He lay on his bed and held the stone up to the red shimmered darkly on the inner edges and looked almost black.
It had been easier than he had could also have been that he didn't get his hands on the stone and was caught.
But where was the thrill otherwise?
Grinning, he sat up and looked around the room.
He would need somewhere to hide things until he was out of Hogwarts.
His eyes fell on a corner of the further ado, he jumped off the bed and crouched in the corner.
His fingers slid over the flutes in the corner and he tapped them once.
It was completely stuck.
He could be changed quickly.
Harry put his hand on the tile. Bombada Minimum." He felt the tile being torn out of its joints by the tiny explosion and bouncing up against his hand.
He forced his fingers into the crack that had appeared and lifted the stone slab.
Underneath, the explosion had created a hole big enough to stow a basketball.
He went to his cupboard and took out a shirt with which he lined the hole, then threw the stone in and put the slab back on.
Harry hesitated. It was still too sighed.
"Fidelius," he whispered and immediately felt the magic make the hiding place invisible to others.
But he'd better hide the memory well, he didn't know if Dumbeldor or Snape could break down the barriers around his thoughts.
Searching, he looked around the room and went to his still had the empty vial from Snape's riddle.
Good thing he had taken it with him.
He looked at his wand for a moment, but then .He wouldn't use the end, he took the memory of how to go to the toilet and pissed in nappies again.
He placed the vial in front of him on his desk and held the index and middle fingers of his right hand to his temple.
Then he concentrated on the memory of his hiding place and that he had been down there.
The memory shimmered silver and reminded him of mist, as it always did.
Harry stuffed the memory into the vial and sealed it, then put it back in the hiding place.
Oh he still knew the he had no more memories to look at.
Whistling softly he went downstairs to the common room where the other Slytherins who were staying here over the holidays were sitting.
When they saw him, they wanted to stand up and bow, but he hurriedly raised a hand.
They had better not start drooling all over his clothes like the Death Eaters did to Voldi.
A nod will do for now," he murmured and sat down in the armchair in front of the fireplace, looking into the flames.
Sir? No one has asked for them yet. "He screwed up his no., "Don't even think about being such submissive dogs. "He turned his head to the Slytherin boy.
It must have looked ridiculous, a sixth grader being lectured by a first grader.
"We are Slytherins. Purebloods. We are proud. So stop lowering your eyes like a mutt with its tail between its legs. I demand respect. Not whimpering dogs. Understood?"
They all looked at him now and , he looked back into the flames and continued to think about his revenge.
He would soon have the twins without a front. For he would show them his memories.
The truth about every person they trusted.
If they didn't follow him, he would simply erase their memories of every conversation with them, which had only been three so far anyway.
But if they followed him... they would become his right hand.
He stretched and bounced his knees a little as he sat cross-legged and leaned slightly forward.
Resting his chin on his left hand, he stared silently into the the warmth was unfamiliar. He couldn't get used to time in Azkaban had simply been too was lucky he hadn't lost his mind.
There were only a few problems should he get rid of Ron?When should he kill Dumbeldor?How should he kill him?
Should he just spare Snape or should he get him on his side?he just didn't understand how such a clever person could fall for a woman like his mother.
She had betrayed him simply because of a single word! And his father...Harry growled couldn't help but feel ashamed of his parents.
Anyone would disown them if they took a closer look at the two 'heroes'.Not just the one they wanted to parents weren't were horrible people.
He if his mother had forgiven Snape he be his father and not he be a Snape then?
He shook his idea.
At that moment the grandfather clock in the common room chimed and he looked at it in wonder.
Fourteen o'clock already?Everyone was looking at really would have to change all seemed to have been trained to be little .
But it was good that they were all here right now.
He stood up and positioned himself so he could see them all.
Listen. Like I said. I don't want dogs that whine. I want punches that can bite. All I ask of you is respect and that when I give you orders, you do not disobey them. Otherwise, I want you to behave completely normally. I am simply a student. But I warn you."
All the snakes held their breath as the green had turned blood red.
"If you disobey an order, betray me, cheat me, lie to me, or do not treat me with respect, then Salazar will have mercy on you."
His voice was calm. It was as smooth as an eel, but that made it dangerous, and that sent shivers up the spine of every person in the room.
Harry smiled again.,,Besides, we'll have to hide who I am for now. From everyone. You must have noticed that you couldn't tell your parents about me. Not in the letter or anything else."
A few nodded, as it was clear to everyone that they had been ordered to report from home.
