Harry decides that it's time to restart the D.A. He gets another offer from Voldemort, and a detention with Snape.

A/N: I own nothing this is all J.K.R.'s, what a brilliant mind she has.

Chapter Fifteen – A Change of Opinion

Harry stormed out of his N.E.W.T. level Defense classroom, slamming the door behind him. It was taking every ounce of control to not turn back into the classroom and curse Snape where he stood. The man was infuriating. Harry marched down the hall ignoring the projection that followed him. He shouldn't have walked out of the classroom the way he had, but Voldemort was tugging at his mind, and Snape was too easy a target, even in front of the whole Defense class. Harry hated the feelings that welled up inside him, but Merlin help him, he wanted to see Severus Snape dead, what was worse, he wanted to be the one to kill him.

"I thank you for the power you are supplying me with, Potter," Voldemort smirked and even though Harry had his back to the man he could feel the superior leer.

Harry turned around abruptly anger and hatred awash over his face. "Why won't you just leave me alone? Isn't it obvious that your goading me into attacking Snape is not working?"

"And why would I want you to attack Severus, he's one of my more loyal servants. No your anger towards that man is all your own," Voldemort's smirk grew larger and Harry's anger boiled over.

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT!" Harry yelled venomously, his voice echoing off the walls.

"For you to join me of course," Voldemort's reply was calm and the superior grin did not leave his lips.

"NO!" Harry shouted and proceeded to storm down the hall again.

A door flew open in front of him, and McGonagall stepped out, with a sour look on her face. "Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Potter. You are disrupting my class. Who are you shouting at?"

Harry quickly looked over his shoulder to see that Voldemort had vanished. He took a deep breath in to calm himself down. He shook slightly from emotional exhaustion. The last week had been ruff, and it was starting to take its toll. After he let out his long held breath, he looked back to McGonagall, an impenetrable mask over his features. "I'm sorry Professor. I didn't mean to disturb your class," Harry said calmly before he started to walk by his old head of house.

"Mr. Potter, are you alright?"

Harry stopped and looked to the old woman, debating whether or not to tell her that Snape had given him detention. Had he really just gotten that angry over detention? It was more then that, from the moment he had stepped foot into the classroom, Snape had it out for him, just waiting for a slip up. It wouldn't have made him so angry if he had done something wrong, but he hadn't. On the contrary, he had done everything right. He had answered every question correctly in Defense, and done the entire spell work superbly. So much so, that Snape had awarded him fifty house points for his impressive skill. Then he had pulled him aside, and given him detention, claiming that he was using Merlin's magic to help him. As if! He didn't need Merlin's magic to help him in defense, he was already ten times better then the average student. Merlin's magic was just a bonus.

At least he hadn't given him the detention in front of the class. He already had enough problems with his dorm mates. He didn't need them laughing at him for an undeserved detention. The fifty house points would keep the Slytherins off his back, for at least a week. Well, all but Malfoy. The boy was still just as arrogant and pompous as ever. Probably even more so since Harry had moved into the dorm. He still didn't understand why the prat was appearing to be Harry's new best mate in front of the school, when all the blond brat did in the Slytherin dormitories, was rant about how much he'd like to see him dead. Harry wasn't going to play the ferret's games.

Harry shook his head. "I'm fine, again I'm sorry about disrupting your class," Harry said and then quickly walked away with out being dismissed.

As he had rounded the corner, not looking where he was going, Harry walked right into Hermione. Actually, he tripped over her, as she was picking up a dropped book. Harry would have landed on top of her if he hadn't turned to land hard on the ground instead. What was she doing out of class?

"Harry, are you all right?"

Hermione's concern was like a slap in the face and Harry scrambled to his feet and backed away from her so fast that Hermione dropped the other four books, which she was carrying. Harry nearly pushed himself into the wall with the need to get away from her. Anger boiled to the surface and he sprung to his feet and ran down the hall away from her, leaving Hermione looking over her shoulder at him with tears in her eyes, as he swiftly ran away. I'm sorry, Hermione.

Harry sat down in one of the plush green couches in the Slytherin common room and rested the back of his head against the high backing of the couch. It had now been almost five hours since he had stormed out of Defense class and ran into Hermione. He could still see the tears in her hazel eyes, as he had fled from her. He hadn't wanted to hurt her. He hadn't wanted to hurt Ron the day before either, or Ginny the day before that. But it just seemed to keep happening.

