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A/N: I'm back again, with another lengthy chapter!

This one is basically part 2 of chapter 5, showing Harry's conquest of Slytherin house.

Review time!

Thank you for everyone's praise of my story. I am indeed going at a unique angle, and I hope it is an enjoyable read.

Stevem1 - Thank you for pointing out the discrepancies from canon relating to the Black Family. Please see the updated author's note of Chapter 1.

Anyway, onto the story!

Chapter 6: Dawn of a New Order

'White-lipped Pit Viper,' Draco uttered. It was the snake Harry had been trying for weeks. He had finally got it.

'Indeed, brother dearesssst,' snake-Harry hissed out, shocking several people. 'An incredibly deadly viper. Capable of killing with one bite through it'sssss painful, paralyzing, ssslow-acting poisssson. Asssss you can ssssee, I am a natural born Animagusssss, with an incredibly deadly form. Think on that, sssssubjects, esssspecially you, Marcussss.'

He released Marcus from his grip, and reverted back to his human form. 'Finite Incantatem,' he muttered lazily. As the ropes fell away, those previously rebellious bowed gingerly, followed quickly by the others present, including the lucky four who were not subject to the potion.

'Thank you, my new subjects,' he called out, reclining into a throne-like chair, moved to be in front of the fireplace. 'For your peaceful surrender, this will be worthwhile. This is the star of a new order, an order that will spread through Hogwarts and, eventually, the wizarding world as a whole. As you all should know, a pureblood is superior due to their ancestral knowledge and potential for Gifts.

'That does not mean Muggles and Muggleborns are useless animals - just inferior. But these so-called 'Light Wizards' are poisoning our society, ruining hundreds of years of tradition simply because some inexperienced Muggleborn doesn't understand it. Should we have to deal with this?'

There was a chorus of 'Nos'. 'Of course not. But these fools will not surrender that easily, and will fight back against fear and violence. That is why the Dark Lord failed, along with him going mad. For he did not subjugate - he murdered, both pureblood and Muggles alike. But I will succeed. I will not use fear, I will use politics, and trick them into surrendering equality. I will give a small reward, while giving us a greater one! Now can you fathom my brilliance? Now can you see the glory of my new order?'

The Slytherins, now whipped up into a frenzy, with a few exceptions (such as Flint and Derrick), yelled and screamed, insulting their inferiors, praising Harry's brilliance.

'But first,' Harry continued, 'We must reform this school! And we cannot do that in the open. There are too many Muggle-lovers in power. So we start in Slytherin. The order shall start here, alliances formed, spreading my influence through the school.

'I will be, outside of this room, an innocent Muggle-loving fool. For that is what they want me to be. And what better disguise, than that which they want to believe. And I shall form superficial friendships, slowly bringing the other houses into my debt, whilst they do not even know what is occurring!

'I shall gain control over the Student populace, and from there, slowly taint the School's leadership. And once the school is under my control, I shall have the connections to expand, slowly taking control of the ministry, and Magical Britain as a whole. The Muggleborns and so called 'Light' wizards will bow to me, and they will love it. And that is my promise to you, that I shall reform this nation, starting with the Great House of Slytherin. And this house, as disreputable as it is, needs reformation.'

To this statement, a barrage of complaint and denial arose, silenced quickly by a scowl from their leader.

'No,' Harry continued. 'This house is in dire need of reformation. From now on, there are new rules. I will have nothing besmirching the name of this great house, or me, by extension. So first up, you will all obey me, and any appointed subordinates, such as Draco, as long as they do not contradict my orders. That will help bring some loyalty, and order.

'And now, some official new rules. Number one, no public fighting. I need the rest of the school to see us as a united house. Number two, no public use of the Dark Arts. I am not opposed to them, so only use them when you are certain there are absolutely no witnesses apart from the victim of the spell. Also, if using them, cast another spell immediately afterwards, removing the practicality of Prior Incantum. Number three, no starting any fights, except in private with other Slytherins. You are more than allowed to finish them if another house starts them, in fact I want you to finish them, showing just how powerful our house is. Just don't start them. And the most important rule, no public reference to the new order within this house.

