"Blah." Talking

"Blah" Parseltongue

'Blah' Thinking

Blah Memories/Flashbacks

Author's Note: I have fixed the issue with Harry's age, thank you again to the person who pointed it out to me, you know who you are.

"Play the Tune, Dance the Tune, Live the Tune.

Gentle crying, Hide-and-seek.

Run, my baby, run.

Don't believe your mother,

Don't believe you father.

Remember the sorrow of Agamemnon."

There was water. That much was certain in the abyss. Lots of water.

Was that a cry? Maybe a child? Yes, it was a baby. A baby wrapped in silk.

Tonks was there suddenly, just... there, for seemingly no reason.

The baby was crying.

Tonks picked the child up, then promptly shoved it underneath the water. It couldn't breath.

As it weakly struggled against Tonks' grip, a maniacal grin formed across her face.

The baby was dead.

Harry bolted upright, panting. Ron was rubbing his back, softly humming to him.

"What was it? Quickly, before you forget."

"Tonks. She- she was drowning a baby. Something… something about Agamemnon and… a Tune." Harry finally thought to look around. It was very dark. He frowned. Looking over at Ron revealed his friend's tiredness.

"It's three in the morning, before you ask." Ron yawned out.

"Go back to sleep. I'm going to take a shower. I'm all sweaty." Ron laughed, softly muttering about having two girls as friends and not just one.

"WHAT?!" Angelina Johnson's voice crashed throughout the Great Hall. All noise stopped. The Professors shot disapproving looks down to her, McGonagall took points. But that didn't seem to faze her. She was out of her seat and in front of the Headmaster very quickly.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, HEADMASTER?" Her voice getting so high Angelina made a high pitched screech; Albus cringed

"You moved the matches. Gryffindor ALWAYS goes against Slytherin first. ALWAYS! You have Ravenclaw and Slytherin up for the first lineup! Headmaster, you wrote it wrong, right?" Angelina sounded so hopeful at that last note. 'He made a mistake, that's all. It happens. He's going to agree; we'll be up with Slytherin…'

"I'm afraid that I didn't make a mistake, dear. I did that on purpose. Thought it would remove some tension between your houses." Albus' twinkle was on full-force. He spoke kindly, as if to a much younger child, not a young adult.

Angelina blushed to her roots, before going furiously back to her seat.

Hermione looked at Ron in shock. The two of them turned to Harry, who had his head in his hands, muttering faintly so only the two of them could hear.

"That means Gryffindor doesn't go against Slytherin until after February. That sucks." He sounded annoyed to the untrained ear. But to the two of them, he sounded tired. Hermione turned to Ron questionably. He leaned towards her, lowering his voice.

"I'll tell you later, not now."

The common room stared. Jaws were on the floor, some people had fainted. The Gryffindor Quidditch team seemed caught between anger and bemusement. The Creevey brothers looked like Christmas had come early. They were all staring at Harry.

He was wearing a corset top, non attached sleeves, a skirt, stockings, and female platform boots. The whole outfit was alternately silver and green. The fact that Harry had no breasts to speak of, as he was male, didn't seem to hinder the outfit in any way. The skirt went down to his knees, where the stockings took over; the stockings with the Slytherin emblem on them.

"What?" Harry arched an eyebrow at everyone. An eruption of sound filled the cramped space.

"What are you wearing?"

"On my God, where did you get that?"

"Only the evil are in Slytherin! This is proof, he's wearing their colors!"

"Is that even in the dress code?"

"Can you see Professor Snape's face when he sees Potter in that?"

"Why the HELL are you wearing that?"

The last comment was made by the Weasley Twins in bemusement. Harry turned to look at them, grinning.

"I wanted to see if the Slytherin Team liked this outfit. So, I'll wear it today, then again for the first match." Harry's explanation caused silence, until Angelina exploded.

"YOU ARE A GRYFFINDOR! YOU SHOULD NOT ROOT FOR THE ENEMY!"

Harry blinked at her, all amusement gone in a flash.

"If they don't win this match, there is a chance they will never face us this year. I don't want that. Therefore, they HAVE to win this match, that way WE can wipe the floor with them. I won't have it any other way."

