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Chapter ten

Zac walked up to the stood, and sat down. McGonagall placed the hat on his head, and Harry noticed that as soon as it touched the boy's scalp its expression changed for barely half a second, before it settled back to normal. Again the hat was on the boys head for nearly a minute, and McGonagall was just getting worried when the hat shouted out…

"Slytherin!"

"Surprise surprise," Harry heard Ron whisper down the table. "Like any Malfoy could ever get into a better house!" Harry was dimly aware of the glare Wesley was sending at Ron, but his attention was mainly focused on Zac making his way down the Slytherin table towards none other than Draco Malfoy.

After the hat's announcement Dumbledore had let the feast start, and the hall had quickly filled with excited chatter, as all the houses welcomed the new students. This didn't affect Harry as, although he now couldn't hear the conversation between the Malfoys, he could see their lips moving.

"Tell your father I thank him," Harry read Zac's lips.

"Of course. Is it nice to be back? Did you have any trouble getting in?"

"No trouble. I'll tell you all about it in a more private place, because at the moment we're being listened to…" Zac lifted up a finger and, to Harry's horror, pointed right at him. Once he had recovered his composure he nodded at the two smirking Malfoys' and returned to the conversation Dean and Seamus were having around him. They were just discussing who they thought would be on the Quiditch team this year when Dumbledore stood up.

"So Now that we are all fed and watered I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices." Dumbledore continued with his usual 'thou shalt not do this' speech, while Harry let his eyes wandr down the staff table. He saw Mad-eye and nodded at him, before coming to a halt on Severus Snape. To his surprise the man looked better than he'd ever seen him. It appeared he'd washed his hair, and his skin looked a more healthy colour.

As he was looking at his professor he realised that the man was looking back at him. Prepared to receive the scowl of the century he was even more surprised when the man actually smiled at him, before looking away and letting his mask return. Quickly Hatry checked that H Harry checked that no one else had noticed; for some reason he thought he'd better keep it a secret.

He was suddenly brought back to reality when everyone in the hall gasped, including some of the Slytherins. He heard someone near him shout "No Quidditch? But Sir…"

Harry turned back to Dumbledore, a confused look on his face. The old man continued speaking.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.

"You're JOKING!" Fred shouted out. The hall filled with giggles.

"I am not joking Mr Weasley." He proceeded to tell everyone what the triwizard Tournament was, thought Harry had read all about it in a book a while ago. He'd always thought it sounded like it's be fun to watch, though he couldn't understand why anyone would want to out themselves through that! Dumbledore was now telling everyone about the age restriction the government had placed on the tournament, meaning no one below sixth year could compete. Harry smiled at the indignant looks the twins were wearing, though when they caught him smiling at them they suddenly paled.

Dumbledore dismissed them all, and they followed the prefects up to the Gryffindor tower. Seamus and Dean were busy trying to pry as much personal information from Wesley as they could, so Harry spent the trip talking to Neville. Although Neville seemed to be a rather boring and sometimes stupid person to most, Harry had discovered that actually he was very clever in certain areas, and so quite enjoyed spending time with the boy. Neville too seemed to understand Harry better than most people, especially his need to feel normal; Harry thought this was because Neville had always been pitied too for what happened to his parents.

They had reached the tower, and Harry was just about to go to his room when professor McGonagall entered the tower and called "Will all forth year boys stay down here, everyone else to their rooms!"

Sighing Harry stood in a semi-circle before the professor, expecting to be told off for something already.

"Unfortunately there is a problem with the rooms. It's highly uncommon to have more than five people in one dorm room, so there just isn't enough space. This means that one, or two of you will have to move into a new room with Wesley."

Ron scowled. "I'm not moving"

"Seamus shrugged. "I'll go wherever Dean goes."

Harry pondered for a split second. Wesley obviously knew the Malfoys, so maybe he could tell him what's going on, and if his surname was black... He'd made up his mind "I'll go miss"

He chanced a glance at Wesley and saw a small smirk flit across his face. McGonagall frowned. Up until this year Potter and Weasley had been inseparable, but now…

"Very well. Potter, fetch your stuff from you room and meet me back down here. Black, stay here."

Harry ran up the stairs to fetch his stuff. With a wave of his wand his trunk was packed, and five minutes later he had everything in the common room. The other boys had all left, meaning the three of them were alone.

"I didn't mention this before, but the tower is full now, so your new rooms are…well just follow me." She looked slightly apologetic, and Harry wondered where on earth his new rooms were! She led them out of the Gryffindor tower, and down the stairs. Suddenly she stopped by a statue. It was of a young girl, maybe fifteen, with long wavy hair. She had a kind face, but sharp, sad eyes, and even though she was smiling Harry thought he could see sadness in them. He was just marvelling at why he'd never noticed her before, after all he'd walked this way countless times on his way to potions, when suddenly she spoke.

"Password?"

"Vita Est Malum." The statue sprung aside, and behind her a door swung open. "I'm sorry about the password. The last people who used this room were Slytherins, and she won't change the password…anyway your stuff should be by your bed Wesley, and you've got yours. Call me if you need anything." She shot a quick glance at Harry, before leaving.

They stood there for a few seconds, before Harry spoke. "Sooo, where are the beds?" He looked around the room, but all he could see was a fireplace, bookcase, and some comfy looking arm chairs. Then he noticed another well hidden door on the right. He walked over to it and pushed it open, whistling at the sight which met him. There was a huge room inside, with two giant beds, big enough for three people to fit in. The walls were decorated in silver and green, and there was a plush black carpet. "Slytherins? Really? I'd never have guessed!"

