Harry Potter the Slytherins' Assassin

by SolemnXAngel

ON HIATUS! Harry, taken in by assassins at age8, is given a new perspective, therefore emerging a new Harry. Rated M, HP/DM slash! full summary inside! strong Harry! starts in first year R&R ON HIATUS! - due to rewrite and laptop crashes.

7. Chapter 7

Started on June 18, 2008.
Story by: SolemnxAngel
Rated M for future chapters
Summary: Harry, runs away from home when younger, and is raised to be an assassin and when he is finally found by Dumbledore, a new Harry is emerged. Warning: there is abuse and some strict content in this story, not to mention it will be a SLASH fic. Don't like, don't read!

Pairings (known): HP/DM, RW/HG, LL/GW, RL/SB/SS, NL/PP, BZ/TN

Story starts from Year One and will work its way from there. It will have some similarities to the original Harry Potter series, but trust me when I say, that this will be nothing like the series! Harry gets sorted into Slytherin.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NOR WILL I EVER! THIS FANFICTION IS NOTHING MORE THAN THAT, AND MY MERE IMAGINATION BASED ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK!

Harry Potter – the Slytherins' Assassin

The next couple of weeks went horribly. They couldn't see eye to eye on several things, and their friends kept making nasty comments to one another. Thankfully, after the first three times, they realized to keep the comment making until after when they were away from Harry and Draco. "This sucks so bad Draco!" The blonde nodded in agreement. Their friends decided to stop showing up as of today, via owl. "They broke up with us," Harry pouted. Draco snorted and poured himself a glass of juice. "Would you like some Harry?" Harry, knowing that Draco really didn't want to pour him a glass, declined, "Nah, I can get it myself." Draco nodded but poured Harry a glass anyway. "How's your head feeling, Scarhead?"

Harry smiled, "It's getting better. I just want to know why it has been acting up as of late. Like, it gets so intense in DADA and when we are eating in the Great Hall." Draco nodded as he listened, "Have you talked to Dumbledore yet?" Harry shook his head, "No." Draco growled, "Why the hell not?" Harry glared, "What the hell do you care?"

"Oh, well the fact that sometimes you start screaming in the night because the pain is just so unbearable… you know that scar isn't only affecting you. It interferes with my life too!" Harry growled in frustration, "I don't give a flying fuck!" Draco scoffed, "You're so barbaric." A pillow hit Draco square in the face, and they starting throwing it back and forth at one another. A little while ago they found out that they could call each other names if there was no hate behind it, and they also found out that they could throw items at each other when mad… as long as though items didn't hurt the other. For instance, the pillow.

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Holiday came not soon enough. Draco was fed up with being woken in the middle of the night by the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-See-the-Nurse. He was also fed up with his friends not coming around to see him. The only upside to that was telling Harry his friends couldn't come over because his own friends wouldn't. No inane Gryffindors to deal with meant pure bliss. Sort of.

Harry missed his mom and dad and uncles. So going back for break meant everything to him. Also, he'd get a break from headaches – hopefully. It was hard to say. But he narrowed down the headaches to two professors; Professor Snape and Professor Quirrel. Every time he was around one or the both of them his scar would burn. But, Professor Quirrel acted weirder than Snape. So maybe his scar has something to do with his scar? Harry shook his head. It was absurd. He had this scar longer than he knew the two of them, so how could they possibly be related?

Harry thought that his whole thought process was laughable. Harry twitched, Draco was right behind him. His mind screamed, 'TOO CLOSE!' "Draco, can you please get away from me. You're making me uncomfortable." Draco laughed, "Whatever. But I can't wait to go home. I'll be rid of you for a little while." Harry nodded, "Likewise."

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"Welcome home E!" Uncle Red picked Harry up and swung him around. Harry didn't care that the cold was biting his nose. He was home! Shooter was the next one to pick up at Harry, "Hey son! Staying out of trouble right?" Harry looked down sheepishly, a smile small on his face, "Yes Dad." Tanner kissed Harry's cheek, "That's good. Otherwise I'd have to throw out your dinner and replace it with cheese…" Tanner mock sighed. Harry laughed. His green eyes sparkled in the light, and small dimples appeared. He was down-right adorable to them. And he knew it. He let out another dazzling smile, "Let me go put my stuff away." He gave his parents one last peck on the cheek and then hugged his two uncles one more time before dragging his trunk away. His owl wasn't in her cage, but Hedwig had rather flew home. She was so feisty.

