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September 4th, 1998

Friday Afternoon

Harry stood idly by at the southernmost edge of the Slytherin table, not knowing what to do, if anything, in defence of the now mostly done vomiting Slytherin students.

As soon as he'd entered the mammoth room and saw the tail end of the vomiting, the Professor's had already encircled the area. Shortly thereafter they vanished away the mess, cleaned the students' robes - for those that couldn't do so themselves - and for the more severe instances, brought them to the hospital ward. Harry noticed that those 'severe cases' had boils near their mouth that seemed to come as a result of the puking; he couldn't possibly imagine what'd been done.

All he could assume was that something had been said or done before his arrival to warrant this reaction - he'd have to speak with Susan if she were here… or Delphini, it could be a chance to read more into the strange girl.

Shaking his head, he glanced around for the Professor's again; since his arrival at the scene, all he had been doing was staying nearby in case there was retaliation or a secondary incident.

Needless to say upon seeing who'd been targeted his prior companions remained at the far end of the hall.

"Potter," He heard McGonagall's call for him.

Finally.

"Yes, Professor?" He replied, instinctively readying himself for some form of action.

"Did I see you arrive with three members of Slytherin House?"

Harry scratched his head and glanced over his shoulder - with the masses of students now gone, he could see that his three Slytherin companions had slowly approached the Great Hall.

"Yes, Professor."

McGonagall smiled at his answer, but Harry could see the tenseness and stress behind it.

"Take them to the kitchens if they would like something to eat - I trust you know how to find and enter them?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, I do Professor, but surely I can help out here first?"

McGonagall looked about ready to instantly shoot him down, but her glance flickered over his shoulder causing Harry to go on.

"If I'm here, actively looking for the culprit and assisting the Hogwarts Staff don't you think that's a strong message?"

"Whoever did this will get caught and as for a message, I can think of none better than that in which you're already doing," McGonagall looked once more over his shoulders - indicating the Slytherin students in which he'd come down with before turning her gaze back to him and saying loud enough only for his ears, "He would be proud."

Harry knew what her gaze was about and he most assuredly knew who she was speaking about, but in the latter's case, he liked to think her statement meant all who were no longer with them could watch him together.

"Yes Professor…" Harry said, pivoting on his feet and heading back in the direction of his friends, - Delphini now among them - but his leaving didn't stop him from getting in one last remark to the new Headmistress of Hogwarts, "Professor if I can help at all, I will."

McGonagall acknowledged his remark with a slight nod and went back to the congregation of Staff that had gathered near their table.

Harry snorted when he saw it, thinking that's why every problem during his time at Hogwarts seemed to take so long in resolution - if one even happened at all. He'd only been hearing about bureaucracy recently though Andromeda and he'd already come to hate it.

Once he stood with the - now - four Slytherin students, he asked, "Do you lot want to head over to the kitchen for something to eat?"

'Yes' was the answer he'd get from all of them to some extent.

Harry led the way to their destination and while doing so, took the time to examine his company.

Daphne was outwardly a beautiful honey-blonde blue-eyed witch with a reserved personality that tended to hide what she was thinking, he'd seen the girl often enough to know that. Dean and Seamus had also remarked on other qualities of her… he could understand why. But right now though?

He could very well see she looked tense - incredibly so, he imagined it was due to who he was and what he was renowned for doing. But that couldn't be, could it? Surely the Slytherin witch wouldn't be so uncomfortable in his presence if it were.

During his mulling over, her suspicious glances when she thought he wasn't looking didn't help shine too positive of an opinion on her.

Ever-present beside Daphne was her sole friend - if the rumours he'd heard Lavender spout off one time when she briefly dated Ron were to be believed - Tracey.

Tracey Davis had wavy, dark brown hair with long eyelashes that attempted to hide hazel eyes and was visibly lither than Daphne or Susan, though not as much so if compared to Ginny.

As for her body language, she conveyed no tension or suspicion, instead, it was all nervousness. He could tell by numerous ways, those being; her wringing her hands every few seconds and tapping when not doing so, the constant brushing of her hair behind her left ear and towards the end of the walk to the kitchens, the way in which she'd bite her nails as she trailed in the back of the group.

