The New Trio by henriette

Summary: Harry gets resorted into Slytherin, Dumbledore is being an ass, frustration, Harry is best friends with Draco and Blaise, and hates Hermoine and Ron, half gods, vampires, Snape, Ying and Yang and love (possible Slash).

¤¤Harry's thoughts¤¤.

¨'''¨Dean Tomas' thoughts¨'''¨.

/Other not so important peoples thoughts/.

"Everybody when they talk".

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Previously in The New Trio:
"You're quite right Marcus, I am the most coveted and edible bachelor in the UK, and proud of it!" Everybody joined Harry and Marcus's glee when they saw that Draco didn't mind, you don't want to piss a Malfoy of after all.

"So anyway, what did I miss?" Draco asked Marcus, who looked from Harry and back to Draco before he jumped into the scene he had witnessed before Draco's arrival. And once again the laugher from the Slytherin table dominated the great hall.

Chapter 10: Mind Hunter.

After the little episode in the Great Hall at breakfast Harry craved for more. He found it incredible satisfying to know he could do this to whomever he wanted. But he had to be cautious, he couldn't read everybody's minds. He didn't dare to read a Professor's mind or someone else who could in some way find out it was him. And he couldn't do it to too many people; several students hearing the same threatening voice in their head couldn't be wrong and would be believed eventually.

The worst thing that could happen and what Harry feared the most was to get caught – that could and most likely would be followed by something catastrophic. Harry's mind had found up several unpleasant things that could be brought forward by him

getting caught messing with others minds.

1; It was no fun when people knew it was him speaking to them. People would be less scared that way; they feared the unknown more than the known.

2; He didn't' even know if it was legal! It could earn him a permanent cell in Azkaban for all he knew, Fudge would jump at any opportunity to get him for something.

3; His gift may be so rare and special that he was sent to a crazy scientist where he would spend the rest of his immortal life being poked with poles and sticks and watched under weird instruments. He hadn't found anything that sounded remotely like his gift in all of the 'mind magic' books he had read over the holidays – delivered from various book stores by owl order.

And 4; He could be refused to ever use his wicked gift again, because of some stupid law saying it was not socially accepted to invade peoples minds. Now that was a mood killer if Harry ever saw one!

But even though the more logically part of the newest Slytherin student mind came up with several good reasons for not using the gift so often, the majority of said student's brain was eager to find a new victim. The mind hunter, as he had secretly begun to call himself to humor his ego, was currently sitting in Potion class. Draco, who was sharing a deck with him, was cutting up some greenish slug-like worms which Harry hadn't the faintest idea what was call or what purpose they possessed, while Harry was lost in his own thought trying to find a fitting victim.

¤¤Who to get, who to get?¤¤ It really was a tough pick, there were so many who deserved a scare. But who deserved it the most and who would be most satisfying to get?

The young Potter was so lost in his mental search for his next victim that he didn't hear Snape when he spoke to him, he just kept looking at the right classroom wall and only looked up at his Professor's angry face when his blond friend nudged him in the side.

His mind returned to the smelly and draft classroom only to be meet by Severus Snape's hollowed and sour face.

"What pray tell, Potter is so much more interesting then my classes that you fail to pay attention?"

Said Potter raised an elegant black eyebrow as the Professor spat his insult at him, surely he could do better than that? ¤¤I can think of a lot that it more interesting than you classes, and its Sir Potter to you!¤¤

"Nothing is more interesting than your Potion classes…Sir" was his final replay after just sitting there some seconds looking indifferently at the elder wizard.

Snape glared back at him, not saying anything either, he just kept looking into Potter's eyes trying to figure him out without actually reading his mind. The meddling old fool of a Headmaster would surely get his head if he did that to his precious Saviour. He choose to ignore the boy's obvious sarcasm in favour for 'reading' his thoughts, but much to is irritation he could not seem to figure out what the brat was thinking about or feeling. Something had changed in the boy, something he couldn't put his finger on, he didn't even know if it was a good or a bad thing. The change was that the boy didn't wear his heart on his sleeve anymore. One year ago even the most thick-headed person in school could tell you what the

Potter boy was feeling at any moment, all of his emotion were reflected in his eyes. They would be extra evident as such a moment as this; whenever Potter would feel slightly anger his eyes would quickly tell you how he was feeling. But now…….those green eyes held no answer for Severus, he couldn't read them anymore, they were blank, piercing green, but no emotion whatsoever.