Harry saw the sleeping shack a breathed a sigh of relief. He missed being home. He changed into some warmer 'muggle' clothes before running out. "Mom, food smells so good!" He sat down in the eating shack in his father's lap. Uncle Sky sat directly across from them and laughed, "E, I think you've been away from wearing our clothes for too long." He pointed and to Harry's embarrassment, he put his shirt on not only backwards, but inside out. "Uh-oh! Oops! I guess I need to go fix that, don't I?" Harry ran out and quickly fixed the problem and then ran back to the eating shack. "Okay, anything else wrong with me?" When no one else said anything, he went back to his comfy place – his father's lap.

Tanner laughed, "Here you go baby doll." Harry's face scrunched up, "Baby doll?" Tanner winked. "E is much better than Baby doll. So no Baby doll please." Tanner cackled, "Dad is something wrong with Mom? She's acting right mad." Tanner's laughing got louder after that. Shooter stage-whispered in Harry's ear, "She didn't take her medication today." Tanner glared but Harry didn't realize he was joking, "Mom's on medication?"

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Harry woke up the next morning, pain free. "Yes…"

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Shooter put on a long-sleeved shirt before covering it with a long, tight, black sweatshirt. Then he put on some black pants, a studded belt, some dangling chains, and cologne. He was the last adult up, second to last save for Harry. He turned around sharply when he heard a low 'yes'. "E? You up?" Harry slowly sat up and yawned, "Yeah." Harry reached for his glasses and put them on. "Going somewhere?"

Shooter shook his head, "No. It's just that I want to look good today, it is Christmas after all." Harry narrowed his eyes. "What's going on today? I know presents, but what are you all giddy about?" Shooter dramatically looked around before hopping over to Harry's bed. He then knelt down and whispered in his son's ear. "I talked to your Uncle Red… and he said it was okay." Harry looked at his dad in confusion, "What are you talking about?" Shooter sighed and pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it. Harry gasped, "No way!" Shooter gave a toothy grin, "Yes way."

Shooter quickly put the ring back in his pocket. "Now, be quiet about it. Tanner has no clue about anything. Oh, and hurry up and get dressed. Time to eat breakfast so we can get the day going." He helped his son pick out something good to wear. "God, E, you're muscles got bigger. And here I was worried you'd be slacking off!" Harry blushed, "Well Quidditch is a good sport. And Draco and I have had detentions for Professor Snape and he's been mulling us," Harry silently corrected that to himself, "around."

Shooter laughed, "Well, that's good. Now hurry up!! I want to get this day going." Shooter picked up Harry and kissed his cheek.

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Harry opened up his presents. He received a new pair of pants that were black with his signature mark from his Uncle Red. A new guitar was given to him from his Uncle Sky. Tanner said that she was not only going to redo his hair for him, but also give him a tattoo. Harry was so happy. He knew exactly what he wanted and where. His father got him a new gun. Harry was so excited. But, to his disappointment, he'd have to keep it at the shacks. This gun was the same thing he had. But it was another one because the standard was to have at least two.

Shooter smiled, "The presents aren't over yet. There is still one more." Everyone smiled, except for Tanner who was sitting right by the mini-tree. "I don't see any others." She bent down and that is when Shooter tapped her shoulder and held out this dazzling white-gold diamond ring. On both sides of the diamond, two tiny sapphires sat. "What's this?" Red laughed at the shocked look on his sister's face when Shooter knelt down. "Marry me?" Tanner looked at her brother who smiled. She then looked back at her secret love, "Yeah."

Harry laughed loudly when his mom and dad kissed. "I guess it will be a summer wedding? Or a winter one?"

Tanner and Shooter looked at their son, "We aren't sure yet. We just got engaged." Tanner smiled big. Red caught a picture of Shooter and Tanner together before telling Harry to get in. "Now I want a big family smile!" Harry didn't have to be told to smile. If he wasn't happy before, he really was now. He had a family before, but now he really was going to have one. It would be complete when they officially tied the knot.

