Harry Potter: Rise Of The Spiral

A young teen walked up to an old man's office who was fantasizing about his imprisoned lover while enjoying making out with his pet bat.

Edmund forced the door open. This sudden act surprised Dumbledore and Snape who was half way through removing his clothes.

"I'm here to avenge my family."

Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Edmund my boy, why don't you forget about revenge and join us?"

"..... No."

With that, Edmund rushed forward and decapitated the two abominations. He has finally done it, for his lord father and all that's good and holy. When he goes back, he was sure he'd rise among the ranks of his fellow religious fanatics.

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Just kidding~:D

The chapter starts now. Enjoy!

Iris dreaded agreeing for help with her training. Sweet as he maybe, Edmund was an absolute devil when it came to training.

For the last few days, Iris had to train her magic, do arduous physical workouts, meditate to build defences for her mind scape and manage attending the regular classes. Edmund forced her to eat triple the amount she used to eat to compensate the massive calorie loss everyday and trained her till she felt so tired she would fall asleep the moment she'd sink into her bed.

The students stayed away from her as no one wanted to be stripped down of what little pride they had left and the teachers would look at her with a hint of nervousness. No one provoked her. Though Snape had tried to, but the next day he entered the great hall wearing a rainbow colored tutu and danced around while singing about being the ugly a.s.s princess of bats. Of course, he took points from Gryffindor but couldn't assign detention to the culprit as he had no idea who pranked him.

Dumbledore had tried to talk to her numerous times but his emissaries could never find her. The reason for this, Edmund had guessed that she had some form of metamorphmagus ability when she had told him about her growing all the hair back when her aunt had shaved her head. Iris had cried to sleep that night but when she woke up the next day, all her hair had grown back. So, they trained her ability so that she could alter her facial structure and change the color of her eyes and hair to look like someone else.

Furthermore, Iris had stopped sleeping in her dorm and spent her nights in the room of requirement. But, then came a day when Dumbledore finally got a chance to talk to her.

Iris was called out of her potions class by Colin Creevey to attend wand weighing ceremony. The boy tried to make small conversation but Iris didn't bat an eye towards him. Dejectedly he escorted her towards the classroom where everyone was gathered. Finally, they reached the classroom, just in time for Iris to overhear Fleur Declaur admitting that she was part veela.

"Ah, there's our fourth champion!" Ludo Bagman practically shouted. He moved forward to clap her shoulder and maneuver her towards the other champions but stopped midway when he realised Iris was a girl. Feeling awkward, he slowly moved back as Iris glared at him dangerously. Clearing his throat, he asked, "I hope you don't mind that we got started without you—I guess old Snape didn't want to let you loose, eh?"

The other occupants of the small classroom stared at Iris. A female reporter dressed in gaudy magenta robes and clutching a crocodile-skin handbag was staring at Iris like she was a particularly juicy steak. Albus Dumbledore's expression was unreadable, but Iris got the impression that he was not pleased with her for continuously avoiding all kind of methods he had tried to get her into his office and talk to her.

Ollivander examined and tested Cedric's and Krum's wands, and then it was Iris' turn. She handed Ollivander her Holly and Phoenix feather wand.

"Aaaah, yes," Ollivander murmured, stroking it. He finally shot a stream of wine from the wand, humming in satisfaction as he did so, causing Iris to snort in amus.e.m.e.nt, and then handed the wand back to her.

After a few photos, Iris tried to make it to the door, but found her path blocked by the headmaster.

"Iris dear," he said in his usual, grandfatherly manner. "I have been wanting to have a conversation with you about your behavior in the great hall the day after champions were chosen."

Iris used to be a pretty meek girl before her fourth year. But, due to the constant presence of Edmund in her life recently, she had gained a lot of confidence. The training she did everyday had really done wonders for her character. She was not some pushover anymore.

"Professor," Iris coolly replied. "I believe I already explained it that day in the great hall. If my behaviour was not to your satisfaction, perhaps you should consider different strategies for the next orphan you try to manipulate. Allowing the entire student body and your professors to shun and abuse me for your failures doesn't seem to be working out for you. Makes me wonder what exactly you tried with Riddle—we all know how well that turned out."

Those still in the room stared in fascination at the tense confrontation; the reporter, who was introduced as Rita Skeeter, was writing franticall. Voldemort's true identity was not well-known, but Iris was certain that was about to change, because Rita Skeeter was on the case, and she smelled blood. Also, practically everyone in magical Britain had always been under the impression that she was the headmaster's protege, and Dumbledore had always subtly encouraged that notion, owing much of his postwar reputation to the fact that he was supposedly watching carefully over their precious savior. This confrontation, though, was direct evidence to the contrary, and the tone alone spoke volumes about the ever-widening gulf between the two.

"Iris, my dear...surely whatever problems you are having can be worked out to the satisfaction of all. There is no need to put aside your classmates and friends."

"Yes there is. You know as well as I do that they put me aside first. They made their decisions, and I have made mine. This discussion is over, headmaster."

"Please, Iris, I truly believe that we—"

"Have you acted on the topic of our discussion from after the Welcome Feast?" She cut in, already tired of Dumbledore's act. She had talked to Dumbledore about what he had been doing to free Sirius of all charges and he promised her that he was trying his best. She paused for a few seconds, but Dumbledore remained silent. "I didn't think so. Until then, there's precious little you can say that I care to hear, and even less for me to say to you. Now get out of my way."

The headmaster's shoulders slumped as he fumbled to give a reply. He couldn't comprehend how that submissive little girl turned out to be so ferocious. Iris pushed past him and strode through the door. She managed to conceal the savage grin on her face until she was back in the ROR. As unpleasant as having the entire school set against her was, and she somewhat resented Edmund for doing it at first, it did have the benefit of allowing her to tell people off. Plus, now she had planted the seed in the public consciousness that Dumbledore was avoiding something that Iris wanted done by him. and she would bet her Firebolt that every reporter in magical Britain would want to know what it was.

Edmund had been teaching her how to deal with people and it seemed it was working out perfectly for her. She was excited to share what transpired during the wand weighing with him as she skipped on her feet and went straight to the ROR.