Chapter 3: Resolve (Edited : June 28th, 2015)

Harry rushed out of the great hall with no particular destination in mind. He kept walking until he reached the Castle's doors. Knowing that he hadn't gotten his schedule and had to return to the great hall sooner or later he settled with heading out towards the Black Lake. The wind picked up, making his hair messier than usual, as his locks fluttered over his forehead.

He settled down on the bank, gazing serenely at the beauty of Nature in front of him. He caught a glimpse of the Giant Squids tentacles grazing the water surface. His thoughts drifted along the direction of the Dark Lord, the trouble and threat he posed and the side effects he had been subjected to, owing to said Bastard not moving into the open. Though it was better this way, for if the Dark Lord moved into the open the disappearances and Chaos that prevailed during the first war would repeat. But it posed the serious threat of the Ministry being unprepared and more vulnerable than last time which implied that once Voldemort moved into the open, it would be almost effortless for him to overthrow the ministry.

Damn, why couldn't his life be normal, could it get any more Fucked up than this. Gritting his teeth in frustration he whipped out his wand and sent a Reducto towards the lake creating a small tidal wave. His eyes bulged to the size of a tennis ball as Water soaked his entire body including his freshly ironed robes. It took him a few seconds to get over the fact that his simple Reductor Curse had managed to create a small tidal wave. Wiping the water on his glasses with the back of his hands, he cast a quick drying Charm on his hair and clothes before plopping down once more at the edge of the bank deep in thought. He just couldn't fathom how his spell casting had out of the blue gained this much Power.

His Reducto's were barely able to disintegrate a medium-sized Rock at the end of last year, and he hadn't cast a spell since, well save for the Patronus which nearly had him expelled, then how could his spell work have increased so dramatically over a period of two months with no effort? He sighed, feeling distressed about not having answers to too many of his questions. He would've gone to the Headmaster had they been on speaking terms, but ….

"Harry" He whipped his head around to find Hermione staring at him with concerned eyes. She was looking at him with that tender look in her eyes, as though he were a fragile thing and would break should she stare hard enough. It only served to add to his already mounting frustration.

"Oh .. Hey Hermione" he replied picking himself up from the ground without meeting her eyes, keeping his tone as controlled as possible.

"Your schedule" she said handing over a Parchment. A quick glance blesses him with the absence of Potions, for the day. A good start, Double Transfiguration followed by an hour of History of Magic before lunch and Double Charms and Divination in the afternoon. He shared Potions, Charms and Herbology with the Hufflepuffs, Divination and History of Magic with the Ravenclaws which left DADA, Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins.

'Not bad' he thought, a small smile gracing his lips at the thought of NOT having Potions with the Slytherins for the first time in four years. So he had to simply deal with Snape, only Snape, which wouldn't be much of a problem if he carried out his plan of inserting a bit more effort into memorizing.

He heard Hermione let out a relieved sigh before motioning him towards the castle. No words were exchanged until they reached the Transfiguration classroom and Harry was inwardly relieved that Hermione chosen to not comfort him. She had somehow magically contracted the idea that he was drowning in depression, soon after his fallout with Ron, and had been on his case, night and day to get him to talk.

The classroom was devoid of any of the loudmouth Slytherins and of his fellow Gryffindor's. Taking a seat towards the back of the classroom he motioned Hermione towards his adjacent seat, for he couldn't think of any bloke who would be willing to sit next to him. He pulled out his fifteen inch essay on the increment of Transfigured objects and its effectiveness from his backpack and began going through it, looking for any errors. He caught Hermione's raised eyebrow out of the corner of his eye, though she chose to not comment. His bushy haired friend feigned obliviousness and pulled out her own essay, mirroring his actions though he could tell that she was surprised by his actions.

A few minutes later the sound of quiet footsteps and low chuckles caught Harry's attention. His eyes strayed away from the parchment in his hands to find Greengrass and Davis enter the classroom. Seeing no threat his gaze dropped back to essay, though he could sense the girl's eyes roam over his features and then Hermione's, though his bushy haired friend was too preoccupied to notice.

Their conversation dropped several notes as they moved towards the front of the classroom. Whipping out his wand he cast a few privacy charms around himself and Hermione, gaining the attention of his female friend. She shot him a questioning look but he simply jerked his head towards the Slytherins. Her answer was a frown which softened a bit in what appeared to be recognition.