Harry barely remembered what he had done after the encounter with Hermione. He had run, but it was all a haze. "I'm tired," Harry, sighed quietly as he closed his eyes, surprising himself that he could even relax in the Slytherin Common room. A welcomed calmness swept over him.

It had been a week since classes had started and the week had been one of the longest in Harry's life. Amazingly though, the week had been relatively normal, for him anyways. No one had commented on his switching of houses. In fact, the whispers that normally followed him around school had come to a dead silence. He had to wonder if someone had ordered them not to speak of it. Not even his friends had tried to approach him. However, that didn't keep him from running into them in the halls. He wanted to be with his friends but he could scarcely stand to be in the Great Hall with them. Even the few classes that he shared with them, was nearly unbearable, and he sat as far away as possible from them. The Slytherin's weren't helping much either.

"Potter!"

Harry groaned and looked up to Malfoy, "What do you want now?"

"Touchy tonight, aren't we Potter? What did you do, get caught?" Harry glared at Malfoy, not knowing what he was on about, but the boy either didn't care anymore or didn't notice. "Anyways, forgot to tell you earlier. We have Quidditch practice tomorrow, and I've held the pitch for us all day. So I better see you out there right after breakfast."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Quidditch practice this early in the year, Malfoy obviously didn't want to loose the cup this year.

"Just make sure you show up, and catch the Snitch every game," Malfoy started to stalk off but turned around abruptly. "Only if we're going to win of course," he added as if it weren't obvious, before disappearing down the hallway to their dorms.

Harry was just getting up to follow him, when the door to the common room slammed open, and Snape came in with fire in his eyes. Harry sat back down abruptly and tried not to be noticed. He was supposed to be in detention over two hours ago, but had opted not to go.

"Potter!" snarled Snape.

Harry closed his eyes, as he sunk lower into the couch. He was glad that it wasn't facing the door. He almost wished that he could melt into the couch at the anger in Snape's voice. Snape's snarls had never bothered him before. Why were they bothering him now? Perhaps Zabini had been right. He was scared of him… No! He would not be scared of the greasy git. He was not scared of Voldemort, and there was no way that he was going to be scared of Snape.

"You, where's Potter?" Snape asked one of the Slytherins.

"I don't know Professor he was here a few minutes ago," Nott answered and Harry nearly stood up, was he covering for him?

"Mr. Goyle, go see if he's in your dormitory."

"Y-yes Professor," Goyle said in a small voice before Harry heard him run off. He was gone less then a minute before he came back panting. "He's not there Professor. Draco said that he saw him here less then five minutes ago, and he didn't follow him."

Harry could almost feel Snape's gaze roam around the common room and Harry was sure that he would be spotted, or in the very least be given away, as there were at least three first years sitting near by, that he remembered seeing before he had closed his eyes.

"Mr. Zabini, alert me the moment Potter returns," Snape seethed and Harry could hear the familiar swish of Snape's robes, as he exited the common room, without waiting for a reply.

Harry counted to three under his breath, before he heard the door close sharply behind Snape, and then he let out a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes to see three sets of very astonished eyes staring at him. Harry looked back at the first years for a moment in silence, before one of the three spoke, it was the one in the middle.

"Wow, how'd you do that, can you teach us?"

"Yeah that was amazing," the two on the ends that appeared to be almost identical twin boys said in unison.

"Do what?" Harry was almost afraid to ask.

"Turn yourself near invisible," The first boy said eagerly. "It was like you were a chameleon, blended right in. I've heard of that spell, was it the Disillusionment Charm?"

Harry looked at the three boys skeptically and then a wide smile came to his lips, "It wasn't. I really turned invisible?"

"You mean you didn't know you were doing it?" the twin on the left asked.

Harry shook his head, and got up from the couch, this was a new development. "I wonder if it's an animagus trait," Harry thought aloud as he headed to his dorm room, still with a smile on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He ignored Zabini's gaping astonished comments as he passed him, Nott and Goyle.

Harry awoke very early the next morning to the uncommonly loud snores coming from the direction of Crabbe and Goyle's beds. He rolled over and put his head under his pillow, but nothing could put a damper on the obnoxious sound. Harry threw aside his covers and pushed open his bed hangings. They were almost as bad as Dudley.

Harry looked out the non-existing wall. Not even the Merpeople were about at that hour. Harry glanced up to the watery ceiling. The dorm really was remarkable. There was only one problem with having a dorm underwater though. It was near impossible to tell what time it was, for there was no sky.

