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Severus waited impatiently for the last arrival for this absolutely pointless meeting. Once a month Albus insisted on meeting all four heads in a 'casual' setting in the sitting room attached to the headmaster's office.

A pure Hufflepuff setting - even if the colors tended towards beige and cream white, instead of yellow and black. The thick beige wooly carpet and the large soft armchairs spread around the marble fireplace gave off a comfortable air - that never failed to make Severus uncomfortable. How could anyone stand all the softness and fake safety the room offered. Here and there were signs of Hogwarts - lion paws as feet for the table - ravens in flight in reliefs across the fireplace - badgers happily frolicking on the curtains hiding the only window. And Albus wondered why Severus disliked the room so - when the only sign of the serpents belonging at Hogwarts at all - were painted on the tea set they utilized.

A tea set Severus gave the headmaster at Christmas - back when he'd been a new insecure professor trying to ingratiate himself to the man holding his leash.

Albus might be the greatest wizard in known memory - but even those with great vision had blinders. At least to his credit, the man knew it, and employed Severus to call him to the carpet when he failed to take his Slytherins into account.

Always.

Or when he failed to conceive of the thought that not everyone that fought on the same side were necessarily allies. Albus could be ruthless when necessary, true. He just failed to use it as the first avenue of response.

Severus stared impatiently at the door as his fellow heads chatted amicably. They already had staff meetings regularly - further proving the pointlessness of these get-togethers. Severus was not hired to socialize. He detested teaching and would much prefer to sink into potions research and let this rotten world sink into the abyss where it belonged. Any light in the world had already been ruined beyond help - the rest of it could burn as far as he was concerned. Especially rotten ungrateful children. How anyone could wish to procreate when these specimens of mediocrity ended up as the result, Severus would never understand.

Unfortunately his youthful indiscretions had stained his soul to the degree he'd need the rest of his life to atone, and gave him an unbreakable vow around his neck that ensured he'd follow Albus until the end - even if the purpose of his vow had already utterly failed. If anything he only continued on due to pure stubbornness and a need for revenge on the wizard that had taken everything from Severus. He'd stomach a million twinkling eyes and offers for lemon drops for the chance to see the Dark Lord on the ground - broken and defeated.

If he was a lesser man he might even piss on the bastard's grave if they allowed him one.

Finally the door opened and Albus entered, immediately quieting the other heads. How the Headmaster could manage to be late to a meeting that is literally next to his office… Severus was half convinced he only did it because he knew how much it annoyed him. The other fools in the office would have waited until the end times, secure in the knowledge that if Albus was making them wait - it must be for a good reason. Severus knew the man better, he simply gained amusement in his ways of annoying or prodding at people.

"Oh, no need to quiet down on my account, do continue dear friends." Albus said genially, casually flicking his hand and making the tea set pour them all a cup, milk and sugar and honey floating over the table to deposit just the right amount according to their preferences.

Severus rolled his eyes surreptitiously while the others gave their thanks, what a show off… He thought snidely, never having seen the point himself in such casual and wasteful displays of power. He brought a flask out from his robes and poured a liberal amount into his tea, making it briefly steam extra hot. He'd need the alcohol to get through small talk and being friendly. What a colossal waste of his time.

"Really Severus, you have classes in the morning." Minerva sniffed, taking a sip of her tea, peering at him judgementally.

"How many old and expensive bottles of whiskey do you currently have stashed in your quarters again, Minerva?" Severus replied, a sardonic eyebrow raised. He'd hardly take judgment on alcohol intake from a scot.

"Never you mind that." Minerva answered back primly, but her eyes were amused. His old teacher was the only one - besides Albus - that seemed to find his acerbic personality amusing - to his discontent. It did make for interesting verbal spars now and then. And a monthly game of chess that Severus didn't completely hate. It was better than these meetings at least, and thankfully devoid of the Headmaster.

"A small nip now and then is good for the soul." Filius said sagely, "Teaching children is both wondrous and terrible!" He chuckled, taking a large sip of his tea - imbued with so much honey it was an abomination in Severus' opinion. He preferred his drinks bitter, how anyone could stand such cloying sweetness - it baffled the mind.

"Filius! Don't you join them as well, we're supposed to set an example for the students." Pomona chided, hiding her smirk behind her teacup.

Severus knew the greenhouses well enough to know that what Pomona had in there certainly beat alcohol in taking the edge off, so she could hardly act smugly over them. Alcohol was perfectly legal - some of her crossbreeds were certainly at the edges of legality - if not a step over. Or several dozen.

Some of them had Severus question which of the two of them is really the Death Eater spy…

Being a spy never really leaves you, the things Severus knew about his fellow heads - things he'd learned over the past decade - would likely shock them. And each of them would face fines if not worse for some of them. It took a special kind of wizard or witch to give their life to Hogwarts. Power and quirks tended to go hand in hand.

Luckily Severus was one of the rare powerful few - who did not develop such quirks.

Albus being the prime example… Severus watched the headmaster as he expertly inserted himself into the conversation and steered it to wherever his insatiable curiosity would lead him to today. Easily managing his three fellow heads, putting them at ease, drawing out tidbits of information they'd likely not share in other settings. Minerva, Filius and Pomona were amongst the top 1 percent of powerful mages in Europe, Albus had personally drawn them all into his circle and made them feel indebted to him for it, not that he likely intended it as such. If he had been a Slytherin, Severus would applaud his cunning and skill. Unfortunately Albus really did feel a kinship to them, even Severus. It's what made it so hard to resist when the headmaster pulled on their strings, the knowledge that he did it for benevolent reasons, for the good of Hogwarts or all of Britain.

He also dressed as flamboyantly as a peacock and enjoyed immensely to frustrate other people - especially those with power. Constantly creating problems for himself that he then enjoyed puzzling through and solving. If Voldemort had never appeared, Severus had the feeling the headmaster might have done something stupid in his quest for new and interesting things to do and learn - without the distraction of another dark lord to defeat. To his credit, the headmaster was aware of his quirks, and had placed himself in high positions in the ICW and the Wizengamot to keep himself busy.

Severus continued to be on the periphery as the chatter continued, barely contributing to the conversation, watching as Albus set Filius general excitement to rest, soothed Pomona's natural anxiety over her students and ruffled Minerva's feathers over hers. Severus was just thankful that when those twinkling eyes turned to him with a knowing look, they didn't linger, and he moved on to query Minerva about the Potter brat.

