Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related is the property of J.K. Rowling and anyone else who has claim to a piece of Harry's fame
Disclaimer 2: I own the plot, Saerry Snape, Aeyr's, and the Snapes being Slytherin's Heirs. Nothing more, nothing less.
A/N: Okay, Slytherins sword can be called at will by Slytherins Heir, hence Harry (or Sev or Saerry). Harry's just doing it unconsciously whenever he's angry. The sword can only be touched by Slytherins Heirs; else it will burn another person (hence the burn on Dumbledore's hand). Just a little bit of info as I noticed most of you guys were wondering about that.
Chapter 69 **What's Wrong With Ron and the Wounded Dragon**
Harry left Dumbledore's office and headed for the Great Hall for dinner. Just as he got to the doors someone came up beside him and put their arm around his waist. He jumped then turned to the other person and smiled.
"Hello, Herm."
Hermione smiled back then gestured at her neck. "I brought Saeln."
Harry looked and saw that the Aeyr was wrapped around Hermione's neck, his wings tucked to his sides and his head resting on her shoulder. He reached out and scratched Saeln's eye ridges, causing the Aeyr to open one yellow-amber eye blearily, hiss something Harry could barely make out, then close his eye again.
"What did he say?"
Harry chuckled and wrapped an arm around Hermione.
"Something about not being able to sleep with so many noisy people running about. I couldn't make it out clearly."
Hermione laughed then looked up at him and asked, "Shall we?"
"Food? Yes, please."
Hermione laughed again and Harry maneuvered both of them into the hall. Several turned to stare at them but quickly turned away when Harry glared in their direction. The two of them sat down in their normal spot and noticed that Ron wasn't there.
Just as they had begun to eat a voice from behind them asked, "Can I sit here?"
Harry and Hermione turned to see Draco standing there, a bruise purpling over one eye. Hermione gasped and Harry motioned Draco to sit. He sat beside Harry, who asked, "What happened to you?"
Draco replied blandly, "The other decided to have a little 'fun' with me after their parents told them what I did for you."
Harry patted the other boy's shoulder while Hermione blanched.
Fred leaned across the table and asked, "Harry, what's Malfoy doing over here? And why are you two acting so – so . . ."
"Buddy-buddy?" supplied George.
"Exactly," said Fred.
Harry frowned and said, "He's here because those Slytherin asses are a bunch of idiots who don't have minds of their own and bend to their parents every whim. And as to us being friend, he just happened to save my life."
"Tried to," muttered Draco."
Harry looked at him and growled, "Tried, did, same thing in my book."
Fred and George blinked at him then looked at Draco, who sighed. The blond boy looked at them and said, "I know I've been an ass for the last four years but I'm not like that anymore, I swear."
Fred glared at him and spat, "You tried to kill Harry!"
Draco shook his head and Harry said "Misunderstanding."
"Pardon?"
"His father had him under Imperius. He had no voice but to do what he did," said Harry.
George said, "He could fight it! Moody said it could be fought."
"George, where you able to fight it off?"
George turned pink.
"Erm . . ."
"Just what I thought. Look, I know Draco's been a git ("I resent that remark," muttered Draco) for the past four years and most of this one but he's different now. Trust me on this one."
Fred and George eyed him like he was crazy but nodded slightly before returning to their meal. Harry sighed then looked down the table at Ron, who was scowling at him. Beside him Draco asked, "What's up with Weasley? He's acting . . ."
"Like you?" supplied Hermione.
Draco frowned at her and said, "I resent that remark."
"I'm kidding, Mal - Draco. Ron has been acting strange."
Harry nodded and said, "She means acting like you used to, Draco."
"Hmm, perhaps he was inspired by my charms."
Hermione, Harry, Fred, George, and Ginny all looked at him and he blushed, muttering, "Sorry, old Draco talking."
Beside him Ginny spoke for the first time. She said, "Its okay, Draco. We know you're trying."
The pale boy blinked at her then smiled.
