Warnings: Harry is a smart ass in this chapter, but he will eventually calm down in later chapters, so don't get pissed at his behavior and stop reading. There will be Homosexual (Gayness) thingys in this fic. So you know….If you don't like that, you shouldn't read.

Well I've got ideas and stuff. I'll try to update this story and maybe my others one of these days

Sirius is not dead but OOTP did take place. He was just injured or something in my world.

Lots of things are different and don't go along w/ the books, but that's the point!

He second glanced himself in the full length mirror. Yep, that was him. Shaggy black hair curling at the nape of his neck and bangs that had to be continuously brushed out of his eyes. Dark eyeliner accenting his eyes that no longer hid behind glasses. Tight dark green shirt accompanied with tight leather pants, black boots and black duster. Collar around his throat with emerald green spikes. Black painted fingernails, four earrings and a tongue and eyebrow ring to match. It was all simply him. He laughed slightly. He was goth, gay, and damn sexy…. To late to change anything now. No going back. The train was already here.

Harry strolled onto the train with his trunk ignoring all the stares and incredulous looks he was getting. He found that perfect compartment for himself and hefted his trunk into the overhead holder. He then proceeded to make himself right at home for a little nap on the seat. Might as well catch up on his sleep, god knows he needed it. He was startled by…

"Oi! Mate, what the hell happened to you?" Ron Weasel just became number one on Harry Potter's hit list today.

"Hn… Nuttin' dun't wurr 'bout it." Harry slurred turning over and presuming to sleep. He heard a shuffle and the door close. Ron must have left or something.

"Harry. You know you can talk to us." Hermione stated. Nope they hadn't left. Harry huffed and sat up preparing his brain for words of stupidity.

"Yeah. I know I can talk. As a matter of fact I can talk to anyone and guess what….. Ta Da! I'm talking right now. Aren't you happy for me?" Harry put on a completely innocent face. Ron blanched getting ready to fight and Hermione screwed up her nose at the lewdness of his words. Evidently his comments on un-opened letters this past summer hadn't been to humorous. Well the comments had been for him.

"What is your problem Harry? You've been a smart ass to us all summer with your little comments and now your mocking us! What is your problem?" Ron ranted in his usual Gryfindor ways.

"Ummmm……" Harry glanced around innocently once again biting his fingernails. He then turned his gaze towards Ron and Hermione and smirked, leaning back in the seat and crossing his legs, pretending to examine his nails, wiping the invisible lint from his shoulder, "You or so it seems."

"Why you!" Ron threw a fist at Harry and Harry barely dodged in time.

"My, My Ron. Tisk Tisk now. You know the rules no fighting." Harry shook a finger in Ron's direction. Ron lunged back at Harry and the fight commenced.

Draco sauntered down the train hall and into the compartment he and his friends had claimed. He nodded to the others before looking around noticing the seats were full and sitting himself in the floor. Now most would think that he would demand the others move but Draco was only their leader in public. In private with the other Slytherins or Severus they were all just friends. Crabbe and Goyle were still stupid, but Hey! That couldn't be helped. Pansy wasn't a slut, that was all a pathetic showing. No, Draco and Pansy were not together; it was more of a brother and sister thing. Blaise was a boy. Blaise however was a slut, a very bisexual slut. Millicent did not act like a man nor did she really look like a man, anymore. That completed there group. They had all began talking about something or another when a giggling raven haired boy threw himself into their compartment and slammed the door shut. A faint thud was heard as something hit the door and the boy laughed harder and when they all heard the loud shriek the boy began rolling around on the floor. When the boy finally stopped he had rolled over onto Draco and his head was in Draco's lap.

"Who the hell are you?" Draco asked as he stared down at the boys familiar emerald eyes.

"My My, I haven't introduced myself. Excuse me, I'm Madam Slither. I'll be your personal stripper for the rest of this ride." Harry said in a womanly voice, or at least the best he could muster. The boys eyes were began to water at the attempt to hold in his laughter and tears of mirth. Draco just sat stunned, wide eyed.

"Really?" Blaise asked in a childish voice. Harry looked over to Blaise.

"Nope. I'm not yours baby. I'm this ones. I always had a thing for pretty white haired men," Harry moved himself onto Draco's lap with one leg on each side and leaned down close to Draco's ear, "So, how you want me big boy?" Harry wiggled around in his lap just for good measure. Harry was getting a kick out of this. They seriously didn't know who he was. Draco was finally able to break out of his stupor as Harry began rubbing against him. His arousal was starting to be noticed. With a growl Draco shoved the boy off him. Harry grabbed his stomach and laughed, rolling on the ground some more. The other Slytherins remained quite, glad for the show. Draco was about to say something when the lady with the trolley opened their door.

