Harry was far too amused as he and Luna stared down the entirety of Slytherin House. There were those who were curious, being cunning and ambitious required a certain dose of curiosity, while others were more than a touch enraged. These were of course the Blood Purity raised nimrods.

"You don't belong here Potter!"

"Filthy half-blood defiling the Noble House of Slytherin just by being here!"

All the insults towards Harry himself were unoriginal but the very moment he heard a foul word aimed at Luna the temperature in the room dropped below freezing as his person seemed to disappear from sight in a fraction of an eye blink. That is until the violent collision of skull meeting masonry echoed in the common room. He vaguely recalled the idiot older boy to be named Montague something or other and his whole family were not only Blood supremacists but Voldemort supporters, his father a 'reformed' Death Eater pardoned by the Minister of Magic prior to Cornelius Fudge. "Montague, I'm going to make myself supremely clear. I don't give a flying fuck which one of you shit monkeys support this blood purity bullshit. I don't care more than half of you are self serving piece of shit Death Eater spawn" he said with a harsh tone to his voice. "But the moment anyone, and I do mean anyone, decides to take a shot at my girl I will make you regret being born as I tear out your intestines for my new belt! Am I fucking clear you rodent?!"

Luna watched her beloved rant with a serene sort of malicious smirk. "Now now love" she began taking an ever so slow stride towards Harry "as flattered as I am with your defending of my honor, there is no need to defile your hands with the spawn of a mudblood creature and her husband."

The majority of the upper year Slytherin's, often called the Council of Vipers within Slytherin walls, raised an eyebrow. "That is a rather weighty, not to mention slanderous accusation that could land you in hot water before the Wizengamot" the leader of the five person group, a female with black hair and golden-green eyes, said tapping her pointer fingers together slowly.

Luna's smirk gained a tiny microscopic shark-like edge to it. "It's only slanderous if what I said was untrue. Althea Morgan Montague, formerly Althea Morgan King, is not what she claims to others. You see, I might not be the most wealthy of heiresses here at Hogwarts in terms of monetary wealth but being my fathers daughter has its own perks. Althea Morgan King spent her Hogwarts year gallivanting around as an alleged 'foreign born Pureblood' from the Colonies. Knowing the laziness at the Ministry, it's understandable that her word wouldn't be checked up on. But my father, he is far from lazy. Especially when it came to the woman who nearly cost him the life of the woman he loved when she was in labor giving me life, my mother."

Montague struggled against the young Potter's grip but he was strong. Far too strong for a second year.

"My father might run what the Purebloods of this country my compared to a fantastical tabloid magazine but he has contacts every all over the globe with respected Masters and experts in their given fields. One of these Masters just happened to be the Colony equivalent of a Master Healer here." Silvery-blue eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure as she saw the boy try to squirm out of Harry's grasp only for her beloved to brutally drive his foot behind Montague's knee with sickening force, magically enhanced of course, and shatter the bone forcing the boy to scream. "Althea Morgan King was born the bastard bitch child to an exiled British Lord descendant of a disgraced House wiped from our history pages after all their wealth, land and artifacts was allocated to House Peverell, later folded by marriage into House Potter, for Crimes against Nature in their pursuit of Necromancy. House Thomson once headed by the villainous Jacob Thomson to be precise. Jacob's son left his father to die for his crimes while fleeing to the Colonies under a new identity but magic, magic doesn't lie. The line was polluted with muggles and half-breeds until it came to the birth of Althea, a half-breed born of a muggleborn whore with siren blood and the then fifth generation Lord Tobias Wright." Luna's canines were showing as she cracked her knuckles. "You want to question mine or my beloved pedigree? Think about yourself half-blood creature trash, you aren't even fully human. At least Harry is an actual Pureblood, his mothers maiden name is Evans. As in the Evans of the Irish Isle, Pureblood ruling family of Magical Ireland that has an iron grip on the magical government to this day. Not that the British Ministry of Magic will acknowledge his mothers true roots and would rather label her a mudblood to maintain their illusion of power."

"Montague, I'm going to give you one bit of advice. You want to talk about blood purity and defiling Slytherin House with the unworthy?" Harry asked with a far too amused smile on his lips. Before the boy could say a word Harry booted him headfirst into the roaring fireplace. The screams that reached his ears, the whole common in reality, and burning flesh did nothing to diminish his smile. "You don't insult the Lord of said House. The last Heir of this house before me was a terrorist who got himself killed by a child, by me, after murdering my parents. So you know what that means by Wizarding and Wizengamot laws going back to the Founding Era? Right of Conquest and transfer of Heir status."

It took a moment for the knut to drop before it seemed to penetrate all the heads in the room. Then they all paled. All except for the five older Slytherins who conferred with silent hand gestures that said as much as words could.

Luna's smirk turned completely feral now as Harry's boot on the Montague boys ass kept his head and upper chest trapped in the confines of the fireplace. "Come now love, lets go find those Lord Quarters described in Salazar's journal. If I have to suffer the stupid any longer I fear my intelligence will be that of your former associates."

"You mean the pathetic Weasley and the mudblood filth Granger? Good for nothing twats the both of them" Harry said with a sneer as he offered Luna an arm. The common room crowd parted like the red sea for them as they walked. "Don't think I'm done with you or your godfather Severus Snape yet either Malfoy. You both have sins to pay for. I mean, you lost your Heirship when you deliberately chose not to attend the Wizards Duel you challenged me to last year. What Slytherin, any Slytherin, would defile the sacred right of Single Combat by not showing up when Salazar Slytherin helped to begin the traditions to settle grudges amongst the ruling class of wizards when we were being hunted by zealot muggles and burned at the stake for being blights on human existence? Blood Feuds and enslaving entire bloodlines have been done for less." His smile turned sinister as many looked at Draco with rage and incredulity.