"Thanks, Ginny"
(A/N: Ooo! Ooo! I sense D/G! ^-^)
Fred and George looked from Ginny to Draco then scowled. Harry laughed at them then looked at Hermione, who was trying not to laugh. He leaned over and whispered, "Love seems to be in the air."
Hermione did laugh then and whispered back, "Who'd have thought? Draco and Ginny?"
"Hmmm. I don't think Fred and George like that very much."
"Correction, they don't like it at all."
"Too true."
Harry then straightened and said, "Anyway, back to Ron. Hello? Earth to Fred and George, come in Fred and George." He waved his hand in front of the twins faces and they blinked.
"Huh?"
"Hey! We were talking about Ron here. Have you guys noticed him acting strangely lately?"
Fred frowned then nodded. "Yea, he was acting all grumpy after the Quidditch match. Told us to go do something that would involve some serious work on our part. Why?"
Harry frowned then said, "He called Hermione Mudblood in the common room earlier."
"WHAT!?"
Fred and George exploded then glared down at their younger brother, who scowled back at them. They almost started to get up when Harry lunged across the table, grabbed their wrists, and pulled them back down into their seats.
"Hey!"
Harry snarled, "Quiet!"
Fred started, "We were going to . . ."
Harry scowled at him and he snapped his jaw shut with an audible click. Beside Fred, George said, "Harry, you can really shut someone up when you do that."
"You mean like this?"
Harry scowled at him and George's eyes widened. Absently Harry thought, Its actually quite fun to be a Snape. Have the scowls and glares down pat. He then growled, "Look you two, you can't go jumping Ron without knowing what you're going into."
The twins blinked and Fred asked, "What are you talking about Harry?"
"I'm talking about the fact that Ron has never acted like this before. Doesn't that say something?"
"Tea, he's off his head."
Harry glared at him and growled, "Did you ever consider that it might not be Ron?"
Fred and George blinked. They obviously had not considered that."
Harry sighed and looked at Hermione. He said, "Could you please explain, Herm? I'll end up yelling at them."
Hermione nodded then said, "Look, Fred, George, I – we – think that someone may have captured Ron and has taken his place."
From Harry's side Draco said, "Which would explain why he's acting rather like me."
The twins glared at him again then looked at Hermione. Fred asked, "Who do you think that it is it its not Ron?" He looked down the table at Ron, who seemed to be ignoring them. Turning, he looked back at Hermione, waiting for an answer.
Hermione looked at Harry, who sighed then looked at Fred and softly said, "A Death Eater."
"WHAT?"
Harry leaned on the table and said, "What better way to get to me but to replace my best friend?"
The twins look at him then looked at each other. George then asked, "So where's Ron?"
Harry was just about to answer that question when they heard the doors in the entrance hall band open then a tall, gangly figure stumbled into the Great Hall. He recognized the red hair instantly, even if it was tangled and sticking up in every direction.
"Ron?"
The twins leapt up and ran to their brother at the same time the other Ron sprang to his feet and ran for the door. Fred tried to grab his ankle as the imposter sprinted past but the other Ron kicked him in the jaw.
Harry was up a second later, making good use of his long legs as he sprinted out of the hall. 'Ron' was a good bit ahead of him but he was slowly catching up. As soon as he was close he made a flying leap at the running figure.
"Ooof!"
The two of them went down and 'Ron' swung an elbow back, slamming Harry in the cheek. But Harry kept a firm hold on 'Ron' and snarled, "No you don't you bastard." He drew his fist back to throw a punch but instead found himself yet again grasping the ebony hilt of Slytherins sword. The blade hummed and seemed to hiss angrily. Instantly 'Ron' went still under him, turning frightened eyes to look up at him."
"Pl – please don't hurt me."
Harry hissed, "You kidnap my friend, insult my other one, and now your begging me? Damn, you Death Eaters are stupid."
'Ron's' eyes bulged and he gasped, "Parselmouth."
Harry blinked then realized that he had been talking in Parseltongue a moment ago. Suddenly he heard something coming down the hall and turned to look.