"Want the usual dearies?" She began taking things off the cart. When she looked back up she noticed Harry and smiled, "Hello Harry. Nice summer?" She asked off-handedly.

"It was great Mrs. Knight. I had all sorts of fun!" Harry replied enthusiastically ignoring the incredulous stares being thrown his way. As Mrs. Knight began passing out the goods and collecting money she continued talking with Harry.

"Did you get yourself a new man? That last one was a little to shy for you. To conservative. What was his name…Olly?" She questioned.

"Oliver, yeah. We split up. He's going to play quidittch and we sort of grew apart. It was mostly about the sex anyways." Harry flipped his hand at her. Who knew the trolley lady liked to gossip so much.

"Well that's good. Better find you someone with stamina!" She chuckled as she left, closing the compartment door behind her. All the Slytherins stared at Harry. He glanced around at them.

"What? He never liked to go more than a two rounds. I can't help that." Harry grumbled crossing his arms over his chest.

"What the hell are you doing Potter? And why was the Weasel knocked out in the hall with the Mudblood seeing to him?" Draco asked. He was slightly intrigued by the new Potter.

"Oh that. Well we were having one hell of a fight and I wasn't to keen on getting all bloodied up today, so I ran in here and slammed the door in his face and I guess stupid ran in to it and passed out. And bitch just ran after us crying or something. And that's Madam Slither to you Draco sweetie." Harry grinned innocently as he laid his head back down on Draco's lap. Pansy and Millicent snorted in amusement.

"Potter. Your good for entertainment." Pansy commented.

"Why thank you. It's always a pleasure." Harry stood up and bowed slightly and placed himself on the floor leaning against Pansy's legs with his knees pulled to his chest with his arms crossed over them. He leaned his head back so it was in her lap slightly.

"Will you play with my hair?" Harry asked childishly giving her the puppy dog look. She gave him a confused look and began to run her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and purred lightly.

"Did you just purr Potter?" Draco asked. Anywhere else and all the Slytherins would have hexed Harry into a oblivion by now, but there was nothing wrong with the way he was acting. No need to do something for stupid reasons. Potter wasn't bothering them, they wouldn't bother him. Potter smiled and purred again.

"Yeah I did." Harry sighed sleepily. He drifted off to sleep as Pansy continued to gently run her hands through his hair.

"I didn't know humans could purr." Goyle commented. Okay… Maybe he wasn't stupid. Just lacking in common sense.

"They can't" Draco replied staring at the one person who confused him more than anyone else. The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts was spent talking amongst friends about what happened the past summer.

"Harry. Harry wake up." Pansy nudged the boy who was still sleeping against her. Harry opened his eyes lazily blinking at her, yawning.

"Call me Haze." Harry smiled. Pansy just stared at him for a moment.

" You're a weird one Haze." Pansy replied as she got off the train and headed for the carriages. Soon they were situated in a carriage after Harry had petted the thestral.

"What's up with you Potter? Last year you were all self-righteous and now your well like this." Blaise asked using his hands to get the point across. Harry looked down at himself and back at Blaise.

"You don't like it?" Harry asked. Blaise groaned.

"Bloody hell. Of course I like it. It's just not something I pictured you in. You act like a totally different person." Blaise told him.

"Maybe I am a different person or maybe this is how I always was when I'm not at Hogwarts. Those dip shits I lived with hated me and I wanted to be excepted when I first learned of the wizarding world. I was naïve and stupid. I thought that if I acted like the smart ass that I am then they would send me home, so I changed my ways. Now I've decided that I don't give a fuck if people don't like me for me. They can all get over it!" Harry ranted. He had steadily gotten louder as he was talking and took a deep breath to calm himself down before looking up a Blaise with a smirk, "So you say you've never pictured me like this. Have you ever pictured me naked?" Harry could hardly hold in the laughter. Blaise almost lost his cool, but him being Slytherin and all, it just didn't work that way.

"Well yeah. You're a fine piece of ass. I'd fuck you." Blaise sad in all seriousness.

