As some of you may know the first few chapters are from the same title story, the Silver Trio, by Saete 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.

I've finally finished the editting after this chapter. Then I will be working on both Bloody Sabbath and this one simultaneously. I'll try to be fair.

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When Harry woke up the next morning the first thing that he noticed was that he wasn't alone in his slumber. Ron and Hermione were curled up on either side of him; both still deep in sleep.

Flushing at his reaction last night, the teen slowly disentangled himself from his two friends, feeling slightly guilty for using the two like two big teddy bears. Snorting softly at the visual Harry stretched in front of the fire and whispered a soft, "Tempus."

Green writing appeared in the air depicting the time as 5:30 AM; trying not to wake either the slumbering portrait or his slumbering friends, Harry moved to bathroom. Almost reverently, he basked under the streams of steaming hot water that pounded down on him from above and washed away some of the still present anxiety from the previous night.

Looking in the mirror, Harry winced as he looked at the dark bruises still littering his chest. He was fairly sure that the ribs were healing wrong since sometimes he would get shooting pains in his chest. Shaking his head, he reapplied the glamour charms and resolved to deal with it later. As he exited the bathroom, he could see Ron and Hermione both starting to stir from their positions on the couch. Their blurry eyes immediately turned to him as he appeared in the doorway.

Ron's hair was standing up in great cowlicks springing all over and Hermione's great mass of curly, frizzy hair was about three feet out from her head; Harry muffled a snort of laughter as he turned away. "Well bloody good morning to you too." Said Hermione snippily as she rose from the couch and walked towards the empty bathroom. A small smile at the rejuvenated teen in front of her belied the snappy words as she shut the door.

"Alright there, mate?" asked Ron from the couch. Harry looked at the redhead as he nodded his face suddenly changing into an angry expression as he began to pace and rant, "That...that GIT of a potions master, he...he pushes my buttons so badly! I can't help but be pathetic around him! I'm bloody better then that!"

With that he threw himself down on the couch watching as Isis began to stir in her portrait; he hissed an apology as her slitted eyes opened. Ron scooted over towards the other and leaned into the couch, "You're not pathetic mate, everyone has someone that just does that to them. I'm not exactly comfortable around Snape; hell, I'm bloody scared around the bastard. I'm pretty sure that Hermione feels the same way."

Harry sighed as he heard the opinion reiterated from the portrait on the wall as well, "I think that he may be suspecting something. He keeps giving us these odd looks as though he is looking for something; it is really disconcerting."

A fresh Hermione had exited the bathroom to hear the last part of the statement, "Oh, big words there, are you bleeding?" she teasingly mocked. Before either of the boys could respond her tone grew serious, "As long as we don't give him any reason to suspect something he will not go beyond his preconceptions for fear of being proven wrong about us.

Ron ducked into the now open bathroom as Harry looked admiringly at Hermione, just then he started as he looked towards the fire, "I completely forgot what day it is!"

The curly haired girl glanced quizzically at the dark haired teen, "Uhmm, right over my head there Bolt, what day is it?"

"It's Halloween, we have that bloody feast tonight!" exclaimed Harry as he hurried to dress as he looked at the time, "Well, this sucks bloody bad!"

Hermione clucked disapprovingly, "Really Harry, what wonderful grammar you have. Anyway, what is so bad about Halloween or a feast?"

Harry glared at her as he spoke, "Not only is this the day that my parents died and I had to go live with those bastard relatives of mine, it also means that we have to spend longer then usual in the great hall for some idiotic reason! All that damn glaring gets on my nerves."

"Well don't pout about it, there's nothing we can do except ignore the idiots in the hall."

"I...DON'T...POUT." Glowered Harry. "I just think it is a pointless holiday, truly pointless."

"Again, there's not much we can do about it, so I would advise you to hurry up and deal with it because we have all our classes today." With that Hermione yanked her curly hair into a high ponytail and put on her school robe on over a pair of black zippered pants and a silver shirt with black writing across it saying, WELCOME TO MY WORLD – PLEASE CHECK PRECONCEPTIONS AT THE DOOR.

With a sigh, Harry came out from his small drapery enclosed bedroom, his dark hair pulled into a low ponytail and wearing a pair of black jeans and a button down emerald shirt with a black tee underneath. Just as Harry was coming out, Ron appeared from the bathroom with his vibrant red hair pulled back into a black leather wrap that bound it. He was wearing a long pair of dark blue jeans under a vibrant orange wizarding shirt that somehow managed to not clash but meld with his hair. A small edge of flames moved along the bottom edge of the shirt as though it would burn in a moment. The three had learned that it didn't really matter what they wore under their school robes because no one would ever bother to check that they were actually in dress code. It was an absurd system that they enjoyed taking advantage of.

The day went on fairly normally; Snape yelled at them in his class and gave Harry detention, and the three continued to exceed in all other subjects. It wasn't until the afternoon, Herbology that had been changed to be with the Gryffindors that something happened. Professor Sprout had forced them to break into groups of three to work with a plant as a group rather then an individual. Hermione, Harry, and Ron quickly formed a group while Neville ended up with two of his housemates; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.

