Everyone heard a snort near the Troll. "Mr. Potter, as far as I can tell your son is fine, just asleep."
Amelia stared from the Boy-Who-Resurrected, Troll Potter, and a very stressed Professor. "So..." She paused. Where does one go from here? Turning to Harry, she held out a hand. "Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. My name is Amelia Bones, and I am head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Would you be able to answer questions about what happened tonight?"
Harry nodded. "It is pretty straight forward. I noticed four large creatures had somehow entered Hogwarts. I sent Hermione Granger..." He looked at the passed out girl with a small smile. "Who successfully found Professor McGonagall to get help. I sent Daphne Greengrass to make sure no one in the Great Hall left to bump into the creatures. And I went down to stall for time."
Harry grimaced. "It was a group of four mountain trolls. The leader tried to smash me. I wanted to delay them until help could arrive... but I was only able to restrain one using my magic, and it required active attention to maintain the binding. They are apparently VERY magic resistant."
He sighed, missing several looks the Aurors were giving each other. "At that point, I gave up on a peaceful resolution. If I got too hurt, one of them could escape and hurt children, which was NOT an acceptable outcome. So I went lethal." His face hardened. "I killed the one who hit me by launching stones through his chest. I destroyed the head of another one the same way. The leader tried to attack, so I burned him. Took way more power than I expected it too, as you may have guessed."
The boy got up and walked over to the last, huge troll. Casually, almost sweetly, he stroked the creatures head. "Goran was the last one. I was planing on restraining him, but he just... well, he was terrified. He was at my feet, crying. And I couldn't kill or let others kill something so... so afraid. I knew we couldn't just let him go. So I tried something."
Harry waved his hand, and there were several gasps as pure magic showed up between the two. "I bonded to the troll the way wizards bond to pet owls and stuff. He is only 14 you know. So I basically adopted him. As far as I am concerned, he is now Goran Potter. Even if he isn't by blood, and won't inherit the family name of course, I know he wouldn't be happy with it."
Seeing the shock he grinned. "I used the magical connection by the way to help him a bit. Goran has a vastly improved brain, as well as memory. It may be easier to imagine him as a very large child right now."
Madam Bones just... filed that away. This was too much right now. "There is no threat to the school right NOW, correct?"
Harry shrugged. "Well I want to ask Goran why they came up. The wards keep creatures from accidentally coming out of the forest, so either the leader was tricked or someone IN the castle was trying to bring a Troll in."
Harry saw horror in McGonagall's eyes, followed by determination. "Excuse me, Mr. Potter. I need to verify something with Albus." He waved a hand. "Pretty sure it wasn't Dumbledore. He hasn't left his office all day. Felt him up there."
Amelia was still staring at the troll... Goran. "Mr. Potter, I am afraid that you will not be able to just... keep a troll. There are permits required to own and control a Dark Creature, which Trolls are considered to be an example of."
The boy's eyes sparkled. "Ah, tell me about these permits. And who can give them." Without looking, He held his arm out and Hedwig landed on it, swooping in from a window. "I think I can take care of this before morning."
Madam Bones sighed. Harry Potter? With Money? Yeah, he could probably pull it off. She gave him a serious look. "Harry, you know my Susan. Is she in danger from... Goran?"
Cold Green eyes looked back. "She is not in danger from anybody. No one will hurt my friends." His eyes lightened. "But I can also take full responsibility for Goran. He will not hurt anyone on purpose, unless it is for self defense. And after a bit of practice, even then he should be able to handle things peacefully."
Seeing her raised eyebrow, he grinned. "Ever wanted to teach a Troll Magic?"
Harry sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands.
His dream of a normal life seemed laughable since he was eight, but this?
He absently looked over the documentation. Some quick letters to Nagnok, a VERY substantial and anonymous bribe, and he now had permission to own Dark Creatures up to class XXXX. It was SCARY how easy it was to do with a bribe. One more level and he could theoretically breed dragons.
Harry looked around at the extension to Hagrid's Hut. With Professor McGonagall's permission (Debatable, she basically was saying 'Just go away and let me get my bearings' but that was close enough for him) He had created a stone building that looked like an over sized apartment.
The floor was raised to prevent water seeping in, and he had pulled the bedrock up and firmed it around the base. A thick layer of wood was on top which acted like insulation (He harvested a tree from nearby, which was probably fine. Yeah.) Harry had used up a good amount of his personal raw material resources to get the metal, plastic, cloth and such to make a mattress, pillow, and some REALLY thick covers.
Goran was 12 feet tall after all, and the boy needed room to stretch out. Right now Harry was creating a basement, using the dirt to compress the ground around the building and the stone to build furniture upstairs. Well, he was supposed to be doing that.
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