Harry shot his wrist up to the level of his eyes. He'd woken up with the sun so often in the past weeks that he'd nearly forgotten about his grandfather's watch, and had only started using is since moving into the Slytherin dorms. Harry squinted at the hands and numbers in the dim light of the room, quarter till five. Harry groaned, stretched, and rolled out of bed. He normally got up around six, but there was no way that he was going to get back to sleep with Crabbe and Goyle's racket. If he had been thinking clearly, he probably would have put a silencing charm around his bed. But it was, after all, before five in the morning, and his mind was still clouded by sleep.

Harry quietly opened his wardrobe and pushed, with a cringe, his multitude of new Slytherin robes aside. Evidentially the house elves had transfigured his Gryffindor robes into Slytherin. Harry's favorite color may be green, but he was quickly getting sick of the color, which seemed to be everywhere.

Casting his nightclothes aside, Harry changed into his chosen work out attire. He donned a pair of black military stile cargo pants, and a gray t-shirt. He had found them amazingly more comfortable then sweats, and he could easily store his wand, and the Marauder's Map in his pockets. Harry walked to his trunk and unlocked it. Merlin's Diaries were still scattered over everything in his trunk, just where he had left them. Harry pushed them aside and pulled out a pair of white cross trainers, which he promptly put on. He pulled out the Marauder's Map, and a small gold coin, before relocking his trunk.

Harry pocketed the coin, and left the dormitory and the defining snores behind. Before he reached the passageway out of the common room, he opened and tapped his wand to the blank parchment he held in his hand. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry whispered and the map slowly appeared, drawing out the walls and passageways. Harry scanned the halls, which were expectantly deserted. Peeves was three floors up doing Merlin knew what, but there was no sign of a single teacher and even Filch was in his quarters with Mrs. Norris.

Harry walked through the stone entryway, and then the door that wasn't visible from the other side. He looked down the empty corridor. The sixth pillar from the corner marked the entryway back into the common room. Only a password at the correct place in the stonewall would make the door appear long enough to find the doorknob and open the door. Harry was a little more then disturbed that the Slytherin password was currently Mors Mordre.

Harry moved swiftly and silently through the halls until he reached the courtyard. He looked at his map once more, satisfied that no one was around, and tapped the map again. "Mischief Managed."

Harry folded the map and stuffed it into his left side pocket. The cool morning air was uplifting, and Harry breathed in heavily as he began to jog. He moved out of the confines of the courtyard and down the path towards the lake.

An hour later, Harry was sitting on the edge of the lake, basking in the morning sun when someone spoke in a delighted, but gruff voice behind him.

"Hi-ya Harry!"

Harry shot to his feet. "Hagrid, you're back," Harry said in surprise, a smile beginning to form on his lips. "Professor Dumbledore said that you were on a mission for the Order. He told me that you wouldn't be back for at least another month."

"Plans changed," Hagrid shrugged his massive shoulders. "Yeh're alright?" Hagrid asked after a moment of silence, walking towards Harry. "Professor Dumbledore told me about the sorting."

Harry took a step back. Though he hadn't begun to feel the pain yet, he had no intension of putting himself into a position to do so now. He'd managed not to feel the full force of the curse for nearly a month, and he was planning on keeping it that way. It was the majority of the reason why he had stayed in Slytherin. "Yeah, bad luck," Harry mumbled, still backing away towards the edge of the lake.

Harry started to sweat. Whether it was from the on set of the pain, or the fear of it, Harry didn't know. He felt the cool water from the lake soak into his shoes, and then darted around Hagrid. "I'm sorry Hagrid. I have to go – umm, I have to go," Harry repeated as he ran away from Hagrid and the lake. He didn't stop running until he reached the empty Quidditch Pitch, Where he calmed down considerably. Harry hated this. If he could have revealed the diaries to anyone, it would have been Hagrid. Harry felt as if he could trust the half giant with anything. Now he'd barley be able to get near him.

Harry meandered back to the Slytherin common room. People were just starting to stagger sleepy eyed off to an early breakfast. His dorm mates hadn't even begun to stir, which didn't surprise Harry in the least. Harry quickly showered and dressed and made his way to the Great Hall. Zabini had been right, the Slytherin bathroom was impressive, but the prefect's bathroom was more so. At least, the Gryffindor's was. As Harry walked, he reached into the pocket of his school robes and pulled out the small gold coin. He had transferred it from the pocket of his workout clothes. Harry had activated it early this morning. It was time to see who still had theirs and who still wanted to be in the D.A.

