A/N: First off, I want to thank everyone for reviewing.

Okay, now for some explaining.

The reason why I haven't had Draco and Harry...do it, it because it ties along with the plot, and don't worry they do it in the end.

No one's reviewed my INUYASHA story... I'm hurt, I thought it would be good...

Disclaimer: Nothing mine

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The halls were empty, quiet, and the shadows cast dancing figures along the walls. Harry knew that he would have an hour or so to get to know the dungeons and find the Slytherin Commons, but because of Draco's constant images he was sending, Harry quickly found himself in front of the right slab of black stone.

"And as the serpent kills the lion," he muttered in Latin.

The stone wall groaned, before opening up to allow him entrance. Harry stepped through, looking back as the wall fell back down to grace the floor. He then turned, and smirked at what would be his new home. The common room had yet to change since his ventured down in his second year.

Harry sighed, and walked towards a hall on the other side of the Common Room. He began walking down it, before coming to a split, to the right were the girls' and the left the boys' dormitories. Harry of course took left.

He finally came to an extravagant, oak door, charmed a dark hue to go with the walls. The sconces cast flickering lights over it, and Harry saw the intricate snakes carved into it, and to his surprise, they were moving. One snake, which stayed curled in the center, seemed to be watching Harry. He recognized it at once to be a small basilisk.

"Why are yooooou here?" the basilisk carving hissed, his head coming from the wall completely. Harry stepped back in surprise.

"I'll be staying here," he hissed in Parseltongue.

The Snape leaned its head back in surprise, it hadn't expected that; "Of coooourse," it hissed; "The passsssword?"

"Aequinoctium ((1))," Harry muttered the Latin, smirking as he crossed his arms.

Nodding, the snake fell back into the door, and the other four around it slithered together to form a circle. With a chorus of slight hissing, the door swung open. Nodding with admiration at the magic, Harry walked through it.

Slytherins were very blessed that they lived in spacious dungeons. Draco's room was more of a half-flat; it only lacked a decent kitchen. There was a sitting area, a door that led to a bedroom; and another that would lead to the bathroom. Harry marveled at the dark greens, smooth silvers, and deep blacks, all molding to create a warm, comfortable atmosphere.

Harry quickly crossed the sitting area and entered the bedroom. He smirked; there would be room for a second bed, though he hardly doubted it would be needed for long. He looked around, taking in the room. There was, of course, a lavish bed, a door to a closet, and then a small nook that was two steps up into a small inlet with a desk and small library. There was also a single window; at level with the ceiling and above the side of the bed nearest the far wall.

Harry pulled out his matchbox-sized trunk, and muttering the counter charm, he set it on the ground and stepped back to give it room to revert to its original size. He then went over and took a book from a shelf, seeing it was a meaningless one on Quidditch that could be easily replaced and threw it on the ground, by the wall in the desired spot. Holding his hands out towards it, Harry closed his eyes and imagined the book transforming into a bed identical to Draco's. Feeling the magic flow from his fingertips sent a sudden rush through Harry, and he marveled in the power he possessed. A minute later, he opened his eyes, seeing a bed as he had imagined. The blankets were slightly lighter, but it did not matter much.

Harry then went to the closet, and threw the door open. Turning back to the trunk, he motioned for it to come, and, with a shake, it scooted over, bunching up the rug as it did. Cursing under his breath, Harry levitated the trunk into the large walk-in closet, and opened it. With each wave of his hand, clothing flew up and folded themselves as they were set in shelves, and all of his school supplies went to the office alcove.

Harry removed his heavy robes and threw them on his bed, before stretching. Sighing he walked out of the closet and took a random book from the bookshelves, before walking out of the chambers and down the hallway again.

Entering the Common Room, he sat down on a sofa, placing himself in the middle, and opened the book up. He found that it was based on the history of wizards, and by the text, the majority were dark. Harry soon became bored with it, but his sharp hearing soon caught the sounds of rushed footsteps, a muffled stampede heading his way. Harry yawned, appearing unconcerned as he heard the wall groan as it rose. The stampede grew louder very quickly, and Harry tried his best to block out the sounds as Slytherins filled the Common Room. Draco was in front, his Malfoy mask on perfectly.

"Potter, what the hell got up your arse to pull a stunt like that?!" A young man Harry knew only as Nott shouted, shoving his way through the crowd.

Harry looked at him dully, a blank yet apathetic look on his features as he rose, setting the book down on a nearby table; "Well, Nott, it appears that realization got up my arse," he said, raising an eyebrow; "You all didn't actually think I was that Golden, did you?"

