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As he filed into the Great Hall with the other students for the End of Year feast, Harry contemplated the events which had occurred after he had sent Voldie packing.
Hermione had borrowed Grace several times to exchange letters with Flamel (he still had no clue how Grace had found him when most of the world couldn't) and had learned that the stone she had managed to prevent Quirrell from claiming was actually a fake after all. However, Flamel had been quite impressed by her bravery (even though she didn't remember any of what she'd done) and had sent a token of his appreciation to her parents, for Hermione to open once she returned home.
At his request (and using instructions that he had supplied), Hermione had destroyed the fake stone, disenchanting it and turning it back into a lump of Mithril. Hermione was already researching how it could be used to augment spell-based protections.
Neville and Padma were both far more capable than they had been before. Waking up to find that they had both been obliviated had encouraged them to increase their efforts in DADA, which had been temporarily taught by Dumbledore himself. Both had improved significantly in both evasion and shielding and they often practiced against each other under Flitwick's direction.
Draco had been far quieter than normal, something which had attracted Harry's attention. However, the Blond Slytherin hadn't actually done anything that Harry could discover. Nevertheless, his change in attitude was highly suspicious.
The final Quidditch match (Gryffindor vs Slytherin) had been hard-fought, but Percy Weasley had again caught the Snitch, winning the game by thirty points, just enough of a margin that the Quidditch Cup was going to live in the Gryffindor tower next year given that the Lions had won all three of their games. Cho Chang had taken it as a challenge rather than an insult and had made comments about spending the summer studying with one of the Quidditch teams.
Once everyone was settled down, Dumbledore stood up, unleashing a crackling spark from his wand to get everyone's attention.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore smiled at them. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast! What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were… you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts…
"Now, as I understand it, the House Cup needs awarding and the points stand thus. Gryffindor are in fourth place with two hundred and fifteen points, Hufflepuff are in third with three hundred and seventy one. Slytherin are in second place with four hundred and sixteen while Ravenclaw are in first place with four hundred and twenty-five!
"This means that Ravenclaw have won the House Cup!"
As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his wand, turning the decorations from the mixed colors that they had been into the blue-and-silver of Ravenclaw.
"One moment, Headmaster." Snape said, standing up and Dumbledore looked at him curiously. The Potions Master pulled a small book out of his robe as he descended from the dais on which the Teacher's Table rested and he continued to speak as he walked down the hall.
"I wish to award ten points."
Draco smirked, then frowned in confusion as Snape walked straight past him. The Professor walked up to Harry and held the book out to him.
"Thank you for loaning me the journals." He said as Harry accepted the book and tucked it away, noting a piece of parchment sticking out that hadn't been there before. "Five points to Ravenclaw for the loan which has aided me in finishing the development of a Potion that I had abandoned, and another five points to Ravenclaw as a whole for the establishment of your inter-house study group."
Ignoring the shocked silence, Snape turned and returned to the Teacher's Table.
"What was that about?" Neville asked in shock while on the Slytherin table, Drago was gripping his goblet so hard that the metal had actually deformed slightly.
"I think he was making a point to his House." Hermione half-whispered. "What's the bet that we'll get some Slytherins joining us next year?"
"Well, that was quite a surprise, wasn't it?" Dumbledore asked, smiling at the dour Potions Master, who simply re-seated himself. "And so, I believe that it's time for just a few more words and here they are! Tuck in!"
Harry grinned as the tables suddenly filled with food.
"We'll win the Quidditch Cup next year." Roger Davies declared. "Just watch."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Back home tomorrow." Neville sighed as he settled back in his bed. "Another round of political trading disguised as parties, social backstabbing and boring lessons in etiquette."
"I'll make sure to invite you over once I've purchased some more films." Harry laughed. "Of course, it may take a while. I've got a meeting with Axefist to get through and I need to finish getting my home sorted. For starters, I need more reference books for my library… both Magical and Muggle. Plus food shopping, new clothes… I'm going to be quite busy for the first couple of weeks."
"Sounds like it." Neville yawned. "Well, invite me over for your birthday, at least."
Harry froze. "Oh hell. I'm going to have to hold a party since I'm the Head of the Potter family! Crap! Erm, Nev, I'm probably going to need your help… or your Gran's, in order to work out just who to invite…"
"You do need to get some good publicity to offset what happened last Christmas." Neville agreed. "Hosting a party to celebrate your birthday would help you make more connections which will be useful once you finish at Hogwarts."
"And maybe before as well." Harry sighed. "I'll have to make sure to invite Madam Bones and her niece as a way of saying thank-you. Actually, do you know when her niece's birthday is? I really should send her a present or something…"
Neville chuckled. "So long as she doesn't take it as a marriage proposal."
Harry froze. "Damn, do you think she would?"
Neville broke down with laughter and Harry glared at him for a moment.
"Okay, that was actually pretty funny. I'm going to have to get you back for that, though."
The rocking of the carriage was rather soothing, as was the sound of the steam engine pulling the train towards Kings Cross.
"That was quite an interesting year." Hermione finally offered. "Harry, thanks for loaning me Grace."
"You're welcome." Harry said, reaching up to stroke the Snowy Owl who was perched on his shoulder and occasionally running her beak through his hair in a doomed attempt to try and tame it. "So, consider yourself invited for my birthday. If you want to stay over so you can show your parents more of what you learned, that'll be fine."
"Thanks, Harry." Hermione said softly. "I'd like that."
