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A Change of Fate

Debts to Be Paid

That night Harry warned his father that Granger, Weasley, and possibly Dursley would be coming down. The other two because Granger was forcing them to study hard for their exams. Severus and Krista made themselves scarce after dinner and Harry, Marvolo, and Draco began their wait. They hadn't even been there long when they hear a knock on the door. It was firmer than the one Harry had heard last night. Again Harry waved his wand toward the door and it admitted Granger, Weasley, and Dursley.

A few hours later found Harry and Hermione sitting on the couch working on Transfiguration, Harry's one weakness. Draco was in one of the high-backed chairs, listening to them, taking notes, and adding insights of his own. Weasley and Dursley were sitting by themselves working on their Magical History essay about some Goblin Revolt. Finally Weasley looked up. "Are we going to talk about this debt or not? I mean I could have done my homework a lot more comfortably in the Gryffindor Common instead of down here in Snape's library!" Harry smirked. "You aren't here to be comfortable, Weasel. You are here to learn how to repay your debt, and if Draco and I feel like doing homework and making you wait, then we will. However," Harry looked at his watch. "As it is almost nine thirty, I will tell you what I have in mind."

"I already know how Granger is going to pay up her debt. She was easy to figure out, but you two were a bit more difficult, shall we say. You see, Weasel, Dinky Duddydums, neither of you have anything that I want, at all. Granger here at least has some brains, and an extra mind is always good to have in a tight spot, especially one so sharp as hers. However, you two don't have anything. Neither of you have any money, not that I would need it anyway. After all, I have the Potter family wealth coming when I turn sixteen. My Uncle Black will probably still let me in on the Black family wealth, just like when I was a kid. Then there is the Snape family wealth, which according to father is bigger than both the Potter and Black inheritances put together, and I am Dad's only heir. Draco of course has the Malfoy family wealth, which is also huge."

"You two don't have a brain between you, so for money and intelligence you two are out of luck. So how, oh how, can you two repay your debt to Draco and I? Any guesses?" Both Harry and Draco had malicious smirks on, but Hermione was listening intently, remembering the first few weeks of school, when Dudley had kept trying to bully her into doing his homework and Ron had kept calling her a know-it-all. Now Harry was pointing out for Hermione, as much as to humiliate the two Gryffindors, why she should not be a friend of these two. "Embarrassing us?" Weasley guessed sullenly. "Torturing us?" Dursley was going from pass experience.

Harry chuckled darkly; it was a cold chuckle with no mirth to warm it. "And in an unsurprising event, Weasel was correct. You two are going to do exactly what we say because if you leave even one thing we tell you do to out, then you will owe us that much more." Weasley groaned in defeat, while Dursley tried to look defiant through his fear. "You two will start tomorrow in paying off your debt, but believe me... This will take you a while to completely pay off. If any task is not done satisfactorily to Draco and myself, then you will owe us even more. Just consider the whole affair a matter of interest. The longer it takes you to pay up, the more you owe in return. If anyone asks why you are doing anything we've told you to do; you will tell them that you lost a bet and were spelled so you can't say to whom you lost. Is that clear?"

The two Gryffindor boys nodded unhappily. Hermione smiled at how efficient Harry was being with this, but she hid her smile behind her hand. Harry noticed it. 'She would have made a perfect Slytherin if not for her blood.' He thought. "Draco, I believe you can now tell them what they have to do at breakfast tomorrow."

Draco cleared his throat. "Now, it is possible that a fair amount of students won't be a breakfast tomorrow. So this is the teaser for what you'll have to do at breakfast on Monday. By then, everyone will know what will have happened tomorrow, and will be eager to make sure they don't miss out again. When breakfast is well underway tomorrow, you two will stand up and loudly, loudly mind you, call everyone's attention to yourselves. You will then get on top of the Gryffindor table and sing... You will sing this song." Draco handed them each a sheet of parchment. The song was one Harry and Hermione knew well. It was from "The Lord of the Rings; The Fellowship of the Ring". It was a song Bilbo had made up about an inn. It was a song of which only a few words, as a rule, are now remembered. It was a song about a merry old inn, the Man in the Moon, a fiddle-playing tipsy cat, a little dog fond of jokes, a horned cow with a weak spot for music, and some silver dishes and spoons.

