I own nothing, J K Rowling IS Harry Potter. All my 'ideas' are basically ripped from stuff I enjoy; Harry Potter (duh!), Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, Dragonball, The Matrix, The Lion King, 24, and anything else that even remotely looks far too creative for me to just make up! Don't say I didn't warn you alright!

I like to think there were other reasons, apart from being able to detect a bit of Voldemort, why the Sorting Hat wanted to place Harry in Slytherin. I like the idea of Harry being rather cunning at times. He is the son (and Godson!) of a Marauder after all!

Chapter 24 – Like Father Like Son

The bell had sounded and Harry was making his way to the door when Remus spoke.

"Harry, can I see you for a moment please?"

Harry nodded and made his way back to the stage where Remus and Trent were.

"What is it, Professor?"

"It's Remus out of class, Harry. I need to tell you something."

Harry was confused, but nodded anyway. Remus then put up a silencing charm before turning to Harry.

"It's about Peter."

Harry froze. He immediately threw up his mental barriers so Remus wouldn't know that Harry had been visiting Peter. 'He hasn't found out I know he's here, has he?' Harry thought, before Remus continued,

"He's here at Hogwarts, Harry. Has been since the start of the year. I've chatted with him on several occasions. Two nights ago, he told me something…shocking. I'm going to pay him another visit later tonight. I'd like you to come with me."

Harry looked stunned.

"You…you want me to visit that…traitor?" he spat out.

"I do. Please, do this for me. And for Sirius, and your parents" Remus pleaded.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "fine. I can't believe you haven't told me he's here before now."

"I'm sorry, but Dumbledore didn't want anyone knowing."

Harry bit his lip. He knew Peter hadn't told anyone about Harry visiting him, and felt that what Remus was talking about was the same thing that he'd asked Peter about last night. In other words, when Peter had told him that he'd informed Remus of him being sorry for what he'd done to Harry's parents.

He looked up at Remus before saying "ok then. I'll just wait for you outside Trent's office."

Remus nodded and added "eight o'clock, Harry. Please don't be late."

Harry walked out of the door and raced back to his dorm. Ron and Hermione were waiting for him in the common room and bombarded him with questions. Harry waved them off telling them that Remus just merely wanted to discuss Harry's last essay about monumental duels of the past. That satisfied them both and Harry dashed up to his bed, and pulled out the map and Sirius' mirror.

He waited until no one was around himself or Peter's cell, before contacting Peter and relaying the message Remus had given him. Peter agreed that they should both act cold to each other, and not give anything away that only the two of them knew about.

Harry then went to the Great Hall for dinner with Ron and Hermione, before meeting up with Remus outside Trent's office. Remus apologised again to Harry, before saying that he needed to be blindfolded so he wouldn't know where to find Peter after they'd come back. Harry was lead through a maze of corridors before finally Remus removed the blindfold.

"Pettigrew" Harry spat.

Peter narrowed his eyes. "What's he doing here, Remus? I thought it was prohibited for students to come into this dungeon."

Remus explained the situation, and both Harry and Peter played along. Harry listened with a bored look on his face while Peter told him how sorry he was. Then Peter looked thoroughly disappointed when Harry told him in no uncertain terms that he didn't believe a word of it. The meeting lasted about half an hour, during most of which Harry spent glaring at Peter.

Once Remus and Harry had come back to Trent's office (with Harry again being blindfolded), Remus apologised once more to Harry for having to listen to Peter's story. Harry then went back to his dorm and started on his Transfiguration essay about Metamorphmagi with a content smile on his face.

The final Quidditch match of the season dawned. Gryffindor verse Slytherin. The prize at stake was the Quidditch cup. Both teams had won their opening two games, and Gryffindor was only ahead on points difference. Harry was in the dressing room giving his team talk.

"Alright, there's no nice way of saying this. Slytherin will do anything, and I mean anything to win this game. It'll be the dirtiest game any of you have ever played in, namely because of their captain."

It was just Harry's luck that Malfoy had been made Slytherin captain. Now he was forced to shake his hand, something Harry was not looking forward to.

"Relax Harry, we know it'll be rough. Let's just get out there and kick some a…"

"That's quite enough, Ron. I know I'm not good at this speech stuff, so just go and enjoy the moment. Focus on your jobs. Andrew, Jack, you two make sure to disrupt their chasers as much as possible. You three…"

Harry pointed to Katie, Rick and Ginny before continuing,

"Work much better than their chasers do, so make it count. Ron, just imagine that for every goal you let through, you have to spend some quality time with Aragog."

He smirked when he saw Ron's eyes bulge, before Rick asked "who's Aragog?"

"It's just a thing between me and Ron, Rick. It's nothing worry about. I'm just trying to fire him up for this. Let's DO THIS!"

With that, Harry mounted his broom and sped off to the waiting crowd, the rest of the team following him out.

