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I'm up at five the next day to sneak up to the Room of Requirement to work out like I did back home and get back to shower by six-thirty. I get dressed in my new robes as Neville continues to snooze away and spell my hair dry, humming softly to myself as I loop my new Slytherin tie around my neck. I grab my trunk and turn to level one before opening it up to pull out my highly illegal messenger bag. I mean, just because I see why extension charms are illegal doesn't mean I have to like it.

Just before eight I wake Neville up and go through my stuff one last time, making sure I have everything. Wand holster, check. Knife, check. Wand, check. Bag, check. I glance up as Neville exits the bathroom, looking quite different in finer robes and emerald green. He slings his own bag over his shoulder and smiles with a sense of confidence I've never seen before as we step out the door. Draco and Blaise step out at the same time and smile politely, yet a bit reserved, as we fall in step.

"Morning Hadley, Heir Longbottom, sleep well?" Blaise greets happily, his tone totally different from his usual cool exterior.

"It's Neville, and I slept fine, thank you." Neville cuts in before I can speak, an equally reserved smile on his face as well. Seems we all have masks to don this morning.

"Me as well, much better than I ever did in the lion's den." I state quietly but with mirth , lowering my voice as we pass by a pair of first year lions, not wanting to start a fight just yet as we walk into the Great Hall. We take our places at the very end of the Slytherin table and wait patiently for the others before breakfast begins.

"Morning you guys, hope all is well." Theo chirps with a grin as he and Daphne come striding in, a smile on his face as he plops down next to Neville. I can feel the eyes on my back as we eat, the heirs to multiple houses sitting at one table and conversing like old friends obviously too strange to even contemplate, or that we're sort of normal people just talking.
"It'd be better if people would stop staring at us." Draco replied dryly, glaring at someone behind us that stared at us a bit too long. I run a hand through my hair as breakfast appears and grab an apple, munching contently as I listen in on the multitude of conversations going on in the hall.

As breakfast nears its end Snape hands out our timetables for the year, his usual sneer in place as we compare schedules. Turns out Draco and I share all of our classes but I only have one or two with the others, something that saddens me as I won't get to see how well they perform, something I'll need to know sooner than I believe. I head down to the dungeons early for my first class, Potions with the Hufflepuffs. What fun.

I walk in and take a seat at the back before grabbing a cauldron from the shelves as others begin to join me. Draco strides in and promptly claims the seat next to me, something Ron doesn't like as he turns redder than his hair. Guess I need to pay more attention to my surroundings since I didn't even notice the ginger approach.

"Move it Malfoy, I'm sitting next to Harry." Ron spits out angrily, glaring at my new friend with the usual hatred.

"Go away Weasel, if Hadley wanted to sit with you then he'd say so." Draco states coolly, a perfect blond eyebrow raised to challenge the quickly angering boy.

"His name is Harry, and he's my best friend!" Ron exclaims, a hint of anger flashing through me as he calls himself my best friend after he betrayed and stole from me.

"No, Weasley, my name is Lord Hadley Clarington," I inform in a low tone, standing up to my full height, "I am Lord to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Clarington, a house far superior to you, you dirty Blood Traitor." I delight in the way fear fills his eyes, as my magic swirls around the room and begins to pick up Snape walks in, his eyes settling on the weasel.

"Weasley, ten points from Hufflepuff for disturbance of the peace. Take your seat." Snape states in his usual drawl, tone indicating he is not in the mood for our shit this morning. He points to the blackboard with his wand and I can hear him murmur a spell before our instructions for the day appear. I decide to get the ingredients we need while Draco prepares the cauldron. As I wait to get in the tiny store of potion supplies someone smashes into my back, shoving me forward into Susan Bones.

"Watch it Potter." Weasley spits, glaring at me as he passes by. I resist the urge to hex him till he screams and instead turn to make sure Susan is okay.

"Are you alright Lady Bones? My apologies,

I didn't see Ronald else I would've moved." I state gently, checking over her subtly to make sure there's no cuts or bruises.

