A/N: Its been a long time since I updated but here you go. I even have the next chapter started. I guess it helps when I have two two page papers to write and one ten page paper to write in less than three days. Oh how I love procrastination.

Each Scar I bear sings.

After potions with the Slytherins that morning was Defense Against the Dark Arts which everyone was looking forward too. Harry was very worried by the end of Potions. Malfoy was being very civil with him. He said no nasty comments, no leers, and he even picked up Ron's book when it fell from his desk. Something was extremely wrong. Harry, Ron and Hermoine discussed his odd behavior on the way to Dark Arts.

"What was with him picking up by book for me? Normally he would kick it or jinx it and make fun of me for not having a brand new book" Ron looked very perplexed.

"I don't know that prat is never nice and it scars me to think that he has somehow learned to live in a civilized world." Hermoine said with great vigor.

"Ron, I'm worried about Hermoine, I think we're having a bad influence on her." Harry said as he stared in wonderment of Hermoine.

"I know, what's wrong with her, shouldn't she be calling us prats and saying that he's just reformed and we should be happy?" Ron looked at Hermoine as she sighed and speed up so as not to walk with Ron or Harry.

"That's better Hermoine." Harry said and he and Ron started to laugh. They laughed and talked all the way to Defense against the Dark Arts.

When they got to Defense against the Dark Arts the desks were situated in a circle and Prof. Hatake was standing in the center. "Please take a seat and don't talk." The Professor said as each group of Gryffindors entered. When all the students were present Prof. Hatake took out her wand and started drawing in the air and words appeared as if they had been written on parchment. "Students please pay close attention. I wrote my name so from now on I expect you to spell it correctly. Underneath my name is a spell I'm going to be teaching you for the next couple of weeks it is called Kalmo. What is your name sir.?"

"Neville Longbottom, mam." Neville looked like he was going to be sick.

"Do not talk while I am talking, do you understand."

"Yes, mam." Neville was beat red. The rest of the lesson was spent with no one talking and everyone taking notes on Kalmo which was a East Indian protection spell. The rest of the day was spent with no excitement except for the fear of tomorrow's Transfiguration lesson. Everyone could only think that if Mrs. Prof. Hatake is that strict than how her husband will be.

The next afternoon the students were very nervous as they walked to the transfiguration classroom. When they walked in there were very surprised, instead of desks there were comfy arm chairs and Professor Hatake was sitting on his desk smiling broadly as the students walked in. "Pick a arm chair everyone. Talk amongst yourselves until everyone has arrived." When everyone did arrive he stood up and clapped his hands together a couple times. Everyone immediately quieted down. "All right class I'm Professor Hatake but I would rather you call be Kyou." Everyone starred at him in awe that he could be so different from his wife, and he spotted it immediately. "Ah. I see you've all had by wife already. We are very different in our teaching methods, but don't let that fool you completely she is a softy and I can be very strict. On to the lesson…" The lesson went very well, Kyou assigned reading and then had the students discuss it in small groups, he did a couple demonstrations and everyone enjoyed themselves.

"Professor Hatake is very unique. I can't believe we don't have to raise our hands if we have a questions, we can just say it. Although I don't think its wise." Hermoine said smiling.

"Sure it is, its more adult like. You're supposed to call him Kyou not Professor." Ron said smartly.

"Ron's right Hermoine, and he's not unique he's brilliant." Harry responded. The rest of the week went the same way. Teachers piled on homework almost immediately and in the case of Snape immediately. At the end of the week everyone was back in the routine of classes and enjoying being with their friends.

On Saturday Ron and Harry went to the Quidditch pitch to practice and make up a few new plays for when the season started. When they finished they ran into Wood heading to the pitch.

"Oy, Wood." Harry said waving.

"Hi ya Harry. Ron" Wood said waving back. "What you two doing?"

"Just practicing, what are you doing?" Harry replied.

"I have some stuff to get ready for my lessons on Monday. Say Harry do you think you could come to my office later, I would like to talk to you."

"Sure, Wood. What time?"

"Ummm. How about at 8, that way you won't get in trouble for being out too late, okay?"

"Sounds great." Harry answered.

"Well I'd better be going. See you later." Oliver said and started walking away.

"Do you know where his office is?" Ron asked.

"Um. No. I'd better go ask. I'll see you in the common room. Later." Harry said and darted off after Wood. "Hey Wood. Wait a sec."

After Harry found out were Oliver's office was he started back to the castle. In the common room he found Hermoine and Ron working on Dark Arts homework and joined them.

"I wonder what Oliver wants." Harry muttered to Ron.

"Me, too. Its odd your not in any of his classes." At that moment Colin Creevy came over and was going to take a picture of Harry, Ron, and Hermoine but he hit Harry's elbow as Harry was putting the lid on his ink bottle. The ink spilled all over Harry, his hands were black and his robes were soaked.

"I'm sorry Harry." Colin said as he snapped a picture. "It'll make a funny picture though."

"Ha, ha. Colin. Well guys I'm going to go shower and change." Harry said as he got up. "Ron, think you could pack by homework up and put it in the dormitory?"

"Sure Harry," Hermoine said, "and why don't you use the Prefects bathroom. Ron give him your key."

"Umm. Yeah. Sure Harry I'll pick up your stuff, and here's my key to the prefects bathroom, use it." Ron said very sarcastically, and glared towards Hermoine.

Harry gathered his things and went to the prefect bathroom, when he entered he made sure no one else was there and began to take his shower in the last stall. After he was done showering he was gathering his things from the shower when the door opened and a few people came in. Since Harry wasn't a prefect and wasn't supposed to be in here he stayed in the last stall and tried being as quiet as possible. He knew he made the right choice when he recognized the first voices he heard. Malfoy. He was talking to another student but Harry couldn't tell who it was.

"That filthy Potter won't know what's coming. I can't wait to get him. I can't believe your father told you this. Are you sure?" Malfoy whispered.

"I'm sure. Your father was right by Voldermort's side when he killed the Potters and my father was right behind. My father told me everything. Voldermort didn't kill Potter's father right away he stunned him, killed Potters mum and then scarred Harry. When Voldermort was crippled because of that nasty Potter he left with my fathers help and your father stayed behind to kill James and the baby, but had to leave when Dumbledore showed up. He was almost caught too. You should be proud. Your father killed James not Voldermort." The Death Eater stated proudly.

"I am proud. I don't know how to tell Potter yet though. I've ignored him so far this year. Every time I see him there's a teacher present, but if I run into him when he's by himself you can bet you will be dead." Mafloy growled angrily.

"That's a little much don't you think. Voldermort wants to kill him himself."

"HE PUT MY FATHER IN AZKABAN" Malfoy yelled. "He will die by my hand."

"Did you hear that? We better leave. I don't want people seeing you with me, no offence, but people don't suspect me and Voldermort and I plan to keep it that way. Next month same time same place." The mystery student left quietly.

"Damn. I hate you Harry." Malfoy said at the edge of tears. He sucked them up, splashed water on his face and left the bathroom. Harry let out the breath he was holding. How could Malfoy be proud of his dad's murder? His scar burned and sung his mothers cries the night she was killed. Harry was almost in tears when he remembered Oliver.

"Oh Shit." Harry said. He quickly got his stuff and checked his watch 7:58. Two minutes to get to Oliver's. He walked out of the shower stall and peered around the door into the corridor to make sure Malfoy was gone. No sign of him so Harry left making sure to watch is back all the way to Oliver's office. Harry knocked and Oliver opened it grinning.

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