"Are those two your competition Hermione?" His bushy haired friend scowled

"You could say that. Greengrass always seems to be able to do better than me in both Potions and Arithmacy. Her friend Davies is better than both of us at Runes, and I outclass them in the rest of the subjects thanks to the theory part which they are not so good at. But otherwise, yes, they are my competitors" Hermione said with a scowl. Harry shot her an amused look. His friend was pretty intense when it came to being at the top of the class.

"Do you know them personally?" he said exasperated, "Are they like Malfoy?"

"Well, to be honest, I don't have a clue" she replied, "But, they are better than most Slytherins and I have rarely seen them integrate with Malfoy, not to mention that they haven't insulted me even once in the last four years"

Harry failed to hide his surprise, 'A Slytherin who hadn't insulted his Muggle-Born friend even once, now that was something new', "I didn't know that such Snakes existed" he exclaimed.

Hermione nodded, though she did shoot him a disapproving look at the mention of the word 'Snake'. "And I have a hunch that they don't like Malfoy that much" she said uncertainly.

Harry scoffed, 'Who does like Malfoy?' he thought.

"How come?" he asked.

"Well, I was in the library the other day and they were like teasing him a lot. No wait, I know that Teasing isn't the same as Detesting, but you should've have heard the disgust that was laced in their tone. It was almost like hearing one of Ron's rants of Malfoy. I'm guessing that Draco is not that well liked in his house"

Hermione's lips curled a bit, "Why the sudden interest Harry? You wouldn't happen to fancy one of them do you? I hear that Potter men have a thing for red-heads" she asked testily gesturing towards Davis who had her back turned to them, holding a hushed conversation with her friend like them.

Harry shot her an incredulous look, "No. I kind of like, shared a carriage with those two yesterday, and you know, I was surprised by the lack of insults. Also, I think it's time you stopped listening to Sirius" he said the last part with a frown. Sirius had been pushing him to ask Ginny out.

"Well, that maybe due to the fact that Tracey Davis is a Half-Blood. Her only friend is Greengrass and they kind of stick to each other. I would call them outcasts, but, there are a lot like those two in Slytherin" she replied

"Oh, talk about Intra-House unity" he snorted.

"Actually Harry, it's not just them. Most of Slytherin House is sort of, scattered. I know of many 6th and 7th years such as McCourt, Zabini, Higgs, etc. Prefer to stay out of Malfoy's way. They tolerate him only for the sake of his father"

"Wait, isn't Blaise in our year" he asked

"Yeah, but I was referring to his sister Barbara Zabini"

He threw her a puzzled look, "And just how do you know all this?"

Hermione smiled sweetly, "Oh, I tend to keep my eyes and ears open, though Lavender and Parvati make it their daily business to keep me up to date on the school gossip before bed"

"And what was that bit about the other Slytherins tolerating Malfoy because of his father?"

"Harry, whether you recognize it or not, Lucius Malfoy, is an intimidating Political figure. From what I have heard, the Malfoy family is well off, and that's saying something as what I have heard does not include any illegal activities. Lucius Malfoy can make a person's life very difficult if he wished to. Furthermore, the return of V-Voldemort would have increased the panic and fear of those if any, who have stood up against him in the past-"

"What? How? Surely, no one believes that Voldemort is back, especially after Fudge's smear campaign against me" Harry interrupted.

"Oh Honestly Harry, Don't be so naïve. You didn't think that V-Voldemort would sit still right. He would have sent subtle messages through the shadows via Malfoy, inviting the other Pureblood families to join him or that's what I think he did during the last war"

Harry was furious, "Do you mean to tell me that all the Pureblood families know of Voldemorts return" he got out through gritted teeth.

"Well I suppose most in Slytherin and a few from the other houses would have gotten some sort of recruit invitation" she replied thoughtfully.

Forcefully clearing his mind of the thoughts on Voldemorts return, Harry returned to the other bit of information he had gotten from Hermione.

This particular information piqued his interest making him wonder and contemplate the life of such Slytherins. Being subjected to the wrath of your own housemates as well as the rest of the school, an issue he shared with those outcasts though it was more pronounced in his case. Up until now he had thought of all Slytherins to be the same, how naïve of him. Wasn't Peter Pettigrew a living proof that House at Hogwarts didn't matter one bit in the outside world.

