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After walking through the barrier between Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, a young boy with ash-grey hair and dark green eyes sighed. Harry pushed his cart with his supplies on it, as he wore his maroon jacket with its hood up. He looked around and saw dozens upon dozens of people his age, a year younger and a few years older, all loading into a large steam powered train.

Harry looked at all the people around him. He saw all of the children heading to school with their family. He watched as the children happily talked with their parents, with genuine moments of love being transferred.

He tilted his head and frowned, before he felt Ouroboros tighten around him. "§Don't bother with them. You only need me.§" She hissed, causing the grey haired wizard to nod to himself, and push his cart absently.

He looked back when he heard a commotion. He saw his parents and his younger brother coming through the barrier, with dozens of people flocking towards them. Harry scowled when he saw James and Lily soaking it up, while Derik just looked around like it was perfectly normal. Which to him, it generally was.

As he looked at them, a loud crash filled his ears and he, along with his cart falling over, and onto someone. Harry lifted his head up and looked into glaring blue eyes. He leaned back a bit and recognized who the person was; being the girl he met back at the robe shop.

"Get off me!" She snapped, as she pushed him off.

Harry fell on his butt and reached up to adjust his glasses, with his hood being knocked back. "Why don't you watch where you're going?!" She said snobbishly, as she put a hand on her hip. "In this world, at least try to be civilized." She added.

"I'll try to remember that." Harry said dryly, as he stood up and looked at the girl.

She looked from him down to their collided carts. "Uck, you've got all your disgusting muggle things mixed with mine!" She complained.

"More like you got your crazy-shit mixed with my stuff." Harry corrected in a dry, polite tone, while he pushed his glasses up.

"Don't talk to me like that!" She said angrily, as she stomped her foot a bit.

"Then don't treat me like I'm some sorta contagion." Harry replied uncaringly, as he looked at his supplies. He reached down and picked up a book, which looked incredibly expensive, which was quickly snatched out of his hand by the girl.

"What on earth do you think you are doing? Touching my things!" She said angrily, as she held her book close to her chest.

"Like I can tell, though with the jewels incrusted on it, it sure isn't mine." Harry said, getting a smirk from the girl. "Only someone so vain would have something like that." He added, wiping the smirk off her face.

"What's going on here?" A smooth male voice said, causing the girl to straighten up.

"Daddy, this…This Muggle-born ruined my cart!" She said, as she pointed at Harry.

Harry cast a sideways glance and saw an older man with silvery blond hair and grey eyes. Lucius looked at Harry, before his eyes did go a bit wide recognizing him.

"I see." He drawled out, before he looked at his daughter.

"Did I?" Harry asked curiously, as he smirked and pushed his glasses up. "Or maybe, you were a bit upset about me being…different." He said mockingly.

"…Are you accusing her of something?" Lucius questioned with narrowed eyes.

"Me? Oh, bookish types like me aren't the kind that like to point fingers." Harry said, as he reached up to his jacket and pulled his hood up.

Lucius hummed, before he brandished his wand and pointed it at his daughter's supplies and said a word, before they drifted up and rearranged onto her cart. "Thanks daddy." She said, as she sent a mocking look towards Harry, who was just watching the process of Lucius' magic carefully. "What? Are you surprised?" She asked with a hand on her hip. "What are you, brain dead? Do you not know what magic is? Maybe if you're lucky, they'll wipe your memory and I'd never have to see you again." She said.

"Well, we all aren't that lucky, are we?" Harry asked with a smirk, as he glanced at his things. He used his foot to stand the cart back up, before he cast a glance at the girl. "And we all don't have 'daddy' to do everything for us." He added, getting a glare from the girl.

"What? How dare!...The nerve of…." She sounded, as she stomped off.

Harry cast a glance at Lucius and smirked, before he held his hand out and all of his supplies telekinetically drifted back onto the cart. "…Your daughter seems nice." He said sarcastically, as he walked away, pushing the cart.

Lucius scowled and took a step towards Harry, only to stop when the head of a white snake poked itself out from underneath the grey haired boy's maroon jacket. The white snake glared at him with slitted golden eyes, as a black forked tongue flicked out. After a second the snake retreated back under the jacket, with Harry glancing back.

A few minutes later, Harry was walking down the train as it was heading out of the station. Harry had his hands in his pockets as he passed several small groups of people entering the train's compartments. He passed a pair of twin boys with red hair and freckles, who grinned at him, which he nodded in return.

After a minute, Harry passed several filled compartments, before he stopped at compartment that didn't give off the sound of a few people talking. He sighed as he reached out and opened the door, before he noticed there was only one person in the compartment, looking out the window.

"Is this place taken?" Harry asked curiously.

"Not be me, no." the person replied, sounding incredibly familiar to the grey haired wizard. Harry entered the compartment and closed the door behind him, before he turned around and almost fell back.

Standing a few inches behind Harry was the person who was once looking out the window. It was a boy, the same boy he met in Diagon Alley. "Well, took you long enough to find a place." The boy said, as he stepped back and sat down on the red bench.

Harry looked at the boy and narrowed his eyes slightly, as his grey hair shifted and fell a bit in front of his eyes. The boy in front of him had bright, long, orange hair, with long bangs covering his right eye. Harry noticed the boy had dark-green eyes, almost like his own, but they were slanted a bit.

"I never got your name." Harry said, as he stepped forward and sat down on the bench across the orange boy and looked at him.

"Hmm, oh right." He said with a nod. "The strange turban wearing maggot interrupted our little conversation." He said, saying 'Maggot' with disdain.

Harry looked at the orange haired boy. From what Harry could tell, the boy in front of him wasn't European. He sounded almost American. "Maggot?" Harry asked.

"Tch, oh yes. Most humans usual are." The orange haired boy said, as he looked out the window.

"…Right…" Harry said dryly, as he adjusted his glasses. "What was your name again?" He asked.

The boy smirked. "I'm not really inclined to give if out, but…you can call me, Roman." He said charmingly, as he turned and looked out the window. He blinked his eyes and his pupils became thin slits, like a cat's. Before he blinked again and they were normal.

"Roman, eh? Sounds ancient." Harry said, as he leaned back.

Roman chuckled, while shaking his head. "You are just a card, Harry." He commented.

"How did you know my name?" Harry questioned with narrowed eyes.

"What can I say? I know a lot of different things." Roman replied. "A tip...Don't give out your name." He said seriously, looking at Harry. "Names are powerful, if you do introduce yourself. Make sure to not pronounce your name exactly the way you do." He advised.

"…Um, thanks?" Harry said unsure, as he looked at the boy.

"No need to thank me, just doing what I'm supposed to do." Roman replied uncaringly, looking back out the window.

"What you're supposed to?" The grey haired wizard asked.

"We're friends. We gotta stick out for each other." The orange haired boy replied.

"Since when did we become friends?" Harry questioned.

Roman smirked in a mixture of a gentlemanly manner and a ruthless manner. "You did get that snake, didn't you?" He asked, as he sniffed. "I smell her on you." He admitted.