Severus sneered, hands clenched around his tea cup as Minerva professed her elation at how polite the boy was, and her disappointment that he didn't seem to share the skill or studious nature of his parents.

"The boy is useless in potions as well, perhaps the killing curse addled his mind." He snidely interjected, taking some glee in seeing Minerva puff up, as usual when one of her lions were under attack. He ignored Albus' disapproving look. He'd be damned if he had to pretend to be nice to James Potter's spawn even in private.

"He's fairly competent in charms, I rather say the boy seems somewhat shy and unsure of things." Filius jumped in before Minerva could comment, disappointing Severus.

The only fun he could have in these meetings was the back and forth with Minerva. He frowned at the Ravenclaw head, "He's a braggart and attention seeker." He waved a hand dismissively, "Filch already caught him and the youngest Weasley trying to enter the third corridor in their first week." No different than James Potter, can't even last a week before trying to make a spectacle out of himself… He thought with disgust. He couldn't even find a speck of Lily within the boy, James Potter somehow managing to ruin even her child.

"And why was I not made aware of this, Severus?" Minerva straightened in her seat, giving him a disapproving look.

"Filch reported it to me." Severus drawled, a smirk settling on his face at the annoyance he saw briefly appear in the transfiguration mistress's eyes. Filch regularly breached protocol when it came to reporting a student's wrongdoings - as Severus was more likely to punish them harshly.

"If it was their first week, you said? They could simply have been lost." Pomona said charitably, always willing to believe the best of a student. Severus and Minerva's eyes met and they both rolled their eyes, Hufflepuffs.

"Harry grew up with muggles, he is not as knowledgeable of this world as some, he'll just need an adjustment period, I am sure you will all give him enough time to settle in." Albus spoke up, using his twinkling eyes and grandfatherly persona to immediately ensure they all took a soft approach to the brat. Severus sneered at the headmaster, he'd be damned if he gave Potter any more special treatment then he was already getting. Severus doubted the others even noticed the familiar use of Potter's first name by the Headmaster.

"I do notice that he seems somewhat thin and ill dressed, as well as withdrawn. Are you sure he's being treated alright?" Pomona fretted, eyeing Albus with steel eyes despite her anxious appearance.

For a Hufflepuff, she could be vicious when it came to her students. As more than one parent had found out, Severus sometimes wished he could utilize her for the Slytherin parents; his own position made any meetings with them an exercise in futility. He could hardly be the Dark Lord's spy nestled into the ranks of Dumbledore and then turn around and chastise parents for using dark curses on their children. Such things would make its rounds to his old comrades and put him in a bad position.

The fact Dumbledore saw no issue in sacrificing his Slytherins well being over his position as a spy is one of the reasons Snape never fully trusted the man, even now.

"Surely he's had a checkup with Madame Pomfrey." Filius interjected quickly with a relaxed mien, before anyone else could follow up on Pomona's query, "She'd have brought the issue to his head of house if there was a problem."

Eyes turned to Minerva who shook her head, "Nothing has been brought to my attention." She confirmed, while still looking troubled. It still succeeded in settling Pomona down, but Severus eyed Albus shrewdly, noticing the man never answered, due to Filius' timely intervention. The half goblin charms master was likely the most loyal to Dumbledore of all the senior staff, as he'd likely struggle to find any work anywhere else in Britain with his half breed status. And Minerva was notoriously busy as head of the most troublesome house as well as deputy to a Headmaster who spent half the year dealing with the ICW and the Ministry. Something like this could certainly slip by her if Albus intended to.

Albus was remarkably tight lipped and secretive about the Potter brat. And Filius never questions any action the headmaster asked for.

Had he deflected the subject on a signal from Albus? Severus hadn't caught any such signal. Or was it just happenstance? He did not believe in such, not when it came to the Headmaster. Over a decade on from Lily's death and Severus still didn't know where Potter had been placed. He'd even gone to the length of visiting Petunia - just in case Albus had dumped the child on her - but could not spot any wards or any sign of another child living in their residence. For the best really, Severus wouldn't wish Petunia on any child, even the Potter spawn.

All children entering Hogwarts do as a matter of fact receive a health check-up - even the purebloods - a long standing Hogwarts tradition. Severus dropped the matter from his mind, the Potter brat was fine, just more special treatment just for him being small. His lip curled in disgust, where had all this concern been when a small thin Severus Snape arrived at Hogwarts.

Severus' mood was thoroughly ruined even further at those thoughts, he spent the rest of their meeting sipping his alcohol infused tea, refusing to be drawn into any discussion on the new first years or the troubles some of the older years still caused - Weasley twins - or any other petty business that was left to discuss.

Of course, when Albus finally dismissed them from this torturous mandatory get-together, he caught Severus' eyes.

Severus inwardly groaned, before sitting back down, seething. "I still have a matter to discuss with the headmaster." He told his colleagues semi-politely, as the others had stopped to wait for him. Merlin forbid the headmaster could just speak up and say that he needed him to stay behind, no, Severus had to ask to stay behind.

As the door closed behind the other head of houses, and the privacy charms that cover the room are again activated, Severus scowled at the headmaster, "What could you possibly want to discuss tonight, that we haven't already been over?"

Albus sighed wearily, sinking into his own armchair, steepling his fingers in front of him, "I am worried about Quirinus." He said plainly.

Severus frowned, studying the old headmaster critically, he looked tired. "You're already having him watched constantly, I'm practically stalking the damned man after classes, what more can you be worried about?"

"He's too obvious." Albus stroked his beard, eyes not twinkling for once as he stared into the fire, "If he indeed has sold his soul to Tom, he'd not announce himself so boldly."

Severus scowled, "Or he is playing a different game, I have brought this up before, Albus. He might simply desire the stone himself, there has been no unusual whispers or movements amongst his supporters." Well, no more than usual with Malfoy politicking and gathering resources…

"You don't believe in that yourself, Severus." Albus chided, "Quirinus was a decent enough man, if a somewhat withdrawn and solitary one. He has returned from his sabbatical as something altogether different."

"He could have held those views of muggles the entire time, it's not like any of us spent much time with the man." Severus grumbled, but not with much effort, it was he who had brought Quirrell's change to Albus' notice before the school year started.