"To bad I don't like a cheap fuck and don't give it up that easily. Plus you sound just like Sirius when he's trying to make someone fell better about themselves." Harry laughed. His godfather was a just a little to open minded. Last year he'd been presented with the problem of trying to set Remus up on a date. Well it really wasn't a problem for Remus, it was just something that had gotten into Sirius's head somehow. Anyways, Remus had complained about how nobody wanted a werewolf and that he was better off in celibacy. Of course, celibacy was not in Sirius's vocabulary and so Sirius exact words to that statement had been 'Come on Remus there's always gonna be someone that likes you for you, loves you even. I mean you're a fine piece of ass. I'd fuck you'. Harry had unfortunately walked in right when Sirius said that and told Sirius that he had a lot of tact. Then he had left after he had heard Remus ask, 'Really?'. He just didn't need that visual.

"Sirius Black. He's your godfather right?" Pansy asked. It wasn't like Harry had to keep it a secret anymore. Last year at the ministry, Harry just happened to have stunned Pettigrew amidst all the chaos and that lead to the revealing of the real Secret Keeper of the Potters and the truth, which had ultimately meant Sirius was a free man. There had even been a front page article containing the whole story the next day. Unfortunately Dumbledore had insisted Harry stay at the Dursley's place for one more summer because of the blood protection spells and such.

"Yeah. He has no tact what so ever. Anyways, I'm bored." Harry stated and began to look around for some way to amuse himself. He spotted Draco looking at him curiously.

"What? You think I'm sexy?" Harry asked tilting his head to the side.

"No just wondering. Your not completely human are you?" Draco asked. The other Slytherins froze. It wasn't strange for an old pureblood family to have mixed with magical creatures, especially dark creatures with lots of power. It helped keep the magic strong, but it hardly happened anymore except for in the Slytherin houses.

"No I'm not," Harry smiled seriously for a change, "I'm half vampire. Well sort of. All halflings have the choice to become full-blooded. I've arranged to make the change." Harry smiled. Dumbledore didn't want him to tell anybody, Snape had told him to frighten the little children. Harry was happy someone knew. He just hoped they wouldn't go all weird on him now.

"Don't worry. Draco's a full-blooded veela. I'm a seduction demon, well half-blooded anyways. That's why I crave sex so much and why people give it to me." Blaise smiled happily.

"Crabbe and Goyle have Troll blood. Heavily diluted though. It's why there so stupid. I have enchantress blood. Runs in the family." Pansy told him matter-o-factly.

"Nice to know you won't try to stake me. I can be happy now." Harry sighed and laid across Blaise and Pansy's legs and put his head in Draco's lap.

"Your cuddly aren't you? Just laying around on people like you own the place." Pansy commented as she shoved his feet in the floor. He gave a rather un-manly squeal as the force made him fall to the floor completely. Pansy just sniggered at him when he glared.

"Anyways, we'd probably get killed if we staked you. Professor Snape's a vampire. He told us to always get him if we ever saw one and only to stake them if they were crazy, insane, or trying to eat us. I don't like to piss the man off." Pansy told him. He really liked Pansy, in a friendly way. She wasn't at all sluttish like many made her out to be. She was intelligent and said what she wanted to.

"I do. It's so funny, the faces he makes when he's pissed. That's why I have detention so much. Well that and he teaches me Occlumency and makes my potions. You should try calling him Sevvie and see his face. Bloody hilarious." Harry laughed at the memories. Not being a fully fledged vampire, Harry didn't have to have blood all the time. He didn't need it at all until puberty had hit. His eleven years of not having blood had stunted his growth and he was just now beginning to catch up, but it had made him forever small. He didn't mind. It was life. Professor Snape and he had a public hatred towards each other, but it was really so Harry would have detention so that Snape could teach him what he needed to now. Yes, Snape hated his father with a passion and still does, but getting along with Harry was better than trying to tame a bloodthirsty vampire.

" Your just weird. You mean that you, Harry bloody Potter, and Professor Snape actually get along?" Draco asked with an incredulous air.

"No of course not. We absolutely abhor each other, always will. Were just tolerant of each other." Harry told him.

"That's nice. We're here." Goyle sort of talked/grunted. They pilled out of the carriage and Harry enjoyed the funny looks he got from the other students in his year. The Slytherins took a seat at their table and Harry sulked over to the end of the Gryffindor table that was closet to the door. Harry received angry looks when his head slipped off his hand during the sorting and made a thud on the table. He smiled at the Gryff's before resuming his comatose state for the moment. He looked up at professor's table at the end of the sorting and decided it was time to make his grand entrance. He calmly climbed up on the table and started walking towards the front.

