Harry lifted his mother's letter up, his eyes narrowed in the dim light. He truly missed electricity, as he sighed the candlelight flickered, brightening. A smirk worked it's way onto his face as he glanced at it with approval before looking back at the letter. His previous letter from his mother spoke only of her praise for his selection of house, the one after affirmed his selection in friends, this current one, however, started with pleasantries and worked into soldering. Temper not befitting of a noble, severe lacking of decorum, Harry was visually wilted as the words stood out to him from the page.

'What's wrong with you?' Harry lowered his letter only to see bright platinum blonde hair filling his vision. As if Draco hadn't spoken to him, Harry lifted his letter again. 'I don't think you're making a good decision with friends. The blood traitor and mudblood? I can show you who your true friends are.' Draco wisely kept his mouth shut about Blaise, seeing as that was the only person he deemed acceptable.

'How do you determine the true virtue of people?' Harry folded up his letter placing it in his bag, the scoldings of his mothers echoing in his mind, reminding him to be careful how he acted. 'I don't doubt you have the capability to choose the proper people to crowd with, I am unsure of how I fit into it, we are not on the same social tier.'

Draco went silent running through Harry's words before deciding that Harry was implying that he was below Draco, in which Harry meant the exact opposite. 'Keep my words in mind, before you lose all of the status you think you have.' Draco said as he stood up then left the library, no doubt looking to cause trouble.

'Obviously you know who the right people are.' Harry watched as the youngest Weasley boy dropped down into the sat opposite Harry, looking a touch uncomfortable. No doubt because Harry was indeed a Slytherin, but the whole boy-who-lived nonsense seemed to be enough to make the lion cub forget the house of the person he was talking to.

'Do I?' Harry was honestly surprised that Ron hadn't run in guns blazing.

'Of course! You would never side with those disgusting snakes! Zabini's obviously hanging off you so that he can taint your mind. It'd be much better if you were in Gryffindor rather than with those future dark wizards.' And there it was, the blatant prejudism that had made Harry unsure of communicating with him.

'It's funny there was quite a large amount of dark wizards in Gryffindor. Like Ethelred the Ever-Ready, Raczidian, and Merwyn the Malicious. In fact every Hogwarts house has contained at least one dark wizard. For you to call them future death eaters because of the last twenty years of people then you are severely ignorant. The world is in fact not black and white, that is the mindset of a child. The world is overcome by grey, Mr. Weasley. So, therefore, I take offense with how you accuse my friend Blaise of being an evil wizard.' Harry spouted off names that he hadn't known he had memorised of evil people that had, indeed, been in Gryffindor.

Ron went silent running through what Harry had said before going red, looking upset. 'Look at what they have done to you! You're already becoming confused! We need to get you away from them!'

'Pardon?' Harry's eyes widened in surprise as Ron started going on a tangent about how he was being corrupted by the snakes and how he didn't know what he was saying. He didn't understand why that had activated a passionate tirade from the young ginger in front of him.

'Don't worry, mate, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you don't get confused by those stupid snakes!' Ron looked like he was about to fist bump the air in his excitement. 'You can still be great! You just need to surround yourself with the right people.'

'Who are not the right people?' Harry rested his chin on his palm, watching with lidded eyes as Ron brightened, looking excited that the great Harry Potter was listening to him, when really, Harry Pendragon was indulging him. He found it quite interesting that despite not liking each other, both Ron and Draco were coming at him with the exact same pitch.

'Blaise Zabini, and that, that know it all, Granger.' Ron huffed as he crossed his arms. 'She always helps Neville with his homework but never spares a glance to the rest of us.'

'I don't suppose it's your temperament that has kept her from helping you. I have known Hermione for quite a while and she has seemed to help people who need it.' Harry didn't mention how she was, in fact, quite good at sounding derogatory and patronizing. It was something that the trio had determined to weed out of her. Well, Harry and Blaise had decided on, Neville just followed along still not self-assured enough to make his own plans. The duo were planted on fixing that as well. Sometimes it seemed more like Hermione and Neville were Harry and Blaises pet projects, but no doubt everything would work out and that feeling would leave. Eventually.

'Of course not, she's an annoying braggart that can't keep her stupid controlling thoughts to herself!'

'You're wrong.' Harry said as he stood up and ran his hand through his hair. He felt great injustice towards Hermione with what Ron was saying, but the fiery passion of loyalty wasn't what was guiding him. It was purely justice, his view of right and wrong. He believed it was wrong to be so harsh to someone who was still learning. However, Ron was also still learning, so Harry knew he shouldn't be too rude. But, of course, Harry was also young so he wasn't about to purposefully take the moral high road, especially not when he would be excused for any stupidity.

'I'm wrong?'