"You two will also dance, so I suggest you spell the song itself into your memory." Draco added with a smug smirk. "But I don't know how to do that..." Dursley muttered in dismay. Hermione had finally had it with her fellow Gryffindors. "Oh please! Memoriza!" She pointed her wand from the paper to Dursley's forehead. The fat boy's eyes went wide. "Woah..." He muttered. Weasley stopped grinning as Hermione turned on him and repeated the spell. Harry grinned darkly and snatched back the papers. "Remember you two have to do this tomorrow at breakfast, on top of Gryffindor table, while dancing. You can all leave now." As the three Gryffindors started to leave, Harry stopped them at the door. "Oh and Granger?" She stopped and turned proudly facing the raven-haired boy. "You will be eating breakfast at the Slytherin table tomorrow." With that the door slammed shut on the Gryffindors, leaving them locked in the corridor beyond.

"I can't believe we're doing this!" Ron cried when he got back to Gryffindor tower. "Sadistic Slytherins!" Dudley muttered angrily. "They always did stuff like this when we were little." "You lived with them?" Ron yelped feeling betrayed. "My family was forced to live in the Black Mansion by Dumbledore because Potter lives there. Draco has been more or less living there since we were six." "Man that is tough. I know it isn't much, but you are welcome to spend some time next summer at the Burrow with me." The two boys went up to bed, ignoring Hermione. She was only slightly surprised at how much hatred she suddenly felt for the two of them. She wished she could talk to Harry about it. He was so intelligent and sweet. Well he was sweet to her and his friends at least. He was also powerful and Hermione was definitely attracted to that.

The next morning as the three walked down to breakfast, Ron and Dudley were very sullen. Hermione left them at the door to the Great Hall and proudly made her way to the Slytherin table as she had been instructed. Harry and Draco were waiting for her. The rest of the first years gave her a few curious looks, but then joined the rest of the students in ignoring her. Only Dumbledore, Severus, and Krista looked interested. The Hall was only about half full because it was Sunday, but Ron and Dudley wished it emptier.

Hermione slid into the empty seat across from Harry. She was sitting in-between Blaise and Theodore. Harry was between Draco and Tracy with Marvolo around his shoulders of course. Pansy was on Draco's other side, while Millicent was on Theodore's other side. Vincent and Gregory were sitting across from each other; one next to Tracy, the other next to Blaise. "You see Hermione, you fit in with us perfectly." Harry smiled warmly at the Gryffindor. Her return smile was somewhat nervous.

Just then, the group heard Weasley calling for everyone's attention. He and Dursley were climbing on top of the Gryffindor table with very red faces. "May I have everyone's attention please?" Weasley called. His brothers were laughing with the exception of the Perfect, Percy the Perfect Prat. "Dudley and I have a little song for you all." Weasley continued. With that Dursley and Weasley entered into the song with their accompanying dance.

"There is an inn, a merry old inn

Beneath an old grey hill,

And there they drew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

One night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat

That plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he runs his bow,

Now squeaking high, now purring low,

Now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog

That is mighty fond of jokes;

When there's good cheer among the guests,

He cocks an ear at all the jests

And laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a horned cow

As proud as any queen;

But music turns her head like ale,

And makes her wave her tufted tail

And dance upon the green.

And O! the rows of silver dishes

And the store of silver spoons!

For Sunday there's a special pair,

And these they polish up with care

On Saturday afternoons.

The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,

And the cat began to wail;

A dish and a spoon on the table danced,

The cow in the garden madly pranced,

And the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug,

And then rolled beneath his chair;

And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,

Till in the sky the stars were pale,

And dawn was in the air.

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:

"The white horses of the Moon,

They neigh and champ their silver bits;

But their master's been and drowned his wits,

And the Sun'll be rising soon!"

So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

A jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

'It's after three!' he said.

They rolled the Man slowly up the hill

And bundled him into the Moon,

While his horses galloped up in rear,

And the cow came capering like a deer,

And a dish ran up with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;

The dog began to roar,

The cow and the horses stood on their heads;

The guests all bounded from their beds

And danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!