How would his life have been, had he not met Ron and Malfoy on that fateful day. He was damn sure that he would be wearing robes of Green had it been the case. Would the schools views on Slytherins in general have changed due him being sorted into said house? Fat Chance, for they would have proclaimed him as the next Dark Lord let alone the problems he would be facing within that house of the snakes.

Feeling tempted to release a long suffering sigh; he switched his thoughts back to the Transfiguration essay which was easier said than done. The breakup with Ron prevailed over his mind as he couldn't figure out for the Love of Merlin as to why it bothered him so much. The bridge between them had been burnt the second his name arose from the thrice Damned Goblet of Fire. Their interactions after the first task had been that of acquaintances not mates.

He knew deep down that the only reason for Ron to approach after the First Task had been acceptance of the fact that no matter how hard he tried he would always been in the shadows of the Boy-Who-Lived. It was downright obvious that Ron had approached the Boy who had conquered a Dragon and not Harry Potter. When it became clear that staying with Harry Potter could only tarnish your reputation as becoming delusional he had cleared off like a ….

He ruthlessly crushed all thoughts about his former friend, if you could call him that. Being soaked up in his depression Harry failed to notice that the class had filled up for the officially first class of their fifth year.

Minerva McGonagall in all her glory stepped into the classroom, her non-nonsense persona fully active making all murmuring in the classroom cease as the young wizards paid rapt attention to her every movement.

What followed was long, dull and boring lecture that she was known to give all the O.W.L students at the beginning of every New Year, the purpose of which was to induce the importance of not taking these exams lightly, for its scores were indeed going to decide the field which every individual was going to uptake. Harry himself had no particular profession in mind since he had never given any thought on this particular topic since seeing his trust vault four years ago.

"I will not tolerate any more fooling around in this class. Should you want to take Transfiguration next year, I suggest that you manage to scrap at the least an 'Exceeds Expectations' in your O.W.L.S. Any student having a grade below that will not be permitted in my class next year" The strict professor looked glanced around the class making a few students squirm in their seats as her gaze swept past them.

"Now, Up until last year we spent the first two months reviewing the lesson of the previous year. However the syllabus takes sharp turn from fifth year on, making it impossible to make such revisions available. The shear amount of portions to be covered is only a little bit less than the syllabi of your previous two years combined. The first topic that we will be tackling is Conjuration, the basics and the advanced part of Conjuring simple items, such as Napkins, Socks, etc. Conjuration of more advanced objects and the modifications that may be inputted into such Conjurations will be seen further into the year" Here McGonagall's eyes took a glint that promised a tough year ahead.

"Unfortunately we are out of time, seeing as there is only ten more minutes. For today's Assignement, I want all of you to read up the first three Chapters on Conjuration and a 6 foot essay on the basic magic's and spell theory involved in Conjuration which should help you to get in sync with my class, without which, I dare say you will fail miserably. Now, Class Dismissed!" she barked out the last two words as the student body warily rose from their seats.

During Lunch, Harry chose to sit among his Quidditch teammates seeing as they treated him warmly, a sweet relief from the reproachful and unwelcome looks and gestures at some areas of the Gryffindor table. Angelina Johnson, who had been made Quidditch captain as expected, informed him that she would be holding the try-outs for all positions and that he would have to earn his spot once more though she complimented him saying that she had faith in his abilities.

The try-outs got the wheels turning in Harry's head as he reconsidered his place as a Seeker. Seeker's needed to be small, agile and lighter than a feather. He was 15 and had developed a decent amount of Muscle under his baggy clothes. Though the Dursleys had underfed him his Bone weight and newly attained height had made him adequately heavy.

Maybe he could have a shot at being a Chaser, as he particularly didn't care if he didn't make it to the team, as he could easily swap Quiddditch practise time for some serious training in preparation for Voldemort, seeing as a he had gut instinct that said Bastard would be after him. The Things that he had deemed insignificant during his past years at Hogwarts, suddenly seemed to have some or the other importance. The prime example was breakfast, which he had started to stuff himself with in an effort to bulk up his thin body, leaving out the fact that he was starting to feel hungry and seemed to eat a lot more than usual.

After Lunch, Harry and Hermione headed to Charms, hypothetically sticking to each other. Hermione refused to acknowledge Ron and said boy chose to do the same, though it didn't stop him from glaring daggers at Harry.

