Chapter Fifteen

Warning(s): minor language, minor violence

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Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, glaring evilly up at the Headmaster. The resorting he requested was accepted, but he would have to wait until the first holiday. Why? Well according to Dumbledore that's how all resortings were done: on a holiday or at the beginning of the year with all the first years.

"Why would he want to be resorted anyway?" A voice whispered. Harry's keen ears picked up the conversation and he curled his lip.

"He's changed Hermione. I mean, look at him! He's different." Harry recognized the voice as Ron's. "He's darker."

"Don't be foolish! Everyone changes, and he's been through a lot." Hermione whispered back harshly. "The poor guy, I mean, everything always happens to him!"

"Poor guy? Poor guy! He's dangerous! Look what he did to Professor Dumbledore's office!" Harry rested his head on his hands and wished that Kayan and Blaze were with him.

"Maybe Dumbledore said something he shouldn't have." Hermione hissed. Harry looked up and caught her eye. He nodded once and her eyes widened. She leaned closer to him and pulled him into the conversation.

"Dumbledore lied to me." Harry replied to her questioning look. "He hid something from me and wouldn't tell me."

"I knew it!"

"Dumbledore wouldn't do that!" Ron disagreed.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Harry asked waspishly. "Because I assure you, I don't lie." Ron gulped as he caught the look in Harry's dark gaze.

"I'm not sure." He said lamely. Harry sighed and stood up.

"I'm going up to the commons." Hermione stood and followed him up. He spoke the password and they clambered in.

"I don't know why everyone is believing Dumbledore over you." Hermione said when they collapsed onto the couch. "I may like Dumbledore as a person, he has a good heart, but I can see that he is manipulative."

"He puts on a front." Harry replied. "You read the article?" Hermione nodded. "So you know why I'm angry at him."

"Yes. Everyone read it, but very few actually listened to it. They all thought it was a ruse or something." Harry snorted. "I don't. I know you wouldn't lie."

"Thank you." Hermione grinned and the portrait door opened. The Gryffindors all crowded in and Ron made his way over to the pair on the couch.

"So now you're corrupting one of ours?" Ron asked hotly. "We all know you're lying. If you were the spawn of Snape.."

"Professor Snape!"

"Then you'd be in Slytherin." Ron finished, ignoring Hermione.

"Well, isn't it just shit for you. I was supposed to be in Slytherin but I chose you over the snake den." Harry snapped. Ron's jaw snapped shut. "But if I chose this house, which is supposed to be loyal and true, then I suppose I should have just chosen the house that the hat wanted me in."

"Harry no!" Hermione cried. "You ARE welcome here, they're just confused. Tell them the truth." Harry turned to her.

"I am telling the truth."

"No you're not." Ron finally said. "Touching display but we want you out." Several people nodded. "Now."

"If he goes, I go." Hermione threatened. Ron blinked.

"Hermione…." Harry stood up and faced the group. "I'll go. But only because I planned on being re-sorted at the next holiday. Hermione, you stay." Hermione shot up and grabbed his arm.

"No."

"Pathetic. We don't need a traitor here either. Both of you get out." Harry scowled, suddenly feeling the air around him grow cold.

'Oh no.' He thought as he felt his hostile personality surface. After a brief struggle he decided to allow it to come out. Of course, he'd shove it back if it became violent…maybe.

"You know what." He heard himself say. "Maybe I'll just stay right here." Harry sat back down on the couch and grinned evilly up at the crowd of Gryffindors. Ron's jaw dropped and suddenly he looked pale.

"No. Get out." Harry stood back up and leaned foreword. He knew that he must look like a miniature version of his father, and he grinned inside.

"Why should I? I'm rightfully a Gryffindor and you aren't a Prefect or Head Boy. Why should I listen to you?" He asked. He placed his hands on his hips and vaguely registered that Hermione had disappeared.

"Because you're outnumbered." Ron tried again. Harry sneered and his hair fell foreword out of its ponytail.

"You're all a bunch of little wussies. You have to fight others in numbers. Might I mention that I'm unarmed? Still going to attack me? Of course you are. You're Gryffindors." Ron scowled and drew his wand. Harry turned his glare on full force and everyone took a step back.

"What the…" Harry felt an unseen wind blow about his feet, slowly creeping up his body. His clothes billowed about him and his hair whipped around his face. He grinned and briefly registered that there were sharp fangs where his canines used to be.

"Scared? You should be." The portrait banged open.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" The wind died down and Harry flinched back as if struck. The cold left his body and he felt his hostile personality fade.

"Father?" He questioned hesitantly. Severus sighed with relief and brushed past the shocked Gryffindors.

"It's okay now. I'm taking you down to my quarters." He turned to the Gryffindors. "I have never seen such acts of foolishness on a Gryffindors behalf! And I've never seen anyone, especially a Gryffindor, turn on another like you have. Punishments will be handed out to all of you when I calm him down and talk with your head of house."

Severus quickly led Harry out of the common room, Hermione in tow and leaving many confused and scared Gryffindors behind.

TBC

Sorry the last chapter was short.

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