Power (Harry Potter Insert) - Chapter 2.2 (Patreon)

"…So…" Faeran looked the older redhead in the eye, "What was that about beyond the obvious? I mean, you could have easily taken them both down."

He wasn't even exaggerating. Nott and Zabini were clowns with little skill to back up their shit. He'd gotten their measure last year when they simpered up Umbridge's flabby arse and joined her Inquisitorial Squad alongside a bunch of other Slytherin's.

Not to mention he'd made sure to ask Hermione Granger who to look out for amongst them. Though as it turned out, when it came to fighting with magic, the only one to really keep an eye out for was Malfoy. The rest weren't much at all beyond a few jinxes and curses.

And both Nott and Zabini were in the lower caste of their little hierarchy. Nott was a weasel who clung on to others while Zabini was…well, to sum it up, a fuck boy. Good looking and rich, but never worked or exercised a day in his life, so he was slender and unfit.

Honestly, between the pair of them Faeran doubted they could muster a proper disarming charm or shield charm. Granted, most adult magic users these days outside of the aurors apparently couldn't either.

In contrast, Susan while far from the best in the D.A, was far from the worst as well and was within the top ten of the club. Which, was actually quite impressive considering there was over fifty of them in the group and quite a few were sixth and seventh years at the time.

…Faeran himself took pride in the fact he'd been ninth ranked. He was only in his second year after all and for his age, learning the likes of spells ranging from the disarming charm, to the shield charm, confundus charm, summoning charm, banishing charm, reductor curse right up to the patronus charm was really impressive according to Hermione Granger.

He'd learned over a dozen spells in the D.A, including how to increase the power and rang of spells and ever since he got the patronus down, he'd found his skill with magic increasing vastly and found other less intense spells much easier to get down than usual.

Though, while he was proud of his own ability and he'd worked hard to learn magic ever since he arrived here, it could not be fully attributed to him.

If there were two things Harry Potter was beyond amazing at other than Quidditch, it was fighting and teaching. He'd taken a group of school children and made each and every single one of them capable of defeating the average Death Eater in a duel.

Which was why…Susan not fighting back against those two idiots didn't make sense to him.

Susan sighed, "I didn't see the point," she shrugged lightly, a motion that would usually have drawn the boys eyes to the older girls ample chest, but only made him frown, "I already saw what happens when you try and stand up to them. I'm just better of keeping my head down." she bit her lip and looked away.

As he looked into her eyes, Faeran saw…nothing. Her gaze was just blank, dead. She'd all but given up.

He supposed if he had a family member who was practically the most powerful person in the government, a shoe in for the next Minister of Magic, only for them to be ruthlessly murdered by a terrorist leader without anyone able to stop him, he might be just like her.

Hell, forget that. He was ranked ninth to Susan's tenth in the D.A and before he gained the memories of his other self…he'd been cowering away from the emboldened Slytherin's.

Honestly, there was nothing he could say right now to encourage her. Because he understood exactly where she was coming from.

"You don't think Harry can beat him?" he settled on asking instead.

It was no secret now that Harry was the chosen one after all.

Susan grimaced, "Harry's amazing…but he's just one person," she admitted, "Maybe if it was just between him and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he could win. But..it won't be. It'll be Harry and his friends against them all while the Ministry and everyone buries their heads in the ground or chases useless things like publicity."

Shots fired. She didn't even have to say any names for him to know she was mostly talking about Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic.

Instead of doing the sensible thing like kicking down the doors of known former Death Eaters, wands blazing, he was busy wasting his time trying to get Harry as his poster boy and shit.

Meanwhile the main meeting ground for Voldemort's forces was Malfoy Manner.

Who could have ever saw that coming?

"You're not wrong," he begrudgingly admitted, though this did present a bit of an opportunity. Susan after all, while her Bones family was not a member of the Sacred Twenty Eight, was still an old pureblood family with much to offer, "Alright, if they bother you again, how about you tell me and I'll deal with them for you?"

Honestly, he was already debating the pros and cons of…making a few death eaters in training at the castle disappear. It would be oh so easy to do with magic at his disposal.

It was amazing the lengths he was considering already that he would never even have dreamed of just this morning.

Susan raised an eyebrow at him, before shaking her head, "You shouldn't get involved Faeran, you're just going to get yourself hurt, you're only a third year," she shook her head, "Even my friends are distancing themselves from me besides Hannah and Ernie, you're better off just ignoring me. Besides, how would I contact you anyway? It's not like I'll have time to write a letter through an owl or something to send you."

Him being only a third year didn't mean shit. Harry was fighting a Basilisk to the death with a sword in hand in his second year.

Though Ernie and Hannah sticking by her made sense. They were from families of the Sacred Twenty Eight like him after all. They'd be getting pressured just like him so they wouldn't be able to go unnoticed.

