disclaimer; I own nothing but the idea for the fanfiction, cause otherwise this is what would have happened, or something much like it. Also, for the record, I am making no profit off of this.

warnings; OC-ness, sarcasm, and, uh, shonen ai (boy/boy), and future ratings up, possibly. And possibly so much more. *sniff* OH! And language, and an evil-ish!Harry... and and... and... Draco. And Ron. Oh, Ron.... x_x and poor, poor delusional Dumbledore...

to Sabaku no Sable (and to anyone else who was wondering) the bold/italic text between passages is two beings conversing, their roles, names, titles, and other factors are to be revealed later when the major plot decides to show its big furry ass. :) And if you hadn't noticed in the last chapter, they are both male! And supposedly brothers, but what type of brothers? As I do know several male friends who call each other brother when they aren't related so...

to other reviewers Thanks for reviewing, I wouldn't have the heart to continue anything if I didn't get feedback. It makes me happy. :) Hopefully everything is to your satisfaction,'cause otherwise you're out of luck. xD

a/n; You'll start to see how I feel about certain characters in this chapter, and learn bits and pieces of mini plots and conflicts to show.


How do we play our part?

"Bring back the friend."

What?

"We bring life back to the friend, and tell them what we want to prove."

What do we want to prove, again?

"Stop playing around, and help me bring life to the friend once more."

Fine.

-

The first thing Draco Malfoy added to his mental list of 'Things not to touch with a ten-foot(or longer)-pole around the Boy Who Lived' was not not to mention the fact that Harry was the Boy Who Lived, but mornings. To put it flatly, Harry was not a morning in any way shape or form. Unfortunately, Draco had to learn that the hard way.

"Wake up Harry! Or we'll be late to breakfast, and I'm hungry!" the blond whined slightly, whacking the darker haired boy with a pillow. The responsive was an unintelligent grumble that sounded live 'five more minutes...' Having none of that the blond continued to pester the smaller boy, and finally he got some results that he had not expected.

After being poked for the fiftieth time Harry growled out, "Stop fucking bothering me! You're so goddamn loud! Five more fucking minutes, fucker..."

The blond had paled when he thought Harry was actually calling him a fucker, but realized the boy was still half asleep, trying not to wake up. So he snickered, "Why Harry, I didn't know you wanted to be late on the first with no breakfast..." The reaction was instantaneous. Covers flying off, the unruly haired boy snapped awake and began muttering about 'insufferable bastards, mornings, bright light,' and 'coffee'.

Getting his clothes on, Harry began to look around for his school stuff, wondering where it was when Draco held out his bag, "Looking for this?" Glaring at the blond, he grabbed his outstretched bag and threw lazily over his shoulder as he made his way up to the common room. The two slid out of the common room just in time to follow the rest of the Slytherins to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Not a morning person, Harry?" another first year, Blaise Zabini asked slyly, gesturing towards the aforementioned person's angry expression.

"Obviously," was the only answer that was received, and no one dared to ask after a fourth year had gotten a few choice words snapped at her.

After eating however, the unruly haired boy seemed placated and answered questions people asked with his usual scathing indifference towards his fame. Slowly he had earned the Slytherins respect, since he had made a point that he didn't want fame because of some coincidence, but wanted to earn it like a normal human being had to. Just like the rest of his House had to live up to their parents' names, or expectations, or find ways not to be treated awfully by the other Houses.

And so, Harry Potter found himself treated well by all Slytherins, some of the older ones even insulting the Gryffindors who attempted to insult Harry. A few had attempted to befriend the boy, and one happened to be Ronald Weasley. The red haired boy had said ignorantly, "Sucks to be you mate, stuck with a House full of possible future Dark Lords, at least you have classes with other Houses." He had said this like it would be natural for the Boy Who Lived to hate Slytherins with a passion like Gryffindors.

Instead of letting someone else make a point Harry made one himself, "I don't give a damn about your godforsaken prejudices, now go talk to someone who actually thinks its important to think Slytherin is awful."