The sound of hissing filed the compartment, as a white snake loomed over Harry's shoulder, with her golden slitted eyes glaring at Roman. "For your information, I did." Harry replied.

Roman looked at the snake and smirked, before he looked out the window again. "You might want to keep her on the down-low, if you know what I mean. There're a lot of unsavory fellows who don't want snakes coming back again. You know, them being dark creatures after all." He said sarcastically.

Harry looked at Roman with a mixture of distrust and frustration, as Ouroboros returned back into his jacket. He was obviously distrusting of Roman and frustrated that he couldn't get a read on him. Harry studied the boy, and noticed he wore a white jacket with red lining and a small grey scarf.

After a few minutes Harry scowled and looked out the window too. "It's such a shame what these maggots have done to the world, don't you think?" Roman asked, looking at Harry and then back out the window.

"…I guess…" Harry said, as he glanced back at the boy.

"I never really understood the importance of them all. Why we keep them around, if not for entertainment." He said with a shake of his head. "I never understood them personally. They're such…petty little things." Roman said, as he put his elbow on the edge of the bench and rested his cheek on it. "Always fighting, always happy to sell out their own kind. No wonder we prosper so well. They're worse than monsters and mutations, and they say that they're better." He said with a shake of his head, before he looked at Harry. "And they say we're insane." He commented.

"I have…no idea what you're talking about." Harry admitted.

Roman gave him a look, before he looked out the window again. "…Of course you do." He replied.

Harry frowned, before he glanced off. He lifted up his hand and held his fingers apart, before a thin electrical discharge crackled between his fingers. The electrical discharge was white with blue outlining it.

Roman turned and looked at Harry, before he tilted his head. "That's a fancy light show you've got there. I don't see many people here doing that with magic." He admitted.

"What, this?" Harry said, as he put his hands together and pulled them apart. Before a violent electrical discharge crackled between all of his fingers, with Harry putting his hands together condensing all the electricity into a ball, and then dissipated. "It isn't that hard really, if you know the mechanics behind how it works." He admitted.

"Kids our age can't do that." Roman said with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes well, kids our age don't know what I know." Harry replied with a shrug, as he held his hand up and electricity danced and crackled off his fingers. Roman smirked, looking at that.

The sound of knocking caused Harry to drop his hand, before the door opened up. A girl walked in caring a crate and sat down, putting her supplies at her side. She looked forward, before she scowled at Harry and Roman.

"Who are you?" She questioned.

Harry gave her a glance, as he looked her up and down. The girl had short, neck-length brown hair and pale green eyes, with pale skin. She already seemed to be wearing normal robes and had her arms crossed, as she looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Are you deaf, old-man?" She insulted, looking at Harry's grey hair.

"No, I just thought you were stupid." Harry replied with a shrug. "You come into our compartment and asked who we were. You do know, it's the other way around, right?" He asked with a grin, as he glanced to his side, since the girl was sitting next to him.

She 'Hmph'd' at being insulted and looked away. "I'm Parkinson, Pansy Parkinson." She said in a haughty since of superiority.

Harry just grinned. 'You're called me old man, yet your last name is a hypokinetic rigid syndrome, which mostly old people get…' He thought, before he leaned close towards the girl. "Hello, My name's Harry…It's a plea-sure." He drew out, causing the girl to shift and look away with a slight blush.

"Why do you have old-man hair? Did someone spike you're drink or something with a potion?" Pansy asked mockingly, as she kept her eyes off the grey haired wizard.

Harry reached up and ran a hand through his messy hair, before his bangs fell in-between his eyes. "That is the first time some's called my hair, 'old-man hair'? I think it's kinda funny to be honest." He commented, causing Pansy to frown. "But no, I've always had this hair. I'm sure I can go into the mechanics as to why it's not black, but I wouldn't want to bore such an important person." Harry said in a dry, polite tone, as he adjusted his glasses.

"Hmph, at least you know who you're…" Pansy began.

"…Like Roman over here." Harry finished, getting an enraged look from the girl.

"You think he is better than I am?!" She demanded, as she glared at Harry.

"Well, you are a girl. So you get a few bonus points. He may be a misanthrope, but he didn't call me hair, 'old-man hair'." Harry said with a shrug, not really looking her in the eyes.

"Where do you get off?!" Pansy questioned angrily.

"Um, Hogwarts I think…" Harry began, before he looked at Roman. "…Right?" He asked.

"I believe so." Roman agreed.

Pansy glared at Harry, before he tilted his head to the side, causing his hair to shift out of his eyes. Dark green eyes met pale green, before the two froze.

Harry saw a girl, a young girl, maybe five or six, standing in a pitch black room. The young girl's face as blacked out by the darkness, but the whites of her eyes and her smile gave off a certain light. Over the course of a few seconds, he watched as two figures, from what he could assume were the girl's parents.

They walked by her, constantly walking by not towards her, not at her. He watched as the girl became desperate for attention, for affection. He saw as the little girl began to growl, her glowing eyes and smile dimmed, turning a dark grey. He saw kids with glowing white eyes and mouths pointing their fingers at her, and laughing, causing the girl to frown.

He watched as she got older in seconds, with her eyes and smile dimming to the point of being black, just like the surrounding darkness and her figure. He saw as other dark figures formed around her, with her glaring at the figures with glowing eyes and mouths. He could feel the hate and envious feeling rolling of the dark figured girl, before she began to point and laugh at the groups that pointed and laughed at her. Slowly the other figures looked down and faded black, with the girl smiling to herself. She looked towards the dark figures next to her, only to see they weren't there and she was alone, causing her to look down and her smile fell.

Harry blinked and looked at Pansy, to see she was completely pale and looking at him in nervousness, fear and something else. "T-that…no…that's…crazy." Pansy muttered to herself, as she looked at Harry.

"What's crazy?" Harry asked, as he moved forward to see if the girl was alright.

Pansy scooted back and pressed her back against the wall behind her and just stared at him shock. "…I…I don't believe in devils…" She muttered.

Harry gave her a confused look, before he sat back and looked down at his hands. Trying to process what he just saw.

All the while, Roman was watching them with an inhumanly wide grin. 'It seems like you're magic has passed practitioner level, eh? And your first Soulgaze too, hmm. Now this is getting interesting.' He thought mischievously, as he looked back out the window.

Pansy panted, as she looked at Harry with wide pale green eyes. "What did you mean by 'devils'?" Harry asked curiously, causing Pansy to pant heavily, looking at him.

"Y-You…" She muttered fearfully.

Harry looked down and frowned to himself, before he looked at himself. He turned looked at the petrified girl, before he reached out. Pansy panted heavily as she tried to push herself back, only to hit the wall behind her. She closed her eyes, only to feel a hand on her shoulder.

Pansy opened her eyes and saw Harry standing in front of her, with his hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked. Sure he thought she was a bit of a bitch, but she was younger than him and he wasn't heartless.

