32 Chocolate Frogs

Arth had finished with his third round of torture- no, discipline when professor McGonagall stomped out onto the field with a furious look.

"What is going on here! It looks like a war zone here- is that Marcus Flint with a head on his crotch- My god! Why is everyone covered in blood?"

Arth noticed his blood covered fists and muttered.

"Scourgify."

The blood on his fists and robes disappeared like a lie. A really good lie too. After making sure there was no evidence of violence, Arth finally answered Professor McGonagall.

"Nothing Professor McGonagall, Nothing at all."

"How would you explain-" Professor McGonagall indicates furiously towards the half dead slytherins with a trembling finger. "-the condition of the students in the floor?"

Arth shrugged.

"They fell down?"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"I suppose they all had quite a nasty fall? From their brooms I suppose?"

"Yes, they must have fallen off while practicing, Professor."

"I see... however, it doesn't make sense for all the members of Slytherin's quidditch team to fall off their brooms, does it? I mean, they are the best in their houses respectively," said Professor McGonagall while fixing her glasses.

"Maybe they are the best in their house, just not the best overall."

Fred and George whistled while Wood sent a thumbs up.

Ron was still throwing up slugs.

"Do I look that stupid to you Mr. Kingscrown?"

"Not at all Professor, not at all."

Arth casted a memory charm on all of the Slytherins one by one while mumbling under his breath.

"I can see that you are casting spells on them quite clearly."

"What do you mean Professor, I am just a second year student with a broken wand, how am I supposed to cast an advanced spell without my wand Professor?" Chimed Arth looking as innocent as a child who got caught writing a book past bedtime.

At was only after he had finished casting a memory spell on the seventh person did Arth stop mumbling.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the Slytherins and back towards Arth before sighing.

"Mr. Kingscrown, follow me. We will go see the headmaster about this. And please, someone take Ronald Weasley to the hospital wing."

Arth calmly walked behind Professor McGonagall and followed her up towards the headmaster's office.

They went into the Gargoyle Corridor where Professor McGonagall proceeded to walk towards a gargoyle in the hall.

"Chocolate Frogs."

The gargoyle leapt aside, revealing a slowly ascending circular staircase. Arth couldn't help but click his tongue at the simple password.

Once they reached the top, Professor McGonagall knocked thrice in the door and waited.

"Come in."

Professor McGonagall opened the door and guided Arth in.

Arth walked in and did a double take. It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tainted wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.

There was a crimson bird, the size of a swan, roosting on top of a table. Right behind it was Dumbledore.

"If it isn't my good teacher Minerva, why do I have the pleasure of meeting you this early in the morning."

Professor McGonagall started to rant.

"Well headmaster. I was looking out of my window, it is quite the lovely day you know, when to my horror, I saw students in the quidditch field fighting! Fighting with there bare fists like muggles! No sight of the dignity of a wizard! And when I go down to stop this nonsense myself, there were seven students unconscious, with one still physically marring them."

"Who?"

Dumbledore seemed to have finally noticed the tiny Arth behind a fuming Professor McGonagall.

"Hello Mr. Kingscrown, it seems that trouble follows wherever you go."

"It seems so headmaster."

"Well, if I may ask, why did you attack them?"

"I do not know sir, because I did not attack them. They fell down by themselves."

"Stop this nonsense and tell-"

"It's ok Minerva, you may exit. I am able to handle this quite well."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips before heading outside the office. Dumbledore let out a small smile while turning to Arthur.

"Well Mr. Kingscrown, how are you dating since your rather... exciting adventure from last year?"

A wry smile formed on Arth's face.

"Actually, I've been doing poor."

"Really? In what way."

"I've changed."

Dumbledore froze and frowned.

"I'm what way do you mean?"

"There's a new part of me that is violent and rash. Some part of me that doesn't exist, or didn't influence me greatly until I was possessed by Voldemort."

"How... disturbing."

"Yes, I am not myself at times, yet I cannot control myself. There are things that come to mind constantly, things that I shouldn't think about."

Dumbledore went quiet for a bit before taking out his wand. He placed the wand near the temple.

There was a silvery glow as a thin wisp of darkness slowly extracted itself from Arth's head. It let out a screeching scream before vanishing into nothingness.

Arth winced.

His head felt as though he had just chewed on a particularly strong mint for a long period of time before heading outside in the middle of winter and taking a deep long breath. It was only until now, did Arth realize how much of his mind was actually affected.

Feeling clearheaded, Arth let out a self deprecative smile.

"It seems that I was affected much more than I thought."

Dumbledore waved it off easily.

"You should feel proud Mr. Kingscrown, not many wizards could stay as sane as you were after experiencing the power of Voldemort first hand. Now that the problem is solved, let us move on to the matter you came to me for, why did you attack them?"

Arth decided on whether to tell the truth or not. He decided to be candor for once.

"... they called my friend a name sir. A name that should not be uttered."

"And whom was this said to?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Ah," sighed Dumbledore. "I can imagine what word they used to call her. I can see why you got offended, after all, you can probably relate very much to miss Granger."

"Yes sir."

"However, this is not what I wanted to hear. Please tell me the events in detail."

Arth sat down on a chair and proceeded to explain.