The cow jumped over the Moon,

And the little dog laughed to see such fun,

And the Saturday dish went off at a run

With the silver Sunday spoon.

The round Moon rolled behind the hill,

As the Sun raised up her head.

She hardly believed her fiery eyes;

For though it was day, to her surprise

They all went back to bed!"

With that, the two boys toppled off the table as they leapt into the air. However, Dursley was quick to reappear with Weasley beside him. "Thank you very much for listening." Dursley muttered loud enough for everyone to hear before sitting back down. They were both very red in the face as Weasley joined him in hang-headed shoveling of their food.

The whole hall burst into uproarious laughter. The Slytherins were the loudest; Hermione was laughing tears into her eyes. Most of the teachers were even laughing along with the students. Severus and Krista seemed the only exceptions to the laughter outside of a few Gryffindors. Krista leaned over to the Potions Master and whispered something to him, motioning with her chin to Hermione at the Slytherin table. Severus nodded thoughtfully.

Just after the mail arrived, the Slytherin first years left the Great Hall. "Coming Hermione?" Harry asked as he stood up. The Gryffindor noted a slightly jealous light in Tracy Moon's eyes. "Sure." Hermione joined the others as they left. The rest of the students were still laughing too hard to really notice. As the group neared the Slytherin common room, Harry turned and ducked inside an unused classroom. He threw himself into a chair, laughing mirthlessly. "Serves those two right for asking a favor of me!" Draco came to sit beside him, laughing quietly. Most of the others were chuckling, but it was Pansy's high-pitched shriek of laughter that silenced Harry.

"Shut up, Parkinson!" He snapped. "Harry I would like an explanation." Blaise stated firmly. Tracy nodded in agreement. Harry grinned darkly. "Fine, but this is the last time you question my authority." He described all that had happened concerning the dragon and the two Gryffindor boys. "And what about her, milord?" Tracy asked sullenly. A jealous light glowed in her eyes as she knelt down at Harry feet. "Hermione is very useful to me, Tracy. She is intelligent, cunning, clever. If it weren't for her blood, she would have been in Slytherin. That is why she is here." Harry replied, while his hand reached out to pet Tracy's hair affectionately.

Hermione looked around at the Slytherin first years. "What are you planning, Harry?" She asked. "I can see that something is happening here, and I would like to know what it is. For instance, why did Moon call you 'milord'?" Harry eyed the girl for a while. "Blaise, Macras, Tracy... Come to me a moment." He spoke to them and Marvolo quietly for several minutes before dispersing them and looking back at Granger. "You, Ms. Granger, are about to be offered a great honor. You see I will one day place myself in the position currently held by Lord Voldemort. I will be the greatest Dark Lord ever! I already have many followers, most of which were once followers of Lord Voldemort himself. Every person in his room follows me willingly except you. I am offering you a position among my ranks. You will have power beyond your wildest imagination! And knowledge! You Hermione will be my chief researcher if that is what you wish. You're intelligence is wasted in Gryffindor Hermione. Join me and you will taste power."

Harry held out his hand to her. Unfortunately for Ms. Granger, Harry was a charismatic speaker. He would sway people with his words as easily as a Deatheater could control someone with Imperius. Hermione was on her knees before she put too much thought into it. Acting without thought wasn't something she was known for doing, but when her heart took over, she certainly did act without thinking. She took his hand in her own. "I swear by my wand and my life, milord, that I will serve you until death take me. Merlin as my witness, I will not fail you." Harry smiled darkly as she kissed his hand. "Good," He said pleasantly. "Now Blaise, Macras, Tracy, and Hermione will accompany me to my father's library. The rest of you will work on those new curses."

Harry led the small group to his Snape's library, where Severus and Krista were waiting for them. "I assume you have an explanation for this morning's fiasco, Son?" "That I do, Father." "Then why don't you all sit down, so we can hear this explanation?" Krista added curtly. Blaise, Draco, Tracy, and Hermione sat down on the floor. Severus and Krista were sitting on the couch, and Harry and Marvolo took the high-backed chair. Harry explained everything to Severus and Krista. The only thing he left out was Norbert the Dragon. He merely told the two teachers that he and Draco had helped the three Gryffindors with something very dangerous.

