Disclaimer: Same as the first chapter.

~Parseltongue~ when in flashback ~Parseltongue~

*Flashback*

`Phoenix talking`

Note 1: Okay, for everyone who has already read chapter six before I posted up chapter seven, should go back because I made some changes to the previous chapter to make this chapter work.

Note 2: Thank you to everyone who gave me an idea or opinion for this chapter.

Note 3: There will be different POV's this chapter.

Note 4: The plant in this chapter is actually real, I just added some stuff to make a magical.

Note 5: This will be the one and only time that I write about what happens during class unless there is something important that I wanted to point out because it takes too long to come up with a lesson plan.

Chapter 7: The First Day

Dumbledore's POV

Dumbledore sat in his office with a deep and menacing scowl on his face, he couldn't believe the nerve of that brat. To even think that he would demand to be resorted and get into a house that he has little to no control over. He glared at the wall while inwardly cursing Potter. Dumbledore stopped at the sound of a soft yet cold trill, he looked up to see Fawkes glaring at him. Not many people knew but the phoenix wasn't his familiar at all. He had caught and trapped the phoenix and forced him to bond with him. It was a very dark type of magic but one must admit that to the eyes of the public, having a phoenix made you look good even if you weren't. He relaxed and took a deep breath, when he finished he called Severus Snape up to his office. He would get his puppet back under his control even if he had to play dirty to do so. Fawkes just glared at the old fool while silently praying that his friend Harry would be alright.

Voldermort's POV

"Crucio" Voldermort said hitting a nameless Death Eater to let out his furstration. "Would someone like to tell me, why Potter is not in my clutches?" Potter is now safe and school and back in the hands of that buffoon that school calls a headmaster, and therefore making it harder for us to get our hands on him. Lucius, report!" Voldemort sat back and just glared as Lucius stepped forward and said, "My Lord, the Ministry is almost completely under your control. The only areas you need to take control of are the DMLE and the DoM. My son recently went to the will read for the Black Estate and found out that Potter isn't being very cooperative with Dumbledore. He also says that Potter looks different as well, like his physique and demeanor has changed."

Voldemort sat ther in contemplation for a while before saying, "Well, well, well! Lucius, tell your son that his mission is to befriend Potter and convince him to come to our side. Tell Draco that I don't care how he does it as long as it gets done." Voldemort dismissed his followers and laughed at the thought of the look on Dumbledore's face when he saw his 'Golden Boy' in the dark side fighting against him and his little bird order. Voldemort smiled a cruel smile before saying, "Yes, that would be funny indeed."

Draco's POV

Draco walked to the Slytherin dorm, after the beginning of the year feast, in shock. He just couldn't believe that Potter was now in Slytherin house. It just didn't make sense; Potter had completely changed over the summer. Potter's attitude had changed along with his appearance; it was like he was a completely different person. Draco walked into the common room and sat down in his chair and waited for Professor Snape to come in and give his customary beginning of the year speech to the first years and those upper years who have forgotten the rules the rules to being a Slytherin. He snapped out of his thoughts when the common room portrait opened to admit Professor Snape.

"Everyone front and center! You now are all Slytherins under the great Salazar Slytherin himself. You are not liked by your...classmates" Snape said, stressing the word classmates with a sneer in his face. "So you are never to appear weak to them. You are never to go anywhere alone, you are to always be with someone from Slytherin house. If you want to fight each other, then do it in the privacy of this room because when you pass that portrait you all had better act like you ae the best of friends. Do NOT disappoint me.

Now on to some rather unpleasant business; Mr. Potter would you be oh so kind as to come up here, I need to talk to you?" He waited a few seconds before saying, "Potter, bring your ass up front, now!" No one but the first years gasped at the Professor language because they were alk used to it by now. "Someone tell me where the hell Potter is?" Professor Snape said with a growl. Everyone but Draco was looking around but Potter was nowhere to be found. "Send him to my office when he shows up." Snape said with a sneer as he swept out of the room with his robed flaring out around him, like a bat.

