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Harry walked into the Great Hall sometime in the middle of breakfast. Harry didn't really know what time it was. Hogwarts had been in session for almost a week, Aaron hadn't said any words to him other than 'disgrace', 'Slimy Slytherin', and 'Dad is going to disown you.', and his parents hadn't sent him a howler yet.

The last part was what was bothering Harry. And it showed on his face, also being caught by Draco. Swallowing the biscuit he was eating, the Malfoy heir asked, "Something wrong, Harry?"

Harry pushed his glasses up, and glanced at Draco. He let out a sigh, "I suppose so. James hasn't sent me a howler yet. I was expecting it yesterday, but it hasn't shown up. It's something that worries me."

"Eh? Why are you worried about that? Yes, he'll be angry, but that's because he's so diluted in the belief that Slytherins are the epitome of evil." Draco began munching on another biscuit.

"James is foolishly diluted, and will believe Aaron on almost anything. If my brother wants me caged up in my room, father will do so. His belief that Aaron is infallible and incorruptible runs deep. James and I never really got along to begin with. He hates me, I hate him. We're in a never-ending dance, just waiting to bite the other's head off." Screeches broke the sound of the Great Hall, and came to deliver mail. When Harry's eyes noticed a big barn owl flying his way with a red letter, Harry let out a sigh. "So it comes."

The owl landed in front of Harry, and stuck out its leg. Harry took the howler, but didn't open it just yet. Offering the owl some bacon, Harry sent the owl, Godric, off to deliver Aaron's mail. Godric and Harry were always closer than he and Aaron.

Draco pulled out his wand and offered, "I could cast a silencing charm. That way the rest of the Hall won't be able to hear it."

Harry shook his head. "Aaron is watching, no doubt wanting to tell James how I react." The chunky boy was watching Harry with malice glowing in his eyes. "He'd tell James about how you cast a silencing charm. James would think that I wouldn't want people to hear me chewed out by him. I won't give him any ground." Harry opened the Howler, watching as it rose up with cold green eyes.

James' voice broke through the noise of the Great Hall, "HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU SHAME THE HOUSE OF POTTER! BEING SORTED INTO SLYTHERIN OF ALL HOUSES! THOUGH I DO SUPPOSE IT SHOWS YOUR REAL COLORS! YOU ALWAYS WERE DARK, THIS JUST SOLIDIFIES IT! YOUR BROTHER WAS THE GOOD ONE OF THE TWO OF YOU AFTER ALL, WASN'T HE? By the way Aaron, fix your tie. There ya go. NOW, AS HEAD OF THE POTTER FAMILY, I PLACE YOU ON BLOOD PROBABTION! I WAS STILL GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO TURN BACK TO THE COLORS OF MIGHTY GRYFFINDOR, BUT THIS JUST PUT YOU CLOSE TO THE GUILLOTINE! TREAD LIGHTLY, FOR LIONS PREY ON SNAKES!"

The howler burst into flames, and Harry quirked an eyebrow. That wasn't nearly half as bad as he thought it would be. He had expected it to be longer, meaner, and a lot more degrading. Harry guessed that James didn't want to talk to him any longer than necessary.

Though, Harry assumed the degradation came about through the announcement he was on blood probation the entire Hogwarts student body. Many of the Light families would be avoiding him now. Anything dealing the possibility that a member may be cast out of the family meant that they were going 'Dark'.

Draco sneered as the howler burst into flames. "He placed you on blood probation? On what grounds?"

"All the Potters in history save one or two were all sorted into Gryffindor, to my knowledge. I think one went into Ravenclaw, but one went into Slytherin. The one that was sorted into Slytherin took his own life during his sixth year. Left his parents, my…4 or so great-grandparents a real guilt inducing message too." Harry sighed. "I can't contest it either. All the currently living Potters consider being sorted into Slytherin a family offense. The family magic will side with James. That's the reason I'm able to be put on blood probation. The family considers it an act of treason against the family."

Draco's sneer fell and a brief, worried expression crossed his face, before being quickly covered up. "Are you alright?"

Harry blinked, before serving himself some eggs. "Oh, I'm perfectly fine. Just remember what I said. All the living Potters consider Slytherin a family offense. All I have to do is find the Potter that killed himself and I can contest the probation. His ghost is somewhere in the world. The family magic will still recognize him once he takes claim."