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"So what would you like as your tattoo?" Tanner smiled warmly at her son. Harry smiled back as he played nervously with his hands, "I was hoping I could do something on my back. And it is gonna be huge. Um, I want an angel face with a halo… but I want the halo to be made out of the names of my family… Mom, Dad, Uncle Sky, Uncle Red, and um… I was wondering if we could wait though for my tattoo… I forgot to ask Dumbledore about the rest of my family…" Harry looked down. Tanner frowned, "E, you don't need to be nervous. How about I do the angel's face first and we will add the halo later?"

Harry looked up, "Really Mom?" Tanner gave her silly son a warm smiled, "Of course E! They are your family too, and it is very good of you to want to remember them like that. Family is very important, and the fact that you cherish it like you do, shows how selfless you are. You're thinking of the original people who created you and who had the first pleasure of knowing you. So of course we'll wait. Just, don't be nervous about it." She placed a small kiss onto his temple, "So tell me how you want this angel face to look?"

Harry smiled, "I drew a picture one night when I couldn't sleep. I kept having dreams of this face. She looked so sad, but she was beautiful Mom! So I just had to draw her. And I did." Harry laughed as he pulled out a folded piece of paper.

The face was really angelic. Beautiful pale skin, slight freckles, flowing auburn hair, and what really stood out, were her bright and brilliant green eyes.

"She's down right gorgeous. Okay, well, take off your shirt so I can do this for you!"

Several hours later, Harry was looking at his back through two mirrors and admired his mother's work. "Perfect Mom! And you left a good amount of space on top!" He hugged her and then smirked, "Now we are off to do my hair, I hope." Tanner shoved Harry slightly and nodded, "Yep."

"So what are we going to do to your hair this time, E?" Tanner had the scissors and shaver along with various dyes. Harry put a finger to his mouth, "I want to keep my current hair style. Just trim it a bit. Like shave the back again, re-cut the shorter hairs back into place. And then I want you to just slightly trim the longer bangs. I think I like this new length of them." Tanner sighed and did as she was asked and then in fifteen minutes she brushed her work, "As for the coloring?"

Harry took in a deep breath, "I want to color the rest of this pink." Tanner, who had been holding a brush, dropped it, "Pink?" Harry looked up in alarm, "If you don't think pink is good is a good idea, then we don't have to have it. I could just decide for blonde and then put in some type of streak…" Tanner laughed, "It's your hair! I'm just saying that pink has taken me by surprise." Harry blushed, "Maybe We can do green and pink?" Tanner thought this really odd, but decided to not voice her comments, "Okay, but where do you want what?"

"I want my whole head green with one, fat pink streak on my larger bang. In the middle if you will." Harry smiled sheepishly. The hoop in his lip became his object of fascination. Tanner had, luckily, green and pink dye on her so she could do all of this at home. "Okay E Bolt, this will take about one in a half to two hours." Harry smiled and let his mother do as he wanted.

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"Try to stay out of trouble this term!" Uncle Red kissed Harry's pink stripe. "Mom and Dad say they are sorry they couldn't make it. They had a mission to go on last minute, you know. Staying out of trouble was their message as well as that they love you." Uncle Sky kissed Harry too, "Rock up a storm. And once again, your hair is kick ass."

Harry smiled, "I love you both! Tell Mom and Dad I love them too. See you when school ends!" Harry walked onto the train and found an empty compartment. He immediately started to strike chords on his new guitar after he took it out. He was playing hard and loud that he didn't hear the compartment door open.

So when a drawling voice told him to stop playing, he jumped, "Holy shit Malfoy! What the hell? Playing stalker?" Malfoy glared, "Well I was going to tell you that your guitar playing sounded good, but now I'm going to tell you that you're a fucking prick."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Such grown-up words coming from an eleven year old." Harry looked back down to his guitar and continued to play, ignoring Malfoy all the way to the school.

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Six weeks had passed by and things were boring as ever. He had a lot of compliments on his hair, however. It made his day every time someone told him he looked good. He was getting more compliments than Draco was.

"So I was thinking that maybe we should try inviting all our friends over. But, to be fair, we'll stay on separate sides of the room. I know we've tried this before, but since we won't be talking to each other, your friends and mine should know by now not to bad-mouth the other. Nothing should be able to go wrong then."

Draco calmly stood up and poured himself a glass of juice. "I think that could work."