This was the one class where Neville seemed to actually feel confident in his abilities, and it was apparent in the way that he handled the plants. As Seamus roughly tried to repot the squirming plant Neville grabbed it before it could bite the irish teen. "Careful Seamus! The teeth are really sharp and it doesn't like rough handling; just plant it gently and it will go a lot easier on you and the plant." With efficient hands, Nevilled quickly planted the small plant into the ground as the others watched.

At the end of class everyone filed out, dirty and covered in planting soil from the squirming plants. Somehow Harry, Ron, and Hermione ended up right behind a large group of Gryffindors with Neville right in front of them. They could easily hear one of the arrogant ones begin to talk loudly and condescendingly, "You would think that he would learn to do as well in other, actually useful classes, as he does in Herbology. What a waste of a wizard; he has to notice that he doesn't have any friends."

The three Slytherins knew instantly who they were talking about and it was obvious that Neville figured it out as well because his pace quickened as he hurried back towards the castle. Hermione glared at the Gryffindors as they walked past; it was partly their fault that Neville didn't have any confidence.

In a low voice Harry spoke, "We'll find him later to talk, I think that it's time we had a chat with him and maybe actually give him some real friends instead of those idiots." Ron and Hermione nodded quickly in agreement as they headed off to finish the rest of their afternoon classes.

After their afternoon classes, the three headed back to their dorm to plan out their talk with Neville and exactly how much they were going to tell him about their true selves. They seated themselves comfortably around the fire as Hermione was the first to speak, "He seems trustworthy, I mean if you think about it the boy has the loyalty of a Hufflepuff."

Ron shook his head as he broke in, "True, but those loyalties never seem to extend to Slytherins; especially considering even if he has the loyalty of a Hufflepuff he is still a Gryffindor! It's not like they are known for being tolerant."

"I feel sorry for him" said Harry breaking into the conversation, "He obviously doesn't fit in with the rest of his housemates, and he hasn't tried turning on us to get in better with them. For me that speaks volumes about how much we can trust him."

Hermione nodded, "I completely agree, it would have been much easier to denounce the 'slimy Slytherins' and try to get in better with the other people in his house. I think he is a lot like us; he sincerely doesn't care about the interhouse rivalries."

The redhead furrowed his brows in thought and finally nodded, "Yes, I can see that similarity, he definitely has potential and I would much prefer him a friend when he comes into it. Not to mention that he seems like a real kind soul, there are so few now."

"It makes me so mad to hear those assholes talk about him like that!" fumed Hermione "If anyone ever actually bothered to look he has great possibilities! He would go out on a limb for anyone and they simply shot him down! If that is truly the house of the lion then I am sincerely glad that I was not placed there."

Both the other two nodded in agreement also angry with the harsh words that the foolish Gryffindors had thrown at their up and coming friend. Thinking about it Harry smirked, "You know I am particularly protective of my friends...perhaps a little payback is in order?"

An identical smirk appeared on both of his friend's faces; "Yes, payback does sound like a glorious idea but I think we should wait until we can get Neville involved in it; I think that boy has a dark streak that we don't see." Said Hermione.

Ron looked at her incredulously, "Brigid, do you know what you are saying? I live with a house full of Gryffindors..."

"And you cannot tell me that at least one of your brothers has a evil dark streak?" snapped the brunette. he looked instantly contrite when she realized what she had said, "I'm sorry Burn." She offered quietly.

The redhead accepted the apology with a nod saying it was forgiven. Harry broke up the tense silence with a small grin, "Well, so now that we established we're going to actually bring a fourth to our group we have several considerations. First, how much exactly are we going to tell him? Second, can and do we extend the Parseltongue? Finally, what would his name be? With a name like Neville Longbottom I do truly pity him."

Here Hermione spoke first, "How about Bran? Since Ron mentioned the Welsh mythology I've been researching the name, which then let to the Celtic gods and goddesses. Bran is both a dark and a light god, he is both the god of healing and the god of war. He is much like Neville with the light and dark elements combining within him."

Harry nodded, "I like it; simple and to the point. It definitely works for the boy, but we have to talk to him tonight or we will lose the edge we have at the moment."

Ron spoke up, "Most definitely; we'll have to catch him after dinner, there would be just too much uproar if we spoke to him in the Great Hall. Especially this first time, after this it will be much easier to catch up to him."

Turning, Harry spoke to Isis who was watching the proceedings carefully from her portrait, "Isssisss, isss it possssible to extend Parssseltongue to include a fourth perssson?"

The snake nodded her head affirmatively as she hissed, "Yesss, it isss however, I mussst meet thisss fourth to decide if he isss worthy of ssspeaking my language. There mussst be no ssspot for betrayal when you extend a gift sssuch asss thisss."

Three serious nods met the statement; they could easily understand how this could be a deadly gift; all they had to do was look at Voldemort. The late dark lord had done much damage with the gift; not only to the magical and the muggle world but as well as to the snakes themselves.

