Prologue:

"Harry?" Hermione called softly, they were sitting in the common room after one of Umbridge's detentions. Harry had just dunked his hand into the bowl of Murtlap essence that Hermione had given him.

"Yes?" he asked, he was not in the mood for anything , but saying piss off to Hermione was not an option.

"Ron and I..well I had an idea." She said quickly when Ron shot her a look, "That maybe… maybe you could teach us defence." She said finally. Harry shot her an exasperated look and turned to Ron for support. However he actually looked like he thought that was a good idea.

"You are off your rocker Hermione." He stated. This was almost as bad as her SPEW campaign.

Hermione shook her head, "No I am not, you are the best at defence and Umbridge is terrible. I want you to teach us." She seemed to get more confident the more she spoke and Harry wished more than he ever had before that he could tell her to piss off.

"Ya Harry, you are the best in defence, just think of all the things you have done in the past." Ron added. Harry glared at him, he was not supposed to support Hermione when she said something crazy like this.

"No, I am not doing something so ridiculous." He disagreed again, when he saw that Hermione was about to protest again, he sat up from where he had been lounging against the back of the couch, "Look Hermione if this is about me being first in defence, it can easily be solved. I will just turn in terrible papers and you can have top spot." He suggested. Knowing Hermione, that was probably why she was bring something so absurd up.

Hermione actually seemed to be considering it for a few minutes, Harry was disgusted. He knew she was cheap when it came to marks but this was too much. She snapped out of it though, "No I want you to teach us defence."

Harry shook his head, did this woman not know when to take no for an answer, he was sorely tempted to tell her to piss off but he didn't. It was not manners. Instead he nodded in a resigned manner. What was he to do.

Hermione looked at him victoriously, "Good then I will tell everyone to meet us in the..."

"Hold up, who everyone?" Harry demanded. Hermione shook her head as though harry had just asked her the most dumb question on the planet. Then in her know-it-all voice began talking, oh how Harry hated that voice, "All the people who wanted to learn defence from you silly."

Harry looked at her incredulously, "Hermione who in their right mind would want to learn defence form me. I am nutters remember?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head again, "People want to learn defence from the boy-who-lived. I know you hate that title Harry, but you have to admit that it is useful." There that was when Harry decided that he really hated her. Before she was just annoying and he put up with her but that statement, he hated her now. How could she.

"Very well Hermione, since you wont stop until you have your way I will do it." He said. He was upset and angry but there was nothing that he could do now. He did have a plan to do something though.

Hermione smiled arrogantly, she did not care why he did it. "Very good. Now about the others who will want to learn defence from you. There are a lot of people in Gryffindor as you can possibly imagine. There are people from Ravenclaw and from Hufflepuff. So I will inform them to meet us in the ..."

"What about Slytherin?" harry interrupted again. But this time he spoke softly.

Hermione looked confused, "I beg your pardon?" she asked.

Harry stopped himself from cursing her, it would not do him any good. "I said, what about the Slytherins. Don't they have the right to be told as well?" he asked clearly.

Ron spoke up for the first time since the conversation had started, "Are you nutters Harry. Obviously we will not be calling them. The whole lot of them are good for nothing Death Eaters." He spat. Harry shuddered at the vitriol in his voice. He knew what it felt like to be spoken about and to with that tone. He could imagine what it would feel like if the entire school spoke about them that way.

"that is not fair Ron, when you say that everyone deserves to learn defence from a competent teacher, then you should also include the Slytherins." Harry tried to reason with his crappy friends but they were not having it.

"No Harry we cannot call the Slytherins, the other houses will not come if we call them and then we will defeat the purpose of all of this." Hermione disagreed vehemently. Harry dropped his head, he would have to try again and with a different approach this time.

"Now all of us will go back up and sleep, we have a long day tomorrow." Hermione decided and got up.

"Wait Hermione, " Harry called, "Can we not have this meeting for another two weeks?" he asked. He needed time for his plan.

Hermione looked at him questioningly, "Why?"

"Because then we can meet in Hogsmede and I will have time to decided what to teach. I can't look at them blankly if they ask me what I am teaching." He said quickly.

Hermione nodded thankfully, "Yes that is a good idea I will let people know in the meantime."

After that all three of them retreated to their own beds. Ron and Hermione dropped off immediately but Harry did not. He pulled a book out from under his pillow and cast a small lumos. Not enough to trouble anyone else but enough for him to read comfortably.

The journal of Adam Donbyre. He had been a Gryffindor during the late thirties and early forties. Harry had found the journal in the Heir Library at Grimmauld Place. Apparently he had been friends with Orion Black.

In the journal Adam spoke about how much he felt he did not fit in his house and wanted to change. But once the sorting hat sorted you, it sorted you for your entire life at Hogwarts there was no chance for change. He had spoken about his problems to his friend Orion Black and had been offered a way out. Harry hoped to do the same.

The only problem was that he had no friends in Slytherin to whom he could speak to and request such a thing. He would have to go straight to the source, the King Cobra himself, Draco Malfoy. To say Harry was both dreading and looking forward to it at the same time would be an understatement.

Author's Note:

My muse demanded and I delivered.

Thanks and I hope you enjoy it.