She'd caught him looking at her a few times and when that happened, rather than look away immediately as Daphne did, she would go red as a tomato while offering a wide toothy smile.

Harry considered himself stupid not to have noticed the sheer cuteness Tracey emitted earlier in his time at Hogwarts.

Blaise and Delphini were two in which he'd spent less time on; his reason being that he'd already spoken one on one with them each (even if he'd not gotten far in any meaningful way) and would likely continue doing so based on the lack of people in his 'eighth' year at Hogwarts.

When they finally made it within eyesight of the great painting that hid the entrance to the Kitchens, Harry went over to it and tickled the pear as he'd seen done before. His classmates seemed aware enough of it, all but Delphini at least, though he didn't assume based on Tracey's snort that they'd physically witnessed it.

Harry looked back at them as he pulled open the door, "Who's hungry?"

Tracey grabbed Daphne's arm and all but dragged the girl into the room before the second word was done.

Maybe he'd finally found somebody who shared Ron's appreciation for Hogwarts' cooking.

He had - Tracey could eat like nobody he'd ever seen!

Where Ron was messy in his eating habits, Tracey couldn't have shown a greater degree of etiquette and table manners. But with that said, she'd destroyed plate after plate of food while Harry did his best to avoid looking on in open shock.

When he wasn't ogling Tracey's eating habits, he was making small talk with Blaise and Delphini, each of the two not budging overly much in terms of communicating with him. He wasn't sure if that was because they were nervous about who he was or if they were uncomfortable in the presence of their housemates. Harry had heard the latter reason could be especially prevalent in the later years of those wearing Green and Silver.

After the meal was finished and the group all left the kitchens, (much to the disappointment of the house-elves) Blaise had broken off to visit with two Slytherins a year behind the group, telling Harry that he would catch up later. As soon as the boy was fully gone, he spied Tracey exhaling in what seemed to be relief. It had been subtle on Tracey's part, extremely so, but he'd been perceptive enough due to the war to notice anything regardless of how minor a detail it seemed.

Not long after Blaise had gone, Delphini too said that she had tasks in need of completing and abruptly left the group. Harry spied no outward sign of relief from Tracey this time, but he could practically feel the tension evaporate with Delphini's presence removed.

He had no clue why there seemed to be such distrust between the Slytherin's in his year - maybe Neville or Susan had heard something.

"Well, we should probably… uh, get out of your hair... right?" Tracey had stumbled through a sentence before finishing it with a question directed at Daphne.

Harry didn't give the blonde girl a chance to answer her friend.

"Before you do, I need an answer to a question - if you'd be so kind."

Daphne looked peeved that he'd cut her off and Tracey smiled nervously.

"What is it?" the latter girl asked.

"Why do you lot seem so on edge? Did I say something that offended you?" Harry directed the question at both girls, hoping that at least one of them would answer his question. He couldn't deal with having to walk on eggshells around his dormmates for an entire year.

"Oh! Well… sh-rather, Miss V-" Tracey started choking on her words until Daphne rolled her eyes and tapped her friend on the arm a few times to quiet her.

"Vane and a majority of your Housemates gave us a few warnings in regards to you," Tracey tried quieting her friend but Daphne shook her off, "Without going into very much detail, they had warned us that should we cause pain, interact too often or try to romance you, very severe actions would be taken. Suffice to say Tracey and I were hoping to get through this last year without spending too much time with you, if any at all - now that you know that, don't think us rude when we start avoiding you."

When she finished speaking, Daphne turned and gripped Tracey's hand in her own, preparing to leave Harry alone in the stone walls of Hogwarts.

"Wait." He couldn't stop himself from speaking the word, causing both girls to falter in their first step away.

"Do you want to make our time at Hogwarts more difficult?" Daphne asked icily.

Harry's response wasn't to back down as many others had done when greeted with that tone, if anything it caused him to stand his ground.

"You said Vane."

Daphne picked up on the anger in his tone and nodded hesitantly, "I did."

"Who else was with her?" Harry had initially asked the question so he could know who else to speak with in regards to backing off the Slytherin's, but after hearing it himself, he realized that it could do more than just that. If he acted like he wanted in on pranking and tormenting the Slytherin students, he could very easily get the others to reveal the information. All he'd need to do is say a few words to the right person and he could stop any further escalations within his first week at Hogwarts.