"I do appreciate that you are as always the devil's advocate in our discussions, but perhaps tonight we can both agree that Quirinus is a problem, and discuss how to deal with it." Albus said dryly, peering at him, "You've been in a mood lately, is Quirinus giving you that much trouble?"

Severus sneered at the idea the former muggle studies professor would give him any trouble. "Hardly, he's easy enough to track, and he hasn't been near the third corridor… No, my mind is focused on something else."

Albus popped a lemon drop in his mouth, waiting patiently for Severus to continue. One of Albus favorite tactics, using silence to make the other person talk.

Severus hesitated for a moment, he hadn't been intending to bring this up to the headmaster at all. Perhaps it was needed, the headmaster could make more sense of the situation then he has so far, perhaps, "It is about Lucas Greenwood." He said reluctantly.

"The young muggleborn student you introduced to the wizarding world?" Albus asked curiously, "How interesting." He continued, with barely hidden delight. "Tell me more, Severus."

Severus rolled his eyes, the headmaster loved his puzzles, but in this instance it might come in handy, because Severus could not figure it out at all. "When I first met him at the orphanage, the child had numerous awards depicting an above average intelligence, further investigation performed after I dropped him back off - confirmed he had skipped several years of schooling and was already looking at possibly muggle universities." Severus had utilized Lucius to use his ministry contacts to dig through the muggle information on the child. He hadn't cared enough to waste time looking for himself, and Lucius owed him several favors.

"Unusual, but not unheard of, but why would you investigate this further, Severus? That is very unlike you." Albus' eyes were twinkling again as he focused entirely on Severus' tale. Severus sneered at the twinkling old coot, he was no doubt imagining that Severus cared for the child, which couldn't be further from the truth.

"The child had Occlumency shields, not well built, since I could detect them so easily, but there. I questioned him on if he had previous teachings of magic and he was truthful in denying it." Severus scowled, the child made no sense, he should be dead or mad.

"Why did you not come to me, a natural muggleborn Occlumens is a danger to himself." Albus grew serious as he pondered the situation, sending Severus a chiding look, "You should have arranged a tutor at least, someone to stabilize him."

Severus scoffed, unconcerned with the lazy telling off, "He seemed fine, the damage was already done - no point in rewarding him for his foolhardy explorations."

"Severus…" Albus sighed with disappointment. "He could have still received help, I'll have to arrange something…"

"No need… Somehow, I don't know how he's achieved it, but in the last few days he's shown the kind of improvement one can only find after being taught." He hissed out, displeasure radiating off him.

"This displeases you?" Albus asked, a bushy eyebrow raised in consternation.

"Don't play the fool, Albus!" Severus hissed out harshly, "Where has the boy found instructions? He can not access the restricted section of the library - I refuse to believe a first year, no matter how clever - has achieved that!"

Albus furrowed his brows, "Indeed, that is a surprise. Have you noticed anything else unusual?"

Severus nodded shortly, "He seems to have an affinity for divination of all things, and according to Madam Pince, he's accessed books for the entire curriculum of several subjects." Severus met the headmaster's curious eyes, a dark scowl on his face, "I reached out to Lucius - and he confirmed that Greenwood has scheduled both OWLs and NEWTs in several subjects for the winter holiday."

"How is Lucius? He must be happy that his son entered under your care in Slytherin." Albus asked mildly. Severus could see the thoughts flittering through the headmaster's mind, the natural Occlumency was one thing - this level of intelligence another. Perhaps Albus would for once agree with him that they needed to do something, interrogate the boy, figure out what he's hiding.

"Nevermind about Lucius. There is something going on with this child." Severus gritted out. Eyes narrowed as he stared the Headmaster down, willing him to take action.

Albus slowly shook his head, "All you've brought me is the story of a prodigy, Severus." He murmured softly, deep in thought. "A Hufflepuff prodigy." He finished mildly, as if that settled things.

Damn him and his idiotic blinders to house colors! If the boy was a Slytherin this wouldn't even be a discussion!

"It's suspicious, Albus!" He insisted, meeting his eyes again, pushing the memory of meeting Greenwood to the frontiers of his mind, allowing Albus to view it.

Albus again shook his head, more firmly this time, "No. Innocent until proven guilty, Severus." He said sternly, "I see nothing but an intelligent child, ahead of his age, perhaps, but nothing malicious."

"You're wrong." Severus scoffed, he knew he shouldn't have said anything, and as always he ended up telling Albus everything anyway, and as always his policy is to wait and see. A first year testing out in several subjects, how couldn't he see how there was something hidden in that boy.

"Possibly, I do get it wrong from time to time." Albus admits genially. "You will leave the young mister Greenwood alone, Severus." He continued, sternly, and it was a command this time. "Don't split your attention, we still have Quirinus to watch."

"Yes, Headmaster." Severus spat out bitterly.

He'd make sure to point out he was right when this all blew up in the venerable old Headmasters face.

There was definitely something going on with that child, even if he was a Hufflepuff.

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It's amazing what just a few days can do. Ominis - once over his reluctance. Advised me on how to properly perform Occlumency. Which showed me how I had been mistaken from the beginning in my approach.

I had been trying to build a mindscape, visualizing it in my head, trying to categorize and store my memories in it. Focusing my magic into my brain to try and create it. This ran entirely counter to what I should have been doing for Occlumency.

Occlumency done properly could best be described as a void, where magic is the thin outer shell of your mind, your shields so to speak, and inside, there is no magic for a Legilimency user to grasp onto, a clear mind, a void where you store your most personal thoughts for safekeeping. It's how you can fool a legilimency practitioner, you'd attach fake memories and thoughts to your shell - so that when it was 'pierced' only the fake memories could be delved into. The attacker believes they've entered your mind. If you perfected the void, an attacker would never see it, lending credence to your false memories and thoughts, the attacker never realizing you were an Occlumens was the ultimate goal of Occlumency.

After all if the attacker believes you're hiding something they might utilize conventional means like torture or Veritaserum instead.

It's why Occlumency was such a difficult art to master, as it forced wizards and witches to clear their minds not only of thoughts, but metaphysically of magic as well. You didn't actually remove magic from your brain or anything physical of that nature in this process. You practiced clearing your mind and meditation - which I at least got right and why I could build shields at all. Yet instead of bringing all that inwards - you faced it outwards, making your innermost sanctuary a complete void of all things. Eventually mastering the ability to hide what you wanted beneath that void where a Legilimens couldn't reach.

