As some of you may know the first few chapters are from the same title story, the Silver Trio, by Sate another fanfiction author. I noticed some people enjoyed this story alot and I liked it quite a bit and noticed it had a bit of promise. I thought about taking it over and helping it back to where it was going so here it is.

Rowling's stuff is her own.

By the way. I am taking the time to go through each of these chapters and reformat them so they have a better feel to them altogether, bear with me this is only the second time around doing something like this.

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Harry awoke to a soft hissing above him, "Sssnake-child it isss time to awaken."

Grumbling he opened his eyes from the first peaceful sleep he had had in a long time, "What time isss it Isssisss?"

If it was possible Harry would have sworn that the snake would have rolled her eyes at him, "Why do you not check yourssself sssnake-child, sssimply sssay Tempusss."

Holding up his wand as he slipped on his glasses Harry muttered the incantation under his breath, "Tempus" Suddenly green numbers appeared in the air above him showing the time, 5:00 AM.

He heard noises next to him, "Bloody hell Bolt, why did you wake us up this early, I doubt the sun is even out yet!"

Hermione simply rolled her eyes and stood up as she stretched her taunt muscles as Harry protested, "I didn't wake you, Isis did."

Turning back to the portrait both of the boys send her near death glares that would have scared the hell out of most, but merely amused the snake, "Sssnake-Children, there are two bathroomsss connected to thisss dorm, one for Brigid, and one for the two of you. The door isss the black tapestry of a Basssilisssk."

"Thank you Isssisss." Turning Hermione headed towards the bathroom with her initials on it, "You two better get up, we still have to pack our bags, get to the great hall to get our time tables, and read over our textbooks for the classes today."

With this she disappeared behind the door leaving the two behind her shaking their heads as they stood and stretched, both feeling more refreshed then they had in a long time. Ron let out a low groan as some of bones popped, "Feel free to take the bathroom first Bolt, I wanted to talk with Isis anyway."

Nodding his appreciation Harry grabbed his stuff and disappeared inside the bathroom, ready to wash up and face the day. Ron turned to the portrait and sat down, he already knew that he could trust the snake, she was acting just like a mother hen. He chuckled at that thought, she'd eat a mother hen, she was acting like a mother snake.

Sighing Ron started to talk about what was bothering him, "Isssisss?"

"Yesss, Sssnake-child?"

"Do you think I can trussst Bolt and Brigid? I feel asss though we have already gone through a lifetime together and yet we have jussst met eachother!"

Decidedly sad eyes answered him back, "That isss becaussse you have all sssuffered my young one, I will sssay no more, for that isss their ssstory to tell. I can sssenssse the darknessss in you, and yet you are not evil, merely angry, righteousss anger, that makesss you want to be better. It isss a contradiction that makesss you three unique. Child, you can trussst them, and they ssshall trussst you and hopefully together you can heal eachother from the passst."

Hesitantly his next question was voiced, the one he feared the answer to, "Do I disssgussst you Isssisss? With what I allowed him to do, I would underssstand if you hate me. I let him ussse me, nothing but a cheap whore..." choking off his eyes filled with tears he refused to let fall."

Isis hissed sharply at the red haired boy in front of her, "NEVER! Sssnake- child you are mine now and I care about you deeply, it isss not your fault, it wasss never your fault and what he took from you ssshould never be taken, but rather given freely."

Although Ron didn't fully believe her about himself, it still felt good to hear someone say he wasn't a whore, or it wasn't his fault. He did however believe her when she said he could trust the other two, that night they would know.

As he heard the shower in the boy's bathroom turn off he stood to gather his stuff, "Thank you, Sssnake-mother."

Quickly he ducked into his room and grabbed his stuff slipping inside as Harry stepped out. Harry sighed as he grabbed a book and seated himself on the couch, the hot shower had felt good on his wounds, cleansing, now he merely needed to heal. Luckily he always healed faster then others, probably something having to do with him being a wizard and having to live with the Dursley's; they had hurt him more then enough after all.

Cracking the book Harry heard Isis calling him he looked up and tilted his head to one side, "Isss there sssomething you needed Isssisss?"

"No, young Bolt, but you are thinking rather loudly. You can trussst them with your sssecretsss, they will hold them."

"Why are you ssso sssure? They could betray me like everyone elssse."

"They alssso have sssecrets of their own, you three are connected now, more deeply then before, you are now my sssnake-children, and I do not want to sssee you hurting ssso much."

Harry inclined his head, a warm feeling spreading over his body when he heard her words, "Thank you Sssnake-mother."

