Siriusfan7711 - Oh I'm betting this will be very, Very, VERY long indeed. After all, it will cover all seven years and beyond, right? However, I think at least this year will be moving a bit faster, as I am running low on first year ideas and want to get to later years! So yeah...

A Change of Fate

Halloween

It was shortly after four in the morning. Harry hadn't been to bed yet and he wasn't likely to go any time before breakfast either. Gregory, Vincent, Theodore, and Millicent had gone to bed around midnight after swearing to serve him along side Draco, Pansy, and Tracy. Blaise was the only first year Slytherin not yet sworn to Harry, and he had stated the terms of his oath. Blaise, Pansy, and Draco had followed them all to bed shortly afterwards. Now Harry sat in a high-backed chair with Tracy curled up against his leg. Her head was resting on his knee. Harry ignored her for the most part other than to run his fingers through her hair occasionally. A scroll was held in one hand while the other rested on Tracy's sleeping head. Marvolo had been brought to the dormitory with Draco, so Harry was alone with Tracy. 'Today is Halloween,' he thought as he stared into the fire as he had been doing for the last three and a half-hours.

The scroll had come with the morning mail. However, scrawled on the envelope were the words, "Do not open until alone." Harry had had no idea whom it could be from, but now he did. The letter was from Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus asking him if something Dudley had wrote his parents was true. Harry wasn't sure how he should answer, or even if he should. Dudley had written his parents to tell them about how close Professor Lupin-Black and Professor Snape seemed. Of course, the Dursley's would rub something like this in Sirius' face and Harry was sure it was all Remus could do to keep Sirius from coming here in person and demanding answers with his fist and wand rather than a pen and ink. Harry had decided to give the letter to Aunt Krista. After all, it was about her.

Harry flexed his fingers and scratched Tracy's head. Silently, he magicked a window in the wall and looked out. Dawn would be rising soon, and Harry wanted to see it this morning. He sat almost perfectly still waiting for the first rays of dawn to cross blades with the horizon. The only parts of his body that moved were his chest with each breath and the relentless scratching of his fingers in Tracy's long hair. The brunette didn't wake up under his fingers' gentle caresses. Finally, the paling gray hour was brought to an end by a single beam of rich, deep blood-red light shooting upward into the sky. Quickly now, it was followed by another and another. Soon the sky was aflame with reds, oranges, pinks, golds, yellows, purples, and even a few bits of palest blue. Harry looked at the red dawn with a mirthless smile and cold, dark emerald eyes. 'Red at night, sailors delight. Red in the morning, sailors take warning.' He thought remembering the old folk tales Krista had raised him with. "Today is going to be a bloody day." He whispered to the yet un-risen sun and the crackling of the dying fire.

After breakfast, third years and up left on their Hogsmead visit. All first and second years along with maybe a dozen older students were left at the school. Harry hurried to his aunt's office alone. Tracy and Draco were preparing for tonight with Marvolo. The boy knocked on the door. "Yes?" "Aunt Krista, it's me. I have a letter from Uncles Sirius and Remus that you should see." The door swung open on soundless hinges. "Come in Harry." Harry entered and saw his father sitting across from the chair Aunt Krista occupied. A third chair had appeared between the two. Severus smiled at his son, but remained silent while the boy took a seat.

"What is this about a letter from Sirius and Remus, Harry?" Krista asked. She tried to remain calm and unconcerned, but she didn't know Harry as Severus did. Harry handed her the letter he had received the day before. "Dudley wrote home to his parents about you two." He explained. "I don't want to let that fool Gryffindor Sirius hurt you two, so I came to ask what you want me to write back." Krista nodded. "Well thank you for coming to ask Harry. I am afraid I have to ask you to lie to your uncles for me." Harry nodded. "I expected as much. Give me a written copy of what you want written and I will change it only to my wording and send them the letter back." Severus smiled warmly at his son while Krista wrote out a reply. "Thank you Pharames." He whispered so she couldn't hear. "Anything for you dad." Came the nearly silent reply.