Draco just laughed inside knowing that his godfather was pissed about Potter being in Slytherin and him not being in the common room when Snape wanted him there. Draco headed up to the dorm and decided that he was going to wait up until Potter showed. Two hours later Draco ws sleep and Professor Snape was pissed.

Harry's POV

Harry woke up at six the next morning energized and ready for the day. He got up out of the bed and went down into his trunk to grab some training clothes before coming back up and heading to the training room to work out for an hour. He then grabbed some fresh clothes and went to take a shower. At 7:30 A.M., Harry came out of the Founders' Quarters dressed and headed towards the Great Hall. He walked in and sat at the Slytherin table to eat his breakfest; he knew that people were looking at him and either whispering to their friends or glaring at him, but he just pretended not to notice. He finished eating and got up to head outside and hang around for awhile before Herebology began.

He was halfway to the doors that would lead him outside when Ron, Hermione, and Ginny decided to run and stop in front of him. Harry sighed before looking at them with a cold look on his face. "Can I help you?" Harry said with a slight sneer. Ginny just ignored the tone of voice and slinked her way up to them and tried to physically wrap herself around him. Harry took his hands, and roughly enough to move her without leaving a bruise, pushed her away from him and said, "Do NOT touch me with your hands. Merlin knows where they've been or who they've touched.

Ginny looked up at him affronted, "Harry, honey, what are you talking about? You have been acting really strange since you got back. First, you ask to switch houses and now you're saying weird and mean things to me." Ginny sadi with a whiney tone of voice that made her sound like a squealing pig. "I know mate, what happened? I thought you loved being in Gryffindor. Why did you go with those sneaky snakes?" Said Ron in an 'I'm more surperior than you' voice and an ugly looking sneer on his face. Then Hermione decided to butt in with her "I'm-a-know-it-all' voice, "Harry, you know that if this is a way to let out your anger that you can talk to us or even Professor Dumbledore. There was no need for you to go through all this trouble that's going to cause Professor Dumbledore problems trying to fix it. Also, how in the world did you get to be so big, it's just not logical?"

Again Harry sighed deeply in a tone of voice that could freeze lava, "Let me explain some things to you. Weaselette, I am not, now will I ever be, your honey. Why would I want to be with the biggest slut of the school? Weasel, I am not your mate, and did it ever occur to you that I am now one of those sneaky snakes. Granger, I wouldn't dream of going to you, or anyone else for that matter, with ANY of my problems and just for curiosities sake, I got this way by working out; unlike some people I know. Also, I want you to know that we are no longer friends because I trust you about as far as I can throw you, and that's not very far considering how much you eat Weasel." With that said Harry stepped around them and walked to Herebology all the while thinking that they had a lot of nerve coming up to him like that.

Harry sat down beside Draco and waited for Professor Sprout to arrive and begin the lesson. "Potter, are you trying to ruin our nameby losing us points on your first day as a Slytherin? Also, where were you last night? Professor Snape is probably pissed off because he wanted to speak with you and you didn't show." The blond boy said, oblivious to the fact that he was ranting. It got to the point where Harry lost his patience and said, "Draconus Abraxas Malfoy, be quiet before I find a better use for that mouth of yours." Draco blushed a deep shade of red at the words before asking, "How did you know my middle name?" Harry's reply was simple, "You would be surprised at what I know."

As soon as he finished Professor Sprout walked in and began the lesson. "Today class we will be working with a fire plant called Heuchera. This plant is vicious because when it feels threatened its leaves melt and becomes a fire that doesn't go out until either the target is gone or the antidote is given to the victim. Madam Pomfrey is waiting with the antidote in case of injury; and Professor Dumbledore has been kind enough to take down the apparation wards around the greenhouse and the infirmary to allow quick and easy access for the injured.

Now on to other things, the person that you are sitting beside will be your partner for the rest of the year unless I happen to mention otherwise; like today, you will be working individually. Now you are to take your Heuchera and pick its fire bulbs, on theirroots from beneath the soil, and repot them in another pot. So as not to threaten your Heuchera, you will gently stroke it and wait for it to relax, before picking the bulbs. Alright, get to work."

