New And Improved Harry Potter

"Yeah, it's new to me too," Harry said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. He wasn't about to tell them about the doctor in his head. "Anyway, so they're calling it a tie?" he asked diverting the man's attention.

"Yeah, something about you being better in magic, and him being better in fighting. I don't agree, I thought you did really good out there."

"They're right though, Snarlfist was better," Harry said, not wanting to fight about it.

"If you say to Harry."

"So, contract?"

"Waters is outside," the glamored man said. "I'll go get him. Unless you're up to getting out of bed."

"I'm fine," Harry said, standing gingerly and taking a tentative step forward. He found he was sore, but not wobbly. "Let's get this done, so we can go home."

"Sure, Harry. I could use a firewhiskey right about now."

The contract was hashed out and Harry was quite satisfied. He would be continuing his education, via tutors paid by the goblins. He would sit for his OWLs when the time came, and as more and more of his memories returned, he would learn faster.

He made sure to let his friends know that he was fine, and the fight was a draw. They all yelled at him for not answering his mirror, then understood that couldn't because he had blacked out. He didn't tell them it was due to blood lose. Padfoot had left his mirror at home.

Snarlfist, when he woke, even grumbled a compliment. Stating that no rematch was necessary. The goblin did say he still wanted Harry's magic explained for the wards, and the teen said that he'd tweak the wards to prevent any magic from being used in the lobby and the vaults, and only goblin magic would be used in the offices. This made Ragnuk happy.

Harry would be set for a long time with his employment with Gringotts. He got to meet Bill and they got along well.

Harry spent the night in his head going over what he could have done better, if he ever had to do that again. And he made plans for the future. He and Sirius, along with Remus, would finish cleaning Grimmuald Place and sell it, since the line was declared dead. Sirius said that if it wasn't a townhouse he'd burn the place down, as it was they had to cast a charm for all the street residents, old and new, to remember number twelve. The people would think it had always been there, just vacant. With the cleansing of the building of magic, it should sell quickly.

Thinking of the future, his thoughts drifted to certain blonde seer. He wondered if it was time to start a bit of romance. His memories were returning, and he didn't feel any different. Well, maybe he wasn't as much of an arse, but he still felt like him.

McGonagall's POV

Noon the following day, Minerva quickly made her way to Hogsmeade. She looked around for robe that matched Albus' description. When she found him, he was sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks, sipping tea and eating lunch, as if he wasn't on the run. He looked much younger, with no beard and shorter dark hair. His brother might recognize him, but no one else would.

"Albus," she whispered, a bit frantic, as she took a seat next to him, "you would not believe how relieved I am to see you. The whole school is falling apart without you. When will you clear your name and come back?" she asked with a tone of desperation. The last two people the Board had sent ran from Hogwarts like Sterns had. She was starting to believe that the school had fallen under some sort of spell. She was sure it was Potter's fault. Oh, how right she was.

"Alas, my dear, I do not believe I will be returning to Hogwarts. Perhaps it is better, I have been having trouble with my memory lately. I cannot seem to find my wand and can only conclude that it was taken from me. If my theory is correct then young Mr. Pot… do try the stew, my dear. It is most hardy and filling. I can say I have not had the likes in many weeks. Oh, how I miss the elves cooking," he said gentility, taking a spoonful of the bowl in front of him.

It was then that Madam Rosmerta show and asked if McGonagall wanted anything to which Dumbledore answered she'd have some stew and tea.

"Albus," Minerva hissed when the barmaid disappeared. "I didn't come here to speak of stew and tea. What is wrong with you? Did Potter do something? I knew that boy was trouble." She discreetly case a finite on him, but there was no glow indicating the end of a spell. Perhaps he was just getting old.

"Worry not, Minerva, I have everything completely under control. Young Harry is not an issue at this time. Although, I do believe he has my wand…" he got out before he asked her how she like is robes.

"Quite blathering about your wardrobe, Albus. What is this about Mr. Potter having your wand?" McGonagall snapped. It was worrying that Mr. Potter might have the Headmaster's wand. What she knew about it, was that it was powerful and had been owned by a few Dark Lords. Grindelwald being the last.

"Never you mind," he answered, waving a dismissing hand. "Tell me what has been happening in my school, though I cannot call it mine anymore," he said sadly as he continued to eat his stew. It really was delicious and filling. He missed a good British stew. He had had to eat out of the country or in the muggle world. While both did have lovely food, Madam Rosmerta did something to hers that made it just right.

"I tell you there's a curse on the school. A few teachers feel uncomfortable there, and some of the students are being humiliated," she answered with a bite in her voice. She was started to get nervous when in front of her class. Whenever she started to snap at an unruly child, she had to curb her words to something kinder. It was causing havoc with her nerves. The few professors that weren't affected in the least, were Flitwick and Hagrid. Though, Hagrid had had an impulse to change his entire curriculum. There would be no more Blast-ended Skrewts. It had made him sad initially, but he soon enjoyed teaching about the gentler beings.

"That is most disconcerting," Dumbledore said, going to stroke the beard that wasn't there. "Have you checked the wards?"

"That's another thing, the ward room is shielded. We tried to change them, since the anti-bullying ward is causing so much trouble, but we cannot get into the room. I was hoping that you could tell me how." While it was satisfying that the Board was thwarted as well, it was beyond frustrating for the staff of Hogwarts.

"Alas, no, the last time I visited the ward room was when I first took the position of Headmaster. They were fine then, so I saw little reason to adjust them. I do wonder though…" he drifted off, thinking about what Tom or Harry could have done in the guise of revenge. Then thought about how he was going to get his wardrobe back. He turned to Minerva and asked, "Did you bring my robes?"

She just sighed in defeat and handed the bundle over. This was going to be a long tea.

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