Hundreds of carved pumpkins floated in the Great Hall along with literal flocks of live bats. The entire student body was gathered in the Hall for the Halloween feast. Harry, Draco, Marvolo, Tracy, and Blaise were abnormally quiet. Blaise knew what was going on. He had been told and sworn to silence. None of the others had been told though. Harry couldn't trust them yet. As dessert appeared on the table, the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open. The creature that shuffled into the hall didn't belong there, and that was an understatement. The troll was huge. Its head was oddly small on the thick body and it wore an expression of stupidity to match even Crabbe and Goyle. Everyone in the hall looked up at the beast, but only six of the hundreds of faces didn't express shock, horror, fear, and surprise. Those were the faces of Harry, Draco, Marvolo, Tracy, Blaise, and Severus Snape. Of course the children and snake had let the troll in the school. Severus assumed they had and was proud of Harry's prowess. He was more than willing to watch and wait, sure Harry would defeat the creature he had let in to alleviate any doubts against himself.

The troll swung its club at the students closest to it as panic rose its high-pitched cry. "Quiet!" Headmaster Dumbledore tried to restore calm, but that was impossible due to the situation. Several foolhardy Gryffindors had charged the troll when it started bashing their House table to pieces. Almost all of them were sent sprawling against the thick stone walls. Several went flying through the air knocking the Jack 'o Lanterns to tables and the floor alike, spreading fire as they rolled away. One unfortunate Gryffindor first year was launched all the way across the hall to smash through the Slytherin table close to Harry. Tracy had a feral grin on her face as she watched Harry sneak a peek up at the High Table. None of the teachers were looking his way except perhaps his father, but he wouldn't tell Dumbledore. Harry put the tip of his wand to the unconscious Dean Thomas' forehead. "Rictusempra!" Harry muttered quietly. The spell hit Dean with all the force of the troll's club. Within an instant the unconscious Gryffindor was dead as if he had died from the unconventional trip taken to the Slytherin table. Harry would never be blamed. Harry glanced at the High Table again. The teachers were still trying to fight their way through the students to the troll, which was moving toward the Slytherin table now. Only Professor Snape had seen.

Draco brought his attention back to the troll at hand. Harry smirked. The troll had already started attacking his fellow Slytherins. The first years were crowded around him, but Harry pushed them all behind him. Draco stood on his left, Tracy to his right. "Wait for it." He whispered. The three stood firm as the troll bashed its way toward them. Now all the students were watching them. Now all the teachers could see the three standing ready to take on the full grown mountain troll to protect themselves and fellow students. Harry's face was dark as he glared at the stupid beast, the mask never once slipped to show the elation and joy singing within. His first kill had been so simple, so clean. Now his second would be as messy as possible. He wanted every student and teacher stained with this troll's blood and it would be his doing, his two most devoted followers and his doing. "Wait for it..." Harry repeated as Draco started to cast the spell. The troll had to be closer. "Almost..." Harry reassured them. Tracy stood firm and proud beside him, and now Draco did too. After all they had an audience to perform for.

"Now." Harry muttered. As one they cast the Cutting Charm Professor Flitwick had taught them a few days ago. The dungbombs each carried were thrown into the deep multitude of wounds. The excuse was already planted with Crabbe and Goyle. They had been going to dungbomb the Gryffindor hall after dinner. The bombs went off with more than enough force to send troll guts from one end of the room to the other. The ceiling was the only thing left clean as above the deadly silence of the Great bloody Hall the clouds gently swirled in a gentle breeze.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Moon! My office immediately!" Dumbledore roared. "Severus, I shall expect you also! The rest of you see to the injured students and try to clean up this mess." The four named followed the Headmaster. Severus walked proudly with his hand on Harry's shoulder despite the troll blood covering every one of them. "Chocolate Covered Roaches!" The gargoyle guarding the stair to the Headmaster's office leapt aside, perhaps sensing Albus' mounting fury. When everyone was standing before him in his office, he looked over each one. "I expect an explanation." Was all he said. "An explanation for what, Headmaster?" Severus raised a delicate eyebrow. The blood covering him merely served to remind Albus of the Potions Master's former alliance to the Dark Lord Voldemort. As far as Albus knew, it could have been the blood of all the innocence Snape had been forced to kill instead of one troll three first year students of his had killed.

