A/N: This time a rather fast update. This is thanks to one of my reviewers who offered to beta my work. As I still haven't heard from PatriotGirl, I accepted. This chapter is betaed by: azntgr01. Thank you very much!

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Chapter Five: The Plan.

As the third week started, Harry started feeling rather ill. Just this weekend he had spent with a nice round of chemotherapy, andnow he felt sick. He had been throwing up during the weekend, just as he had done several years ago. The reaction was worse because his magic recognised this intrusion in the body, but could also sense that in a way it would help. In short order, it meant that it attacked the chemo, but also tried to keep itself from attacking. His magic doing such confusing things was what made Harry's stomach role much easier. He had been placed in a ward with several other children and he liked that, even though he couldn't really enjoy their presence as he was feeling too bad. There were some boys from around 9-10 years old, and three girls ranging from 7 till 11 years old. They also had a form of cancer and were fighting for their lives. When Harry hadn't been feeling too sick, he had told them funny stories, glad to see them laughing.

Doctor Romanov had told him he would need to have chemo at least nine more times. It wouldn't be every week; it would depend on how he was feeling every week. Harry was using a lot of magic to cover up how he looked now. Of course he had been using the wandless glamour for years, but the strain had gotten bigger now that he had chemo again. Harry also knows that it would be very suspicious if he would suddenly start changing in appearance. He had read up on a spell that would make him look like his father, and was sure it had been used on him, as it was tradition. Luckily chemo had broken the spell, and he had found out he looked a whole lot more like his mother than his father. He also had her eyesight and only wore the glasses because that was how uncle Vernon had remembered him. And when he had come to Hogwarts he had been so used to wearing glasses, he didn't even notice it anymore. But in his real appearance he could see perfectly fine.

Now that he was back at Hogwarts he knew he would need to get all the first year students together. It would be difficult to do so, but it was important for his plan, as they were the key to it.

So after breakfast on Monday he approached the first year Gryffindors and asked them if they could please meet him at the kitchens during lunch. Awed, the little ones (there were 6 students) agreed, after he told them were the kitchens were.

Then in the hallways he spotted the group of Hufflepuffs and he went after them. When they started talking about which way to go to Charms, he decided it was a good excuse to help them and ask them, too. So he walked up to them and asked if they had a problem. Startled the little ones looked up at him and Harry smiled. It was a bigger group than the Gryffindors had been, as there were 10 students in total. They looked at him in wonder and some awe. "I will tell you were the Charms classroom is, but I also need to ask you something. You see, I was wondering if you could meet me during the lunch at the kitchens?"

The children looked at each other and then agreed. "We know where the kitchens are, so we'll be there, sir."

Harry laughed. "You really don't need to call me sir, it makes me feel so old. My name is Harry, you know."

"Of course we know," blurted a bright faced girl. She then turned a nice shade of red.

Harry just laughed a bit harder. "I see I'm going to like getting to know you better. Now then, the Charms classroom, before you come too late, is just a few hallways from here. Turn right at this end, turn the second hallway to the left and walk straight on till you see the painting with a knight. The classroom is the door on the right."

With that he walked away towards his DADA class. Remus was going to teach them about advanced shielding, and Harry was looking forward to it.

After the class was over a very tired Harry trudged into the hallways looking for first year Slytherins or Ravenclaws. His friends had their own elective courses right now, and though Harry was walking to the politics classroom, he was keeping an eye out for young students.

Then he spotted a group of Ravenclaw first years, and quickly approached them. When he asked them if they would please meet him during lunch time at the kitchens, they looked at him as if he had two heads. He assured them it would be a good learning experience, and please make sure all the first year get there. They nodded.

Harry was just in time for Politics to begin. He had soon found out that this class was most certainly not a promotion for the Ministry. In fact it looked at everything very critically and would many times dispute a law or regulation passed by the Ministry. Their professor was strict, but enjoyed coming to Hogwarts for these classes, as she normally taught at a primary school. Harry had been quite surprised to find out there was something like a primary school for wizards and witches, and when questioning Ron about it, they seemed to be for the middle class people who were modern enough to have two working parents. Other families usually kept one parent at home, to school their children there.

Harry was always enjoying the ways to look at what the Ministry was doing, what was going on in other countries, and discussing many a thing between them in class. He felt this was more of a challenge than some purely magical classes like Charms and Transfiguration.

He also kept a diary in which he would make notations on how it could be possible to change certain laws, or how there were loopholes around them which could work out in the disadvantage of the Ministry when they went up against Death Eaters or other criminals.

After politics Harry just decided to do the point me-spell and quickly found the Slytherin first years. He knew they would be the most difficult to persuade. After all he was a Gryffindor and would probably prank them or something. So when he addressed the first year group they looked at him with suspicion. He held his wand on his palm and stated: "I mean you no harm nor is this meant as a prank of some sort." The students recognised the fact that Harry had just made a simple wizarding promise. They would trust him, for now and agreed to meet him at the kitchens.

Happily Harry walked away. His plan would be put into action by lunchtime. Now he just had two hours of Transfiguration to look forward too, and if he had read his notes correct they were going to transfigure books into small animals. He wondered how Hermione would take this.


Even though Harry felt hungry, and tired, he would meet up with the first years anyway. So he quickly walked towards the kitchens, having assured his friends that he just needed to put in some work during this break. They had let him go then.

When he was near the kitchens he could hear some shouts and he hurried his pace, afraid of what he would find. And when he turned the corner he groaned loud enough to gain the attention of the first years.