He greeted the jovial Charms professor as he entered the classroom, once again occupying the last seat. He couldn't quite place it, but he was feeling kind of wary or paranoid was more like it. Having his back turned to people suddenly didn't seem to sit with him all too well, especially after the blatant hostility of his peers. Damn, he should be worrying about Voldemort sticking his wand behind his back, not his bigoted, brain dead classmates.

The Charms professor began his own speech about the O.W.L.S making Harry's eyes droop in drowsiness.

Classes for the first day at Hogwarts ended at 4:30, as Harry wearily returned to the privacy of his dorm. He knew better than to use the common room, lest he avoid creating a scene with one of his supposed fellow Gryffindor's. Hermione had been his only companion throughout the day, though her constant rants and berating's was slowly getting in on his nerves.

Ignoring the pointed stares and whispering was one thing, but glares and looks of loathing were becoming increasingly annoying for him to ignore. He never expected the year to be pleasant, no, which would be naïve of him, but this, was a bit extreme. Were all Wizarding folk, walking around with little to no Brain Cells, because it certainly seemed that way.

How could they accuse him of murder? Shouldn't their common sense make them realize that, if he really were a murderer, then Fudge would have seen to it that he was rotting in Azkaban, let alone attend school like a free man. Then again, every action of his peers, made it clear that, Human logic was foreign to the Wizarding World.

He plopped down on his bed, drawing the curtains around him, relishing in the warmth of his bed. It felt good to be devoid of the scathing looks of his peers.

A few seconds later, Harry suddenly sat up straight. No. He couldn't relax. Not with Lord Moldy Shorts out there. His vows and promises of the night before flashed through his mind, making him pull out the Essays and Assignments that he was required to complete. One glance through them proved that, completing them would take time, precious time, which he was short of.

His mind began to race as he thought out various possibilities to buy some time. Divination and HoM, he didn't give a damn about, seeing as they weren't going to help him rid the world of a Megalo-Maniac who seemed hell-bent in making his life a living hell. He threw back the material for HoM and Divination back into his bag as he pulled out the notes for the classes of Charms and Transfiguration that he had attended.

The next hour was a blur as Harry reviewed and read every single detail he had taken notes on. As he finished the last of his Charm notes a warm feeling arose from his heart, the satisfaction of mastering something. He couldn't pinpoint what that 'something' was, but suffice to say, he felt elated and slightly lightheaded.

'Now for the Essays' he thought readying his quill and parchment. Harry stared at the blank parchment in front of him for a few seconds before mentally slapping himself. How could he expect to write an essay without the tiniest amount of research? And the one place he had access to, where he could find the required information was the Library. Placing the Parchment and quills back on his bed, he dashed out of his bed flinging the curtains out of his way.

Just before the entrance to the fifth year boy's dorm, he froze. A calculating look passes over the fifteen year old before he calmly walked towards his trunk and pulled out both, his Invisibility Cloak as well as the Marauders Map.

Seeing the hazard display of his notes and writing materials scattered on his bed, he pulled out his wand to pull the curtains together around his bed. For the sake of performing some magic, he whipped out a few privacy Charms around his bed. Not too complex but enough to hold out his dorm-mates, that is against minor hexes and curses.

He not-so-Solemnly Swore that he was up to no good, making the Marauders map burst with information on the locations of all the buzzing lives of Hogwarts Castle. With a small smile he threw his father's cloak over himself and felt the thrill of becoming Invisible.

Ten minutes later, the Library did not see an invisible Harry Potter, as said boy started walking along the Transfiguration section, looking for anything and everything to do with Conjuration. He picked three different type of books, which he narrowed down were the most accurate and apt books for him, of not for others.

The three books didn't narrow down the art of Cojuration to small artifacts and minor spells in general as needed for McGonagall's essay, but provided the facts and theories combined with the spells for conjuring each and almost everything. Two of the books he had picked, were on the explanations about the magical properties and theories of Conjuration, while the last one contained the real spells required for Conjuration.

He browsed the Charm section for reference to the prescribed Animation Charms essay and found a large book named, "Animate the World" by Charles McMasque which seemed to cover both the finer aspects of Casting as well as Spell work.

Balancing the Four large books in one hand, he looked around briefly before slipping off his Invisibility Cloak and stuffing it into his pocket. He silently made his way towards Madam Prince who seemed surprised that he was carrying three big books, that too at the start of the term. She masked her surprise quickly by schooling her features, as she signed the books to be taken out of the library with a small huff.