"Well, then it should be no sacrifice for you to pay more attention Mr. Potter, and watch that tongue of yours or you'll find it cleaning the floor after Longbottoms regular accident with I'm sure will happen in about five seconds when he decide it would be smart to put the Bell root powder in before turning of the heat…"

Snape masterfully turned the attention away from himself and Harry as the entire class turned to watch Neville Longbottom holding a vial of Bell root powder over his blazing hot caldron with a look of pure horror on his fat face. And while the class was busy watching Snape rant and rave over Longbottom for his constantly potion mistakes, Harry couldn't help but find his Professor's behaviour suspicious, why would he let his obvious sarcasm and cheek go that easily, he didn't even receive a detention!

But Harry had better things to do than wonder about the Potion master and pay attention in his dreadfully boring classes, though it was a bit entertaining to watch how Longbottom sunk low in his chair trying to get as fare away from Snape's sneering face as humanly possible in his awkward position between the wall and a hairball someone chose to call Granger.

¤¤Who shall it be, whom shall have the pleasure?¤¤ As Harry saw it both Weasel and Beaver were out of the game, they knew him too well and would probably think it was 'Harry Potter turned dark' right away if something unexplainable happen. He also wanted one he could use for later services and thereby were Longbottom out too.

¤¤Hmm, One of the Gryffindors, one who doesn't know me

too well. Finnigan? No he was just too…Irish. Ah but yes, Tomas!¤¤ Dean Tomas would be a wonderful victim. He was not too smart but then again not entirely incompetent either, he was also very skittish and girly-like when it came to thing like darkness, strange sounds, unexplainable shadows and other horror movie stuff. He was perfect! And he would never tell anyone that he was hearing voices in his head; he had always been afraid to be left out and not being normal, he rather die than speak of his abnormality.

¤¤Oh and Goodweil, I had nearly forgotten about him, he owes me a favour. I'm sure I can find something he can do, it would be a shame if he should forget the 'voice' or, Loke forbid, get bored!¤¤

The black haired Slytherin suppressed an evil laughter, ¤¤Muhahahahaha, muuahaha!¤¤ as Draco sent him a weird look. This was going to be so much fun! He would get him at lunch, it had worked well enough last time.

Harry arrived earlier than normal at lunch, he knew Tomas always ate early so he would have a chance at arriving to his next class on time, it was in the south town, on other side of the huge school from the Great Hall.

The mind hunter ¤¤hehe¤¤ placed himself at the Slytherin table where he could keep an eye on Tomas as he 'talked' with him. The Gryffindor was even facing the green and silver table giving Harry a wonderful view of his soon to be scared shitless face.

¤¤Okey, here we go.¤¤

Harry's green eyes were locked on Tomas as he concentrated on him and tried to hear some of his thoughts.

¨'''¨Jummy, this was actually quite good, why haven't I tasted it before? Maybe because it's yellow? I don't like yellow food, but….this thing is yellow and I liked it, doesn't that mean that I like yellow food or just this thing even though it is yellow? I wonder why I don't like other yellow food, maybe because Hufflepuff is yellow, I wouldn't like to eat a Hufflepuff even if I liked yellow food – other then this thing of course – But they are also black, but I like black food. Though can you call an Olive for food? What is an Olive anyway? A nut, a fruth, a berry, a vegetable¨'''¨

Dean Tomas had obviously lot on his mind as he enjoyed his half-eaten honey melon.

¤¤Well aren't you just the little philosopher Tomas?¤¤ The 'voice' was reeking sarcasm as he spoke to his newly found victim.

¨'''¨What, who, hello? What's happening to me?¨'''¨ Dean Tomas had quickly forgotten his yellow food.

¤¤Why hello Tomas, how are you this fine day, anything exciting happing in your life?¤¤

¨'''¨Ehhh…..?¨'''¨

Harry rolled his eyes from when he sat on the Slytherin table, keeping his head down so Draco and Blaise who were discussing Quidditch didn't see him. He was dealing with an idiot!

