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Chapter 6:Court of Slytherin

Harry met Theo in the great hall after Christmas break.

"Hi Harry, good holiday?" Theo asked, and Harry nodded.

"Yours?"

"Quite good, though I couldn't think of a way to tell my grandfather about you, as he hates half-bloods," Theo said, looking disgusted at the mention of his grandfather's opinion. Theo saw Marcus Belby walk up to him, and he wondered why he wasn't surprised at it.

"Can I sit here?" Marcus asked, and Theo thought he could hear the unspoken 'my lord'.

"Of course, Marcus," Harry said, and Marcus glowed at being addressed by his first name, and Theo thought if he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. Although he wasn't surprised at Marcus, he was confused. Marcus considered anyone that was not pure blood at least ten generations in to be scum, and Harry was half blood. He was sure it had nothing to do with Harry being the boy who lived, either, as Theo saw the dirty looks Harry got towards the start of the year by him, and was considering attacking him to protect Harry.

All of this changed, after about a month of school, when him and five others ended up in the hospital wing. Theo wasn't there, but he suspected it had something to do with Harry, not that he dared to ask.

Theo looked across the table, and chuckled.

"What is it?" Marcus asked, looking at Theo.

"Just the fact the other students are giving you the look they gave me when I first approached Harry. They look like lost puppies," Theo laughed.

"Well I'm just glad they haven't worked out our plans," Harry said, the others looking at him curiously.

"What plans?" they both asked.

"I need to know you're trustworthy," Harry said, and they both looked directly at him to let him go into their minds.

After Harry stopped using legilemency, he used silencing spells and said, "I think I should become the next dark lord, can you imagine me, ruling the world, my loyal followers helping me keep control?" Marcus and Theo thought about it, and nodded eagerly.

"Yes, that would be amazing, though, if you agree, and only if you agree, we should call you Harry in public for now, so no one catches on to us," Marcus said.

"Yes, only call me Harry unless we are on a mission or we go public."

The rest of dinner went by quickly, the three talking about their lessons and Theo letting them know he doesn't really understand the Runes stuff they were talking about, and Marcus offered to teach him. Theo smiled and nodded at that, and both of the boys were really pleased. They felt like if Harry liked an idea, it must be an amazing idea that would work well. They didn't know why they felt like making Harry pleased all the time, but they did.

That night when Theo was in bed, he couldn't help but smile. When he got on the Hogwarts express the first time, he though everyone would torment him, and never even considered he would love to go back after the holidays. -

A week after the Christmas holidays ended, Harry and Theo found themselves in the library, and they heard footsteps behind them. He knew it wasn't Marcus, who had left a minute ago with some sixth years to finish some Transfiguration homework due the next day. He was curious to see who it was, nobody else ever disturbed them, not even the people that called him a traitor and dark wizard on a daily basis.

He looked up from his book and turned around, he saw a group of Slytherins come up to their table. They all seemed to be first years, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson, if he wasn't mistaken. It appeared Draco was the leader of the group, which didn't surprise Harry as all of the first years had rallied around him since day one. From what he saw, it had nothing to do with his actual skill or personality, and more based on the fact he was a Malfoy. He hoped they weren't there to cause trouble, he didn't feel like going to Azkaban for killing and torturing some brats.

They stopped in front of their table and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Do you mind if we sit here?" Draco asked, in what Harry supposed Draco thought was a confident voice, though Harry realised his voice faltered and he looked a lot less than confident, if you looked closely you could see the fear in his eyes.

Harry hesitated, he had been expecting that the younger Slytherins would probably approach him, but he decided at the time it happened he would find out what they wanted, before doing anything whatsoever.

Anyway, Harry nodded, he thought he would find out if they were useful and if they weren't kick them out of his group.

They all seemed to relax a bit and went to the vacant chairs. Not wanting to make the situation any more uncomfortable than it already was, Harry turned to them.

"I'm surprised to see you without your bodyguards Malfoy, you're always with them unless you're in the common room."

Malfoy blushed a little, and Harry found it hard to contain a chuckle. He was expecting the Malfoy heir to have a better mask. Well, that was a lie, he had seen him approach and bully students. He was more of a Gryffindor than a Slytherin, but maybe he just needed to get smart enough to avoid that.

Maybe he would get Theo to tell him that one day, yes, if Malfoy didn't join him and prove himself he would do that when he gets bored.

"Well, the library isn't really the place for them..."

That didn't really surprise Harry. From what he knew, Crabbe and Goyle were good for nothing, except brute strength. They had potential, but they were content with being mindless slaves of anyone with a good name. They were among the top five people Harry would never spend time with.

"Doesn't really surprise me," Harry said in an innocent tone, and Theo chuckled. Harry was still looking at Malfoy so didn't miss the judging look he gave Theo.

"Stop," Harry said in an ice cold voice. Everybody stared at him except Theo, who cast a few privacy charms not wanting any one other than those intended to, to see his mask. It was a shame that Marcus wasn't there, he would have loved to see this.

The four Slytherins looked confused, though they didn't say anything. Theo didn't blame them, if Harry had spoken to them in that tone he would have done anything he asked, mainly because he would be happy he was alive.

"Lets get this straight," Harry said, in an ice cold voice, looking at Malfoy. The others relaxed when they realised that they hadn't done anything to upset Harry. "You mean nothing to me. Nothing. The fact that I keep you here and tolerate you is because you might prove to be useful in the future. The fact that you are a pureblood, and the fact you are a Malfoy, don't affect anything. You are testing me, you spoilt little brat, and you are testing my patience.

