The Chronicles of Black.

"No need. I found a very handy charm in that book that I got from the Restricted Section. If they try to open my locked trunk again…they're going to seriously regret it."

"What does it do?" Draco asked eagerly.

"Let's just say that they won't be using their hands again for a while." Harry grinned.

"You know that they're going to try again." Draco said with a happy smirk. "I'm counting on it." Harry grinned wider.

"I love this new side of you." Blaise insisted.

"It's always been there, I just never exercised it much."

"You've always wanted to curse people?" Draco asked with disbelief and a touch of surprise.

Harry looked at him seriously. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course. On my honour as a Malfoy."

"I actually cast the Cruciatus curse on Bellatrix right after she killed Sirius, before any of this happened and before I was adopted. That fake Moody in our fourth year really shouldn't have demonstrated those spells; he not only showed us their effects, but he taught us all the incantations and wand movements for the Unforgivables too." The two sixteen-year-olds opposite gaped at him and Harry shrugged.

"She is the person that I hate most in this world."

"But, the Dark Lord, he killed…you know." Blaise said uncomfortably.

"Yes, but I never knew them. I can't even draw upon one memory of them; I was too young to remember so they're just a concept to me, something I knew I had, but I don't have anymore. You can't miss something that you don't remember having. But I knew Sirius really well, I loved him, I had memories and presents off of him. I remember how he looked and smelt, how tightly he used to hug me, the sound of his voice, the feel of his robes under my hands, his loud laugh, and the way he prepared the coffee that he was always drinking from the moment he got up until the moment he went to bed. I remember that he always put it in his favourite mug. I loved him. I remember everything about him and she killed him right in front of me, a memory that haunts me every single night and leaves me bathed in a cold sweat. I hate her the most…her and Umbridge. I'll never forgive either of them."

Harry left the two boys staring after him and he went to redo all of his homework, as his originals had all been destroyed last night. He'd had to borrow a quill, ink, and parchment off of Draco.

He reached Gryffindor Tower with no problems and he sighed as he went up to the boys' dormitory and made it to his bed, where all of his salvageable things were waiting for his attention. He had no robes, no clothes, hardly any books left (and none of them had escaped damage), no trunk, and his Firebolt was still missing. The one thing that he had off of Sirius was his beloved Firebolt and he was not going to let them get away with taking such a precious gift from him. They had no right to even touch it.

The broom was personalised to him anyway, so they couldn't even try to claim it as theirs, everyone knew that he was the only person at Hogwarts with a Firebolt, but it was an inconvenience because he was holding a Quidditch tryout tomorrow. He needed new Beaters, a new Chaser, and a new Keeper, and if certain members of the Gryffindor team were as difficult as his dormmates were being, especially after the way Ginny had reacted to him in the library, then he would need to hold more tryouts for more players on top of the new Beaters, Chaser, and the Keeper that he already needed. Maybe he should just replace the entire Gryffindor team, it might actually be easier, but then he hadn't seen Katie Bell yet, maybe she didn't care that he'd been adopted at all, he'd have to find out otherwise he'd be the only member of the team that had been on the team last year. He sat on his bed and redid his homework, using the notes that Blaise and Draco had kindly given to him because, again, his had gone missing in the night. Instead of learning more about Ancient Runes and Arithmancy and reading more to make himself understand more, he was now redoing homework that was due to be submitted in the next week. Thankfully, it was a Saturday and not a weekday, so he had the time he needed to do it all again, even if it did ruin all of his plans for self-study.

Hopefully, all of his new things would arrive by Monday morning because he only had what he was currently wearing and he couldn't keep transfiguring them into pyjamas and back and he had no socks to wear and no change of underwear either, he felt like he was back in the cupboard, wearing his cousin's too big, baggy briefs and a pair of trousers and a shirt that were several sizes too big for him. He clenched his teeth together and took in several long, deep breaths. He would have his revenge on them, even if he had to wait weeks to implement it. He would pay them back for what they'd done to him twice now. It was only a matter of time and he could hardly wait to take his revenge on them now.

Harry had been forced to hold tryouts on a borrowed school broom, but Professor McGonagall had promised him that she wouldn't accept thievery and she'd have his broom back with him as soon as could be managed. He'd tried to summon it twice now, but wherever it was, it wasn't responding to his spell.

He'd still shown up most of the applicants for the team positions on the school broom and he'd thrown Ginny off of the team too after she had refused to stop belittling him and had petulantly and blatantly ignored his Captain's orders. From her face, she hadn't expected him to react at all, let alone by throwing her off of the team. It was her own fault for being so puerile and bitter over his adoption. If she couldn't be happy for him, then fine, but if she couldn't even put it aside long enough to get ten minutes into a practice session without sneering and belittling him, then he was not going to put up with her. It made it better because he knew that she wanted to be a professional player, her chances of that now were slimmer, because any team she applied to could look into her school records and see that she had been kicked off of her school team for unprofessional conduct towards her team captain.

He'd made a whole new team, though Katie Bell was still a Chaser with the new addition of Demelza Robins and a new girl to replace Ginny named Sarah Priskin. His two new Beaters were third-years and his Keeper was a second-year. He had a young team, with a touch of experience from himself and Katie. If he played his cards right and trained them superbly, then this team would be Gryffindor's triumph for the next four years.

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