The Baron's Intervention

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"What are you implying?" the blond asked as he glanced at his thugs, who looked just as confused.

"Well, think about it, I have women, you have men and…" Harry trailed off impishly and then he lashed out with his magic. Suddenly there was a cry of pain and blood was dripping down the blond boy's face. "Don't call my friends names again, you pounce," he said menacingly, never moving from his spot. He flinched a little when his mind went on Yellow Alert, there was an adult coming.

"What did you do, Potter?" came the silky voice of Severus Snape as he swooped down on the scene, making all those who had stopped to watch step back.

"Me? I never even pulled my tricorder," Harry said with a completely affronted look. He empty hands in plain view.

"It is a wand, you idiotic child. I will find out how you did that, and you will be expelled," the Potions Master stated ominously.

"Really? Great, then I won't have to deal with arseholes like you and the head one," the dark-haired wizard said excitedly, bouncing on his toes.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for disrespecting a teacher," Snape snarled, making a good majority of those watching cringe.

"Fifty points to me for making you look bad," Harry countered, and with a thought those jewels flew to the appropriate place. Not that anyone saw them, since they were all out of the Great Hall. "Tsk, tsk, picking on an ill child," he said, wagging is finger.

Snape sneered, took Malfoy by the shoulder and guided him away.

"I really don't know what my mother saw in you, you greasy-haired bastard," Harry called to his departing back. He shook his head sadly at the thought that his mother once loved this man like a brother. Oh, how disappointed she'd be if she could see him now. "It's no wonder my dad hated you, you are a slimy git," he added, making the man flinch and the crowd murmur. "What did you do? Wait until blows were thrown before you came swooping in like the bat you are?" he wouldn't put it past the man, who seem so have a hard on for wanting to get him in trouble.

"How did you know about my past?" Snape hissed as he whirled around to look at the boy's face, ignoring the accusation of waiting on the sidelines. Fear ran through his mind that the boy was starting to remember. He had no idea if the Obliviation worked on amnesiacs, the child might regain all his memories. Then he'd be done for. He started making plans to get out as soon as he could. The stress of too many secrets was getting to him. The Headmaster wanting a pet spy, the Dark Lord's return, that bloody ghost, others blackmailing him, and now this boy, who could ruin the good thing he had going here. No, it might be time to cut his losses.

"That is my business, and unless you are my guardian, lawyer or doctor it is none of yours," the teen stated firmly. All thoughts of confronting the man about the diary vanished at that point. There was no way he was going to let this bastard know his mum's good thoughts.

"Do not push me, child," the imposing man stated, pointing a finger at his most hated student.

"Professor Snape do we need to have another talk?" a voice interrupted, making the teacher cuss under his breath.

"Of course not, Baron, I am simply giving out punishment due. It is against the rules to fight, and Potter is not above those rules," Snape said in his most sincere tone, which didn't fool the ghost for one minute.

"And I said I didn't use my tricorder, so you have no proof I did anything. Heck, it could have been accidentally magic," Harry retorted as he looked that the ghost and wondered how he could get some time alone with the apparition. He knew the guy knew more than it was telling. And he could be the reason that when he was on the streets he looked up legends of blood covered ghosts.

The Bloody Baron seemed to read his thoughts and looked closely at the boy. He saw the narrow eyes and determined jaw, and just knew he was going to have to speak to the child. Now all he had to do was see what the teen would do with the information. Was he Slytherin enough to use it, or was he a Gryffindor at heart and go straight to the authorities? Only time will tell.

'Red Alert,' blared in Harry's brain and he looked around and groaned.