"You can just use the patronus, it can carry messages to certain people," Faeran pointed out with a smirk, happy to draw on a little bit of the knowledge he'd gained today to show off a bit. He swished his wand through the air, "Expecto Patronum!" he incanted, a silvery white light bursting into existence from the tip of his wand with a shining radiance and forming into a large, powerful shape far easier and quicker than it ever had before.

He blinked when he saw the beast that took form, '…That's different.'

"Wasn't your patronus a horse last year?" Susan asked, giving the shining white beast standing before him an odd glance.

"…Yeah, a Clydesdale stallion actually." Faeran confirmed with a nod. He'd been a big fan of his patronus, it was a massive charger after all.

All things considered though, it hadn't changed too much. It was still massive and a beast riddled with compact powerful muscle. It looked exactly the same actually…except for the fact that it was even bigger now, with a draconic looking head and huge bat-like wings on its back.

It looked more like a Thestral who was on a mean meaty protein filled diet…with a side dish of steroids of all shapes and flavours.

It was kind of badass actually, 'Did it change because of me merging with my other self?' he wondered, before putting it out of mind. It was cool, but nothing worth getting worked up over so instead he focused on it and directed a message to it mentally, "To Susan Bones." he directed it when he had.

It trotted over two single steps to Susan and bent down so its head was close to her own.

And then his voice echoed from its own mouth, "Susan I think you're really pretty, wanna go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"

Susan blinked, before snorting out a little giggle, her lips twitching up into a small smile, "That's impressive, I didn't know patronus' could do that," she mused and shook her head, "Sorry though Faeran, you're a little cutie but I don't really feel like dating anyone right now and you're a little young."

He shoots…and he misses.

Though that rejection. Ouch, he wasn't even in the running at all, she didn't even consider him viable with how easily she shot him down. 'See, this is what happens you're a scrawny runt.' he huffed internally.

"Fair enough," he shrugged, "At least I got a smile out of you."

"…I guess you did," Susan admitted, her smile fading away a moment later, "I don't know about asking you for help if they bother me again, but I am interested in learning how you did that."

Yeah, he wouldn't particularly find himself reliable looking either at the moment.

"Alright, it's simple enough…" Faeran began.

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Minutes later, Susan continued on her way and Faeran watched her go with a frown, eyes on her hips.

He wasn't about to pass up the show, besides he was in deep thought. The little incident he was just in confirmed two things.

One, that the junior death eaters in training were a lot more active than the books suggested, though he already partially knew that from his own experiences.

The other was…that he didn't have a shot in hell with any of the really shaggable birds in the years above him as he was now. He was good looking and stylish with his new hair colouring, he'd even caught Susan eyeing it a bit, and Daphne had definitely been slightly interested in him because of his ability with a wand and attitude, though be bet his lineage helped with her.

But, that didn't mean anything when he had twiggy arms and wimpy, narrow shoulders.

'Definitely gonna need to work out.' he mused, turning away and continuing on his way towards Slughorn's office within the dungeons.

Well, it wasn't too big a deal. Building muscle would be so much simpler here.

Thanks to potions. He knew a lot of potions that could help with that. Potions that he'd barely put any thought into previously but now saw the wonders of. Nutrition potions, muscle repair potions, endurance enhancing potions, the invigoration draught and more.

Hell, they weren't even complicated potions. He'd learned them in his first and second year, alongside other really useful potions like a wit sharpening potion and memory enhancing potion.

They would go a long way to helping him learn spells and the like and retain information. Why did nobody use such useful potions?

'An outside perspective really does change a lot.' he couldn't help but shake his head.

It would cost a pretty penny to use them like he wanted, but thankfully for him he had full access to the Shafiq family vault and could do as he pleased with the money inside.

And a lot of interest had built up over companies and such over the last near one hundred years the family had looked like it had died out until he appeared, on top of the mass amount of gold that was already in there.

For instance, his family had shares in a Quidditch team. The Holyhead Harpies. He didn't really care all that much for Quidditch, but he was all too happy to have a direct line of say in a team full of fit, athletic women.

Now that was definitely something to be happy about. And look more into actually now that he thought about it. He'd been too leery of messing with his families wealth and such while he was so young and hesitant, lacking in knowledge.

Now though, his horizons had broadened with the memories of his other self. And he cursed missed opportunities.

Like last year, he could have maybe gotten Angelina Johnson into bed if he promised her a try out with the Holyhead Harpies. She'd been real stressed all of last year he'd noticed because it was her last year at Hogwarts and she was desperate to make a good showing as the Gryffindor Captain, which was only made all the harder by Umbridge.

A shame really, Johnson had a massive arse. He would have loved to have her bouncing it up and down on his 'johnson'.

God, so much missed opportunities, what was the point of being a young rich noble heir of a highly regarded family if he didn't enjoy it?

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So, with Hogwarts Legacies almost upon us, and me definitely buying a Ps5 to buy it, I thought it was about time to get back to this. Also...I only uploaded one chapter of it on Ff.net and it has over 1k follows? What the fuck man lmao.