best friend and how she had concluded that the two Gryffindor's were right in continuing their non-magical education.
'It's a shame that it took two Gryffindor's to point this out to us.' Myriell pointed out at the end of her narration. 'We will be allowed to continue, will we Professor? Ravenclaw is after all the house of knowledge
| foxee-chik chapter 13 . 12/23/2011
wow! keep goin! i like it! i cant w8 n2 read the nxt chap!
| GabbyKat13 chapter 13 . 12/23/2011
The way you wrote Harry talking about the dragons at the end made me cry a little. The way he talked it almost remind me of dog fighting, it's sad. Harry should so do something about it. *hope*
| Tiidarth chapter 13 . 12/21/2011
good story... heads up the chapters 11 and 12 are majorly screwed up, a server error or something.
| Slytherin's Pimp chapter 13 . 12/21/2011
You have to update this! I want to see Harry do something to save those poor dragons! :*( Just like man to cause the mass destruction of a species, and can you cripple dumb-as-a-door while you at it?
| G Fawkes chapter 13 . 12/20/2011
OK, just finished ch 13. This is really good. More, please?
| G Fawkes chapter 10 . 12/20/2011
I know it's not canon, but why DOESN'T Harry have some big manor (or ten) which he could be sharing with Remus and Sirius? Those two are staying at Lupin's (probably not too nice), but where is Potter Manor, or The Pottery, or 'Potter's Palace'... unless Dumble's is using it and has a fidelius on it, making everyone forget? Hmmmm!
| G Fawkes chapter 6 . 12/20/2011
Please extend my thanks to your muse. I wholeheartedly support selective Weasley bashing (Ron, Ginny, Molly... the others are o.k.) I also appreciate You NOT letting Molly get her greedy little stubs on Harry's vault key. Merlin knows, Harry would have ended up financing the entire school year for the redheads.
In the back of my head, I wish Harry would have said he wanted to return home, the next day after the match. It might have gone a long way for someone's attitude to hear that 'even the Dursleys' treated him better than what Ron had been doing. That, and Hermione would have left too, on principle.
| Shadow315 chapter 13 . 12/20/2011
I hope a reporter overheard or something! Those poor dragons!