Harry smiled, "Okay then. So, how about we go up to Gryffindor Tower first and get Hermione and Ron, and then we get your friends?"

Draco scowled, "Why do we get your friends first?"

"Because what is the point of making your friends leave the dungeon to go get people they despise only for them to come back down to the dungeons?" Harry was a little on edge. Seriously, couldn't the dumb blonde see any logic?

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Their plan had worked out and for the past week, things had gone pretty smooth. Only once was there an incident, but the room didn't react because it wasn't anything major. Pansy had slipped and said mudblood, but since she had quickly apologized, she got away with it.

Harry, throughout school, wasn't having that much of a great time. The only time he found solace for his headaches was when he was away from Snape and Quirrel.

It was currently eleven weeks, or rather close to four months, since winter break. Harry and Draco had a free period, and Draco wanted to see Professor Snape about getting some extra lessons. Harry, since he had to stay with Draco on free time, would have to get these extra lessons as well. Openly, he detested the idea, but inwardly, he was thanking everyone out there. His grades weren't up to par with everyone else.

"Hurry up Potter!" Harry glared, "I'm going just as fast as you are…" Harry shook his head and, to aggravate Draco, knocked on the door first. "Come in." Harry's scar burned, but he hid it behind a doctored mask. Professor Quirrel was standing in front of Professor Snape's desk. Both looked a little disgruntled. "Malfoy… Potter. What do I owe this visit?"

"Sir," Draco's collected voice spoke, "I have come here, as well as my unfitting counter-part, to request some potions help." Snape eyed the two before turning to Quirrel, "Leave." Quirrel shakily nodded and as he was heading out, "Nice day to you Mr. Malfoy and, Mr. Harry Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes behind Quirrel's back, but instantly regretted it. His scar seared in pain once more but left him once Quirrel was gone. Something must have shown on his face because Snape retorted, "Something wrong Mr. Celebrity?" Draco, however, wasn't adding anything except, "He's been getting pains in his scar and head lately. It had been going on last term too. Idiot has yet to tell anyone."

Snape stood up and walked to Harry, "Do you have a death wish Potter?" Harry gasped out, "No Sir, but Death has a wish for me." Snape glared and pulled out a potion, "Take this. If it doesn't work, tell me." Then he turned around and sat behind his desk once more. "Come to me every Saturday night at eight sharp. Dismissed."

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Harry sighed. Things really sucked. He was seeing more and more of Professor Quirrel and he finally realized that maybe, a really strong maybe – close to 95 maybe, Professor Quirrel and his scar were somehow related. Far stretch right? Wrong. It always hurt whenever Quirrel, and Quirrel alone, was around. Harry strummed more chords and hummed. I really hope that this is all a coincidence's coincidence. Because this shit has been happening around only him for way too long for any natural occurrence. This is something that in training I was taught. If something seems to be going too well, then there is a highly good chance you were found out and it is time to abort mission. With this case however, I don't know where to turn to. I should probably tell my head of house, or Dumbledore at least. Harry gently placed his guitar down and looked over at Draco.

"Draco, I need to go see Professor Snape." Draco looked up from his bed, "Oh, Potter? What for?" Harry glared, "That is none of your damn business."

"Then I guess it is nothing. Nah, it can wait until tomorrow." Draco looked at his nails, being the pompous asshole that he really was. Harry looked down, angrily, "Fine. If you must know, I am thinking about talking to Professor Snape about my headaches. There is just too much coincidence going on with my scar and Professor Quirrel." Draco looked up, "About damn time. So what the hell are you waiting for then? Get your fag ass up already."

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Severus looked up from the papers he was grading. It was only an hour away from curfew and one of the brats just had to ruin his schedule. And of course, it was Potter. He sneered, "What do you want?"

Harry looked at him and then looked around, "I need to talk to you about something." Snape glared, "Surely you could just tell me here and get it over with?" Harry shook his head. His scar was starting to tingle and he knew Quirrel for some odd reason was close by, "I can guarantee you that Quirrel is close by. I need to talk to you in private." And sure enough, Quirrel came around the corner. At first he didn't seem jittery until he laid eyes on Harry, "O-oh my! Prof-Professor Snape, if you aren't busy?"