'Yes, Hermione is not who you think she is.' Harry tilted his head so he was looking at Ron, a lopsided grin curling at his lips. 'And the friends I have chosen are good, perhaps not as great as you would like, but they are all good people.'

'A know it all, a coward, and a slimy snake, I don't see the good in that.' Harry walked away, ignoring Ron's comment. He would get his just deserts if he kept acting the way he was, and who was Harry to stand in the way?

Morgana closed her eyes and breathed slowly, calming her nervousness. She had done the ceremony countless other times and every time she had failed. Her head fell down as if all muscles has been cut so her head was hanging limply. Her mouth opened slowly and she drew in a heavy breath as if she had just gotten over being ill, taking her first pure unhindered breath since becoming better. With the magic filled air she started chanting, the candles around her came to life with the power of the old magic surrounding her.

She could hear the whispers of what once was Lily Potter behind her, muttering about insanity and doing the same thing over and over. The Lily that was wandering the room was not a ghost, not in all senses of the word anyways. Ghosts were merely an imprint of a spirit on the world, much like the ashen imprints of people left over from the nuclear bombing in Japan. The basic form of the person was there, but it was not an exact likeness, there were things about the person that could never be gleaned from prying eyes. Lily, however, was essentially a complete being. The only thing the dead woman needed was a body, then she would be without a single aspect missing. Such was the power of the Old Religion, binding two souls together, without any thought to their feelings upon the matter.

A flare of annoyance welled up in Morgana's chest; she had been stuck all those years with Lily's love tethered to her own being, all of the reasoning of the Old Religions plans. Those plans where their only reasoning was rested upon bringing balance. But, she had gotten used to the impossible development, and the two had become something akin to sisters, both eager to help and care for Harry. Like all sisters there were moments when they didn't get along at all, and that was usually whenever Morgana strived to gain her magic back.

'This isn't going to work.' Lily's ghost, if she could be called that, said as she walked around the chalk diagram Morgana was kneeling in. 'When it is time, it will happen.'

Morgana's upper lip twitched in aggravation, the calming scent of fern wafted through the room, coming from her candles. She did not make an effort for any retorts to Lily, instead she continued speaking the chants for the ceremony.

'The old magic will return when it feels you have changed enough.' Lily had somehow become the spokesman for the Old Religion. Which never would have happened if she hadn't been so foolish. The only reason Lily had been connected to Morgana was because before she had died she had gone through an ancient ceremony of sacrifice, asking the old religion to save her child. And it had worked, the old religion was all about balance, a life for a life. And since she gave her life to fuel the spell, she then belonged to the old religion for it to do with her as it wished. What it wished was for her to be planted within Morgana in a strange bond.

The bond was very different when it first began, at first Morgana could feel the echoes of Lily's emotions for her son. As Morgana helped Harry and acted upon Lily's love she had started to remember what feelings of life, such as love, felt like. The more those pure feelings grew in her the more Lily became detached from her. After a year of being connected Morgana could hear her voice, after two she could see her form, by four years they would argue on the best way to punish Harry.

The ceremony ended almost too suddenly for Morgana's tastes, and not soon enough for Lily's. Sighing Morgana collected the candles and set them away in her cupboard.' You do not know everything you think you do.' Morgana said, then tilted her head from side to side, her neck always ached after that ritual.

'I know a lot.' Lily ran her fingers through her hair watching as Morgana cleaned up the chalk. 'You're still going to try and see if your magic is back?'

'Of course,' Morgana waved her hand in the air and whispered a spell she was well acquainted with, tsking when she had no response. 'Ah well,' her eyes glinted with confidence. 'Patience and I are no strangers, I'll get this remedied.' Lily's lips quirked into an amused smile as she nodded, as much as she didn't like Morgana's determination to rush things, she had to admire her persistence.

'It's impossible,' Harry said as he stared at the broom that was still firmly planted on the ground, not moving a tiny bit.

'Patience.' Blaise grinned, gripping his broom that came up the first time he called it.

'You're not the first one to tell me that.' Harry grimaced when he realised that even Neville had his broom in his hands. 'Up!' The broom just wiggled on the ground as if taunting him.

'Weird, brooms usually don't usually resist so much.' Harry pressed his lips together as Ron walked up to him. 'It must be the bad energy.' Ron glared at Blaise who just smiled back.

'Oh look, a wild Weasel, they don't come out of their holes often.' Blaise chirped as he leaned on his broom.

'Take that back you nasty snake!' Ron pointed his broom at Blaise as if it were a wand.

'Back down.' Harry commanded Ron, his annoyance being transferred to a new medium or rather the young Weasley.

'Yeah, Weasley,' Draco hissed as if the name itself were an insult, 'back down.' Harry stepped back as the two started stepping towards each other, eyes flaming with anger. He would let them duke it out and happily remain in the background.

