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Chapter 7

Severus Snape was sitting at his desk flipping through his new issue of 'Potions Master Weekly' when a chill ran up and down his spine. He looked around the room, and, after seeing that nothing was amiss, turned back to his magazine. Few things pleasured him more than reading about newly discovered potions and concoctions.

He was about to flip the page when the door burst open. He looked up and saw Harry standing there glaring.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Snape quirked an eyebrow at him. "What are you rambling on about now Potter?"

Harry marched over to the desk and slammed his hands down on it.

"My parents Snape! You knew who they were. You purposely made us make that potion so that I'd learn about them. Why in the hell did you wait five years for that? Why do people always hide things from me? Is it because they think I can't handle it? Are they afraid that my innocent mind will overload with the truth? Are they afraid that I'll become psychotic? Tell me why!"

Snape glared at Harry then leaned forward and in a cold voice whispered, "No Mr. Potter. It is because they know you'd react like this. I waited five years because I had no choice. You were just introduced to the wizarding world and I couldn't afford to tell you and have you go running off to Dumbledore because you couldn't handle it."

Harry stood up tall. "I could have handled it just fine!"

"Oh, just like you are now?"

Harry looked down with embarrassment.

"The reason no one has told you before now is because your father was still recovering from the attack. We were given the option of telling you, but the risks were too great. Things might have turned out fine and gone according to plan. However, if they had found out that you knew… well I'll just say that you probably wouldn't be here today if that had happened."

"But, if Vold- Tom is my father, then why has he tried to kill me year after year?"

"That wasn't your father trying to kill you, Harry."

"Then who was it?"

"I'm sure you're aware of a certain polyjuice potion that can change the appearance of a person in to someone else," Snape said with a knowing look.

Harry smiled nervously and nodded. He wasn't sure if the professor knew about when the trio had made it back in second year, but he didn't want to give himself away if Snape didn't know.

"What you probably aren't aware of is that there are many other potions with similar results. Some allow you to simply alter your appearance into something of your own creation."

"But, that doesn't explain why people, Quirrell as an example, would run around with this thing on their head, then attempt to kill me."

"Not everyone in the wizarding world knows what really is going on. Some follow the side of 'good' and 'fight' this so called evil lord. Others are against the 'good' side, but yet are still manipulated by it. Quirrell truly thought that he was working for the 'dark lord'. He believed that he had run into to Voldemort, and that the almost nonexistent man took refuge in his head."

Harry was confused. "So, Quirrell isn't working for the true bad side, he was working for the good side but he thought that he was working for he bad side?"

Snape sighed and sat back in his chair. "Something like that."

"But, if you're on the so called bad side, then why do all these people think they are on the bad side if they really aren't? And, if they're on the bad side then why wouldn't they know that Voldemort isn't really the bad guy? And-"

"That can be better explained at a later time."

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "This is all just so confusing because I don't know anything!"

"There are many things that you don't know Mr. Potter. You will learn them all in good time, but before I continue, I need to ask you a question."

Harry looked up.

"Can you handle the pressure Harry? Can you handle the secret of it all? Once I begin, I can't stop. You cannot run from this, Harry. Things will get harder. From here on, nothing will be as you thought. Your friends will turn into enemies. Your so called "teachers" will be shown in an unfavorable light. Can you handle this, Harry? I need to know. If you can't, then just walk out that door and I'll forget this conversation ever happened. However, if you choose to accept the responsibility of keeping this knowledge secret… then you may take a seat. It's your choice."

Harry looked at the ground.

"If I stay, then I'll find out the truth about my parents and… everything else. I'd also be losing Hermione and Ron, but they wouldn't understand. They never have and never will. Hell! Even on the train, they seemed like they didn't care. What would I lose if I stayed? I don't give two shits about the Dursleys. Professor Dumbledore… he's always been there for me… but in that vision… he was behind something. If I stay, I'll find out what it is. If I stay… maybe I'll become better friends with Draco. He seems really nice. He's got the loveliest voice and the handsomest… WOA! Back off there Harry. BAD THOUGHTS! NO!"

Snape watched with amusement as Harry was arguing with himself in his mind. He knew that Harry was mentally debating whether or not he should stay, however… he didn't know the other topic Harry was quarrelling about.

"Stop thinking bad thoughts, Harry! He doesn't look that nice, and his dick probably isn't… DID I JUST THINK ABOUT HIS DICK! I can't believe this! Am I gay? I hope not. That would be really awkward… poor Ginny. I kinda do like her. But I like Draco more. NO! Oh fuck this; I'll just talk to Snape! Talking to him would probably get my mind off of this. GAH! This is fucking confusing!"

"Well Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, as his patience started to grow thin. Harry looked at him and smiled.

"Where do you want me to sit?"

Harry sat in the Great Hall and thought about what Snape had told him.

"So, I was right about the vision. Dumbledore is behind something, a big something... something veery big and sinister. I just wish that Snape had told me more about my parents. All that he really explained to me is what was happening in my visions. He kind of ignored my question about him being gay… I'll go back tomorrow and find out more. Now… what to do about Ron and Hermione? Ron is being an ass, but Hermione seems like she just wants me gone and out of her life. Although, neither of them talked to me during the summer, then when I see them for the first time on the train they act uncaring. But… they have been my friends since first year. I can't really abandon them now. Maybe I should give them another chance and just try to be nice…"

Harry looked at Ron and saw him stuffing a chocolate covered banana in his mouth. He stared at Ron in disgust. At the exact moment the banana was entering Ron's mouth Seamus looked over.

