Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of these characters, however the plot is mine and mine alone

A/N: Firstly a very big and humble SORRY for having not updated for so long, I did explain it all on my bio page but I guess nobody saw it. Basically my computer lost all my files and so this is the first and rather rushed attempt to re-write a story that I'd already planned out. It's not the same as it was originally going to be, but I've tried my best to keep it about the same kind of tone

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'Sorry' Harry said as he slunk down into his seat in DADA twenty minutes late, Flitwick who was covering the lesson merely looked up and nodded 

'Hey why isn't he being punished?' Draco asked looking angry that Harry wasn't told off

'I'm sure Mr Potter has a good reason for been late' Flitwick said looking annoyed at Malfoy for causing trouble

'Yeah' Harry muttered in a rather non-committed tone as he searched around his bag loudly for a quill

'Well what is it?' Flitwick thought he had better press the issue just so Malfoy couldn't complain to Snape who scared Flitwick immensely

'I slept in' Harry said rolling his eyes as though it was obvious. Quite a few people in the class snickered including Ron, however Hermione was one of the notable exceptions, as she very firmly believed that lessons should be of vital importance to everybody

'You see he had a perfectly acceptable reason' Flitwick smiled satisfied and was ready to continue the lesson but Draco was now fuming

'WHAT? Did you not hear what he said? That's not a real reason' Draco yelled in fury as he stood up and looked as he though would very gladly strangle Flitwick with his bare hands at any moment

'Mr Malfoy sit back down or I will take points off Slytherin' Flitwick shouted looking angry and Malfoy sunk back down into his seat muttering about unfair favouritism and bloody Potter. As soon as Flitwick had turned back to the board Harry turned round to face Draco and gave him an unmistakable smirk while Draco glowered angrily in return

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Harry was watching the stars above him as he walked slowly through the edge of the forbidden forest with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He'd slipped out of school in his animagus form to go for a late night stroll, but he wasn't alone the infrequent snapping of a twig told him that someone was following him

'Potter' a dark figure hissed as it emerged from behind the trees as Harry reached a clearing lit by the moonlight

'Oh a deatheater' Harry said looking decidedly bored as though he came face-to-face with cloaked killers everyday

'The dark lord has decided he will duel you tomorrow at the abandoned town hall outside Hogsmede' the deatheater stated in rather snooty tones

'I don't think so' Harry said raising an eyebrow with a snort, there was no way he was going to let any deatheater order him around

'You will be taken by force if it is required' the deatheater said in what was clearly meant to be a scary threatening voice but Harry merely looked very unimpressed and rather annoyed

'I'd like to see you try'

'Very well' the deatheater drew his wand and immediately shot a curse at Harry who sidestepped it very neatly with a glare aimed at the deatheater that would cause any normal man to quake in fear.

Harry's eyes now had the glint of destruction in them as the deatheater raised his wand preparing for another attack, but he never got the chance to carry it out as Harry with lightening-quick reflexes had pulled his own wand out and shot the disarming spell.

There was no question of it missing its target, there was no possibility of the deatheater avoiding it and that was why Harry was now in the possession of two wands. And the deatheater who had been thrown backwards by the force of the spell was starting to think that maybe he had underestimated Harry and things were unlikely to be getting better anytime soon as Harry now had a growing smirk on his face as he twirled his wand

About 10 minutes and a furnunclus, rictusempra, tarantallegra, serpensortia and a few other curses later Harry was apparently getting bored as he put his wand away and began to walk menacingly over to the deatheater. Yanking him to his feet Harry grabbed one of the deatheaters arms and pulled it very firmly behind his back with a sickening crack, letting go of the arm Harry pulled the deatheater into a headlock and holding him firm began to speak slowly and clearly 

'Now you listen very carefully. Tell Voldemort and all your other little deatheater friends to stay well away from me and Hogwarts or you'll regret it'

With those words Harry let the deatheater go and shoved him away into a tree, which the deatheater slid down against panting heavily looking rather shocked to still be alive. With a disgusted look Harry throw the deatheater's wand towards his feet and turned away preparing to leave