Harry had no problems working with the plant and had successfully gotten all the fire bulbs from his plant in thirty minutes. Draco was staring at him incredulously while still trying to work on his own plant. What he failed to realize was that he was squeezing the stem of the fire plant, causing it to jerl and wiggle its leaves to let loose a flame. Harry moved at took Draco's hand of the plant while calmly stroking the plant to get it to relax. Professor Sprout saw what he did and gave Slytherin 10 points for helping another student. Harry just smiled his thanks before turning to Draco. "You need to be careful and watch what you're doing before you go and hurt yourself." said Harry with a frown.

"Okay class, for homework I wan ta foot long essay about the habits of the Heuchera. It's due Friday morning." the Professor said before dismissing the class. Harry swiftly dwept out if the greenhouse with his robes flaring just like Snapes. He was walking towards his Defense Against the Dark Arts class furiously thinking about the stupid thing Malfoy had just done. While what he did was indeed stupid, Harry couldn't help but think about how cute the blond looked with his mouth slightly agape, ruining the perfect Malfoy persona he was always spewing about.

He arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and immediately relized he ws the only one there. He sat down in the middle of the room and waited for everyone else to show up. He looked around the classroom and saw that it was dojo like; obviously whoever was teaching this year was going to get into physical training. He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of excited chatter coming from the teenagers walking into the room and sitting down. he looked to his right when he heard the chair slide out, and saw Draco Malfoy sitting down. "Okay, listen and listen well Potter because I'm only going to say this once; iapologize for putting myself as well as others in danger. I should have payed more attention to the Heuchera rather than watch what was happening around me." Draco said to me in a whisper. harry stared at him for a bit before smiling and saying, "It's okay Darco, at least you apologized." Harry heard him inhale sharply at his smile before giving him a small smile.

It was at that moment that a women entered the room from the Professor's office. She was of medium height and looked to be in her mid twenties, from his prospective. She was light skinned, like a caramel color, and had dark brown, almost black hair with light, sky blue eyes. She wore the teachers' dress code of a long robe, which was a dark blue in color with black lining. The only difference between her and the other teachers was that she wore stylish combat boots. she waas obviously right handed because it held her wand lightly yet steadily enough to not be taken by surprise. Her wand was amazing in and of itself;it was dark green with black rune inscriptions on it. The handle was the exact opposite of the actual wan, it was black in color with dark green rune inscriptions on it. The thing that made her seem deadly though, was her slight smile on her face that seemed innocent yet vicious at the same time.

"Hello class! I am Professor Phoenica Wilkins, but you will just call me Professor Wilkins." Her voice while velvety soft had a dangerous tint to it. "There are two rules for my classroom and they go as followed: (1) There will be no petty house rivalries in this classroom, which also means there will be no name calling of any sort. The reason for that is that if you were in a dangerous situation and the only person around to save you was the very person you chose to pick on, what would you do then? (2) When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done when I tell you it's supposed to be done. The reason for that is that if you can't follow simple directions then you have no hope of surviving this war. If you obey these two small rules then I promise we'll get along just fine."

She then gave a smile that had almost every guy, even a few girls, sighing. The only exceptions, for the males, were Harry, Draco, and Ron, who decided to open his mouth and say the wrong thing. "Why do we have to get along with those stupid ass Slytherins, they'll just do something to us Gryffindors when you're not looking?" By the time he had finished talking the Professor's smile was gone and she was glaring at him. "Mr. Weasley, I think that will be 25 points for your language and two weeks detention for disobeyin the rules. As for you question, though I may not be looking I am always watching." She said with a sickenly (A/N: This is so not a word, but it will be today.) sweet voice.

"Now moving on to today's lesson! While you may be learning defense in here, I'm also going to train you in martial arts. Now most of you may think it's stupid because it's made by muggles and you may think that you're better than them, but that's not true. While muggles are slow in some things like medicine and other stuff like that, but other than that they are far more advanced than us. Do you see how you're still writing with an ink and quill? They are using things like pens and pencils, which don't require them to continuously re-dip their writing utensil.

