Griffins Pride v2 - 1 (Patreon)

Note: With Sirius not in Azkaban there wasn't any escape or a reason for Dementors to be stationed at the school. Buckbeak was handled much in the same way ala time-turner shenanigans. This takes place in Year Four for extra witches present to make sense. I've decided to restart this rather than completely rewrite it.

Chapter 1 has some minor changes and some additional dialogue to it as it's a summary of the AU plot. The adjustments and additions will become obvious as the story goes. This will be a harem story.

This was requested as a Chapter Push from a $15 Patron. It's a seldom used feature of that tier. This story will continue to be updated as the request remains.

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Harry didn't relax until the Hogwarts Express started to move. His mother had always been protective after his father had died fighting Voldemort. The sacrifice had given her enough time to prepare some sort of spell that destroyed the Dark Lords physical body. Lily was knocked unconscious for a week due to magical exhaustion and Harry came away with a neat scar, but Voldemort had been sent fleeing as a specter. This led to years of training for the eventual return.

Lily, Sirius, and occasionally, Remus taught him magic for years before his first year at Hogwarts. He knew how to apparate by the time he was ten. It was only short distance hops, but it was still impressive. He also carried an emergency port key that sent him to the magical equivalent of a safe room.

Harry knew the curriculum up to seventh year. Still, he wasn't going to miss going to school. His uncles were awesome, and so were the tutors they brought in, but he wanted to be around other kids. The mandatory Pureblood gatherings and holidays didn't count. A few hours of socialization could not replace actual friendship. It was enough to tell him that his 'cousin' Draco was a total jerk, as was his father. Thankfully he wasn't his cousin by blood.

There were a few bright spots during all the posturing.

Narcissa, Draco's mother, was a wonderful woman. She looked like she was perpetually sad, but beautiful and had always been kind to him. Narcissa had been brought in to tutor him in potions. She got along really well with Lily when Lucius wasn't around. Lily had a Mastery in Charms and Potions which meant that the tutoring sessions were mainly for the two women to socialize.

The training and tutoring had started to relax as his first year at Hogwarts neared. Sirius was ecstatic that Harry had been sorted into Gryffindor. The fact that Lily had somehow taken a spot among the faculty was a surprise. Charms and Potions already had established professors, so she had taken the mantle of Muggle Studies. The course was desperately in need of an update. Telephones, cars beyond the crank ones, and proper electricity were introduced for the first time.

Lily was also the only person that Snape seemed to be afraid of. A sharp glare from her would silence the man. Snape absolutely refused to sit at the staff table without at least three other professors between them. It made Potions class tense. Snape hovered near his station, regardless of his partner, and docked him points for every mistake no matter how minor. Harry hated it, but they were all by the book and couldn't contest them. He told himself that the points didn't really matter, that he'd make it up in other subjects, but he hated the man before the first class had finished.

His mother didn't put up a fuss when Harry joined the Quidditch team. She was able to counter the curse on his broom with a few quick flicks of her wand. The fact that Harry still managed to catch the snitch distracted her enough to put the incident aside. While dangerous, it wasn't unheard of for things like this to happen during school games. There weren't as many protections put in place like there were for professional Quidditch. Aside from the inertial dampening spell placed about twenty feet above the ground. Not that they told the students about it. The last thing they needed was for them to catch wind and turn that into a game. Any witch or wizard could curse the broom of the other team. Little Malfoy and his goons were the most likely suspects. It wasn't an overly complex curse.

Everything was going well until Halloween. A troll somehow got into the school. Hermione Granger almost got turned into a smear on the tile. Saving her earned him a friend for life. His years of training made handling a troll more of an inconvenience than true danger. As Grandpa Al said, there was a difference between confidence and foolishness. Constant Vigilance also applied to self-awareness as well.

Lily had torn Quirrell a couple of new holes for his carelessness. Everything calmed down again. At the end of the year his mother and Dumbledore were called away for different reasons. It was odd, but not completely unheard of. Of course, that was when everything went tits up. Harry, Hermione, and Ron worked together to stop Quirrell, with Voldemort as a parasite, from stealing the Philosophers Stone. It was kind of obvious looking back on it. Either he was secretly evil, or he was dangerously incompetent.

