Harry had been in the dungeons before, but this particular morning it seemed different. The cold walls were not as unwelcoming and the moisture in the air no longer seemed cold and wet. Draco had been very understanding so far today. After letting Harry borrow his robes, he left their dormitory early to warn the Slytheirns not to say anything to Harry which wouldn't be said to him. Harry found it odd to walk through the Slytherin common room without insults being thrown at him. It felt the same now, as he was walking up to breakfast from the dungeons, instead of down from the Gryffindor Tower.

As Harry and Draco entered the Great Hall, everyone who was eating stopped and looked at them. Draco didn't seem to like the attention and he walked quickly over to the Slytherin table. Harry stood a little longer as his routine walk-to-the-Gryffindor-table bones fought against the order to follow Draco. Harry ended up swaying slightly. Draco whistled, causing Harry to finally walk towards the Slytherin table and seat himself between Draco and a first year girl. Little by little, the Hall began to continue eating. Harry found that he wasn't so hungry due to the sickness that was circling in his stomach. All he took was a slice of toast and even that didn't look very appetising. The girl next to him stared as if he was an animal at a zoo. It was Rachel Conner that Harry seen being sorted the previous night.

'Hi,' she said suddenly. 'I'm Rachel.'

Harry strained a smile and replied, 'I'm Harry.'

Rachel laughed, 'I know that, everybody knows that!' she cried.

'Yeah, I guess they do, don't they...'Harry said.

Rachel grinned, 'You were in Gryffindor, weren't you?'

Harry nodded.

'My twin sister, Greer, is in Gryffindor.' Rachel said in a matter-of-fact tone. 'She asked if Slytherin was OK and she told me she likes it in Gryffindor and that she's got two friends, but I said I had Harry Potter in our house. I hope she's jealous now. Who would really want to be in Gryffindor anyway?'

Draco decided to cut in. 'would you shut up please?' he asked angrily.

Rachel sneered at him but shut up all the same. Draco stared at his food and gave it an irritated look. He stood.

'Had enough?' he asked Harry.

Harry wasn't sure if he was asking about enough food or enough of people staring at him, but the answer was yes to both so nodded and stood up as well.

They exited the hall and bumped into Ron and Hermione.

'Harry, mate!' Ron cried. 'How was it? Has Dumbledore said anything to you? Where are you going? Have you already had breakfast?'

The rush of questions annoyed Harry and he answered them in one breathe.

'It was fine Ron, no, Dumbledore hasn't said anything to me, I'm going to my dormitory to get my books ready and yes I've already had breakfast, thank you.'

Hermione gave Draco a suspicious look. 'So how are you two getting on?' she said cautiously.

Draco shrugged. 'Fine,' he mumbled, before turning to Harry, 'can we please go now?'

Harry nodded and waved goodbye to Hermione and Ron, leaving them wide-eyed, mouths slightly ajar.

What's their problem, Harry thought. He entered the dungeons. His mind then began to ponder over how he was going to make friends with the other Slytherin's. A little, unnoticeable voice at the back of is head muttered 'who needs Gryffindor's as friends anyway, when you can have Slytherin's as friends...'

The potions master slammed his classroom door, frightening most students in the process. Neville Longbottom even dropped a glass vile.

'Longbottom! Get that cleaned up this instant!' Professor Snape snapped, watching the quivering boy run to his mess.

Harry found this unusually entertaining. He sniggered along with the Slytherin's as Hermione helped pick up the tiny pieces of glass. She gasped, her finger was cut. Ron rushed to see if she was okay.

The Weasel and Mudblood, Harry thought, they two deserve each other.

Harry suddenly realized what he just thought and was shocked. He had just criticized his two best friends! His sudden hurtful expression went un-noticed by the class. Draco smirked at Hermione.

'I'm surprised,' he said carelessly, 'I would have thought your blood would be brown, considering you're a mud-blood.'

Ron stood up abruptly, raising his fists.

'Oh, dear,' Harry said sarcastically, 'it appears Weasel King wants to get his hands dirty, I wouldn't bother, you have got the dirtiest hands at Hogwarts already, no need to try and beat your own record.'

The Slytherin's roared with laughter.

'Harry...?', Hermione started.

'Be quiet, Mudblood for once in your life!'

The Gryffindor's all looked shell shocked. He boy they all knew and loved was changing into something they have grown to hate. Harry was different.

Snape seemed to have gone deaf until now, where he started the lesson about the sleeping potion.

Harry sat, happy with himself. The Slytherin's were beginning to like him. Even the girls were giving flirtatious looks. It was five minutes into the period that the words that he had said had gotten into his head. He gasped. What had he done?

A.N. hiya! Ooooohhhhhh what's happening with Harry's mind? Who knows? I do, hee hee. Sorry for taking so long, I will try and type more soon. Bye!