Disclaimer's in the prologue.
Draco decided not to join the try-out the for the year as well, besides it is the last years for the others there anyway, they can wait until next year to try out, and hopefully join the house team. If not, Draco said in jest that he'll just ask his father to bribe the team with brooms.
On another note, during the time that the teachers instructed them to hand over their summer assignments, Harry had to give his word to the teachers that his brother actually did his summer works, apparently during the summer, and wasn't lying when Lars told them that all of his parchments disappeared.
That was quite odd indeed, Harry thought. His brother's summer papers just vanished without a trace, well without a trace until all of it was found in separate parts of the castle, though most of it was found in a state such that it was obvious that someone was trying to get rid of it. Knowing that Lars wasn't insincere, the teachers had no other choice but to give him a chance to submit his assignment at another time, bar Professor Snape perhaps who, in his usual snarky way, just told Lars that he should be more careful with his belongings.
On a Saturday morning, Harry woke up before the sun rose, as usual. He took a glance at his wristwatch and saw that it was only five in the morning, hence why his roommate is still in bed. He took a bath then wrote on his journal before leaving the common room.
On his way to go outside the castle, he encountered his brother wearing Quiditch robes and lazily holding his Nimbus 2000. His brother looked like he had just got out of bed. His brother's psychotic of a Quiditch captain must've woken up his brother that that early.
Lars yawned before speaking. "Have a good morning?" his brother asked. "I certainly don't."
"Let me guess, your Captain is obsessed in winning because of last year isn't he?" his brother just nodded.
"Are you still going to play as seeker for your team?" Lars asked him.
"No." he replied.
Lars snorted. "Figures you won't,"
"Wanna come along to the pitch?" Lars asked him with a yawn. "I need a bodyguard, and you make a spectacular job at it, scaring Colin without even trying..." Lars continued to ramble about his annoyance with the first year Gryffindor before falling asleep.
His brother didn't even notice that he had tidied his Quiditch robes with a charm.
"Aguamenti!" Water surged from the tip of Harry's wand, splashing Lars right on the face.
"Bloody hell!" Lars exclaimed. "What was that for?"
"Lawrence, you're half..." he didn't continue what he had to say instead he slapped his brother, not too hard mind you.
"OUCH!" Lars yelped before rubbing the right side of his face "Will you stop that I'm awake...well I am now..."
"Alright good, now go on, your teammates are already there..." Lars then went to the Gryffindor dressing room while Harry went to the stands.
Creevey jumped when the boy got the sight of him sitting near.
"Sit down." he said austerely when Creevey was about to go sit somewhere else.
"N-no, I -I " The boy stammered his protest but sat down immediately after Harry gave him a look.
"Relax Creevey, I'm not going to eat you." he said with a bland tone at Creevey who was shifting on his seat. "Creevey, as much as I hated it when your camera flashed right into my face, I'm not going to give you to Professor Snape for his potions ingredients."
"You're not?" The boy responded stupidly. Harry looked incredulous at the boy. He has no idea why the new students believes that the Potions Master will use them as potions ingredient, not that it's impossible but it's both very dark magic and, of course, murder is illegal.
Harry eyed the boy who was waiting for the Gryffindors to go out in the field start their practice.
A minute later he found himself saying "Do you want to keep taking pictures of my brother?" Creevey nodded eagerly. "Then you'll follow my advice not to bother him when he said no. Ask politely and he might just let you. And most of all, don't ever take a photograph of him with Lockhart. If that idiot asks you to take a photo of them, go make up some excuse why you can't." The boy was beaming and now looked less scared of him.
"Always remember those and you can have fun taking photographs. If not, I'll destroy your camera in front of you, you hear?" Creevey nodded. "You can tell your parents about it but I assure you that it wouldn't do you much good."
Creevey nodded his head like a bobble-head. "Sure I can do that. It's Colin by the way, thanks uh...Harold right? People told me you're Harold Evandrus but you were Harold Potter."
"People call me Harry." he informed the boy. "How'd you know my whole first name? Not many know that, except when I introduce myself." That and no one really bothered to call him that.
"I read it in one of the old Prophet newspapers during the time when...when you...er...ran away." Creevey said carefully. Harry was quite surprised by that. He knew that his godfather, along with some people, were looking for him, but he didn't know that he was in the Daily Prophet when he ran away.
