After several requests to continue this, I have finally decided that I will put in random scenes over the years that tie into cannon. Mostly. Except stuff that happened in HBP… As I've said before, I'm ignoring it. Things that have come to light, like knowledge and such, will be used, but most events – bar the main ones, or the ones at the end – will be promptly be put into the evil vortex that eats all of the matches to my socks and library books (which are, by the way, about three months late… ouch, that's gonna be a nasty bill) as tangible ideas, or maybe pages of the bad book…

I'm actually very proud of this, mainly because it's a pretty original idea… the events anyway. Actually, I think the whole fic is pretty original. Except for small details that is… Like Blaise's physical features. I'm pretty sure that most of them are stolen from various fics, and the idea for Draco to know that the Crabbe and Goyle he was talking to the day the Trio – more like duo, 'cos Hermione snigger got cattified – interrogated Draco weren't his Crabbe and Goylecame from a oneshot with HD implied slash called Nine Words… by someone. I'm too lazy to look it up, but if anyone knows what the hell I'm talking about, please tell me so I can give credit where credit is due. On that note, I think a Disclaimer is due…

Disclaimer: Eheh. If I owned Harry Potter and co, I wouldn't be sitting here in my slightly torn flannel pajama pants, tank top, and sweatshirt at the kitchen table… probably. Well, either way, I do not own anything that can be associated to Harry Potter, sadly, though my dad did buy the Goblet of Fire DVD a few days ago. Made my day, that.

More than half of this was written while listening to Slipknot's The Nameless repeatedly, so I blame the weirdness of it on that. And the hour of 2-3 o'clock in the morning on Friday night without caffeine…

Italics are thoughts or emphasis
Bold is emphasis or actions

Most of the little underlined numbers in parenthesis are a guide as to what the ANs at the bottom are referring to.

-Chapter/Scene 2: How come Draco can call him Sev?-

It was the week after Hermione had proposed that they use Polyjuice Potion to get information, and Harry had read the section pertaining to said potion several times and duplicated them into a blank notebook for several reasons. One of those reasons was to have notes in case he needed them for a later date, and another was to show Draco and everyone. They would, no doubt, have to be informed of this dunderheaded plan. It was such a same that Professor Snape couldn't see him here, behaving as a good Potion's student should. In truth, he had exact notes of everything the man had ever said pertaining to Potions. He wasn't much good doing the actual work, but Harry knew his stuff by heart.

Their plan was not what could be called sneaky, and it was a sad day for Slytherins everywhere when they would have to resort to such a thing. None of the 'Golden Trio,' as Draco had began to call them, knew anything about the people whose place they would take, and thus, would most likely mess everything up the moment they opened their mouth. Harry himself would have to act like an idiot, something he knew for a fact neither Greg nor Vince was. Put simply, this plan was bound for a swirly soon.

Harry didn't enjoy looking like an idiot, which was why he had tried to talk Hermione out of this plan several times.

-Flashback to a few days ago-

"Hermione, this will never work."

"And… why not, Harry?"

He huffed angrily and ran his hand roughly through his hair.

"Isn't it against Gryffindor code or something to invade someone else's privacy?"

"Well… strictly speaking, it is. But since when have you ever cared for the rules?"

Harry reared back as if he had been struck.

"When did I ever break the rules simply for the fun of it? Have I ever broken those sacred rules without good reason?

"We don't even know where the Slytherin common room is!"

"Come on, Harry. It can't be that hard to follow someone!"

" – And look like idiots because we don't know where out own common room is? NO!"

"But Harry," she simpered, "don't you want everyone to like you again?" She touched his arm, and he had to use a great amount of effort in not flinching.

Bitch, he thought savagely, and hoped that the disgust didn't show on his face.

"We don't even know what they act like. The others will never believe it."

He shoved her off and gave her a nasty glare, and said rather harshly "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, but Harry, I know more than you do," she muttered, almost too quiet for Harry to hear, but he did, and she was wearing a conniving smirk that, frankly, scared the shit out of him.

-End Flashback, and back to Present-

Needless to say, it didn't work well at all.

Thus, Harry felt it was his job to warn his good friends in Slytherin.

-Cher-

"Blaise, I need to see Draco."

Blaise Zabini noticed the urgent tone of voice that his friend spoke with, and did as he was told.

And so it was that Harry told Draco of Hermione's plan and its many flaws. Draco, in turn, told all of the other Slytherins, who had gained a nasty gleam in their eyes at the thought of fooling more Gryffindors into believing that they were all idiots who laughed stupidly behind one leader. Harry decided that he liked that gleam that meant that the two (because Harry could hardly count as a Gryffindor… right?) Gryffindors' stay in their common room would be hell.

They all agreed that it was an extremely poorly thought out scheme and had even wrote some down, just as a record for the book: The day Slytherins outsmart Hogwarts' greatest bookworm, Hermione "Beaver" Granger. (1)

With all the excitement that had stirred in the common room, Harry felt it right to give himself a point for something. So on a chalkboard that he had conjured from a button that had fallen off of a couch conveniently (he glared at the sixth year who had told him that it could easily be sewn back on) and with a combination diction spell and a color charm, he had written, in bright red letters: Point one for Potter.

An older Slytherin thought that maybe the later generations wouldn't understand, insteadbelieving that Potter and their house were enemies, and added in bright blue, and Slytherins. The very same Slytherin had then posted that chalkboard above the fireplace, next to that picture of the solitary, stationary man, with an added sticking charm.