"I really don't know about 'devil', perhaps you meant 'devilishly handsome', but that's neither here nor there." He said with a grin, as his grey hair fell into his eyes again.

Pansy slowed her breathing, before she looked down unsure at what she just saw. She looked up towards Harry and wasn't sure if she should be screaming in fear and trying to get away or wanted to befriend him. 'What better person to help you, than the person you fear.' She thought to herself, trying to rationalize what she was thinking or what she saw.

"I don't need your help!" Pansy snapped, though it seemed forced on her part; especially when she slapped his hand off her.

Harry stepped back and noticed Pansy was still shaking a bit. 'What the hell did she see to make her act like this…what did I see?' He asked himself, as he stood in the middle of the compartment. He wasn't sure, but he was confident that he just saw Pansy, or at least a vague impression on who she really was.

Pansy took a deep breath and crossed her arms, as she looked at the wall and blinked a few times. She tried to forget what she saw, but she couldn't. It was like it was burned into the forefront of her mind. She cast a glance at a confused Harry, as he stood in the middle of the compartment.

"Y-You said your name was Harry." She said.

"…I do remember that." Harry said dryly, looking at the girl.

"Harry what?" Pansy questioned.

Harry tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows together, as his hair shifted a bit out of his eyes. "…You want to know my last name?" He asked in confusion. No one ever wanted to know his last name. Everyone either seemed to know he was Derik's older brother and called him 'The Boy Who Lived's older brother' or they didn't care at all about him at all, in favor over his brother.

"Tut, I asked, didn't I?" Pansy asked mockingly, as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"Who's the Boy Who Lived?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Uh, Derik Potter." Pansy replied uncaringly, everyone knew that.

"…I'm his older brother." Harry said with a scowl, as he narrowed his dark green eyes.

"…What?" Pansy said in surprise. She didn't know Derik had a brother. "He-he-haha, really? You want to lie now?" She questioned with a mocking smirk.

"It's not my fault you don't believe me." Harry said with a shrug, as he gave her a look. "People rarely do, until he or our parents say it out loud." He commented with a sigh.

"Yeah, I'll believe it when they say it, Gryffindor." She said coolly.

"Gryffindor?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You're some fan of Derik Potter. Tut, just because you said you're his brother, doesn't mean he'll know you. I bet you'll try to join Gryffindor to be best friends with him." Pansy said condescendingly, looking up towards the grey haired boy.

Harry tilted his head to the side, causing his bangs to cover his eyes. "You know, from this angle, you're kinda cute." He commented randomly.

"W-what?" Pansy asked unsure, as she blushed a bit. She wasn't expecting that reply. She never was called 'cute' before, especially from people she was insulting.

"Yeah." Harry said with a shrug.

Pansy glanced down and reached up towards her nose and rubbed it a bit, being a being a bit self-conscious. She was always self-conscious about her looks, especially when she was younger and kids made fun of her for her looks.

"Tsk, your nose is fine." Harry said uncaringly, as he put his hands in his pockets. She did look cute, especially with having a look that said she didn't hold sympathy or care for most people. "Honestly, if you're looking for a problem with yourself, you will find one. I mean, look at me…" He said, pointing to his grey hair. "…Do you think girls think this is hot? No, no one wants to look at a guy with, as you said 'old-man hair'. Do I care? No." He said, causing Pansy to blink a few times, as she lowered her hand.

"…I've been making fun of you, why are you complimenting me?" Pansy asked in confusion.

"What can I say, I'm an altruist." Harry replied with a shrug. "I mean, you're like the second girl I've met on this train ride. The last one, phew, she was crazy…" He began, as the compartment door opened behind him, with said girl walking in. "…Honestly, she kept yelling and it was so annoying." He said.

"You!" She said loudly, causing Harry to jump and turn around.

"Oh God, it's happening again!" Harry announced in annoyance.

"You're lucky you didn't break any of my things!" She said angrily, with Harry noticing two large boys standing behind her, looking like bodyguards.

"It was an accident." Harry said with a sigh.

"Oh, really? Since it was an accident, I'll forgive the entire thing. Maybe we'll become great friends." She said enthusiastically, with a smile.

"Really?" Harry asked with a tilt of his head.

"…No." She drawled out and a frown on her face.

"What's your problem, Ice Queen?" Harry asked dryly.

"What's my problem? You're my problem!" She said snobbishly.

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty." He replied.

"Argh!" She sounded, as she stomped her foot in frustration.

One of the large boys standing behind her moved forward and glared at Harry, before he swung his fist. Roman turned and looked at the boy, with a scowl on his face the instant the boy made the move. Harry just stood there with a smile, as the fist approached his face.

In an instant a sickening crack echoed through the rom, with Roman and Pansy looking at the commotion. Goyle almost yelled in pain, as he stumbled back and held his wrist, which was contorted and warped, with the bones snapped. The girl looked shocked, as she looked from Goyle to Harry, only to take a step back.

Harry had a wide, almost maniacal smile on his face, as his grey hair covered his eyes. Looming over his shoulder was a long, white snake that was about as thick as a wrist. It had medium sized black sclera eyes, with golden irises and slitted pupil. Around the eyes were markings.

She, along with her two 'body guards' looked at the imposing white snake with fear. "You know, Ouroboros is…well, she has the protectiveness of a mother cobra." Harry said offhandedly, causing the white snake to face him and hissed, with her inky black, forked tongue flicking. "Tsk, don't try to deny it." He added, before he looked at the three.

Harry grinned manically, as he slowly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, like a snake would. After a second, Ouroboros retreated back into his jacket.

"While I love this interaction, I'm afraid this is the part where you run away." Roman said in gentleman-like manner, before the white haired girl and her two body guards quickly left.

Pansy stared at Harry in shock, remembering the maniacal grin he had, causing her to pant again. She saw that grin before and it wasn't pleasant.

"Geez, what's up with you?" Harry asked, as he sat down, this time next to Roman.

"T-that." Pansy said, pointing to him.

"What? Ouroboros?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. "Don't worry about her, she's a cool snake, just don't piss her off." He said with a shrug.

"…The smile…" Pansy corrected, looking at the grey haired teen.

"Oh? That?" Harry said with an eye roll. "I just do that for intimidation." He admitted. "People tend to avoid a person, who they think is insane." He stated, before the door opened up and a boy looked around.

"H-Has anyone seen a toad? H-He keeps getting away from me." He said.

"Nope." Harry replied, causing the boy to look sad and close the door. After a few seconds, Harry turned and looked down at his jacket. "Did you eat the boy's toad?" He asked, and to Pansy's surprise the snake's head poked out of the collar of his shirt and hiss to him. "Tut, good. I wouldn't want to be bitched at." He muttered.

"You can…you can understand it?" Pansy said with absolute shock. First she saw who this boy really was on the inside, and she wasn't sure if she was terrified or thrilled about it. Then he claimed to be the older brother of the Boy-Who-Lived and now he can talk to snakes. She had no idea what to think of the guy in front of her.