'Is this going to happen every time they run into each other,' Neville questioned, a grimace firmly planted on his face.

'Don't doubt it.' Blaise tossed an orb in the air as if it were a tennis ball. Both Harry and Neville paused before narrowing their eyes at the young Italian. Instantly Neville was patting down his pockets before rolling his eyes.

'Really?' Neville looked completely and utterly amused as he realised that the remembrall was his and somehow Blaise had nicked it from his pockets. Really Hermione was the only one who disliked Blaises habits, the rest of the group just thought it was hilarious.

'What?' Blaise paused before looking at the remembrall. 'Aha, whoops?' With a shrug of his shoulders Blaise continued tossing it in the air, finding it more interesting than Draco and Ron fighting.

'We should be heading out.' Neville stuffed his hands in his pockets, scrunching up his nose as a group of Gryffindor's pushed by him. Hanging out with Harry and Blaise was really impacting his social life, the Gryffindor's were between believing that he thought he was good to hang with them, to thinking that he was a dark wizard in training. Neville a dark wizard? They seemed oblivious to just how ludicrous that sounded.

'Yeah,' Harry said. With a resigned sigh he reached down and grabbed the shaft of the school broom. When the teacher hadn't been looking during the lesson he had snatched it up and then continued with the lesson doing perfectly fine once he got on. He had placed it down on the ground and tried again shortly after class had ended, with no result. If anything he should have raised it first. Clearly he wasn't as skilled as he once presumed he was.

'So, do we go look for our bookworm?' Blaise ran his fingers through his hair, looking at the moving mass of red and green.

'Our b-bookworm?' Neville repeated after him. 'We can't just declare Hermione as ours.'

'It's not literal,' Blaise patted Neville's head reassuringly. 'It's more a term of endearment rather than anything.' Harry nodded and ran his fingers through his hair, his mother had always said such things as well.

'Blaise, the group of us are heading to the common room, are you…..coming?' Pansy acted as if she could not see Neville.

'Sure.' Blaise shrugged and started walking with Pansy.

'Pendragon, are you coming or not?' Pansy frowned at Harry, looking annoyed with his lack of movement.

'I...suppose,' Harry shook his head before smiling at Neville. 'See you tomorrow,' after Neville said his farewell Harry started following after the two of them, running to catch up. If Blaise was leaving, then he had good reason to follow.

'Are we finally talking about status?' Blaise asked, glancing at Draco who was prancing around as if he ruled the school.

'Yes.' Pansy sighed and looked at Harry. 'I dread to see who will take Draco's place.'

'I don't, glad everyone's finally come to their sense. Draco couldn't lead the group.'

'Since when was he a leader?' Harry frowned, his green eyes sharpening as he stared at Pansy.

'Slytherin always selects one representative for each year. The representative is essentially the leader and is crucial for in house politics. You met Flint? He's the sixth year representative, Bulstrode has an older brother, he's the fourth year representative. The seventh year representative is a girl by the name of Zoe Accrington, and so on.'

'And Draco was our representative?' Harry frowned looking disgusted.

'Yes, and now we're electing a new one.' Pansy hissed the password to the designated wall which moved aside for their entrance.

'Zoe Accrington is going to be holding the event, as she is the oldest representative.' Blaise led Harry to the corner of the common room beside the fireplace. The other four, Millicent Bulstrode, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey Davis were already seated on the couch, waiting for the last three.

'We're holding this event without the other three first years?' A tall girl with dark brown hair swept past Harry and Blaise, her hazel eyes were amused, but were glinting with authority as she claimed the most decorative chair.

'Yes, we are discluding Draco Malfoy because he has failed to withhold his position to the degree that is necessary of a representative.' Pansy took a seat to Zoe's left, essentially claiming herself as the next person of power aside from her. 'Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe are also being removed as their loyalties lie to their duty to support Draco. Any choices they make will be biased, therefore, they are not here.'

'Good.' Zoe smiled emotionlessly at Pansy before scanning the group. 'Now, Mr. Pendragon I'd be honoured if you sat beside me.' Ignoring the look of shock on Pansy's face she, guided Harry to sitting on her left, the place of power for the male. 'Who brought concern of Mr. Malfoy's abilities?'

'I did.' Tracey Davis inclined her head in Zoe's direction. 'We have barely started our school year but already out representative is being ridicule upon us. His name is a joke to the students, everyone knows his power stems from his father's money and not his own abilities. We need a representative that will make a name for us, and not bring laughter to our memory.'

'And who agrees?' Zoe asked as she folded her hands in her lap, watching the hatchlings with critical eyes. Instantaneously all six Slytherins made signs or agreement. 'Then we shall need a proxy until we can properly determine who will be the new representative. Tracey?'