Thank you fate. Finally. Harry thought to himself.

"Kelly Mallard, Laurel Hornette, those two I know for certain," Daphne had a certain cruelness in her eyes when she said those two names, Harry noticed it was reflected in Tracey's when he glanced at the usually timid girl.

"Who else?" He asked, wanting as many names as possible.

"A majority of those within Vane's friend group - in fact, all of them but the taller blonde boy with short hair," Daphne cocked her head after saying what she had and then took a few steps closer to Harry, likely noticing the annoyance that he was certain was present on his face, "What do you intend on doing about it?"

She looked away from him after saying that - when he played it back in his mind, he could hear how there was almost a pleading undertone in her voice. As if she were hoping he'd not asked her all of this only for him to laugh as he got her hopes up.

Harry looked at Daphne and then over to Tracey; the former had refused to meet his eyes and the latter was looking as if her world were on fire with Daphne having spoken those words.

"Were you by any chance told you couldn't tell me this?" Harry asked, all but knowing the answer but wanting it confirmed nonetheless.

Daphne nodded and shrugged, "Yes, we were told not to tell you - so again, what do you intend on doing about it?"

Harry shrugged just as Daphne had done before he gave his simple response.

"Stop them."

"We're supposed to take your word?" Daphne challenged with one eyebrow raised.

"Have you ever heard from anyone other than Draco that I've broken it?" Harry wasn't completely sure if Draco had made him out to be untrustworthy, but he assumed the boy had said something to that effect at least once.

"Fine - we're helping you make your plan," Daphne spun on her heels and went back to Tracey, throwing a look over his shoulder that indicated he should follow them back the remainder of the way to the eighth year tower.

Plan?

He was going to walk up to Vane and her followers to demand they'd stop antagonizing Slytherins.

"Alright, let's hear it, Potter."

Daphne had led the three of them quickly and quietly back to their tower, avoiding the halls they knew were likely fuller with their peers. She was so cautious in doing this, that she'd avoided conversation with both him and Tracey - the latter being far more surprising to him. Not only did she do that, but she'd even used a few of the more hidden passages; such caution was more than enough to show Harry that she took the threat from Vane seriously.

Once they were done with their sneaking around and had entered into their private tower, Daphne led them over to the small seating area nearest the fireplace and in the far corner of the shared common room.

"Hear what?"

Tracey seemed to hide a smirk when he'd said that while Daphne looked far from pleased.

"Your plan for dealing with your obsessive fans."

"Oh, not really sure there's a need for a plan in that regard." Harry figured he'd answer them honestly rather than have to come up with some convoluted plan that would come apart within seconds of contact with his zealous housemates.

"There's always a need for plans, how else would anything ever be achieved?" Daphne no longer looked annoyed with him - she instead looked more baffled than anything else.

"You've turned her world upside down, Po-Harry," Tracey corrected herself, remembering the permission he'd given the girls to use his first name.

"He most certainly has not; I'm simply trying to work out how he's achieved his way through everything without a plan," Daphne spoke up before Harry could, assuring him that Tracey's words weren't the truth.

"Well?" Harry asked, interested in what she'd come up with.

"My conclusion is that Granger handled the logistics of any foray made - it most certainly couldn't have been Weasley," Daphne said both names without any sense of inherent disliking, he wasn't sure if that meant she wasn't prejudiced or just better at hiding it.

Harry laughed all the same.

Hermione had done a lot of the supply handling, and, to a lesser extent, planned the capture of Horcruxes. He very much doubted without the effort of both friends that magical Britain would still be free.

"You wouldn't be wrong to some degree - Hermione had handled a large portion of ensuring we were supplied."

As soon as he'd finished saying that, the door to the common room opened to reveal Neville and Luna, the former looking he'd been explaining something until they both noticed Harry.

"Hi, Harry."

"Good evening, Harry."

Neville greeted him first with Luna echoing him a split-second later.

Daphne and Tracey had both tensed at the doors opening, but when they saw who it was, they relaxed - they had to know the closeness between Harry and the two other peers.

"Hi Luna, Hi Neville - showing her the tower mate?" Harry directed the question at Neville while Luna allowed herself to be entranced by the differing decor that made up the room. He didn't blame her for doing so either, whoever had decorated it blended the four houses colours nicely.