Harry looked at the coin, with mild fascination at Hermione's genius, and then he tossed it in the air and then pocketed it, before entering the Great Hall. He had originally not planed to continue the D.A. After thinking about it for a while though, and after having two, double Defense classes with Snape; Harry decided that it was better that the students be taught to defend themselves, especially if the teachers were not going to be doing the teaching. But Harry wasn't so sure they'd want to learn from him, now that he was a Slytherin. He'd gotten plenty of nasty looks from the student body throughout the week. Harry supposed he'd find out soon enough.

Harry caught himself before he went to sit at the Gryffindor table. He'd done this several times this week. Harry sat at the Slytherin table, just before a small group of second years at the end of the table, facing Gryffindor. He picked at a muffin as he waited nervously for the Gryffindors to arrive, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny in particular. This would be the first time that he wouldn't be running away from them all week, and he knew that it was going hurt.

Harry was startled out of his staring contest with the wall behind the Gryffindor table, by a pompous male voice. Harry didn't have to look up to know who the drawl of a voice belong to. "Are you going to eat that or just tear it to pieces?" Draco Malfoy asked uncaringly before shoving over a second year and sitting down beside him. Crabbe and Goyle proceeded to evict the other second years, and take their spots, while the rest of Harry's dorm mates, and the sixth year Slytherin girls, took the seats across from them. Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy's comment and tossed aside his muffin, in favor of bacon and eggs, which promptly appeared on his plate.

Harry was just about to start eating when Malfoy started talking to him again. "So Potter, from what I hear, you disappeared awfully quick last night. Right before Snape came in looking for you. What was that about?"

Harry shrugged, what did it matter now, Snape would find him eventually anyways. Even, apparently, with his new found gift of being able to turn himself invisible. Or rather, Disillusion himself wandlessly, with a thought. He'd discovered what he'd done in one of Merlin's Diaries the night before. He had hoped that it was an animagus gift, but the advanced Disillusion Charm was good enough.

"I skived off on detention with him," Harry said as he picked up a piece of bacon. He was just about to put it in his mouth, when Malfoy's drawl of a voice, started again.

"No way, no wonder he was so peeved."

Harry dropped his bacon back onto his plate and turned to the blond boy. "What's it matter to you. You weren't even there."

"Neither were you, but then again that's not what I hear. What I gather from what a couple of first years told me. You were sitting in the common room the entire time. Now, I don't see that as possible, for the Head of Slytherin to just glance over the 'famous' Harry Potter. So are you going to tell us how you did it?"

Harry smirked. "What's the point? You can't do it anyways."

"Are you saying that I'm not smart enough to perform a simple enchantment?" Malfoy growled.

"No," Harry said in a bored tone, as he picked his bacon back up again. "I'm saying that you're not powerful enough," Harry smiled smugly and took a bite, enjoying his provocation of Malfoy. And he was getting the reaction he had hoped for, when the first of the D.A. members started to arrive at the table, followed by several others. Harry had to smile at the annoyed looks on the Slytherins' faces.

"What do you want?" demanded Malfoy in his usual pompous tone.

"Relax Malfoy, they're here to see me," Harry stood up and it was then that he noticed that the groups had come by houses. The Gryffindors were the last to arrive. There wasn't a single person missing, even Cho Chang had shown up.

"Hey guys," Harry addressed the crowd somewhat nervously, before he found his voice again. "So, I was thinking, that with Snape teaching Defense this year, that we might need some extra practice."

"You want to continue the D.A.?" Hermione asked, at last pushing herself to the front of the group.

"Dumbledore's Army, is that what this is about?" Malfoy smirked.

"No, Malfoy, it's the Defense Association this year. Even you have to agree, that we aren't going to learn anything in Snape's class. I for one don't want to fall behind on N.E.W.T. studies."

Hermione had a look on her face, as if Christmas had come early, but even she got a suspicious glint in her eyes at the next words out of Malfoy's mouth.

"Kind of like a study group with practical stuff?"

"That's a great idea, like Dueling Club all over again, but we'll actually be learning something," Nott said almost enthusiastically.

"Hang on, who's going to be teaching us if not Snape?" Zabini asked.

"Who said anything about us? We've already got our members," Ron blurted out and there were several nods from the rest of the D.A. members.

Malfoy stood up. He was now just as tall as Ron was, and he looked the Gryffindor in the eye with loathing. "What Weasel? Is your little group not good enough to have a Slytherin in it?"