"Do any of you know how that troll got in?" Four head shook in a definite no. "Why would we know Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, the perfect picture of innocence despite the blood dripping from his robes in rivulets. Marvolo didn't look at all happy about all the blood. He much preferred the blood of mice sliding down his throat to the blood of a troll making his body all sticky and itchy. Albus sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair, looking tired. Harry decided to push on with the excuse. "We saw the troll come in when everyone else did, and I knew we couldn't kill it. It should be left to the teachers, but then one of the Gryffindor first years came sailing through the air and smashed into our table." "I thought he was unconscious," Tracy added in a tear-full voice. "But Harry put his fingers to his neck and after a moment told us he was dead! I couldn't believe it!" She began to weep into Harry's arms with just the right about of gusto. "I remembered the dungbombs we had been going to use on the Gryffindor hall after dinner. I wished we hadn't been going to do something that mean to them then when suddenly something occurred to me." Draco had started where she left off. "Dungbombs cause a nice sized explosion when they go off! If we could only get them inside that troll's skin, they would go off and blow the thing to pieces! I told Harry and he remembered the Cutting Charm Professor Flitwick had taught us." "I figured if we could put enough wholes in it's stinking murdering hide, we could thrown the dungbombs at it and maybe blow it up or at least distract it long enough for you teachers to deal with it. So we waited until it was close enough to be in good hurling distance and used the charm. I'm just glad Professor Flitwick was right when he said that charm was strong enough to cut through most anything."

"Is there anyone whom can back up your little dungbomb story?" Severus asked, knowing there had to be. "Well I think Crabbe and Goyle still have their dungbombs. They had been going to come with us, but they don't know the Cutting Charm yet." Draco answered. Harry was too busy trying to comfort the grieving Tracy while tears welled up in his own eyes. Albus sighed. "Very well. You are all free to go. I assume you will award the appropriate points, Severus." "Of course, Headmaster." Dumbledore nodded and waved them out. Severus escorted his prize students to the dungeon and his office. Once safely inside, they let their masks of grieve and humility drop. He gave Harry an enormous hug. "I am very proud of you Harry. That was amazing. Very foolhardy, but amazing none the less. I'm so proud." He whispered. The boy threw his arms around his father's neck and grinned his cheeks into hurting.

Shortly they heard the Slytherin students being hurried to their dormitories. "Seventy-five points will be awarded to each of you. Along with an extra twenty-five to Marvolo as I'm sure he had something to do with this. Now, I am sure if anyone asks, you will tell them it was one hundred points to Harry and seventy-five to each of you?" "Yes, sir!" "Good, to bed with you now!"

They entered the Slytherin common room to much shouting and cheering. Gregory and Vincent had been questioned and covered the three with their own dimwitted responses. Around midnight Harry decided to go to bed, after all he hadn't slept the night before and he was tired. He and Tracy slipped out of the noise and bustle of the common room toward their dormitories. "You were brilliant Pharames." She whispered. Harry smiled at her. "As were you love." He hissed in her ear, letting his warm, wet breath skitter across her skin. She blushed as his arms encircled her waist, pinning her to the wall. His lips sought out hers and quickly covered them. Tracy's arms darted around his shoulders, careful not to jostle Marvolo. They only separated when Draco tapped Harry on the arm. "Blaise wants a word, Pharames." Harry nodded, something akin to lust glowing in his young eyes, which never left Tracy. "I'll be right there Macras." Draco smirked darkly, and headed toward their room. His face was dark as he shut the door and looked at Blaise, but he said nothing of what troubled him.

Harry entered a few moments later, looking only slightly flustered. "Yes Blaise?" Harry was in a good mood tonight. "I came to swear myself to you. I saw you kill that idiot Thomas, and will now swear myself and my death to your service, Lord Pharames." Harry smiled mirthlessly. "Wonderful! I could use more followers as intelligent as you, Blaise." Harry held out his hand and Blaise swore himself to the other boy. Draco was slightly troubled at the dangerous spike of jealousy that shot through him as Blaise kissed Harry's hand lingeringly, letting his lips rest there longer than any of the others had. Draco's lip curled into a snarl, but he never made a sound nor said a word. Letting a deep breath out in a deep sigh, Draco slipped his mask of smug pride back into place. Not even Marvolo had noticed the momentary slip.

AN: Muahahaha! Oh yeah! I am great and you all know it! Yeah, that chapter was HOTT! I love this chapter, don't you? It is so delightful and had death and mutilation and minor make-outs and secrets and some major jealousy going on! Oh yeah! I am so evil... Review! Or no more loveliness...