Silence greeted this, and Draco turned around to face the crowd; "Alright!" he said loudly; "All of you fifth year and down get to your rooms! NOW!" he added as fair warning, glaring at them while at the same time taking his wand from his robes.

In a flash, the common room as emptied nearly completely. Harry shook his head in admiration and sat down, looking around at the few that were left. There weren't many Slytherins in the sixth and seven years, especially the latter. Harry figured that most had been inducted into the Death Eaters.

Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindors met in the Common Room as quickly as they could after the feast. Watching the entire Slytherin body get up and leave literally as one had told them all rough times were ahead. Now, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ginny, Lavender, and Padma all sat in the common room, off to the side and away from everyone else. They had all brought armchairs to the corner, and a couch, as well.

"Hermione, Ron, you two were closest to Harry," Seamus said anxiously, wringing his hands out of tense nervousness; "What the hell... I mean why the hell did he do that? Switch to Bloody Slytherin!" he gasped, throwing his hands up in dismay and sitting in Dean's lap.

"I...I..." Hermione stammered, looking down as she was at a loss for words.

"He's gone fucking dark, that's why!" Ron suddenly exploded, the only thing keeping him from storming down to the dungeons was his remaining rational thought.

"Ron! Language!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Sorry, 'Mione, but can you blame me?" Ron asked; "We had no idea," he said to the crowd.

"Some best friends you two were," Lavender said snidely; "Maybe that's why he left."

"No, the reasons have to be deeper," Neville said; "Harry wouldn't just leave because he suddenly didn't like you both."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, looks the others caught; "Alright, what do you two know?!" Dean asked; "Come on, spill, this is vital!"

"Dean, we can't," Hermione said, desperately trying to control her emotions as she looked at him.

"Well why the hell not?" Seamus mumbled, his head resting on Dean's chest as he looked at Hermione and Ron with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Honestly, is that your new favorite word?" Dean asked lightly, ruffling his lover's hair.

"Yes," Seamus grumbled.

"It'd put a lot of things and a lot of people at risk," Hermione said.

There was silence then, as everyone was engrossed in thought. Finally, Ginny spoke, her voice quite and solemn; "What about the DA?"

"Well, it's obvious," Hermione said; "We'll just have to manage without Harry."

"Yeah, if he went to Slytherin, chances are he's turned his back on us for good," Neville said glumly.

"So Potter, give us an explanation," Nott all but growled, glaring at the former Gryffindor as he Nott sat in an armchair. The others, too, found seats, all wanting the same explanation.

"Well, as most of you probably know," Harry said; "and I know you do; I'd been staying with Professor Severus Snape over the remaining two and a half-months of summer holiday. Over that time, I came to realize many flaws for a side supposedly of the 'Light'. We all know that betrayal is hardly a righteous quality. Therefore, as an act of rebellion, I have returned to the House I originally was meant to be in."

There were several gasps from the young women, and a few boys gawked. Draco rolled his eyes and finally sat beside Harry on the couch, which caused more controversy.

"Yes," Harry said; "Had it not been for Dumbledore's meddling, I would have been Slytherin. There is too much to explain, and as I trust virtually none of you as of yet, many shall never know the true extent of my switch..."

"So, finally came to your senses, did you?" Blaise quipped, desperate do break the tension; "Finally."

Harry smirked; "Yes, well," he glanced at Draco; "Things will be changing, for them the worse, for us the better."

"Oh so how would you do that?" Nott asked snidely.

"My plans are for my knowledge, not yours," Harry replied just as, perhaps with more distaste; "All I can say is that things will change."

"You've pretty much thrown the whole school off-balance," someone said.

Harry laughed quietly; "Is that what I've done?" he asked innocently; "Surely you'd think the Golden Child would have no intention of that?! Oh, I'm shocked by my actions," he added sarcastically, rolling his eyes, which earned him approved snickers and chuckles.

"I'm not too sure about allowing a mudblood in our midst," Nott mumbled, and he gained several murmurs of approval.

"Well, I cannot help it that my mother was born a Muggle," Harry said, "yet... my father was a pure blood and it is said that pure genes literally sift out the mud, in a sense," he added with a snide "what now" smirk.

Draco snickered; "Oh, come on, Nott, let it go, already," he said; "Think of it this way, now Gryffindor's moralle will be all but gone. And, with no figure head to hide behind, they'll be exposed."

At this, Nott sank back in his chair and rubbed his hands together, pure and evil mischief written on his features; "Never mind, Potter," he said; "The year's looking better already."

Harry chuckled and nodded. Draco yawned; "Well, I have a feeling that Professor Snape won't be returning to give his annual 'don't screw up' speech," he commented.

