AN: I'd like to address all the people that commented on my grammer and spelling mistaked in the last chapter: I'm very sorry but my dad was recently put in hospital and I'm a bit stressed and Barkly getting enough sleep to be up at 6 in the morning everyday, so I should get pints for doing my best. Dannii

CHAPTER 11

After the final lesson of the day Hermione and I went back to our rooms to get ready for dinner which consisted in dropping of our bags, washing up a little and brushing our hair, we hurried through the hallways until we reached the great hall then we continued as normal.

I could tell by the exited whispers that everyone was talking about DADA and professor Julius.

Hermione babbled on about the amount of history and culture the professor had made us learn without making it boring and how she would write her essay.

Ron walked in and glared weakly at us but after this mornings 'problem' I highly doubted there would be anymore confrontations in the great hall.

Halfway through dinner an uncharistically shy Dean Thomas walked up to the Slytherin table, but then again his best friend Seamus Finnegan was now a ravenclaw, apparently he had started studying more and had recieved two Outstandings and was aiming for more.

Maybe he did stand a chance wikth Draco afterall?

"H-hermione?" he practically squeaked while most of the Slytherins were eying him carefully.

"uh will you still uh, that is tutor me in-in a History of m-magic?" he finally managed to get out, was Hermione blushing?
"of course Dean I'll have a note sent to you of my free time" he looked like Christmas had come early as he smiled happily and practically skipped back towards his table.

"you do know he has a crush on you right?" I whispered to her, she whirled around to me.

"don't be silly, of course he doesn't" even though she was still blushing.

Yeah right.

Blaise Zabini got up and sat down closer to me "professor Snape told us that the hat tried to put you in Slytherin in first year"

He looked appalled that I hadn't accepted the offer.

"yeah, I'd made friend's with Weasley a few hours before he said...things to discourage me from being in Slytherin."

He still looked slightly shocked as he replied "yeah, things would have been so different if you hadn't gone to Gryffindor"

I just nodded, the only good thing Gryffindor house had given me was my sister, Neville, Seamus and Dean.

After my brief talk with Blaise our relationships with the Slytherins steadily got better, not that they treated us bad in the first place just...like newcomers.

Ron kept on hassling us and was dealt quick comebacks in the form of stinging hexes and the like.

I declined an offer as team seeker on the quidditch team becuase I was too busy with keeping up with lessons, tutoring people in DADA and COMC, and my head boy duties, at least I didn't have to patrol the halls as much as the prefects.

Surprisingly I managed not to lose any points in potions or mess up too much.

Of course on my second day as a Slytherin the daily prophet had a few things to say, especially Rita Skeeter. A.K.A bug woman.

SHOCKING HOGWARTS RE-SORT!

Dear readers as most of you are aware the Hogwarts board of Governors decided to bring back the tradition of letting anyone above 4th year re-sort (after the 1st year sorting) yes this is interesting bu,t so what? You may be thinking but none other than our own HARRY J. POTTER resorted!

And no he wasn't re-sorted back into the Lions den, or the badgers burrow OR the Ravens nest but SLYTHERIN house!

Is Harry Potter going dark?, after all you-know-who was a Slytherin and so was the mayority of his death eaters, Slytherins are known to be ambitious maybe he will murder our dear minister to take his position?

Or the headmaster? We won't know until he strikes.

Hermione J. Granger was also sorted into the snake pit whcih was surprising apparently she was a perfect candidate for Ravenclaw, has Mr. Potter corrupted her already?

Rita Skeeter

I had just set the damn prophet on flames while the rest of Slytherin house had fun aiming incendios at the incoming howlers.

Finally it was the weekend of term, I'd survived my first week as a Slytherin and finally it was time for those of us who could now perform a patronus to meet with professor Julius a ministry official and our head of house to see if we had enough magical power to do the ritual it was Hufflepuffs first, then Gryffindors, then Ravenclaws and finally Slytherins.

My name was the first on the list since I had already know how to perform a patronus professor Snape and professor Julius were sitting next to each other and you could kind of tell they were related, professor Snape looked more relaxed than I'd ever seen him.

"Mr. Potter first you must perform your patronus for the minute required then we'll measure your magical potential" said professor Julius.

Quickly I muttered "expecto patronum" and my raven patronus leapt out of my wand and circled the room lazily a few times before landing on my outstreched arm, he was about as heavy as a feather, but I could feel him.

I watched the hour glass timer count down sixty seconds before letting go of the spell which took me little effort at all especially with all the practice I'd got this week helping others with the spell.

"very good Mr. Potter hold still" said the official, I still didn't know his name as he made some sort of ward around me and then levitated a bottle of the potion we'd made the week before over to me, checking the label I saw it was one of the ones Hermione and I had made, grinning I downed it in one.

It tasted weird like peaches and lemon mixed together.

Then some numbers began flashing in front of me before a large number 567 appeared the official looked like he wanted to faint the two Snapes just raise perfectly arched eyebrows at him in disgust.

Upon renembering professor Julius' words on how you only needed 350 to me able to perform the summoning ritual I took it as a good thing.

