Sorry this took so long to get out. But I've been having to study for my end of the year tests and the teachers have been giving in their last bursts of homework before school ends (May 30!).

I made the chapter a little bit longer than normal as compensation so I hope you enjoy and don't get too bored with its length.

And just to say… I do take into consideration all the answers to the suggestions that I receive but they usually don't (if at all) appear in the next chapter right away. So if you're waiting for certain events to happen, be patient and it will come up eventually.

Changed Perspectives

            Eyes of the purest blue with hints of silver stared down into the emerald and gold-specked eyes below them. "Have you never heard of the Songs of Solomon before, my beloved Phoenix?"

            "No, dear Dragon, I haven't. What are they about?"

            "Possibly some of the most romantic words ever written by mankind." A pause was given for a tender kiss on the corner of the lips. "The beginning verse goes like this: 'Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.' And that is just a sample."

            Emerald eyes blinked lazily at the figure above as lips moved towards the blonde's ear. "Have you heard of the poem 'Longing' by Matthew Arnold? That is qualified as love, unrequited, but love none the less."

            "Care to tell?"

            "The first four lines, and the last four for that matter, go as such…" The mouth passed gently over lips before moving back to the ear to whisper.

            'Come to me in my dreams, and then

            By day I shall be well again.

            For the night will more than pay

            The hopeless longing of the day."

            Blue eyes sparkled at the whispered words. "The words are very beautiful, Harry, but nothing can ever compare to you…"

            Draco sat up quickly as he heard his alarm clock go off at six o'clock the next morning.

            "What the bloody hell is that?" Harry groaned from the other side of the room as he opened his curtains around his bed and stumbled out of his bed, angry hissing coming from Salazar as his slumber was interrupted. "Why in Merlin's name is there a miniature dragon roaring by your bed?" Harry glanced at an ornate grandfather clock with the moon phases across its face along the deeply shadowed wall by the window. "The sun isn't even up yet! And it's only five forty-five in the morning! What on earth? This is a Saturday for Merlin's sakes. I'm going back to bed."

            Draco closed his eyes as he tried to remember his dream and ignore his new found friend's ranting (he was clearly not a morning person) but decided it was a futile attempt and just grabbed Harry's arm. "First of all, that miniature dragon is my clock. Just rub his belly to see the time in the air. And second of all, you are not going to bed so hurry up and get dressed. We only have a few minutes."

            Harry blearily blinked his eyes and Draco suddenly had a vision of emerald and gold eyes blinking just as so on a face with kiss-swollen lips whispering words of endearment. As it seemed that the other boy wasn't about to move any time soon, Draco went to his own wardrobe and pair of tight-fitting black slacks, an undershirt, and an emerald green button down shirt and tossed them to Harry.

            "I noticed that you don't have very many clothes that fit outside of our school uniforms. We seem to be about the same size and height," Draco looked at his friend's almost six foot tall form, "so borrow these. First Hogsmeade trip we are going to be going to Gladrags to get some better clothes for you on account."

            Harry just nodded tiredly, barely registering the words, as he pulled on the clothes in his side of the room with his back to Draco. After the two finished dressing Draco led them out of the room, Harry still stumbling slightly and mumbling about early-morning weirdoes. "With you please explain why we are going upstairs right now?"

            "To watch the sunrise, of course."

            Draco opened the door at the top of the moving steps and pulled Harry into the Circle and over the to observation deck. And so they watched the sun rise that early Saturday morning.

*

            Four and a half hours later Harry and Draco were down in the Slytherin common room after breakfast with Blaise, Greg, and Vince. The latter three of the five were laughing uproariously. "So Draco woke you up for his annual watch the sun rise on the first morning back at Hogwarts tradition?"

            "Yes." Harry stated with a fake little pout on his face.

            Draco snorted. "Have none of you ever heard of carpe diem? Seize the day! Now, can you do that snoring in your beds until the last possible moment to wake up before becoming late?"

            The green-eyed Slytherin just rolled his eyes. "I tend to go more for the carpe noctem motto. Seize the night." At everyone's skeptical glances he said. "What can I say? I live for the night."

            Draco seemed to go into an unnoticed daze that the last three words that were spoken. For the night.

