Just a little idea I had floating around in my brain. It refused to leave and it was taking up space. So, I'm giving it a hand to get out. Amazing that one little idea can turn into one GIGANTIC plot bunny in a matter of days.

DISCLAIMER: I own a lizard and a dog, but last time I checked there was no Harry Potter characters.





The Resistance

By: The Aussie Slytherin





Chapter One

Seventh year Harry Jamison Potter paced impatiently by the Hogwarts Lake. He was waiting for a good friend of his to arrive.

He glanced at his watch. 'She's late,' he thought with a frown.

"Sorry I'm late, Harry, got held up in the Common Room," she gasped out, dropping to the ground exhaustedly.

"So you ran all the way down here?" he asked in amusement, sitting down bedside her.

"Of course not, I swam," she said with a perfectly straight face. They both laughed.

Considering that it was nearly midnight, you would think that these two students would be worried about getting caught. This was not the case.

When Pansy Marie Parkinson had approached Harry with the offer of friendship in the beginning of their sixth year, she had expected him to laugh in her face, or possibly hex her.

Instead, he'd asked her whether or not she was really serious, and when she had assured him that she was he had accepted her friendship happily.

They kept it a secret from everyone other than the teachers. They had then been granted permission by the Headmaster to roam around after dark, as he wanted to encourage any and all friendships between Gryffindors and Slytherins.

"So, how was your summer, Leo?" Pansy asked, using the nickname she had come up with for him.

"Liveable," Harry replied. "What about yours, Pan?"

She shrugged. "Okay I guess."

They were silent for a few minutes, just enjoying being able to be in each other's company.

Harry broke the silence as he pulled a letter out of his pocket. "You remember Fleur Delacour, right?"

"The Triwizard champion from Beuxbatons who was teachers aide here for Professor McGonagall in fifth year? Of course I do. Why do you ask?"

"We became really good friends over the year, sort of like you and I did. We've kept in touch by letters, and two days ago she sent me a very interesting one that I want you to read."

Pansy nodded and held out her hand, taking the plain white envelope from his hand. She opened it, unfolded the parchment and began to read the letter.



Dear Harry,

I hope this letter finds you well, my friend.

You remember a few months back when I told you that I was gathering a small resistance against the Dark Lord? There are eleven of us now, and sometime soon we will be moving to England to be closer to the fight.

Do you know of anyone trustworthy who would be willing to join us? I am sure that you yourself are far to busy, but we do need to increase our numbers.

Speaking of old Voldie, how goes the war?

I hope to hear from you soon.

Love from Fleur.



Pansy looked up from the letter and handed it back to Harry. "What are you going to do?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm going to do anything?" he said with a sly grin.

She laughed. "When would the great Harry Potter ever not help a friend?"

Harry merely rolled his eyes. "You know me far too well, Miss Parkinson."

"Indeed I do, Mr Potter, and I still want to know what you're planning to do in regard to Miss Delacour."

"Help her, of course," he said with a sigh. "Do you know of anyone trustworthy and willing?"

Pansy shrugged and hid a smile. "Draco might like to."

Harry blinked. Then he blinked again. "Er, Pan, I think I was hearing things; could you repeat that for me?"

She giggled. "I said, Leo, that Draco would be trustworthy and probably willing."

Harry collapsed onto the grass and pretended to have a heart attack.

Pansy laughed. "Really Harry, it's not that shocking. I told you that he wasn't going to become a Death Eater if his life depended on it. Oh, and by the way, Vince and Greg are trustworthy too."

He sat up, staring at her. "It's times like these you need...." He pulled something out of his pocket and held it up triumphantly. "Minties!!!"

She gave him a look. "You're weird, do I know you?"

He laughed slightly and handed her one of the things that he'd pulled out of his pocket. "Mintie? They're Muggle sweets."

She shook her head in wonder. "I'll never understand you, Harry."

He looked at his watch. "We'd better go inside, and get some beauty sleep. You need it."

She hit him on the arm for that comment. "And we talk to Draco, Vince and Greg in the morning?"

"Yep, sometime between breakfast and lunch."

"Leo, we have classes."

"Pan, it's Saturday. We DON'T have classes."

Pansy smiled. "Good thing you're around, otherwise I might have gone to Transfiguration tomorrow."

"You mean today. It's nearly three."

They made their way into the castle, parting at the Entrance Hall.

"Goodnight Leo."

"'Night Pan."

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Harry snuck inside the boys' dorms, hoping that no one had woken up when he'd closed the door just a little too loudly. Well okay, he pretty much slammed it, but it wasn't his fault. Really.

"Harry?" a voice whispered in the dark.

He winced. 'Caught.' "Yes Dean?"

"We've been wondering where you were," he answered, walking over to him.

"We?" Harry asked cautiously, hoping that it wasn't Ron.

"Me and Seamus."

Harry sighed, he wasn't sure if that was better or worse. "Oh."

The two boys grabbed one of his arms each, and pulled him down to the Common Room.

"Spill," Seamus commanded once they were sitting either side of Harry on a couch by the fire. "We want to know."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Are you dating a Hufflepuff? Sleeping with Malfoy? Tutoring Crabbe and Goyle?"

Harry blinked. "No to all of the above. I'm just spending time with a friend."

"Malfoy," Seamus said triumphantly. "You wouldn't hide it if it weren't a Slytherin."

"Well, it IS a Slytherin, just not Malfoy."

"Goyle?"

"No Seamus."

"Crabbe?"

"No Seamus."

"Snape?"

"Seamus!"

He laughed. "Sorry Harry, I couldn't resist. Really. It's one of those involuntary things."

"So who is this mysterious friend of yours then?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Blaise Zabini?"

"No Seamus."

"Pansy Parkinson?"

Harry smiled. "You finally got it Seamus."

They stared at him. "Really?" Dean asked. "What's she like?"

He shook his head and laughed. "You two are insane."

"Hey, what are you three doing up?" a very sleepy Ron Weasley asked from the stairs.

"Just plotting your death, Ronnikins, nothing to worry about," Harry said with a straight face. "You might as well go back to bed."

"Sure Harry, whatever," he mumbled, wandering back up the stairs, his hair sticking up at all angles.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "You're strange, Harry, I'll give you that much."

"Don't worry about us telling people about Pansy, either," Seamus said with a grin. "As long as we get to come next time you meet her, we'll be quiet."

Harry shrugged. "Okay, if you want. I don't think Pansy will mind."

"Let's go back to bed, Dean needs his beauty sleep."

"Badly," Harry commented helpfully.

Both he and Seamus woke up that morning with bright pink hair, and unfortunately Dean had used a spell that enabled only the caster of the spell to remove it.





I hope that I've caught at least a few people's attention, and I'd love for you to review. Really, I would.

~ TAS