Disclaimer: I do not own H.P. but I do own Max, Ivan, and Wiz.

Main Pairing: HPSS

A.N: Once again I like to remind any readers who is reading this story, that this is mainly H.P. POV or in Third person. I assure you that this will not have a lot about OC. I repeat this is not about OC; I just needed someone to play the role of the DADA professor.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerers' Siblings

Chapter Two: Harry's Plans

The next day, Harry woke up feeling refreshed and reenergized. Harry was getting dressed, and Ron was in the bathroom. Harry was thinking, today is the start of a new chapter in my life. I must prepare, and I will be ready, unconsciously echoing the previous thoughts from last night.

"Ron, hurry up. We're going to be late for breakfast," said Harry, packing his books into his bag. "You don't want Hermione coming in here, do you?"

Ron horrified at the thought of Hermione barging in and ordering them about, said, "You can't be serious!"

"Ron, this is 'mione we're talking about here," Harry retorted. "When haven't she didn't come up here."

"That's true, I still remember the time she poured a pail of icy cold water down my face," Ron shuddered at the memory. "I don't want to go through that again."

"Let's get going."

"K just let me grab my bag." Ron lean under his bed, and grab the school bag, he had shoved beneath the bed last night. After Ron had retrieved his bag, Harry and Ron went to the great hall for breakfast.

Great Hall

Harry and Ron had just arrived at the Gryffindor table, looking around it appear that not everyone was convince that the new young professor was going to be an adequate teacher. I sure hope Dumbledore knows what he is doing, Harry mused, glancing around the hall. Harry spotted the Hogwarts Potion Master, he seem more tick off than usual. Though, I wouldn't blame him. Professor Hawkins secured the position of DADA instead of him, Harry thought. Wait, did I just read Snape's body language.

Watching Snape interacts with the staff further, Harry realizes that Snape was indeed angry or upset, but why was Snape upset he didn't know for sure. He guessed it was the subtle way, that Snape glare with a glint in his eyes or maybe it was the way he frowns with tight lips. Harry, still deep in thought, was suddenly shaken out of it by Ron failing his arms in front of his face.

"Oi, Harry, mate, what's up?"

"Nothing."

"You're sure. You seem to be thinking pretty hard 'bout something."

"Yeah, just wondering 'bout something," Harry paused for a moment. "Hey Ron, is it just me, or does Snape seem more piss off today?"

"Nah, it's just you," Ron said not really paying attention. "Besides, this is Snape we're talking about. He's always pissed."

"Yeah, anyway pass me that plate of bacon," Harry replied, so it was just my imagination. Was I reading too much into things? Besides I hate Snape, right? Yeah, I hate Snape, because he's a jerk. Though I'm still curious as to why he's so angry.

The trio continued with their breakfast, not noticing someone was watching them from the High Table.

High Table

Professor Hawkins was watching the golden trio with interest; it seems to him that Harry was saying something about Snape. He felt a pair of eyes burning into his back. Slickly, he turned to Professor Snape and said sweetly, "Yes, Professor, what is it that you need? Anything I can do for you?"

"I want you gone. You are young and apparently foolish boy judging by the way you're acting right now," snarled Snape.

"But my dear colleague, I'm hardly foolish at all. I'm not who you think I am."

"Exactly the reason why I want you gone, we hardly know anything about you. You're suspicious, and I'm keeping an eye on you."

"Well, I suppose I am very suspicious," replied Professor Hawkins. "But if the headmaster seems to think I'm okay, why can't you accept it."

"I can not because I believe the headmaster made a mistake. He has been wrong before," Snape sneered. "I'm sure you know all about the previous professors who undertook this position."

"But that's not for you to decide, is it Professor?" Professor Hawkins said lightly, taking a sip of coffee, "After all, I'm not the one who's working as a double agent."

"Tell me are you working for the dark lord? Since you seem to know I'm a…" Snape looked around, before hissing under his breath, "…a spy. How do I know you're not working for the dark lord himself?"

"Why, you don't. Whose side I'm on you don't know, but if you really want to know. All you had to do was just ask."

"Well?" Snape said impatiently.

"Well, what?"

"Whose side are you on? The light or the dark?" snapped Snape.

"Neither."

"Wh-aat? What do you mean neither?" he sputtered.

"Look, didn't you hear what the headmaster was saying last night? I'm a sorcerer and I don't mess around with Wizarding' affairs."