            "The wizarding world savior, a person of the dark of night? Who would have thought?" Blaise asked.

            "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

            I took the one less traveled by,

            And that has made all the difference." Harry quoted smoothly as a retort. "What else can I say? I guess I'm just not one to go with the flow."

            "Did you just make that up right now? It was a nice poem." Vince asked. "I could never write anything that well."

            "No, I didn't write it. It's from a poem called 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost. It's one of my favorites."

            Isabelle Carnahan stood up and shouted. "Everyone be quiet! Professor Snape will be here shortly. I need everyone to find their year mates and sit in a group together with them. And don't misbehave when our head of house arrives."

            A few minutes later, everyone had separated into their different level groups and Severus Snape walked into the common room.

            "Welcome back to the Slytherin house and for the first time first years and Mr. Potter." Harry kept an emotionless gaze as almost everyone turned to look at him for a moment. "This morning, we will discuss the expectations of our house. And I am sorry that I will be taking away from your Saturday but this will only take a moment. First of all, I will not tolerate anyone insulting or purposing harming any of their housemates in am occasion out of jest and self-protection. That includes in harming Harry Potter. Second, should you decide to break any rules, I do not want to hear a wind of it unless it is for an important reason. This does not include going to a broom shed for a quick snog. If you need any examples of reasons to break rules and what are some idiotic bonehead ways to get caught, then ask Harry Potter, if he wishes to answer."

            Harry was surprised to notice that the professor had a slight smile on his face while gazing around at the students. "Has he been drinking lately?" he leaned over to whisper to Draco.

            "No. He just acts like a mean bastard outside of the Slytherin house. Of course, then again, he is mean bastard most the time. But he's not as harsh and cruel as most people believe."

            "As we do every year, we will be assigning a first year to every sixth year for the first month of school to help the new students learn their way around. Throughout the school year, and the next one as well, these older students will become your mentors, first years. They are known as your big brother or sister.

            "Fifth and seventh years will be required to spend at least twenty minutes every weeknight from now on studying and/or reading a recommended book for their level. I know that O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s are months away but I will have you be as prepared as possible so that you may get the best scores possible for your abilities. If you ever need help practicing a spell do not be afraid to ask me." Snape looked to the two age groups he was talking about.

            "I trust that Isabelle has already assigned a first year to a fellow student."

            "I wasn't able to Severus…"

            Snape interrupted her. "That reminds me. If you should ever have any problems; school, family, or even about the Death Eaters, do not be afraid to come and talk to me. I am almost always willing to listen. And you may call me Severus in private. But never when anyone outside of this house or their families is present."

            He turned back to look at Isabelle. "I wasn't able to put a first year to every sixth because we have more first years this year than sixth. Shawn O'Connor doesn't have a partner."

            "Ah." Severus looked around the room. "I noticed yesterday that Harry has already seemed to have become friends with Shawn. So I hope you don't mind becoming his 'big brother' as you haven't had this experience before…"

            "That'll be fine."

            "Good. I believe that is all I have to talk about this morning. Enjoy the rest of your day. And study times start this coming Monday." Severus left the room and Harry went over to sit by Shawn.

            "So, little brother, where do you want to go?"

Shawn glanced up towards the high windows and the blue sky with large white cumulous clouds. "Outside looks nice, can we go?"

"Of course."

"See you all later." Harry and Shawn went over to the section of the wall that was the exit of the common room and pulled down the torch next to it and went out as the wall opened fully.

As they walked towards the entrance hall to go outside, Harry started explaining everything he could about Hogwarts and the grounds. "Of course, there are many other doors leading outside, but they mostly go into gardens the size of a small vegetable patch to one that may rival the palace at Versailles or so I've heard. Other doors lead to small courtyard where you can go outside to do homework and such.

They climbed up a small stone staircase to reach the level above. "As you have probably noticed, you cannot use the portraits and suits of armor as landmarks because they all move."

Shawn sighed as he looked around the hallway. "Too bad there isn't just a map of this place somewhere… I mean, well, I know that Hogwarts is magical and that it changes all the time but there has to be a magical map of this place somewhere."