Angelina looked impressed.

Draco looked at the ceiling of his dorm. He could truly say he was a fool in his younger years. Looking back, he couldn't believe he was so stupid as to think of the Dark Lord as someone to look up to. The man was mad, a murderer, and had no idea what he was doing.

What had caused him to start thinking for himself? Who had caused him to rethink his ideals?

He first thought it was his father, Lucius Malfoy, figurehead of the Malfoy clan. The King of Deception some called him. He always thought his father was an avid Blood Supremacist. He thought his father would be proud of him if he was the same.

He was wrong.

His father did not believe in what Voldemort did. As a young adult, he had fallen for the lie that was Lord Voldemort's service, but he had soon discovered that what the Dark Lord was doing was madness and disgusting. But he was in too deep by then; he could not simply decide to leave. He believed in the old ways, as they are referred to now; he believed in separation. Yet he did not think muggleborns were below him; he sneered at them because of the image he had to keep up. Even after the war, he had to keep the mask on, to keep his family safe from those he had once called "comrades."

His father was a strong man, but he had not caused his change in thoughts. Even before his father told him about his life, something had changed. What was it?

Yes that must have been it.

It was his Mother.

More specifically, his mother's death.

His mother was a normal pureblood mother. She didn't raise him until he was over seven. Before that, it was all the house-elves' doing. Even then, all she did was shower him with material possessions.

Narcissa was selfish, she was vain, but she wasn't cruel or cold. She was his mother, and he loved her very much. She had always been the one to spoil Draco, tell him she loved him very much; she made him cocky, arrogant.

After Lord Voldemort came back, he was very angry at Draco's father. He was angry at everyone, really, but he expressed his anger for Lucius more then anyone else. He ordered one of his Death Eaters to do it: Narcissa was raped, placed under the Cruciatus Curse, and then killed.

Until Draco found out about that, he thought joining Lord Voldemort would be an honor, the "cool" thing to do. He actually thought he would have enjoyed killing innocent people. Often times, he'd imagine torturing and killing Hermione and other "mudbloods" like her.

He didn't know shit back then, and thinking of those times made him want to hurl. How he could have ever wanted to hurt Hermione was beyond his comprehension now. She was the sweetest, most compassionate, patient, real girl he'd ever met. He could see what Ron saw in her, and if he were straight, he might even be attracted to her himself.

"Hey, Draco, morning time. Food, class, all that good stuff." Blaise Zabini floated into his dorm. As a fifth year everyone got their own dorms down in the dungeons. Out of everyone in Slytherin, only two people were still classified as friends. Everyone else was silently plotting to kill him, he was sure. Severus and the looming threat of not only the Malfoy clan, but also the Ministry of Magic, was the only thing protecting him. For now.

Later on, he'd have to get charms on his door, make sure no one can just enter it. He'd have to think about how he was going to do that.

Coming into the Great Hall he was met with silence, which was just odd. Looking up he realized why it was so quiet.

Harry was calmly sitting at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast. Everyone was staring at him, for he was wearing not only female clothes, but Slytherin colors as well. Not only that, but Severus' face was pretty humorous: he looked like the apocalypse had been announced. Of course the other teachers looked either scandalized, slightly flustered, or… pissed off?

He looked again.

Professor Umbridge and her pet Auror Tonks, who was, of course, with the Order, both looked furious. The professor he could understand, his father did say the Ministry was buckling under Dark Order pressure, but Tonks… why was she so angry?

'Umbridge must have said something to her; that's probably why she's mad.'

Looking away from them back to Harry was a mistake. Harry had caught sight of him and was smiling at him, eyes sparkling with ill-concealed delight. Draco's breath caught in his chest.

"Oh, Merlin. Shit, Draco, he's… he's… great!" Blaise's voice seemed distant but seemed to make his feet move. Before he knew what was happening, he was in front of the Gryffindor table, across from Harry.

"So, do you like it?" Harry's voice wrapped around him, stole his thoughts, and left him grasping for words briefly.

"What possessed you to wear that?" He made sure to keep his voice teasing. Harry's smile never wavered.