"Of course, it may have to wait a bit." Harry mused. "I mean, I still need to oversee some final modifications to the house."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Hermione smiled. "Besides, I won't be able to make the first couple of weeks. My parents and I are headed to the Ile du Levant in France for a fortnight, then we're off to Paris for another week. At least I'll be able to get some clothes shopping done in Paris. Robes may be warm, but they seem so… Victorian and boring."
"What sort of clothes do Muggles wear, then?" Neville asked and Hermione laughed.
"Loads of things! I'll try to find some style magazines to give you an idea."
"Thanks." Neville said gratefully. "I don't know if it's still the case, but before Christmas, Gran refused to believe that the Muggles had anything that was better than what we Magicals have."
"The magic of Disney." Hermione giggled.
"Speaking of, what other films do you recommend I buy?" Harry asked, pulling out his notebook.
"Darling, the train will be arriving soon."
"I know, my beloved." Lucius Malfoy smiled, taking one more look at his newest purchase. In the center of the purpose-built extension stood a jewel-encrusted table with a scale model of a Quidditch Pitch on the top. Ornate shelves mounted on the walls decorated in various colors held the models of the various Quidditch teams and the respective tokens required to link the table to the arrays in their stadiums, meaning that Lucius and his allies could watch (and listen to) the games in a luxurious setting rather than slumming with those who didn't understand the value of tradition.
"Dobby! My cloak and cane!"
A House-elf appeared before him with the items in question and Lucius swung the cloak over his shoulders before scooping up the cane, ignoring Dobby as he vanished again.
"I am ready, my beloved. Let us go and collect our son."
"I'll send Grace with a formal invitation, but if you and your parents want to come at any time in the last week of July, I'll be happy to put you up." Harry said as Hermione climbed out of his Trunk clad in jeans and a jumper rather than robes."
"Thanks." Hermione smiled as she bundled her robes into her own trunk, then followed Harry's example by shrinking it and putting it in her pocket. "And thanks for letting me use your trunk to change in. I didn't want to kick you out of the compartment, but there was quite a queue for the toilets…"
"Not a problem." Harry laughed as the train came to a halt at Platform Nine-and-three-quarters. "Nev, got your stuff?"
"I do." Neville smiled. "Trevor's safe in his aquarium… thanks for recommending that I get one, he likes it there. You got everything?"
"I do." Harry grinned. "Even got my new broom which I brought from uncle Fil."
Hermione shook her head in mock despair. "I don't know how I put up with you, given how you keep twisting the rules like that!"
"Because you like having a strong man around to help you?" Harry laughed, striking a body-builder's pose, then ducking the dope-slap Hermione launched at him. "Easy there, you'll dislodge Grace."
"Sorry, Grace." Hermione apologized. "But could you slap him for me?"
Grace obliged, swatting Harry with her wing and he glared at her.
Harry found himself catapulted out of the Floo, only to come to a halt in the middle of the room. As he was lowered to the ground, he found himself facing Jor-El.
"Welcome back, sir."
"Thanks." Harry said as his feet settled on the ground. "I assume that the construction went as planned?"
"It did, sir." Jor-El confirmed. "The Dimensional Reactor is fully operational and providing more than enough power to run all systems as optimal levels."
"And the fact that you're here means that the conversion went as planned." Harry noted, looking round and failing to see any changes from the previous time he had been in the room. "You know, at Hogwarts, there are ghosts… maybe I could pass you off as one, a ghost tied into the house. It would let you interact with my visitors if needed… although we'd have to create some form of backstory since I don't think that the Wizarding World would take kindly to the fact that I'm not the trueborn son of James and Lily."
"Quite possible, sir." Jor-El agreed. "How would you like me to present myself?"
Harry tilted his head slightly in thought. "Hmmm, grayscale, slightly out of focus and hovering above the ground rather than walking would be a good start." He finally decided. "As for interacting with guests, perhaps you could pretend to be my butler or something? A spirit tied to the land, perhaps?"
"That would allow me to use my abilities as required without causing any suspicions." Jor-El agreed. "I shall do as you request, Kal-El."
"And I think you'd better call me Harry."
"As you request, Harry."
Harry nodded as he pulled out his Trunk and un-shrunk it. Opening the Bookcase, he looked at Jor-El.
"Any chance you could move these to the library for me?"
The books floated off their shelves and vanished through the doorway.
"Cool." Harry grinned. "This is going to be a brilliant summer! Oh, are there any records of how Kryptonians used to use magic?"
"The records in question have already been printed out and placed in the library for you, sir."
"Nice work." Harry congratulated the A.I. "I'll also need records on any Kryptonian martial arts you may have. I get the feeling that at least one of my friends will want me to teach them."
"The training room is capable of aiding you in learning the Kryptonian fighting art of your choice, sir."
Harry blinked. "Okay. First, I think I need a quick tour of my expanded home."
"Very good, sir."
"And I also need to check the Potions Lab. I may have need of it soon…"
END OF BOOK ONE
Author's Afternote - Yes, Hermione and Neville don't know what happened with the Quirrellmort thanks in part to Draco (in a wonderful case of Nice Job Fixing It, Villain) and so Harry's secret is safe for now.
The Magical World is already changing, but change brings opportunities for both the Light and the Dark.
I do intend to write Book 2, but it will be a while before I can get started as I have several other ideas I need to deal with first.
I hope you enjoyed the Last Mage of Krypton.
Edit - Book 2 has begun with the title Rising From The Shadows.