"Uh, yeah? Why? Do you have a pet you can't understand?" Harry questioned with an unsure look. He never understood why people would get owls or things like that, if they couldn't understand them. What was the point of a companion you can't talk to?

Pansy blinked, before she crossed her arms and scowled. "Don't talk to me, like you're better or something." She said, as she looked off. Despite the fact she and almost everyone in Slytherin wanted to be a Parselmouth, she wouldn't tolerate being looked down on. Only Muggles and Muggle-borns deserve such treatment in her mind.

Before the conversation could continue the door opened up again, except it was a girl wearing the Hogwarts robes. "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." She said in a bossy voice.

Harry blinked a few times. This girl had an almost exact same bossy tone the white haired girl had, except she didn't have the snobbish part of it.

"What do you want, beaver-face? We've already told him we don't know about his stupid toad, now go away!" Pansy said angrily, looking at the bushy haired girl.

The bushy haired girl narrowed her eyes, before she rolled them and closed the door and left. "Such a way with words." Harry said dryly, looking at Pansy. "A tip if you want to hurt someone with words, insult something they care about. She obviously didn't care about her appearance." He said.

Pansy crossed her arms and looked away. "I don't need your help, idiot." She informed. "So, you're a Parsalmouth that wants to join Gryffindor. Want to start a revolution, or something?" Pansy asked mockingly.

"I couldn't care less about what 'house' I go in." Harry said uncaringly.

"Perhaps Slytherin would be the best place for you." Roman suggested, as he cast a glance at the grey haired teen.

"Why Slytherin?" Harry questioned, glancing at the bright orange haired boy.

Roman smirked. 'It's the only place you should be, heir.' He thought with amusement. "You could say, it's where you'll fit in. In the end, it's in your soul." He commented, as he looked back out the window, before he chuckled to himself. "…in your very soul." He added ominously.

After a few minutes a voice grabbed Harry's, Pansy's and Roman's attention. "We'll be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train. It'll be taken to the school separately." The voice announced.

Pansy stood up and took her robes out of her crate, before she looked at Harry and Roman with narrowed eyes. "Well, get out, perverts." She said with a scowl.

Roman rolled his eyes. "Trust me, darling. I could get a better lay." He replied, as he walked out of the rooms and muttered to himself, about how stupid 'maggots' were. Harry just grabbed his own robes out of the crate and left the compartment, letting Pansy change.

Out in the corridors, Harry changed uncaringly. He really only took off his maroon jacket and packed it up. He only wore a white dress shirt and black pants, along with shoes. He put his black robes on over them, before he closed it up. He honestly couldn't believe most wizards wore nothing under the robes. He was not going out into the September night like that.

Harry looked towards Roman, to see he was already wearing the uniform. The grey haired wizard wondered how he was able to change so fast without him noticing. After a few minutes, they returned back into the compartment, with Pansy already dressed in the Hogwarts uniform.

"Hmm…" Harry sounded, as he tilted his head and looked Pansy up and down. "…Nice." He commented, getting a scowl from the girl. They felt the train stop, signaling that they've reached their designation.

For the next few minutes, all of the students shuffled and forced their way out of train. Harry was pushed forward and almost fell, only to be caught by Roman. "You gotta be more careful." He commented, as he glanced down towards the shorter boy.

Harry stood up straighter and adjusted his glasses. "…Thanks." He said, as he looked forward, getting a smirk from the bright, orange haired boy.

A lamp illuminated the area, as a loud voice grabbed Harry's attention. "Firs' Years, Firs' Years over here!" A giant of a man with black bushy hair and a beard announced, smiling at the children. "Come on, follow me. Anymore Firs' year, mind your step now!" He said, as he led the children down a path.

Harry glanced around and noticed Roman was staying right at his side, confusing him a bit. He wasn't one who had friends. People always wanted to be friends with Derik and/or always wanted to use him as a way to get to his younger brother. 'Is this what it's like to have a friend?' He thought unsure.

"Mind your step, you'll be gettin' you're first look at Hogwarts in a sec!" Hagrid announced. "Just around here." He said, before some people made several surprised and awed sounds, as the path led to a large, black lake. Perched on top of a large mountain, was a giant castle with its windows illuminated brightly.

"It's probably one of the only good things these puss-bags made." Roman muttered. "I never get tired of seeing it." He commented to Harry. Harry glanced at him, before he looked at the large castle, with some amazement.

"Alrigh', no more than four to a boat!" Hagrid announced, as he pointed to a small group of boats floating on the water. The First Years entered their boats, with Harry noticing Roman following him, but he didn't think too much of it.

When Harry and Roman sat down, he heard an annoyed groan. Harry looked in front of him and noticed Pansy sitting in front of him, before he made an unsure face, before she pointed to her side and he saw the white haired girl he kept running into.

"…At least don't somehow tip this boat over." She said with annoyance, giving Harry an accusing look.

"Oh Ice Queen, you just know how to get me all mushy inside." Harry said dryly, as he adjusted his glasses, before the small group of boats took off towards the castle.

As everyone stared at the castle in awe, Harry glanced down at the water when he felt Ouroboros tighten around him. It was cold outside and she wanted to be warm, something Harry could understand.

"Heads down!" Hagrid announced, with the children lowering their heads and letting them pass through a dark tunnel, until they reached an underground harbor, which is where they climbed out.

Roman looked at the boats and shook his head, before the group was lead towards a path that led the children to the castle. They eventually arrived at the large, wooden door of the building, before Hagrid knocked on the large door with his large fist.

The door swung open, with a witch wearing green robes stood at the entrance. Harry glanced at her, before he glanced around uncaringly.

"The Firs' years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll take them from here." She said, as she opened the door wider.

The children followed her into the Castle looking around the giant hallway, with an incredibly high ceiling, and with a unique looking staircase that led to the upper levels. McGonagall led the children past a large pair of doors, which echoed with the sounds of hundreds of people talking.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. The start of term banquette will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony, because while you're here. Your house will be something like your family, within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room." She said. "The four houses are called, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin…" She said.

"…Why did she say Slytherin last?" Pansy muttered to herself with a scowl.

"Probably because it begins with the letter 'S', and normally, 'S' comes after, 'G' 'H' and 'R'." Harry said quietly. He thought it McGonagall said it in alphabetical order.

"…Each house has its own noble history…" She said, causing Roman to smirk to himself and glance towards Harry. "…And each has produced outstanding witches and wizards." She informed, causing Roman's smirk to reach inhuman lengths and his eyes turned cat-like for a moment, before returning to normal.

"While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will add house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year the house with the most points will get the House Cup." McGonagall explained. "A great honor, I hope each of you, will be a credit to which house becomes yours. The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes, in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you smarten yourselves up as best as you can, while you're waiting." She said, glancing at a few untidy children. "I'll return when it's time, please wait quietly." She said, as she turned around and walked out of the chamber.