"I see. Do you like taking pictures or you just like taking the pictures of my brother?" Creevey sort of reminded him of Ethan who also likes taking photographs of him. He still remembers when Philip bought his little brother a camera, he would take photos of everything non-stop.
"Er...umm...both I guess." The boy replied.
"You read that electronics do not work in Hogwarts." Harry stated and the boy nodded his head. He had noticed the first time he saw Colin that his camera is old fashioned, just like in the Wizarding world, and unlike in the muggle world where they use digital cameras which was more convenient.
Hogwarts: A History was quite inaccurate in saying that muggle electronics do not work in Hogwarts. They had no way of knowing if muggle electronics can't be used considering that nobody, in known history, ever did bring something in Hogwarts. He found out the previous year that electronics do work in Hogwarts though not all types of electronics. He doesn't know about the other things but when he brought his mobile phone in Hogwarts the year previous, it did work, with a slight snag of course. Electronics can work but the wireless connections can't. It showed when he saw that there is no signal in his phone and it went dead when he switched on different wireless connections like the blutooth. And also there are no plugs whatsoever in the school, so it was quite pointless to bring one. He just brought one to see if it would work.
"Yeah...I have a digital camera at home but since I can't use it here, Dad bought me this." Creevey held up his old camera. "A boy in my dorm told me that there's a spell that can make the picture move." He said eagerly.
"Dimovio Retrato." he told the young Gryffindor. "The spell is Dimovio Retrato."
"GREAT! THANKS HARRY!" He just gave the boy a nod.
"What do you think's taking them so long?" Harry wondered that as well. The sun will be completely up in a few more minutes and the Gryffindor team are still not out on the field.
"Spying on the Gryffindor team?" Someone stated dryly from behind them. It was Theo and Draco, a piece of cauldron cake from the Great Hall in each of their hands. Harry thought that the Headmaster should instruct the house-elves not to serve sweets during breakfast. They sat down behind him and Creevey, who started fidgeting again in the presence of two other Slytherins.
"Toffee?" Theo, who always has candies in his pockets, offered Creevey, who looked at the candy then to Theo and back. "It's not poisoned Creevey, heck I don't even have poison!" His friend added with a laugh. Creevey smiled and took the toffee.
"Hey they're out!" Creevey exclaimed then they saw the Gryffindor team exit the changing rooms with their brooms. With another look from Harry, Creevey said "Remember what you said." Then he started taking photographs of the Gryffindor players. The Gryffindors soared into the sky but stopped midway, looking at their direction.
"I heard Flint say they have a new seeker." Draco said conversationally. "But he doesn't seem too happy about it...and that they reserved the pitch for their practice... today."
"Good for them." Harry replied absentmindedly while eyeing the Gryffindor team who looks like they're having an argument. After a few minutes he noticed the Gryffindor Captain hovering down and well there goes the Slytherin team.
When Harry stood up and walked away to where the two teams are, Theo, Draco and Creevey followed him.
"Well well, if it isn't the ex-seeker." Macnair sneered at Harry who simply raised his eyebrow wondering when will people learn and probably accept that he doesn't like Quiditch.
Macnair (not to mention the whole Slytherin team) was holding a broom, a good looking one at that he should say, a new Nimbus two thousand and one.
"Macnair? You're the new seeker?" Draco exclaimed incredulously before frowning. "Aren't you a little too big for that?" Macnair is tall for his age like a giant, and seekers are mostly not that tall because they need to be light. Just as he was last year considering that, even now, Draco and Theo are an inch or two taller than him.
"You forgot to mention 'a little too ugly' Draco." Theo chimed in. The Gryffindor team and Harry's group snickered. "You know because mostly the seekers are the good looking ones, or at least charismatic ones, for posters and all that."
"You bloodtraitors are just jealous of my broom." Macnair said childishly.
Harry blinked before scowling at Macnair. "That was incredibly petty." he drawled in annoyance at Macnair's stupid retort.
"And at least the Gryffindor doesn't have to buy their way in," Granger said sharply, "they've got in with pure talent." There was no doubt that Macnair Sr. bribed the Slytherin team into letting his son join the team. Nasty as they are, the Macnairs are still rich, though not as rich as the Potters, Blacks and Malfoys.
Macnair glared at her, but Granger wasn't struck. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood." Macnair said that, ignoring Marcus' stern voice saying "Enough Macnair."