'I must stay above suspicion, or else this country is doomed to collapse under the reign of Mudbloods. Any student, no matter how high up the in-house or external hierarchy, will be punished personally by either me or Draco, with a wide range of homemade concoctions. And of course, the worst punishments will be for those who break rule number four. Do you all understand me?'

He got a silent confirmation through vigorous nodding. 'Good. Now, I will depart to my new chamber, which shall be for me and Draco only. The only other visitors for the time being will be Parkinson, Greengrass and Davis, due to their pre-established loyalty. If you wish to speak to me, do so while I am in the common room. Now, if those invited will follow me, and I shall bid the rest of you goodnight.' With this, he turned sharply, cloak billowing, and marched up the stairs to his new room, his friends hastily following.

The room, in the same style as the atrium, had several beds inside, quickly moved aside. Harry collapsed onto his bed, Draco sitting down gingerly beside him, the girls remaining standing.

Harry leaned up, grinning broadly. 'So, how'd I do?'

His friends stared at him, shocked by the sudden change in demeanour. 'That was … disturbing,' Daphne said, cautiously.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Well, duh! I had to give a display of power, a willingness to punish. So do you mean, I was convincing?'

'Yes,' Draco replied quickly. 'It was enough to even throw me off balance. I knew you were smart and witty, but I never knew you were manipulative, or that you have a cruel streak.'

Harry huffed. 'My whole plan depends on me being manipulative. And I don't really have a cruel streak - it's part of the act!'

'Uh huh,' Pansy said, unconvinced. 'And that's why one of your weaker potions is a torture device?'

Harry blinked. 'I suppose it is, isn't it. I guess I have a bit of a cruel streak - just not nearly as bad as I was out there. Anyway, as you guys now know, you, Draco, are my deputy. And, as my first friends in Hogwarts, I want to extend positions to you. Any preference?'

The girls stood there, shocked. They were not expecting that.

'Weeell,' Tracey said. 'I suppose I could always be your connection to the Daily Prophet. If you need a favourable article published, I could get my Mother to write it. She's quite influential - goes by the pen name of 'Rita Skeeter'!'

The others present went slack jawed. Rita was the most published journalist in magical Britain, beloved by many and hated by others. 'Her real name is Rachel Davis, but she uses a pen name, so people can't find her in response to her slander.'

'Well, Tracey, you've got the job,' Harry replied, getting over his shock. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he whipped round to face Daphne. 'You said your family grows potion ingredients, right? If you accept, I want you to be my provider of rare plants! I will pay your family, though at a decreased rate due to my, ah, repeated custom.'

Daphne blinked. 'It would be my honour, my Lord.'

'Ah none of that,' Harry replied, wafting his hand around. 'At least, not in private. Anyway, Pansy, any ideas?

Pansy thought for a moment. 'I could be your political advisor. I am quite adept at politics - as are you, by the way - and Father always says one can always do with an advisor, no matter how skilled you are.'

'Throw in an untainted Pegasus feather, and you've got the job,' Harry replied.

Pansy frowned. 'Untainted? My family could treat it for you, free of charge.'

Draco quickly cut in. 'I think Harry's thinking of experimenting with an alternative refining technique he invented for Wyvern Dragonash. I think he wants to see if it still works.'

Giving Draco a silent thanks, Harry quickly turned the conversation to idle chat, lasting way into the night. After a long round of discussion over the effectiveness of the Wizengmot's current structure, and several games of Chess and Exploding Snap, the group parted ways, and quickly passed into the silent peace of slumber.

Harry woke up early the next day, feeling quite refreshed, and made himself ready for the day ahead. Donning the trousers and shirt that was the uniform, Harry looked at the ugly black fabric that was the school robe. After seeing the pitiful excuse of clothing for the first time, Harry made sure to research any loopholes that may get him out of wearing it. Sure enough, Harry quickly found it.

Under the dress code, he was simply required to wear an over shirt of some kind, typically a rope or a cloak, and the school robe was only required at formal feasts, such as the Sorting or Yule feasts. Despite this loophole, however, few students knew it existed, with almost all students wearing the dreadful robe. Even Draco would be wearing it, as he had been too distracted to notice Harry whenever he brought it up.

