A/N: Firstly, I want to apologize for the long wait for the chapter, I was stuck in writer's block for a few days. Secondly, I just realized it's Blaise Zabini, not Zabini Blaise. I'm fixing that in this chapter and upcoming chapters. Thirdly, I wanna brag that I did the research for this chapter. I played with google translate and got dilacerant cutem and Perdere lingua, both are Latin for tear skin and destroy tongue. Have a great night (I know you are reading this at two am on a school night). Enjoy the chapter and please leave constructive criticism.

TW: Blood and intimidation and psychotic behavior.

Harry roused drenched in sweat. He was still in the same green chair as he was before he got overwhelmed by pain and fell asleep. That was just a dream, Right?

He looked at a silver roman numeral clock. It was 3:06. 'The Witching Hour' as some people call it. Irony.

Harry chuckled to himself. He was the only one in the common room. He didn't go back to the dormitory. If he did he would surely wake up his roommates. That was something he didn't want to risk.

Harry sank back into the green armchair. He stared into the green crackling fire. It was peaceful and he was alone. He thought about what he saw. He wasn't in his own body and he couldn't control the strange new body. This was chaos.

Harry decided to just finish his potions essay.

xXxXxXx

The classes blurred together. Before he knew it, he was walking to the great hall for dinner. Harry was incredibly hungry.

Harry tried to eat as fast as he could without looking bizarre. It turned out he was in fact eating too fast because he gave himself a case of the hiccups. Harry grabbed his cup and went to the bathroom.

He leaned over the sink and drank from the opposite side of the cup. Hiccups easily cured. Uncle Vernon taught him that when he was hiccuping loudly while Dudley was trying to watch television.

He looked in the mirror. He hadn't paid much attention to the boy in the mirror much before. Harry realized he had a small cut on his lower lip, how long has that been there? It wasn't bleeding so it couldn't have been too recent.

Oh well.

His hair was a mess, just like normal. He tried to flatten his hair and failed. "Fuck you, genetics," Harry thought to himself.

His eyes were a piercing green, weird, he never really cared before but now. He remembered the hallucinations of his mom, those same green piercing eyes.

Harry tilted his head as he looked in the mirror. He felt new and weird.

xXxXxXx

When Harry re-entered the great hall most people from the Slytherin table stared at him and started whispering and murmuring among themselves.

"Well look who it is."

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck

Oh fuck.

"In a wizard duel, he can't even cast a spell nor curse," A fully awake and well Draco Malfoy emerged from the Slytherins, "Wanna know what this filthy blood traitor does in a professional duel?"

Most other Slytherins were sneering and laughing at him, but Astoria wasn't. Harry saw pity in her eyes. They locked eyes.

"He punches me in the face!" Draco Malfoy started laughing along with the other Slytherins.

Harry pulled out his wand, "Shut it."

"Or what? You'll poke me in the eye with it? Oh no, I'm so scared! The famous squib is gonna-"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

Draco's wand flew straight into Harry's free hand.

"You were saying?" Harry smirked.

He glanced at Astoria, she was smiling.

Draco didn't respond.

"Yeah that's what I thought, how long were you knocked out again?" Harry put both wands in his pocket.

"Hey! You aren't keeping that," Malfoy stood up.

"Keeping what?" Harry took a slow step forward.

About half of the great hall was watching them, not many people, just a couple hundred. Harry doubted there was anyone in all of Hogwarts who didn't hear about their original duel. They clearly all hoped there would be a part two.

They want a show? Fine, let's give them a show.

"Hand over the wand, Potter," Malfoy extended his empty hand.

"Why should I?"

"Or I'll tell my father, incredibly powerful man. He'll have you kicked out of Hogwarts."

"Then we'll have to make sure that doesn't happen."

Harry placed his own wand under Draco's chin, against his throat.

"Where are your little friends?" Harry laughed, "Too busy to help their friend?"

Draco stepped back, no longer having Harry's wand pressed against his throat.

"I'm not scared of you, Potter."

Draco was slowly walking backward.

"Oh no, you don't."

