Title: Stars and Stones

Rating: T

Summary: Harry Dresden, the Winter Knight for the Winter Court, finds himself in the body of a boy name Harry Potter. Karrin Murphy is in the body of Hermione Granger. Now they both have to go through the next seven years, this Harry much more free thinking then a normal eleven year old should be and with the same problems as always. Crossover of the Dresden Files!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Butcher's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 11

Harry's POV

The weather got even colder and with that cold weather I could feel my powers growing as the Winter Knight. When lessons wasn't taking place I was busy practicing my deflection and invocation spells. For the last couple of weeks I had a feeling that something wasn't right here. All of the lessons had teachers that didn't give me the creeps, but Defense wasn't one of them. Something about Professor Quirrell made me take my blasting rod with me.

I didn't trust him.

"Do you think that we'll have problems," Karrin asked me.

"I hope not, but I don't trust him."

She nodded, but said nothing.

"So the Malfoy brat isn't talking to you," Tonks said.

I snorted and said, "Like I care what his problem is."

"He'll come around, or his mother will make him," Cedric told me.

"So he listens to his mother," I said.

"Yeah, he does," Cedric told me. "She's really scary."

All around me people were talking about the Halloween feast and I was only excited about it because Halloween is my birthday. Karrin had plans to get me something for my birthday even though she didn't have any money. I had a feeling that Cedric and Tonks might help, though she would have to make sure that they didn't know that it was for my birthday. Harry Potter has a different birthday then I do.

I also had Bob find out more about Tom Riddle. Bob had connections that I didn't have and I hoped that one of them would be able to help me out. I didn't know if Mab had the info and I didn't want to summon her for this. He came back, a week later, to tell me everything. Tom Riddle was born of a witch and a mortal, died in childbirth, and her son turned out to be the worst thing that could have ever come out of her womb.

"My sources told me that it's due to a love potion that Tom's father was given," Bob said.

Damn, that's why love potions shouldn't be used. There was a theory that love was what enabled a wizard, or witch, to feel emotions. Love is what made a person stable. Don't have love, you turn into a monster.

"And the Horcrux?"

"My source said that there might be up to six," Bob said.

"And destroy the six and he's mortal."

"Correct," Bob answered.

"Well let's see how quickly we can get rid of them," I told him, "I defeated one before I can do it again."

"Let's hope that it doesn't end up killing you," Bob stated.

I couldn't have agreed more.

"This is completely pointless," Karrin told me, slamming the beads down.

They shattered and she stared at them.

"Congratulations," I said, "It took you less time to realize it."

She punched me for that, making Tonks gasp.

"The little snake has fangs," a boy said and I groaned.

"Want to be next?" Karrin asked the boy.

"Getting socked isn't a thing that I want to take part in."

I turned to see two boys standing there, both of them looked identical.

"Neville's gran wants to talk to you," he told me, "I'm Fred and this is George."

"Let me have time to get my dignity in order."

Karrin snorted.

"Your dignity will be fine by time that you get there," she stated.

She gave me a look as though daring me to challenge her. Since I didn't want to get 'socked' again, I decided to drop the matter.

"Okay, lead me to Neville's gran," I said.

Neville's gran was a powerful witch. I didn't dare do a soulglaze, as I didn't want to see what her soul was made of. I didn't want to see any of the pain that she most likely had gone through. Neville was there and he gave me a small smile. Professors McGonagall and Snape were there as well.

"Mr. Potter, Professor McGonagall informed me that you saved my son's life," she said, "I was shocked to hear that you, as a Slytherin, would do this for a Gryffindor."

"I have no problem with him," I said to her. "He's scared of heights, not anything to be ashamed of."

"His father wasn't scared of heights."

"Just because his son is doesn't mean that should be anything to be ashamed of."

She gave me a hard look, though I stayed looking at her stomach.

"You don't seem to understand anything, Mr. Potter," she said, her tone cold like ice. "I guess being raised in the muggle world has done damage to you."

"Augusta," McGonagall said.

"Don't Augusta me," she said, "My grandson should have been ashamed of himself allowing a Slytherin to save him. He doesn't even have friends in Gryffindor. His father had tons of friends."

"NEVILLE ISN'T HIS FATEHR," I bellowed.

"Don't take that tone with me, Potter," she said, "People might be thankful that you saved us all from You-Know-Who but you're a snake and your parents, if alive, would have been shamed."

I glared at her stomach.

"That will be enough," Snape said. "How dare you insult a member of my house? I might not have gotten along with his father but I wouldn't have gone that low."

"You're the reason that Neville lacks self-confidence," I reasoned, "How can he become his own person when he has to live up to a ghost?"

"You will not talk to me like that," she said, "I'm leaving! Neville, stay away from him and anyone that befriends him."

And she stormed out.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Neville said, "Someone wrote to her and told her what happened."

"It's alright," I said, "I'm use to be hated."

"It's still not right," he said.

"No, Neville, it's not right," I told him, "But that kind of nasty energy has a habit of bring out the worst in someone and making them do things that turns them even more worse. Hate can bring forth negativity and that brings forth the dark. It can also make you make deals with creatures that can claim to help you. In the end, it just kills you itself."

I knew from experience about that kind of emotion. It almost cost me my head. I fought against the dark all the time and one day, I would beat it. Until then, I fought.

"Thanks, Harry," he said, "You're not bad, for a Slytherin."

"Thanks," I said, "And you're not bad either."

We both grinned.

Three day later the twins, as I called them, cornered me.

"Heard that Neville's gran insulted you," Fred said or was it George.

"Tough skin," I said, "Mostly I was worried about how it was affecting Neville. What's the deal with the family, their story?"

"Dad doesn't tell us everything, but it involved the Longbottom family."

"Yeah, they're really popular."

"But not with everyone," Karrin figured.

"Correct," George said.

"And with how badly Malfoy talks about Neville his family isn't among those that like Neville's family."

"Yeah, very different."

I mentally added that to a list of things that I needed to know about.

"And what's the deal with Malfoy's family?" I asked them.

They looked at each other and then George, or Fred, said, "Malfoy's father was a known supporter of You-Know-Who. When he was defeated, by you, they came back to our side and told the Ministry that Draco's father was under the Imperius Curse. Of course dad doesn't believe it. He says that Malfoy's father didn't need a reason to go over to the dark side."

I mentally snorted. The dark side, makes the whole thing look like Star Wars or something.

"So Malfoy's family is bad," I said.

"Yeah, but I'm guessing that, like with Neville's gran, Malfoy thinks that you did something wrong."

"I saved Neville's life," I told them.

"Well there you have it," Fred said.

"Have what? And don't tell me that I don't understand anything because I got that line from Malfoy and from Neville's gran."

"Well Malfoy expected Neville to get really hurt, which would have given him something to taunt Neville about or weeks and Neville's gran most likely thinks that he's not living up to the family name by allowing a Slytherin to save him."

I mentally groaned. This whole thing was really starting to grate my nerves.

"So I'm the misinformed idiot."

"I wouldn't call you that," Fred told me. "You just don't know how thing work."

In other words I'm a misinformed idiot. Glad to know that someone agreed with me. I looked at them and said, "I'm not about to change who I am. If people can't get it, then that's their problem."

Both looked at each other. I'm sure they weren't expecting this. They finally looked at me and said, "I think we'll get along well."

Add two more people to my list of 'allies.'