Harry glanced around the chamber, with most of the other first years looking nervous. "Harry." A voice said, causing him to turn and look forward.

Pansy glanced at her side, as she heard that, before she blinked a few times. Standing in front of Harry was a boy a few inches shorter than the grey haired boy. The boy and Harry looked a bit similar, with the boy having jet black, messy hair. But it was shorter compared to Harrys, and thinner, with a cowlick on the back of his head. They both had green eyes, though Harry's were darker. And the boy had a bit of baby fat, while Harry was entirely slim.

"Yeah?" Harry sounded, as he looked at his little brother.

"Mum and Dad said we had to stay together." Derik said.

"…Yes, yes they did." Harry agreed with a nod.

"Then why didn't you?" He asked.

"Because I didn't want to?" Harry replied unsure, as he tilted his head. It was pretty obvious to him.

"You can't, not just listen to them." Derik said incredulously.

"Of course I can…see?" Harry asked, as he pointed to himself.

"Who are you?" Pansy questioned, looking at Derik. Of course she heard of The Boy Who Lived, but she never seen him before. It wasn't something she actively cared about.

Derik looked at Pansy, before he frowned. He knew who she was though. His father spent hours and hours trying to get it in his head, who might try to kill him for what he'd done. Most of the Darker, Pure-Blood Families were most of them. He gave Pansy a scowl, before he looked at Harry.

"Harry, what house are you planning on going in?" Derik asked.

"…Hell if I know." Harry said uncaringly.

"Hey, don't ignore me!" Pansy snapped irritably, as she glared at Derik, causing the younger boy to narrow his eyes in suspicion.

"What's going on?" A red-headed, freckled boy asked, as he stood next to his new friend. "Who's he?" He asked, looking at Harry.

"Oh, a Weasley." Pansy drawled out, as she rolled her eyes. 'Why do I get all the weirdos?' She thought.

"He's my brother." Derik said, ignoring Pansy's comment.

"Y-You have a brother?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Yes…people usually forget that." Harry said with a frown, as he looked away.

The sounds of gasps, pulled Derik's, Ron's and Pansy's attention away from Harry's comment. Harry stared at a wall, as dozens of Ghosts for Hogwarts flew by and began to talk to the First Years. Roman looked at the ghosts, before he and the Bloody Baron looked at each other. The orange haired boy smirked, before he looked at Harry.

"Chin up, Harry." Roman said, as he elbowed the boy in the chest.

"Tut, I knew that." Harry replied.

"Oh I know, but if you wanna get some cute girlfriends. Angst'ing about isn't gonna help." Roman said with a charming smile. "It might attract a few, but it'll never last." He advised.

Harry frowned and looked forward, before he nodded to himself. He needed to get over the fact people never saw him for who he was or what he was.

"Move along now." McGonagall said sternly, as she came back. "The sorting ceremony is about to start." She informed, before the ghosts floated away through the wall. "Now form a line. And follow me." She instructed looking at the First Years.

The children got into line. Harry noticed Derik was standing at his side, with Pansy standing in front of him and Roman standing behind him. The line was led out of the chamber and into the Great Hall, causing some of the students to look up and around in awe.

McGonagall lead the students to the front of the hall, standing in front of the elevated teachers table, and had them facing the rest of the students, with the teachers behind them. Harry had his hands in his pockets and glanced down, as he sighed to himself.

As he did that McGonagall placed a stool down, and put a raggedy, pointed wizard's hat on top of it. Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back, and he listened to the hat sing. He opened his eyes when he heard everyone clap to his song.

After the hat was done, McGonagall stepped forward and unrolled a scroll. "When I call your name, you'll put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." She instructed, before she began to read off the names.

Harry watched as people were called off, with First Years quickly and nervously, passing by him and getting sorted. "You know, in all honesty I think Slytherin would be best for you." Roman commented quietly, glancing at Harry out of the corner of his uncovered eye.

"…You think?" Harry asked in an equally quiet tone.

"Oh yes." Roman replied with a grin.

Before he and Harry looked to their side, when they saw Neville fall over on his way to the stool, before he was sorted. After a few names, McGonagall continued to read.

"Malfoy, Daronica." She announced, before the white haired girl Harry met early walked passed him, not even giving him a glance.

"…Huh, so that's her name." Harry said to himself, before he watched as she was sorted. It took a few moments, as the hat looked at the Ravenclaw table and the Slytherin table. He watched as the hat then yelled 'Slytherin', before Daronica seemed to strut towards the Slytherin table.

After a few more names, the line was small. "Parkinson, Pansy." McGonagall announced. Pansy felt someone push her a bit forward encouragingly. She turned around and saw Harry had his hand forward a bit, but he was looking away.

Pansy glanced down, before she quickly moved forward and saw on the stool. It didn't take, but a few seconds to get sorted into Slytherin.

After a few more people, McGonagall looked at the name. "Potter, Derik!" She announced, before the boy stepped forward. In an instant, almost hundreds of whispers echoed about the Great Hall. When Derik sat down, the hat was put on his head and he drowned out the noise.

Harry scowled, as he heard the sounds of them gasping and talking in astonishment. "I know you don't trust me that much…" Roman said with a shrug. "…But, there really is no other place for you, other than Slytherin, if you go any other place, you'll be just like them." He said, looking around the Hall.

"Why are you so fixated on me going to Slytherin?" Harry asked quietly, looking at the orange haired boy.

"…I just don't want to go there by myself." Roman replied with a casual air about him. "And you're the only person I'd ever be friends with." He admitted, causing Harry to glance down. "Plus, those girls, Pansy was it? And that Daronica? With the right words, I'm sure you can start a little something-something with the likes of them." He said with a grin.

"You're strange." Harry commented, getting a shrug from the boy.

"To me, your kind is strange." Roman added uncaringly.

"Gryffindor!" The hat announced, getting a thunderous applause, with the Gryffindor table cheering and shouting from the people there.

"Potter, Harry!" McGonagall announced, when the cheering died down.

Like with Derik there were dozens of shocked gasps, along with stunned silence. Pansy looked surprised, as she looked at the front of the Hall. Daronica scowled and looked at the front too. She didn't know there was another Potter.

'Probably just another dolt, like Derik.' She thought.

In the silence, light footsteps echoed, as a slim boy with messy ash-grey hair stepped forward. Harry had a frown, as he walked with his hands in his pockets, before he sat down on the stool. As Harry stepped forward, Daronica's eyes went wide in surprise. Almost everyone was silent as they took in the unique looking, relative of The Boy Who Lived.

They watched as he sat there for almost half a minute, as the hat seemed to look from Ravenclaw to Slytherin. Roman glanced up at the bewitched ceiling, as he smirked to himself.

"Slytherin!" The Hat announced. If the Great Hall wasn't silent before, it was now. A Potter, a Relative to Derik, The Boy Who Lived, was just sorted into Slytherin.