Taking advantage of the rule, Harry had brought several replacements, including the choice for today. It was a long tan trench coat with dual tails, as long as a robe, but more practical, and fairly stylish in Harry's opinion. Wearing this get up, Harry made his way into the common room, sitting down into his self elected throne, on the chance that one of his new subjects may wish to address him before breakfast.

As it happened, someone did want to speak to him, but it wasn't a student. Cloak billowing behind him, the scowling Professor Snape strode into the room, casting Collorptus, the locking charm, on all entrances to the room.

'Harry,' he said at last.

'Severus,' Harry replied warmly. 'What is it that you desire from me.'

'Despite our connections outside of school,' Snape sneered. 'You will address me as Professor Snape here. It is only proper. And before you ask, Draco has already been told this - it is not some petty revenge against your father.'

Harry had indeed been about to ask that. 'Despite my many grievances with the man, I hold none with you, having seen just how different the two of you are through our correspondence at home.' Snape had at first held quite the hatred for the young boy, but years of seeing him act as a true wizard, with a deep love of potions too, had eradicated such emotions.

'I suppose you haven't come simply to remind me of your continued hatred for my father,' Harry replied coolly.

'Indeed not,' Snape said. 'I have come in a professional manner. I have had a report from Marcus Flint, your Prefect, that you have assumed command of this house, overthrowing the previously established hierarchy through the use of torture.'

'That is indeed correct,' Harry replied calmly. 'As you may recall, over the last year I have been planning the reformation of this nation, starting with this house. Seeing a bunch of blundering fools in charge, with behaviour fitting of Gryffindor, and the house's reputation abysmal, I had to act swiftly and forcefully, to create a better house.'

'I see,' Snape said. 'Before I continue, can I confirm this was through the use of a potion.'

'A potion of my own invention,' Harry confirmed. 'In a branch of my own invention. It is what I call a battle potion - this one being Vertigonus. It creates an artificial fear of heights, throwing them into an illusionary realm of height and nausea. It hasn't, however, been fully tested before yesterday, so I don't know the duration nor side effects. I knew that the antidote worked as a temporary immuniser, and that it also would cure any side effects apart from nausea.'

'I see,' Snape repeated. 'Twenty points for cunning and pride fit of Slytherin. Ten points lost for the irresponsible use of potions and the blatant breaking of school rules, and ten points lost for the, ah, breach in control.'

'Thank you, sir,' Harry replied. Despite making no difference to the points, the first set was to show approval, with the deductions to balance it out. 'Now, if you'd unlock the doors, sir - I have a student to punish.'

Harry rushed off to his dorm, leaving an amused Snape behind, who was staying to watch the fireworks. He gripped three vials, a smoky grey one for smashing; two, one red and one black, for drinking, and ran back into the hall. He gripped the larger vial, the throwing vial, and slammed it into the ground. As it split open, the thin mist escaped, letting out a drawn-out, ear-piercing screech. It lasted a good minute, and the members of Slytherin assembled in the common room.

The last to join them was Flint, whose face wore a look of smug satisfaction upon seeing Snape. This, however, did not last, as he quickly saw the murderous look on Harry's face.

'Marcus Flint,' he bellowed. He turned to the rest of the room. 'I have summoned you here to show the consequences of actions. Flint has been found guilty of reporting my actions to a teacher, our very own Professor Snape. His choice of teacher, however, was unfortunate, for Snape here approves of my plan, and any complaints have been silenced by my innovations in Potions.'

He turned back to Flint. 'You have a choice. Either you come willingly, and receive a reduced sentence, or I force you here, and let me tell you, this potion is unbearable.' As he said this, he shook the murky black vial.

Flint, acknowledging the inevitable, slowly trudged towards Harry. 'I submit.'

'Good,' Harry replied, pocketing the black vial. 'You're learning.'

Suddenly, his free hand whipped open, wrenching Flint's jaw open. He poured the blood red potion inside, before ramming his jaw shut, and pinching at his nose, cutting off his airways, forcing him to drink. He dropped the older boy, and turned back to the rest of the house. Behind him, they could see Flint's eyes widen, before beginning to shake and quiver, before turning into a full on spasm, letting out a gargled scream.