It appeared they had all come a little earlier and of course had felt tricked when they noticed the other houses there. Though the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws weren't making such a big deal out of it, the Gryffindors and Slytherins had.

So now they turned to him with questions in their eyes. He looked at the group of 30 students and walked past them, gesturing for them to follow, saying that if they wanted to know, they would need to be more secure. So they followed.

Harry knew they were feeling uneasy when they noticed the dust on the floor and windows, and turned towards them. "Not to worry, it's not like I'm just going to leave you here. It's just that I'm taking you some place not many people have gone in apparently in the last 100 years. But I'm sure you'll like it once we're there."

He was now only a corridor away from the door, and wondered how the room would look like, as he hadn't seen it now that it was clean. He put his hand on the old wooden door, and pushed it open. The he stepped in and asked if the last one could please close the door. The Ravenclaw did so.

"Now that I have you all here I wish to tell you why you are here, and why I invited all houses and not older years, but first years." He lit up the fireplace, and smiled at the looks of wonder on the children's faces. He conjured some soft blankets and spread them in front of the fireplace. He settled himself onto it, and waited until the others had sat down as well.

"I found this large room two weeks ago, completely dark and covered in dust. One of the house-elfs could tell me that this had been the room of the Lady Ravenclaw herself. When she died, the room became home of the Ravenclaw Head of House, however it was found too large, as the Heads didn't bring their entire family with them anymore. Then this turned into the potions classroom. Until a Slytherin became the potions teacher and decided he wanted to stay in the dungeons. From that moment on this room was forgotten. But I believe it is perfect for what I have in mind." He paused for a bit. He could tell all students were impressed with being in the room of one of the Founders.

"Above the fireplace you see a very old painting. This painting is so old in fact; that it's not even moving, as moving paintings weren't invented until later on. You see the Founders together, having fun. And I believe we have lost this unity. I believe that the Founders never meant for the houses to grow apart. I think they were only supposed for giving or taking points and providing a secure place to sleep and have someone watching over you. But as far as I have been able to find out, the houses were meant to go to classes mixed on ability, not on house and year. I thought that we could use this room as a meeting place for all of us. There would be no house prejudices here, you could help each other, play games, make homework, talk, sing, I don't know; just do what you'd like."

He looked at the students. They seemed to be open to the idea.

"But how do we get here unnoticed? After all they can track us because of the dust. And I don't think you want everyone to get in here, right?" the Slytherin girl asked.

Harry nodded and smiled. "Yes, that's true, ehm...?"

"My name's Mathilda. Mathilda Gobblestones."

"Well then, Mathilda. I'm researching wards and shields for some time now, and will put up useful ones on the entrances. That way only people who have good intentions can come in. Also, I will put up a warning system so that if anyone of you has any problems, I will know when to come. Although this doesn't count in the weekends, for as you might have noticed, I'm at my aunt's then."

The students nodded. Harry continued. "There's more to this room though. You must have noticed the doors in this room, right?" Again they nodded.

"Well, one door leads to a walled garden, which we will have to clean up and start over again, as it has been abandoned for a long while. Another door leads to a bathroom, and the other four doors lead to the corridors near each dormitory. Perhaps we can make symbols on each door so you know where to go. Also, we will have to set passwords. Perhaps you can come up with some nice ones that go on the door leading to your dormitory. Also, we can't exactly meet in a completely empty room, so I'll ask the house-elves if they have spare furniture they can put in here. I will make sure the colours are either neutral or balanced evenly. If you have nice trinkets to put in here, feel free to do so. We should make this room into our Common Room. I was thinking of calling it the Common Common Room, but that sounded pretty lame."

The others grinned. "Thank you ehm, Harry. I think it's a very nice idea. And shall we meet again tomorrow? We can arrange the room to our liking, set passwords and perhaps Michael can paint the animals on each door, so we know where to go? Michael is very good at painting."

Harry knew the Gryffindor girl, her name was Annabela. "Sure, Annabela, that's fine by me. Perhaps we can come here after dinner? We would need to make sure it's not too noticeable, so if one group arrives nearly straight away after dinner, and the rest follows every five minutes or so?"

They nodded, and then quickly went to lunch, as they were hungry.

Harry smiled to himself. Tonight before meeting up with DA, he would put up some wards. Tomorrow he would put up the rest, set passwords, and some warning spells and shields that would protect the ones inside the room and garden, from harm. All in all it went better than expected.

The rest of the week passed by quickly. On Tuesday he set the wards and password. Surprisingly the students agree that it should be simple and the same for everyone. They had agreed on 'home'. Then they had arranged the room to their liking, pointing out where everything was supposed to be while Harry used his wand to make it happen. Some students had brought little paintings, or posters with them. Many Ravenclaws carried books, Hufflepuffs had some plants to put into the room, and the Slytherins and Gryffindors had brought nice warm plaids and pillows.

Michael painted each animal on their respective doors, so the door leading to the Ravenclaws had a beautiful raven on it, the Huffepuffs a badger, the Slytherins a snake and the Gryffindors a Griffin. Everyone had applauded when he was finished and Michael had blushed. Harry had summoned Dobby and asked for a drink and some snacks for everyone. Dobby promised to make the elves aware of things that were needed in the room.

The students passed some time chatting, and eventually started on their homework, sometimes asking Harry about certain things, but mostly working together. It wasn't perfect yet, but Harry felt they were soon going to get there. And when they had some more difficult problems he would be there to help them.