"Right in one," Neville said as he allowed himself to be dragged about the room by the eccentric and energetic girl.

"I'll leave you to it then," Harry said as a way of getting back to the conversation he'd been having with the Slytherin girls who'd since gone quiet at the presence of his friends.

A nod from Neville alerted him to the boys hearing of his words as Harry went back to the two witches seated with him.

"I'll tell you what I was going to do and you can tell me what you think - how's that sound?"

Daphne and Tracey both nodded.

Harry smiled, dipped his head and told them the ever elaborate plan he'd concocted.

"I'll go to Gryffindor tower, find Romilda Vane and tell her to stop being antagonistic towards the lot of you. Once I do that, if she's half as obsessed with me as she used to be, she'll stop bugging you and go about trying to dose me with love potion again."

"She tried that?"

"That's what you were going to do?"

Tracey asked her question quicker, as it was shorter - her eyes were incredibly wide when she'd heard him discuss how he'd almost been love potioned.

Daphne's question was the longer of the two and the horrified expression on her face when she finished speaking was all he needed to see to know she didn't like what he was going to do.

Harry responded first to Tracey, "Yes - she put the potion in chocolates and left them on my bed. Luckily for me, Ron had gotten into them before I'd set foot in the room," he switched to looking at Daphne, "Not a very good idea in your opinion?"

"Not in the slightest - must you be so blunt?" Daphne sounded very similar to Hermione in that instance.

"It's always worked before, why fix what isn't broken?" Harry's response joined with his furrowed brows only served to further the bafflement Daphne was facing.

"How yo-"

"Daphne, he's got a point," Tracey spoke up.

"He most certainly does not; all Vane needs to do is say we-" Daphne pointed between herself and Tracey, "-manipulated the chosen one."

Harry scoffed, "Unlikely that."

"Oh?" Daphne switched her attention from Tracey and back to Harry, "You don't think we could?"

"I wasn't doubting your abilities - not at all. More than anything I was referencing the extreme degree of 'Potter luck' that's followed me throughout my life." Harry wasn't lying, his familial luck had gotten him through a great degree of otherwise horrible situations.

"Well… good." Daphne finished lamely, having expected a verbal sparring session with Harry - Harry would have to figure out why she still seemed so combative even after having revealed Vane's unsuccessful sabotage.

"Don't mind Daphne, she's always wound up Po-ow!" Tracey tried answering the question his expression must have given only for Daphne to somehow get off a spell at the girl's foot. He hadn't seen her draw her wand - granted he hadn't been looking for it - but by the ease in which she'd done so without drawing attention to herself, she'd certainly done it before.

"Sorry, Harry," Daphne apologized to him with an innocent smile, "My wand must have gone awry for a moment, I'm certain you're familiar with such problems."

He most certainly was, though it was almost explicitly Ron who'd had such issues.

"That was stronger than usual Daph," Tracey whined from her spot on the floor where she'd been rubbing down the targeted calf muscle.

Harry almost laughed at the way Daphne pinched her nose while Tracey continued on her complaining. Had there been a third member of their group, he'd have considered them the Slytherin equivalent of himself, Hermione and Ron.

September 4th, 1998

Friday Evening

Daphne and Tracey were two peers that Harry desperately wished he'd gotten to know sooner.

He'd come to that conclusion after having spent the remainder of the afternoon and early evening with the two girls.

Sure, Daphne could be a bit snobbish and short.

Yeah, Tracey was a little meek and easily startled.

But, they both were easy enough to spend time with; if anything the serious nature of Daphne mixed with the ever casual and aloof Tracey made for an always entertaining situation. That could be no more amplified than the situation he'd somehow found himself in at this current point in time.

"Lovegood should take over Divination." Tracey had said in an awed tone.

Daphne's reaction varied incredibly from that of her friends - she stayed silent, turned visibly red and glared daggers at the always tranquil Ravenclaw girl.

What had been said, he didn't know, but that didn't stop the enjoyment he received while watching the two friends' varying reactions to whatever it had been that Luna said.

He'd spent the last few minutes zoning out of the conversation that Daphne and Tracey had been having in regards to the recent Malfoy incident. It was the latest scandal in an incredibly long line of them if one deigned to keep track as they went by.

