“What?”
“So do be careful.”
“Eh.
My family’s rich enough that an attack on me would be expensive.” She shrugged.
“Besides, attacking an unmarried pureblood girl?
That’s just not done.
We’re too valuable in alliances.”
Hari nodded.
“Understandable.
I think at least one of my uncles might agree.
I can’t be sure which, though.
Maybe Uncle Sasori?
He’s good at politics.”
Hari got up and walked over to Professor Snape, holding his bowl of rice and vegetables.
“Are you okay, Professor?” he asked.
“You haven’t taken a breath in quite some time.” When no answer was forthcoming, he paused and then jabbed his fingers into the nerves on the Professor’s back.
The man collapsed instantly.
“Ten points to Slytherin for care for head of house,” said Dumbledore.
Hari lifted the man onto his shoulders and began to walk out of the hall.
“I’ll put him to bed.”
Itachi looked up when one of the crows flew into the tower and dropped a letter on his desk.
It was thick parchment and rolled tightly.
With a kunai, he undid the binding and began to read.
Dear Dad,
First, you won’t believe what I learned!
I blew up a Dark Lord at the age of one!
He was terrorizing the whole community here, so that probably makes him A or S, right?
Anyway, you’ve got to tell Uncle Hidan that I got my first kill before I was out of diapers!
Also, I figured out why that lady was looking like she wanted to eat Uncle Kisame.
She can turn into a cat.
Tell Uncle Kakuzu I have more gold than him!
I meant to write to tell you guys that before, but I was distracted.
I estimated several metric tonnes of gold.
So tell him ‘haha’ please.
Oh, oh!
I’ve already had at least two attempts on my life.
But they were so amateur I don’t think they count.
I’m planning to escalate to lethal if things continue, though.
I thought I had, but the boy survived a kick to the head.
I’m planning to step up my game.
And I found that my Defense Professor apparently has a soul on the back of his head.
Isn’t that what you said Uncle Pein removed for me?
I keep meaning to ask the medic if that’s a common thing around here, but I get distracted exploring.
Can you tell Tobi that he’s right that being cheerful and friendly is hilarious?
They really do turn purple if you keep at it enough.
Especially since my Headmaster is aiding and abetting my efforts.
I think he knows most of what I’m doing and is just screwing with everyone.
Finally, I may have made a friend.
She spends time with me because everyone thinks she’s my friend and since they hate me, they won’t spend time with her.
I don’t know if that counts.
Love from your son,
Hari
P.S.
I think my head of house is going to have a brain aneurysm soon.
Hari didn’t bother going to sleep that night.
Instead he simply lay in wait.
When his door opened, he continued to wait until the barrage of spells stopped.
Then he dropped down and gripped the heads of the two boys closest to the door and slammed them into the wall twice, making sure he felt brains splatter.
His foot lashed out, catching a third boy under the chin and sending him flying down the hall, skidding on the stone until he’d left behind a trail of flesh and his skull smacked into the ground, spraying gray matter.
Hari’s fingers blurred and a dragon of wind formed in the hall and raced down it into the common room, tearing the three remaining attackers into ribbons along the way.
He cleaned his hands on the robes of one of the corpses and returned to his room to lie down on his bed and fake sleep.
He was unsurprised by door slamming open two minutes later.
He yawned.
“Hello Professor. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Am I late for class?”
Dumbledore let Snape continue until he repeated himself twice.
“Alright, Severus, I think I follow the gist of your point.
Harry, my boy, could you shed any light?”
“No sir,” replied Hari.
“I was sleeping soundly when Professor Snape barged into my room.
Again.
I’m starting to get worried about his choice to visit a preteen boy early in the morning without warning or consent.”
Dumbledore nodded and stroked his beard.
“A fair concern.”
“Anyway, the corridor was pretty badly damaged.
But I’m not sure what that has to do with me.”
“Also a good point.
Well, Severus?
Can you give me something to work with?”
“The boy is hated in the house!” Dumbledore made a ‘go on’ motion with his hand.
“It must have been him!”
“Why?”
Snape paused.
As much as he hated this student, he was torn.
It would require admitting that he suspected the dead students were planning something nasty.
Oh well.
“I am guessing that the six students now in the school morgue, in a single barrel, no less, were planning to show Mister Potter the error of his ways.
I find it hard to believe Potter’s story, given that his bed looked like it had been hit with several blasting hexes.”
“So, just to check,” Dumbledore began and Snape just knew this was going to end badly.
“You’re asking me to punish Mister Potter for a crime we have no evidence he committed on the basis that his motive would be fighting back against students you believe attacked him with lethal intent?”
“Well,” began Snape.
“When you put it that way, Headmaster, it does sound rather bad.”
“Yes.
It does, Severus.”