P.O.V of Blaise Zabini

Why was life so hard for him? That was the question that he had asked himself Every... Single...Day ever since his second year at Hogwarts. The reason behind his train of thoughts was in the form of one Harry James Potter, the bane yet the piece of Blaise's life that was just begging to be reconnected to him. He had been admiring the Potter heir throughout the entire school year but never once making a move. He would rather admire from afar until Harry -he had stopped calling him Potter since third year- learned to stand up for himself. He did not want to be with someone that blindly follows others and not once think about living his own life in the process, it just won't work out.

Blaise had already arrived in the Great Hall and had took his usual seat next to Draco, who was busy making doe eyes over at the Ravenclaw table and at one particular Raven who Blaise generally accepted as the boy came from a prominent family; He thought that Draco had good taste. Harry on the other hand could be very beautiful if he put more effort in his looks as he wore rags and had those hideous glasses. Blaise would see some scars once in a while and he thought that even those could be removed and also the boy needed to gain some more weight because he was all skin and bones.

Even with all Harry's imperfections, Blaise still fell helplessly in love with him by the dominating aura he had always excluded. Even though he never realized that he had that kind of aura around him, people listened to him because of that aura even though they never realized that to be the reason why they all followed him around and did whatever he asked of them. He really hoped that Harry would become aware of how much his life was being manipulated.

Everyone in Slytherin could see that Harry was being manipulated, they just didn't want to say anything because one: Dumbledore is the Headmaster and Two: Dumbledore is the Headmaster. The old man would get rid of them faster than they could owl a letter to their parents. The old man knew that they were Dark and therefore came from Dark families who followed The Dark Lord, his family not included as they would forever remain Neutral.

Blaise began shivering slightly when he felt a large amount of wild and angry Magic heading towards the Great Hall; He already knew that it was Harry because his Magic yearned to be intertwined with the other boy's, so every time Harry was within distance, his Magic would begin to stir excitedly beneath his skin. He already knew the reason for that but he would leave that piece of information alone until the time comes for it to be revealed.

He moaned slightly when the doors to the Great Hall was thrust open with a bang and he got a view of one Harry James Potter, his Magic cackling wildly around him and sweetly caressing Blaise's own Magic while it's owner was stalking towards the Staff table while glaring at Dumbledore. He watched in excitement, maybe Harry finally realized that Dumbledore isn't what he appeared to be. He was inwardly squealing in delight at what could happen once Harry gains control of his life.

Harry's Magic knew who he was in the sense that Their fates should become intertwined with each other and Blaise inwardly vibrated at that. Pretty soon, he would enter this picture

End of Blaise's P.O.V

Harry watched the calm expression on Dumbledore with a mixture of hate and killing intent, yeah, that's how much he now hated the old man; He glared at Snape when the man scowled at him and was about to stand up before he saw the look on Harry's face which caused him to plop down back in his chair with curiosity seen on his face.

When Harry reached the staff table in front of Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall stood him, all the while looking at him sternly. "Mr. Potter, I do not tolerate your un-" she immediately got cut off when Harry turned towards her and his Magic enveloped her, causing her to try and catch her breath.

"Professor McGonagall, I could ignore the way that you're always treated me because of Dumbledore's orders but frankly, its none of your concern so you would do well to keep your nose out of my business seeing as that's all you've been doing. I sincerely beg you not to start now."

So, he didn't know where all that malice came from but he would blame it on the fact that his Magic saw her as a threat to his mission and is therefore dealing with her accordingly. He would rather trust his Magic above anything else because it was the only thing that has kept him alive this entire time. If his Magic lashed out like that then he would trust it completely. After all, he had read somewhere that Magic was a living entity and can therefore be referred as sentient.

He then turned back to Dumbledore to see that thrice damned twinkle in his eyes and he could even see a little bit of suspicion hidden really well beneath the facade. Harry narrowed his eyes at the man and the suspicion grew even more.

"Harry, my boy. What brings you here?" the man asked jovially, all the while smiling at the glare Harry sent his way.

"Its Mr. Potter to you. I just came here to set one thing straight Headmaster. I will be leaving Hogwarts until I get all my business in order, you could expel me for all I care as there are much better schools around and I advise you to keep my business out of your list of ways to screw me over. You should really tell your pet Mud-blood to stop making your association with her that obvious. Since that is all, I am leaving right now," he stated before disappearing with a 'crack', leaving an angry looking Dumbledore behind along with the flabbergasted students and Professors.

Now that was too damn weird. Harry had only spoken the first sentence before he felt his body being taken over by something that he strangely felt calm with. He seriously didn't know how he had just apparated but he didn't feel alarmed by it, he felt like what had just happened was normal.

He never really thought that Hermione was spying on him by Dumbledore until he saw past memories floating in front of his eyes with him being too unobservant to notice such small details. He could see the contempt that the girl held for him and he briefly wondered how he had never noticed it before. Maybe he was just that oblivious to everything going on around him until it slapped him in the face, he had never thought that he would ever be using the word Mud-blood, but he or something had.

He just shrugged and stopped worrying about the matter. If his Magic didn't find it alarming then he would put his trust in it. He finally zoned into where he ended up and was surprised that he was in Diagon Alley. What on earth was he doing here and where on earth was he going to go?!

Before he could register anything, he feet began moving towards the imposing white building of Gringotts and he just took a backseat in his own mind. Well, its nothing to be alarmed about if his Magic didn't seem to think it was out of the ordinary. It was alarming how calm he was with everything going on, but then again, thus was the life of Harry James Potter.

Next step was seeing what mischief has been going on under Dumbledore's 'caring' watch.

He had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to like the results but it was about time that he stopped hiding from his problems and face them head on.