"You'll pay for that one Macnair!" Weasley snarled, drawing his wand and pointing it at Macnair. The red-head was about to cast something when Draco yelled "Expelliarmus!" and disarmed him.
"What the bloody hell did you do that for Malfoy!?"
"Don't be daft Weaselby, wait I forgot you are," Draco said coolly. "But in case it has escaped your notice your wand's broken. It could've backfired so you're welcome."
"Tut tut Draco, turning into a bloodtraitor now are we? goin' to befriend Weasley, just like Nott befriending that filthy half-blood." Macnair smirked "What -" Suddenly Macnair's voice was gone. His mouth was moving but no voice came out of it. Macnair tried to lunge at Draco, thinking that it was the blonde boy who did it, but the Weasley twins stood in front and shielded Draco. Harry had to say that it was quite a surprise that the Weasley twins shielded Draco, knowing very well that their fathers, while civil, aren't completely friendly with each other.
"Seriously Draco, as much as most of us seem to enjoy Macnair being voice less, I think you should cancel the charm." Marcus finally said after continuous failures in cancelling the charm himself.
Draco rolled his eyes. "For the last time Marcus." says Draco, "I. Did. Not. Do. It."
"First off," Harry began, standing in front of Wood, "were you lot just fighting over who'll use the Quiditch Pitch?" he asked, quite incredulous that they were having an argument just because of the Quiditch Pitch.
"Yes!" Wood exclaimed his answer. "We booked the pitch for today and they showed up...with a note from Snape to train their new...seeker."
"Professor Snape, Captain Wood." he corrected which created snickers from both sides that Wood was being corrected by a second year. "Well then you obviously can't argue with the Potions Master's note, so if I were you, I would just book again for another day." he suggested then he looked at Macnair. As much as he liked seeing Macnair look livid without anything coming out from his mouth he'd prefer not to see him at all face to face.
"Lars, if you would please return his voice now."They all turned to Lars who was looking innocently, no one suspected him for the very reason that he didn't draw his wand.
"Why're you guys looking at me? I didn't do it." his brother said as innocently as possible though it was quite obvious that he was barely trying to hold in his laughter.
"Now, Lawrence." Harry said, using the strict elder brother voice. Lars just stared at them all before sighing and with a snap of his fingers the charm was cancelled and Macnair has his voice back. They were all astonished by that display of wandless magic, something Lars had learned back in the summer.
Macnair was going to attack Lars when Granger tripped him and said coolly "Oops, how clumsy of me...must be because I'm a mudblood." Macnair fell flat on his face on the ground. Everyone, even the Slytherin team, laughed at the older boy's expense.
The Gryffindor team separated on their way back after Oliver telling the team that they'll practice some other time. Before they separated ways with the Gryffindor team, Harry was called by the Weasley twins.
"Did Larrykins..." Fred began. Harry had learned how to distinguish the two from each other. Theo mentioned that Fred has a darker shade of blue eyes while George has the lighter one, although, to an ordinary observer, you won't be able to tell the same that much.
"Tell you..." George followed.
"About our..."
"Proposition?" They finished together.
"Yes he did." he replied.
"Agree or disagree Harrykins?" Fred questioned.
"Give me a reason why I should." he told them. "As you might know, I'm not overly fond of pranks."
"In all honesty, Harrykins, we can't think of a reason for you to help us." George said.
"But we're planning to invent many products, see." Fred added.
"For our business someday..."
"And maybe you..."
"Being a talented potioneer..."
"Having access to some ingredients..."
"And a sneaky slytherin..."
"Might be interested..."
"With extending..."
"A helping hand..."
"And may even be..."
"Interested..."
"With being.."
"Our partner."
"So to say." Fred added.
He hummed. "I'll think about it."
"Good answer." Fred praised.
"Thank you..." George added.
"And have a good day..."
"Slyther Harrykins." And then the Weasley twins strode off to another direction.
"That was brilliant Lawrence! How'd you do that?" Harry heard Theo exclaimed enthusiastically.
"What happened to you?" he blurted out the moment he had caught up with the trio, his friends, and Creevey. Draco's slick blonde hair was now spiky, and scarlet and gold in colour.
"Change it back Potter!" Draco said over and over again. Harry looked at his brother who was dying of laughter.