"Excuse me. Excuse me," He got everyone to quite down enough so that he could make his request, "I have a request. I wish to be re-sorted." He said as he jumped of the end of the table and landed gracefully. He saw Professor Snape put his head in his hands and sigh. Harry didn't wait for the headmaster's approval, he sat upon the stool and put the sorting hat on his head.

"Well hello Mr. Potter. I thought I had already had this chat with you…." The sorting hat trailed of in his head. Harry grinned.

"Yes, but I felt the extreme need to go home." Harry of course talked out loud. He watched the confused faces with glee.

"Your cunning ways have developed I see. Making them all think of you as not sane? You know this leaves me with no choice." If Harry didn't know better, he would think that the sorting hat was having fun.

"Of course I'm having fun Mr. Potter. I always loved confusion. It keeps the balance." Harry just nodded.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat announced. Harry told the hat that he would come chat with him sometime and bid him good day. The cheers of his new house mates made him smile as he made his way over to the Slytherin table. He threw a rather rude hand jester at Snape on the way buy and mouthed 'pay up'. Snape just glared at him. Harry smiled.

"Hello Sevvie!" Harry said as he plopped down on his professor's couch. Snape just gave a grunt of annoyance. Harry had gotten into routine of coming down to Severu's office every night to get his potions for the next day. He had to take a sun-light potion, so that his skin didn't burn. Unlike a normal vampire, halflings wouldn't turn to dust in the sun, they would only get third degree burns. Harry patiently waited for Severus to finish whatever he was doing.

"Quite the show you put on earlier brat." Severus said. His voice was still hostile but it had lost some of the edge it had during the day. Harry just smiled as Severus joined him on the couch. Harry took this as an invitation to stretch himself out and lay his head in Severu's lap.

"I know. Did you see their faces? That was brilliant!" Harry exclaimed in a falsetto voice.

"Couldn't you have just stayed in Gryffindor? Even joined one of the other houses maybe? I see you to much for my liking in the evenings. Now I have to see you in the mornings to. It's not really fair!" Severus exclaimed. Harry liked it when he dropped all the sarcasm and malice that he usually held and relaxed a little. Harry's body shook with silent laughter as he turned his innocent eyes on and look up blinkingly at Severus.

"But…But Sevvie. I thought you loved me!" Harry couldn't help himself and busted out laughing at his own joke. Severus just shoved Harry off of himself and got up and made his way to bathroom.

"Go away! Go bug Draco." Severus called as he started the shower. Harry just shrugged his shoulders from his position on the floor.

"Okay!" He replied in a chipper tone and went to find Draco.

"Draco!" Harry yelled as he launched himself at the blond. Whoever said that Harry Potter was quite and shy, well, they were wrong. Draco learned this in a matter of twenty-four hours. He was reminded of this fact as he now had a lap full of Harry.

"Hello." Draco looked un-fazed by the sudden weight and greeting. There really wasn't much he could do. He could always hex him or make some snide remark, but it was like a law in Slytherin house that you didn't fight with the other members of the house. You all ganged up on the other people from other houses and took your frustrations of each other out on them. It worked well and Draco would need to go Weasel hunting first thing tomorrow morning. Draco surprised himself by not minding Harry's presence but actually enjoying it. Harry's mood would change rapidly at the most unexpected moment and one was forced to get used to it quickly. Most of the time Harry was in his cuddly, happy mode, but he could quickly go to his dangerous, scary mode. Draco's survival instincts had kicked in and he had gotten over the fact that it was Potter.

"Sevvie told me to come bug you, so you're my entertainment for the next couple of hours, so entertain me or something." Harry told him. Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

"No." Draco said simply and tried to go back to reading his book.

"Please Dray." Harry pouted from his lap. Draco sighed and looked down at him.

"Please stop being childish. I'm trying to finish this chapter. I'll let you lay here to you fall asleep, but you have to promise to leave me along." Draco told him as if reprimanding a small child. Harry's happy attitude vanished at the tone of Draco's voice and he sat up in Draco's lap turning towards him.

"It's really all an act you know," Harry whispered, "They believe me to be weak and childish, insane even. It gives me the advantage in the long run. They'll never see me coming." Abruptly Harry got off his lap and left the room leaving Draco to read his book and ponder Harry's words.

Okay-- So there is really no plot yet….But this is something.

So review! And I'll keep posting!