Unfortunately for him, while he'd been enjoying the familiar atmosphere of the school and the ambience from the conversations, he'd missed out on what was surely a corker if the reactions were so emphasized. Not wanting to think he'd been ignoring them, Harry didn't ask the girls what he'd missed and instead turned to face Neville in hopes the boy would mouth something in way of assistance.

"Well, Harry, think I'll be heading out now - have a good night Greengrass, Davis!" Neville had said that when he'd caught Harry's eyes, making a hasty retreat with a none-too-happy looking Luna based on the way the girl was straining to look at the other ancient pieces of the room with a rare scowl on her face.

"Wha-"

"Have a good evening, Heir Longbottom." Daphne bid farewell to the taller boy while glaring down at the short girl beside him.

Harry, seeing that Daphne's attention was on Luna, leaned over to Tracey and tapped the girl on her shoulder.

Tracey's response was to jolt at the sudden contact, apologize for doing so and then asking what he needed.

A quick look over his shoulder to see Daphne trying to collect herself instead of paying attention to the two of them was all the opportunity he needed and with it, Harry questioned in a whisper what had been said that he'd missed. He desperately wanted to avoid conflict between the two interesting Slytherin's and his two best friends in Hogwarts.

"You didn't hear?!" Tracey whisper-yelled the question.

"No," Harry whispered back

"Luna asked why Daphne hadn't gone with you to the Yule Ball considering she likes you."

Daphne likes him? If that was how she acted towards people she had a crush on he'd hate to ever make her cross with him - she must be as terrifying as Mrs Weasley could be!

Harry was about to respond when he felt an incredibly sharp pinch on his outer thigh, instinctively causing him to swat at the pain in an attempt to remove the cause but nothing was visible. Assuming he knew who, rather than what, had caused the pain, he looked over his shoulder to see Daphne seated while looking at the both of them.

"Something the matter, Harry?" She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes for added effect.

Tracey was right, it was strong. Were the words he thought, his response however was completely different.

"Not a thing."

Behind him and shaking with amusement at his expense, Tracey lazily cast a Tempus only to exclaim unintelligibly at the time she saw. A split-second later, Harry had the girl sharply kneeing him in the back as she scrambled from the couch and into a bundle on the floor as her own robes entangled her.

"Great going Tracey, we've only known Harry for two days and already you've shown your inner clutz." Daphne followed that remark up with a soft clapping.

"Buzz off, Greengrass - you know how I get when I'm hungry." Tracey shot back from her spot on the floor.

Harry finally couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed at the antics to which the girls had gotten up to - he only hoped his doing so didn't offend them.

"He's laughing at you, so you're aware." Daphne huffed out in the direction of Tracey from her seat.

"Good, at least I can make him laugh," Tracey responded as she finally rose from her tangled heap on the ground.

Harry hadn't offended them if their banter was anything to base it off, if anything, it seemed to make the girls more comfortable around him.

He thanked Merlin that he still remembered how to make friends after all the time he'd had monopolized by Hermione and Ron - looking back on all the years he'd had at Hogwarts he should've known better than to limit his friend group so much. Then again, there were… reasons, that he hadn't.

As soon as he entered into the Great Hall with Daphne and Tracey, Harry had allowed himself to be pulled over to the Slytherin table by the two witches with whom he'd spent the majority of the day, and for a number of reasons.

For one, him doing this would hopefully show the majority of the school that he wasn't feeling vengeful or hateful towards his peers sorted into Slytherin - obviously, the more thick-headed ones would need multiple showings, but him doing this repeatedly would eventually force the message to sink in.

Secondly, Harry truly was interested in getting to know Daphne and Tracey; Blaise and Delphini too! If the latter two would show up for the meal.

Finally, and for a reason that more than likely would have earned him a smack from Hermione, both Slytherin witches were fit.

Harry was bumped by Tracey's arm a second after he'd finished his thought and he hadn't even been given a chance to say anything when Daphne started what was sure to become the most recent round of friendly bickering.

"Must you pile your plate so high every time you eat?" Daphne said to Tracey as the girl continued adding food onto a plate that was already at least four inches tall.

Tracey took on a sneer reminiscent of Draco and replied in a tone that almost matched the blonde boys.