He really was impressed with all of the bad influence he had brought the snake house, even if it was only within the safety and privacy of their underground haven. If Harry hadn't known that dancing crazily around the Slytherin common room would get him kicked out, he would be currently doing aforementioned taboo. Preferably with head-banging and strobe lights… (2)

But, back onto the planning of the thwart-age of Beaver's idea, Harry would tell them the morning that the potion was ready so all that stayed for winter break could get ready and rehearse their parts, along with what they were doing to make the other two of the 'Golden Trio' believe that their idea would work. Harry was fairly confident that he would not get caught sneaking down to the Slytherin side of the dungeons at 6 or 7 in the morning, because Ron was an extremely heavy sleeper and was known to sleep until well after noon on weekends and holidays.

-Cher-

The day had come that the Trio would infiltrate the Slytherin common room and, in general, make grand fools out of themselves.

Harry was practically bursting in anticipation, though for a very different reason than Ron and Hermione.

Haphazardly throwing on random articles of clothing (including, but not limited to, a mismatched set of red and green socks, a stained Oxford shirt that went with his uniform, the green Weasley sweater he had gotten the year before, and a red hat that he had found on the floor of their infinitely messy dorm, which he suspected was Ron's, because it had two C's on the inside, for Chudley Cannons, and clashed horribly with his hair (3) ), Harry tried to get out of the tower as soon as possible.

He had collapsed on the couch in front of the fire after rushing to the dungeons to catch his breath, and wasn't even aware of the slight chatter behind him until a hand tapped his shoulder.

He figured he must have jumped at least a foot off the couch, even though that is impossible no matter how often the term is used, before he'd turned around with his wand in hand and the strongest glare he could muster, which was nothing compared to the one he was met with, on his face.

The black eyes of Professor Severus Snape glared into green and Harry would have groaned if he did not fear being yelled at immediately. He felt it best to lower his wand and act non-threatening.

"What, Mr. Potter, would you be doing in my house?"

"Well, technically, professor, this isn't your house. It's a house of Hogwarts and –"

"I know that, idiot boy! Ten points from Gryffindor for stating the obvious and being cheeky. Let me rephrase it in a way even Weasley could understand. Why are you in the Slytherin common room at 6:30 in the morning of Christmas Eve? Wait, don't tell me. You were going to set up a prank, just like your father and –"

"Don't compare me to my father! I am most certainly not my father and I would appreciate it if you would be able to see past that. If you would not have assumed that I was the moment you first saw me, maybe you would know that," Harry sneered at the professor and was surprised when another voice spoke up from behind him.

"Sev, leave him alone. He's here on our invitation," Draco stated calmly, though on the inside he was just a tad annoyed. The man hadn't even bothered to check on his wards for the last few months and thusly didn't know anything of the happenings of late. It was his own damn fault!

(Harry was, of course and as we expect, shocked at the brutal butchering of their most unfriendly professor's name. On second thought, why did Draco not get glared at for it?)

"Not unless you tell me what's going on. All of you! Why are you allowing Potter, of all people, into your territory? How do you know he won't attack you the moment you let him in?" The man had a sneer stuck on his face as he looked at the mismatched little urchin in front of him.

Theodore Nott spoke up quietly from slightly behind Draco and Harry with, "Professor, you might want to sit down for this."

The whole of Slytherin began telling their Head of House the story with all of them contributing to it, along with Harry, who had worked up the nerve, toward the end.

Severus was too startled at the story to say anything except, "Polyjuice, Potter?"

Said cross-housed student wrinkled his nose distastefully at the reminder of the horrible going ons of the evening, and remembered that he was there for a reason.

"Right. Greg, Vince, Hermione's planning on filling a couple of cupcakes with a sleeping draught and levitating them in the middle of the hall about thirty minutes after dinner ends, counting on her belief that you love food. From what I understand, she's planning on getting your hair then after locking you in a closet until we're done in here.

"She's also riding on the belief that you're idiots, which you're not, to get us through. How she imagines impersonating Milli, who she knows next to nothing about, I don't know. Everyone else just… lie low, except for you, Draco. Act all badass and full of pure-blood pride and you'll be fine. Maybe even show us the article from the Daily Prophet a few days ago, make fun of Ron's family in front of his face… Actually, that'd be rather funny… Oh, if any of you want to change the password from 'Point one for Potter and Slytherins' into something that he almost expects from you guys, like… pure-blood! Snape –"

"That's Professor Snape to you, Potter," the newly named Sev snapped automatically, before allowing Harry to continue.

"As I was saying, if you'd like, sir, you could redecorate the common room to make it more imposing and intimidating."

Snape almost chuckled – chuckled! – at the rather good ideas coming from the Boy-Who-Lived. He might just have to kidnap the hat to resort Potter… As much as I loathe to admit it, the brat is growing on me…

-Cher-

Ron and Hermione remained ignorant of both Harry's relationship with the somewhat darker house and the true nature of said portion of Hogwarts.

It was about midnight and the Slytherin common room was alive with the sounds of music and strobe lights.

Laughter could be heard everywhere, and Harry was teaching his friends the art of head-banging.

Severus Snape smiled slightly from where he stood, supervising the party, in the corner of the room.

Harry seemed to notice Snape's absence and promptly motioned for Draco to help him drag the man out of his corner.

The professor could tell that Ha-Potter was having a good influence on his charges.

(1) I know that the subject of Hermione's teeth hadn't come up until fourth year, but I figured that the Slytherins must have ridiculed her privately for it years ago if Draco used that spell, because I'm changing it so that it was aimed for her to fit my needs, and it the nickname was a rather spontaneous thing.

(2) I just realized where the head-banging bit came from… it's this song! Love it to death, though… I am determined to get the CD sometime.

(3) I'm pretty sure that this was what Harry gave Ron in either the Goblet of Fire or the Order of the Phoenix for Christmas, but still… Actually, the hat was orange…

Anyway, I did decide to continue this, for you guys.

Thanks for reading...

Cher-nessssss