"I made it for the Quidditch game. You like it, don't you?" A tilt of Harry's head exposed his neck and Draco found the words he was looking for to describe Harry.

Sexy. Hot. Provocative.

"You look fine. And… that could work really well as a distraction." Draco was beyond happy he hadn't blushed since he was twelve.

"See you in class, Draco." Harry left the hall, hips swaying making him look even more like a female from behind.

'And speaking of behinds… Damn.' Draco was sure his thoughts were mirrored by the rest of the Hall; strangely enough, the thought made him… jealous.

There was something else, something just in the back of his mind…

Harry leaned against a wall along the corridor leading to the History of Magic classroom, his first class of the day. Eyes closed, panting slightly, he let the smile creep onto his face. Draco didn't know it yet, but he was remembering things.

The smile faded.

No, that was bad. He didn't… he didn't want his Other to remember things. Memories would hurt him.

"I am selfish." His voice betrayed his broken thoughts. Ron and Hermione, who were with him silent until now, reached out to touch his shoulder.

"No you aren't." Two voices blending into one did not help Harry's mental state.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry slid to the floor gasping. There were too many memories in his head. "It hurts." He clutched at his head.

A tender kiss, comforting.

Hands followed by kisses, arching, eyes open and seeing nothing.

"I love you." Whispered into the air as a last breath is drawn.

The sun setting, descending into the sea. Flames lick the Heavens as a scream rips through the air. Pain, Desperation, Love, Hate, Sorrow… so much sorrow.

A teardrop falling into the abyss that is death.

Thanatos smoothing down a woman's hair, as she screamed out her loss, hurt, anger, hate, and sanity.

Ron's face loomed in, a worried expression causing his freckles to fade a tad.

"I'm okay now." Hermione grasped Harry's arms, hauling him up. He smoothed down his skirt aiming a smile at the two of them.

He was fine now.

Harry was going to die. He was sure of it. Why is it that every damn time he gets paired with Draco in Potions? Why? It was more tolerable when Draco had a strong dislike of him; at least then, Draco wasn't so close or comfortable around him.

Damn it, with his luck he was going to end up jumping Draco and getting expelled for indecency.

'He just brushed his hand against mine again…' A jolt of electricity accompanied this thought to Harry's brain. Potions was always torture for Harry, for most of the time he was paired with Draco. Back in the day, when Draco had immense dislike for him, the other boy was more aware of himself. He never touched Harry, never alternately stared at Harry for no reason out of the corner or his eyes, and never flipped his hair like that.

The disturbed air slammed into Harry's senses. Draco smelt good, not in an I'm-a-magical-creature-oh-Merlin-you're-my-mate way, but in a you-smell-too-good-to-be-real-damn-you way. Draco smelt like winter, rain, sweat, and chocolate.

And it was driving Harry mad.

"Class Dismissed."

Harry packed up, glided over to Ron and Hermione, and then glided out the door. Yes, Glided. He didn't walk; walking was too slow. He needed to get out of that classroom that second.

Ginny's mouth moved along Luna's collarbone, hands resting on the middle of Luna's back, holding her shirt on. Luna's hands rested on Ginny's shoulders, legs tangled with her girlfriend's.

It didn't occur to the two girls to be concerned that they skipped their first class to cuddle, nor did it concern them that they were in the Gryffindor common room, where anyone could see them if they came through the portrait door.

What did concern them was hearing Ron's loud, thundering voice suddenly.

"GINERVA WEASLEY! YOU ARE IN A COMMON ROOM! 30 POINTS FROM BOTH RAVENCLAW AND GRYFFINDOR FOR BORDERLINE PUBLIC INDECENCY! PUT. YOUR. GIRLFRIEND'S. SHIRT. BACK. ON!"

Ron's disapproving yell was followed by Hermione's This-is-so-widely-inappropriate-I-shouldn't-be-laughing laugh and Harry's girls-will-be-girls chuckle.

"I was holding her shirt on, Ronald!" Ginny glared up at her older brother while Luna calmly placed her shirt back upon her shoulders and buttoned it up.

"It's the principle of the notion, Ginny! If you are going to be intimate, please do it in your dorms. I can't handle seeing you two… I still see my little sister who is this big," Here Ron held his hands close together, to the size Ginny would have been as an infant.

