September flew past in a hurry and frost started to stain the grass with its cold touch. Students began to learn warming charms, while those unable to perform them asked the older students to cast them on themselves. Classes went on as normal, with the newest class becoming more accepted and quite a bit of fun to participate in.

Harry wandered around the halls in his spare time, enjoying the fact that he had power over students older than him, and showing this power whenever someone annoyed him. All in all life was good. Until some little fourteen year old brat had the nerve to call him out on his "special" eyes.

She had shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, and was a good head shorter than him.

"You have the Lino Doue! I saw it in your dreams!" She yelled at him.

Harry gazed impassively at the girl "So?" There was no point in denying it. She could name exactly what his eyes were after all.

The girl sat shocked by his rather impassive response. "So? I'll – I'll tell the headmaster on you! Bearers of the Lino Doue should not be around people! In a school filled with children nonetheless!"

"And what if the headmaster already knows? What then?" Harry stared piercingly into her eyes. "Besides, wouldn't you have to tell him how you know? You wouldn't want him knowing you have the… Ebra Crypt do you?"

The girl was stunned into silence. "How do I know? The Ebra Crypt is the only way you could have known without me showing you prior. You also mentioned seeing into my dreams, another ability of the stigma."

"You have nothing on me, and you know it."

The girl stood up, quickly regaining her confidence. "What if I go to the ministry?"

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How was he roped into this? Currently Harry was following the now named Ellora Settee into the Forbidden Forest. He had no idea as to what she needed him out here for, but this was the price she wanted for not going to the ministry. It was a few minutes later when a small wooden house appeared out of the foliage. Ellora stopped and sighed.

"Here it is." She said. "Welcome to our little cozy home. Everyone who lives here has a Stigma. Some are students in school, and some have already graduated." Ellora explained.

"So what? You brought me here just to show me this?" Harry drawled out.

"No. I want you to become part of our family. Bearers aren't all that welcome in the world so we made our own getaway."

"No." He stiffly stated.

"If you don't the ministry hears of how big bad Professor Tiir Rumibull tried to devour one of his own students." Ellora smirked devishly.

"I think I hate you."

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October thirty first wheeled its way around and for that Harry was actually quite glad. He wore a black with blue trim robe and styled his hair so that it was short but had one long strand of hair that framed the left side of his face.

The Halloween feast was just amazing in Harry's opinion. The treacle tart was just to die for. But the feast, like all good things in Harry's life, came to a bittersweet ending when one student bullied another too much and sent him over the edge.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" A blood-curdling scream was let out from one of the first years. Everyone stopped to stare at the child but only a certain fourteen year old knew what was happening. Ellora sprinted from the Ravenclaw table and towards Harry.

"Professor Rumibull, Professor!" She yelled. "He has an Alpha Stigma! He needs help!"

Dumbledore heard the young girl's desperate screams and began to clear the hall. "Professors! Get the children out of the hall! Do not come back in when it is clear. Professor Rumibull and I have this covered!"

Dumbledore ran as fast as his old legs would take him and fruitlessly attempted to close the child's eyes. He failed and was pushed away in a burst of magic. The onlookers that were still being pushed out of the hall screamed and sprinted out of the hall. After all, if Dumbledore, the strongest wizard in history after Merlin and the founders was forced back, what hope did they have?

The crazed Alpha Stigma bearer's screaming abruptly ended and he stood up to his full height of four feet eight inches. He raised his hand with a detailed blue circle hovering a few inches away from his hand. White lightning tinged blue burst from the circle and raced towards the Headmaster.

Harry almost seemed to have appeared in front of Dumbledore and absorbed the magical attack. The eleven year olds grin only widened maniacally and a dozen more circles grew into existence and shot magical bullets at the Lino Doue bearer who just absorbed them.

Harry vanished and reappeared behind the child, only to kick him into the castle walls, leaving an imprint. The downed child took a second to recover, which allowed enough time for Harry to again appear almost instantly and forced the child's eyes closed.

The first year slumped in the rubble of the wall.

Dumbledore limped over to the boy and Harry and with a flick of his wand, levitated the poor boy. "The Ministry will have a field day with this."

"Yeah, they will." The teenage professor responded sullenly. A fellow Stigma bearer was going to either be executed or sent to jail. This was not a happy day.

"Come on my boy, let's get him to the Hospital Wing." The walk to the wing was silent, the only sound being Dumbledore's violet robes lightly dragging across the ground.

"Madam Pomfrey? Are you in my dear?" Albus said as he walked into the Hospital Wing. The medi-witch stumbled out of her office door in a rush to see the headmaster.

"Oh Albus! I heard what happened in the Great Hall! Is everything okay? I see you have a limp, sit down, so I can heal that leg of yours!" Various emotions played out across her face. Worry, to relief, to a stern gaze that promised pain if he didn't listen to her.

Dumbledore chuckled and sat on one of the medical beds after laying down the child. "Everything is fine poppy. The child blew me back and wounded my leg, it's nothing too bad. Professor Rumibul here is the one who stopped the child." He praised.

"Good heavens!" The nurse hurried over to Harry and fussed over him until she was satisfied with his health. "What I don't understand here Albus is how you are injured, but Professor Rumibul barely has a scratch!"

Albus Dumbledore's electric blue eyes twinkled mischievously. "Magic my dear."

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"Minister! Minister! Open the door! It's important!" Knocking could be heard as the Minister's secretary attempted to pull the panicked woman away from his door.

The door creaked open slowly. "Yes my dear?" The panicked woman looked at Cornelius Fudge fearfully.

"There's a Stigma Bearer in Hogwarts."

The wand in Fudge's hands clattered uselessly onto the floor.

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"A Stigma bearer in Hogwarts?" A low rasping voice pierced the silence. "This is an unexpected development." A newspaper fell to the floor and was quickly stepped on as a bandaged figure walked to a balcony. The full moon hung overhead mysteriously as piercing red eyes glowed ominously.

So it seems I forgot about the Torch Curse as I was writing the story, I apologize and I will be incorporating it into the story. And to Netherius99: I remember in the anime how Tiir Rumibul told Ryner how the Voice that he dubbed "The Voice of God" told him to devour his mother. Sorry this is really short. Chao!