McGonagall was waiting in the entrance hall. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Harry. Snape slipped off as she approached.

"Mr. Potter, I'll be, I was under the impression I sent you to pick up supplies not get a makeover," McGonagall said.

"Yes, and I did indeed get my supplies. My makeover as you saw was a result of me utilizing my recent emancipation status to take up my positon as Lord and Head of several houses," Harry said watching McGonagall's face for reaction.

"I was unaware you had been emancipated," McGonagall said, though her face didn't seem to show anger or any similar emotion.

"When Headmaster Dumbledore didn't pull me out of the tournament before twenty-four hours had passed, as he had right too as he was my magical guardian and I was an underage participant and therefore not bound by contract if my magical guardian pulled me out. Normally a magical guardian's acceptance would not be enough to emancipate a magical minor. However Dumbledore is so much more than just my magical guardian. He is also my school's headmaster and he is the also the Chief Warlock, and Supreme Mugwup. His acceptance and binding to the goblet's contract was an acceptance from each and every one of the aforementioned positions as to my status as an adult, thereby emancipating me," Harry answered. "I expect by now you have set aside some rooms for me?" Harry asked.

"Yes of course Mr. Potter, follow me," McGonagall said slightly distractedly as she began leading him through the hallways.

"And the investigation regarding my cloak and map?" Harry asked.

"I did indeed find them; Mr. Weasely was in possession of them and has received detention. He claims to have picked them up from the floor after the destruction of your possessions. I have also given each of those who were involved in the destruction a detention and each of them lost ten points. Unfortunately Dumbledore repossessed the items from my care, stating that you had not received permission to have the artifacts in the school," McGonagall said.

"I was unaware that Dumbledore was allowed to take students personal possessions at his whims, especially considering both of them are considered artifacts of House Potter. I might suggest you repossess them and deliver them to me before the night is up or I just might take up lawsuit against the Headmaster and Hogwarts itself, especially considering the destruction of my things and the minor repercussions my tormentors have faced," Harry said. "If the items are indeed not allowed they shall be sent to my vaults at Gringotts to be stored until the school year is completed."

"Are you threatening me Mr. Potter? I hope you realize that despite the fact that you have taken up the Potter Lordship you are new to the political games. House McGonagall stands with House Dumbledore and together we can stand against any moves House Potter might make against this school," McGonagall said drawing herself up defensively.

"Perhaps not," Harry said. "But can the Dumbledore and McGonagall names stand up against the Peverell, Potter, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Morgenstern names?" Harry asked. "Add that with the fact that I am also Heir Black and well, I think we'll find that it will be very difficult for you and anyone else to stand against determined ol' me. Not to mention, I believe the papers tomorrow will make you rethink your stance beside Dumbledore, and if not, well than I suppose you are not the person I thought you to be."

McGonagall was silent the rest of the way. The only sound the soft soles of McGonagall's worn shoes smacking the stone followed by the harsher click of Harry's heeled dragon skin boots. Despite Harry's new metamorphic abilities his base height was still only four eleven, five inches under the average for a male his age. Warrock mentioned that it was most likely due to the systematic starvation he'd faced at the Dursleys and Harry was quick to agree.

"Here we are Mr. Potter," she said. "I will get your things back to you as soon as possible."

"Thank-you," Harry said. The door she had led him too obviously belonged to an unused classroom, that much like the Head Girl and Boy rooms were each year, to be closer to their house common rooms, was requisitioned into a bedroom.

"To enter, place your wand to the doorknob and speak the password, only the Professors currently know your password," McGonagall said taking her wand out and touching it to the knob, and speaking clearly, "Haven of Peace." The door swung open revealing the rooms McGonagall had ordered made up for Harry. They were simple, A queen sized bed, not four posters like the dorms, was pushed against the wall in one corner with a nightstand and dresser beside it. A large circular area rug was beside the bed. He looked at it happily. At least he wouldn't have to wear socks to bed to ensure that his feet never touched the cold stone ground in the mornings.

"Thank-you," Harry repeated entering the room and seeing the reddish brown chesterfield set against the front wall as well as a red oak desk and matching chair.

"Of course Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "Curfew is in three hours, lights out in four," she said gesturing to the clock on the wall. Harry nodded and moved to the bed setting his satchel down atop it. McGonagall closed the door behind her as she left. He got to work resizing his trunk and setting his school books on the desk, along with several blank leather-bound notebooks for his notes, and a couple rolls of parchment for assignments.

Despite having just eaten, Harry was feeling a little peckish and set his satchel to hang on the corner of the desk chair before heading out of his new room to make his way to the kitchens. This time though he kept his head held high and walked in the center of the corridor, feeling safer in the knowledge that he was a lord and had real power that could stand against those who tried to harm him.