"Why not?" Snape demanded. "After all, you have enough power to help either side out."

"Because it's not my place to, it's obvious that Harry must defeat Voldemort himself. The magical world depends on him. If others step in, it might tip the balance in an unfavorable light," he replied, looking up slyly, "But I'm sure that's not why you're questioning me, is it professor?"

"Whatever are you talking about?"

"I only mean, you seem to be a bit overprotective of him. Now, how 'bout you answering one of my question, do you or do you not like Harry?"

"I do not," Snape stated firmly.

"Ya sure?" He drawled.

"Yes," he snarled. "I hate him. He is just like his father."

"And how sure you are about this?"

"Quite."

"Well, if you're sure," Professor Hawkins said carelessly. "I must go to class now. I wouldn't want to be late for my first class."

Snape fumed as Professor Hawkins walked away. Who does that brat think he is? Butting into this school, like this and the nerve of that boy, suggesting that I'm wrong. I'm not. Potter is exactly like his father, an arrogant stuck up pig. I will prove him wrong. Potter is an ungrateful spoiled brat.

Having finished with his barely eaten breakfast, he stormed out with a blaze of fury in his eyes.

Gryffindor Table

"Are you guys finish eating yet?" questioned Hermione.

"Yeah," replied Harry, pushing his plate away from him.

"Mm-m ump-ost um," Ron said, with his mouth stuff with food.

"Ron, don't talk with your mouth full." Hermione grimaced with disgust as food flew out of Ron's mouth.

"I'd say yes, almost done. Let me take a piece of toast to go." Grabbing the toast, Ron left the great hall after them.

As the trio walk down to the first class of the day which unfortunately happen to be potions, Harry was thinking about coming up with some plans for the future. He decided to ask Hermione for some help. After all, Hermione great at organizing, I guess on our first break I should go research. I need all the preparation I can get, I wonder if the Professor Dumbledore could convince Snape to teach me again.

Harry began hesitantly, "Um, 'mione?"

"Yes, Harry."

"When we have our next break, can you help me plan some stuff?"

"Sure, what do you need?" Hermione smile brightly at him.

"I need to come up with some plans for my future, and to research some dark stuff. So I can get a better grip on how to defeat Voldemort." Harry said thoughtfully, "But most of all I need to learn to protect my mind with Occlumency. I'm sure I will need a lot of help with that." Harry turned to Ron with one last matter on his mind, "And Ron, can you help me with my affairs? I need to sort out my banking account and I need more knowledge of pureblood's traditions." Taking a deep breath, Harry asked "So will you guys help me?"

"Sure, Harry."

"Course, I will. Me and 'mione will always help you out. What are best friends for anyways?" Throwing an arm around Hermione's shoulder, "…Me and 'mione are with you every step of the way, and don't you doubt that."

Laying a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder, Hermione continued, "Don't worry. We're friends for life, and anyways…"glancing at her watch, "…we had better be getting to class. We don't want to face Snape's wrath."

The tow boys blanched and turn pale.

"Hurry let's get going then," panted Ron, who had started running. Harry and Hermione stood staring, before running after him.

"Wait up, Ron." They really didn't need Snape angry at them.

As his feet pound on the ground, and his heart pumped in his chest, Harry knew he could trust them and could always count on them. He felt like he could face anything with his friends by his side, even the wrath of Snape.

Potions Classroom

"Enlighten something for me, Potter. Do you get lost or something?" asked Snape.

"No, sir."

The trio shifted uneasily under his piercing gaze.

"Then why are you three late?" Snape walked around his desk. "You are sixth years, and old enough to know better, so why, pray tell, are you late?"

"Sir," Hermione began.

"Silence!" snapped Snape. "I didn't ask you."

"We were discussing something," said Harry.

"Was it so important that you three arrived five minutes late to class?" Snape sneered. "Surely it can not be as important as potions."

Harry uttered one single word.

"Voldemort."

"And you believe that potions are not important. Well, I see that you are still a dunderhead as usual, Potter. 50 points from Gryffindor and be thankfully it isn't more."

The trio stood there and wisely held their tongue.

"Well," snapped Snape. "Get to your seats."

The trio scrambled to their seats, and Snape resumed the lesson. Snape barked out orders, and Harry felt the strained of a beginning headache. It was going to be a long hour. He glance his watch.

"Potter, get to work and quit dreaming."

Correction, a very long day as he rushed to do his work.