Harry grabbed Draco's tie and pulled him forward. He quickly put his wand in his pocket and grabbed Draco. Harry was holding both sides of his Slytherin robes.

Harry shoved him out of the large double doors that lead to the hallway. Harry and Draco were the only ones in the hallway for about ten seconds.

A loud storm of footsteps followed them out into the hallway.

All the other students made a circle around them, trapping Harry and Draco.

"Let's make this fair, shall we?" Harry asked while pulling Draco's wand out.

Draco didn't respond but stared at his wand longingly.

"I said," Harry pointed Draco's own wand at its owner, "Shall we?"

"Yes, just give me my wand, you filthy blood traitor."

Draco walked forward and extended his hand to grab it. Harry pulled it back quickly.

"Tut-tut, hasn't anyone ever taught you manners?" Harry wanted to toy with Malfoy as much as possible, it was just too fun.

Many students laughed at Draco's failed attempt to grab his wand.

"Say please."

"What?"

"You heard me, come on, Malfoy. It's not that hard. May I have my wand back, please?"

"No way, you're insane if you think I'm going to say that to a blood traitor."

"Alright, Malfoy."

Harry put Draco's wand back in his pocket.

"Sorry folks, no duel because of this pile of shit."

"Wha- No- Urgh! Fine!" Draco said, "May I have my wand back, please?"

"Good," Harry threw Draco's wand to the ground.

Draco walked over to his wand and picked it up.

"Finally, my wand," Draco grinned at pointed it at Harry, "You're insane, dilacerant cutem!"

Harry dodged the curse. He heard a scream from behind him.

"Protego!" Harry yelled and turned around. A little boy was on the floor, blood seeping from his leg, "Take him to Madam Pomfrey, now."

He remembered Parvati, same curse, different limp.

Harry turned back towards Draco, no fatal spells, not that he knew any.

"Perdere lingua!"

Harry's shield was still strong. Harry realized they were going to think he was weak if he didn't cast any spells soon. If he did cast a spell, his shield would fall.

"Stupefy!"

Draco dodged the curse.

"Perdere lingua!"

Harry put up a shield quickly, not wanting anyone else to get hurt. Only Malfoy was going to feel pain today, him and the little boy with the gash in his leg.

"That spell again? Really?" Harry laughed.

A bit hypocritical considering all he knew was Lumos, Nox, Expelliramus, Stupify, and Wimgardium Leviosa. Oh well.

"Don't see you casting a variety of spells, dilacerant cutem!"

The shield held.

"Are you even trying?"

He wants Harry to cast spells? Fine.

"Expellirmus, expellirmus, expellirmus."

His shield fell as Draco dodged the spells. Three strangers' wands flew into his free hand.

He held all four wands in one hand and pointed them at Draco. Harry smiled.

"Something wrong?" Harry tilted his head and whispered, "Expeliramus."

Draco looked terrified, he was too shocked to move. Four jets of red light hit him in the chest.

A fifth wand flew into his hand.

The impact of the spells sent Draco flying backward. The crowd of students dodged his flying body.

Harry walked towards Draco. He was clearly hurt. Draco was slowly sitting up.

"Let that," Harry looked down at Draco, "Teach you a lesson."

Harry felt great. He stepped back to the middle of the circle. Harry sorted through the wands. He put his wand and Draco's wand in his pocket.

He held the last three wands high in the air, "If these are your wands, I will not take them from you."

He carefully placed the wands down on the ground in front of him.

xXxXxXx

"Padma, can I talk to you for a second?" Harry walked up to the Patil twins.

"Slytherin boy!" Padma hugged Harry, "You were amazing! I watched the whole thing."

"Look I rea-"

"I have to admit I was nervous," Padma continued on.

"Padma."

"Draco's body nearly hit me."

"Padma!"

Padma stopped talking.

"I need to talk to you. Alone. Follow me."

Harry grabbed her hand and they walked to an empty classroom. Harry was aware that people were watching them. Then again, people were always watching.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Padma tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm not safe in the Slytherin dormitory. The only one who doesn't want me dead is Astoria," Harry looked into her eyes.

"So you need another place to sleep tonight," Padma looked at his tie.

