Hey guys i know its been a while... I'm not even sure what I'm doing with this story anymore so ideas would be much welcomed.. seriously..

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The next few weeks passed smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary happening. Harry found himself able to keep far ahead of any other students in his year and was finishing the work much faster than it was assigned. He often helped his friends with their assignments when they didn't know what to do. The only one he didn't have to help often was Jason. Suprisingly, the scrawny child was incredibly smart and spent all his spare time in the library studying. Since he spent so much time in the library, Jason had managed to strike up a small friendship with one of the Griffindors, Hermione Granger. Granger was a mudblood and caused the rest of the Slytherins to be disgruntled with him but Jason didn't care and continued to remain friends with her. Because of this, Harry admired him. He possessed a strength of character than one wouldn't expect from someone so small and weak looking.

Harry filled his spare time with things he missed from his life with the fae, things like painting, or playing the flute. He always did these things in private and used the time to reminisce and think. On the weekends he resorted back to the clothes he had worn as he grew up – leather boots and natural clothes – and would explore the most secluded parts of Hogwarts grounds. Asrai, his familiar, would always accompany him on these trips. She wasn't allowed to come to class with him and had to stay in his dorm all the time so she welcomed the fresh air hugely and would jump at the chance to get out.

Harry actually debated whether or not to request that she be allowed to roam the forest like many of the other magical creatures. He supposed he would have to go to Dumbledore for that however and at the moment he didn't want to be anywhere near the old wizard. Several times at meals Harry had felt the headmasters eyes on him and it irritated him to no end. Harry could tell Dumbledore was annoyed that he hadn't known about his… relocation… when he was four and how his ideals had changed. Dumbledore knew that Voldemort was actually dead and wanted Harry to defeat him, not join him.

There was no way however that Harry would join the light side. He wanted the muggles to suffer for what they had done; what they were still doing. During his time at Hogwarts, Harry had researched his kind relentlessly, trying to find out as much as he could. There wasn't much he didn't already as the Fae libraries had been far more vast on the subject of magical creatures that a wizard library ever could. Harry had almost given up when he finally came across a book in the muggle section of all places. The book had been written recently by some mudblood author doing a study of magical creatures and how they affect muggles. Most of it was complete rubbish and went on about how untamed magical creatures do nothing but slaughter the poor, unsuspecting muggles and how they should all be 'micro-chipped' or something. When he finally reached the section on Faeries, Harry's anger turned into a furnace of black flames. The passage was burned into his brain and only fueled his desire to make muggles suffer.

The Fae, or Faeries, are magical beings that look like normal human beings. The only way to define them as non-human are by their inhuman beauty. No creature is as beautiful a Faerie is. The Fae are an incredibly secluded race and don't often come out of hiding but when they do it is only on specific request by wizards or to massacre human dwellings. The Fae have extreme amounts of power and don't need a wand to channel it so they can easily cull the innocent muggles. Before the age of wizards, no being was powerful enough to stop these monsters and they would slaughter countless numbers. Eventually, the muggles discovered that the Faeries found sliver poisonous and were able to hunt them into near extinction. The remaining Fae delved deep into forests and hid their location from everyone, wizards included. Currently there is no record of how many of these creatures still survive today but for everyones sake, hopefully not many.

When researching the author, someone called Shelly Skeeter, Harry discovered that she had been killed shortly after publishing the book by person(s) unknown. She had just mysteriously disappeared on her way to work one day and was never heard of every again. There had been a brief search but it was obvious that no one was truly interested in finding the reportedly unpleasant witch.

The passage had made Harry almost as angry as he had been the morning he had left the hospital and found his families bodies. Incidentally, the book had disappeared just like it's author had – mysteriously and with no trace. The only evidence of it's existence was a small pile of ashes kicked under the book shelf mixed in with forgotten coins and mounds of dust.

"Harry! There you are."

Harry turned his head around to see a puffed Daphne making her way over. He had been laying on the grass sketching the lake and the merpeople that played across it's surface. Asrai was investigating the nearby plant life and bringing back specimens to show him occasionally.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" She exclaimed, sitting on the ground beside him without even asking if he wanted company. Obviously she expected a reaction and when she didn't receive one, she continued on hesitantly.

"It's Weasley, he was caught snooping around the forbidden floor with a couple of his Griffindor clown friends." She informed him, a wide smile on her face.

Daphne had taken a deep dislike for the red headed boy almost immediately. It seemed to Harry that she saw him as people who were not animal lovers saw their friends pets – as an annoyance that one could easily do without. Harry found himself strangely pleased that she had hunted him down to tell him this.

"Apparently he saw a massive three headed dog that was guarding something." She snorted. "The fool tried calming the dog by talking to it. His friends pulled him out of the way just before he got his head bitten off. Filch came round the corner just in time to see them close the door."

Harry gave her a small smile and returned to his drawing. "What punishment did they get?"

Daphne sighed and rolled onto her back to stare at the clouds. "I don't know." She pouted. "I heard all this from Theo, who heard it from Jason, who heard it from Granger."

"This is definitely interesting." Harry mused. "Why were they on the third floor to start out with?" And what was the dog guarding? He added silently.

"I don't know. Weasley has a pretty big ego, maybe he was trying to prove something to someone." Her eyes lit up suddenly. "Maybe the Weasel likes Granger!"

Daphne squealed and gave Harry a strange one-armed hug. "I can work with this!"

She bounded off towards the castle, leaving Harry wondering about the hug. The last person to hug him had been his Faerie family as they danced. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the feel of another body pressed against his, even if it was only for a moment. He quickly turned to another page in his drawing book and starting drawing. He started with the eyes, trying to capture them perfectly. They had to contain warmth and life, while still holding a capability to be cold and cruel. Then he moved on to the face. He drew the small nose and slight pattering of freckles, the stubborn chin and soft lips. Harry continued on drawing until he was finished and stared at the drawing with slight pride.

It was of Daphne. She wore a slight smirk and her eyes were just as he tried making them. Harry stared at if for a second longer before tearing it out and folding it into small pieces and placing it in his pocket. He had to control his emotions better than this. Romantic feelings didn't fit into his plan at the moment. Plus, he was only eleven. Harry had plenty of time to think about those things later on when they were both ready.

He smiled to himself and relaxed on the grass for a little bit longer, his eyes sliding shut almost against his will.


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