"No don't," Theo said in between his laughter, "we all like it better that way, right chaps?" They all nodded.
"Hey Creevey!" Theo called. "Do you mind taking a picture of all of us?" The young Gryffindor beamed while Draco looked extremely horrified at the thought of being photographed with his hair like that.
"Give me the camera Colin, you go and join them." He instructed the boy. The boy nodded then happily skipped to Lars' side.
Their position was like this, Draco was in the middle with his spiky Gryffindor themed hair while Lars, Theo, and Hermione were crowding on him with jovial looks, even Weasley. He smiled to himself. Maybe Weasley will gather some sense and stop his 'all Slytherins are evil' nonsense. "1...2...3...say cheese people." He clicked the capture button.
"We should send that to the Daily Prophet." Theo said thoughtfully. "Imagine the headline 'Malfoy Scion's New Hairstlye.'" That would cause quite a stir. Harry can just imagine the horrified look on Mr. Malfoy's face if that happens.
Draco, his hair back to slick blonde now, gave Theo a glare. "You do that and the next headline would be 'Nott Scion, Brutally Murdered'."
"How 'bout we change the bets." suggested Theo, still grinning.
"Bets?" Harry asked, confused. He didn't know his two friends had a bet with each other, but then again he shouldn't be surprised considering that Theo seems to have an addiction in betting with people.
"Yeah, we're betting on who'll have more points during lessons every month." Theo said. So that's what the triumphant smirk in Herbology class was all about.
"If I win," Theo said, "you'll spend the whole day with that hair."
"An hour and I'll buy you a Sherlock Holmes book." Draco bargained. His blonde friend couldn't probably stand the thought of having that kind of hair for a whole day. "If I win you're going to wear a sign that says 'I Love McGonagall.' for the whole day."
After thinking for a second, Theo replied "Right on, I'm good with that, but your hour will be during Potions Class." Draco look stomped and Theo snickered as started imitating a chicken again.
"Alright deal." Draco agreed and shook hands all the while thinking the shame he'll get if he loses the bet.
"Anyone interested in joining our bets?" Theo asked with a grin.
"What bets Mr. Nott?" A silky voice drawled from behind them. They turned around to see the Potions Master glowering at them. "Well?"
Theo cleared his throat "I was just saying that we will be in a lot of trouble if we make bets here in school with teachers around Sir." His friend said coolly with a straight face.
The Potions Master raised a disbelieving eyebrow at Theo but said "Very well, Mr. Evandrus," Professor Snape looked at him "Come along."
"Certainly Sir." And they both strode off.
Once they were in the Potions Classroom, the potions master gave him a permission slip for the restricted section. When he asked what it was for, the Professor answered that he wanted him to research about at least two potions and write anything that he thinks can increase and decrease the potency of the potion.
"Sir?" He didn't leave immediately after the Professor told him that he may leave. "Are you going to allow me the use of your laboratory for experimenting with potions other than just brewing the curriculum assigned for me?"
Professor Snape just looked at him before replying "Yes, I will. You will experiment once you are done with everything that I assigned you to do, namely, making potions based on theories."
"Based on theories?" he repeated. "You mean I will recreate the potions that I will research about, Sir?"
"Yes." Professor Snape answered. "Tell me, once you are done with the ones I assigned you, do you have anything in mind? Anything specific to brew."
"There is one that I want," he replied vaguely turning around. "But I don't think that it would be anywhere in the restricted section."
He turned once more to face his Professor. "It would be in your notes, Sir."
Professor Snape hummed. "The Wolfsbane Potion." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. It is true Harry wanted to improve the Wolfsbane potion. Not for the purpose of helping everybody, although that would be the case if ever he will be successful with that.
"I don't want it to be the Wolfsbane anymore," he announced ambitiously to his teacher. "I want it to become Wolvescure."
"For the wolf then?"
"Partly." he answered. "But partly, it would be for my ambition of being someone who discovered a cure to thousands of years old problem." He may not be the most ambitious of person when he speaks with people but when he wants something done he'll make sure he gets it done.
"Yes..." Professor Snape drawled. "Quite an ambition then."
"Yes, quite." he replied before asking casually "So Sir, did Macnair bribe the team?"
Profesor Snape raised an eyebrow at him before answering "Yes, he did."