The redhead looked insulted, and slightly hurt that Harry was not talking to him and turned away to talk to Hermione Granger. To the Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses surprise, she turned away from the redhead.

When asked why she turned her head away saying, "I don't give a damn about your prejudices either. I'd rather get along with someone no matter where they belong. I've had enough of the prejudices amongst Muggles."

No one had a reply to that, and a Pansy Parkinson muttered, "I think me and that Granger girl will be having a grand time together." There was no sarcasm in her voice, but she returned to conversing with a fourth year.

-

Trouble?

"I have a feeling that the Weasley boy will be trouble."

Me too.

-

Ron Weasley had been hurt that the Golden Boy had not returned his feelings of hatred toward Slytherins, and he felt slightly annoyed that his fellow Gryffindor Hermione Granger had agreed with the boy. She'll soon see what I mean, he thought with a vengeance, hoping to have someone intelligent agree with him. And damn was that muggleborn smart, having listened to her in the common room he learned that she sounded like a know-it-all for a reason. She really did know a lot, more than Ron could ever hope to know.

But then, back to the present. He had been delighted to learn that his first class was Potions with Slytherins, that way he could sit next to Harry and sway the Golden Boy to his side. Then, Harry Potter will be all mine!

His happy little illusion was shattered briefly when he saw Harry sitting cheerfully next to Draco Malfoy. There was still time before class started so the redhead decided to set the dark haired boy straight once and for all. "Why the bloody hell are you sitting next to the biggest snake of them all? Everyone knows that all Slytherins are goddamn Death Eaters in training! So why are you," the freckled boy snarled, "Harry Potter dealing with You-Know-Who's future servants?"

Draco sneered at the redhead while Harry replied casually, as if discussing the weather, "I'm sitting next to Draco because he's my friend, Weasel, because he's not stupid. And I'm with the future Death Eaters as you call them, because I belong here. Now scram before I catch the stupidity, I heard it was contagious."

Ron had tried to reply, however he went to take a seat next to Seamus and Dean as the bell rang. Not because the bell rang though, it was because all the Slytherins, one Hermione Granger, and one nervous Neville were all glaring at him. Professor Snape had apparently been in the room at the same time, had earned a grudging respect for James Potter's son, since the boy seemed to take more after Lily than the father. He walked out of the shadows glaring menacingly at the Gryffindor students, "Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasely for insulting your fellow classmates and five points for taking away class time. Fifteen points to Slytherin, Mr. Potter for adequately defending yourself, and your House."

Ron groaned but stopped when he noticed Harry's happy expression at earning his House points. Secretly, the redhead was pleased that he had been the unintentional reason that had made Harry happy. Not really paying attention to Snape's instructions, he turned to stare with a strange look in his eyes over at Harry and that snake who were whispering about something.

Harry tried to ignore the redhead's stare, he really tried but... it was just so damn annoying! So while Draco was making sure Harry got the potion right, he pointed this out to Draco softly, "That Weasel won't stop staring, what do I do?"

"Smile at him, give him something else to think about," muttered Draco, noticing the stare as well. Harry sighed, then turned and flashed the redhead a confident smirk. The shocked look made Harry turn back to Draco grinning genuinely at his blond friend.

"Well, he's shocked that's for sure," he whispered back, blatantly ignoring the 'shut-the-fuck-up' glare from Snape, but didn't really care since he and Draco had finished the potion they had to make.

To say Ron was shocked, was an understatement, he nearly wet himself at the gorgeous smirk the Boy Who Lived had sent his way. I have a chance! He was too delighted that he hadn't noticed the fourth year that had been sent to get him until, "Weasely, the Headmaster wants to see you in his office, now." Snapping out of his daydream, the redhead left the classroom under Snape's glare, and made his way towards Dumbledore's office. Once there, the headmaster had let him in, and offered him a lemon drop which Ron hadn't refused.

"Now, Ronald, I believe you have noticed that Harry Potter has been placed in Slytherin..."

-

"I want to kill that old man."

Oh?

"I hate meddlers."