"Wow Ron. That's really big. Can you fit that whole thing in your mouth?"

Ron looked over at Seamus and nodded.

"I like bananas, especially long and hard ones. They're fun to eat."

Ron nodded again and pulled the banana out. "I like sucking on them because once I get through the chocolate I get to the good part."

Harry snorted into his cup.

Ron looked over at Harry in worry, "Are you ok? You didn't choke on anything, did you?"
Harry coughed and shook his head. Ron shrugged and popped the banana back in his mouth. He started sucking on it again. Seamus smirked and leaned closer to Ron.

"Would you suck on my banana if it was covered in chocolate?"

Ron pulled the banana back out and thought for a moment.

"Sure. It just depends on what it's like. I like 'em hard and stiff. I can't stand the mushy ones."

Harry choked on his drink and started coughing. Hermione, sick of the particular topic, looked over at Ron.

"That's not the kind of banana he was talking about, Ron."
Ron's face paled. He looked at her for a moment then bolted from the table. Seamus burst out laughing. Hermione turned to him and glared.

"Seamus Finnegan you should be ashamed! You know Ron doesn't have much experience in sexual activities!"

Seamus smirked at her. "That's not what Ron said."
Hermione's eyes widened. She jumped up from the table and ran after Ron. Seamus started laughing even harder.

"You should 'ave seen the look on his face! Priceless!"

Harry smiled and looked across the table to find himself staring into the eyes of a certain blonde-haired Slytherin.

Draco sat at the Slytherin table. He was in a mental argument with himself and was completely ignoring his food. A certain Gryffindor had captured his attention. Now, he couldn't get his mind off of him.

"Maybe I am gay… or something. Harry is somewhat hot. I'm not supposed to like him. I shouldn't. That would screw up the entire plan. I can't think he's hot… or anything! But he is sooo…. NO! Don't Draco!... but how can I not think about his beautiful green eyes, or his dark wondrous hair, or his… URG!"

Blaise looked over at Draco and saw him staring at something. He followed Draco's gaze and saw that it led to the young Harry Potter. An evil smirk grew across Blaise's face. He turned to Draco.

"So tell me Draco, when are you going to ask him out?"

Blaise's voice jolted Draco back to reality. He looked at Blaise, "What did you say?"

"I asked when you are planning on asking him out."

Draco's stomach clenched, "What are you talking about?"

Blaise looked at the Gryffindor table, "I'm talking about you liking that dark haired wonder sitting over there, or as you like to call him, Harry."

"I don't like Harry."

"What if he came up to you right now and begged you to kiss him? Would you do it?"

"Shut it Blaise!" Draco seethed.

Blaise stood up and leaned close to Draco's ear. "What if he did this…?"

Draco looked at Blaise in horror. "What are you doing? You'd better not cause a damn scene again!"

Blaise smirked and stood up.

"Don't you fucking dare Blaise!"

"OH DRACO! I've longed for you for the longest time!" Blaise yelled in a mimic of Harry's voice. This got the attention of the whole Great Hall.

"I've watched you for five years, and now I can't contain my lust for you any longer! Your hair is so luxurious and soft. I yearn to feel the caress of your touch. I can't stand waiting any more!"

Blaise shoved the plates, forks, cups, and anything else on the table onto the floor. Then he threw himself, stomach first, onto the table.

"TAKE ME NOW DRACO!"

Draco gaped. He stared at Blaise with a look of complete and absolute terror. No student spoke. He looked at Harry and saw Harry wink at him.

"Oh gods! What is Potter going to do?"

Harry pulled out his wand and whispered something. Suddenly Blaise's pants caught on fire. Blaise screamed and started running around on the table.

"SHIT! SHIT! MY PANTS ARE ON FIRE! HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK! THEY'RE ON FUCKING FIRE!"

The teachers watched in amusement as the school's number one troublemaker (Fred and George are gone so some one had to take over) ran back and forth on the Slytherin table trying to put out his burning pants.

McGonagall smiled slightly, then stood and sighed. "Would someone be so kind as to put Mr. Zabini's pants out? The other teachers and myself seem to have misplaced our wands."

No one moved for a moment, but soon Seamus rose to the occasion. He jumped up and leaped over the tables with a goblet of pumpkin juice.

"I'll save you my most handsome of handsomes!" he yelled as he poured the juice all over Blaise, extinguishing the flames.

Seamus held Blaise to his chest. "Oh my poor baby! We must hurry and get you to Madame Pomfrey!"

Seamus held onto Blaise and walked him out of the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was filled with laughter for the second time that week. McGonagall stood up and cleared her throat. The laughter ceased instantly.

"I am sure that many of you have enjoyed the recent outbursts of a young student, but I am afraid they must stop. This is becoming entirely out of hand. So, from now on, anyone who wishes to express their 'sexual interests' during meal times will be given a week's worth of detention and 25 points from their house."

McGonagall smiled and was about to take her seat when a goblet of pumpkin juice appeared over her head and drenched her.

"You didn't say anything about childish antics, professor!" Seamus yelled from the doorway. He shut them right as McGonagall stood and ran after him.

The students started clapping and cheering. While this was going on Draco looked back over at Harry. He smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' to the young wizard. Harry just nodded his head and clapped.


WARNING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER: be prepared for an uncomfortable situation…

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