He was barely out of the library, when he threw his father's cloak over to become invisible to the eyes of the naïve students of Hogwarts. A good thing too, as he breathed a sigh of relief seeing as a moment later his bushy haired friend appeared around the corner, a small bundle of books clutched to her chest.

'Really Hermione' he thought as he stood by and watched her rush into the library as though it was one of her scheduled classes.

Shaking his head at his Bushy haired friend, Harry started walking in the direction of the Gryffindor tower, only to realize a few steps later, the tedious work of carrying four heavy books. Slapping himself mentally for forgetting that he was a Wizard he shrunk the books and slipped them into his pocket, whilst ensuring his invisibility.

'Now, for some serious studying' he thought as he took a few shortcuts to reach the Gryffindor tower. He glanced at his watch, noting with satisfaction that it was just 5:53 in the evening. He waited outside the Portrait of the Fat Lady not daring to enter, knowing that the common room would be full this time round and the portrait swinging open without anyone was bound to raise suspicion.

His patience was rewarded as a few minutes later, a 3rd year Gryffindor entered the Portrait giving him ample time to slip into the common room unnoticed.

As expected it was full to the brim, with chattering's and laughter. A few girl giggles erupted from a group of third year girls making Harry cover his ears in fake annoyance.

He waded towards the dorm rooms, fully intent on finishing both of his essays when a nearby conversation snatched his attention far away from studies.

" …. Potter … ya … Yes Chang …"

" … tomorrow … Anthony too …"

" … will … fun …."

'What about me and Cho?' Harry thought moving towards the source of sounds to find Ron, Dean, and Seamus huddled together playing a game Exploding Snap.

" … the Hufflepuff's are quite mad. I heard that even Professor Sprout was unhappy with Dumbledore about bringing him back" Seamus was saying.

"Really, I heard that the group of Hufflepuff's in our year are planning on an Ambush Prank of sorts. That's two out of four houses already" said Dean with a laugh.

"It's three on four factually, seeing as how Potter and the Snakes pick a fight each and every day. I mean really, one would think that Potter fancies Malfoy seeing as they can't seem to pass one day without at least one confrontation. And if that is how they flirt …" Ron was cut off by the snickering's from the other two boys.

Seamus suddenly masked his face, into one of an interrogator. "Well, what about you Ron, You, Potter and Granger were practically joined at the hips for four years straight and then suddenly you come to us claiming that Potter's gone barmy"

Ron looked embarrassed for a second before saying, "Ya know guys, that split between us was long time overdue. I knew he was not meant to be my mate the moment he entered his name in that tournament. It was the past three years of friendship that made me build a bridge between us after the first task, flimsy it may be though it got burnt to crisp after our last argument"

Seamus and Dean seemed to accept the explanation, their facial expressions now devoid of suspicion "Who do you reckon is up with Potter in Gryffindor?" Seamus asked throwing questioning glances at all the people in the common room.

"Well the Quidditch team seems friendly enough, though I haven't got a clue to anyone else" Ron said with a shrug.

"What's it matter anyways? That's enough Potty for one day. Now did you check out Romilda's new …" Dean cut in making the other two boys adopt Wolfish expressions.

Harry numbly registered his legs carrying him towards his dorm. He ripped apart the curtains and plopped down on his bed, a sense of Betrayal filling his body.

He wasn't surprised, no, he definitely wasn't. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Weasley made his move of supposedly proving himself. Worse still, was the fact that Ron knew the truth, Hell his parents were in Dumbledore's order doing their best to retard his rise to power.

He knew that Ron would be doing plenty of cheap things to earn the favor of his dorm and House mates, but it still surprised him that it came too soon. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't that unpredictable seeing as Ron regularly hung around with him and Hermione. Just like himself and Hermione, Ron did not have many friends, not even in Gryffindor. The three of them had struck together, never giving a second thought on what one would do without the other two.

He had held Hermione and Ron together, steadfast and past their bickering and disagreements. Ron and Hermione were the best examples of two Polar opposites and the two would never have gotten along without him, a fact that he would have never given a thought about, a few weeks ago.

'I guess it took losing one of them to acknowledge my importance' he thought sardonically. Contrary to what people might say, he had never considered himself to be extraordinary, just above average, that's all, in both studies as well as among other things.

During his introduction to the Wizarding world, he had felt ashamed and embarrassed of his status as the Boy-Who-Lived. He was by no means extraordinary, just Harry, that's who he was.

