Double digits! Boooooo yeeeeeeah! So here is chapter 10, where we will be revisiting Mr. Oliver Wood of Gryffindor and Mr. Marcus Flint of my own house. ;) enjoy!

Harry POV

"Dray, I'll be fine!" I said, shoving my brother away from me. "I may be smaller than the rest of you, but I am capable of walking to the Slytherin dorms to get my charms book and then back up. I'm going to be late already; there is no reason for you to be late to!"

We had been back at school for two weeks, but everyone was still getting back into the swing of things. Currently, my Charms book was lying on my bed where I had left it after finishing the essay last night, but it was my Transfiguration book I had stuffed into my bag this morning.

"Harry, it's not safe for you to go by yourself, you know that, it's not safe for any of us, but especially not you-" protested Draco, glancing down the hall at the charms classroom where all of our friends had already disappeared into.

"Draco, I can take care of myself!" I snapped, glaring up at the blonde.

"But-"

"Harry, thank Merlin!" Pansy said as she skidded out of the Charms classroom. "I forgot my book and didn't want to go alone. Draco, go to class or you're going to get another detention for being late!" the girl scolded as she made her way to my side. "Common Harry, we have to hurry! Draco, tell Professor Flitwick where we are, yeah?"

Draco rubbed his temples before his shoulders slumped in defeat and he walked back into the classroom. Pansy grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards the dungeons.

"I don't know why I thought we had Transfiguration today." I complained as I sped up to walk next to her instead of be dragged behind her like a dog.

"You did to? What is wrong with us today?"

"Everything that's normally wrong with you, Slytherin." My heart dropped to my stomach and the jeer, and Pansy's hand tightened almost painfully around mine. Slowly we turned, standing as close to the corridor wall as we faced the two Hufflepuff boys who had been behind us. Hufflepuffs, that was a surprise, normally they left us alone.

"Shouldn't you be off with the rest of the second years?" Pansy said, her voice wavering a bit but not noticeably so to anyone who didn't know her.

"We're third years you stupid snakes!" one of them hissed. I felt my guts turning. Third year students knew significantly more spells then first years, even with what I head learned off my dad. If we didn't get a chance to run, we were going to end up in the hospital wing. One shared look with Pansy told me that she knew exactly what our situation was, same as me.

"What are you lot planning, wandering the halls during class?" the other boy said angrily, glaring at us as he took a threatening step towards us. I barely stopped myself from flinching back as I stared at the two with wide eyes.

"We just forgot our Charms books." I said quietly, wincing at how soft my voice was.

"Speak up!" snarled the one that was advancing on us. I did flinch back this time, much to my mortification. My hand was now clutching Pansy's as tightly as she was holding mine, and I was pretty sure that neither of us had any blood flow.

"We left our Charms books in our dorms." Pansy said, able to keep her voice loud enough to be heard. "What are you doing here? Classes just started."

"Why, mad that you got caught going to do whatever it was you were going to do?" the one who was still advancing obviously had far more of a grudge against Slytherins than his friend, who was hanging back but still glaring at us.

"Look, we are already late to class, we really just want to get our books and get back to Charms. Professor Flitwick will be expecting us back, we told him that we just needed to run down and get our books for the lesson." Pansy lied, keeping her chin up and looking steadily at the boys.

"I don't think so. Besides, it's not as if you know who we are in order to report us." The boy said, grinning while pulling his wand from his robe pocket. "Not that we would get in trouble for roughing up a few rule breaking snakes."

His companion walked up next to him, also pulling his wand out.

"What do you have to say for yourself? You might as well just tell us whatever it was that you were planning, because Flitwick wouldn't send you to go and get your book, those things are only used for homework. None of the Professors will be angry with us even if we curse you. So are you going to talk?"

"Professor Snape-" Pansy started, panicked by the sight of the wands she knew we couldn't protect ourselves from.

"Will never know this happened to his precious son and his son's little girlfriend." The boy cut in, raising his wand. "Adustio!"

"Protego!" the familiar shielding spell threw up a light blue wall in front of Pansy and I, who were now hugging each other close as the spell that looked like fire slammed into the shield before fizzling out.

Oliver Wood emerged from the shadows, where he had been coming around the corridor corner. To Pansy and my shock, the older Gryffindor stalked angrily over to the two Hufflepuff boys who looked just as surprised as Pansy and I.

"Just what do you think you are doing, shooting a spell like that at a couple of first years?" Wood demanded a furious expression on his face. "Come to think of it, where in Merlin's name did you even learn a spell like that? Do you know what it does?"

"It was in one of our history books, I thought it sounded funny when you said it out loud. Why?" asked the boy who had shot off the spell. The blue shielding spell was still pulsing in front of Pansy and I, and I allowed myself to relax a bit.