¤¤Hearing voices perhaps Tomas? That's not too good is it, what would people think if they knew? They would look at you as if you were some kind of freak, abnormal, not like them, strange, weird. But they don't know yet Tomas, so you better not speak of you abnormality to anyone, they would abandon you.¤¤

¨'''¨Whoooo are you? What do you want from me?¨'''¨

¤¤Now Dean dearest, I couldn't tell you that, it would spoil the mystique of it all. But I can tell you that I'm a person you wouldn't like to meet in public, a person who will be watching every move you make within this school. You wouldn't want to make me angry now would you Tomas? I'm no fun when I'm angry…¤¤

¨'''¨Wwhat do yooou want, what have I done wrong?¨'''¨

¤¤Nothing for the moment Tomas, but I will be watching you. Just keep you mind open and I will soon tell you what I want from you. Now answer me honestly; what do you think of Harry Potter? He had you all believing he was a Gryffindor while he was a Slytherin all along, what do you think of that Tomas?¤¤ This was of course a trick question, Harry just wanted Dean to say some shit about him so that the 'voice' had a proper reason to threaten him.

¨'''¨ Oh I,¨'''¨ Tomas was really surprised by this turn of events, ¨'''¨ I thought he was a nice person at first of course, he was always really kind to everybody. But it seemed like he really didn't give a shit about us, and that he was just acting. I thought he was my friend, but he betrayed me, and I hate him for that. I'm glad I don't have to sleep in the same dorm as that slimy snake, he's a true freak of nature, he's abnormal!¨'''¨ Dean had seemed to have forgotten his fears and was waving his melon around trying to get the 'voice' to understand just how much he hated the Snake by making weird motions with his arms as he sat and ate. This of course earned him quite a few strange stares.

/The boy is clearly losing it, to much pressure from home most likely. Poor dear…/

Harry was at the moment grinning wickedly, this was just like he had hoped Tomas would react.

¤¤Wrong answer Tomas..¤¤ he said and tried to make his voice sound furious while he was enjoying this endlessly.

¨'''¨Wwwhaaat? I…¨''''¨ the Gryffindor stuttered, his lower lip shaking madly.

¤¤That was the wrong answer Tomas. Talking badly about Harry Potter, no no no..!¤¤

¨'''¨But you said that…¨''''¨

¤¤DON'T INTERRUPT ME TOMAS! I'm angry with you right now, you have hurt myself and Mr. Potter with your words. And you will regret it every minute of your pathetic life Tomas, mark my words, you WILL regret it!¤¤ Harry's act of being angry and sour was especially hard when the other boys face twisted in horror and disbelief. He was scared shitless.

¨'''¨I…I.I..I. I'm SO sorry! I didn't mean what I said, I just said it because I thought it was what you wanted to hear?¨'''¨

¤¤So you admit that you lied to me when I asked you specifically to answer me honestly? Is that what you're saying Tomas?¤¤

¨'''¨…….I….Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything, anything, just say the word and I'll do it, I'll do what ever you want just don't hurt me, please..¨'''¨ Both boys had begun to shake; one of fear and one of laughter.

¤¤Listen here Tomas, your sad life isn't worth shit to me. I don't need you and neither does anyone else, so be quiet and let me think of the best way to be rid of you. Would you prefer to die quickly or slowly, lots of pain or lots of mental abuse? Have you ever thought about how it must feel to drown or being eaten alive by a beast? Oh or maybe being burnt alive, screaming for mercy while your skin is slowly melting of your body, black and unrecognisable, have you ever thought about that Tomas?¤¤ Dean Tomas' fear of death was clearly written on his face, Harry thought he would faint any moment now.

¨'''¨Please, please I don't want to die! Please, please spare me, PLEASE!¨'''¨ Tomas begged, quietly sobbing now, to shocked and scared to notice his friends speaking to him and asking if he was okey. Harry realized he had to cut it short, a sad relation indeed, this was so entertaining.