"I do not think you ssshall have to worry Isssisss; but we ssshall bring him to meet you before anything elssse happensss." Hissed Hermione. Deciding that not much else could be done until dinner the three settled down with books and only the crackling of the fire broke the comfortable silence.

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At Dinner

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As the first years settled themselves down, they glanced around the great hall, immediately noticing Neville's absence from the hall. Ron was the first to comment quietly so that no one else could hear, "Neville isn't here; do you think that the comments really drove him away from dinner?"

"I don't know, but it certainly would affect most people if they heard that the house they were supposedly most suited for denied them" replied Hermione directing a scathing look at the whole of the Gryffindor table.

Suddenly a group of Gryffindors walked by talking loudly, "Yeah, I heard Neville sneak off to the dungeon, didn't even want to show up to dinner." Another Gryffindor they identified as Pavarti Patil shook her head and spoke up, "Guys really are idiots, I mean why would they say something like that?" They continued past the Slytherin table still talking about the turn of events.

Harry pushed away the plate of food in front of him and looked at the others, "Should we go find him now, or should we wait until after this 'celebration'" he said sarcastically.

Before the others could answer the doors to the Great Hall banged open loudly and the still stuttering Quirrell stumbled in talking shrilly "Troll in the Dungeons! Troll in the Dungeons! I...I thought you might like to know." With that last statement the professor collapsed to the floor as the Great Hall erupted in noise from the various houses.

At the head table Headmaster Dumbledore stood casting a spell to make his voice echo throughout the hall, "Prefects! Please lead your houses back to the common rooms in a calm and orderly fashion."

As Harry, Ron and Hermione left with the rest of the Slytherins following the prefect Hermione suddenly stopped and pulled the other two behind her over to an alcove hidden in shadows. "Those two Gryffindors said that Neville was in the dungeon!" she hissed "We have to go find him."

Sighing both Ron and Harry pulled their wands out and gestured Hermione to the dungeon; she was completely correct, they had to go find Neville. Quickly and quietly the three separated themselves from the other houses and stole silently down into the lower levels of the school.

When a loud scream suddenly broke the silence, they glanced at each other and broke into a dead run to the other side of the long corridor; each fearing that they would be too late. Suddenly, Harry skidded to a stop as Ron and Hermione tried not to slam into him from behind. The raven-haired boy gestured before either of them could ask him what the hell he was stopping for. In front of them was the troll, the creature was hunched over and dragging a large club behind it. Suddenly, they were hit with the smell and each of them wrinkled their nose at the hideous scent that was starting to make their eyes water.

They watched and suddenly on the other side of the creature they caught sight of Neville; he had managed to drag himself into a corner and a crack in the wall; there was no way that the oversized troll could reach him. This didn't mean that he wasn't trying though; the troll kept swinging his club wildly trying to catch him with it. The crashing against the walls echoed throughout the corridor and the three huddled quickly together trying to come up with a brief course of action that would somehow save the boy they wanted to become their friend.

Moving quickly, the three spread out in a semi-circle around the troll, nodding to each other before they raised their wands together. Harry and Hermione both cast a powerful Stupefy and Ron a Wingardium Leviosa to prevent the large club from falling onto Neville. All at once, the troll's club was removed from his hand and floated gently in the air, just as it was looking around the Stupefies hit and it fell to the ground making a dull thud on the hard floor. Ron carefully lowered the club to the ground and the three rushed over to check on Neville.

Just as they were pulling the white-faced boy from the floor teachers appeared, McGonagall, Snape, & Dumbledore all stood in amazement for a moment before shaking it off and striding forward. McGonagall was the first to speak, "50 points from Slytherin! All students were told to go to their Common Rooms, what were you doing?"

Hermione stepped forward and spoke calmly, "We heard some Gryffindors talking and knew Neville was down here, obviously none of the oh so noble Gryffs were going to do anything so we decided it was necessary."

Offering no more explanation, she stepped back and before McGonagall could speak up again Snape calmly stepped forward and spoke in his silky voice, "25 points to both Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger for spells, and 25 points to Mr. Weasley for his attempt."

Obviously Snape was not above giving them points for Slytherin but you could tell that the idea he was giving them to these three was abhorrent to him. Before McGonagall could protest, the headmaster calmly spoke up, "Will you four please return to your common rooms? Minerva, Severus, I believe we have a troll to take care of."

With a small nod at the three Professors the four students set off, they separated at the stairs but before Neville could head up to the Gryffindor Common Room Harry grabbed him, "Neville, we would like to talk to you, how about tomorrow morning? Can you get away?"

The other boy nodded, "I'll meet you right here, none of the other Gryffindors are ever down here."

Letting go the three Slytherins walked away, already trying to plan how the morning meeting would go.

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Done, done, done: squeals : Now I can get onto writing this thing. I am going to have to do something about finding who all had fav'd this fic before and get in contact if the author doesn't put a post the fic was abadoned. I am planning on combining the ideas that she'll send me as soon as she bloody well hurries up!