"Because if I hadn't been here to stop you, you would have killed those two first years! That spell would have burnt both of them so badly if it hit them from this close range that they would have been seriously disfigured if they managed to survive. Is that what you wanted to happened?" Spat Wood, his eyes wild as they shifted from one horrified boy to the other.

My grip on Pansy tightened, as did hers on me. Both of us were shaking uncontrollably, our eyes flicking nervously between the three boys that were separated from us by the blue shield.

"We didn't know." The boy would hadn't cast the spell whispered, looked at Pansy and I with absolutely no color in his face.

"You better not have." Wood hissed. "What are your names? I'll be reporting you to Professor Dumbledore. If you give me false names, I'll come after you myself."

"Clinton Presgraves and Cody Hemmer." The boy who shot the spell said instantly, not specifying who was who. Wood gave them a heated glare, then waved the off with his hand.

"Get out of my sight before I decide whatever Dumbledore will do isn't enough for the two of you to learn your lessons." The two boys dashed down the corridor and vanished, leaving Wood staring after them and Pansy and me staring at Wood.

The Irish Gryffindor turned back to us, the blue shield dissolving as he did so. By the time he was facing us the shield was gone, and the older boy was giving us an odd look.

"Well, it looks like Flint was right wasn't he? I apologize for not believing you lot." He muttered, obviously uncomfortable with the silence.

Pansy let go of me first, throwing herself at Wood. Her shoulders shook as she buried her face into the older Gryffindors robes, obviously sobbing although she made no sound. Wood looked down at her, his expression shocked, before he tentatively wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders.

My entire boy was shaking as Wood offered his other hand to me, and I grasped it, letting him pull me over to him, staying close to his side.

"Could…could you please take us to my father?" I whispered, looking at the floor, not very comfortable around Oliver Wood even if he was helping us at the moment.

"Of course lad."

Pansy and I were led down the silent halls, Pansy still crying and leaning into Oliver while I stood as close to him as I could be without touching him, his hand still tightly in my grasp. Part of me realized how childish we were acting, like scared five year olds, but I didn't care.

Oliver led us deeper and deeper into the dungeons before we finally reached my father's office, the portrait of Salazar Slytherin glaring down at Oliver. The Gryffindor swallowed hard before knocking firmly on the door, holding his head high.

"What do you-" Dad hadn't even opened the door fully when I flung myself at him, the tears I had been holding back spilling down my face. Dad caught me easily, having had to do so many times as my guardian.

Severus POV

As soon as I opened my portrait hole, a blur of black came flying at me, which I mentally deduced as Harry having been in this position many times previously. Reflexively I caught the boy, swinging him up so that one of my arms hooked behind his knees and the other caught him around the shoulders, pulling him up to my chest easily. Harry curled into me as soon as I had done so, hiding his face in my robes.

Looking up I found Oliver Wood, sixth year Gryffindor Perfect standing awkwardly in front of me, his arm around a shaking Pansy. My eyes narrowed, but I stepped backward into my chambers.

"You may as well come in Mr. Wood; it would seem you have a lot of explaining to do." I said sharply. The boy gave a sharp nod and led Pansy into my office, steering the girl to the couch and sitting her down before straightening up to look at me.

I ignored him, pacing the length of my office while reciting how to make the polyjuice potion out loud in my lecture tone. Within the first six steps, both first year Slytherins were fast asleep. Wood still stood in the same place, looking at me in confusion as I fell silent and laid Harry on the couch next to Pansy, casting a silencing spell over the two of them before taking a seat behind my desk. Gesturing to the chair in front of my desk, I raised an eyebrow at Wood. The Gryffindor scampered into the chair, looking at me warily.

"Now, why don't you explain to me why you have shown up with two of my Slytherin first years to my office in the middle of class? You're lucky Mr. Wood that this is my free hour, what would you have done had it not been?" I sneered, looking down my nose at the sixth year. Lowering my voice I added "One of which is my son. Answer carefully Mr. Wood; Mr. Flint told me all about what happened before the holidays."

"I have study hall this hour sir. I found two Hufflepuffs attempting to hex these two, though I am unsure as to why they were out in the halls, as I couldn't get a word out of them on the way down here. Only Harry spoke, and he just asked me to bring them to you, nothing else." Wood's voice didn't shake as he spoke, which I found fairly impressive, not that I would ever admit it out loud.

"Did you get names?" I demanded.

"Of course sir, I plan to have a meeting with Professor Dumbledore this evening about what happened. I'm also going to mention at this meeting that perhaps professor Binns should mention to his classes that spells from the history book should not be used on other students."

My blood nearly reached boiling point as I closed my eyes, forcing my emotions back under my control as my thoughts roared. Whatever spell had been used would have been either severely wounding or even fatal to my son and his friend if they had come from the history books, had the Gryffindor not shown up. And if I wasn't at this meeting with the Headmaster, it would be swept under the rug as 'boys will be boys' yet again. I couldn't allow that to happen.