A few minutes later Harry heard the door open from the girl's side and Hermione emerge, she headed towards the couch, "Young Bolt, I mussst talk with her, but ssshe will not ssspeak with you here, go get your bag ready for breakfassst."

Nodding Harry rose from the couch and headed towards his room, telling Hermione what he was headed to do as he disappeared behind the curtain.

"I sssmell fresssh bloodon you, young Brigid. Bleeding will not end your pain."

"But it doesss certainly help, you will never underssstand the releassse it givesss me."

"Talk to the othersss, they are hurting, like you. They will underssstand more then I can. Jussst know, I care, you now ssspeak my tongue, have entered my hallsss, you are now all three my children. You are ssstunning, brilliant, and bold, your aura containsss great power, the three of you ssshall become a force to sssway the balance of power. But you mussst trussst them, tonight, open up, you can already feel the connection."

Hermione nodded, stunned at the eloquent words, she could indeed feel a connection to the two boys, like a string connecting their souls, she wanted to trust them but she had been afraid of having her heart broken. It would be nice to have someone to turn to. As Ron came out of the bathroom, Harry emerged from the bedroom; both the boys had their long hair pulled back in ponytails, and Hermione's curly locks cascaded down her back in waves.

Gathering in front of the portrait it was easy to see the approving look in Isis's eyes. "I expect to hear great detailsss about your firssst day, my sssnake children. If you need any help sssimply talk to the paintingsss; I will inform them that you are under my care."

Thanking her, the three stepped into the passageway she opened and emerged in the Slytherin common room; it was still slightly early because they did not want anyone to see them appear form behind the portrait. Sitting in front of the large fireplace they each began to go over a textbook, they highly doubted anyone cared where they had slept, as long as it was not in the same dorms! Soon the rest of the Slytherins started to make their way into the common room, the looks to the three already present ranging from indifference to outright disgust.

One of the seventh year prefects stood in front of the large stone fireplace and glared at everyone in the room to shut up. "Your time tables will be on your plate at breakfast, the Slytherin house has won the house cup for the past six years and I expect it to happen again. Anyone caught losing points," He stopped to look specifically at the first years as he continued "Had better earn them back"

Finishing his little speech the seventh year stepped back and headed towards the portrait, the rest of the house followed with the last three carefully closing their books and nodding their goodbyes to Isis. "Be careful, sssnake-children."

Reaching the great-hall the three carefully seated themselves at the end of the table away from the rest of the house and next to the Baron Alexander, "Good morning, I trust Peeves did not bother you last night?"

Harry shook his head, "No Baron, though I did hear that a group of Gryffindors got attacked, I don't suppose you know anything about that?"

The Baron smirked regally, "I might have mentioned to Peeves how they tend to take the first years to the dorms, anything from there was entirely his own doing."

Harry chuckled as hundreds of owls flew in overhead, he started slightly looking at Ron for an explanation, "Morning mail."

He nodded as Hedwig swept down and settled herself on his shoulder, nipping his ear in affection, as she dropped a small note in front of him. Suddenly an older owl barreled in front of Ron dropping a red envelope that was smoking slightly at the edges, everyone at the table turned to look as his eyes widened, "Oh, Bloody Hell, a Howler, bloody wonderful."

With shaking hands he opened the letter and a magnified female voice blasted throughout the hall, "MY SON, A SLYTHERN! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING RONALD WEASLEY! IN ALL MY YEARS I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!..." The Howler continued on repeating the same things over and over again, Ron just sat there with his eyes cold and his face set. Finally the letter tapered off with a final, "DON'T THINK THIS IS THE END OF IT YOUNG MAN!" and the Great Hall went back to breakfast.

Harry pushed a few things around on his plate taking a few bites before pushing it away as Professor Snape stepped up to the table handing a seventh year the time-tables. He quickly looked over the new first-years nodding at some and scowling when he arrived at the trio, the Baron noticed him and spoke up "Ah, Professor I assume those are the time-tables."

Not waiting for an answer the Baron turned back to the three, "Professor Snape is the Potions Master and the head of Slytherin house." Ignoring the sneer the three students nodded at the Professor and immediately turned back to their books.

The Professor merely gave them a glare and stalked back up to the head table where he sat down brooding, ---How in the hell did James Potter's son manage to get in my house! Not to mention a Weasley, thought there were enough of those already, and a muggle-born.---- Snape noticed how they sat at the far end of the table, away from the rest of the Slytherin house, ---Probably think they are better then the rest of them, bloody should have been in Gryffindor.---

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder on his left, Snape looked over at McGonagall next to him, "Minerva, what do you need?"