"Mr. Potter congratulations, in a few months once we have all the specifics laid out you may perform the summoning ritual for your patronus." Said the official recovering and jotting things down.

My professors just nodded to me as I high-tailed it out of there.

Unfortunatly for my already frazzled nerves our weekly meeting with professor Snape was thst night at 9:30.

Hermione and I had made a few notes on the things we needed to tell him.

Taking a deep breath I knocked on his office door, a harsh "it's open" sounded from inside, we stepped in and he turned from reading what looked to be a stack of essays and addressed us "ah head boy and girl, come in. Close the door miss Granger."

"so what so you have for me this week?" he did the arching the eyebrow thing which intimidated me to no end.

"we've outlined the important things to talk to you about so you won't have to endure our presence for long sir" I said as Hermione organized the parchments.

His other eyebrow went up and he turned to Hermione who had cleared her throat softly.

"well, Avery nearly started a fight with Anthony Goldstein outside of transfiguration but Pansy Parkinson managed to stop them coming to blows just as McGonagall walked around the corner."

Professor Snape made a note on a piece of parchment muttering under his breath "A first year Corey he, well he's either to proud or shy to ask but he needs help in a few subjucts, he's lost quite a few house points from his lack on knowledge in a few classes."

Snape scowled and continued scribbling and muttering

Hermione and I carried on telling him about the things which he probably wouldn't know, nearly fights, new rivalries amongst housemates, thne girl developing bulemia and so on. "and with Ron Weasley losing so many points trying to make Harry angry we're in a firm lead for house points" siad Hermione coming to the end of her notes.

"very well, you may leave" he said by this time he had a parchment full of his own notes and scribbles.

Hermione but her things away and left quickly, I'd already informed her that I would be talking to the professor after our meeting.

"yes Potter?" he asked once it was clear I wasn't following Hermione.

"um sir, even though I'm good in potions could I maybe take remedial classes...with you?" the last bit came out in some kind of squeak.

The professor just stared at me for a few seconds "very well Potter, Tuesdays and Thursdays my office at nine"

I let out a sigh of relief as I carried on "and could you maybe t-teach me Occlumency again?"

Snape frowned "visions from the dark lord again Harry?" once he realized how much pain I went through with my visions he was considerably kinder about them, yet this was the first time he'd called me Harry, not that I was complaining.

"no sir, I don't get many anymore I just don't want Dum-uh some pèople looking into my head." I hoped against hope that he wouldn't call me on my nearly blurting out the headsmaster name.

"I've learnt to meditate properly" I added in to maybe persuade him to teach me. "very well Potter you'll have Occlumency lessons after potions at ten o'clock, now go before curfew" I nodded and ran out of the room.

Sitting on the sofa not reading my DADA book Alistair struck up conversation form his place in front of the fire on his special pillow.

{why are ssso happy Harrisssson?} he hisses suspiciously.

{no reassson} I hissed back chirpily closing the book, I knew all the material anyway.

{do you have a what do you humansss call it, a crusssssh on the potion maker}

{potion masster and no of courssse not} I said shoving thr book in my bag, glaring at the smug snake.

{then why doessss your blood pump fasster when he getsss clossse and when he touchesss you, you can barely talk? And what about-}

I cut him off sharply before he started on about my errr dreams.

Damn snake tool observant for his own good.

{fine! I have a sssmall crusssh on the potion masster okay?} I demanded in a huff.

{maybe he like'ssss you too?} came the quiet response a few mintes later.

Instead of snapping at him I just mumbled {thanksss Alisssstair} I knew he was trying to be nice.

Hermione came in and from the books in her arms shed been in the library until curfew, again.

"so did professor Snape say yes?" she asked putting them a table.

"yep, Tuesdays and Thurdays 2 hours" she smiled knowingly.

Thinking about it, she probably knew about my crush on professor Snape before I did but was too polite to ask about it.

Hermione kissed my cheek and went up to bed, taking Alistair to my room for me as I stayed downstairs watching the flames dance in the hearth until two in the morning.

Like I had told professor Snape I was barely getting any visions anymore, and when I did they didn't hurt much.

But I didn't want Dumbledore taking a walk in my mind whenever he pleased, especially since Hermione and I had read those dark art books over the summer.

I'd grown wary of that mans manipulations over the years.

Form all the stress and exitment over the years I'd become a bit of an insomniac it took me a long time to get to sleep and when I did thr slightest noise would wake me up, but lately I'd found myself dozing in the day and not being able to sleep at night.

Madame Pomfrey wouldn't let students have too many dreamless sleep potions since it was highly addictive, so when I didn't get to sleep by 3 AM I grabbed my invisibility cloack and headed towards the portrait hole.

Since our rooms were in the dungeons I should have known I'd run into someone at some point, but I wasn't expecting to literally run into someone, so as I turned a perfectly innocent corner, something attacked me! I fell backwards and felt like every bone in my back and sides felt the cold stone floor I opened my eyes to see a very angry potions master was on top of me.