"You weren't old enough to remember me being that little, you bloody retard!" And the two bickered back and forth playfully.

Harry laughed his head off as he went upstairs to the fifth year boys dorms. Hermione quickly swapped books before leaving for her class, telling Ron to be easy on his sister.

It wasn't long after the two had stopped bickering that Harry returned downstairs.

"We all need to talk." Luna and Ginny gave Harry their full attention. Ron yanked Harry down into his lap, earning an undignified yelp and a smack across the head.

"Ron, is there something you need to tell us about you and Harry's relationship?" Luna asked, while staring at Harry's hands, which were folded on his lap. Ron grinned at the blonde, while Harry gave her one of his sad smiles.

"We need to talk about Lavender Brown." Harry's voice took on its feminine tone, which meant he was pissed off about something.

"Isn't Big Brother dating her?" Ginny usually didn't call Ron "Big Brother," but did it when referring to his relationships. Somewhat like how the Twins called him "Ronkinns".

Harry gave off his creepy smile, which made the girls shrink away from him.

"Yes. That Lavender." Harry and Lavender had "issues" this year. Well, actually, it was every year it appeared. In Harry's Fourth year, she helped Rita Skeeter and the Slytherins in their "Humiliate-Harry" plan. In his Third year, she spread a few slanderous rumors about him around. In his Second year, she help endorse the idea that Harry was Slytherins heir, and in his First, she was just annoying.

But this year seemed to be the worst. Lavender and Ron had started to date, regardless of what she had said about Harry the first night he was at Hogwarts. Lavender didn't like Ron hanging out with Harry because of her "beliefs" and didn't like him hanging out with Hermione because she was another girl. She was hogging all of Ron's attention, and Harry didn't like that.

"Have you or Luna noticed anything odd about Lavender's behavior this year?" Harry addressed Ginny, who worried her bottom lip before answering. It did not escape Harry's, or Ron's, notice that Luna watched Ginny intently.

"She seems to be more set against you, but that's not really anything new. It just pisses me off. She never shuts up about it!" Ginny scowled, crossing her arms across her chest. Luna nodded along with Ginny's assessment; she hadn't noticed anything different.

"What's bothering you about her? And, please, say more then you're jealous." Harry shot Ron a disgruntled look.

"There's something different, something not quite right about her this year." He furrowed his brow. "She has a dark spot around her neck… right where the neck meets the body. It gets darker sometimes and I don't know what it is."

"Dark spot?" Ginny cuddled closer to Luna as she asked this question. Harry looked at the two of them for a long moment before speaking.

"You both know I have problems with my eyes, right?" The girls nodded, they knew this. The whole school knew, of course, that he wore glasses. But as always that wasn't the whole story. Ginny and Luna found out about Harry's eyes by accident.

Ginny and Luna were quietly spending their afternoon in the library, as they usually did. Even with two other schools at Hogwarts, the main library was still a fairly deserted space.

Luna's hair fell into her eyes. Ginny's hand twitched as if it wanted to touch Luna's hair, briefly Ginny wondered what Luna would do if Ginny let her hands do what they wanted. The innuendo of such a mental comment made Ginny blush.

Harry came around the corner then, looking slightly panicked.

"Oh, thank the heavens! Ginny, Luna, hide me, please! He's right behind me, please hide me!" Ginny, not really thinking, shoved him in between the wall and the table. She made herself ready for anything, and saw Luna tense in anticipation.

Needless to say, they were shocked when Cedric Diggory came around the corner. Upon seeing Ginny, the older boy smiled charmingly.

"Have you see Harry Potter?" Ginny, realizing that this was who Harry had been desperate to hide from, simply shook her head. The boy looked disappointed as he left.

Ginny turned to look at Harry, only then noticing that the boy had somehow lost his glasses and was hiding his eyes from the sunlight streaming in through a window. It was too much for the girl, who started laughing so hard her ribs hurt.

Luna seemed somewhat alarmed, getting out of her chair to pull the laughing girl to the ground underneath the table. It was a mistake to do so, as Ginny promptly fell over and all three heard the crunch of Harry's glasses, followed by Harry's groaning.