"Figures, he would." He muttered under his breath. "My question is why did you allow that to happen? I know for a fact that Macnair is just a pretentious git and Higgs is better than him."
"Mr. Evandrus." Professor Snape said with a tone that clearly says 'don't push it'. "You are not in the position to question me of what I did or did not allow."
"I –My apologies for that, Sir." He replied, inclining his head for a bit. "I should be going now."
"If you must know," he heard Professor Snape say as he was to exit the door, "I had no hand whatsoever with regards to Mr. Macnair making it into the team. It was purely up to Mr. Flint."
Harry turned from the door to face Professor Snape who was still seated on the chair. "What about the nonsensical, my-house-won-the-Quiditch-cup-for-seven-consecutive-years reason?"
"Evandrus," Professor Snape began, "you do realize that that was your punishment. And what did I say about punishments?"
He frowned. "It's not for disobedient children to enjoy."
"Exactly."
"Does Harry have detention with Professor Snape?" Hermione asked curiously as the two potioneers stalked off. The only time that the dungeon bat calls for a student is to give them detention.
Lars shook his head "Harry? Detention? This year? Not bloody likely"
"Harry's Professor Snape's apprentice, Granger." Draco informed her.
"Really?" She shrieked. "That is so amazing, Harry's such a genius. He should ask Professor Lockhart for help..." The boys frowned at that. Harry will never ever, ever, ever ask help from Lockhart not in eternity he would not. Harry will most probably prefer to die first rather than ask help from Lockhart.
"Ermm...uhm...we got to go...study you know...ehm...see ya later." Draco stammered as he and Theo made their escape from Hermione's ongoing ramble about how Lockhart is just soooo great.
"Tell me again why all the girls seemed too infatuated with that blonde git?" Draco questioned the moment they walked away from the Golden Trio.
"Because Draco," Theo answered, "they all think that the world illuminates around them whenever Lockhart smiles. Literally."
Draco shuddered "That's so wrong..."
"I agree."
"Hey Theo, can we talk?" Draco asked once they entered the common room.
"Unless you're mute, then yes we can." Theo replied in a surprisingly bland tone.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine, may we talk?"
"We're talking now aren't we?" Theo retorted.
"Oh...in your room, if you please." Theo shrugged and led the way to their room. Shortly after entering, both of them casted a silencing charm.
"Well what do you want to talk about?"
"All of it, all of this." Draco replied, looking a bit dramatic.
"Mate, you're going to have to be clearer than that."
Draco sighed. "Oh fine, what I meant was, I want to talk to you about this all. This being friends with the twin, not to mention acting bodyguard, of the Lawrence Potter who's vanquisher of the Dark Lord who's champion of Pureblood superiority."
"Right." Theo drawled. "You just decided to talk about that now?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You can't possibly think that I would be able to talk to you about this in Malfoy Manor." He huffed. "In case it has escaped your awareness, father has eyes and ears in that place."
"What's your point?" Theo asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's not like you have to hide it from your father." Unlike mine was left unsaid.
"That's exactly what troubles me Theodore." Draco said, sitting down on Harry's chair by the desk. "What if my father is under the delusion that we'll be able to convert Harry to our ways..."
"You mean your ways." Theo interjected. "I never believed in any of that crap, Malfoy, just so you know."
"Fine whatever...but still...look I'm not stupid enough to think that the Dark Lord is actually dead. He's a bloody Dark Lord for crying out loud. Surely he'll make sure he doesn't die permanently. It was just his rise to power after all when he got vanquished by baby Potter."
Theo snorted. "Of course Evil Overlord's not dead. He was living as a parasite at the back of Squirrel Quirrell's head last year."
"Wait what?" Draco asked, confused.
"The rumour that they fought with Quirrell in the forbidden corridor," Theo reminded Draco. "It really did happen."
"How...never mind that. Anyway, back to my father, what if he only allowed my friendship with Harry just so I can get close to Potter?"
"Well then it would seem that Mr. Malfoy is indubitably more cunning than my father." Theo said in a serious tone. "Father is very outspoken about his dislike of Harry, not very wise if he wants to have a good standing in society."
"What do you mean good standing in society?" Draco questioned. "You sound like he's going to be some sort of politician or whatever here."
"Harry is basically going to be the pride of Britain for his potions genius even if Potions Masters are underappreciated." Theo responded. "He's the teacher's favourite, even McGonangall, hell he's the Headmaster's favourite."