"And just how do you think you'll find him, hm?"

"Oh, I'll think of something. Don't you worry Draco. After all, the dead aren't that hard to find."

"You scare me sometimes."

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Time had gone on, roughly another week to be precise, and notices of the upcoming flying lesson with Madam Hooch that Friday had been posted on the house billboards. Harry was beginning to get annoyed at how bouncy Draco was because of it.

"Can you believe it Harry! We're having a flying lesson! I fly all the time back home at the Manor. I still can't get over the fact that first years aren't allowed to join the Quidditch team. It's a load of rubbish, that rule. I bet that you and I can fly circles around those nobodies!" Draco didn't seem to be stopping. "I mean, who cares if it's with lousy Gryffindors, but we can ignore them! Maybe if we're lucky, Hooch will set up a mock Quidditch game!"

Harry sighed, and pocketed the book he had been reading in his bag. "Draco, there will be people who've never flown on a broom there. I highly doubt that Madam Hooch will set up a mock Quidditch match. Besides, who cares about it anyway?" Harry walked into Binns classroom. "Besides, the lesson isn't for another four days. I don't know what you're bouncing around for. So sit down, and get ready for another lecture about the goblin rebellions."

The Malfoy heir slid into a seat next to him. "How can you say that Harry? Quidditch is amazing! You're probably a natural, thanks to your father. But let's just call it natural given talent, hm? I can't wait till Friday…"

Luckily for Harry, Draco soon fell asleep behind his textbook as Binns droned on and on. Harry and only a few of the Ravenclaws were the only ones awake now. This left Harry to sneak out his necromancy book, and read up a bit more on exorcism.

Exorcism is an art that a necromancer MUST have under his belt before doing any type of soul binding or raising. It is a precautionary art that was created after the necromancer Ungolxias lost control of a spirit that he bound in the skeleton of a hydra. After destroying the hydra, which had done considerable damage to Ireland, he began attempts to banish spirits. After numerous and uncountable tries, he finally succeeded with the spirit of an undead goat. It is unknown what he did with the technique after words, other than spread it about among his other necromancers, but it is generally assumed that the art was continuously added on to until it became what it is today. A Dark art that is under the title of 'Light'.

The concept of exorcism is a remarkably easy one. Seeing as how necromancers bind the spirits that they raise or summon to the mortal plane or bind to a medium, it is understood that one must simply sever those bonds and force the spirit back into the realm of the dead. But while the concept is easy, the execution is more difficult.

Formerly unknown to necromancers, the bonds that they tie spirits with have floodgates that control the amount of magic going into the bonds in order to keep the spirit under control of the necromancer, and bound to the mortal plane or medium. When too little magic is being filtered through the floodgates, the spirit goes out of control of the necromancer, the floodgates burst open, and the spirit begins to let loose waves of magic that cause wreckage to the bonds, causing enough damage to them that give them free reign over their actions and keep them tied to wherever they are. This is the scenario that happened with Ungolxias and the hydra.

But, the way exorcism is done is through the use of flooding one of the gates with magic until the medium or the spirit sends out a pulse, whichever happens first. The pulse is the signature of the spirit or the medium. In cases when the spirit is just bound to the mortal plane, the spirit sends out the pulse. The exorcist must then redirect the pulse back towards the origin, at which upon contact shall forcefully cut the bonds and eject the spirit back into the realm of the dead.

The way to flood the gate is simple. When necromantic magic is accumulated in the eyes, magic becomes visible itself. Just focus on your eyes and the magic shall be inbound to that location. A gushing torrent of necromantic magic will then be able to be seen coming from the bond, and that is where the floodgate is located. Using your wand, channel your magic through the floodgate, the leaving magic will just bypass it, and channel more and more in until you override the amount of magic coming out of the floodgate, shutting it off. This will cause the pulse to appear. To redirect the pulse, any type of reflecting or shield charm will do. The spirit will then be ejected, and you must open the realm gate, then seal it off once the spirit is back in the realm of the dead. Do not try to summon the spirit again.

Also note that the amount of magic that filters through the floodgate to keep the spirit under control varies. It is not a constant.