The thing you saw me do with Marcus was when I was slightly annoyed. You are on your way to making me angry."

Theo hadn't noticed the way Malfoy had been looking at him, but the fact that Harry cared made him smile crazily. He hadn't actually expected Harry to care, he knew that the only reason Harry started to talk to him was because he may be useful, but he didn't hold that against him. The fact that Harry actually saw Theo the same way Theo saw him, made him smile. Harry thought of Theo as a friend, and that above all else was what Theo wanted.

"Your blood and money means nothing. Prove your value, prove your use, and then, and only then, will you be more than a piece of dirt.

This goes to all of you!"

Getting protective of Theo wasn't part of the plan. But he couldn't help it, Theo was the first. He didn't know what the first of, certainly not first friend yet, but the first.

He didn't know if he had made the right choice dealing with Malfoy, but he couldn't change anything now. Malfoy didn't yet prove to be useful to Harry, he wasn't even good in classes. It wasn't that he was weak or stupid, he simply didn't try enough. If he started trying and improved, Harry would approve of him and let him hang around with Harry, helping with their plans.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Daphne ad Pansy share a look, and Harry rolled his eyes. They both had their whole lives planned out for them, they were expected to meet a wizard who was at least five generations in pureblood, they had to be rich, marry the person they found, be a good housewife whilst making the family richer. They were eleven, how could they be happy with such lives. Harry was more than gad to see the two come up with a lame excuse about detention and leave.

"I-I'm sorry," Draco whispered, catching Harry off guard. He looked into Draco's eyes, and saw he was being sincere.

"I..." Draco was struggling for words. "I am a pure-blooded Malfoy, I realise that means nothing, though it will take getting used to. It's just my father raised me telling me that as a Malfoy everyone would do as I say, I was raised to hate mud- first generation witches." Harry softened.

"I didn't say you can't get what you want," Harry said calmly, "I just said you need to work harder, study more, push yourself to your limits and even further. I know you could be useful to me, if you train more and make sure to get good grades, especially when we are doing practical work in class."

Draco and Blaise nodded, and Draco immediately pulled out the potions essay they got that day, and Blaise was writing up his definition of switching spells for transfiguration. Harry and Theo shared a look and nodded, before Theo going back to his runes practise (he was trying to learn so he could talk about it with Harry), whilst Harry read a book explaining why divination does not work, he brought it at Borgin and Burkes.

Snape noticed, the next morning, that something in Slytherin house had changed. Well, he thought, even someone as observant as a cockroach could see something with them change, though he doubted many could work out what it meant.

The Slytherins were making a statement.

Closest to the staff table were all of the first years, after them were the second years, followed by the third years, followed by the fourth years, then a gap. After the gap, was Harry Potter, in the middle of the table leaning his back against the wall and observing everyone. On his right was Theo, his left Marcus, opposite Theo was Draco and opposite Marcus was Blaise. There was a gap left for Harry to see the room. After them was another one chair wide gap, then the fifth years, sixth years, and seventh years.

The Slytherins had established their court

Severus looked to his left and saw every professor gaping at the Slytherin table, though only he knew what it was.

Normally, the Slytherin hierarchy would be fought over the fifth, sixth and seventh year and be held for one, two years at max.

But it was very rare that the Slytherins established a full court, with a king and everything.

Severus was worried though. All members of the last Slytherin court were the first inner circle death eaters after all.

Marcus was quite proud of himself. He would never have thought he would be a part of a Slytherin Court, and it was all because of the boy sitting next to him, and himself for thinking of the idea.

As soon as Theo had told him about the library, he thought about the court. Harry had already achieved the first two steps and he thought it would be easy for Harry to achieve the last one.

The first step was Marcus, you need to make the person that was previously in charge to submit to you, which he gladly did. The second step was Malfoy, you need to have someone with equal wealth and political power submit to your rule. The third step was making three people from each year in your house respect you. They didn't have to agree with your beliefs, just respect your power.

When Marcus came up to Harry with the idea, Harry thought about it for a minute, nodded, and started to speak.

"Find out if it's possible by tomorrow morning. If it isn't possible yet you will not be punished, but you will be tasked of finding another way for making them submit and follow my rules."
Marcus immediately began asking people if they respect Harry, the first, second, third, and fourth years were confused by the question, but the fifth, sixth, and seventh years knew, and their respect for Harry grew even more.

By the end of the evening, Marcus could go up to Harry.

They had a court.

The best part for Marcus, was when Harry turned and said, "Well done Marcus, I'm impressed."

Harry immediately gathered the Slytherins and told them the three rules they had so far.

Rule number one was don't say the word mud blood outside the common room, and only say it inside if Harry and his court and there at the time.

Rule number two was if you bully students, then wear another houses' robes and cast a glamour charm on your face.

The third rule, pick one person from each year. Only that person is aloud to talk to Harry's court and him, and even then only for emergencies.

The end of the year was coming up, and Harry didn't know what to feel.

On one hand, he might be spending most of the holiday with Draco, and will be able to think of plans for Hogwarts.

On the other hand, he would have to go back to the orphanage for the first two weeks of the holiday.

For the exams his court did well, Harry doing the best in everything and his court always fighting for second third and fourth.

Occasionally, a Gryffindor named Hermione Granger would get fourth, but mostly she got fifth and Harry's court beat her.

It really was a successful year.

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