Saeln came barreling down the hall and flutter above his head, hissing angrily. Harry could make out a few of the words, which his father would kill him if he said.
Footsteps sounds around the corner next and Harry looked back down at 'Ron'. He moved slightly and rolled the prone figure over. Pressing the blade of the sword to 'Ron's' throat, he snarled, in English this time, "Don't move."
'Ron' nodded and Harry turned to Saeln and hissed, "Where issss everyone?"
The Aeyr replied, "Looking after Weasssley."
Harry cursed then spat, "Go get my father. NOW!"
Saeln nodded and shot off. Harry then turned back to 'Ron', leaned down, and said, "You and I are going to have a little chat before they get here."
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Severus was looking around the Great Hall for Harry when Hermione ran up to him.
"Professor Snape!"
Severus blinked then said, "Hermione! Where's Harry?"
Hermione pointed at the doors and replied, "He went after the other Ron. I guess I was right."
"Perhaps. Left hall or right?"
"Right. Will he be okay?"
Severus patted her shoulder and said, "Harry can take care of himself, don't worry." With that he sprinted out of the hall and into the corridor.
Just as he rounded a corner, Saeln crashed headlong into his chest, causing him to rock back on his heels.
"Sssaeln?"
The Aeyr hissed, "Harry isss down the hall. Told me to get you."
Severus cursed then snapped, "Lead me to him."
Saeln shot off and Severus plowed after him, going over in his head what he was going to do to 'Ron' is he had hurt Harry.
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"Name?"
"Never."
Harry pressed the swords blade harder against 'Ron's' throat.
"Name?"
'Ron' gasped then half-yelled, "Lucius Malfoy!"
Harry's eyes narrowed and he snarled, "You bastard."
Ron-Lucius howled, gray eyes wide and apparently completely without sanity, "My Master knows who you are, Slytherins Heir! I was sent to offer you and your father a place in his ranks."
Cold fury ran through Harry as he snapped, "And he thought we would accept? He's nothing but a fool then."
"My Master will destroy you, Potter! You and your family!"
Harry formed his left hand into a fist and snarled, "Its Snape, you ignorant ass." Then he drove his fist into Lucius' face.
"Harry!"
Harry turned and saw his father sprinting down the hall towards him, Saeln flying ahead of him. Severus slid to a halt beside him and asked, "Are you alright?" Harry nodded then said, "Its Malfoy."
Severus' eyes narrowed instantly and he snarled, "That bastard."
Harry said, "There's more."
"More than him nearly killing Ron Weasley?"
Harry's eyes flashed and he snarled, "Yes. Malfoy here came to offer us a place in Voldemort's ranks."
Severus gasped, "What? Why?"
"He knows we're Slytherins Heirs."
"And he wants us on his side, does he? Well he can take his damned offer and shove it up his ass."
Harry smirked at his father and said, "Lovely choice of words, dad. Want to send Malfoy back with them?"
Severus scowled at him, noting how much Harry reminded him of himself as a Death Eater, then said, "Move off him, Harry. I'll take him up to Albus' office."
"I'll come with you."
"You might want to go tell Hermione your alright first."
"Where is she?"
"Hospital Wing wit Ron. Find Draco as well. I didn't see him in the hall."
Harry nodded. "Okay, dad. I'll go find Draco first. He could be in trouble."
"What?" said Severus but Harry was already sprinting down the hall, Slytherins sword still in his hand.
Severus scowled and muttered, "Damnit." He waved his wand at Lucius, binding the man then jerked him into the air with a flick of his wand. Turning, he stalked down the hall to Dumbledore's off, hoping that Harry and Draco would come back in one piece.
(A/N: Was going to end it here but I decided to continue on . . . .)
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Harry ran down the corridors until he heard a voice softly growled, "Sitting with Gryffindors now, Draco? And Potter nonetheless." He crept softly towards the door and heard another voice, one he recognized as Pansy Parkinson, hiss, "I can't believe I once liked you. You're nothing but a coward." There was a loud smack as flesh struck flesh.