But I'm getting off topic; martial arts just so happens to be one of the more useful things that muggles came up with. It is a known fact that as wizards, you do not get the physical exercise that others do because you rely on your wand; and because of this you become an open targetshould you lose your wand. So, to rectify this, you will actually be moving in my class. Starting with ten laps around the classroom as soon as you take off your robes (A/N: In case you're wondering, they do have clothes on under their robes). With that said she levitated all the desks and chairs to the center of the room to leave a track of sorts.

Harry didn't mind taking another run, so he took off his robes and did a few stretches to loosen the muscles. When he turned around to see what Draco was doing, he saw the Malfoy heir with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide. Harry walked towards him and gently put his hand under his chin and closed his mouth with an audible snap before saying, "Close your mouth Draco, you might catch flies." He saw Draco blush and assumed that it was because he caught Draco not acting perfectly. Harry turned around and started jogging around the roomnever noticing the way Draco's eyes seemed tofollow his every move.

Ten minutes later, Harry had finished his tenth lap and was doing a few extra so that it wouldn't seem so obvious that he was already done. Twenty minutes later the Professor called attention to the class. "Okay, I let you run a longer than I normally would so that you could get a feel of what you'll be doing every time you step into this class and so that I could get an estimation of how much work I need to do with this class.

Now time to see how many laps you all have ran. I invented a neat little spell that tells me how many laps someone has ran; and make no mistake, you can't lie to it because it is a form of legilimency that breaks through any and all barriers to find out the truth. It is not illegal because it can only tell me how many laps you ran and if you walked at all during that time; now here comes the fun part. Anyone who walked at all, owes me a three inch essay on why it is important to excercise. Anyone who uses big handwriting to take up more room gets a T. Anyone who ran less than nine laps also owes me a three inch essay and not even a millimeter more; so don't try to use small handwriting to get in more information. Every essay I assign to you, will be this way, no if, ands, or buts about it. Now, first up is, Seamus Finnegan.

It continued on like this for about ten minutes with the highest score being six. "Wow! You guys are seriously out of shape. Draconus Malfoy!" Draco walked nervously towards the professor with a blush on his face at the mentioning of his first name, while Harry stood on the side cursing himself for misjudging his Professor. He turned to see the Professor cast the spell on Draco; listening to words carefully, "Memoria Effugio. (A/n: that is so not what I wanted it to say in Latin, but it was the best I could do.) As soon as she finished the number eight appeared over Draco's head. Everyone, including Draco but excluding Harry and the Professor, gasped in surprise. "Very good Mr. Malfoy, one more lap and you would have been excluded from the homework assignment. Ronald Weasley!"

Ron strutted over like he just knew he had ran the right amount of laps or something. When she cast the spell and a big three came up with walking right under it, the entire class laughed. Ron blushed an amazing shade of red before shouting in indignation; something about how he ran more laps then that and that the spell was lying or some bullshit like that. "Mr. Weasley, it seems to me that you like losing your house its points, 10 point for your cheek. Now on to Harry Potter!"

Harry walked to the Professor sighing at the problems that were about to occur. "Memoria Effugio" A big and bright thirty appeared over his head. There were gasps of shock going around but all Harry could seem to do was look at Draco's face. While draco's face was pale his eyes were lit with awe; at least this time his mouth was closed.

"Well Mr. Potter, it seems you are full of surprises. That means that the entire class has homework except you and I think Slytherin deserves 10 points. That's it for now, see you next class." The Professor dismissed them and Draco shot out of the room lightning while Harry looked after him beforehe began making his way toward the Founders' Quarters to see if any mail had arrived.

He was half-way there when he had the most unfortunate pleasure of running into Snape. "Potter, my office, now!" Snape said, all the while glaring at him. Harry didn't even bother fighting it, he just turned and started to head towards to his head of house's office. Once inside Harr sat down facing Snape's desk and waited for the interrogation to begin. Snape looked at him with undisguised hatred as he sat down and said, "Well Potter, I hope your happy, you can now disgrace the Slytherin name from the inside. Now, if you would so kindly tell me, where the hell you were last night, and I might not give you detention for the rest of your school career; might being the key word."