Madam Hooch walked onto the field and looked at them all.

"Now, I know that there's no point in saying this, but I'm going to say it anyway. I want a nice clean game from all of you! Captains, shake hands" she told them all sternly.

Harry briefly grabbed Draco's outstretched hand, before dropping it just as quickly. Madam Hooch knelt down and unbuckled the bludgers and let loose the golden snitch. She picked up the quaffle and threw it up into the air.

Dennis Creevey was commentating.

"And the much anticipated game begins! Ginny Weasley with the quaffle and ooh, that's got to hurt! Hit in the arm by a bludger from Crabbe! Ouch! Weasley drops the quaffle which is now in possession of Nott!"

While this was happening, Harry was looking everywhere for the snitch, along with listening to the commentary. He had to win this game, not just for himself, but to get back at Malfoy for what he did in their first Duelling class. Harry's head narrowly missed a bludger that was heading in his direction. He turned to see who had done it and came face-to-face with Malfoy instead.

"Alright there, Potter? Trying to make everyone proud, are we?" he questioned and started laughing.

Harry felt his blood slowly start to boil. With a determined look on his face, Harry raced straight towards him. The whole crowd went quiet as Harry raced towards Malfoy and forced him to abruptly change course, so that he nearly fell off his broom.

"Watch it, Potter! Unless you want something bad to happen to your mudblood friend over there" he said, jabbing his thumb over to where Hermione was sitting in the crowd. Harry's eyes shot open with anger.

"Tell you what, I'll make you a deal, let Slytherin win this game and she won't get hurt, unless you're totally heartless and don't care about what happens to her" Draco said, grinning now.

Harry's eyes started to blaze with anger. Malfoy was threatening him. But what could he do? Let Slytherin win and cop the wrath from his fellow classmates? Or, should he go for the snitch and try to defend Hermione against whatever they might have in store for her. He could warn everyone when he landed on the ground about what Malfoy was going to do, but no one would hear him. They'd be too busy cheering.

While mulling this over, there was a sudden gasp. Malfoy was diving down at something and Harry realised that he must have been after the snitch, but Harry couldn't see a glint of gold anywhere near him. He was probably doing a feint. And indeed he was because when he turned around to see if Harry was following, he gave a look of disappointment before flying back up again.

'Harry, Harry!' Remus' voice could be heard inside Harry's mind.

'Don't listen to Draco. I know what he said to you, hell you're practically screaming about it in your head! Get the snitch. I'll inform Dumbledore, and nothing will happen to Hermione.'

Harry smiled and felt his anger slowly recede. He then went off in search of the snitch.

"And Weasley has the quaffle, nice dodge around Goyle there, passes to Symonds. He shoots, he scores!" The crowd let out a wild cheer. It was now 30-0 to Gryffindor. Harry was still scanning the area trying to find the snitch.

Harry grinned to himself, he decided to trick Malfoy. Do the Wronski Feint, then try and find the snitch while he was out of the way. Suddenly, Harry went down into an incredibly fast dive. Everyone gasped and turned to look, even both the Quidditch teams had stopped to stare at what was happening. Malfoy, sensing that Harry had spotted the snitch raced after him.

"It looks like Harry's spotted the snitch!" Dennis commented to the quiet crowd. All too quickly, Harry pulled up out of his dive, while Draco carried on sailing downwards and hit the ground, with a sickening crunch, rendering him unconscious. There was immediate uproar from the Slytherin's and yells of "he can't do that!"

Harry grinned and took off in the opposite direction. This time, he'd spotted the snitch and was gaining on it.

"COME ON, HARRY! YOU CAN DO IT!" came Dennis' cry from the commentator's box.

Harry flew downwards, putting on a burst of speed, before pulling up inches from the ground. He flew up to where Ron was hovering in front of the goals, clutching the tiny golden ball.

Harry looked back at Ron and saw him beaming, before being engulfed by Katie and Ginny. He felt the others thumping him on the back and screaming

"WE'VE WON! WE'VE WON THE CUP!"

Harry then led the team in a slow and lazy victory lap before descending to the ground. It was pandemonium. The entire Gryffindor house had streamed onto the pitch and were waiting when the team landed.

Harry could see Professor McGonagall looking incredibly pleased. He saw Hermione waving a massive Gryffindor flag around wildly. Harry hardly heard any of the praise his house was heaping on him, before he and the rest of the team were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. He saw Dean, Seamus and Neville performing an odd looking victory jig. He saw Remus with a big grin on his face and his arm outstretched while Trent dumped a bag into it. Trent was shaking his head in disbelief.

Harry and the team then made their way onto the stage. Dumbledore presented Harry with the enormous cup that meant that Gryffindor had retained the Quidditch cup for another year. As Harry lifted the cup above his head, he heard Remus talking telepathically to him again,

'Like father like son, Harry. You'd have made James so proud.'