Harry started at that comment. "I had one."

"What?" Shawn asked.

"Promise you won't tell under threat of severe hexes?" At Shawn's nod he continued. "I had a map of Hogwarts. But I let someone borrow it last year. And now they're gone and I have no idea where the map is anymore."

"Have you tried writing the person?"

"No can do. Dementor's kiss took his soul."

"Ah." Shawn thought for a moment before asking. "Have you thought of just casting a Summoning Charm as seeing if it will come to you?"

Harry stopped short at that. "You are a bloody genius! I hadn't thought of that before! I have to go tell Draco… And then see if casting the spell will work…"

Shawn smiled at the enthusiasm is he friend's voice. "I can see the entrance hall now. I'll just be waiting by the lake."

"Okay. I'll be there in just a minute." Harry turned and ran down the corridors to get back to the Slytherin common room to tell Draco and all the others about the map.

The first year Slytherin shook his head slightly at the actions of his friend and turned to walk calmly out the entrance hall and towards the lake. But just as he was relaxing by the lake an angry voice called out, "Hey, look all. It's the damn little Slytherin know-it-all."

*

"Will you please explain to me why we are doing this again, Narcissa?" Lucius Malfoy asked his wife as they got dressed in their magnificent master bedroom of the Malfoy Manor located by the coast of Ireland. They were both standing in front of an ornate gold mirror that reflected the view of the sea from the window overlooking the cliff and ocean on the other side of the room as well as themselves.

"Because, Luc, even though letters can speak tons it would be better for us to see the poor boy face to face to say that we are sorry. We can invite him to visit the manor if he wants or even stay during the summer so that he doesn't have to stay with those poor excuses of Muggles again. And anyways, we haven't talked with Severus in quite a long time. Of course, we will have to discuss Harry and maybe inviting him here."

"Narcissa, darling, I believe that you are forgetting that we are Death Eaters. We are two of the Death Eaters to Voldemort, Narcissa… We can't just invite the boy over here. Voldemort will probably already be here for goodness' sakes, Cissa."

The blonde woman waved her hand in a fleeting gesture. "That is but a small technicality. Anyways, the snake face has his own bloody house in that Little Whatever town. He can stay there during the Christmas and summer."

"I don't think it will be quite as simple as that."

"I still don't understand why you insist on bowing down to that fool."

"I do not insist on it, Narcissa. But I can't very well go up to him and say that I offer my resignation from his elite mass murdering Death Eaters, now can I?" Lucius asked as he grabbed a piece of black leather to tie back his long hair. "Even though the boy is now in Slytherin according to Draco, I don't believe that Voldemort will be happy to stop killing Muggles for him. And even I don't dare challenge Voldemort. He is too powerful."

"He isn't all that powerful if a one year old boy could destroy him for thirteen years without even trying, is he?" Narcissa asked cryptically.

Lucius glared at his wife at that comment.

"I mean it Lucius. I have been talking to the other Death Eaters. Almost all of them are tired of Voldemort. If you all would just band together I am positive you could destroy him for good. And then Harry could come over here whenever he wished to."

"For goodness' sakes, Lucius. Just go up to Voldemort and say, 'my lord, since Potter isn't a Gryffindor anymore and has all but proclaimed his distrust of Dumbledore there isn't any reason for trying to kill him anymore is there?'"

"Cissa, the boy defied him; humiliated him. He nearly killed him for Salazar's sake. Voldemort isn't going to forgive that." Lucius picked up his snake cane and held his arm out for Narcissa to take as he escorted her to the apparition room of the manor. The Malfoy Manor had a specific room where the occupants could apparate out but no one could get in.

"We can discuss this all with Dumbledore when we get to Hogwarts. Or maybe not Dumbledore as he annoys me to no end, but we can talk to at least Severus. Now come on, we can apparate to the gates and walk by that favorite path of ours by the lake from on time at the school."

Lucius chuckled at the remembrances of their schooldays. "You were quite the vivacious Slytherin girl, weren't you? How could I have resisted your charming beauty and persona?"