Eyes darted back and forth between Ron and Malfoy, but it was obvious that it was Harry's reaction that they sought out the most. So Harry chose that moment to reveal what he had spent a good part of the week thinking about.

"Actually, I was going to open the D.A. to anyone that wanted to join. I figure, we're all in the same boat. Why not help ourselves and each other. The more people we have in the group, the more ideas we'll have of what to study. I've done a lot of reading this summer, and there are so many things out there that we should know, but no one's bothered to teach us."

Hermione openly gapped at Harry's statement, and it was obvious that the Slytherin's in hearing distance were having a hard time grasping that Harry was being sincere. But it was Ron that started to argue. "But look what the Slytherin's did last year. They tried to get us expelled by telling toad-lady about us. I don't even think that Dumbledore would want them in the D.A. anymore."

There were several nods around the group from those agreeing with Ron. Harry frowned at the group's obvious prejudice, and Zabini voiced what Harry was thinking.

"Not all of us, most of us were against Umbridge, just like the rest of you. We hated her. She was absolutely boring, and she didn't teach us a thing. It was by sheer miracle that I didn't fail my Defense O.W.L." There were several nods of agreement at that.

"He has a point Ron, and it wasn't a Slytherin who revealed the group to Umbridge anyways, it was a Ravenclaw," Cho mumbled.

"Look, we aren't Dumbledore's Army, they don't exist. The D.A. was created so that we can learn what they," Harry pointed towards the staff table with anger and a hint of resentment in his low voice, "aren't teaching us."

"But they're Slytherin's!" Ron nearly shouted.

Harry pounded his fist on the table and a wave of power followed, that over turned goblets and shattered glass pitchers down the length of the table, causing several Slytherin's to leap away from the table in alarm. "SO AM I!" Harry shouted back.

"Mr. Potter!" a stern voice sounded from behind the D.A. members, and they parted to let the professor through. "What is going on here?"

"I apologize, Professor McGonagall. It would seem that we have a bit of a disagreement going on. I'll clean it up," Harry said, quickly reining in his anger, which was amazingly less then it had been lately. Maybe Voldemort's taking a vacation, yeah right.

"No need, Mr. Potter, let the house elves take care of it. Please come with me, the Headmaster would like a word with you. The rest of you back to your house tables. Mr. Weasley, I would like to see you and Mr. Potter in my office directly after lunch."

"Yes Professor," Ron said as he glared at Harry uncertainly, before following Hermione back to their table.

There were a few murmurs and looks at Harry, before everyone else did as they were told, not wanting to cross McGonagall. Harry, his breakfast forgotten, followed McGonagall out of the Great Hall.

He walked in silence before he realized that they weren't going were he thought they were going. It definitely wasn't the direction of the headmaster's office. "Umm, Professor where are we going?" he asked.

"Professor Friedens' office, she and Professor Dumbledore would like a word. And I believe Professor Snape would like several," Professor McGonagall stopped abruptly in the hall and turned to Harry. "Why did you ask to be resorted?"

Harry was caught off guard by the sudden question from his head of house, old head of house, but he quickly recovered. "I had to," was all Harry said before he continued walking. He was sure that he was going to get the same question from Dumbledore. He didn't know why no one had bothered to ask him yet, and he had become very annoyed that Dumbledore had been avoiding him, again. Harry was beginning to see that it was going to be last term all over again in regards to Dumbledore.

And sure enough, a minute later, just as Harry and McGonagall walked though Lyndira's door, Dumbledore stood up and asked that exact question. Harry smiled at Dumbledore, it wasn't a happy smile. "I'm the heir of Slytherin, or one of them anyways. And just for dramatic effect, I'm also a descendent of Gryffindor. Of course, you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said calmly. "But that does not explain why you chose to be resorted."

"Because Professor, I asked the hat not to place me in Slytherin, and I had to know if I was a true Gryffindor, but obviously I'm not," Harry said quietly as he looked away from Dumbledore.

There was silence, before Dumbledore walked up to Harry, after several very long seconds. "Harry, is there something that you'd like to tell us?"

Harry looked up to Dumbledore's blue-eyed gaze, "nothing that I can tell you. Why?" Harry questioned.

Lyndira who had thus far remained silent spoke in a very strained calm voice, "a vial of the potion is gone."

"The potion… My potion, the Vampirism Potion, what do you mean it's gone?" Harry asked with a very scared look in his eyes.

A/N: Ah-oh Harry.