¤¤Alright alright, stop your disgusting sobbing! Here is the thing I want you to do if you think your incompetent mind can manage it; I want you to address Harry Potter as Sir whenever you speak to him, about him to anyone or even when you think of him. When you meet him you will bow and show him the respect he deserves. I don't want to ever hear you speaking or even thinking badly about him, he is you master and something you could never wish to be. You will also show respect towards the Slytherins and his friends. And remember I'll be watching you¤¤.

Maybe he overdid that one just a bit…? Naa he deserved it, bloody traitor!

¨'''¨Yes of course….yooou wont kiiill me now right?¨'''¨

¤¤No not at the moment, I might need you for something..¤¤ Dean let out a breath of relieve which was cut rather short by the 'voice's' next question.

¤¤Tomas, wait one bit. Cut yourself on your finger with your knife, I want to see which blood type you have.¤¤

¨'''¨What? Wwwhy!¨'''¨ Tomas stuttered shocked by this never endless torture. .

¤¤JUST DO IT!¤¤ Tomas didn't answer as he quickly took his knife and poked it lightly in his right index finger drawing droplets of red blood.

¤¤Now put it in your mouth and taste it, then tell me if it has any exact flavour: sweet, sour, salt or non in particularly¤¤. Tomas brought his bloodied finger to his open mouth and licked it clean.

¨'''¨Sweet.¨'''¨ he said after some seconds of thoughts.

¤¤Wonderful, you have probably blood type O just like 6 of the planets inhabitants. Yes my friends will like that very much, it's such a tasteful type.¤¤

¨'''¨Which friends?¨'''¨ The boy said quickly as he drank some pumpkin juice to get rid of the blood taste.

¤¤Oh pardon me, I have been lying to you, their not my friends, they're Harry's friends. He met them some years ago and has been with them since then. They're not your regular pathetic children you find at this school. They're 3-5 years older then you and not really quite human, you see they're vampires. Though they will never hurt Harry I can't promise the same for you. Blood type O is highly appreciated by vampires, it's not everyday you get that sweet taste of blood. So it seems like a good idea for them to get a go at you, I think you will just last for two of them, and remember to eat lots of meat now Tomas that's good for the freshness of the blood.¤¤

¨'''¨What? Harry have…I mean Sir has vampires friends? That I would never have imagined, but then again, ever since……WAIT? You will give me to them? But you said you would spare me, oh please, don't to it, I promise I will do anything you ask for!¨'''¨

¤¤Shut your mouth boy, I'm sick of your begging. I will spare you, but don't give me a reason to change my mind about this Tomas, because it will only please me to give you to them to feast on¤¤.

¨''''¨Thank you thank you thank you…¨''''¨

¤¤Yes yes, now it will not be wise for you to go around and talk about this little conversation Tomas, remember what I told you before, it will only hurt you not me, I will not be looked on as a freak, you will. Now, excuse yourself from your friends saying you have a headache and go to your common room and stay there the rest of the day claiming you can't go to classes. You will hear from me again Tomas, don't try anything funny, I'll be watching you¤¤.

Dean Tomas Sixth year Gryffindor nodded his head and hurried out of the Hall claming to have a terrible headache

Harry sat still by the Slytherin table eating quietly.

"Did you see that Gryffindor who just ran out of the Hall, he looked like he had just seen himself die the most horrible death." Draco asked Harry as the great doors smashed close after the late boy.

"Yeah weird fellow….."

Draco shock his blond head, "Weird Harry? We're surrounded by idiots, that is what they are, IDIOTS I tell you!"

"Yeah you're right, the next thing we hear is that people are hearing strange voices in their head." He said with a small smile as Draco agreed whole heartedly.

This was so great! Harry hadn't planned for his conversation with Tomas to got like that, he probably overdid it a bit, but it was still very amusing.

He had decided earlier today that he wouldn't be messing with people he knew, but only listening in on thoughts couldn't hurt could it? He wanted so badly to listen in on Draco's thoughts some time. And maybe Snape's, maybe he could find out what was with the man that way. And even if he didn't get to know what was the deal with the Potions master he would surely be entertained, the slimy git was bound to have some interesting thoughts about the incompetent student he had to teach the beautiful art called Potions with its shimmering cauldrons and boiling fumes.

Harry Potter clapped his hands together with glee and left the Great Hall in the company of his new friends.

TBC
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