Legilimency was an entirely magical dependent mind art, it worked by latching onto the magic in the victim - utilizing it to find what was needed as the victim's magic would be most familiar with it. The memories and thoughts being brought forward are for the most part done so by the victims own magic - the attacker just coaxing it along with their own. It was like a softer, tamer version of the Imperius curse. Likely the precursor - I'd be interested in finding out someday.

Even a half skilled Occlumens would fall to a proper Legilimency attack as they've not yet perfected the magic less void - so not all their secrets would be buried deep enough.

When a skilful Occlumens achieves the void - it makes it impossible for a Legilimency user, no matter how skilled - to find the true mind. Explaining how Snape could fool Voldemort despite his rumored skills in Legilimency.

A skilled Occlumens can also find his own memories in the void easily, without a drop of magic, as he knows where he's placed it all. That's where some of my issues come into play - as I've created a facsimile of the void and parted my mind into one fake almost void and one not - one part not able to reach into the other.

Which in a way worked the same as the void as far as my secrets go - the facsimile not likely detected according to Ominis theories. Because I used magic to create everything, before locking half of it away without magic as some sort of mental last resort safety measure, I can't access them either however - my mind is not able to differentiate between everything without the void there. Everything being done by magic and criss crossed and hidden and just all over making it an overall mess.

Just doing the exercises correctly now, has already shown me a marked improvement in my way of thinking, although I would still need years to achieve the void according to Ominis. And skill in Legilimency to pierce it all together before I can even hope to achieve that void, as a partitioned mind would make reaching that void impossible. Or I could have succeeded in creating multiple personality disorder - where I had been heading if I continued on my partition path.

I will have to remain careful as I go further ahead in magic, and not let canon and fanon theories lead me into dangerous waters again. My mindscape theories are why I've messed up Occlumency so hard. Thankfully, having survived it sane, I'll likely be a natural Legilimens and a strong Occlumens just by my magic being attuned so strongly to mind magic. Ominis and Sebastian both are of the firm belief that this attunement is why I found Divination so easy, a magic more attached to the mind than most other disciplines of magic.

Having decided now to become more proactive, I have several avenues I need to research. I'm not a Gryffindor to jump straight ahead without a plan. Most of the time. I certainly will not count on the Harry Potter way of stumbling ahead in the dark and winning by an inch at the last second.

Firstly, for my own safety, and for my curiosity of how it works, I need to acquire the Marauders map off the Weasley twins. It will take some planning - as they can literally see me coming if I start to stalk them. There's no benefit in taking the map if they know I've been after them, they'll come after me in turn.

So I'd need to find a way to surprise them completely and put them down without catching a glimpse of me, as well as find a warding I can put on it, or any of my belongings for that matter - but especially the map. Hardly any point in stealing the map if the twins can just Accio it out of my pockets at any point.

I doubt the Marauders map shows Pettigrew on it, no doubt he'd be able to protect himself as one of its creators. Yet it will come in handy anyway, and if I could recreate it - I could keep a copy once I'll inevitably hand the original to Harry.

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And that's my second avenue to research. Pettigrew. I have already confirmed that Scabbers exists and has a missing toe - currently Ron's pet, as usual. Yet I am not going to take any chances. In this world I doubt Pettigrew is quite as pathetic of a wizard, although it does make me wonder why he's spent his time as a rat…

Perhaps something I'll find out when I practice my Legilimency on him, if all things work out. No matter how clever or powerful he is, if I catch him as a rat and put him in the Animagus cage I got - he won't get away. Not something I had planned to do anytime soon, but it's necessary to start on Legilimency and he's my best option. At least if I want to do it and not feel bad about it. Plus Ominis will throw another snit and refuse to talk to me if I don't have someone irredeemable to use for the practice.

Ideally if I can wait until after Christmas to get him, that would work better. With the Marauders map in my hands by then - hopefully. I could catch Harry sneaking around in his invisibility cloak and 'borrow' it to sneak into Gryffindor tower and stun Scabbers. I'm not sure I want to wait that long however, it might be worth it to come up with another way to get in unnoticed.

Thirdly, Quirrell. I can not allow myself to be alone with him again for any reason, so I need to somehow explain that to my detention buddies, Harry and Hermione - without giving the actual reason why. He's creepy enough any fear of being alone with him shouldn't be hard to explain to them. Now putting it into action where they can get away with refusing to allow me to be alone with him in detention might be harder.

Quirrell remaining at all is not ideal for me. Why wait the entire year if there's any possible way I can get rid of him now. If he is possessed, a tip to the Aurors should be enough. I would have to research spells and potions to erase any traces however. I likely can't hide that the tip comes from Hogwarts, but if I can hide any way to pinpoint what student sent it, they would have too many possibilities to even bother investigating the tipster. Ideally if I could fake it as a professor being the culprit - it would add weight to the accusation, even if anonymous.

More research it is then, and I already have several entire curriculums to study, and Occlumency lessons I can not afford to skimp on, and the time I need to spend with my friends to not go insane - or have them chase me down to make me socialize anyway.

Cutting down on some sleep might be the best bet for a month or two. Just to get this all settled. I can't allow Quirrell - and it has to be him, who else could it be? - to obliviate me anymore. I have to get Pettigrew, to fix what I've done to my own mind. And the Marauders map is essential if I'm going to continue to avoid Quirrell or whoever else might be a threat. It would also allow me to track Filch better on the off chance he's actually up to no good or replaced. Perhaps another tip to the Aurors…

Plan in place, I exit the Undercroft. I have a Halloween feast to attend. This time there's no crying Hermione in the bathroom - I made sure of it. The golden trio is all attending the feast, no need to run off and fight a troll, which I sincerely doubt is happening anyway. I just can't see this Hogwarts being careless enough or this Quirrell to be quite so stupid - when he's apparently known for his affinity with trolls.

No way anyone manages to smuggle a troll or beastie through the wards without Dumbledore noticing. Not in this world, I'm almost certain of it. I just hope this Dumbledore isn't the let's test Harry Potter kind of Dumbledore…

If Quirrell does let a troll in, all the better in a way, as long as my friends are all in place at the feast. It will give me something else to use to send a bunch of Aurors after him. Even the suspicion might be enough for an interrogation at least - and who knows what might happen with all that.