Hard.
Harry tightened his grip on Slytherins sword and clenched his jaw.
The same voice from earlier snapped, "C'mon, Draco. Fight back. Or we'll beat you."
Another voice, this one choked with pain and rage hissed, "Go on, Crabbe. You could do no worse than my father."
"Son of a bitch!"
There was the sound of flesh hitting done and the sound of that same bone breaking. A second later a scream pieced the air and Harry twisted the doorknob, throat all his weight into the door.
The door slammed opened and a brutal sight greeted him. Draco lay on the floor, a bruise coloring his cheek, his nose crooked and sporting blood, and his left arm sticking out at an odd angle. Around him were the bulky forms of Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint (who was being held back by Goyle) and the shorter form of Pansy Parkinson. A sixth year and a seventh Harry didn't recognize stood behind them with Derrick and Bole, the Slytherin Beaters.
Crabbe started towards him and Harry brought up Slytherins sword. He smiled coldly and said, "Nice party. Mind if I join?"
Pansy spat, "Sod off, Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes and said, "You all are very dense. Its Snape you ignorant asses. Oh, hello, Flint. What would you be doing here?"
Flint frowned then said, "Trying to stop them."
Goyle spat, "Idiot."
Harry shook his head sadly then said, "Really? How interesting. So am I. Would you mind bringing Draco over here? My father is looking for him and I'm sure he wants him in one piece."
Flint began to move when Goyle kicked Draco in the stomach, causing the pale boy to whimper and curl his body inward. Harry leveled the sword at him and said in his father's soft, dangerous voice, "Do that again and you won't have a foot to kick with." He smiled evilly and added, "Or perhaps I'll aim about four feet higher."
Goyle narrowed his eyes at him and said, "You're bluffing."
Harry narrowed his eyes and growled, "Do I look like I'm bluffing?" He then snapped, "Flint, get your ass over her and don't forget Draco."
Flint moved again, picking up Draco in an infant carry, and moved over to Harry. Harry scowled at the other Slytherins and spat, "You all should be ashamed of yourselves. Turning on your own Housemate."
Bole snapped, "Bugger off!"
Harry glared at him and snapped, "Shut up. You all decided to teach Draco a lesson when it's you seven that should be taught a lesson. Who gives a bloody damn if he talks to Gryffindors or not? Or was this really about him saving my life?"
Flint blinked at him but the others simply glared.
"Oh. So it is. Well, I have one thing to tell you. And that's if you try this again, I will inform my father of it. You do remember who he is, don't you? Your Head of House? Tall, foreboding looking fellow with long hair, likes to wear black? Can't miss him."
Pansy snapped, "What is he going to do?"
"Oh, I'll leave that to him to decide. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to learn that his Slytherins were brutalizing one of their own. Wouldn't you?"
Pansy hissed and Crabbe cracked his knuckles. Harry smirked at him.
"Ooo, scary. Bye bye now. And remember, no more beating Draco up. Or else I'll come after you. With this nice sword here."
With that Harry turned, shoved Flint forward, and stalked out of the room. He slammed the door shut then pointed a finger at it and hissed, "Obfirmo." It took most of his energy to work that small bit of wandless magic but he heard the click of the lock and smiled.
"What was that?"
Harry looked at Flint and replied, "Wandless magic. Now move. We have to get him up to the Hospital Wing."
Flint looked about to protest but stopped when Harry roared, "MOVE!" The way Harry looked must have been frightening because the Slytherin Captain began to move quickly up the hall, not looking back once.
Harry followed him, tucking Slytherins sword into his belt as Saeln's familiar weight settled on his shoulders.
A/N: Ooo, I like writing angry Harry. It's FUN! *grins insanely* Ah and Draco will be fine, as will Ron. And dear old Lucius' punishment will be next. *rubs hands together and gets a maniacal gleam in eyes* This will be fun. Mwaaahahahaaaaaa. ^o^
Obfirmo - Lock