She had a worried look on her face as she glanced at the Slytherin table, "Severus, do you think I could ask you a favor."

He sighed loudly and then nodded, waiting, "Could you keep an eye on Mr. Weasley? The other two as well, his family wrote me, they are worried he has been changing and they asked me to keep an eye on him; they assumed I would be his head of house."

"Obviously the boy is fine Minerva, merely because he got into Slytherin does not mean something is wrong."

"Severus, I know, but those three... they just seem off. I can't explain it, you would recognize it though, as I cannot."

Snape merely turned to his plate and began eating methodically, Damn spoiled Potter, probably pampered like a prince, the other two probably aren't far off, damn Weasley's, and damn mugggle-born.

Back at the table Hedwig nipped at Harry hooting softly at the table where she had dropped the earlier note. Harry gave her a stroke absently as he unrolled the note and read the particularly untidy scrawl:

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Dear Harry,

I know you get Monday afternoons off, so would you like to come have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first day of classes. Send an answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid
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A small, imperceptible smile flitted onto Harry's face, despite his reaction at the sorting Harry had been afraid that Hagrid would want nothing to do with him. Grabbing a quill from his bag he quickly quickly jotted a reply in his oddly elegant handwriting:

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Yes please, I shall see you later.

Harry
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After sending Hedwig back off with his reply he looked back down at his time table to see how his classes were set up.

Monday – morning Professor Held with

Transfiguration by Prof. M. McGonagall with Gryffindor

Charms by Prof. F. Flitwick with Ravenclaw

Potions by Prof. S. Snape with Gryffindor

Monday – afternoon

FREE

Tuesday – morning

History of Magic by Prof. Binns with Hufflepuff

Defense Against the Dark Arts by Prof. Q. Quirrell with Gryffindor

Herbology by Prof.Sprout with Hufflepuff

Tuesday afternoon

Potions by Prof.S. Snape with Gryffindor

Transfigurations by Prof. M. McGonagall with Gryffindor

Charms by Prof. F. Flitwick with Ravenclaw

Wednesday – midnight

Astronomy Staff none

Harry looked over the schedule, after Tuesday all the classes just repeated. Glancing at the other students, Harry quickly threw his textbook in his bag and motioned for Ron and Hermione to do the same, they should leave early to make sure they didn't get lost in the depths of the castle. Saying a polite farewell the Baron, the three headed off, prepared as they might be for their first day of classes.

As the three walked out the large doors they hear twin voices calling behind them, "Hey, Ronniekins!"

Ron turned slowly, his eyes cold though a small amount of hurt leaked through, "SO, are you going to torment me to, well if you are then you can just leave me the hell alone!"

Fred and George halted in mid run beside their little brother noticing the flinch when they threw arms around his shoulders which he ducked out of snarling at them, "Don't touch me!"

Fred and George looked hurt and held up their hands in a placating gesture, "Hey we don't care what"

"House you're in, you're still our"

"Little brother, and we're here if you"

"need us for anything."

Harry and Hermione watched amused as they saw the two pick up the sentences, they had to practice it, it was just too perfect.

Ron's features lightened a little, as he looked at his brothers, "Don't worry about Mum."

"She has a temper, betcha anything you'll"

"be getting a apology in the mail tomorrow."

His face lightened more and Ron hesitantly touched each of his brother's on the arms with a quiet "Thanks" that only the four surrounding him could hear.

The twins threw a smile as they headed the opposite direction, that was more then they had received in months, "Ya better head out Ronniekins! There are suprises in store for ya today!"

Shaking his head Ron and the other two continued on their way their mood considerably lightened from earlier in the morning. Traveling down the hallways they eventually reached the Transfigurations classroom, walking inside they quickly took a table in the shadows, near the back corner. Ron looked around noticing a cat watching students file in and sit down with a strange look, he had never seen a cat sit so ramrod straight before. Shrugging he pulled out the textbook and began to review the first chapter that they had gone over on the train. Harry and Hermione did the same thing. The rest of the students were milling around chattering or trying to get a rise out of the house on the opposite side of the room, it was noisy and chaotic and didn't remotely resemble a classroom.

After about 15 minutes a dark skinned Gryffindor stood up on the other side of the room and looked around, "Oi! Do you think the Professor is going to show, or what?"

Just then the cat leapt off the table transforming into a stern looking woman with a disappointed look on her face. Her hair was pulled tightly back into a bun and she shot a look at the standing Gryffindor as he blushed and sank in his seat.