"And what exactly did you help them with Harry?" Severus asked coolly. "Father," Harry used the word like a whip, his emerald eyes flared in the firelight with fury and power. "Are you questioning my decisions?" The boy's voice was frosty, chilling the entire room despite the fire in the hearth. Harry sound for an instant exactly as Voldemort had once. Marvolo hissed in pleasure. The boy was working out much better than he could have ever planned. Severus bowed his head. "You know I would never question any decision you make, milord and my son. I thought only of the welfare of the school. Surely you want it standing at least another six years, so you can finish out here?"

Harry leaned back in his chair, stroking Marvolo's scaly head. "That is regardless. It is done and Hogwarts is in no immediate danger." He let the last two words float through the air. Everyone heard the unspoken "yet" just under the crackling of the fire. "Now we are here Father for your help. Macras, show him our notes." Draco stood and handed the notes on the subservient tattoo spell he and Harry had been working on. Severus and Krista went over the notes together in silence. Finally Harry leaned forward. "Will it work?" The soft crackling that filled the room was his only answer. "Father, will that spell do what I want it to do? Will the tattoo be invisible unless there is a calling, will I be the only one able to call them, will it work?"

Krista looked up. "Yes Harry... it will work exactly as you want. But this will not cause pain when there is a calling..." She paused, unsure if she should continue. "This will cause pleasure at the calling, Harry." Severus' voice sounded hollow, but a slight smile curled his lips. "Harry, how did you know to rework the spell like that? This is very advanced magic. I'm so proud of you." Severus' voice cracked as he stood and gave his son a tight hug. Harry smiled, but didn't let the hug last too long with his followers present. He had to keep some of his image after-all.

"When can we cast it Father?" Harry asked, letting only some of his excitement show. "Do you know what you want the tattoo to look like?" Severus asked. Draco handed him the drawing. Severus nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Very appropriate. Well..." He looked over the notes again. "The spell could be cast immediately, my son. Do you know whom you want to mark first?" "Drake." Came the firm answer. Everyone in the room had seen that coming. Draco was after all, Harry's first follower. Draco would be the natural choice.

"Very well. I will help you and over-see this, but you must cast the spell Harry. That way only you will be able to call your followers." Harry nodded and began.

The boy traced the symbol on his left forearm with the tip of his wand. Then Harry traced the symbol on Draco's left forearm. As he drew with his wand, he spoke the words; words that would empower the spell and shape the spirit of the Mark, which would summon Harry's minions with pleasure. The spell complete, the Mark sizzled slightly on Draco's arm for a moment. The blond hissed as the magic within the Mark cooled and melded with his flesh so completely that no one except Harry could see it.

"Father, why can I see the Mark still?" "You can see it Harry?" "Yes, it is right there." Harry pointed to the Mark, but didn't touch it. "Harry, Son... None of us can see it. I believe you can because you cast the spell." Harry thought a moment. "I suppose that does make sense. Draco, I'm going to try calling you to make sure it really does work. Wouldn't want to go marking people and then find it doesn't work." Draco nodded. Harry reached for the mark on his own arm and called Draco's name in his mind. The blond groaned as the Mark flared black and visible. Harry's eyes flew open. "Did it hurt Drake?" True concern coated his voice. Draco was panting, sweat beading on his forehead. "Hurt? ... No! ... That was ... amazing!" He gasped. Harry grinned, giving his best friend a hug. "Welcome to the fold Drake. How does it feel to be the first?" Draco smiled back as the Mark faded completely again. "Feels like power Harry, and I like it."

AN: Any one have any ideas for more ways to torment Ron and Dudley? Any ideas will be greatly appreciated! Thank you to all whom are helping me with your support. You are all very loved! Any ideas can be given in reviews or emailed to ... Thanks again!

Also, I am very sorry for how long this took to post. It has been written for a while, but I could not post it on fanfiction for some reason. And then I have been really busy with college and stuff, so please don't start attacking me with pitchforks and torches etc!

Also of the also... another reason this is so late in the coming is that I have started another fiction. It is Severus/Hermione, but don't bother looking for it. I haven't posted it yet, and I won't be posting it until it is completely done. That and I need to find a site that will allow NC-17 fics... sigh