The sound made Ginny stop laughing almost immediately. But upon getting off the glasses, something struck Ginny as odd. The lenses were dark brown instead of clear; they almost looked like the lenses of muggle sunglasses. Looking at Harry to ask him a question about the glasses almost made her scream.

Harry's face looked like something out of a nightmare. His eyes were caked shut with blood running in small tear shaped tracks. It looked as if he were crying blood. The initial shock of seeing him in such a state wore off and she found her voice.

"Harry… what?" Luna had moved more under the table, seemingly ignoring the two of them in favor of the bottom of the table they were under.

"Move a bit more under the table, at least so I'm out of the sunlight. You don't want to see my eyes when they are exposed to sunlight without my glasses." Ginny did as she was told in silence.

Once under the table, Harry grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Upon finishing, he opened his eyes to look at the two girls. The green was bleeding out into the white of his eyes. His pupils were different too, almost like a cat, but not quite long enough.

"My eyes aren't like yours." Ginny had never heard a bigger understatement. "My glasses are not normal glasses. I put a spell on them to block out the sun and subsequently make them into muggle sunglasses. As you saw earlier, my eyes bleed when exposed to the sun. It doesn't hurt or anything, but it is a very… unsettling visual, you know?"

Luna seemed to tune in then, holding out a string with nothing on it for Harry to look at. He stared at it for a long time, before looking to Luna.

"When you want to speak, you will have to tell me where you got that." He looked at Ginny. "To answer your question, no, that isn't the only thing different about my eyes: I can see magic for one. But don't go spreading that around all right?" Ginny and Luna nodded with enthusiasm.

"Pinky promise?" He held up both of his pinky fingers.

So, there was something the matter with Lavender Brown; something Harry could see.

"This dark spot is almost like seeing hate." Harry spoke softly, eyes gazing at something only he could see. "It waxes and wanes. Sometimes, it is almost like a horrid stench, and then the stench seems to fade. When the dark spot gets dark, it almost looks like a symbol of some sort, but most of the time her clothes cover it when I try to make it out. It is very frustrating." That caught Luna's attention.

"Do you think she's a Death Eater?" Everyone looked at her in shock, even Harry looked surprised.

"No. The Dark Mark actually isn't seen with the symbol; it's seen as an ever present abyss. I can't even see a Death Eater's arm that has the Dark Mark on it." Luna sighed. "It was a good suggestion though." Harry added, looking at Luna.

"Would it help if you could see her in one place with her shirt off?" Ginny asked, finger resting on her lips.

"Yes, actually… And how do you plan on accomplishing that, Ginny dear?"

Ginny looked at Luna, before promptly dragging her up to the girls dorms, calling out to the two remaining boys.

"I'll have a plan by dinner!"

He was lucky Divination was a crap class. It gave him more time to help Ron in learning useful things.

Currently they were finishing Danish. With this language, Ron would not only be caught up with Harry and Hermione, who learned faster then he did, but would also know twelve different languages. It was not a feat many could brag about.

A dramatic gasp from their professor drew a sigh from Harry and a quiet chuckle from Ron.

"Mr. Potter… oh, I'm so sorry… you… you poor child! You will die, tonight. A bad case of indigestion. Oh, so sorry." Harry could feel his eye twitching. Then an idea struck.

"Professor, I have two questions, real quick, and then you can get back to your class. What will the weather be like tonight and will my outfit get me into trouble?" Ron couldn't hold it in any longer and just started laughing. Several other people did as well, most others were floored that Harry had said something so suggestive.

Needless to say, fifty points were docked from Gryffindor for indecency and crudeness.

Harry's eyes hurt. Why, oh why, was this woman so fond of pink?! And Tonks' hair. Harry couldn't tell if it was normal pink or neon magenta.

"You won't need your wands, books out please." Professor Umbridge said. The mixed class of Slytherins and Gryffindors exchanged glances. Those words were never good in a Defense classroom.

By the time Harry was in McGonagall's Office holding a biscuit, he wasn't sure who he was more annoyed at: himself for losing his patience, or Tonks for smirking the whole damn time that toad of a woman showed her real reason for being at Hogwarts.