Harry looked straight at him and said, "Well Professor, that's easy. Besides seeking me out personally or in class, we won't have to see each other at all, unless of course we bump into each other in the hallway, because Hogwarts has provided me with sufficient quarters for the rest of my stay here. If you need me at all and can't find me then just think the words Founders' Quarters and that's where I'll be, and I don't have to worry about you telling anyone because no one can get in without me personally inviting them, which can only happen through free will. So I don't have to worry about people- like, let's say Dumbledore- trying to put compulsion charms on me to get to invite them."

At this Harry smiled innocently. "I'm giving you access because you're my head of house and you might need me, in case of an emergenceny or something." Snape looked at him in confusion for about ten seconds before he snapped out of it and began to grill him for answers. Harry didn't seem the least bit bothered by this and just answered every question to the best of his ability, without revealing too much. Twenty minutes later the Professor had stopped asking him questions about his plans and such and went into questioning about Dumbledore. "Potter, why aren't you inviting Headmaster Dumbledore into your room, so that he can do whatever it is ya'll do when he calls you into his office?" (A/N:Plz don't take that as an innuendo)

Harry looked at him with a snarl on his face and replied, "I wouldn't invite Dumbledore anywhere; even if I was on the end of a twenty foot pole. I don't trust Dumbledore, or any of my ex-best friends for that matter, with anything. I came here for one reason and one reason only. Once I'm finished then I'm out of here and never looking back. I'm sorry to be rude Professor, but I need to go." Professor Snape stared at Harry in shock, watching as he stood up and made his way towards the door and stopping. "Professor, I know about everything you've done and will do for me and why you do it so, I just want to say, thanks and that I forgive you." With that said Harry left the room leaving Snape sitting in his chair at his desk with his head in his hands crying softly.

Harry walked away from Snapes office and stepped into a hidden alcove and apparated into his quarters. He walked to the desk in the corner and sat sat down while petting Devon on the head in a way of greeting. `Hello, how did the delivery go?` Harry thought to Devon. `It went fine, Master. They read your letter, smiled and tehn wrote a reply.` Devon thought back to him. Harry smiled and thanked Devon and relieved him of his load so that the tired phoenix could rest. When Devon flew away he called Silvan and Jáquín to him. ~I have a mission for the both of you. I need you to scout around the schooland find out who is loyal to me, Dumbledore, or Voldemort. I also want you to find out who's spying on me and why? YOu hear someone speak my name, fin d out why they say it? Basically I need you to gather informaation for me.~ The snakes sat there taking in their orders for a few seconds before saying, ~Yes, Master.~ Harry started to open a letter just as they slithered away. He looked down at the signature to see who it was from before reading. It said:

Dear Harry,

Your letter got me thinking about all the things that have happened since as far back as I can remember, and I find that your right. Dumbledore does things that he wants others to believe is for the greater good, but in reality is for the great of Dumbledore. Dumbledore is always manipulating people so that they do as he desires without caring about whose feelings get hurt in the process. I'm willing to join your cause to stop Dumbledore, and Voldemort if you want to. I know that gaining and keeping your trust is hard and that's why I say, with upmost confidence, that I will follow youno matter which side you take. Just owl me when you want to meet so that I cans take the mark and I'll be there.

Yours Truly,

Bill Weasley

Harry smiled at his letter before reaching for another letter, it said:

Dear Harry,

We thought about what you said and realized that you're right.Since day one Dumbledore has been manipulating us like his chess pieces. If you think about it, Dumbledore always knew what was going on in the school; so why wouldn't he know about everything that happened in your first five years at Hogwarts. It just doesn't add up! It's like he was testing you or something. Anyway, we would be glad to join you in whatever endeavors you decide to pursue.Just let us knowwhen and where.