Up in Dumbledore's office the ancient wizard paced the length of his office with a distraught expression carved into his face. Something had gone incredibly wrong! His carefully laid plans, all For The Greater Good of wizarding society at large naturally, were going beyond pear shaped. Harry speaking up after the moment of silence for Hermione Granger was expected, they were friends after all, despite the girl dying was not. Writing to the Granger girls parents about how their daughter was dead, murdered according to Poppy's medical charm diagnostic if the poison in her system was anything to go by, would prove to be a nightmare in and of itself.

"Headmaster."

Dumbledore was torn from his thoughts upon hearing the Sorting Hat speak.

"Two Heirs are here."

Dumbledore went a smidge ashen as his mind extrapolated the only reason for the Sorting Hat to say such a thing. Two Heirs could only mean one thing... "Founders Heirs" he said to himself. Dependent on who they were, what they knew about what he was doing in the school and which Founders they were Heir to could spell his destruction. "Who are they?" he all but demanded summoning the Sorting Hat to his hands.

The Sorting Hat 'smiled' as smugly as it could for a hat. "I am bound by magics far older than you. Suffice to say, you have sown the seeds of dissension by failing to stamp out the millennia long feud of House rivalry when it rallies against the very principles of what the Founders envisioned for this institution. You have allowed bias to infect the core of judgement within these hallowed halls. You allow that murdering rapist Severus Snape to continue as the Head of Slytherin House where he grooms the doomed youth to be like their parents- bigots and xenophobic elite pieces of work." The 'face' looked as smug as its 'smile'. "Reap your blood stained reward."

Before Dumbledore could say a word in response Poppy's head appeared in the fireplace with a frantic tone.

"Albus, there's an emergency! There's a gravely hurt student in the infirmary!"

Dumbledore tossed the Sorting Hat on after saying they would clearly be having words later. Running through the fireplace he appeared in the infirmary he was surprised, and mostly horrified, to find an unconscious Slytherin boy suffering from highly traumatic levels of burns on the upper half of his body. "Merlin, what happened to him Poppy?" he asked casting his own diagnostic charm to see how bad the damage truly was.

"I don't know. He was brought in by several of his Housemates and when I tried to ask them what happened they were unable to answer. Every time they tried a slash opened opened on their skin out of nowhere and one noticeably had their tongue missing with the stump reeking of dark magic."

That troubled Dumbledore as did the information returned by the diagnostic charm. The fire that left such severe burns were magical and therefore harder to treat. Even with proper treatment, there was no telling how long the young man had been like this before his Housemates brought him in for treatment. That meant that no matter the young man would be left with magical burn scars of some degree for the rest of his natural life. "Do we know who the young man is?" he asked.

"The only son and Heir to Lord Montague."

Dumbledore cursed internally. Lord Montague was one of the more influential Lords of the Dark Alliance, traditionally Dark families, and when it got out that his son was maimed like this under his watch he'd be out for his blood if not his job. "Do what you can to stabilize and heal the boy Poppy. I'll speak to the other Slytherin students to see if I can gleam anymore information. Whomever did this needs to be caught and brought to bear for critically injuring their fellow student" he said with a grim frown turning his lips. Who could have gotten into the Slytherin common room and managed to severely injure the boy like this without being stopped? What and how did they manage to prevent the ones who brought the young Mr. Montague to the infirmary from speaking about how the lad was hurt? These questions burned through his mind as he strode quickly out of the infirmary and made towards the dungeons where the Slytherin entrance.

From the Seventh Floor corridor Harry hummed as he passed the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy; three passes back and forth in front of the the door had it materialized. "Ladies first" he said holding the door open for Luna.

The blonde witch gave a wan smile at the mockery of chivalry that was Harry's former 'House'. "My Lord" she said with a teasing tone and inclination of her head. She heard the door click behind and glanced at Harry with a thoughtful look in her eyes. The dark room was lit by green flame torches and almost bare save for the pedestal in the center with a book on it. "So this is the core of it all."

"Well considering who we are.." Harry said with a sarcastic drawl. Passing Luna he approached the pedestal and hissed in parseltongue at it making a barrier of magic fall with a resounding shatter though no one outside of the room would hear it. "You're up."

Luna nodded and held one of her arms out in front of her, fingers spread apart, as her eyes closed. Beginning an incantation under her breath the green flames of the torches began to flicker and turned Ravenclaw blue before shifting to a menacing purple making the room appear more eerie than it was already. A second crack sounded before a secondary barrier collapsed and silvery-blue eyes opened. "It's ours my love" she said

Harry approached the pedestal and smirked a rather dark smirk as he picked up the book. "So much drama, so much violence..." his eyes flickered with amusement "and there will be far more to come. You thought that half-blood freak Riddle was bad Fumbledore? Look at me now you faggot ass sonofabitch!"

Luna let Harry have his moment as a dark tremble seemed to rack the castle from basement to turrets. They didn't know what monsters were amongst them but they would learn and learn fast. What Harry did to Montague would look like a wet dream compared to what was in store down the line. The so called good would die or be enslaved, the so called elites would be enslaved at their feet and the other monsters of the world? Maybe if she promised Harry a bribe he'd let her have a few pets she could torture and beat to death.