Harry and the other two quickly packed their books away turning their attention to Professor McGonagall standing in the front of the classroom; Harry didn't think that this was someone to be messed with and it was merely confirmed when the first words out of her mouth were a stern talking to, "Transfigurations is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again.

Looking at the stunned and anxious faces around him, Ron wondered if they actually thought they were going to be doing that on the first day! Chuckling silently as their faces dropped, yes, they actually had believed that. Shaking his head he and his two friends quickly grabbed their quills jotting down the long list of complicated instructions that the professor was lecturing them on. Transfiguration had always been something that interested Ron and even the long set of notes were intriguing, none of the textbooks he had been reading on the train here came close to the delicacy the Professor was describing. It truly was a fascinating subject. Looking over at the two people he actually trusted he snorted, they obviously didn't share his opinion about this being fascinating.

After awhile each one of them was handed a match and told to turn it into a needle. Ron had actually seen his mother do this with small pieces of material when she couldn't find her sewing needle; when there was five children living at home she was constantly patching and repairing things. Concentrating hard, he muttered the words as he pictured it in his head when he looked down it was slightly silver and pointy. Frowning, he glanced over at his two companions seeing that obviously they were having trouble as well. At the end of the lesson Professor McGonagall walked around the room inspecting the progress.

When she reached the three Slytherins in the back she halted, Ron noticed her and looked up as did Hermione and Harry, sitting in front of Ron was a near perfect sewing needle and both of the other's had become pointy and silver, but not nearly as good as Ron's.

Professor McGonagall picked up the three needles looking slightly shocked, "Ten points to Slytherin, Mr. Weasley."

With that she walked back up to the front of the room assigning each student a paper about trying to transfigure the match, and for the three Slytherins about the changes in the match; and then dismissed them.

As they left the classroom Hermione looked appraisingly at Ron, "Well, I do believe I know which one of us is going to be our Transfigurations expert."

Harry chuckled low as Ron's ears started to burn, "Nice job Burn, you managed to shock the teacher on the first day!"

"Ah, bloody hell, just shut up." He ducked his head lower, smiling slightly, it felt good to have friends again.

Soon the conversation turned to hexes as they reached the Charms classroom, they were greeted with nods from the Ravenclaws, it was nice to have a break between Gryffindor classes, the rivalry truly was idiotic but was still in full force. Charms was entertaining, Professor Flitwick was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of class he took roll call and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. Harry merely rolled his eyes and glared at the other two when the tried to hide their amusement at the Professor's reaction. As the lesson ended, Ron and Harry shook their heads, while the three could hide their emotions they could tell what the others were feeling, the masks to similar to ignore. If anyone else had looked they would have seem three nearly expressionless adolescents leaving a classroom.

If she could have Hermione would have been bouncing in excitement, Ron saw the perfect opportunity for a little revenge, "Well, Bolt looks like we've found the future Charms Master."

To most the sarcasm would sound cutting and harsh, but Hermione merely smirked. "Mistress, Burn, Charms Mistress."

With that she turned and marched towards Potions.

Harry followed throwing a look at the sulking red head, "I believe the score is Brigid 2 and Burn 0."

Hurrying he caught up with her and Ron was close behind him, he chuckled darkly as he caught up, "You would think that I had already learned my lesson, I'm just a masochist, aren't I?"

"Wow, big words, did they hurt?" Hermione said it, sweetly batting her eyelashes in fake innocence.

"Ah, bloody hell, I give up."

They shared a look as they walked further into the dark dungeons, Hermione and Ron could see the interest sparked in Harry's emerald eyes as they approached the Potions classroom, they were nearly back at the common room when they reached the large doors. Shoving open the large doors they noticed they were the first ones there, quickly they claimed one of the benches in back, setting up their equipment. The next student to enter was Draco Malfoy, lacking his two hulking appendages.

Hermione elbowed Harry and gestured, "Dragon at two o'clock, hostile or peaceful?"

Harry looked at the boy, "Unknown, stay on your toes."

The blonde boy approached the three, stopping in front of them, "Weasley, Potter, Mud...Granger."

Three eyebrows raised in unison at the greetings, "Civility, Malfoy? What brought this on?"

Draco smirked as he looked at Ron, "My own best interests of course. I saw how it went in Transfigurations and I heard about Granger in Charms, not only would it be an academic advantage, but it's not like Crabbe or Goyle can make anything beyond one syllable words."

Harry leaned forward, "And what is in it for us Malfoy, we are Slytherin after all."

"Two of you have no knowledge of the magical world, and the Weasley family is not the true pureblood family." He sneered and Ron moved his wand into plain sight, "I would watch what you say Malfoy, we don't want any accidents, do we?"