I enter the Great Hall - the great doors opening automatically for a student, eyes immediately scanning the tables, making a headcount. My Ravenclaws are at their table, the golden trio all together at the Gryffindor table - fuck yes, fuck you Halloween! I head to the Hufflepuff table, where all my Puffs are as well. No one I care about is missing. Perhaps the Halloween curse is just not here this year for Harry. I arrive just in time, the food appearing on the tables just as I sit down.

My eyes flicker to the head table, I frown as I notice Quirrell at the table, as is Filch. There goes my two only suspects - both attending. I turn away somewhat relieved despite it all, even if it means I can't pin a break in on either of them - at least the feast will go on safely.

"Where have you been again? You're gone all the time, Lucas?" Susan asks me, exasperated.

"And don't say studying, we know you're not in the library half the time you say you are!" Hannah says, pointing her fork at me menacingly. "Spill, mister!"

"And you, Nev?" I ask amusedly, might as well get all the questions out at the same time.

Neville shrugs, "There hasn't been any Lucas related incidents for weeks, so I'm fine with whatever you're doing." He says that so serenely as well.

"Neville, you're supposed to back us up!" Hannah groans, flicking a pea at him.

Neville stops the pea with the flat of his hand, just sighing, "I told you to leave it alone." He points out.

"You're not even curious?" Susan asks, blue eyes big and wide, looking at Neville pleadingly.

Neville blushes slightly, avoiding her eyes, "Yeah, but he'll tell us when he feels like it, leave off it." He mutters.

Why do all cute girls use puppy eyes so efficiently? Is that like, just the magic of girls? I think remembering briefly the face of my sister doing the same, before the memory slinks away again.

"Neville, you're definitely my third favorite friend!" I say seriously, clapping him on the back.

"Third? Who's first?" Hannah demands to know.

I raise an eyebrow, smirking at the two girls, "Two paintings I've gotten to know lately." I say, knowing it will annoy them. Neville just concentrates on his food, shaking his head. The guy really knows how much of a shit disturber I am, it's quite nice how quickly he's caught on.

"You're putting a painting above me?" Hannah asks, adding, "Us, I mean." When she sees Susan's look.

"Yup!" I say cheerfully, popping the p. Serving myself from the abundance of food that likely only doesn't crush the table underneath it due to magic. I fucking love house elves. I don't care what Hermione will say - I want one.

"Su will be heartbroken to hear she's considered less of a friend than a painting…" Susan says slyly, her eyes filled with amusement.

Hannah giggles, fistbumping her friend, I'm quite happy the fist bump is going around so easily. I'm a real wizarding world pioneer. Also I'm not quite that easy anymore…

"Su gets me, she'll understand." I say casually. Refusing to let myself be defeated again by the threat of Su making sad eyes at me… At least while she's not at the table to actually do it…

"Oh, come on, just tell us!" Hannah whines.

I roll my eyes, I never intended to keep my actions completely hidden anyway, although they won't be getting details. "I am just practicing spells and divination stuff, it's way ahead of where you guys are and I know you aren't really interested in studying ahead, so I do it alone." I explain as succinctly as I can without revealing the details around the Undercroft.

Susan and Hannah both pout at me, and I turn bewildered to Neville who shakes his head, "They've made up all these fancy theories so now they're disappointed it's something simple." He explains to me.

"Now I want to know what you thought I was doing?" I ask the two girls, intrigued.

Susan snorts, giving Hannah a teasing look, "Hannah thought you and that Tonks girls might be dating."

"I'm eleven…" I say dryly, shaking my head at Hannah's continued fascination with romance. And as hot and nice as Tonks is, she's A, too young for me still, and B way too crazy. Rules of my old life still apply - don't stick it in crazy. Also she's obviously got that Black heritage that is more pronounced here then in canon… They were all kind of crazy - Narcissa and Draco being the most 'normal' Black descendants. Even Andromeda couldn't be called normal, running off to marry a muggleborn in the middle of a blood war where her family was on the other side. Tonks is obviously an adrenaline junky and a bit on the crazy side too - so nope, all kinds of nope.

"It could happen…" Hannah mumbles, cheeks red. "It's more likely than your idea," She fires back at Susan, "There's no way he's hatching a dragon!"

I nod seriously, "That's right, that's in April or May."

My friends all stare at me, Neville groaning in annoyance.

"What?" I ask, with a shit-eating grin on my face.

"When you say it like that, I almost believe there will be a dragon." Neville complains.

Susan and Hannah both nod vigorously, Hannah asking quietly, "Did you see that? Like divining stuff?"

"You know what, no comment." I say, barely able to hold back giggles. It would be hilarious if the golden trio shares the knowledge of Norbert with my friend group come spring. Divination might come in handy as an excuse when I simply know something and have no good reason or anyway to explain why I know it. Although it might not happen as I can't see why Quirrell would need to bribe Hagrid to figure out how to get past the Cerberus.

Further conversation is interrupted as Dumbledore suddenly shoots out of his seat - spry for such an old man - a house elf popping away from his side as he raises his wand, shouting, "STUDENTS -"

He doesn't get further as the doors to the Great Hall are smashed to kindling - as a snarling Cerberus smashes right through, it skids along the floor as all three heads snarl madly at the students, viscera dripping from three massive jaws, it's eyes wide in rage and pain. A translucent barrier snaps into place from the Headmaster - saving the students from the thousands of small shards of wood that crash into the shield barely a second later. It is quickly followed by the Cerberus - who's magic resistant hide makes the barrier fizzle out as the beast slams into it. It quickly settles itself letting loose three piercing howls and the beast swivels - all three heads focusing on the Gryffindor table - as it prepares to leap - many students still frozen to their seats. Students from all houses scramble away from the tables in desperation - leaving their frozen companions behind, the cacophony of noise deafening, as students scream and cry and professor's shout out instructions that are going completely unheeded in the chaos.

Personally I've cast a shield around my friends and myself, dragging them backwards with me, towards the head table, eyes desperately scanning the Ravenclaw table for Padma and Su. Dumbledore will no doubt protect Harry in time so I'm not so worried about the Gryffindors. My breathing is erratic and wild as I face an actual mythological monster - even if from afar. I can sense the absolute pressure of the beast, it has a presence, it's magic roaring out in waves announcing itself as the biggest predator in the room. Just the danger exuding from this beast has my magic churning, readying for a battle to the death.