"What do you really want to ask Draco?" Theo asked pointedly.
Draco sighed. "I just want to ask, Theo, what I should do if a time comes then my father asks me out of the blue where I would side. It's all confusing."
Theo shrugged. "I don't know what you should do, Draco." he paused. "But I do know what I'll do when it comes to that."
"What will you do?"
"I'll stay on where I think is right."
"And what is your basis of right and wrong?"
"Well for starters, the right side is the side of the people who fight for everybody's freedom from oppression, from tyranny, fight for the equality of all people, no discrimination. As for the wrong side, well obviously that's the opposite. They fight for their self-interest, for power that they will never use for the right purposes."
"So basically you're telling me that you're siding with Gryffindorks."
"Don't call them that Draco." Theo admonished his friend. "This is exactly what the bloody sodding arsed problem is with all the houses! We should be united not divided. You, all of you, nearly each and everyone who is and has been in Slytherin house complained that the Headmasters, the teachers, and the other students did not treat them fairly, but did they even ask themselves if they did things that can make other people's view of them different? Some of them do, but they give up almost immediately, they let peer pressure swallow them."
"Draco I agree, I really do." Theo said in a sympathetic tone. "It is, was, unfair that they judge us because of Evil Overlord, but don't you think that it was also unfair that majority of Slytherins judge witches and wizards by their blood status? To dislike someone because of where they came from or who they're born to?" Draco was still silent so he continued to talk.
"You can't help who you're born to, Draco." Theo said with a sigh. "Look at you. You come from a rich and influential family. You've been raised in a pureblood household like I. I never liked you just so you know because you were an arrogant arse with an extreme case of superiority complex, especially to those who aren't purebloods, and to your subordinates...or maybe you don't remember how you would always say that they're nothing compared to us, how they were filth?"
"I know what I said and what I did alright!?" Draco responded. "I'll have you know that I'm not that judgemental anymore...not so much. But that's not the point! We're not talking about whether I believe it or not. We're talking about which sides we are going to choose."
"Draco, I already told you where I would side but frankly, I think you shouldn't spend too much time thinking about that. We're just a bunch of twelve year old snipes. We're not supposed to be thinking of war. I know the war...it's...it's inevitable, but I would like to pretend for a couple more years that it won't arrive. I'm quite content with not thinking about anything of that sort for the time being. I'm quite content being a little more carefree, and act like an idiot like what kids like us should be."
"Are you really going to side with them?" Draco questioned Theo. "What of your father? Last I heard from Potter, you punched Weaselby for calling you a mini-deatheater. From Harry's side, you ranted on how your father was cleared of all charges."
Theo turned to face the wall while running a hand on his brown hair. "I may have been under the misapprehension at that time that my father has changed...that perhaps, even if he still dislikes anything muggle, he won't follow him again."
Theo turned to face Draco once more. "I was naive, Draco, not to mention blindly optimistic, to think that he would respect my decision, my choice, but apparently he wouldn't. Not in an eternity he would not."
"So what are you going to do about him then?" Draco asked. "Your father I mean. My father can't go on building you a bridge all the time."
"Well, for now...I guess I'll just do what he wants me to, minus the preaching of blood supremacy and, renouncing my friendship with Harry."
"And what if he forces you to renounce your friendship with Harry? Literally forces you."
"He won't do that." Theo said confidently. "Not yet at least until Evil Overlord returns. He'll do what he must so that he will not to lose his only male heir, the one who'll follow his footsteps. He'll only give me an ultimatum when the Dark Lord asks me to join, until then he won't have me murdered, or disown me at the very least."
"You're being extremely audacious do you know that?" Draco pointed out. "Practically committing suicide by announcing last year that you don't dislike muggles, and this year still retaining your friendship with Harry even if your father doesn't want to, then go on to tell me that you'll be with the light side. I don't think I can do that."
"The sorting hat did consider placing me in Gryffindor." Theo admitted.
Draco patted his friend's shoulder and said "With the courage that you're showing, I find that easy to believe, but speaking of that, why were you placed in Slytherin then?"
"Self-preservation, what else?" Theo replied simply. "I wasn't willing to test my father...I still want him to accept me...even until now...even when he kicked me out last summer."
"Look Draco, do what you think what is best for you. Do what is right."
"Right not good." Draco whispered.