That summer had turned into many long days of training. Muggle self-defense, long distance running, tumbling, were mingled with Auror training. Somehow she got approval to use a Time Turner so each day usually lasted thirty-six hours. He thought that with her fears proven correctly that his entire life going forward would be trapped behind the layered wards of Potter Manor. Instead, he was able to return for his second year.

His mother had flexed her political power to get a proper professor for Defense. An American Auror on vacation, Saranna Wilkison. The woman was barely older than the Seventh-Year students. That didn't mean she was unexperienced.

It was an interesting one to say the least. They discovered Harry had inherited Parseltongue, either from the Black family magic or his encounter with Voldemort. Sirius thought it was hilarious that a half-blood with so many Gryffindor qualities had proven to be more Slytherin than any of the Purebloods that had been sorted there for the last few hundred years. Harry found that the House of Snakes treated him better once that information got out.

The first petrification was odd. There hadn't ever been a Gorgon sighting in England. It became clearer when it was discovered that all the roosters had been killed. They knew it was a basilisk. They knew it was most likely in the Chamber of Secrets. What they didn't know was where that actually was or how it was able to move around the school without being seen. A bulk order of mandrake countered the petrification but not the terror it inspired. Harry found the Chamber of Secrets. He went to his mother with the information. She would have pulled him out of school without notice if he went down alone. They approached Wilkison to assist with the basilisk. Lily wasn't happy that he had to come along. It was the only option since he was a Parselmouth.

Harry ended up being the one to face the basilisk on his own thanks to the tunnel collapsing. A healthy helping of luck helped him kill the creature. He also came away with a wicked scar and the knowledge that Tom Riddle was Voldemort. They also knew for certain that he had created more than one horcrux. Dumbledore set about finding a way to track and destroy the horrid things.

Harry honestly wasn't sure that his mother to allow him to return to school this year. It was only because third year had been calm. No roaming monsters, death scares, or Halloween Curse. Even then it felt like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Things seemed to be calming down until the Quidditch World Cup.

Instead of locking him away the thirty-six-hour days of training stayed in place. This time an extra tutor for swordsmanship was added. Harry wasn't going to be a professional any time soon, but it might keep him alive against a creature. Dumbledore wasn’t happy that they didn't hand over the Sword of Gryffindor to Hogwarts. Technically, it belonged to Harry as it had deemed him worthy to draw it. They had thought it was goblin made but it was actually crafted by one of the last dwarven smiths before they started their Stone Slumber. They weren't due to wake up for another hundred years so Harry was the de facto owner.

Now, Harry rested in the cabin with his friends. Ginny had joined the group. She still had a hard time talking to him, but she felt safer when he was close. With her came Luna Lovegood. Her mere presence seemed to aggravate Hermione. The various creatures that she claimed to see, her ability to simply know things, and her lack of filter drove the bookworm up the wall. Harry found he rather enjoyed the petite blonde.

The fact that she had decided his lap was the perfect place to sit had nothing to do with it. She didn't mind that each bump ground her nice bum into his growing erection. In fact, she readjusted to make sure they lined up comfortably. If not for his jeans and her clothes, he would have slipped inside of her. The sensation of her heat on his crotch made it difficult to concentrate on anything else going on around him. His hands instinctively rested on her hips to stabilize her. And help grind her a bit harder as they train trundled on. Luna let out a couple of squeaks as she rocked faster. She stilled and let out a happy sigh. It didn't take long for Harry to reach his peak. The enchantments on his clothes took care of the mess. Magic was awesome.

"Thank you, Harry Potter," Luna smiled serenely at him over her shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione was at her wits end.

"Harry Potter made me orgasm three times," Luna replied simply.

"Luna!" Ginny screamed. "You can't just say that."

"Oh," Luna didn't sound bothered. "But you always wanted me to tell you when I had an orgasm before."

"LUNA!" Ron, Hermione, and Ginny yelled.

"I'm sorry, Harry Potter," Luna gave another smile. "I hope your orgasm was enjoyable as well."

Harry blushed. He nodded.

"You can just call me Harry," He mumbled.

"Okay," Luna settled back into place on his lap with a happy little noise.

Hermione gawked at the pair. Her jaw had dropped open. He could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. She looked at Ron for support but found the ginger was laughing so hard that he couldn't make a sound. Ginny sat next to Harry with a bright blush on her face. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the girl when she noticed that the ginger had scooted closer to Harry.