This all takes place in just a few seconds. The Cerberus does not get more than one step towards the Gryffindors as the professors stop it in its place.

The stone floor of Hogwarts itself rises around the beast, forming itself into grasping arms that lock around the legs of the Cerberus - McGonagall somehow having arrived in front of the Gryffindor table in just a few seconds. She continues to wave her wand as her transfiguration ensnares the Cerberus. The stone cracking as the Cerberus flexes its muscles - McGonagall transfigurating some of the stone into iron, great big manacles snapping around the Cerberus - stone arms winding in and around them, adding extra pressure in holding the beast. There's a magical aura visible around the Transfiguration Mistress as she concentrates - the Cerberus fighting in vain - it's magical resistance helpless facing magic that manipulates its surroundings in such strength as the deputy Headmistress is capable of. Watching McGonagall's livid face and the control over magic she's showcasing, I'm in awe and I'm wondering how it was that anyone would dare fight this woman in the last war.

Roots suddenly sprout from the remaining stone arms, reaching out and further ensnaring the heads of the beast, growing and wiggling itself around the jaws of the Cerberus, snapping its mouths shut, forcing the Cerberus to stand completely still, snarling helplessly - coming out as more of a whine with its jaws shut tightly - it's saliva melting the roots just for them to grow back in an endless cycle. Sprout standing in front of us, joining in on McGonagall's spellwork. Not only are they roots, but I recognize the moss sprouting along them - firemoss, the smoke it's creating - from being rubbed between the roots and the beast, not only working for inducing pain relief, but I'd read that it gives a sense of euphoria. She's working on the beast's pain and rage. I wonder briefly if Sprout carried seeds with her at all times, or if she conjured a magical plant and made it grow around the beast? Hogwarts professors are badass! I can't help but think, slightly in awe.

Pure darkness covers the beast's eyes suddenly as several harps are conjured into existence and charmed to play a soothing lullaby. Flitwick approaches the beast itself, periodically sending silent spells into the torso of the beast, by my guess some sort of variation of the sleeping charm, a Cerberus is pretty spell resistant but if anyone can put one to sleep it's Flitwick. Music is supposed to do it as well, but so far the Cerberus is still standing strong. I'm almost disappointed Flitwicks magical contribution isn't half as cool as the other two Professors, for all that it's still utilizing three separate spells at the same time to great effect on a class XXXX beast.

I look over to the nearby head table, and I'm not the only one wondering why Dumbledore and Snape haven't assisted. Dumbledore could probably have taken it down single handedly, and he had apparently had a few seconds warning too, which… Who released the Cerberus, and got it so far towards the Great Hall that Dumbledore only got warned at the last second by a house elf?

Both of them stand by the head table with wands out - ostensibly for the XXXX class beast, but both are keeping Quirrell in their sights. The defense professor calmly sits at the table - where he's been the entire feast, still sipping tea, relaxed as can be.

I have to strain my ears to hear over the sound of music and the weakening snarls of the Cerberus, but I still catch some of the conversation.

"- the Defense professor, don't you think you should be assisting, Quirinus?" Snape calls out coldly.

Professor Quirrell smiles guilelessly, "You seem to have it well in hand already, although one wonders why on earth a Cerberus is kept in a school full of children." He shakes his head disapprovingly.

"This is not normal behavior, the beast has somehow been bespelled, any theories?" Snape drawls, Dumbledore standing silent vigil at his side, eyes on the Cerberus, which is slowly falling under Flitwicks spells, or his music. The students have somewhat calmed down now that they see that the threat has been conquered.

"A few, but such shan't be shared while the entire student body listens in, they're traumatized enough already, the poor dears." Quirrell says mockingly. His thin lips drawn into a satisfied smirk as he stares down the Potions professor.

"Severus, call the DMLE." Dumbledore says finally, with a heavy sigh, stepping away from the head table, "Students, everything is under control, the beast will be moved shortly, please remain in your seats for now, you will be escorted to your common rooms for a nice cup of hot cocoa by your heads of houses momentarily." He calls out, his voice easily reaching every corner of the Great Hall - a wandless, silent, sonorous no doubt.

As the beast succumbs completely, the students make their way back to their seats, in some cases very hesitantly. But as always with students, soon enough there's whispers all across the hall, going over the event and theorizing on who's responsible.

The Hufflepuff table is no different. Theories fly around wildly. My own eyes are narrowed in on the head table. Quirrell and Filch have been here at the feast - so who released Fluffy? Its whole purpose as a guard dog lay in the fact it's very difficult to put a Cerberus down with spells alone. Unless you're firing killing curses. No student could have bespelled the beast and somehow gotten it out of the third corridor and down to the Great Hall in almost complete silence - almost catching Dumbledore off guard. I'd perhaps believe Voldemort capable - but Quirrell is here?

Who the hell else is there!?

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The Aurors descend on Hogwarts like a swarm of locusts, all classes are put on hold while the Aurors investigate the castle - the once future minister of magic, Rufus Scrimgeour grimly overseeing the process - while staring down any student that dares to speak above a whisper during meal times.

Students aren't part of the investigation as the Aurors neither believe this incident stemmed from the magic of someone not yet graduated - nor - more pragmatically, there is the inherent difficulty in paperwork and red tape when it comes to any official inquiry with a minor in the magical world - which hardly makes it worth the effort. Susan speaks very clearly on the subject - ministry bureaucracy issues a likely fervent complaint from her aunt in the safety of their home.

Neither Dumbledore nor Scrimgeour likely wants to drag the pureblood elite into Hogwarts for every instance of discussing events with a family member of theirs. Such red tape doesn't really exist for muggleborns - as the Headmaster holds in loco parentis for all muggleborns at Hogwarts. That said there isn't really anyone on either the Hogwarts side or the Ministry side that would suspect a muggleborn student for such advanced magic - so there isn't any interrogation for us either. A sad reality of how the magical world thinks - but useful for now, as I could hardly arouse suspicions on Quirrell by outright accusing the man.

That likely wouldn't end well for me.

This situation does give me a real opportunity however. While there are no classes, we aren't completely secluded to the common rooms - due to heavy Auror presence keeping the corridors safe.

The classes aren't postponed because of risk to us after all. They're postponed because the professors are the only suspects. The incident after all is already over with. By Scrimgeour and Dumbledore's fairly equitable conversations at the head table at dinners - the Aurors - or at least Scrimgeour - are aware of the third corridor.