The light sound of clapping echoed, from Pansy as she sat at the table with a wide, mocking grin on her face, looking at the Gryffindor table. From around her, all of the other Slytherins followed. Roman clapped slowly to himself, before Harry slowly stood up and took the hat off.

He put his hands back in his pockets, before he began to slowly walk towards the Slytherin table, with the bangs of his ash-grey hair in his eyes. He looked around for an open seat, before he sat down next to Pansy.

"…So you are the Boy Who Lived's brother?" She said.

"Obviously." Harry said with a scowl, as he glared forward.

"…What's it like?" Pansy questioned, only to go a bit pale when she noticed Harry glaring at her.

"It's annoying and cumbersome." Harry stated.

Pansy narrowed her eyes at him, before she crossed her arms. "I was just trying to start a conversation, old-man hair." She said with annoyance.

"Yeah, just don't try to start a conversation that I've had almost a few thousand times." Harry said with scowl, as he looked forward.

Harry turned and looked up towards the teachers table and noticed a few people sitting up there. He saw the large man with the long hair and beard. Sitting at the center of the table, upon a golden chair was an old man wearing unique robes and half-moon glasses. Harry knew who he was, it was hard not to, Dumbledore.

He saw Quirrell sitting there too, causing him to grin a bit, with Ouroboros tightening around him. Harry looked down and saw there were only five more people ready to be sorted.

"Torchwick, Roman!" McGonagall announced, before she blinked a few times and mouthed a 'What' to herself. Dumbledore glanced up, his attention fully grabbed. At the Slytherin table there were murmurs among themselves, while Hermione glanced down in thought. All of them had a thought that 'Roman Torchwick', sounded incredibly familiar, but they just couldn't place where they heard it.

Roman walked up towards the stool and sat down, before the hat covered his head. 'Man, I'm going to need a shower after this.' He thought glumly, and almost instantly the hat yelled 'Slytherin'. After he was sorted, Roman walked with a grin on his face towards the table, before he sat down next to Harry.

"You've certainly caused some ruckus." Harry commented, glancing around at all the people looking at Roman in confusion and trying to remember him.

"What can I say? I bring the show, while you stop it." Roman replied with a shrug.

Pansy looked at Roman with a scowl, before she looked at Harry. "Why are you here?" She questioned suspiciously. "If you're 'his' brother, shouldn't you be in the Gryffindor house?" She asked.

Harry turned and gave her a grin, as he tilted his head to the side. "And miss out on all the cute girls here? Not a chance." He said. "I like girls with a bit of…darkness inside them. It makes things interesting." He admitted.

Pansy blushed a bit, before she crossed her arms and looked away. "Quit saying things like that, idiot." She said.

The grey haired wizard turned and looked back up towards the teachers table as Dumbledore said a few words, before the feast started. Harry looked at the teachers' table and looked at the rest of the people. He looked passed Professor Quirrell and looked at the man that sat next to him.

Next to Quirrell was a thin man with pale skin and shoulder-length black hair, along with dark colored eyes. He seemed to be dressed in black robes and had a perpetual frown on his face. When Harry looked at him, Snape looked back and frowned. Snape coldly looked at Harry, while the grey haired wizard had a bit of a maniacal grin. After a few seconds, Harry's maniacal grin fell and he gave Snape a small smile and a slight wave, before he focused on the feast.

Harry listened to the surrounding people chatter amongst themselves, before he looked down at the food on the table. He reached out and took a few large pieces of meat, before he casually cut up the pieces into few medium-sized pieces.

"So, how does it feel to be the first Potter to transvers into Slytherin?" Pansy asked mockingly, looking at the grey haired wizard.

"How does it feel, to be a girl that has the hots for the first Potter to transvers into Slytherin?" Harry replied uncaringly, cutting up the meat.

"T-The hots, w-what're you talking about?!" Pansy demanded, with a blush on her cheeks.

"I was just messing with you." Harry said with a shrug, as he held his hand out and above the meat he cut up.

Pansy got control of herself, before she looked at Harry and to his hand. Her eyes went slightly wide, as the head of the white snake poked itself out from Harry's sleeve and chomped down on the meat on the plate, before it retreated back into his sleeve.

"You brought that with you?" Pansy hissed quietly.

"Sure." Harry said with a shrug.

"That's against the rules." She said, as she glanced around, hopping no one would hear her.

"Is it?" He asked. "They never said that I couldn't bring her with me." Harry argued.

"…Still…" Pansy said, looking at the grey haired boy.

"Why would you care anyways?" Harry questioned, as he gave the girl a raised eyebrow.

Pansy blinked, before she crossed her arms and glowered in a different direction. "I was just curious. It's not like I care about you or anything, idiot." She said.

"Well, don't hurt yourself, being a Noble-Samaritan and all." Harry said dryly, as he adjusted his glasses.

"I'll try not to." Pansy replied with a smirk.

Harry just shook his head as he looked at the brunette. "I didn't know there was another Potter child." A snobbish female voice said, causing Harry to glance diagonally, to see the Daronica-girl sitting a near him. "Why didn't you say so?" She questioned. She was under the impression he was a muggle-born.

"…You didn't ask." Harry said, getting a scowl from Daronica.

"I did ask." She stated.

"Yeah, you asked a completely ambiguous question that could've been taken a dozen of different ways. Are you one of us? Is really vague, like I said." Harry said dryly, causing Daronica to scowl and look away in embarrassment.

"Did you know?" Daronica asked, looking at Pansy with narrowed eyes.

"What's this? The Malfoy Heiress doesn't know something. The horror." Pansy said mockingly with an eye roll.

"…Are you mocking me?" Daronica questioned seriously.

"Ladies, as much as I'd love to see a quality cat-fight, I don't believe this is the time." Roman interjected, getting glares from both girls.

"Don't presume riffraff such as yourself, can tell me what to do!" Daronica said with a glare.

"Heh…riffraff." Harry said to himself.

"Are you poking fun at my vocabulary?" She asked defensively.

Harry shrugged and took a few bits from the meat on his plate, before Ouroboros quickly took more food and retreated, with no one the wiser.

"What'd you do to piss her off?" Pansy asked, motioning to Daronica, while she looked at Harry.

"I might have run into her at the station, before we got onto the train." He admitted. "Are you friends with her?" Harry asked.

Pansy slowly nodded. "You could say something like that. Her father and my father are friends. Before we were born, there was an arranged marriage between us, if one of us was a boy, which is void now." She admitted.

"…Well, technically…" Harry trailed off, as he gave her a smirk.

Pansy blinked a few times, before she realized what he was insinuating. "Ew…no, no, no…" She said, as she shook her head. "…I wouldn't even know how that would work." She admitted, glancing at Daronica.

"So, you two are close friends?" Harry asked.

"No, not really. She's a bossy girl and I'm a…" Pansy began.

"You're both controlling bitches, that can't stand not being on the top, causing conflict." Harry summarized.

"…I wouldn't say that exactly. Less controlling…less bitch." Pansy said with a scowl, looking at the grey haired wizard.