The occupants seemed to get the hint, for they all rose from their chairs and left. Finally, only Draco, Harry, Pansy and Blaise remained. Pansy and Blaise dragged two chairs over, in front of the couch.

"Albus what was the meaning of that, giving into the boy's rebellion?!"

Albus sighed, as soon as the feast had ended, the staff members of the Order were all called to meeting, and the Auror's had been called in as well. Now, they were all in the staff room, around the large table and to say there was tension in the room was the ocean was damp.

"Albus, I must admit this is too shocking for words," Minerva said, still suffering from shock.

"I had no choice," Albus said; "It is the ruling of the school, and Harry's display of rebellion is only to be expected..."

"Only to be expected?!" Moody barked, outraged; "What the boy needs is a good hard lesson in respect!"

"I did see the looks he gave you, Albus," Remus said quietly.

"Albus, what I believe the problem is that Harry is feeling the pressures we've seemed to have given him and he does not know how to cope," Snape said theoretically; "Perhaps he believes a change of scenery will benefit him."

"Yes, but Slytherin?" McGonagall asked, and Snape glared at her as well. Surprisingly, Kingsley and Remus did as well.

"What Potter does is what he thinks is best," Kingsley said, "Regardless of what House he is in. The boy has a level head, and personally, I think he was meant to be in Slytherin. Past summer's shown me that much."

"It's all your doing!" Tonks suddenly shrieked, her finger pointed at Snape accusingly.

"Oh, and what have I done?" Snape asked apathetically.

"You've brainwashed him!" the young Auror said, falling back into her seat. She looked around, suddenly embarrassed at what she had done.

"I assure you that Severus has done nothing of the sort, Tonks," Remus said calmly, "I was there regularly, Harry hadn't changed. And don't say it was a rouse so I wouldn't worry; I know my godson. He's too powerful for any form of mind control."

"So what do we tell the students?" McGonagall asked; "Rumors are bound to fly..."

"We will allow it," Dumbledore said; "I am sorry, but there is nothing we can do about this. We will just have to wait until Harry comes to his senses..."

And again, Dumbledore caught, out of the corner of his eyes, Remus and Snape quietly conversing.

- - -

"Well, I must say amazing show of defiance, Potter!" Blaise said, a grin on his features.

"Did you see Dumblefuck's face?" Draco asked, throwing his head back and laughing; "He looked like he could have dropped dead right then and there!"

Harry laughed quietly as well; "And the students!" he said; "Oh I can imagine the chaos this will cause tomorrow!"

Draco suddenly was quiet, and he slowly looked at Harry, a wicked grin on his face. Harry looked at him; "What?" he asked.

"Remember how you told me that the DA contacted each other through charmed galleons?" Draco asked quietly.

"Of course," Harry said, a cunning smirk on his face as he reached into his pocket and brought forth what looked to be a galleon; "Faze two: Bringing down Dumbledore's Army."

"You should just... take it over," Pansy said, "And rename it. Hell Harry, get enough kids under your wing, they'll take curses for you. Who's the Creevey boy we're always picking on?" she asked calmly to her boyfriend, and Blaise nodded.

"Aye, corner him and tell him little tidbits to win back his trust, and the little bastard will have it spread like wild fire," Blaise said, "Wonderful idea, Pansy, love."

"Yes, that is a very good idea," Harry mused, leaning back as he worked it into his own formula; "I never thought of the brat."

"We'd have to destroy his camera, though," Draco muttered darkly.

"Yes, but if he blabs the rightthings at the right time..."

Sabet paced in the great kitchens of the castle, nervous to no end. Though his outward appearance was calm and thoughtful, inside he was tearing himself apart for eminent loss. He could not contact Morgan, he couldn't contact Amos, and for that he felt guilty for his lack of being able to do so.

Sabet was brought from his thoughts as he heard rushed footsteps, and saw a young man, barely seventeen, come down the corridor of steps and down into the kitchens. He knew that this was Evan Russell, an orphan who had been turned into a werewolf when he was merely eight. Morgan had taken the child in then, her maternal instincts saving him from the world of hate he would surely have suffered through. Upon his first transformation, they found that it was neither a painful experience, nor did he become a true werewolf. The details led them to find he was a class four lycanthrope, and a mute one at that.

"Evan, why are you so nervous?" Sabet asked kindly, facing the young man with tawny hair and nearly-golden eyes.

/Sir, something has happened! / Evan thought anxiously. /Ammil came across something while he was training! /

"Where?" Sabet asked, suddenly aware of the possible seriousness of the matter.