I can't imagine this politeness if the ministry had been unaware of Dumbledore's little trap. Makes me wonder if in canon someone had known as well - at least in the DMLE, as Fudge surely had no clue. How else could all these disastrous events happen without Aurors descending on the castle in canon. Well here at least it seems they're more on the ball, not that they seem to be finding anything or any suspects.

With Quirrell having been at the feast and therefore succeeded in being amongst the professor's least suspect to the Aurors - although hopefully someone like Scrimgeour would suspect him based on him being the defense professor alone. Surely the curse is well known by now. Several professors had been absent for the feast - as had Hagrid. And all of them were at the moment under suspicion. It seems history might repeat itself - as Fluffy is Hagrids, and he therefore makes a viable suspect. Considering he got expelled from Hogwarts for letting loose a beast on the castle…

Suspicion alone isn't enough to haul someone off to the ministry for a more in depth questioning however - thankfully a change from canon in regards to Hagrid - not so much in regard to Quirrell. One in depth interrogation might reveal such things as a possession. If only I could ensure Quirrell is seen as that suspect over Hagrid. Surely Dumbledore must suspect him - for his rhetoric if nothing else. And surely he's shared this with Scrimgeour. I just need to give them something they can use.

There has not yet been such intrusions as searching the professor's quarters or offices - but the longer that no evidence is forthcoming - the likelier such a search will be. I have no hope of breaking into Quirrell's office - certainly not undetected. But I don't need to. If I plant something that shows up on any magical scans right outside of his office - it will be automatically attributed to Quirrell. Especially if it's something like Potions residue - something potentially spilled if a professor is leaving his office in a hurry.

It might not be enough to drag Quirrell in, it might even point them at Snape instead. That's a risk I'm willing to take. I wish I could do more to set up the situation, but I have to be realistic, anything more involved from me might lead to my own capture. And I can not explain to the Aurors why exactly I'm trying to frame professor Quirrell - or survive Quirrell afterwards if they think it a schoolboy prank and let me go into his clutches.

Or perhaps the best of both worlds, the residue makes Quirrell suspect Snape is framing him… And then they both duel to the death.

One can wish.

Two days of suspended classes and nosy Aurors and I'm finally alone - in the Undercroft, using Sebastian and Ominis knowledge to brew a potion that even with me being well ahead of the first year curriculum is beyond me without assistance.

It's technically a dark potion as it requires quite a lot of blood. Its difficulty lies in the need for quite expensive ingredients and in the absolute concentration and painful attention to detail needed in the stirring and making of the potion.

As I finally realize the turquoise hue that my two portrait enclosed friends told me to look for - I take the cauldron of the flame. Thankful for small mercies. Without them I would be stuck with first - fourth year potions at best. Hardly evidence of a plot from an adult. It's slightly annoying that I keep going through my resources at such a speed, the potions lab in the Undercroft being rapidly depleted of rare ingredients that likely took a long time to gather.

"This should be enough for an arrest - even if it isn't enough to actually see him sentenced." I breathe out, taking a step back from the cauldron - utterly covered in sweat and feeling a headache coming on from the absolute focus it had required for the last five hours.

"Just don't be caught before planting the evidence." Sebastian points out dryly, "This potion was restricted even in our time."

"And do not use it, I only agreed to teach you this because of your insistence that this dark lord has latched onto your defense professor." Ominis reminds me sharply.

I nod tiredly, "Yes, yes I know. I will be careful, no one suspects a first year of carrying something dark anyway." I ignore Ominis as he's repeated the same words in different ways for the past 5 plus hours.

I eye the turquoise potion. So pretty for something so sinister. Requiring the blood of seven different magical beasts as well as three drops of blood from a wizard - and a host of other very expensive ingredients I'll not be able to replace for years. It's a potion based on the Imperius curse - not really viable on humans unless they're continuously fed it - but for enslaving magical beasts - it's perfect. According to Sebastian and Ominis its creator had used it to control Dementors in an attempt to attack the Ministry and had subsequently been defeated - kissed - and his potions and spells erased by the ministry. Except the Gaunts had held a tome once upon a time - one Ominis had come into possession of and Sebastian had read in his quest for a cure for his sister. Obscure, almost erased knowledge, is the perfect foil for my plot - as no one would suspect me.

Of course I didn't use my blood either - I'm not an idiot. I surreptitiously pricked a Slytherin seventh year with several needles. If the Aurors can somehow track the blood from the potion they'll find him - not me. I'd feel guilty - but anyone with the last name Carrow is probably a monster anyway.

No matter what Ominis says - I will be keeping the rest of the potion under stasis. There are too many magical beasts that might be a threat or come to be useful for me to discard it so easily.

The potion should - due to the high amount of blood utilized - set off the Aurors spells like crazy. Or so Sebastian says, whose uncle was an Auror back then, so hopefully he knows what he's talking about. And considering the issue at hand is a rampaging magical beast - a potion to control beasts, one that could be applied before one goes to a feast for example, would be a strike against Quirrell… Or Snape.

Honestly, whether he's on our side or not - in this effed up world I can hardly trust him either way so I'm fine with Snape taking the fall too.

I carefully fill a small vial with the aptly named enslaving potion. Ensuring I get none of it on myself, it would hardly do to have the Aurors spells light me up if I happened to walk into one by accident.

"Wish me luck." I mumble to the portraits, as I nervously place the small vial in my mokeskin pouch.

"Do not use it." Ominis only says sternly, before turning away in his portrait as if washing his hands of the entire situation. Sebastian gives me a grin and a shrug - both of us are too used to Ominis prickly personality to take offense.

A situation like this would have been a perfect time to have the Marauders map to ensure no one is near or in Quirrell's office. It is annoying that my decision to become proactive in matters is followed by an immediate situation that I am not equipped to take advantage of to the full extent.

This is a risk, but a low risk for myself, as a first-year muggleborn student, even if I'm caught carrying this vial - no one will believe I've made this complicated dark potion that is not well known. If anything I can claim being under the Imperius or claim confusion and memory problems. Something helped by the fact that if investigated - they'd find that I have indeed been obliviated. So I am not overly worried in that manner.