Harry just shrugged. "Whatever you say. So you two resent each other?" He asked.

"No. We're friends." Pansy informed.

"…You just said." He said.

"No, we just aren't close." She replied, getting a nod from him. Harry glanced down, before he looked back towards her.

"What's it like?" Harry asked.

"…What?" Pansy said unsure.

"What's it like to have a friend? I mean, only have…let's see." Harry said, as he held his hand up and raised a single finger. "One friend and she's a snake. What's it like having a friend?" He asked curiously, looking at her.

Pansy looked at the grey haired wizard in confusion. "What'd you mean, having a friend?" She asked. She knew what it was like to have an acquaintance. That was the level Daronica had with her. Pansy glanced down and scowled. '…Have I ever actually had a friend before?' She thought, before she felt a hollow feeling in her chest. '…T-that's right…I don't…' She remembered.

Harry looked at her, before he slowly nodded. "I see." He commented, causing Pansy to scowl and glare at him.

"Don't measure me with your stick." She said with a frown.

"Heh." Harry sounded, as he gave her a smirk. "Always to confrontational, I like that." He admitted.

"You say you don't have friends, that's stupid. You're the Boy-Who-Lived's brother, you should have tons of friends." Pansy hissed out harshly.

"Let's rewind that statement, shall we?" Harry said, as he looked at her. "Why would they be my friend? Because of my brother?" He asked with a scowl.

"Well because..." Pansy began, like she knew the answer.

"You obviously hadn't thought about it." Harry said with a sigh, as he looked at the Gryffindor table to see dozens of people trying to talk to Derik, all of them with admiration in their eyes. Pansy glanced back and scowled at the Gryffindors, before she noticed it too. "The only reason anyone ever wants to be friends, is to get to him or something close to that. 'What's Derik's favorite color' 'what's his favorite food' 'what's it like to be near him all the time' 'can you put in a good word for me' 'can you tell him, I'm a good friend'. I'm sure you get the gist." Harry said dryly. "People tend to see me, when they want to get close to Derik. If it doesn't involve getting close to him, well…" He trailed off with a shrug, as he held his hand over more meat and Ouroboros poked her head out and snatched some of the food and retreated.

"And you haven't hexed him to oblivion yet?" Pansy asked with a raised eyebrow. She would've made anyone's life a living hell if they pissed her off.

"Nope. Being over looked, being ignored, gives me a certain ability…a certain power." Harry admitted. "…I can do whatever I want and no one will notice, being so focused on Derik that is. Why would I want all of that…" He said, looking at all the people looking at Derik. "…aimed at me?" He asked, as he adjusted his glasses. "…Bookish types like me, don't like being stared at like some commodity. What about you?" He questioned, looking at the girl.

Pansy scowled. "What about me?" She asked defensively.

Harry tilted his head and looked at her, before he slowly nodded. "It's your father, isn't it?" He asked, causing the girl to scowl. "Yes. Your family was affiliated with Voldemort." He said, causing Pansy to freeze at the mention of his name. "And you're family was one of the families to remain with him, until the rest left." He said, psychoanalyzing the girl.

"If I add the usual human reaction into this little problem, logic would dictate that almost half of the wizarding community avoided you and your family out fear for your association. Since your family isn't as well know, as rich or influential like the Malfoys for example, your family wasn't one to bounce back. Of course that association your parents had, bled down to you. Most people alive during that time, or were told about it by someone who was, avoided you or made fun of you to quell their own fears. Am I right?" Harry questioned, as Pansy glared furiously at him.

"…Of course I am." He said, before he reached up and ran a hand through his grey hair. "I apologize for bringing it up; it wasn't my right to throw that on you." He admitted.

"You're right, it wasn't." Pansy said angrily.

"I don't mind really, about your family or its allegiances." Harry said, surprising Pansy a bit, causing her anger to die down.

"Y-you don't?" Pansy asked in surprise. She was a proud pure-blood supporter. She wasn't going to change herself, her beliefs. As bigoted as her beliefs were, they were hers. To change what you believe in would be to change a big chunk of yourself in turn. Something Harry understood, despite how stupid he thought their beliefs were. They had to realize it themselves, if he forced them or her to believe something else, he would be just as ignorant and intolerant as they were.

"Of course not." Harry said with a shrug.

"But…you're the brother of…" Pansy began.

"So?" Harry asked uncaringly. "Just because we share blood, doesn't mean we share ideals." He said, as he glanced around the Slytherin table. "This should be proof." He said, causing Pansy to look down at her food, before she pushed her plate away, feeling her appetite lessen.

"Why?" Pansy questioned, looking at the grey haired boy. She felt he was a puzzle, a mystery. What she saw when she looked in his eyes, it was…monstrous. But she felt something else when she looked at him, and she really wanted to feel that again. The boy in front of her was someone who could understand how she felt. She just wanted to fit in, as well as make other people feel as bad as she felt.

Harry looked down and glanced at his hands. "With Voldemort dead, I found myself not knowing who I was. My parents forgot about me, in favor of Derik…" He said. 'Well, they really didn't like me before that either.' He thought dryly, while Pansy looked down and put her hands in her lap.

She could understand that. After the whole war, her parents focused so hard and rekindling their reputation to the community. Without the wealth and influence like the Malfoys' had, it was almost impossible. They're obsession on reputation, made them forget about her. Pansy glanced back at Harry, as he stared at her with dark green eyes.

"…Without knowing my parents or their ideals, I took care of myself. Since a young age, constantly changing and shifting ideals and perspectives…To me, things like Dark or Light, Good or Bad, anything really. They hold no firm reality in my mind." Harry admitted with a shrug, before he sighed and looked down. "…No one looking at you, no one acknowledging your existence, no one seeing you as a person; only someone who's close to someone else…The pain of not having an identity. I think you should understand." He said.

Pansy frowned to herself. "…If I do?" She questioned suspiciously, looking at him with narrowed pale green eyes.

"Then we're just a couple of losers, eh?" Harry asked with a grin, glancing at her. Pansy looked furious, as she clenched her fists. "And well, we should stick together, don't you think?" He questioned, causing the girl's anger to die down a bit.

"…W-what're you suggesting?" Pansy asked with a scowl, looking at the grey haired wizard.

Harry tilted his head downward, before he used his middle finger to push his glasses up. "I'm sure you know what I'm getting at." He said, as he lowered his hand under the table and held a handout towards Pansy, as he ate with his right hand, looking inconspicuous. "People like us should really stick tighter." He said, as he ate.

Pansy looked down at his hidden hand, and kept her hands in her lap. She glanced around inconspicuously, noticing Daronica glaring at Derik, with some of the Slytherin students looking uncomfortable, with the Bloody Baron near them. She looked around the Great Hall and watched with a scowl on her face, looking at all of the First-through-Seventh years chattering to each other. All of them so happy, so open with each other, she felt the need to tear their happiness from them. 'Why should they be happy!?' She thought angrily, glaring at some of them. She would want nothing better than to see them as miserable as she was.