"Perhaps if you had a sense of taste you would understand why I mingle the many flavours as I do."

Was that why Ron did it too? Harry had always eaten with some manner of decorum - at least when compared to a majority of the Gryffindor boys - and liked to think by doing that, he'd not missed out on anything.

But maybe he had.

Harry did a mental shrug and tried to copy Tracey's plate as best he could, only with smaller quantities of food.

Daphne immediately noticed his actions and sighed before lightly slapping Tracey on the back of her head as she motioned towards him.

"Look what you've done, Tracey. You've even got the saviour of the wizarding world eating as if he were some uncouth peasant."

"Oh? Watching him that closely are you?" Tracey teased, causing Harry to go red at the insinuation and Daphne to sputter indignantly.

Just then, Blaise slid into the still-open seat on Harry's left side - the one to his right being taken by Tracey with Daphne on her right.

"How was your day, Harry?" Blaise asked as he slowly began serving himself.

"Eventful," Harry initially replied, following it up a few seconds later with a question of his own, "Were you aware of Romilda Vane's warning?"

"I had heard about it, yes," Blaise answered as he began the task of cutting up a juicy looking steak that he'd put on his plate.

Harry hadn't figured the boy would know about it considering how willing he'd been in befriending him.

Maybe not all that willing. Harry internally corrected himself, taking into account how the boy hadn't answered anything overly personal when asked and how he'd left Harry with the two Slytherin witches.

Still, it was a good question to ask, at least he figured it was.

"Why don't you seem as bothered by it as some of the others do?"

Blaise snorted and looked at Harry amusedly, "I don't happen to have any romantic thoughts in regards to you, Potter; it's nothing personal, but I happen to find myself firmly attracted to witches."

Oh.

"Oh."

Romilda had only warned away witches? Why hadn't Daphne and Tracey told him as much?

Blaise seemed about ready to make a comment when everybody's attention was gathered by a sudden noise coming from the Staff table.

Harry reacted the same as everybody else in the sea of students and looked forwards, only to see Headmistress McGonagall standing with her wand raised to her lips.

Knowing what was coming, Harry braced himself and not a moment too soon.

"Attention to the front, please," McGonagall, ever the polite and formal Professor said aloud, continuing only once the last vestiges of conversation were finished, "As you all are quite certainly aware, an attack took place against students in Slytherin earlier this morning."

Hushed whisperings broke out in the Great Hall only for a loud bang to quiet everything down - Harry saw that it'd come from a man he wasn't familiar with, a man who was likely the newest DADA Professor.

McGonagall said something quietly in the direction of the unknown man and a moment later raised her wand back to her throat to continue.

"Let me be very clear when I say such attacks will not be tolerated, and when the culprits are found, expulsion will be the least of your future concerns," Professor McGonagall took that time to glance around at various students, "Should anybody wish to receive a lesser punishment for their involvement by way of offering up information, my door, as well as that of any staff member at Hogwarts, will be open with the utmost discretion being provided. That is all."

Conversations exploded throughout the entirety of the large, open room and Harry couldn't help but feel in his guts that there was more to come.

COMMENT REPLIES:

Destru: Not a problem and not a boring day in sight for Harry! Hope this chapter went into more depth with the two girls! Had to do some character building before I go too far into Delphini too, so I apologize for that. Thank you!

DX-MaStema-XG: Really appreciate that and as luck would have it, I'm releasing a Haphne short sometime before the start of April. Thank you!

AJAvenger01: Appreciate that boss!

ApexOfRuin: Thank you and I hope to!

Ares-Alexander-Peverell: We'll have to go about seeing who's responsible! Thank you for the compliments too!

TheGreatBubbaJ: Oh yeah, Harry will have to play it smart unless he goes full on dunderhead! Her whole family too - thanks for the review, always good seeing you!

:stevem1: Thank you, thank you! We'll have to find out!

mwinter1: Were you from Ao3? Either way glad to have you!

Jthomajba: Appreciate that, hope this didn't dissapoint!

Rago Dragovian: Yeah, I imagine they'll appear as such until I can fully flush out each of their characters, hopefully this did some sort of justification. Something did actually happen too - as for the chapter seeming a bit boring, it was mostly a set-up for the next few! Good points you've raised too, we'll have to see!