Harry's smile turned a little nasty., "Well. I just forbade it. Only you Slytherin students know. And so it shall remain for the time being. If too many knew, it would be too much of a danger. There is still a certain Pseudo Lord out there trying to usurp my power."
Harry tilted his head slightly and smiled as friendly as he was just it promised trouble.
Every snake matter how nice this little boy seemed in front of was dangerous.
Harry smirked at the others' thoughts.
He cleared his throat, "I know the rule about everyone going to dinner together. However, some aren't hungry yet or maybe want to leave early. So I change the rule a little."
He leaned against the wall and raised his index finger., "From now on, at least three people will always go together. No matter where. Even if it's just for a walk. The blood traitors and mudbloods are simply too many. Alone, unfortunately, they would sneakily lure us into traps. But in threes, two can fight back and the third will get help."
Harry finished his explanation and looked at the Slytherins, waiting. "It's best if there are two boys and a girl," he raised a hand as a couple of girls protested.
I know you are able to defend yourselves well on your own. But some of the Gryffindors will get physical. And you are unfortunately inferior in physical strength. That's what the boys are for. You will not fight. You will simply fend off their attacks, if it is physical, and protect the girls from harm. We are not muggles."
The protests died down and Harry sighed., "So I'm hungry. Shall we go? You can decide the groups as we eat."
Harry turned and together they all walked to the Great blended into the crowd so he wouldn't stand out.
His thoughts flitted to Draco and he grinned.
I wonder how desperate he was that he couldn't tell his father for once?
Harry looked thoughtfully at the ceiling of the Great Hall.
He had the tattoo pattern, but no name for it, and he just couldn't think of one.
He wanted it to be as distinctive as Death Eaters, but nothing ridiculous like Knights or something.
He tapped his chin thoughtfully and looked around the hall.
Today was the last day of holiday and the day after tomorrow school would start again, as today was Saturday.
He looked towards the Gryffindor table and noticed that the twins were looking at raised an they want something?
He stood up and left the he heard two sets of footsteps behind him.
He stopped in a niche and turned to the twins., "What is it?"
"Don't be so dismissive."
Harry just raised an eyebrow and both sighed.
Fred leaned forward a little., "Our little brother is planning something. Something about a philosopher's stone."
Harry had Weasel found out?Granger was dead.
"So?" "Well, he said your name." "What do you know about it?"
Harry sighed softly., "The Philosopher's Stone. Nikolas Flamell. The stone makes him immortal...you can read about it in any history book. What does that have to do with me?"
The twins looked at each other and then at the younger one.
The green eyes looked at them calmly, but they had seen the mischievousness flash in them for a tiny second.
Potter knew wouldn't say it.
Harry thought.A thought had occurred to .He would still have to kill the clear the way for Sirius in his third year.
still didn't know where Sirius really hoped his uncle didn't know about the would have helped didn't want him as an ...He had died in the war then. Tonks had been saved by a Muggle idea.
Would the two adults stand by his side?
He sighed and stroked his hair.
"Oi-", "-Harry." He blinked and looked back at the twins. "Huh?"
"What do you know?" He had the stone himself. "I know nothing. Just because your brother thinks he has to talk about me doesn't mean I know anything."
He turned his back on the two of them and was about to go to the Slytherin rooms when his wrist was grabbed.
He winced and wrenched himself free of the hold, backing away from the two.
"Don't touch me!" he hissed softly and his heart skipped a was shaking slightly.
Azkaban had made him completely contact shy if it was too sudden.
Only Blaise and Draco had been allowed to touch him in any way until now.
"Sorry," muttered first George and then sighed.
They couldn't help it. He smiled.,, "It's okay...I'm just...not used to it."
Immediately they both beamed again. "We'll have to change that, of course."
They walked towards him.
backed away., "Forget it!"
As fast as he could he flew towards the dungeons and into the Slytherin common room.
He took a deep breath when he saw a blond head appear in front of him.
What have you done, Potter?" hissed Draco, annoyed that he had not been able to tell his father one thing about Potter's secret.
Harry, who had expected an angry Malfoy, just rolled his eyes, "Malfoy. Your parents are friends with Snape. They would tell him. He's Dumbeldor's subordinate and he'd tell that. How fast do you think I'll fly out of Hogwarts and into Azkaban if it gets out that I'm the Dark Lord?" he asked as calmly as he could and Draco paused.
Potter was right, he really should think before he always ran to his father.
Harry went to the armchair and took a book from a shelf.
"Now? Now you concentrate on school."