"Unbelievable," Hermione pulled a book from her bag and started to read aggressively.

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Lily had only allowed Harry to return to Hogwarts after using the combined influence of Potter and Black to add two electives to the curriculum and a small post of Aurors in Hogsmeade. It was magnitudes more difficult to get the classes approved. The madness of arranging the Tri-Wizard Tournament helped cover her machinations.

She had managed to keep the tournament secret, and so Harry found out about it along with everyone else at the Welcome Feast. The addition of new classes and staff, not the sheer amount of time it took to get them on the schedule.

"On a positive note," Headmaster Dumbledore continued. "We are pleased to welcome four new professors to the Hogwarts staff. Professor Andromeda Tonks will teach Practical Applications of Magic. Professor Narcissa Malfoy will teach Alchemy."

The crowd applauded politely. Harry stole a quick look at the Slytherin table. Malfoy looked completely confused.

Andromeda Tonks was Sirius' cousin and a renown Medi-witch. Harry had met her a few times in the past, but her job didn't allow for much free time. Her visits were always short, even on the holidays. Harry knew her daughter and husband much better than he did her. How his mother had managed to get her to settle in for an entire year was a mystery.

"Alchemy and Practical Magic will be available as an elective starting for Third Years," Dumbledore went on to say. "We have set aside the weekend to finalize your schedules with the addition of the new classes. Your head of house will collect your choices on Sunday afternoon."

Students arrived on Friday. They settled in over the weekend and classes started on Monday. The fact that his mother had managed to get two family friends hired was impressive. Narcissa was an easy one for the Board of Trustees as she was the wife of one of the members. Technically, Andromeda was a neutral party. Her reputation was hard to oppose.

"Two final announcements," Headmaster Dumbledore continued after the students had calmed. "Defense Against the Dark Arts will be taught by Alastor Moody."

The gathered students scanned the room for the newly appointed professor. No one stood out. They were about to move on when the doors to the Great Hall slammed open. A ragged man with a peg-leg stomped in. He was absolutely soaked and didn't seem to care.

Harry wasn't close to the man, but he could clearly hear the wizard cursing up a storm as he walked. Dumbledore greeted the man with a smile and motioned to an open seat at the staff table. Snape looked incredibly uncomfortable. That was already a point in Moody's favor.

"And for our final announcement," Dumbledore calmed the now chattering crowd. "Quidditch this year will be canceled."

All four houses erupted in protest. For the first time since Harry had arrived at Hogwarts they were truly united. Not that Harry noticed, he was among the angry crowd.

"In its place we will be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament," Dumbledore pressed on.

The Headmaster went on to explain the details, the age limit, and when the schools would arrive. Harry eyed his mother through the announcement. The additional training over the summer made sense now. She had been stressed but wouldn't explain why. There was a good chance that Harry would get pulled into things. The tournament would open the school grounds to outsiders which meant there were going to be a lot of unknown people around and it would be easier to slip in someone loyal to Voldemort.

Harry gave his mother a comforting smile when their eyes met. She returned it with a tight one of her own. He had one year of relative normalcy and really, really hoped that this year would be a repeat. If nothing else, he was planning on distracting himself with the influx of foreign witches.

"What do you think, Harry?" Ron bumped his shoulder. "Are you going to put your name in?"

"You can't. There's an Age Line," Hermione cut in. "No one under seventeen can enter."

"The twins will figure something out," Ron shrugged. "Well, Harry?"

"No," Harry shook his head. "My mom would kill me."

Ron patted him on the shoulder.

"Chin up," His friend said. "Think of the ladies."

"Ronald!" Hermione swatted him on the back of the head.

"I always do," Harry smiled.

"Harry!" Hermione gave him a slap on the shoulder. "Boys." She grumbled.

"What about the new classes?" Ron asked, instantly distracting the witch.

"Practical Applications of Magic," Hermione practically vibrated with excitement. "That sounds so interesting. I don’t know how I will manage it though. My schedule is already full of Care of Magical Creatures, Runes, and Arithmancy."

 "Hermione," Harry cocked his head to the side. "Are you sure you can handle all that? "

She nodded.

"How can you make that work?" Harry pressed.

"That's mental," Ron added.