Sincerely yours,

Fred and GeorgeWeasley

Harry just shrugged before opening another letter that read:

Dear Harry,

I wanted to thank you for contacting me. I knew all along that Dumbledore was manipulating you. I overheard him talking to mom about it and he found me and cast a spell on me to pervent me from telling you and then sent me off to Romania. He made a mistake though in assuming that you would never find out or from preventing me from telling you if you approached me about it first. I guess that's on him. Anyway, I wanted to say that I would be glad to join you; just name the time and place. Also, I have some news that may interest you. There are s ix dragons each a different type that has recently layed their eggs but for some reason all six dragons don't want to take care of one of their eggs. Funnily enough five of them have a green tint to while one is completely green. That's all for now so, if you need me then owl me, otherwise see you whenever we meet.

Yours Truely,

Charlie Weasley

Harry sat there and contemplated what Charlie had just told him. He remembered learning about this in his time in the trunk. Slytherin had told him that every now and then something would happen to the magical species. In a time of great need, magic would pick a magical species that layed more then one egg at a time and take one from every female in the group. The egg would be the color of the one they would look to to raise them but would have the tint of the one they would follow.

Gryffindor then said that it wasn't like a familiar; familiars stayed with you for life whereas these creatures, Adiutor he called them, were raised by you and stayed with you until you didn't need them anymore, then they left. Of course, because you had raised them they would bond to you, so that if you were ever in any danger they would come and help you. Harry smiled thinking that this could work in his favor, but before he sent back a reply he needed to read his last letter. He opened the parchment up and it read:

Dear Cub,

I thought long and hard about what your letter said and realized that you're right. Dumbledore has been keeping far to many secrets for it to be good for anyone except the player holding all the cards. I would b glad to join you in taking down Dumbledore and anyone else you feel needs to come down a notch. Owl me when your ready to meet, until then I'll do anything you need me to do, to the best of my ability. Also, though I know you know this already, Sirius' death is not your fault. Sirius would want you to know that. Plus, I'm sure that he was glad that he went down fighting because in that house all day affected him in more ways then we can ever imagine. I also want you to know that your parents, and Sirius, are just as proud of you as I am, if not more so.

Love You Cub,

Remus Lupin

P.S. The walls of Hogwarts have ears.

Harry stared at the letter for a few minutes before laughing at Remus' not so subtle hint. He took what Remus said to heart before getting out four sheets of parchment. He then wrote the same thing on each one: 'October 31st, midnight at the Shreaking Shack.' On Charlie's and Remus's letter he added something extra. For Charlie, he told him to bring the eggs with him when he came. For Remus, he wrote that he appreciated everything that was said to him in the letter and that he was very much loved by his he finished writing his letters Devon came down and held out his leg to collect the letters. Harry attached all four of them to his leg and got up to head down to the Great Hall for lunch.

When he got into the Great Hall he headed over to the Slytherin table and sat down to eat. He had only been there for five minutes when he felt a presence behind him. He turned and saw a Slytherin that he didn't know standing behind him. "Why the hell are you doing sitting at our table, Potter?" The boy said with a glare. Harry looked at the head table and saw that Dumbledore wasn't there so he turned around and looked the kid up and down before saying, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to eat my lunch, just like everybody else." The Slytherin huffed like he had just been insulted. "You think you're something now that you're in Slytherin don't you? You think that you're so tough just because you convinced a stupid hat to let you into the most noble House of Slytherin?" The boy said looking absolutely flustered.

By this point Harry was standing up and everyone's attention was on them. "You think that you're so tough, Potter, I'll show you tough!" With that said the boy threw his arm back and tried to punch him. Before anyone could react, Harry had grabbed the boys hand and crushed it. He also hit one of the boys pressure points to knock the boy unconscious. Harry looked around wiht a blank look on his fac e before sitting down and finishing his lunch.

When he finished he got up and headed down to potions. He sat and waited in the corridor for Snape to open the door. Ten minutes later everyone was gathered around and Snape opened the door. "Everyone, get inside, sit down, and shut-up. You have five minutes to be seated." With that said everyone rushed into the room and sat down. "This year there will be no foolishness. You are to take this potions class seriously or I will throw you out, and that includes ALL of you." Professor Snape said while looking at each and every face. "I do not know how half of you got in this class but the fact is that you are. Make no mistake though, you mess up one time and I throw you out so fast you won't be able to say 'Hogwarts'."