"I can give you contacts and information you haven't got a chance of acquiring on your own, my family is one of the oldest and most respected wizarding families. Potter is an old line as well, and a near muggle carrying it on is highly...distasteful."

Harry turned and looked at the two sitting next to him, they communicated silently with their eyes before turning back to Malfoy, "We'll think about it Malfoy, if you can restrain from insulting us then I believe it would be beneficial."

Holding out a hand the two shook quickly, an unsteady truce being put into affect as the rest of class started to file in.

After all the students were seated Professor Snape seemed to swoop in and began to take roll call, like Professor Flitwick he paused on Harry's name, "Ah yes; Harry Potter, our new celebrity."

Most of the Gryffindors snickered and a few of the Slytherins joined in; Harry shuddered lightly, his uncle had used that tone right before...quickly he snapped himself out of that train of thought listening as Professor Snape began his speech.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

The entire speech had been spoken barely above a whisper but it had captured the entire class in it's spell; Harry glanced at his two compatriots more glad then ever that they had studied everything they could beforehand.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry thought for a moment and then remembered he had considered even making it if he could get the ingredients, "The Draught of Living Death, Sir."

Snape's lips tightened into more of a sneer, "And where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Harrry managed not to look at the Professor as he answered, "It is a stone found in the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons, Professor."

Hermione gently rested her hand on his arm under the desk as Snape glared at Harry, "One more time Potter; what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"There is no difference between the two, Sir, they are the same thing, they also go by the name of aconite." All his answers were uttered in soft tones barely above a whisper but they seemed to echo in the dungeon classroom.

Scowling Snape turned on the rest of the class, sending one final Death Glare at Harry, "Well? Why aren't you copying that down!"

There was a rustling for quills and paper except for the few who already had the information alike Ron and Hermione. Hermione looked at Harry concerned, his face was very pale and he was shaking, not enough so that anyone but Ron or her would notice. Throughout the lesson, Snape kept glaring at the three and somehow managed to alternately insult them and give them all detentions. By the end, Harry had managed to get a week of detention and Ron and Hermione each managed to garner at least one.

As the class ended Snape threw one final insult their way as both Ron and Hermione took Harry out of the class, his eyes down, "Slytherins? What was the Sorting Hat thinking? You don't belong in the house of the intelligent and cunning, more like the ignorant and pathetic."

With that scathing comment the three fled the room away from the smug look on the Potion Master's face. Snape looked after the three with a vaguely unsettled look; something nagged him about them but he pushed it out of his mind as he prepared to terrorize another class. They still had a few hours before they were going to see Hagrid with Harry so the two drug him back to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin that marked the entrance to the dormitory, they received a raised eyebrow as the portrait swung open even before they uttered the password, quickly they thanked the founder and moved to the inside portrait that led to their quarters.

Isis quickly swung open her tongue darting out worriedly as the three collapsed on the couch, Ron and Hermione surrounding Harry. As he relaxed against the comfort of the two and the softness of the couch Isis spoke. "Bolt, what hasss happened? Are you alright my little sssnakesss?"

Harry nodded, "I am fine Isssisss, however the Potion Massster hatesss me, who jussst happensss to be our head of houssse." Unhappily the other two nodded, neither happy with how the class had gone.

"Don't worry my sssnake-child he ssshall realize you are not your father even if I have to lecture him myssself."

"No! Isssisss pleassse don't, it will only make him hate usss more."

The snake nodded her slitted eyes showing concern as the three sat on the couch looking at the fire and drawing comfort from eachother. Soon they rose realizing that they were due to go see Hagrid. Silently they slipped through the portrait and the common room disappearing into the hall.

As they walked towards the front of the castle Ron trailed behind a little, feeling a vaguely uncomfortable feeling; he jumped when he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. Looking up he whitened considerable as he saw a darkly smiling Percy looking at him, "Hello, little brother, and how are you enjoying your visit to the snake's den?"

The hand on his shoulder tightened considerably and he winced as Percy leaned down next to his ear, "Don't think that I've forgotten about our fun simply because you are in another house, I do have a private room after all."

Hearing throats cleared in front of them Ron looked to see Harry and Hermione glaring at the tall redhead gripping his shoulder. With one last smile Percy released him and headed back down the hall, "See you soon little brother."

The other two first years moved quickly to Ron's side intertwining their arms with his shaking frame, he could see the questions in their eyes and he shook his head and straightened himself, "Talk later, Hagrid's now. A strong cup of tea sounds good."

With a grateful smile the three continued on their way to visit the half- giant, their arms still intertwined in each other.