Harry's eyes narrowed. He focused on her neck. A familiar thin gold chain rested against her skin.

"Hermione," He said slowly. "Is that what I think it is?"

"I have no idea what you mean," Hermione tucked the chain under her shirt collar.

"A necklace?" Ron asked.

"A time turner," Harry held out his hand. "Again? We've been through this before. Give it."

"I'm not going to give it to you," Hermione clicked her tongue. "Professor McGonagall trusted me to keep it secret. She said I did excellent after last year."

"Hermione," He put down his hand. "You know I love you-"

"Aw," Hermione smiled brightly. "I love you too, Harry. You're like the little brother I never had."

"What about me?" Ron cut in.

"You're the annoying cousin," Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.

"Hey!" Ron tossed a chocolate frog at her.

"Nice try," Harry snatched the candy from the air. "You aren't going to distract me. This is important."

Hermione crossed her arms with a huff.

"I've had to do extra hours a day for the last two summers," Harry softened his tone. "Even then, we take a day off between to recover and work on easier things. Last year practically made you go mad."

Hermione glared at him.

"You're the smartest person I know," He winked at her. "After me, that is."

"Not everyone has a mother with dual mastership," Hermione grumbled.

"Still," Harry pressed on. "I couldn't handle this schedule. It's not like you can use the Time Turner to get extra sleep either. I know I can't convince you to drop all of them. Please, only take one extra class. Use the other period for review or study hall. Something to let your brain relax a little."

"Fine," Hermione muttered. "One of these days, Potter, I'm going to knock you out of the top spot."

Harry sighed.

"Enough of that," Ron pushed back into the conversation. "I am not the annoying cousin."

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"Students," Professor McGonagall spoke as she strode into the common room. "Please turn in your schedule change requests. I will present you with your completed list tomorrow at breakfast."

Hermione was the first in line. She bounced with energy as she held over the new list. The Professor looked over the list. She tapped it with her wand and piece of parchment vanished. The process was repeated until all of the lists had been turned in. Hermione pulled the two wizards over to a nearby cluster of chairs to watch people give their choices to the professor. Harry didn't understand why, but it made his friend happy, so he didn't mind.

"What did you choose?" Hermione asked Ron and Harry.

"I swapped Divination with Practical Magic," Harry replied. "I'll check out Alchemy after Christmas."

"You dropped Divination?" Ron huffed. "We were supposed to take that together."

"I wasn't going to drop Care," Harry shook his head. "It would break Hagrid's heart."

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Harry sat with a mingled accumulation of students from all four houses. Professor Andromeda Tonks, not Aunt Andi right now, smiled calmly as she waited for the rest of the class to fill in. The class was a mix of all four houses since it was an elective.

"Quite the turnout," Professor Tonks said. "Welcome to Practical Magic. This course will cover the many, many uses of magic in your daily life. This includes enchanting, charms, transfiguration, and runes. These are established techniques, so we won't have to worry about spell creation or Arithmancy."

The students waited for her to continue.

"So well behaved," Professor Tonks teased. "Most people think of cleaning and other spells used in food preparation. We will cover those, but there are more applications as well. Please take out your wands."

Professor Tonks walked them through the simply charms first. Cleaning, mending, repairing, and other maintenance spells.

"Now that I have thoroughly bored you all to tears," Professor Tonks laughed. "Let's talk about the nonconventional uses of the spells. Any ideas?"

"Dueling?" A Hufflepuff that he didn't recognize suggested.

"I'll give you ten points if can provide an example," Professor Tonks countered.

No one answered. After a moment everyone turned to look at Hermione. She gave them a smug smile.

"Use a cleaning charm on the dueling platform," Hermione offered.

"Ten points to Gryffindor," Professor Tonks replied. "Twenty points to anyone, other than Miss Granger, who can tell me another one."

Hermione let out a shocked gasp. She was the most vocal in class, but everyone knew that Harry had top marks. He just didn't like the attention.

"Mister Potter?" Professor Tonks prompted.

"Hermione has the right thought," Harry nodded to his friend. "Altering the environment is a good idea. My favorite is a breath freshening spell, it will muddle vocal casting."

"Twenty points to Gryffindor," Professor Tonks inclined her head. "Catch up, my snakes. It pains me to give so many points to other houses."

That got a small chuckle from the class.