"I am fine Lord Clarington, thank you for asking, but it should be Weasley who apologizes." She replies softly, smiling up at me as she takes her turn to gather her supplies. I smile to myself once she passes and get my own ingredients, mentally reminding myself to send out the letters for the Alliance meeting.

Once I have everything I need I head back to Draco and place the ingredients down on the table with a sigh. I slide back onto my stool and begin dicing the Lacewing Flies finely on the board while Draco makes sure it's stirred and added right.

"Did you mean it?" The blond whispers as Snape passes by our table, nodding down at our Polyjuice potion that appears to be the perfect color. 'Guess reading those books helped quite a bit.'

"Did I mean what?" I reply back, equally quiet though I know Snape may be able to hear us nonetheless.

"When you called me your friend, did you mean it?" He explains, not meeting my eyes as he adds the Boomslang Skin into the cauldron. I consider my answer for a second and decide honesty is the best bet, Draco most likely never having had that many friends.

"Of course, there is a war coming and life is too short not to have friends." I murmur back loud enough for him to hear, chuckling under my breath at the soft, almost unnoticeable, smile on his face. It's halfway through the class when things start to go wrong, because nothing is allowed to go right in my life, no, that's too easy.

I don't react quick enough to block the Moonstone going into the potion but I am quick enough to throw a wandless shield around the cauldron before it explodes. I'm panting by heavily by the time I'm able to let the shield down, not used to holding it for so long. Snape strides with anger clearly written on his face as he looks around for whoever threw it, but I have a feeling it was a certain red-headed weasel.

" . ?" The man utters, each word accentuated in a dangerous tone, his dark eyes roaming over the crowd of students. As Snape gets to questioning the students I turn to Draco, a need to protect washing over me as I look him over. After a few minutes of putting up with my fussing he smacks my hand away and points to where Weasley seems to have been caught.

"Class dismissed, get out." The entire class scrambles to leave as soon as the words leave Snape's mouth, the only sound is the muffled yelling once the door slams shut. I chuckle softly as up to Defense, waving to Draco as we split paths, me upwards while he goes back to the common room. It takes maybe five minutes to get to the defense classroom and then I'm opening the door, only to see my platonic soulmate standing behind a desk.

"Rico?" Said redhead glances up from his papers and smiles happily, running a hand through his hair as he moves towards me.

"Hey mate, guess I forgot to tell you about my new job." He jokes, a smirk on his pale face. I roll my eyes as I plop down in the front and slide my bag off to sit on the floor, flipping my friend off good-naturedly.

"Must have." I reply, leaning back in my desk chair as the door bangs open, rowdy Gryffindors waltzing in loudly as if they own the damn place. I shoot Rico a look that basically says 'we'll talk later' and slide over to let Blaise sit without him having to walk around. Once everyone seems to be here Rico claps his hands once to get our attention and gives a small smirk.

"Hey guys, I'm Rico Jaxon, it's a pleasure to be here. Welcome to sixth year Defense, here we'll learn the more complicated aspects of the dark arts and how to counter them as we near the upcoming war." Rico states simply, ignoring some of the shocked looks on the Gryffs faces. I chuckle softly under my breath, noting the way his smirk deepens a bit, obviously having heard me.

"Alright, partner up and move the desks back, also chuck those books to the side. Theory isn't going to help you in a practical fight." Rico jokes, helping move one of the desks to the side as the rest of us do the same. We get the floor open and pair off before awaiting further instructions, all of us eager to see how 'the new guy' stacks up to the other five we've had.

"Simple duels, the goal is to disarm your partner, that is all. If I see anything other than disarming them then you'll have a grand time in detention." He warns, leaving us to duel our partners until he says to do something else. I smirk over at Blaise as we ready our wands and then it begins, him sending a simple stinging hex my way. I easily step out of the way before firing off a barrage of hexes as well, one of the tickling curses catches him as he spins to the left. As he laughs out and holds his sides I summon his wand and mock salute.