"I'd be very interested to be a part of this meeting. Exactly when do you plan on taking this to the Headmaster?" I asked Wood slowly, folding my hands on my desk in front of me. All I needed was the time, because if I arrived in the Headmasters office for a meeting pertaining to two of my students I could hardly be asked to leave.

"I was going to go after dinner, could you walk me? I know that Professor Dumbledore just changed his office password, but he hasn't given it to the perfects yet. I was going to try to get it out of Professor McGonagall, but if you're going to attend the meeting anyway…" my respect for the Gryffindor grew, even though to my amusement he looked as pale as a ghost, his hands shaking slightly.

"The password is truffle. I'm afraid that I have something to attend to during dinner, but I will be at this meeting. Alert me if you decide to change the time, as I really do feel I need to be present at this gathering. My first years were directly affected, this concerns me."

"Dumbledore will surely call you up though; Professor McGonagall is called to our meetings with the Headmaster whenever a Gryffindor gets in trouble-"

"PROFESSOR SNAPE! PROFESSOR SNAPE! Draco just found me in the common room, Harry and Pansy left when Charms started to go get their text books, but they never came back, and Professor Flitwick wouldn't let Draco leave to go look for them! No one in Slytherin has seen them in the corridors, and-"

Marcus Flint froze in the doorway of my office, his eyes narrowing when he saw Oliver Wood sitting in front of me.

"Was it him? Did he do something? Did you already find them? I swear on my magic Wood if you did something to either of those first years I will end you." The boy growled, stalking towards my desk.

"Calm yourself Marcus." I said sharply. Marcus froze, still glaring at Wood. "Mr. Wood brought Mr. Potter and Miss. Parkinson to me after defending them in the corridors." I gestured with my hand to the couch, where Harry and Pansy had maneuvered in their sleep to be curled around each other. Marcus strode over to the two sleeping first years, his jaw tightening as he stopped the tear tracks on both small faces.

"You're positive that he wasn't involved sir?" Marcus demanded, his eyes meeting mine.

"I came down here didn't I?" Wood snapped. "Why would I come all the way down to Snape if it had been me?"

"I ask because I know of people who, if they just cursed two Gryffindors unconscious, would go straight to McGonagall with them claiming that they just found them in the corridor." Snarled Marcus, his hands tightening into fists as he came up to stand next to Wood in front of my desk. Obviously uncomfortable with Marcus having a height advantage while he was sitting, Wood stood up as well, looking between Marcus and I as the Slytherin boy turned back to me. "Professor?"

"Mr. Wood was not involved; the little ones just exhausted themselves. Thanks to Mr. Wood, they were not cursed at all." I said softly, knowing that Marcus was simply a word away from hexing the Gryffindor next to him into a bed at the hospital wing. As said Gryffindor had just protected my son I felt that it would be inappropriate to allow Marcus to curse him.

"Do I need to get them anything?" Marcus asked, his shoulders relaxing a bit. "And I assume the attackers have been properly taken care of."

"No, we are fine here Marcus. As for the two attackers, Headmaster Dumbledore and I have yet to discuss that. Now the two of you need to leave, or you will be late for dinner." Having had me as a teacher for nearly six full years, both boys saw the dismissal and moved towards the door. "Mr. Wood, I will see you after dinner."

Oliver Wood POV

"I bet you were shocked, weren't you?" sneered Flint, looking down at me sideways without turning his head towards me. I scowled, hating that he was two inches taller than I was.

"What are you talking about Flint?" I snapped, annoyed.

"When they started crying. I bet you were shocked."

I shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to admit that I had been. Flint snorted, rolling his eyes before looking at me, his eyes hard.

"That's a yes, you were. Merlin, you all are unbelievable. Just because Slytherins can hold themselves us and together most of the time no matter what is thrown at us, you all forget that our first years are only eleven, just like yours. Our second years are only twelve, just like yours. They still get scared, they still get upset by pointless things, but Slytherins hide it as to not be teased." His upper lip curled in disgust. "But they must not be, because Slytherins don't have souls, don't have feelings, everyone knows that."

"Okay Flint, I get it, you were right! The other houses are horrible to Slytherin, I get it now!" I growled. "You can shut up now, or do you want to say 'I told you so' as well?"

"It's not about being right Wood." Flint said coldly. My stomach twisted, as Flint's quiet biting voice was something I wasn't use to. Most of the time he was yelling at me, or we were hexing each other. "You wouldn't understand."

By now we had reached the great hall, and before I could respond Flint had thrown the doors open and stalked inside, taking a sharp turn to go to the Slytherin table. My eyes narrowed as I watched him go before I walked calmly to the Gryffindor table, greeting my friends with a grin.

What wouldn't I understand?

Was that too soon to involve Marcus and Oliver again? I dunno, I felt like this needed to be here…Meeting with Dumbleydore comes next! REVIEW AND I'LL WRITE FASTER INSTEAD OF READING MY AP PSYCH BOOK!