Power (Harry Potter Insert) - Chapter 6.2 (Patreon)

It's always a little clunky getting back into writing after a break, which is why I used this to ease back into it. Took a little longer than I expected mind you, but that was mostly cuz Bella went into heat over the last few days or so and she's been a lot more...rambunctious and annoying than she has been the past two other times. And she's bled a lot more this time as well, I just washed my bed sheets and shit the other day and now I need to do it again cuz they're covered in blood.

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With the quidditch game already started, Faeran had an opportunity present itself to him through his negligence of keeping track of time. That being while everyone was so busy, nobody would be paying attention to much place else.

Such was the fanaticism geared towards Quidditch from the masses.

Especially a match between the gryffindorks and the slythergimps.

As soon as he put away the heavy tomes about rituals he'd been reading through, Faeran made his way out of the school towards the quidditch pitch.

Instead of heading up into the stands though as he reached the pitch, he prowled through the base, making his way to the gryffindor team changing room through liberal use of the Point Me charm to direct him.

'Such a handy spell.' Faeran couldn't shake the grin from his face as he found himself standing outside the gryffindor team changing room in record time.

It was such a simple spell, but so useful. There would be no losing television remotes or anything silly like that again with this spell. In fact, quite honestly, as long as one had the power and skill, and there was no magic protections blocking the spell, there wasn't anything he couldn't find.

"Alohamora." he tapped his wand on the door to the changing room, and the lock clicked open.

He quickly pushed the door open and made his way inside

'Alright. Let's see here.' Faeran eyed the changing room, taking in a door leading to a shower room and small grate cubicles where he could see the school uniforms of the gryffindor players hanging.

He brought his wand back up, "Point Me - Harry Potter's things." he incanted, laying the wand on his palm.

The wand spun around for a few moments before stopping, pointed in the direction of the assembled clothing and such closest to the wall, the one most out of the way.

....Typical.

As much as he liked the guy, he had a real problem with trying to constantly stay out of the way. He'd say he was shy, or bashful, but he knew that wasn't true, if he was he could never have commanded Dumbledore's Army as he did last year so clearly, confident and concisely.

Faeran honestly could not tell why Harry was the way he was, because he definitely wasn't that humble that he ducked away from honest praise and admiration heaped on him.

Well whatever, it didn't matter to him he supposed.

Shaking his head, Faeran stowed his wand away again and made his way over to Harry's clothing and assorted knick knacks and searched through them.

It didn't take any less than a few seconds to find what he wanted. A small textbook hidden in the back pocket of his school trousers.

Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage.

Whoever the bloody hell that was.

'Here it is.' He grinned, the book of the half blood prince.

Aka the greasiest simpiest loser of all time.

Severus The Cuck Snape.

"It's no wonder he got so good at spell work, he had to use his wand all by his lonesome." Faeran snorted.

He bet that guy was still a virgin, the ugly fuck.

Well assuming he hadn't raped some poor muggle girl or something when he 'was' a Death Eater.

There was no way he was tapping Lily Potter in a million gazillion billion honkyillion years.

Faeran had actually seen a picture of Lily Potter in Slughorn's Office when she was a student here, and she was a stunner.

Way out of Snape's league.

Then again, a syphilis ridden hag was out of his league.

Shaking his head, Faeran put the greasy fuck out of mind and pulled his wand back out, before tapping it to the book, "Geminio." he incanted.

The book flashed, and a moment later a second copy of it appeared on top of it through the use of the duplication charm.

He quickly transfigured the front of the book into a simple blank leather binding, and returned the original to Harry's trouser pocket.

And then he was done there, leaving the gryffindor changing room behind and locking it behind him once more.

"Mischief managed." Faeran smirked.

As he left the hallway behind, he heard a resounding cheer echo through the stadium. Somebody must have scored or something.

'What to do, what to do?' he mused.

He was originally going to sneak into the Gryffindor after party assuming they won like he remembered, so he could get his hands on the book and copy it, but thanks to losing track of time, he'd been easily able to get here and copy it without needing to.

Now there was no reason to do so.

…Well, beyond one.

If things played out as he remembered, Hermione was going to be heart broken over Mr. Won Won getting it on with Lavender Brown.

If he went, he could slip in and let her cry her heart out on his shoulder and quite possibly bed her.

….Though now that he thought about it, that was pretty damn skeevy.

Insidious as fuck.

"Do I wanna be that guy?" Faeran leaned against the wall and tapped his chin with his wand in thought.

He was hard up for a shag, definitely. And Hermione was definitely shaggable, and he wasn't lying to Slughorn about having a thing for her. He'd taken a bit of a liking to her last year when she coached him through some spells personally during his time in Dumbledore's Army.

And the him of the other world had a thing for her for sure through the movies he watched.

"Ah whatever, fuck it." Faeran shrugged his shoulders and dropped the topic altogether. It wasn't like he actively had to go for a shag anyway with it, that was just on his mind because of how hard up he was.

If it went that way he wouldn't complain, but he wasn't gonna actively try and take advantage.