Then you'd have to kill yourself, and I, since we are meddling.

"...so?"

-

The first, really strange thing to happen that day was Harry becoming the Slytherin Quidditch team's Seeker. He hadn't intended for it to happen, but it just did. It had happened when the Gryffindor named Seamus had taken Goyle's family ring, and thrown it halfway across the training field and almost smashing into Professor McGonagall's window. On a spur of the moment reflex, Harry had taken to the air on his broom, and caught the ring before it shattered McGonagall's window. Strangely, Snape had been there as well, and knowing Slytherin needed a decent Seeker, had decided to 'punish' the unruly boy himself. Harry had been introduced to Slytherin's team captain, Flint, and taught the basics of Quidditch just in time for lunch.

"That's great Harry! Lucky you... you'll probably get your own broom now!" Draco had congratulated his friend at the table, where the other Slytherins did as well.

Ignoring the angry stares from the Gryffindor table, Harry joined in a little on the bragging rights that came with being on a House Quidditch team, but only until Transfiguration, which, alas, was with Gryffindor.

"I hate our luck!" Blaise groaned randomly as he left the Hall early with Harry and Draco, who nodded in agreement, "I mean really, how many classes are we going to have with Gryffindor? Sheesh! The only class I'm glad we have with Gryffindor is Herbology... I mean, that Neville kid sure isn't half bad. He already promised to help those of us who can't do anything with plants... Thank god for Herbology loving Longbottom!" He even added a little salute at the end, which made the blond snicker, and the darkhaired boy to roll his eyes.

"Yes! Yes! I can see how much in love you are in with Longbottom already, why don't you just go to him and be done with it?" Draco teased, giving Harry a wink at Blaise's mock horror.

"Now, now, he can't press his luck any farther... don't want to scare the poor kid!" Harry replied, as they walked into McGonagall's classroom, to find Ron already there. "Oh god, I do not want to talk to that redhead, Blaise, sit with us, so that way he can't." For good measure, he added the kicked puppy look, and was happy when Blaise agreed.

"Oh sure, Harry, I'd love to. I mean you could introduce me to him," Blaise replied in a mixed sarcasm tone, but as per previous conversation, his friends could easily tell he was kidding.

"You're a life saver!" the smaller boy cheered, and plopped down inbetween Blaise and Draco at a table that sat three people.

"He tries," Draco snorted, "And the Weasel looks pissed, do you have anything to do with that, Blaise?"

"Me? No way, wouldn't want to make his face as red as his hair, now would I?" Blaise returned innocently.

"Pansy's here! Look, she's talking with Granger, and Longbottom," Harry pointed out as the three just mentioned sat behind them.

"Hi Draco," Pansy greeted her eyes traveling over to Draco in a omigawd-he-is-mine way, "Harry, Blaise."

"So...? Why are two Gryffindors sitting with you Pansy?" the blond questioned, looking at the two briefly before looking back at the girl.

"Hermione and I get along so well, and she should have been in Ravenclaw and wishes she were, so I have no problem with her. 'Sides I'll have someone to talk with about, you-know, girl stuff my age. Neville isn't that bad, he knows Gryffindors are too... heroic for normal people, and he wishes he were in Hufflepuff instead. I quote, 'I would r-rather be f-f-friends with Pan-Pansy, tha-than Ro-Ron W--eas-l-ey.'"

Blaise and Draco shared a look, and muttered something along the lines of 'We will see', when the Professor came in shortly after the rest of the students.

All-in-all, Harry was having a grand first day so far.


a/n; So yeah, there was bit of a delay since its been cold, and the power has died. And I have exams for school. Ew. But the good news is that if I fail my Algebra 1 exam, I still have a B in that class. Hurray! xD

So just wait for the next thrilling installment....

Or not so thrilling, depending on your personality. xD

As an added thing, I'm going to try and convince my friend Carrie (aka Carebear) to write a fic with me... however random this turns out. And I know you are reading this Carrie! You cannot escape! I know where you live! DD So be on the lookout for that fic if I convince her.... xD

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