'This,' Harry said, morbidly calm. 'Is what happens if you disobey me. This potion lasts an hour, and he shall not receive the antidote. He will remain there, tortured and tormented, as punishment for his treason. And let me tell you now, this is nowhere near the worst potion I have. So don't you dare even think about disobeying me or your appointed superiors.' As he said that, he pointed at his four friends, then at Snape. 'Or this will happen to you. You are now dismissed. Breakfast is in half an hour.'

With this, he turned sharply, his dual tails waving behind him, and returned to his impromptu throne. Right then and there, he silently promised himself to dedicate himself to transfiguration, so as to create a real throne for himself, worthy of the King he was to become in due course.

Snape left, in order to finish his lesson plans, and Harry was flanked by Pansy, his new advisor, on his left, and Draco on his right. Just off to the side, Daphne and Tracey lingered. Throughout the coming half an hour, several students stopped by with pitiful praise, such that the half hour turned out to be a dreadful bore. Just before they were to head to the Great Hall, Harry stood up, and beckoned his fellow First Years towards him.

'Zabini, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Bulstrode.' Harry said curtly. 'I wish to offer my apologies for your treatment yesterday. I have no grievance with any of you, and your inclusion in the torture was merely because I had no opportunity to immunise you without alerting Flint or Derrick.' He had a few murmured acceptances, before they dispersed, leaving only Nott behind.

'My lord,' he said cautiously. 'I have come to see in what ways I may be able to apply my skills or connections in a more, ah, elevated position.'

'Perfectly understandable and commendable, Nott,' Harry replied. 'Tell me, what is your family trade?'

'We have three,' Nott answered. 'My father is the Head of the Dark Faction, and rears Hellhounds. My mother, on the other hand, is a brewer.'

'Hmm,' Harry thought for a moment. 'None are particularly advantageous at this point. Tell you what, if you can get me an untainted sample of fur from one of your Hellhounds - for experiments, of course - I will make you an Apprentice Brewer. I won't be teaching you many, but the brewing of some of my more, ah, harmless potions may be passed onto you.'

'Thank you, my Lord. I will retrieve the sample post haste,' Nott said, bowing respectfully before retreating.

Harry stood up, calling for attention. The Slytherins looked back over to him, wearily eyeing the writhing body of Flint. 'It is time for breakfast. All shall be present on time, with the exception of Flint, for obvious reasons. Now, let's move.'

As one whole, the house of Slytherin made for the door, straight and orderly. Draco caught Harry's arm. 'Forgetting something?' he said, gesturing to Harry's trench coat.

'Of course not,' was the curt reply.

A/N: And his conquest has begun!

Yes, Harry has now seized control of Slytherin House, but he has not won yet. Harry will have to deal with his fair share of mutineers yet, and he hasn't even started on the other houses!

Please check out my other story, Tournament of the Gods. It is a HP/PJ crossover set in fourth year, but with a twist. Chapter 1 is up, and it updates Fridays.

BTW, the trench coat that Harry has donned is that of David Tennant's Doctor. Get used to him wearing Trench coats and similar, as I believe it helps accentuate Harry's position as slightly eccentric and/or mysterious

Now, please review! As I have said numerous times, reviews help me improve and tailor the story to your liking. Is their a pairing you'd like to see? Is there a sub-plot you think would be a good addition? All suggestions are welcome!

Also, please send in minor OCs. These characters help flesh out the fic, and also make it slightly more personal to the readers. Note that my definition of minor OCs is as follows:

- A character not from canon anywhere (so no recommending, say, a water mage named Percy Jackson)

- They will not play a major part, maybe only appearing once or twice. They are minor OCs, after all.

- They will not be paired with any major canon characters. This means I won't be pairing Harry, Draco, Daphne, Hermione etc with any OCs. I may, however, pair them with characters such as Parvati, Lavender or Bem. (Cookies if anyone can tell me who Bem is!)

If I use your OC, I will notify you in advance which chapter they will first appear in, and also mention you in the Author's Note at the end of said chapter.

Also, the first four Slytherin OCs sent in shall be put in the Slytherin Quidditch team! Others may be used in other teams, though only one in Gryffindor.

So, yeah, please review!