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A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews, I really enjoyed reading them and I'm a bit sorry for overreacting, I've just had a hell of a year and it finally got to me. Don't worry, I won't stop writing, especially not Web of Lies, I love this fic.

Web of Lies: Revelations.

Harry rushed through the halls, lunch had started a few minutes ago, and he knew that his grandfather would get on his case if he didn't attend. Once he reached the door to the Great Hall, he took in a deep breath and walked in. Surprisingly, the other students didn't turn to look at him as he had been expecting. Instead, their focus was centred on a new table where a few students were sullenly eating his or her lunch, trying to ignore the whispers flying through the large room. Harry quickly took his place next to Lan, and the girl turned to talk to him.

"Hey, Alec, do you know what's going on with them?"

Harry sensed as the whole table quieted down to hear his words. The teen shook his head slightly. "I'm not sure; I only know that the headmaster promised Professor Snape to take matters into his own hands when he complained about their behaviour."

While he said that, he motioned towards Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Pansy that were some of the students sitting at the new table. Lan cocked her head curiously. "How do you know that?"

Alec raised an eyebrow but answered nonetheless. "I was in the headmaster's office when Professor Snape stormed in; he was really angry."

Mike, a second year, snorted lightly from his side. "No wonder; I heard they made each other's cauldrons explode. If it hadn't been for the professor's quick actions, several students might have died. While he is a bastard, the old bat luckily knows what he's doing."

Alec frowned at those words, but he reminded himself that a few months ago he would have uttered the same words if not something worse. He really had no right to judge the other students on that point. Surprisingly, Lan frowned to Mike.

"I don't understand why you're all so mean to Professor Snape. Sure, he's stern, but potions is dangerous if not taught properly. He's not worse than McGonagall, and you don't call her any stupid names."

Mike shook his head and smirked. "Not everyone is lucky enough to have Dumbledore's grandson in their class. I've heard he has a soft spot for you, right, Alec?"

Luckily, Harry was spared to answer, when his grandfather stood up. Quickly, everyone shut up to listen to what the old man had to say. Harry frowned lightly at the serious expression coming from the usual kind face, for the first time he has known him, his grandfather was really pissed off at his students.

As if to confirm his thoughts, the headmaster spoke. "It has been enough. I have never been so disappointed in the students of this school as I am now. The constant fights between houses, mainly Gryffindor and Slytherin, are going to stop now or there are going to be serious consequences for all of you. This morning, only the quick action of Professor Snape prevented several deaths. We're in a magic school, and especially the upper years, are constantly handle dangerous kinds of magic, going from volatile potions to human transfiguration. Those are not things that can be played with without serious consequences." The old man looked around, his sharp eyes picking the bowed heads of his students and the few rebellious faces. Turning to the Gryffindors, he looked at them intently. "I have heard you cursing the Slytherins, calling them Death Eaters and supporters of Voldemort." Nearly the whole Hall flinched at that name, but Dumbledore continued unconcerned. "Why do you think you have the right to judge your peers by the standard that everyone has put on them. Don't you think that by telling them that all the time, you're pushing them to join Voldemort, specially the younger students that shouldn't even worry about the war ragging outside these walls. Not to mention, that Death Eaters come from all houses, or did you forget that it was a Gryffindor who betrayed the Potters, condemning them to their death?" Seeing the flushed and guilty faces, Dumbledore turned to the Slytherin table. Most members wore stunned looks on their faces, trying to process the fact that the Headmaster was defending them in public. They soon forgot about that as the old wizard spoke again. "Not that your hatred and prejudice against muggle-borns are any better. When are you going to grow up and look past the things your parents have fed you since you were babies? Muggle-borns are no weaker than pure blood wizards; if it weren't for them we would have died out a long time ago. Only looking in your own class you can clearly see that there are strong and weak pure blood wizards, just like there are strong and weak muggle-borns." Seeing he wasn't driving his point across strongly enough, Dumbledore took in a deep breath. "About fifty years ago, while I taught here as the transfiguration master, there was a brilliant student here. Many said he was the most brilliant student that had passed through Hogwarts since the founders. He was in Slytherin and became a prefect and then Head Boy in his time. He was a half blood and had grown up in a muggle orphanage. His name was Tom Riddle, and later, he became Lord Voldemort." He looked sharply over the whole hall. "One of the most feared wizards of all time is a half-blood, and is trying to kill those from which he comes from, not because he believes that pure-bloods are better, but because he hated the conditions in which he grew up in."

Alec listened in awe as his grandfather spoke on and on, revealing things that until now had been considered a secret by many. Once he finished his lengthy speech, the headmaster gazed at all his students, his eyes briefly focusing on Harry before moving on. "As I'm sure you have noticed, there's a new table in the hall. Any student that is caught fighting, insulting another student for the things I mentioned before, or any other kind of misbehaviour will eat at that table and be moved to the new common room that has been placed on the third floor. Their wands will be confiscated until such a time we are sure they will be able to behave properly, and they will be banned from attending classes until then, as I said it's too dangerous to keep them in class and they will be treated as such."

Deathly silence covered the hall. All teachers were looking sternly down at them, it seemed everyone agreed with the headmaster in this. Harry had to admit it was a harsh punishment, but knew that Dumbledore was right. The only thing that really bothered him was the knowledge that had he been attending school as Harry Potter he would be sitting next to Ron and Hermione, trying to ignore the stares coming from the whole student body.

Once Dumbledore sat back in his chair, the students started to whisper once again, really surprised at how angry the old man had been. They had never seen him this way and it unsettled their own little world. The students from Gryffindor and Slytherin were silent, most thinking on what the old man had said, trying to fight the beliefs that had been implanted in them since birth in light of the words the old wizard had uttered.

Alec was really relieved when lunch finished. While his grandfather had told him he was excused from lessons that day, he decided to go to transfiguration with his peers, knowing that being cooped in the Ravenclaw common room on his own wasn't going to help him right now.

If Aunt Minerva was surprised to see him in class, she didn't show it; she just gave them their work for the lesson and started to help those who were having most difficulty. Almost without thinking, Harry transfigured the small piece of wood into a box, like the professor had asked, and then started to work on his homework. That was one of the things he had taken on early in his training. He was able to complete most of his homework in class, leaving much more time to train with Rowena and Salazar.

To be continued...

A/N: Thanks to my beta reader, Vinnie.