'Half ten tomorrow night' the deatheater managed to say in between his heavy breaths as he staggered to his feet clutching his wand firmly as though his live depended on it, which it just might have done

Harry turned back looking very shrewdly at the deatheater before giving a strange half smile as a rather wicked plot popped into his head, giving the deatheater a final parting smirk

'Get lost now Avery'

And with that Harry disappeared back into forest leaving a bruised and beaten Avery to digest what had just happened and return to his Lord with the news that his message had been delivered

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'Come in' Harry yelled as some-one knocked on his door late Saturday morning, everyone else in his dormitory had long since woken up but then they hadn't been out wrestling with deatheaters the night before

'Oh I'm sorry, I'll come back later' Hermione's head appeared round the door and promptly turned bright red as she realised Harry was stood in the middle of his room wearing nothing but boxer shorts

'No stay, I'm putting clothes on not taking them off' Harry said with a grin at Hermione's obvious embarrassment

'If you're sure' Hermione said doubtfully

'Positive, I just need to find some clothes to wear. You want to choose for me? Unless you want me to go out in just my boxers' Harry said with one eyebrow raised questioningly

'It's very cold this time of year plus it would be a scandal' Hermione said in her most practical voice stepping into the dormitory and shutting the door firmly behind her, it really wouldn't do for any of the younger students to see her alone with a practically naked Harry

'In that case help me' Harry pleaded as Hermione appeared very interested in peering closely at Dean's West Ham poster, in fact she seemed very keen on looking everywhere except at Harry

'Ok' Hermione agreed moving over to Harry's wardrobe. After a few minutes she turned back to Harry to ask 'were you aware that all you own are black and white trousers and tops?'

'That's not true' Harry protested indignantly jumping up to go next to Hermione (who was strictly following a Just-don't-look-at-his-body-and-you'll-be-fine mantra), after rooting through his clothes for a while he stood back up triumphantly and held out a t-shirt 'See this one's grey'

'It's just black faded' Hermione informed him, sticking her tongue out rather childishly at him

'Fine try the trunk over there' Harry waved in the general direction he meant as he sat back down on his bed

'Ok. Anyway why are you so concerned with your clothes, are you going out somewhere?' Hermione asked after a few minutes of silence

'Just want to look nice for my meeting with Voldemort' Harry muttered

'I'll assume your just displaying your terrible sense of humour' Hermione's head snapped up immediately as her sharp ears picked up what he had just said and she looked at him very intently

'You do that' Harry said nonchalantly with a shrug, after a few more seconds of intense staring that started to make Harry feel rather uncomfortable Hermione finally turned back to her task of searching for clothes

'What about these?' Hermione asked holding up a pair of yellow checked trousers that looked big enough for a clown or three

'Don't be silly I use them to clean my motorbike with' Harry said with a derisive snort as he recognized Dudley's horrible trousers

'Ok. In that case just go for that green shirt with black jeans' Hermione said shortly afterwards, she was apparently bored of attempting to be some kind of fashion guru

'If you're sure'

'I'm not, but if you want me to go get Parvati for you I'm sure she'd be happy to advise you' Hermione sounded rather miffed

'No no, great choice' Harry said quickly placating her, partly because he didn't want to get into a stupid argument and partly because Parvati absolutely terrified him, he'd rather face Voldemort than be stuck in a room with just Parvati. Which was in fact exactly what he was going to do

'This might sound rather crazy but did you just say you had a motorbike?' Hermione asked as she replayed the conversation in her head

'I did' Harry confirmed as he dragged himself back from his thoughts on ways he could defeat Voldemort

'Where in god's name are you hiding a motorbike?' Hermione asked rather faintly as if

'Hagrid's hut' Harry said as though it was obvious, which when you thought logically about it, it was

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'Oh teacup of wonder tell me your secrets' Ron cried dramatically waving his arms and mumbling hocus pocus, which earned a number of giggles from a very bored divination class and the attentions of Professor Sybil Trewlaney

'Class you must take this seriously' Trewlaney said trying not to look annoyed while shooting a very dirty glance to Harry and Ron's table where both boys now just stared innocently back at her