/On the fourth floor, sir, follow me! /

Sighing, Sabet followed as the lycanthropic ran back up the stairs. They went through the halls, Evan all the while looking back, even though he could smell Sabet following him.

Sabet took the time to think about the young werewolf's situation, what with Morgan currently missing in action. He had become extremely withdrawn; he really hadn't made contact with anyone until now. Something must be either wrong or astounding.

Ten minutes later, after traveling the halls and stairways, they reached and open door, with a faint bluish light coming from it. Sabet knew the room instantly. It was one of the Forbidden, he didn't allow many into it. Ammil was one of those not permitted.

"Ammil, what have you..." Sabet began as he stormed in, but stopped. He felt Evan collide with him from behind, but the strong vampire wasn't moved.

The vampire, Ammil, slowly turned his head, a look of shock written on his face; "There's something behind that," he whispered, as if viewing something with dulled interest, a toned that betrayed the wideness of his cobalt blue eyes.

His head turned back to stare at the veil that was glowing, the black silk being blown by an unknown wind, the blinding light coming from whatever lay behind it. The veil was hanging down from a stone archway, which was in the middle of the room that held no windows or ducts, no sconces or sources of light.

"Ammil why the hell are you in here?" Sabet asked, walking over to the other vampire.

"I heard moans, Morste," Ammil whispered, his tone shaky; "Ungodly moans... ha-horrible..."

"Get out, and Evan, you as well," Sabet instructed, "Wait outside the door for my calls if I do."

Ammil nodded, and as he left he pulled a very curious werewolf with him. Sabet shut the door, then turned to stare at the veil. The hair on the back of his neck bristled as he heard a moan, a cry that sounded for help, pleading to him, to anyone. Sabet walked up to it, but stayed several feet away. He was unsure, the veil took those who entered and they never came out. That is why he kept the room Forbidden. He wouldn't have any of his charges or fellows fall into it. He knew the secrets of the veil, and he knew that the Ministry had one. There was also one in France, but to his knowledge it was in the process of being destroyed.

"Fudge, you daft bastard, you had better not have used this while you could," Sabet whispered, venom dripping at the name of the former minister. With contained uncertainty, he shouted out as he ripped the silk veil away, and stumbled back.

And to his amazement, just as the door was opened and Ammil and Evan came in, someone stumbled and fell from the blinding portal.

"Oh gods, it's over," the figure managed with a hoarse voice, and Sabet knew that it was a wizard instantly. The man had shaggy, long and unmanaged black hair, his skin was pale but he seemed to be nourished. The man looked at Sabet, groggily swaying on his feet for he was weak. Sabet got up and stood there.

"Who are you?" the man asked, he speech slurred as if he were drunk; "Where am I? Are you a Death Eater? Is this Voldemort's secret base? Wait, have we won? Oh gods, where is my godson? Is he alright? Where's my lover...?" the man babbled on and on, holding his hands in his hair and looking around regretfully as he moaned and spun around slowly.

"Wizard, you must calm yourself," Sabet said, "Ammil, alert the medic, please. Evan, arrange some chambers;" he instructed, and the two were gone. Sabet looked back to see the man watching him, an insane smirk on his face.

"You need help," Sabet said, and the man started laughing , throwing his shaggy hair back with his head. The sound was empty, false emotion, and it made Sabet wary.

"You know what," the man said; "I believe you're right," he tried to continue but let out a shallow gasp and began to fall forward. Throwing his hand out, Sabet stopped him, and proceeded to levitate the unconscious stranger out of the room.

Two hours later, after plotting and scheming and laughing with Blaise and Pansy, Draco and Harry stumbled into their quarters, as Harry was fooling around and groping at Draco's pants, with Draco only half-trying to stop him.

"Harry, honestly at least let me get to the bed!" he chided jokingly, lifting Harry's chin up to kiss his lips, his tongue quickly begging for entrance. Harry allowed it, picking Draco up and going to the bedroom, doing this while his shirt was being ripped away. They fell onto the nearest bed, Draco's.

Draco broke the kiss and rolled over, now atop Harry; "So... what does this imply?" he asked quietly, leaning down so that his breath traced Harry's ear.

Harry visibly shivered; "What do you think it means?" he retorted just as quietly, hands going to Draco's shirt.

"Finally," Draco whispered, before he captured Harry's mouth again.

TBC

A/N: sorry this chapter's a fill-in next one's going to be dealing with the stranger through the veil and Sabet's take on it. Also did you see the ending? It's not a cliffie!!!! "Finally" a few of you are probably saying. Anyway, I'll update as soon as possible!!!!

((1)) Latin that ruffly means "equinox"