No, the risk is if I'm caught by Quirrell. It's why I've spent my lunch and afternoon brewing - so as to plant the evidence during dinner. As for the last two days, every professor has attended due to the Aurors. And with the Aurors still present and investigating - there's no reason why that would change today.

The Defense against the Dark Arts corridor is not far from the Undercroft and I arrive within minutes. Trying to appear as if I'm casually making my way through the castle in case any of the portraits are on the lookout for suspicious behavior. Luckily the DADA corridor is devoid of portraits - likely moved by Quirrell as it is rare for anywhere in the common areas of Hogwarts to be completely out of sight of portraits.

Quietly and with great care I unstopper the vial - pouring the small amount of potion in front of the door, as if someone could have - in a hurry - spilled a thimble while rushing out the door. I quickly walk away, making my way to the library - stopping by a bathroom first, taking care to use the vanishing spell on my vial - and to use some spells to freshen up. Even after a multitude of cleaning spells I still feel sweaty. But at least I look presentable.

I breathe out a sigh of relief as I enter the library some minutes later - spying the golden trio at a table and ambling my way over. As far as alibis goes, you couldn't beat the boy-who-lived. As far as Dumbledore is concerned anyway, and as this is Hogwarts, he is the one that matters. I'm not surprised they've skipped dinner - a lot of students have found the Great Hall stifling these past two days.

"Studying hard even while there are no classes - Hermione you've finally done it, you've corrupted the Gryffindors!" I call out cheerfully as I slide into an open seat at the table - surprising all three of them.

"I am a Gryffindor too, you know." Hermione replies distractedly, her nose deep in a musty tome on magical creatures.

"Sure you are." I say patronizingly, earning myself an exasperated look from the brainiac Gryffindor. My consistent insistence that she's secretly a Ravenclaw never fails to annoy her.

"We're not studying!" Ron protests, before he immediately corrects himself with a dirty look at Hermione who easily ignores him, "Well we're not studying." He indicates to himself and Harry, "We're just looking up stuff on the third corridor."

Hermione sighs deeply as Harry's elbow to Ron's gut is a tad late. The Weasley lets out a loud huff of air, looking wounded as he stares at his friends - until it sinks in that he's told me something they were keeping secret, and he blushes scarlet red. Not an attractive look on a Weasley.

"So, not surprisingly the Gryffindors have a death wish." I muse out loud, I tap my fingers on the table eyeing the three, "So, share, what's in there?" I ask, wondering if they're on the same path as canon.

"We didn't do it on purpose, you know." Hermione sniffs, "If it hadn't been for Harry's failed midnight duel with Malfoy we wouldn't have almost been caught by Filch and ended up in the forbidden corridor in the first place!"

Harry looks pained as he stares up at the ceiling of the library, "I've apologized for that, Hermione." From the sound of him, he's done so numerous times.

She looks disgruntled as she dives back into her book, "I'll accept it when you stop being baited by Malfoy over every little thing."

I interrupt, even though I know the sequence of events, this just has to be said, "Wait, you trusted Malfoy - let me guess, he never showed up, but Filch did?"

Ron and Harry look embarrassed as they nod silently to indicate that is exactly what happened.

"Why would you believe anything Malfoy says?" I ask, honestly curious. It had never made sense in canon either. Brave Gryffindors and all that sure, forge ahead, blah blah blah. Yet even at 11 these two shouldn't have trusted Malfoy as far as they can throw him.

"He's always attacking us - and me, a duel seemed like something he'd do." Harry defends himself.

"It was kind of my fault, I accepted before Harry could say anything." Ron says, throwing an annoyed look at Hermione when she clears her throat and adding, "Yes, Hermione, we know it was bloody stupid now!"

"So you fled from Filch and ended up in the third corridor - so what's in there?" I ask. Eyes flitting between the different members of the golden trio, all three seemingly reluctant to talk.

Eventually Harry sighs, "That Cerberus was in there…" He admits, "We ran away from there as soon as we could."

*So that's where it came from," I play along, despite knowing the gist of things, "Any idea how in Merlin's name it managed to get to the Great Hall?" I ask, curious what they've come up with.

I mean in canon they were so certain Snape was the evil guy - here it's much easier to believe it's Quirrell.

Hermione closes her book with a grimace, "I haven't been able to find anything definitive on Cerberus's anywhere." She complains huffily.

"And trust me she's looked everywhere," Ron says with a half grin, "We know cuz we've been with her the entire time."

"It definitely didn't quietly walk out the door - it wouldn't have fit." Harry said with a humorless grin.

"A Cerberus is very magic resistant - is about the only thing I've found out, so it doesn't make any sense that someone was able to take it out of the third corridor and lead it to the great hall with no issues." Hermione says quietly, furtively looking around to make sure there isn't anyone close enough to listen in.

"We asked Hagrid about it." Harry says looking uncomfortable, his shoulders hunching in.

"The groundskeeper? That makes sense, he's supposed to be very knowledgeable on beasts." I say slowly, thinking of their reluctance. Surely they weren't…

"It's his, he raised it, he's completely mad, calls it Fluffy of all bloody things." Ron whispers, further increasing Harry's discomfort.

I look at them all, slightly shocked, "Surely you don't think…" These guys were the ones that literally defended the friendly half-giant from all comers throughout the series.

"It's the only thing that makes sense… If he raised it… He could probably make it come along easily." Hermione says reluctantly, giving Harry a squeeze on his shoulder as the boy-who-lived looks despondent that his first friend might be a villain.

It throws me for a loop, but I quickly correct myself nodding along silently with the golden trio as my mind races. Of course, we're only just past Halloween, they don't yet have much experience with Hagrid - it's easier to suspect him at this moment. Especially if Harry has shared the special package and the robbery at Gringotts. I'm not sure if Hagrid picked it up in this world - but I know Gringotts happened, I read about it.

They don't yet know enough to know Hagrid doesn't have the capability to do something like this - it's all too new.

I join them in reading on magical beasts, for no other reason than to continue to stay far away from the DADA corridor.

I have an uncomfortable feeling in my gut. Imagining the scene in second year where Hagrid finds out he's going to Azkaban.

Of all the characters I once read about, Hagrid the friendly giant with a deep love of Hogwarts had resonated strongly with me.

Please let them take Quirrell!

I can't imagine Hagrid at Azkaban for an extended stay. It would be like sending a child to that demon infested hellhole.

It's too terrible.

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