"Can anyone tell me how to counter a Practical charm in dueling?" Professor Tonks added.

Not even Hermione raised her hand.

"Most shields can block the spells," She continued. "This is due to the focus that a shield requires. They are best used when unexpected, or when an opponent is focusing on other forms of defense. Your magic doesn't recognize the Practical Charm, such as Breath Freshening, as a threat. It takes active attention to block them. A standard Protego can stop it."

"Then why bother?" Ron asked.

"Protego locks a person in place. An experienced duelist can stay in motion while holding the shield, but it limits their range of movement," She explained. "Standing still in a duel is dangerous meaning that Protego isn't used as often as you would expect."

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"Hey, Potter!" A girl called from behind him.

Harry turned to see Pansy stomping toward him. She was dressed in the standard Slytherin colors, but her style had changed over the summer. Her look was set apart from the others by the black lipstick and dark eyeliner. He wasn't sure what had changed, but the new look was good on her. Her pale skin complimented the dark colors perfectly. His mother had told him that Lord Parkinson had approached her about a marriage contract for the two when they were much younger. She had denied it, and all others, on principle alone. That had caused even more tension between Harry and Pansy beyond the House Rivalry. She hadn't spoken to him in the last two years, but there were many, many glares.

"What, Parkinson?" Harry asked.

"You've got a handle on these new classes already," Pansy stated.

"Practical magic, yeah," Harry nodded. "I'm taking Alchemy next rotation."

He waited for her to continue. She grumbled something under her breath.

"I need a study partner," Pansy spat out. "You're the best bet."

"For one new class?" Harry asked.

"No. I'm not taking Alchemy," Pansy dropped her voice low. "I need help in Charms too."

"Oh," Harry blinked in a shock at the information. "Sure. When did you want to meet?"

"Saturday afternoon," Pansy visibly relaxed. "There's a big room on the third floor that will work."

Harry smiled at the realization.

"Did it smell like dog?" He asked.

"How did you know?" She raised her eyebrows at the question.

"Just a hunch," Harry laughed. "See you then," He paused. "This had better not be a trap for your dear Draco."

"Please," She rolled her eyes. "I want nothing to do with Malfoy."

Pansy stalked away before he could ask any more questions. The last he knew she was following Draco around like a lost puppy. He had no idea what had happened to cause that change. Harry was about to join his friends when someone else called for his attention.

"Mister Potter," Professor Tonks spoke from the doorway.

Harry turned and gave her his best 'who me' smile.

"A word," Professor Tonks stepped aside to allow him entry.

Harry shot Ron and Hermione a confused look which they returned.

"Go on, I'll meet you for lunch," Harry shrugged.

He stepped back into the classroom to join Professor Tonks. She waited for him at the front of the room. A subtle flick of her wand closed and locked the door. Harry jumped at the sound.

"Your mother spoke with my sister and I," Andromeda motioned for him to approach. "We'll continue your training through the school year. Wednesday evenings will be with Narcissa. Thursday will be with me. As long as it stays calm you'll have the weekend to yourself."

Harry's shoulders sagged. Of course.

"Is spending time with your old auntie so bad?" Andromeda pouted.

"You're not old," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Too old to keep your attention through class," Andi teased. "What was her name? The Hufflepuff you kept sneaking looks at?"

"I wasn't sneaking peaks at anyone," Harry felt his cheeks flush.

"Abbot," Andi snapped her fingers. "Cute, a little shy, but a good figure."

"Auntie!" Harry groaned.

"I'll see you Thursday evening," Andi dismissed him with a wicked smile.

Andromeda watched him leave. An exasperated look crossed her face, but she didn't say anything to stop him. He had opened the door without a second thought, even though her spells were still in place. Harry was a walking powerhouse, a force of nature in the form of a human. He didn't know it, but every witch in the castle could feel it. A normal wizard needed a witch to even out their power. It was a shared loop that enriched and stabilized their magic. The stronger the wizard, the more witches he would need. Harry's magic hadn't fully developed yet, and he already needed someone to even him out. His spells were strong for his age, without a witch to stabilize him, he would be all over the place. It wouldn't be too long before his power was out of control and overcharged some spells while others would fizzle out.

Andi let out a sigh once she heard the lock click into place. She needed to gather herself before she went down for lunch. A new pair of panties wouldn't be a bad idea.