'I am honoured you would consider me worthy enough to stand in for that position, I already had a candidate in mind.' Tracey smiled sweetly, looking pleased with how everything was turning out.

'Oh?' Zoe nodded, willing to hear her idea.

'As we all know our school was looking forwards to getting Harry Potter.' Tracey started, ignoring the uncomfortable looked that flashed across Harry's face and the knowing one on Zoe's. 'However, the Slytherin house got Harry Pendragon. He has already curried favour with some Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, as well shown his passion that is closely correlated to ambition. He will do well as a representative.'

'I agree.' Zoe nodded her head before scanning the group. 'All in favour?' Five Slytherins nodded, only Harry and Pansy did not respond. 'That is the majority, Mr. Pendragon is the new representative. Good luck,' Zoe smiled at him before walking away, being stopped by the other five representatives and a small group of her own age group who wanted to hear what happened.

'Look at that, you're practically a Lord,' Tracey chirped before standing up and walking away. Harry frowned in discomfort, certain he missed some hidden meaning what she said. There was also the uncomfortable feeling that came from the girl who treated him badly, suddenly giving him a position of power.

'Guess I'll have to teach you a new set of skills.' Blaise mused.

September went by smoothly for the quartet. They would spend their afternoons studying the library together, taking evenings for breaks and avoiding both Ron and Draco whenever they could. The two were getting more riled up as time went on, eager to get Harry on one of their sides. Both of them seemed to imagine that Harry could only pick a side if he picked one of them. Draco seemed to think that if he got Harry on his side then he could once again be the representative of their year. But he had completely lost it. Harry treated them the way he treated Quirrell, with indifference. But of course, trouble could not always be avoided, the groups indifference to the world was broken shortly after Neville went missing from one of their studying sessions, coming back later as a blubbering mess.

'Neville, calm down,' Harry sat down beside Neville and ran his fingers through the older boys hair, emulating what his Mother always did when he was upset. 'You're okay.'

'B-b-but, it was a-a-a dog!' Neville's hands shook as he tried to grab his knees, hoping that it would calm his jittery body.

'It's hardly a surprise that a dog is at the school, Neville.' Hermione rolled her eyes her tone just as pretentious as previously, 'Hagrid himself has a big dog.'

'Not one with three heads!' He snapped back, oblivious to the glares Harry and Blaise sent Hermione from her apathetic response.

'Like a hellhound?' Harry questioned as Blaise whispered to Hermione, lecturing her on the way to deal with people who are upset.

'I-I don't know! Ron made me go and-'

'He did what!' Blaise frowned, his eyebrows furrowing with anger, suddenly tuning in.

'I was with Dumbledore, and-and, Ron came in, and we were supposed to be friends. He said he wanted me t-to find out who Harry's mother was and tell him. T-then he said Gryffindors must stick together, a-and I know the views of Slytherins.'

'No!' Hermione shook her head look completely confused. 'I can't imagine Dumbledore would encourage a divide between houses, much less being prejudiced.'

'M-maybe I misunderstood,' Neville deflated, knowing that he had not actually heard wrong. Harry sighed heavily, Neville had the worst tendency to ignore his truths when a stronger person disagreed.

'A three headed dog?' Blaise questioned, easing the group off of the subject of Dumbledore's shaky actions. 'Where?'

'The third floor corridor, R-Ron, said it was defending something, a stone of F-Famel or something.'

'Famel?' Harry frowned, the name meant nothing to him and he could see everyone felt the same. The Quartet had no idea that it was really Flamel and they could care less, they were more incensed that Neville had been forced into a situation against his will.

'Maybe we should check the corridor, see for sure what it is.' Hermione was eager to see exactly what it was in the corridor, she had been dying of curiosity the whole time previously. 'Neville, you do not have to come if you don't want to.'

'N-no it's okay. I c-can't let you guys go alone.' His jaw lifted in confidence, despite his fear he would not let his friends go there without help.

'Alright, tomorrow night we will go to the third corridor,' Blaise said as he nodded his head, his words steeped with authority.

A/N: Thank you for follows, reviews and favourites! I apologize for any mistakes in my writing, I'm not the best at editing my own work...

Penny is wise: Thank you! And really? That's good, she should be coming in more :)

DZ2: Thank you! Yeah, I figured Morgana would never look after a child willingly. I figured she would do something to get back at them, but at the same time she promised they would never see her again so it would have to be crafty. I always loved Harry and Hermione's friendship, it'll definitely stick with them ^^ The Bloody Baron doesn't really know anything but he's clever and is close to figuring out that the real Morgana is taking care of Harry. he's mostly just reminiscing over the good old days.

Scarred Seeker: Oh, I'm definitely planning some major Ron bashing, I've never really liked him. Honestly I never saw him as a good fit for Harry and Hermione.

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