Wesley snorted. "Which bed d'you want?" He had an American accent, something Harry hadn't picked up on before.

"Umm, I don't really mind. How about I have this one?" He pointed to the one on the left of the room.

"Sure. Well now that that's sorted I'm Wes. Nice to meet you."

"Oh right, I'm Harry." They shook hands. "So, your name, Black, is that an old family name?"

"I don't really know. My father was a wizard, but I don't really know about his parents. I don't think they were. Why?"

"Well, it's just that my uncle's a black. In Britain it's an old family, like the Malfoys." He watched the boys reactions very carefully, and couldn't see much of a reaction to this news. He went over to his bed, and started unpacking his things. After a few seconds Wes did the same.

His bed was a wooden frames, with a thick rim around the outside. It had posts and curtains like his old bed, and next to it was a wooden table for him to put his things on. Also there was a giant wooden wardrobe so he hung his robes up, and felt slightly ashamed as his clothes took up about a fifth of the space: he would have to go shopping.

Next he checked out the bathroom which led off from the bedroom. Again it was bigger than he was expecting. It had a lovely bath tub, as well as a shower cubical. The tiles around the room were all blue or green, and made the light of the room reflect beautifully.

He left the bathroom, and noticed Wes had moved back into the common room. He followed him, and found him reading the spines of the books.

"Anything interesting?"

"Yes as a matter of fact. Here's a book on animagus, and here's another on portkeys. Here, read this book, it's about advanced shield magic." He chucked a book at Harry, who expertly caught it, and gaped.

"How do you know what this book's about? It's written in Parceltongue!"

Wes froze, straightened and smirked at Harry. "Of course. Your point being?" Harry couldn't reply. He was surprised, but not worried. Subconsiously it was as if he already knew that Wes was a Parcelmouth, but how could he have known?! Things were getting weird around him…again.

After a couple of minutes they were both back to normal.

"Hey Harry, would you mind if I had some friends over tonight?"

"Umm, of course not. Who were you thinking of?" Though Harry already knew he was talking about the Malfoys.

"Draco and Zac, if that's OK with you." Harry nodded. "Great, I'll tell them." He stood up and walked into the bedroom. He returned a minute later with a journal, which he started writing in. When he finished writing he just sat there waiting, staring at what he'd written, before closing the journal and putting it back in the room. Harry stared at him with raised eyebrows when he said they were on their way, and when he opened the door and they were standing there he almost jumped out of his skin.

The two Slytherins walked casually in, smirking at the stunned look on Harry's face. While they said hello to Wes, he had time to look them over. Draco looked as cute as always, though he'd never a) tell the boy that, and b) describe a Slytherin as cute out loud. The new boy, Zac, however was amazing. He had deep blue eyes, though Harry could have sworn they weren't that light earlier: they looked almost grey. He still had spiky black hair, though it seemed slightly darker than earlier, but still incredibly sexy.

Once they had finished their greetings with Wes, they moved onto Harry. Draco actually smiled at him, and Harry was shocked at how well the smile suited his face; he couldn't imagine him not smiling. Zac walked towards him, a smirk firmly set on his face, though beneath it there was a mixture of emotions. At first Harry assumed it was him fighting his distaste at being in a room with a Gryffindor, but then he realised it was almost a look of hurt. The boy kept walking till he was about 30 centimetres from Harry, where he simply stopped at stared at him. Harry felt ever so slightly uncomfortable, until a few seconds later when he felt completely uncomfortable, so sidestepped the Malfoy, and moved to sit down, occasionally casting wary glances at him.

"So, how are you liking Hogwarts Wes?" Draco was attempting to brake the awkward silence.

"Oh, it's great. That ceiling was kinda impressive wasn't it? And I love these rooms! So glad I didn't have to spend all my time with those bloody Gryffindors, no offence Harry!" He grinned at him.

"None taken. To be frank I'm pretty glad I'm out of there too!"

"What was with Weasley and Granger at dinner? They were sending you some pretty impressive glares." Draco flopped down on a sofa next to Wes, and Zac sat down in the other chair.

"That's what they've been like for weeks. Maybe they found something out…" He drifted off while pondering all the possible things they could have discovered. Just then there wad a knock on the door. Harry got up to answer it. He opened the door, and very nearly slammed it shut again.

"Professor Snape." Shit, school hadn't even started and he was gonna get caught with Slytherins in his dorm room, something he was sure was against the rules.

"Hello Mr Potter. Mind if I come in?" Harry tried very hard but he couldn't detect any sarcasm or insult in that sentence, so he stood aside and motioned the man in. Still pondering whether he had missed anything in that statement he followed the man over and sat back down in his chair, Snape taking another plush armchair.

"So boys, how're you settling in?"

"Fine Sev," Draco replied first, and Harry realised just how close the two were when he heard the affection the nickname was said with.

"And you Zac?"

He grinned. "Fantastic! Though I wouldn't mind if my room was as nice as this, because my room mate's a vain sod."

"Hey! Take that back!" Draco was now scowling at Zac, indignity clearly shown on his face. Everyone chuckled at him, including Harry who was starting to relax.

"Are you OK Mr Potter?" Snape had turned to him, and his face once again seemed happy.

"I-I'm fine. Please, call me Harry." He thought it was only polite as his professor had referred to everyone by their first names.

"Very well, but only if you call me Severus outside of lessons. Now Zac, Draco, you'd better get back to your rooms before anyone notices you're gone. Good night boys." And with that he ushered the two Slytherins out, following them close behind.

Wes chucked to himself. "Good night Harry.

"Night." They went to bed, each setting an alarm for the morning. "This is going to be interesting" Harry thought, before drifting into a night full of strange dreams.

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