The next time Remus saw Harry, was when he entered the Great Hall for lunch. Much like when he was sorted, the entire hall went silent.

When he reached his table and sat down, Harry realized it had happened again, and turned to Theo. "What is everyone expecting me to do?"

Theo just looked at him, not quite sure how to reply.

It was Malfoy who answered, "Dark Magic."

Harry just sighed and went about eating his lunch. He and Nic had spent countless nights talking about this outcome, how people might look at him different. Harry had been under the delusion that because Durmstrang had participated in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, they wouldn't think he was anything but another wizard, but he was mistaken. They did have their ideas of him, and there was no turning away from it.

When the silence had yet to let up, Harry looked over to Dumbledore to see he was watching him. The old man gave him a pointed look, to which Harry just shook his head again. It would take more than silence and stares to break his patience.

The day continued much like lunch had, but with the added sentiments of hushed conversation.

By the time he had entered his Potions class the next day people were becoming brasher. It was as if they collectively decided to make a game of saying the worst types of things to try and get a rise from him. His silence had some of those students giving him second looks, and Harry wondered if they were trying to figure out if he was thinking of which ways to curse them.

Potions was one of the four classes he chose to attend, even though he had completed the course and got an O for his NEWT. The chance to learn under Professor Snape was something he didn't want to pass up.

The second he sat down, the aforementioned teacher had swooped into the room, and to the front of the class, with nothing less than his usual style.

Theo, who had taken the seat beside him, slowly leaned over to whisper to him, "Snape's a bit harsh with the Gryffindorbs, but he's cool with us."

Harry barely nodded, when Snape narrowed his eyes at him.

"Potter," Snape couldn't help but snarl, "Just what are you doing in my class? I was under the assumption you had already gotten your NEWT in this class, a benefit of being famous I'm sure."

Harry grinned, and as he went to reply, Snape stepped in, as if he had caught on to the game the students were playing.

"Just why are you grinning? Because I am right, or because you've got nothing going on behind that scar of yours."

The eyes that were previously watching Snape verbally beat down the supposed Dark Wizard, changed to him, and Harry couldn't help but let the smile on his face widen.

"Actually sir, I've added this to my course list, as you've been an idol for me. You being quite young when you became the Potions Master, has been a small inspiration of mine," Harry admitted, ignoring everyone's shocked looks.

If anything, Snape's glare intensified. "If you're so good at potions then, tell me, what ingredient do you add during the seventh step of the Wolfsbane Potion?"

Harry's smile finally faded, as he answered, "You don't add an ingredient Sir, you sit and watch until it starts to bubble."

"Shall I assume you know how to create Veritaserum?" Snape questioned.

Harry nodded.

"When do you add the last ingredient to the antidote, before or after sunset?"

"Before, but if the person under the effect has skill in Occlumency, the antidote just becomes another drink," Harry said, watching Snape. He was actually happy that the man was testing him so informally.

Snape's eyes narrowed as he asked,"What's the first ingredient to the Cure of Boils?"

The fact that the question came after such hard ones, made Harry laugh. "Perhaps you'd like to watch me prepare it?" When Snape gave no reply, Harry answered him. "Snake fangs, Sir."

"Twenty points," Snape said sharply, "to Slytherin for Mr. Potter's continuance of this class."

When class finally ended, Harry had made the perfect potion, and Snape had rewarded him ten more points.

It was in the hall, he heard Ron muttering to his two friends about how he was a dark wizard, and the only reason Snape was favoring him so heavily was because he was also a dark wizard.

Harry once again didn't rise up to the speculations, but Theo had seemed to have enough, "You better watch what you're saying Weasley, certain dark wizards might not take to keenly to hearing you talking so low."

Harry quickly turned to the boy who had been trying to become his friend and grabbed his shoulder roughly, dragging him into an unused classroom. "Just what do you think you're doing? Are you trying to put a target on yourself, or an even bigger one on me? Merlin's Balls, you're just as bad as them!"

Theo had been watching the new boy with wide eyes and he ranted and paced back and forth. He didn't know what to say or do, and when Harry finally calmed down and stopped in front of him, he couldn't help but take a step back.

"So what is it? You're just an idiot, or are their words clawing at your guilty mind?" Harry demanded, his eyes narrowed.

"What? Guilty mind? Idiot?" he rambled, his mind not willing to work with his mouth. "I just... You. Sorry?"

Harry took one last hard look at the boy before him, before he just shook his head and walked to the door. Theo could vaguely hear him muttering something about Durmstrang, before he completely disappeared from view.

It wasn't until later that Harry had made himself known in the common room. He had been up in the library checking out all the books that had information on the castle, and the fabled Chamber of Secrets. If there was one thing he wanted to do whilst here, it was find it.

"Hey, Potter!" Malfoy shouted, catching everyone's attention. "You think you can make yourself look good by telling us all you're from Durmstrang? I'll have you know my father checked, and there is no record of you attending. So where were you really? No place good I imagine if you have to lie about it."

Everyone saw Harry take a deep breath. Several in fact, as it appeared his patience was finally wearing thin. "I'm not a liar Malfoy, nor do I appreciate you calling me one."

"Then give us proof, if you really went to Durmstrang, show us something," Malfoy said, a knowing smirk on his pale face.

"Like what? Dark magic?" Harry actually laughed.

"When actual Durmstrang students came here during my fourth year they had staves, show us yours," Malfoy countered.

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Sorry, but that's at home in my bedroom, wasn't allowed to bring it," he answered.

"Because you didn't actually attend," Malfoy persisted. "Like I said, you're a liar."

Faster than anyone could catch, Harry had Malfoy in his grasp, and inches from his face. "Like I said, Malfoy, I don't appreciate being called a liar. Now, why don't you go owl your father, and have him owl my old headmaster, and see about a student with the name James Flamel."

It was just as quick that Harry made his way to their dorm room. He hadn't wanted to make a scene, but he just couldn't help it. The game of trying to make him snap was getting old quick, and none of the teachers seemed to want to do anything about it. It was making him actually miss the dark halls of Durmstrang, something he hadn't appreciated before.

All of these thoughts made their way onto his first letter home. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that Nic and Perenelle would know what to say. They always did.

A/N: I'm taking a two week break on this story. I'm sorry if that turns some of you away, but I have other things I need to sort out. Please don't forget to review. I'd love to hear what you're thinking, more than just the "love this." Until next time...