Harry was jostled out of his reading when the bell rung. Quickly putting the book away, he shook Draco awake and the two started to run for transfiguration. Exorcism seemed to be very interesting, Harry thought. His magical sight, which he had thankfully managed to put under control because of the book he bought on magical abilities, could substitute for the necromantic sight.

He sat through McGonagall's class, pondering on what he should do. He'd need a target to practice on. But who? Harry highly doubted there would be any spirit within Hogwarts that would consent to exorcism practice.

He looked into the hallway, and saw Binns float past.

Blinking, Harry smirked in his mind. Who said he'd need their consent?

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The days passed, and Friday had approached at last. The Great Hall was bustling as usual, and breakfast was being served. The owls would be flying in to deliver the post at any moment, and Harry was sitting calmly at the Slytherin table eating. The screeching of owls pierced through the talking of the Great Hall, and letters, newpapers, and packages began landing in front of students. Harry had learned quickly that Ailis didn't like the screeching, so he let her explore the castle, under strict directions to never be seen.

Harry looked up from his Daily Prophet when he realized Draco wasn't sitting next to him. Turning to Blaise, he asked the boy where he had gone. The Zabini heir just pointed at the Gryffindor table, and Harry's eyes followed the finger to see Draco talking to Aaron, Ronald, and the boy who seemed to be the Longbottom heir. Neville, Harry believed his name was. Sighing, Harry turned to talk to Daphne.

"Have your days been as exciting as mine, Daphne?" Harry asked, propping his head up with his hand. "Binns is beginning to get on my nerves. Doesn't he realize there's more to history than just goblin rebellions?"

Daphne brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. "They've been boring, to be honest. Professor Flitwick's class is perhaps the most interesting, especially with when you talked down your brother about it."

"I thought it would be a good idea to be on more than just Sinistra's, Snape's, and Quirrel's good sides. McGonagall has a small undercurrent of Gryffindor favoritism." Harry shrugged. "Besides, did you know that Professor Flitwick was one of the most world-renowned duelers in his life? Completely decimated his opponents with Charms. Broke his opponent's back once with Wingardium Leviosa once."

Daphne's purple eyes lit with interest. "Oh really? I didn't know that. What do you think about the flying lesson for this afternoon?"

Letting a grimace show, Harry told her, "I'd much rather keep my feet on the ground, but I'm willing to bet that Draco will push me on the broom if I don't. He and Aaron would be great friends if life was only based on Quidditch. They both support the same team."

Daphne let out a small chuckle that only Harry was close enough to hear, and Harry found himself laughing along as well. The thought of Draco and Aaron being chummy was too much for either one of them. Their rivalry was becoming fast spreading among the first years. Harry let out a sigh again, though, and Daphne turned her attention to him again. "But if I know Aaron, he's also complaining about how first years can't play Quidditch, or bring a broom to Hogwarts. James will probably try and talking McGonagall into letting him play."

"Then you'd best get Professor Snape to contest it, shouldn't you? That way Potter may not get on the team." She let out another sigh. "I don't see why some people are so crazy about Quidditch. All you're doing is just flying on a broom either chasing or flying away from a ball. What's so great about it?"

"I don't know Daphne. I really don't."

Harry looked over at Draco as the boy slid back in his seat. Harry noticed him glaring at Aaron and Ronald, who were glaring right back. Quirking his eyebrow, Harry asked, "Did you have a pleasant chat?"

Draco grunted, and started moving food onto his plate. "Longbottom got a remembrall, and I was talking to him about it. Potter and Weasley accused me of picking on him because it made me feel 'stronger'."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Let me guess. Aaron began to act all high and mighty, as if he was the epitome of all that was right. Also saying that you could never beat the house of Gryffindor because Slytherins were weak, correct?"

With a nod, Draco began to mumble something that Harry couldn't hear.

"What did you say, Draco? You were mumbling."

Blushing slightly, Draco reiterated himself, speaking loud enough for Harry to hear. "I said that they were wrong and would prove it by challenging them to a wizard's duel. I sort of said you'd be my second."

Draco was a sensible person, and he knew that. That is why he promptly said, "But it wasn't a formal one! I said it would happen at midnight at the trophy room, but I was going to send Filch up there, telling him that they would be there! We're aren't actually going to duel!" Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw Harry put his wand away.