She slowly looked back down at her lap, before she cast a glance at Harry's hand under the table. "…Disconnected. I am trapped within myself, held captive by the tide that never ebbs." Harry said to himself, as he hummed a bit. "…I could scream myself to sleep, if it would shatter the illusion. But I can't give into this. It's the noise that makes me human." He said to himself, as he glanced around at all the people that ignored him.

Harry stopped sinning to himself and grinned, almost manically as he felt a hand grab onto his. Pansy glanced around, as she held onto Harry's hand under the table. After a few seconds, Harry just staring smirking.

"T-this doesn't mean anything." Pansy insisted.

"…When you shake hands in a deal, you don't have to keep holding the other person's hand." Harry informed dryly, but his smirk didn't fall, as Pansy looked away and pulled her hand back.

"Shut up, idiot." Pansy said, as she crossed her arms.

"Nice catch there." Roman commented, causing Harry to turn and saw the orange haired boy sitting next to him.

"…Where you listening to our conversation?" Harry questioned.

"Well, it's kinda hard to hear over all the chatter in this place…but yeah." Roman said with a charming smile. "I'm hurt, you don't want me to be your friend, but you choose some smelly-monkey?" He asked.

"…She's cuter than you are." Harry answered, getting a raised eyebrow from the orange haired boy.

"Touché." Roman replied, before he glanced down at his empty plate, having not eaten a bit of food.

"Why are you so fixated on being my friend?" Harry asked with a frown.

Roman shrugged. "I'm not; I just thought you could use one." He admitted. "It's not like I can force you, even if I could, I wouldn't be allowed to." He said.

"…Allowed to?" Harry questioned.

Roman just smirked, with it almost reaching inhuman lengths, revealing perfect white teeth. "There are rules to almost everything we can do. Enough about that though." He said, as he looked at a ghost and stared at it.

Before Harry could ask what he meant, Dumbledore stood up and grabbed everyone's attention. "Ahem, just a few more words now that you're all watered and fed…" He said, causing Harry to twitch at that. He wasn't an animal. "…I have a few start of term, notices to give you. First Years should know that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils, and a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." He said, glancing at the Weasley Twins.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker to remind you, that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house team should contact Madam Hooch." He informed. "And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone, who does not wish to die, a very painful death." Dumbledore informed.

Harry glanced around when he heard mutterings, before he smirked to himself. He knew what he was going to be looking into.

"And now before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Dumbledore announced

Harry made a face, as he glanced around to see some of the older Slytherins glancing around, looking inconspicuous with the area around them.

Dumbledore flicked his wand and summoned a golden ribbon, which formed into words above him. "Everyone pick their favorite tune, and off we go!" He said, before everyone sung, well except Harry and Roman.

'What a strange group of people.' Harry thought, looking around strangely.

'…Humans…' Roman thought with annoyance.

"Ah, music." Dumbledore said, as he wiped his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here. And now, bed time! Off you trot!" He announced, before everyone got up.

Harry walked with the Slytherins, as they were all led towards the lower part of the Castle. He glanced around, looking at the moving portraits. He had his hands in his pockets and felt Ouroboros slither around his waist.

As they reached the lower dungeons, some of the Slytherins ducked, as an armored helmet flew at them. Harry had his hands in his pockets as the helmet flew right towards his face, before a pinging sound echoed, with the helmet slamming into a stone wall.

In the air, a white ghost formed and giggled, looking at Harry. "Go away, Peeves." The Slytherin perfect sneered out, glaring at the ghost.

"Oh-ho-ho, I don't know. Old-man hair here; is one in a bunch!" Peeves laughed out, as the ghost looked at the grey haired teen.

Harry's eye twitched, at the 'old man hair' comment. 'I hope this doesn't become a thing.' He thought dryly. "Old man hair?" Roman asked with an eye roll, causing the ghost to focus on him. "What is this, grade school?" He asked mockingly, before he blinked. "…Oh wait." He said to himself.

"Enough, let's go." The Perfect instructed, as he lead the other students.

Eventually they were led into the Slytherin's Common Room inside the dungeon. The perfect motioned to the two corridors on either side of the large common room, before the boys were led down one corridor and the girls were led down the other. Along the narrow stone corridor, Harry passed several dozen doors along the walls, before he looked at door that was wide open, he glanced around and noticed several other ones were open.

Harry watched as two Slytherin boys entered each of one of the opened doors, before he looked at an opened door and saw his stuff inside it. He stepped forward and entered the room, and noticed a bed against a wall. There wasn't much to the room, two beds at either end of the room and bland stone walls.

"Hmm, now isn't this a coincidence." Roman said, as he walked past Harry and looked at his own stuff.

"Yeah…" Harry trailed off, as he glanced at the orange haired boy.

"I know. But don't get full of yourself, Harry. This was actually a coincidence. I may want to be your friend, but don't have the hubris to believe I'd go out of my way to sleep in the same room as you…That's creepy." Roman said with a charming smile, as he sat down on a bed and opened his crate, before he pulled out a cigar. "…You won't mind?" He asked.

Harry shook his head and leveled his hand at his apparent bed, before Ouroboros slithered out of his sleeve and coiled on his bed. "…Eh?" Roman sounded, as he looked around for something, patting himself down. "…Shit, my lighter." He muttered.

A pale white spark of electricity, with a blue outline shot out and hit the tip of Roman's cigar, igniting it. Roman turned and saw Harry was pointing his finger at him.

"Thanks." Roman said with a charming smile and a tilt of his head.

"No problem." Harry replied, as he went through his things.

Roman reached into his crate and pulled out a black bowler hat, with a red strip along it, before he put it on his head and leaned back. He had his cigar on his mouth and crossed his arms behind the back of his head.

Harry glanced at him, before he looked at Ouroboros. "Are you full?" He asked, getting a hiss from the white snake. "…Good." He said with some relief. He cared more about Ouroboros than himself, he didn't really have much to eat in the feast, in turn for her hunger.

He took off his robes and folded them neatly, before he laid down on the bed and stared up at the stone ceiling. Harry felt a weight on his chest, as Ouroboros coiled on him with her head resting on his shoulder.

'…Let's see what I can do here.' He thought, as he took off his glasses and closed his eyes.


Here's the second Chapter. For those that want to know about any parings or whatever, it'll be Harry x Pansy x Daronica(Female Draco) x Adira from Stargate, so three altogether. I think that's a record for my smallest Harem in a story. For those that don't like Pansy, well, I don't know what to tell you. As for people that don't like a story with a Female Draco, well, I'm not forcing you to read this. And for those that don't like Megalomaniac women with God-like powers...well, what the hell. Also Daronica is heavily influenced on Weiss Schnee from RWBY, just throwing that out there.

This Story is a three way crossover with Harry Potter, Stargate and The Dresden Files. One, because I like all them. There'll be no dimensional travel between them, since they're all together in this story.

Anyway later.