*

Harry grabbed Draco's arm and started dragging him out to the lake, the other fifth year Slytherins following clearly amused. Salazar the snake was hissing animatedly from his position around Harry's neck; upset that his afternoon of basking in the sunlight coming from the Circle had been interrupted.

"Remember how I told you about a certain piece of parchment that was my father's that I had believed lost." The others nodded. "Well, it isn't just a piece of parchment. It is a magical map of Hogwarts that shows not only hidden rooms and secret passages but also passwords into almost every place."

Pansy gasped. "Which geniuses invented that?"

"My father did with the help of his friends." Harry answered back. "But that isn't the point at this moment in time. I thought that I would never see it again. But then Shawn asked if I had lost something, why didn't I just summon it to me?"

"I swear that kid is a bloody future Einstein." Draco said as he went after Harry.

"If the charm works, can you imagine what all we could do with that map? Think Ron Weasley waking up in the morning with his hair purple."

"Ah, what a wonderful thought, Harry. Such a wonderful thought."

*

Shawn turned around to see Ron Weasley standing by him, face red and anger quite noticeable. He was flanked by quite a number of the younger years of the Gryffindor house.

"Oh, it's you." The first year turned away to go back to watching the giant squid in the lake while waiting for Harry.

"Don't you dare turn your back on me you—you dumbass Slytherin!" Ron shouted.

Shawn just snorted and rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor's antics.

"Why you!" Ron shouted. "Rictisempra!"

At that angrily yelled spell, Shawn was sent flying into the air and landing harshly on the ground a few feet away. "And I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be the honorable type," Shawn whispered to himself as he pushed himself off of the ground with his arms.

Seamus Finnegan arrived at the scene followed by Dean. "Ron, what on Earth are ye doing?" he asked incredulously.

"Punishing the Slytherin brat." Ron replied angrily, pulling out his wand again.

"What? You can't do that!" Dean shouted.

"Just watch me."

The other Gryffindors were all cheering on Ron as he turned to curse Shawn again. "Tsk, tsk, tsk Weasley. You would have thought that your parents had told you more manners than that. And really, casting a second year spell?" Shawn said angrily, watching as a few of the stronger Gryffindors pushed back the two that had been trying to help him.

Ron raised his wand to call out another curse but before he could pronounce the words and Shawn could grab his wand, a pale hand reached and grabbed Ron's wand from his hand. "And what may I ask is going on?"

At that moment Draco and the rest of the fifth year Slytherins showed up, forgetting in that moment all about there discussion of pranks and other things to do if the summoning charm worked on the map. "Father, mother? What are you two doing here?"

"We were just stopping by when we noticed the Weasley child," Ron fumed at the word child, "attempting to curse someone so obviously younger than he was, therefore meaning that he was in a younger year and not as trained. And to say that he was doing it rather unsuccessfully too. Really, attacking a younger student." Lucius shook his head. "Now, Draco, your mother and I will talk to you later but now we must speak with your illustrious potions master. Any idea where he might be?"

"In his office most likely, father."

Narcissa smiled at Harry warmly from beside her husband. "I wish to speak to you later, Harry. We have much to catch up on." She then turned to her husband. "Let the boy have his wand. We aren't the ones to give out punishment, Lucius."

"The boy had better be glad that we aren't." Lucius scowled as he said his salutations to the Slytherins before following his wife.

TBC…

The beginning dream was just to give a taste of how Draco and Harry can be together—even though Draco can't even remember having the dream. And I was listening to 'Music of the Night' from Phantom of the Opera sung by Michael Crawford while writing it. The mood of what you write depends on what you listen to in my opinion.

Story Ideas:

            How should Ron be punished? (A and B can be matched with C or D)

a) someone pushes him into the lake

b) Salazar (the snake, mind) scare the heck out of him

c) assigned detention for one week with a sardonic Snape

d) has to become Shawn's servant every night for a week

Who should the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher be?

           

a) Remus Lupin again

b) Arabella Figg (NOT under aging potion)

c) an Auror (tell if male or female)

d) other

            Should—

           

a) Draco slowly remember his dream (i.e., familiar words and such)

b) Have another dream that he does remember

Damn, that's a lot of choices…

Well, leave any other suggestions you have in the mailbox (or just a review would be fine).