Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

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A.N.  Hey. I was supposed to finish this chapter awhile ago, but my damn computer was messed up, and I lost everything, including the next 3 chapters for this story. Anyway, I'll try to quickly write these chapters back up, but here's chapter 10.

Sapphire Lotus- Thank you, and you have no idea how much that means to me.

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Galen Woolfmoon- Thanks. Anyway, Harry should become a bit more badass in the later books, I mean, no one can really keep that goody-two shoes attitude when their life is so fucked up.

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Skysong1-Yeah. Dark fics are excellent, but there aren't too many of them out there.

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It seemed like a strange scene from a movie. Two rivals/enemies standing face to face, one holding out his hand, the other slowly reaching to shake it.

Then, as time sped back to normal, the two suddenly whipped their heads to look at the door.  Footsteps were sounding in the hallway.

In a split second, understanding the danger of being seen together, especially in the Gryffindor common room, Draco grabbed his invisibility cloak, and dove behind a couch.

Harry quickly grabbed his book, and sprawled across it as Draco pulled the cloak over himself.

As the portrait slowly swung open, Harry could feel Draco peering over the top of the armrest of the couch, ready to make his escape.

Suddenly, just as Draco saw Harry stiffen, he heard the all too familiar voice of their transfiguration teach, coming from where she stood.

"Potter? Have you been anywhere near the library today?"

Harry snarled softly to himself as he struggled to keep his composure.

"No."

The professor slowly entered the room, coming closer.

"What are you reading?"

Harry was now looking frantically in Draco's direction, and Draco could feel Harry's foot nudging the pocket where the wand lay.

"A book on neurology."

From where he kneeled, Draco could barely make out the title, the words were rather messy, but he was sure part of it said something about Finnish. Why was Potter going on about…? AH!

Draco carefully pulled out his wand, making sure he couldn't be seen, and in a second, changed the book in Harry's hands to a book on, well, whatever he had said."

"Neuro… what?"

She came closer, leaning to see the title of the book over Potter's shoulder.

Harry was struggling to breathe; he was literally using his magic to keep himself seated.

As McGonagall glanced, then straightened up, Draco slowly edged around the professor, quietly, carefully.

"Potter…"

She started, then sighed, shutting her mouth.

"Never mind."

She turned, and headed back towards the portrait hole, Draco walking slowly behind her.

Suddenly, Harry spoke up.

Nodding in Draco's Direction, "Professor, is there anything happening tomorrow at 8?"

McGonagall turned looking confused.

"What is this about Potter?"

"Oh, nothing. Sorry Professor." (Sarcasm) 

Still looking confused, McGonagall swept out, Draco following closely behind.

Harry turned back to his book which had reverted back to its original text.

He had managed to translate part of the book that was written in modern Atlantian to Swahili, then to African Bush clicks, then to Turkish, and now, into a readable language. Finnish.

Soon, when the time was right, he would strike, and the world would be his.

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Easter Eggs!

"to keep his composure" –think Willard.

The neurology is just this random thing that popped into my head during History class yesterday. Just absolutely random.

African Bush Clicks, according to a reliable source, is one of the hardest languages to master.