"Yeah, can you take me to the Ravenclaw dormitory? I can sleep on a chair or couch or whatever is in the common room."

"Come on Slytherin boy," Padma walked out the door.

They walked through the castle and up the ancient moving staircases. Many people patted him on the back as they passed.

They stopped in front of a large wall of paintings.

"What's the password?" Harry asked.

"You'll see," Padma said, facing a portrait of someone he presumed to be royalty, she surely looked like it, she had a blue tiara and wise old eyes.

"I have legs, but I can't walk. You may place objects on me, and I will hold them without question. What am I?" The moving portrait asked.

"A table," Padma said after a moment of thinking.

The portrait swung open. Harry and Padma stepped inside. It was beautiful. There were more books than Harry could count. There was a whole wall with drawings, paintings, and other decorations, most likely done by students. All walls except for the art wall were dark blue with bronze accents. Large crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling.

There were very few people in the dormitory. None of them really cared that there was a Slytherin in their common room.

"Woah," Harry said as he looked around.

"Padma, do you want to help me with this?" Said a girl who was carefully painting the wall already covered in other paintings.

"I can't right now, but I can help you in a few minutes. Sorry, Victoria," Padma said to the girl.

"That's fine, see you in a bit," She said, stroking the wall with a brush dipped in red.

"So, Harry," Padma said, "Should you go get your stuff?"

"I haven't thought about that, I'll be back," Harry made for the door.

"Wait, you'll be able to find your way back right?" Padma asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a bit," Harry looked at her.

"Stay safe, have your wand ready, and remember over half of them want you dead," Padma hugged him tightly.

The girl painting the wall was looking at them, "Let the poor boy go."

Astoria had said the same thing once. Like the time before, Padma let go.

"He can handle himself, you saw the fight," the girl painting the wall handed Padma a smock, "He'll be just fine."

"Alright," Padma put the smock on.

Harry left to go to the Slytherin dormitory.

xXxXxXx

When Harry got back to the portrait he asked, "Riddle, please?"

"Which has a higher chance of coming out alive; fighting a serial killer from the 19th century or fighting a lion that hasn't eaten in months?"

"To the death?"

"Yes."

Harry thought long and hard, what was it like back in the 19th century, and wouldn't the lion just love a human snack if it hasn't eaten in months?

Wait.

"They both died!" Harry blurted out, "Equal chance!"

The portrait swung open.

Harry stepped inside. There were more people now. Padma and Victoria were still painting.

"Anthony, pass me the black paint," A boy said.

"More black paint? Holy shit Terry" Said a boy handing him some black paint.

"What are you reading?"

"Rise and fall of the dark arts."

"Can someone help me get this book down? The shelf is too high!"

"Accio book, here ya go."

"Shut up, I'm reading."

It was different from the Slytherin dormitory, but he liked it different.

Harry looked at Padma, she was laughing about something with Victoria. Harry walked over to Padma and Victoria, neither of them noticed.

"Hey," Harry whispered in Padma's ear.

Padma jumped, getting even more paint on her apron, and a little bit on her face.

"You have a bit of paint on your nose," Harry told her.

She ran her finger down her nose, then got red paint on Harry's nose.

"You deserve that," Padma said with a smile.

They both laughed.

"Hey! It's the boy who beat the shit out of Malfoy!" Some random kid yelled, pointing to Harry.

Was this going to have a negative or positive reaction? Would he get the shit beat out of him? At least he had experience from Dudley's gang beating him plump.

There were claps and even a cheer.

Well, he had a quite large portion of Ravenclaws who thought he was right to do what he did to Malfoy.

xXxXxXx

In the morning, Harry realized he would have to eat at the Slytherin table. Shit. He walked down to the great hall alone.

This would be one hell of a breakfast. Might as well get it over with.

Harry walked through the large double doors of the great hall. Suddenly, the chatter died down. No turning back now.

He held his head high, trying to show signs of weakness. Harry sat at the Slytherin table. The people closest to where he sat got up and moved, not wanting to seem as though they were friends.

After all, it was the Slytherins against Harry and Harry against the Slytherins.