"Good work, Hadley." Rico calls out from across the room, nodding subtly as he begins to critique Seamus and Dean. I toss Blaise his wand back and restart, only to have the same outcome, his wand in my hand. Rico gives us the last ten minutes to cool off and clean up, me taking the time to clean the dust off my robes and grab my bag.

I hear Rico dismiss the class and I sling my bag over my shoulder, heading down to the Greenhouses. I put my bag on one of the hooks with my outer robes and move to the spot I've had for the past five years, rolling my sleeves up as I go. We end up working with Mandrakes like second year for Snape, apparently Dumblefuck wants to be prepared for anything. 'Bit late for that.' I think bitterly, slightly annoyed that it took six fuckin' years for him to think about this.

I head down to the Great Hall once Herbology is over and plop down at the end of the Slytherin table, the first one here apparently. I grab a sandwich as I pull out my sketchbook, eating absentmindedly as draw a wolf, my mind going to Moony and then to Sirius. I glance up as Daphne and Luna sit down gracefully next to me, smiling happily as the others join us soon after.

"You draw, Hadley?" Neville inquires, nodding down to my sketchbook as I finish the outline, saving the details and shit for later.

"Yeah, new development, my friend thought it'd help after all the stuff I've been through this summer." I explain, running a hand through my hair as it falls down into my eyes. Neville hums softly as he loads up his plate, watching me when he thinks I don't notice. I slide my book back into my bag and slip it over my shoulder as lunch ends quicker than it got here.

I leave the castle and head down to Hagrid's Hut, not looking forward to this lesson as the half-giant will most likely try to talk to me. I feel someone smack my shoulder lightly and turn to glare at whoever it was, letting it fall when I see the familiar blond wearing his usual smirk. I smack him back with a roll of my eyes, making sure to pull back on my strength, and mock growl at him as I bare a bit of fang. Draco chuckles softly as we reach a small paddock filled with strange horses, winged horses to be exact.

"Wow, I wonder where the old coot got Abraxans, they're quite expensive these days." Dray murmurs from beside me, his voice slightly awed as he eyes the magnificent creatures.

Hagrid ends up letting us pet them, and boy was it amazing. There crimson eyes were a bit unnerving to some of the Puffs, but the beauty of their feathers and hide was more than enough to make us all smile. This class ends up flying by and soon we're heading back to the castle, finally getting away from Hagrid's prying eyes. While the others head off to their next class I stride down to the dungeons, eager to start my plans for the school.

I stride into my room past a couple of first years who ogle at me as I pass, going straight to my trunk and grabbing the letters addressed to the Alliance members. I make sure I have all of them before taking a walk to the owlery and handing each one to a different school owl. I hum absentmindedly as I go back to the castle for dinner, just listening to my friends talk as I'm not hungry. After dinner we all head back to the Slytherin dorm, quietly discussing how our first day back went with varying degrees of success.

I step back into my room just like I did an hour ago and quickly undress, leaving on my silk boxers and grabbing a white undershirt. I lean over to grab my bag from beside my bed and pull out a textbook from within, the new advanced Potions book. I read as Neville works with a tiny plant of his, something similar to a Bonsai but with a small fruit hanging from an even smaller branch,

"What are you working on, Nev?" I finally ask, my curiosity finally getting the better of me.

"It's a genetically modified apple tree, Hannah and Susan gave it to me for my birthday, but they won't tell me from who or where." He states simply, not taking his eyes of his tiny tree as he continues to trim it down. I nod to myself mostly and go back to reading, getting close to the end before Neville decides to sleep, and pull my curtains closed to continue reading. I cast a silent 'tempus' as I read, noting that after my transition I started needing less and less sleep. I make a mental note to research this later on as I finish my book and decide to do my best to fall asleep, not to keen on keeping Neville up all night with my restless shuffling, and finally close my eyes.