"Draco my friend, you'd best hope that to be the case. Hurry up. We've got classes." Harry said, before bidding Blaise and Daphne a farewell and that he would see them later no in the day.

But on his way to classes, Harry's mind was working. He really didn't want to get caught by Filch, or anyone for that matter. The man hated everyone he knew. But Harry knew that if he didn't show up, Aaron would have reason to slander his name, marking it as a coward. And he wouldn't let Harry live it down.

It angered Harry to know it, but he couldn't leave his brother to the horrors of Filch.

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"Draco, I understand you're very excited about the flying lesson, but please, contain yourself! I'm growing annoyed at your insufferable babbling about how great you think you fly! So please, shut up and be quiet! Madam Hooch will be here any second." Harry snapped at his blonde friend, who had the decency to blush. The Slytherins that were also with them began to laugh at how Draco was talked down.

"It's ok Draco, I know you can fly." Pansy said, grabbing Draco's arm.

Blaise shot him a pitying glance, along with most of the first years.

"It seems Harry has you whipped, doesn't Malfoy? I always knew the two of you were queer, from the moment you two started acting all chummy." teased Aaron, Ronald and the other Gryffindors behind him. "You ready to get shown up today, brother mine? We both know you've never touched a broom."

Harry pushed up his glasses and let out a sigh. "Dear brother, I find it amazingly hard to hold a conversation with you because of that fact. While you were outside falling off your broom because of easily fixed problems, I was increasing my intellect. Thus, your intelligence is that of a baboon's arse when compared to mine, and I can't speak arse." Harry turned his back to Aaron, and continued his dressing down of his brother. "I'm afraid that you may have suffered too many brain injuries at home. Would you like me to ask Madame Pomfrey to take a look at you and see if your brain is all right? But I fear for her diagnostic. It may explain why you stare at Ronald like he's a piece of meat, or why you can't even tie your own shoes."

Jaws dropped among both houses as they watched the brothers stare each other down. Aaron was seething, glaring at Harry with pure hate burning in his eyes. Harry stared back with cool indifference and total calmness.

An angry voice broke the groups apart. Hooch was walking across the field, a broom in her hand. "I don't know what you're standing around for, but get in line! Welcome to your first flying lesson." She watched as the first years went to their brooms. When each student was next to a broom, she continued on with the lesson.

In Harry's mind, this was getting incredibly boring. Though, he still paid attention. When she gave the direction to say 'Up', Harry complied, noting with satisfaction that his, Draco, and two more brooms flew straight into their waiting hand. He was slightly irritated when Aaron also had his.

"Now, mount your brooms. When I blow the whistle, you are to kick sharply off the ground, then quickly touch back down." she said, only to have Neville Longbottom's broom go a bit haywire and take the boy on a joyride, Harry noticed along with the rest of the class.

Watching in morbid fascination as the broom began to jerk, Neville fell to the ground, Madame Hooch rushing over to him. She said loud enough for the class to hear that he had a broken wrist, and that if she caught anyone on a broom, they would be out of Hogwarts before they could say Quidditch.

"Draco, what are you doing now?" Harry asked as the Malfoy picked something up.

"It would seem that the big oaf left his remembrall. How forgetful is he?" Draco said, tossing it up in the air. A few of the Slytherins laughed at his joke.

"Quit it Draco." yelled a Gryffindor girl at him. Harry recognized her as one of the Patil twins. "Give it here so I can give it back to him!"

"So quick to defend him, Patil. He your boyfriend or something? And I don't think I'll give it to you. Perhaps I'll leave it up a tree for him to find." Draco said, as he mounted his broom.

Aaron stepped forward haughtily. "Malfoy, give it up. Anyone of us Gryffindors could trounce you Slytherins in the air." A brief worried expression crossed Aaron's face as he said this.

Harry also noticed this, and took a quick look at Draco. The boy's eyes were shining. "Draco…" Harry muttered. "What are you planning?"

"In that case," Draco stepped back onto the ground. "I have a friendly proposition. A little flying match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Potter."

Harry watched Aaron smirk. "Against you, Malfoy? You wouldn't stand a chance."

"Oh, not against me." Draco held his hands up. "I mean against our Potter."

Harry nearly cursed Draco right then and there as the eyes fell on him.

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A/N: There it is. Chapter 4. Have a ball.