The people built their own opinions on him based, constructing a persona of how they wanted him to be, rather than allow him to be what he wished to be. He outright hated people like Skeeter who made it a point to dig into other people's lives, writing fabled gossip and blatant lies. What pissed him off more than such stories were the people who put their blind faith and belief in such articles, holding the Prophet sacred as though it were the Bible?

Logic was seemingly non-existent among the Wizarding Populace much to his chagrin. Away with the idiocy of the Wizarding community his thoughts fell back to Ron... No... Weasley. Double crossing, filthy glory-seeking scumbag, were the exact words Harry now felt were best to describe his 'Friend' of four years.

That Bastard knew that he didn't enter his name in the thrice damned Goblet, yet he conveniently used the incident to buy his way into Seamus and Dean's circle. No one practically knew of Crouch, except for a few of the staff, Dumbledore and the then Golden Trio, and of course the bumbling fool, Fudge.

The worst feeling that came along with the Red-heads Betrayal was unfortunately not anger, but Sadness and hurt. He pitied himself for not being able to feel anger, a necessary feeling among Humans, yet he felt sad and though he loath to admit it, Loneliness. The same feeling he remembered feeling while being locked up in his dark cupboard without a ray of light while he munched away on a rotten, dried piece of bread that stray dogs would pass up without so much as a sniff.

Sitting up with a grim look, he folded his legs and closed his eyes, slowly relaxing his body until his labored breathing became even. He let out a long suffering sigh before attempting to clear his damn mind of all thoughts and emotions.

He landed once more on a landscape that he had come to visit more than a few times during the last month. As instructed by the book given by Sirius, he began sorting through his memories, piling them into his own imaginative library which he had gone through Hell to create.

Only after sorting through his lifetime of memories which summed up to 15 years, up until now would he be able to form defenses and mental barriers, which comprised of the intermediate stage of Occlumency.

Sorting out your memories enabled him to check on his thoughts and ideas with relative ease and quickness. The main perk of doing so would be being able to detect the attack by a Legilimens, though he wouldn't be able to even push out the said invader let alone hold the attack out of his mind.

But, no matter, he was still making progress and he certainly could not expect to become a Master Occlumens overnight, even for the Boy-Who-Lived. He would be finished sorting through his memories in around three days after which he could begin the fun and more exciting work of constructing Barriers.

Opening his eyes, he glanced at his watch to find out that it was 6:45 in the evening. Cursing himself for the lack of Concentration, he pulled out the books he had borrowed from the Library and un-shrunk them diving into the book on Animation Charms, all other thoughts and events temporarily forgotten.

As the Boy-Who-Lived was living up to his steely resolve, the rest of the school was marred with confusion on said boys behavior. They had witnessed and observed throughout the day, how the once carefree and easy going boy had become hardened and more subdues with an odd gleam filling in his eyes. They supposed that he was finally repenting for his crimes, though they were not satisfied.

The Hufflepuff's wanted his blood for murdering their one student who had brought glory and fame to their supposed weak and peasant house. The Ravenclaws who had been rallied under Chang were out for his misery, for ruining Chang's life. The jealous witch had managed to bag one of the most desirable Wizards in Hogwarts, only to have him murdered by a fellow Champion, and said Champion was let off scot-free, while he should be rotting in Azkaban. She had gathered together some of her fan's, such as Anthony Golstein for support in justifying and punishing Potter's deeds.

The remaining Ravenclaws watched on in amusement knowing that the hatred that had filled the Hufflepuff's and their fellow mates was unreasonable. Their logic contradicted the rumor, as they had come to acknowledge it, of Potter murdering Diggory. They knew that even Dumbledore wouldn't be able to keep Potter out of prison should he have really committed murder, not with Amelia Bones as the head of the DMLE. They resolved that they would not interfere, unless and until of course their housemates came seeking for their involvement, in which case they would support them.

While the Slytherins under Malfoy hated Potter under principle, they knew that the Dark Lord was back, through their parent Death Eaters of course. The rest of Slytherin house, remained in the Shadows as usual, unmindful of Harry Potter and his cursed life.

The Gryffindor's were confused, to say the least. They didn't know what to expect of their famous Seeker and housemate. Most were angry at said Boy for sprouting lies about the return of You-Know-Who, but, really, who cares, as long as the boy caught the snitch in the next game.