The Professor paused to let what he had said thus far sink in. " Now today we will be taking a test. Know that passing an O.W.L. means nothing to me if you can't pass my test. I will name a potion and you will tell me these five things about it. 1) The effect, 2) A side effect, 3) A characteristic about the potion, 4) Two known ingredients, and 5) A step in making the potion. Granger, I'll start with you, Draught of Living Death!" With that said Hermione squeaked and went into her know-it-all mode.

Snape continued with this torture for the entire class period. Giving something as easy as the boiling boil cure, which he gave to Draco, to something as hard as the Wolfsbane Potion, which he gave to Ron; stating that even if he hadn't done the potion before, he should have read about it and been prepared just in case. When it was finallly Harry's turn most of the Slytherins were laughing at the Gryffindors' misfortune, while most of the Gryffindors were glaring at the Slytherins for laughing.

"Potter, let's see if you actually have a head in that brain of yours, Draught of Peace!" Harry sat straight and tall determined not to be intimidated by a man who hid behind a mask so as to hide his true self. The known effect of the Draught of Peace is that it relieves anxiety and agitation. A side effect is that overdoing the ingredients can put the drinker into a deep sleep. A characteristic is that it emits a light silver vapor. Two known ingredients are powered moonstone and syrup of hellebore. A step in making the potion is before the addition of the final ingredient, which is hellebore, the temperature of the flame must be lowered and allowed to simmer for seven minutes.

When he had finished speaking everyone in the classroom was looking at him as if he had grown a second head. He turned his head to see that Draco was looking at him with a blank expression. Harry didn't bother to say anything, he just packed his things and stood up to leave just as the bell rang to signal the end of the class period. (A/N: I don't actually know if they have bells but they will today.) Harry walked out and prepared for his final class of the day, Transfiguration.

Harry, took his precious time walking towards Professor McGonagall class, not yet ready to see his ex-head of house. He made it inside the classroom just as the bell rang for the beginning of class. He sat next to some unknown boy from Slytherin house with brown hair that hung to the nape of his neck. Harry didn't pay the boy any mind and just sat down and waited for Professor McGonagall to begin. "This year will be a very difficult year because of your N.E.W.T.'s. If any of you are found lollygagging then you will be escorted feom the class and asked not to return. Now this year we will be primarily focusing on conjuration and human transfiguration. However, before we do any of that we will review what you have been learning for the past five years starting with the match turned into a needle and the mouse into a tea cup. One-half of the class will have the match whiile the other has thee mouse. After half the class period is over you will then switch. Boot and Greengrass, come and help me distribute these to your classmates!"

Terry and Daphne walked towards the front of the classroom and started distributing their item to one-half of the class. When he got his item he took out his wand and started changing the matchstick into a needle. Harry remained quiet for the rest of the class after he transformed the mentioned items on his third try. He had to make it look lik ehe didn't know what he was doing just a tad, so as not to draw more attention to himself. "Your homework is a foot long essay on the advantages and disadvantages of conjuration, due next next lesson." With that said the bell rang and Harry was the first one out of the room. He searched for a hidden alcove and apparated into his room to do his homework.

Draco's POV

Draco laid on his bed exhausted beyond belief. It had been a hectic week with everyone chasin after Potter. Draco wondered where he slept at because he hadn't stepped one foot into the dorm room since the start of term, and it had already been a week. Draco didn't bother trying to figure out this new Harry because he knew it would be pointless to try. Thinking of Harry caused Draco's heart to thud loudly in his chest and his body to heat up like an inferno.

Harry had been flirting lightly with him the entire week and Draco was starting to wonder if Harry was serious. If it was one thing Malfoy's did not do it was lie, at least not to themselves. Draco had known he was gay for a few years now and he also knew that the Harry that walked in the door this year was fine as hell. And with that thought Draco rolled over wondering just what was going to happen this year.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I started having troubles with my laptop and then when I got it fixed what I had typed for my story was gone and I had to start over. Then my computer got infected with virus and crashed so I had to get that fixed, so sorry. Also I have no idea when the next chapter will be up, and it will go up eventually, but I do know that I would like your opinion of what should happen in the next chapter.

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