He wanted to talk to their little group anyway.

There was a lot going on behind the scenes even in just this castle that they didn't understand at all.

How could they? Out of their little group, the only one of them that was nobility was Harry himself and he knew jack shit about any of that.

And if he remembered right, neither Hermione or Ron even believed Draco Malfoy had the dark mark because he was still in school.

Bloody idiots.

Voldemort was already murdering people and making horcruxes at their age. Just because Draco Malfoy was a whole lot more incompetent and less powerful, didn't mean he couldn't be a Death Eater.

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Faeran made his way out of the corridors under the stadium and out up into the stands, making his way towards the Gryffindor stands.

His eyes trailed over the stands as he did, going to Hufflepuff first, and about as expected he saw no sign of Susan Bones.

He saw Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan and her other 'friends' as it were, but no sign of her.

He didn't really get what was going on there to be honest. The Abbott family had taken losses already to Voldemort as well, yet they kept their distance from Susan who was in the same spot.

But the Abbotts were part of the Sacred Twenty Eight as well like the Shafiq and the Bones weren't.

Though admittedly the Bones' were a lot more wealthy than the Abbott….but that didn't quite line up either.

The only outlier he could think about, would have been Amelia Bones. Who would have become the Minister of Magic if she weren't killed tragically.

Murdered rather, quite gruesomely at that from what he was told.

It was either because of Amelia Bones, or the Bones' wealth that there was more focus on Susan.

'I'll need to keep an eye on that.' he decided as he continued on up the stands, his eyes trailing off over the Slytherin stands and he blinked as he locked eyes with Astoria.

She grinned widely and waved at him.

He grinned and waved back.

That was his god damn wife right there!

Well, future wife at least.

…One of them at least.

He had the urge to just not bother with Harry and pals now and go over to sit with her instead.

And tell her all about the ritual of commitment he'd come across. Though, maybe he would be better off trying it out first?

Alas, needs must.

And by needs must, he meant the better prepared Harry was for the Dark Lord that wanted to make a drinking mug out of his skull, the less he'd need to worry.

Just because he'd join the psychopath if needs must, didn't mean he wanted to.

He waved to his future wife for a few more moments, before continuing on up the stands, getting a few odd eyed looks from the Gryffindorks as he made his way up to where Hermione was sitting.

He passed by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown who were eying him oddly, but he ignored them and they were soon drawn back to the match.

His eyes flickered over Lavender Brown's arse stretching out the jeans she was wearing. Not bad at all, and she had a huge set of tits to go with it.

Not even close to Astoria or Daphne mind you on the attractive scale as far as he was concerned, but Weasley was doing alright for himself he supposed and he didn't blame him with getting caught up with a rack like that.

Unlikely as it was that the redhead had buried his carrot top in them mind you, he would have been a lot more self assured in himself by this point if he had.

He found Hermione up in the back corner, with surprise surprise a book in hand.

"Alright Hermione." he greeted as he took a seat beside her, making her look up from the book.

She blinked, "Faeran?" her brows furrowed, "What are you doing here?"

"I told you earlier didn't I?" he raised an eyebrow in return, "I needed to talk to you."

"Oh…" Hermione cocked her head to the side, "I thought you were joking to be honest since you were flirting quite a bit."

Faeran snorted in amusement, "I mean yeah I was, but I still being serious."

"Oh, alright then." Hermione folder the edge of the page she was on, before closing the book over and giving him her attention.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything a massive resounding cheer cut her off, and they both looked over to see Weasley dangling upside down on his broom, clinging for dear life, while the quaffle bounced away from him into the waiting hands of Ginny Weasley who zipped away.

"THAT'S MY WON WON!" Lavender screamed.

Well okay then.

"…Dumb bloody tart.." Hermione grumbled, giving her year mate a baleful look, before shaking her head and looking back at him, "So what is it you wanted to talk about?"

"It's a bit sensitive," Faeran shrugged, "Something better said in private." he gave her a meaningful look.

"Alright," Hermione reached into her skirt and pulled out her wand, "Muffliato." she incanted.

And the sound around them drowned away as she used a very familiar silencing charm.

The one created by Snape himself.

Heh, looked like for all she disapproved of Harry using the book and learning from it, it didn't stop her from doing so as well.

Such a cute little hypocrite.

All he could hear around them as a slight buzzing noise, and he knew the same would be heard by anyone else trying to listen in on them.

All he could hear around them as a slight buzzing noise, and he knew the same would be heard by anyone else trying to listen in on them.

He was definitely learning that from the book once he was done here. That, and Sectumsempra. It was such a good combat spell, and invisible on top. especially since it was a curse rather than a charm like Diffindo the cutting charm, a personal favourite of his.

God he loved overpowering the Dififndo charm and just tossing them out, they looked like great big shining blue blades of energy, like a mini Getsuga Tenshou.

He'd hand it to Snape on one front. He might have been a greasy loser simpy virgin cuck, but he sure did make awesome spells.