Harry walked over to the Slytherin table, ignoring the stares he was getting from the other students, and plopped down next to Scorpius, who hissed, "What the hell was going on yesterday?" immediately. "Oh, sorry about that," Harry replied, waving his hand. "I forgot my potion. I drank the juice instead."

"You yelled at a professor about having The Dark Lord on the back of his head!"

"I know that, the potion keeps me sane; it's not a drug."

"And do you really think The Dark Lord is on the back of Professor Quirrell's head?"

"Of course not! Isn't Dumbledore meant to be the 'oh-so-great-wizard-that-Voldemort-is-scared of?" Harry exclaimed. "Not that I think he is," he added after a few seconds. Scorpius positively beamed, with the knowledge of the fact the 'Golden Boy' doubted Dumbledore. He and Harry were talking about quidditch, and Scorpius was explaining how it worked when the food appeared on the table, and the two ate in silence.

"What classes do you two have?" The voice of Draco Malfoy came from behind them. "I don't know Draco, Professor Snape hasn't reached us yet." and Harry raised his head to see Snape was handing out the timetables, to the fourth years now, and noticing he was reaching the first years, he quickly finished the breakfast, and urged Scorpius to do the same, while Draco was observing how Harry acted, to report to his father.

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the Malfoy kid."

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his, Sirius, and Remus's quarters the next day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry wished they wouldn't, because he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes.(But Sirius was bowing to everyone who looked at them) There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and Harry was sure the coats of armor could walk. He had spoken to Scorpius before, and the Malfoy boy who was not thrilled of what Harry informed him.

"Harry! What are you doing in the Slytherin dorms?"

"Um, would you be willing to help me with something?"

Scorpius eyed his classmate warily. "Depends on what it is."

"So as you know, I'm the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and I'm expected to be the Golden boy."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to play the role, so we need to have a 'epic fight'."

"So you're only pretending? To deceive Dumbledore?"

"Well, yeah if you put it that way."

"I'm in then!"

"Great! But you can't tell anyone, not even your brother or parents"

Scorpius frowned. "That's fine. But what if it slips out?"

"I've put a privacy ward around here. You can't talk about it unless I say so."

"Brilliant! When's the so-called 'fight' happening?"

"In the break before breakfast and class"

"Wait, you realize you're going to be seen as a Slytherin traitor?"
"Makes the plan better"

"For the last time, they should accept half breeds!" Scorpius smirked. The plan had started. After a loud fight between the two, (verbally) Harry stormed off, scowling but mentally smiling at the enormous crowd that had gathered to watch the fight between the Boy who lived, and the Malfoy boy stand shocked.

As Harry headed to Transfiguration, discussing Wizards Chess with Ron, somewhere in the headmaster's office, one obnoxiously bearded wizard sat happily. The Queen, (Harry) had cut off all ties from a pawn from the dark side. Everything was going the way he wanted it to. Only with a flaw that he could fix, hopefully. Harry was a Slytherin. He popped another lemon drop into his mouth. For now, Albus Dumbledore was one happy man. That was until an alarm rang through his office. As he peered out of his window, a horde of blast-ended-skrewts were invading the school grounds! Dumbledore choked on the sweet and swore. Blast Hagrid and his animal breedings! Storming out, but making it seem like he was calmly walking down, he approached the alarmed crowd, backing away from the skrewts. Mostly the crowd that had circled Harry in the fight, he supposed. "What seems to be the problem here?" He asked, playing the role as a barmy, old but wise and powerful person. "Albus, get rid of them! You told me you made a deal with them to keep off the school grounds!" Damm Minerva! With a wave of the elder wand, he pushed the blast ended nuisances (as he called them) back into the forest. "I did, they just felt hungry" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

Just before breakfast

"HI HARRY"

"Just because I am halfway across the room does NOT mean I can't hear you. And by the way, I'm Remus,"

"Remmus?"

"You're drunk," Remus accused, his face showing it amused him when his mate was drunk. "You have to follow Harry around all day every day, remember? And Harry's getting ready for breakfast. The un-drunking potion is on the table"

"So hold up your hand, and say I, Sirius middle name Black, enable the protection for the protected, Harry James Potter for the space of twenty feet until I deem it unneeded."

"I, Sirius Orion Black, Enable the protection for the protected, Harry James Potter, until I deem it unneeded."

"Great! Now it works like if I was eleven, but you have to be within twenty feet of me, or the bond will pull you towards me."

Finally, it was Friday! Harry had been waiting forever, for the potions class, it was what interested him most, second to defense and dark arts, but Harry had mastered the Defense, Dark Arts and Potions already, but it helped with the Dursleys Trauma sometimes, when it came back to him, and Harry was also excited to be taught by the youngest potion master in a century!

Potions lessons took place down in one of the many dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape, like the other professors, started the class by taking the roll call, and like most, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, yes," he whispered dramatically, "Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity." Harry flinched, not that he let it show. He had been looking forward to this class so much! And the teacher hated him. He could tell by the tone. Scorpius and his goons sniggered, and Harry, who knew the sniggering was to show that they were enemies now, ignored it. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…" A pause here enhanced the dramatic-ness of the lesson so far. "I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." More silence followed this brief speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to prove that she wasn't a dunderhead. "Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry was having a mental battle. He wanted to show that he was not dunderhead, and also because he was not meant to know the answer to this. "I don't know sir" Harry mumbled, staring at his feet. Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut, clearly, fame isn't everything." Ignoring Granger's hand, he spoke again. "Where would you find a bezoar if I asked you to?" Damm life, he knew it, but couldn't answer it again! "I don't know sir" Harry mumbled once more, mentally swearing. "Maybe you should've looked into a book before coming here, eh Potter?" Harry forced his eyes to look at Snape. "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Curling his lip and feeling close to tears, Harry answered, avoiding the greasy-haired professor's eyes. "I don't know, sir." Snape glared at him, and Harry swore he saw deep hatred aimed at him, before it disappeared from his eyes.