'Of course we must' Harry muttered rather sarcastically as he gazed at the ceiling and absent-mindedly stirred the end of his quill in some rather mouldy tea that was in his cup. Trewlaney frowned at him and came forward to look into Harry's future (otherwise known as his teacup)

'Oh my dear, I see you have a terrible future ahead' Trewlaney gazed intently into Harry's cup. Harry looked up briefly and smiled before holding out his hand

'Please may I see' Harry asked extremely politely, smiling so innocently that Trewlaney forgot every single lesson he'd disrupted that term

'Of course, but you must try to be brave at all you see' Trewlaney could see every member of the class watching as she placed the cup in Harry's outstretched hand

'Oh my God, noooooo' Harry cried as the entire class gave up the pretence of working to crowd round Harry's desk where Harry was gazing into his teacup with a look of pure horror on his face and Ron just looked amazed

'Harry what's wrong?' Parvati asked looking very concerned

'I saw my future and it was terrible, horrific even' Harry whispered in a hoarse voice

'Tell us what's wrong' Lavender elbowed Parvati out of the way while smiling sweetly at Harry

'I don't know if I can bear it' Harry said flinging his arms out in a fit of despair looking for all the world as if he'd just seen a ghost, which was actually highly likely as the rumour was that Myrtle was stalking him

'You must be strong' Trewlaney said patting his arm although her sympathetic gesture was rather spoiled by the very smug smile she was showing the rest of the class because Harry Potter was finally accepting she could see the future

'I saw…….I saw…….I saw' Harry stuttered nervously looking over his shoulder fearfully

'Yes' Trewlaney prompted as the entire class leaned even further forwards so everyone was in a small huddle around Harry

'I saw myself in this dingy attic that smells of cheap perfume with an old bag who's delusional for another whole year. Arrrggghhh it's more than I can take' Harrry finished with a large grin as Ron fell off his chair from laughing so hard, Dean and Seamus were clutching Neville's arm so that they didn't join Ron on the floor.

Trewlaney muttered something about needing herbal tea and dismissed the class early as she disappeared complaining of a headache as she realised Harry had yet again tricked her into looking extremely foolish

'You had me worried for a minute there mate. I thought you'd gained the inner eye or something' Ron was saying into between bursts of laughter as they descended from the tower

'Not a chance in hell'

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'Hey Harry, my mum wants to know how you are. God knows what Fred and George have told her' Ron yelled across the common room as Harry came down the stairs

'Just tell her I'm fine and get good grades' Harry said without giving the matter any real thought

'Will do that should please her' Ron smiled and turned back to his piece of parchment

'Or you could stop being such a mummy's boy' Harry muttered under his breath as he sat down

'Hey I heard that' Ron's head snapped up immediately, his face a mixture of hurt and anger

'Good to know you have ears' Harry said as the Ron's body part in question grew very red

'Don't insult my family' Ron said very slowly as he mentally counted to ten trying to keep calm

'Why not? I would have thought you'd be used to it by now' Harry sneered. In the past the very thought of insulting the Weasley's would have shocked him but nowadays things just didn't seem to matter to him anymore

'I just told you not to do that' Ron hissed through gritted teeth

'What are you gonna do about it?' Harry said with a short laugh. It was at that second that Ron lost it and lunged forwards in an attempt to punch Harry, however Harry merely held up his palm and caught Ron's clenched fist without flinching as he said 'Hey, calm down. It was just a joke'

'Yeah well it wasn't funny' Ron said with a glare as he left the common room

'Geeze what's his problem?' Harry asked to Hermione who'd been nearby but he received no answer as she gave him a very cold look and stood up to follow Ron. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his book seemingly not worried that he'd offended his best friends

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A/N: OK I'm bracing myself for the flames I feel are about to come my way for the Ron part of that chapter. But it will get worse before it gets better and so please still review

I realise that maybe you're upset with Harry arguing with Ron, but there is a very good reason for it.

As always please please please review and any comments or help you'd like to offer me I'm more than willing to accept. I honestly will at some point go back and correct all the mistakes you've already pointed out, I promise.