"Oi! What are you guys learning about?" Harry turned his head. "I'm supposed to wait outside, but I got bored so I came in, sorry." Sirius offered, sounding extremely unapologetic. "Why are you in my class, Black?" Snape had turned his attention to the newcomer. "I'm supposed to be near Harry here at all times;" He pointed at Harry. "And I got bored waiting outside the classrooms," Sirius replied cheerfully.

Snape just stared at him, before turning away with a "Do not disturb anyone." then flicked his wand, and instructions appeared on the board. "The instructions are on the board, begin" Which lead to Sirius jumping up from the chair he had occupied "You're supposed to teach them, not just go 'here, begin' your not teaching them anything! They could do this from the textbook! How are they meant to learn!?"

"This is my class, Black, and I refuse to let you tell me how to teach these dunderheads. You cannot tell me what to do" Snape hissed, flicking his wand again, forcing Sirius into a chair next to the door. "What are you waiting for? Begin!" the greasy-haired Professor barked, startling the students, as they scurried over to the potion ingredients.

Harry ran back to his room in the Marauder's quarters. Thankfully, potions were the last class he had. He jumped into bed, letting the tears that had constantly threatened to spill out onto his pillow. "Cub?" Remus had entered his room. "I'm here" Harry whispered, not lifting his head. Sirius entered, and seeing Harry upset, instantly scooped the boy into his arms, dragging Remus next to him in the process. They stroked his hair, (something they loved to do) until Harry fell asleep. As they put him to bed, Sirius whispered, "I've never seen him cry before; even when the dementors crucio-ed him three times a day, everyday. That kid is strong. Snape must've upset him a lot."

Remus turned his eyes on Sirius. "The dementors crucio-ed him three times a day? Every day?" He asked, sharply, but calmly, the wolf in his eyes deciding to come out. Sirius gulped. "Um, I'll tell you after we let Harry sleep…" "You better" Sirius gulped again.

As the two exited Harry's room, Sirius explained what had happened. "The dementors, well, after a few days, started coming at every mealtime, they had to give food to Harry three times instead of two per day because he was a minor, starting crucio-ing him for five minutes, we still don't know why, but after those five minutes, they shook their heads and left Harry on the ground. He didn't even cry, but he stuck to me closely for a week, before he gave up trying to dodge the curse." Remus gasped. Harry had it a hundred times worse than him! "We have to get Snape back," Sirius growled. "Sirius I-"

"Not pranks, I know, maybe a guilt trip!"

"Yes, let's use that. Didn't you tell me Harry was a brilliant actor?"

"GREAT! We'll tell Harry when he wakes up. If he doesn't wake up before dinner, you can wake him up." And with that, Sirius strode into his and Remus's room.

Harry woke up and yawned. He felt the last of the sadness evaporate from his body, and sat up. If Snape didn't like him for no reason whatsoever, then Harry would be better, and hate him for a reason. "Harry! Wake upppppp!" Harry groaned. "Shuddup" "Hi Harry" Remus had entered the forest room. "We're going to guilt trip Snape!" Sirius's cheerful voice made Harry groan again, but got up nonetheless.

Snape's POV in third person

Severus was patrolling the corridors when he saw Potter. Curling his lip into a sneer, he started towards the boy when Potter slid down the wall and looked depressed. He made to go to the boy once more, but was blocked by Lupin, and since he was under a Disillusionment charm, was not seen. "What's wrong Harry?"

"The potions class" Severus sneered. So the boy was upset about the class. He thought he would at least be braver, he spent seven years in Azkaban after all!

"That class you were so excited for?" Now Severus was surprised. He had been looking forward to it?"

"Yeah."

"Well what's wrong?"

"Professor Snape hates me and I don't know why." Severus felt a twinge of guilt.

"How do you feel about this?"

"It's okay. I wasn't hurt."

"I meant mentally."

"I'm fine." Severus could hear the obvious lie.

"No you're not, I can see you've been crying." Another twinge of guilt.

"I'm fine" Now the boy sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Lupin sighed.

"How about if we go talk about this back in our quarters? Sirius is probably getting bored waiting around the corner."

"Wait." The boy suddenly sounded frightened.

"Yes Cub?"

"When we go to Black Manor- will- um will Sirius-"

The werewolf sighed. "Sirius would never hit you, or lock you in a cupboard, Cub. Only horrible people like The Dursleys do that."

"But-"

"You won't have to do chores either, only to keep your room clean. Sirius may dislike you, but you're family, and family care for each other and stick together no matter what. Unless you hate the family member, but Sirius does not hate you. He merely dislikes you. Okay?"

"Yes Moony"

"Now, you know since the nightmares?"

Potter nodded. "Could you try to get along with Sirius? He has been trying, you know."

"Yes, but… I'm scared. What if he pretends to care then-"

"He would never do that Cub, he was in the same position as you when he was younger."

"Really?"

"Yup. Now let's get back in our quarters. Sirius is getting bored, you can probably feel through the bond." And with that, Lupin stood up and pulled Har- Potter to his feet. The two left, leaving a guilty and curious Severus. The boy-who-lived abused?

Sorry this took ages. I had no motivation, and there were many times I could not get on the laptop. But, this has been posted as fast as I could post it.