Snape, inside was a bit cold, but outside he sneered at Harry, "Sorry, Quirrel, but Potter has caused trouble again for Mr. Malfoy. I need to address this. Possibly we can reschedule for tomorrow if you aren't busy?" Professor Quirrel's eyes slightly widened before going back to normal size, "Yes, that'll do." He then walked off, his steps a little more quirky than usual.

"Potter, Malfoy, get inside now, and explain to me what the hell is going on!" Snape ushered the two in before quickly closing the door. He then cast silencing charms. "So once again, what is going on?"

Harry sighed and Draco stayed silent, "My scar has been burning since I got here. At first, I only thought that maybe it was an overall headache, but then I noticed it'd burn whenever you and Professor Quirrel were around. And as of recent, I have narrowed it down to Professor Quirrel. And it's not just my scar, its how he acts. If I see him and he doesn't me, he acts like this normal person, but when he sees me or if my name is mentioned, he gets all odd. Before you get all smart on me, it's definitely not because I'm so called, famous, but more because I think he is hiding something."

Snape looked at Harry imploringly, "You do realize this is all…" he was rudely interrupted by a now angry Harry, "Farfetched? Yes, I know. But I can't find any other explanation. This has been happening for months now. And if there one thing that I have learned from my, as you call it, rich life, is that if something is too good to be true, then it probably is false. These coincidences have been happening for way too long to be able to call them a coincidence anymore. You can even ask Draco. He's been telling me to say something to either you are the Headmaster since he and I have been rooming together alone."

Snape frowned, "And over the holidays?" Harry gave an aggravated groan, "Nothing happened with my scar." Snape nodded and took a sip of some liquid, "I don't know what you expect me to do. The most I can would be to give you potions for your headache pain and to investigate a little on Quirrel." Harry glowered; not liking the fact that he didn't think Snape was going to really do anything. Draco's eyes narrowed, "I think you do know something."

Snape's eyes focused onto Draco, "Malfoy, you don't know what you are talking about." The two prepubescent boys stared at their head. "Take these potions Potter. Half a vial every night. If Quirrel does anything else, tell me immediately." Harry bit back his retort of, 'Oh, so you could do more of nothing?'

The two of them left, and for what seemed like the first time in a long while, the two acted genuinely civil once they reached their room. "I can't believe him!" Harry shouted. Draco poured the two of them glasses, "I know! Professor Snape always looks out for his Slytherins. And here he is leaving a weak spot." Harry took the glass of water and thanked Draco, "Thanks. But I highly doubt these potions are going to help much. This doesn't feel like the normal headache. This feels as if the pain is separate from my body… but at the same time, within it… if that makes sense?"

Draco nodded, "In a weird way it does. And if something does happen with Quirrel, I give you my word as a Malfoy to help you get rid of the fake sack of shit." Harry laughed, "I think I'm honored?"

Draco smiled, "Of course. Most Malfoys, while always sticking to their word, never really make any sort of commitments. That or they just avoid people like you because they don't like getting involved with social politics of the poor…" Harry sniffed, "I'm certainly not poor. My family, underhandedly, makes a crap load of money a day." Draco smiled, "See, while your family is muggle and mine, pureblooded, they aren't that different. Most of the Malfoy profit is from underhanded deals." Harry laughed again. "Oh shit. We have to go to class… DADA." The two shared a look before walking to their dreaded class.

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"Class dismissed… Ah, Mr. P-Potter, Mr. Malfoy, if you'd please stay after for a moment?" Professor Quirrel called out. The two of them shared a similar look like what they shared in their rooms. "Mr. Malfoy, I need you to stay right outside. I really need to talk to H-Harry a-alone." Draco looked at Harry and then nodded. He walked out of the room, and made a noise similar to that of the door closing. But he didn't really close it.

"H-Harry P-Potter. Please, sit." Quirrel sat down with Harry, "Now I need you to promise me that you won't mention what I am about to tell you." Harry noticed the stutter was gone. His scar ached painfully, stabbing his brain and whatnot. "I promise." Some magic swirled around them and Harry glared. He didn't know what that meant, but he knew that he had been tricked some way or another.

"Harry, I want you to join forces with Voldemort." Harry's eyes widened. That was too blunt and it was out of the blue. "Harry, Voldemort is in my head. He'd like you to join him instead of being enemies." Harry shook his head, "I won't. He killed my parents." Quirrel's eyes narrowed, "But he got you a new family. One that you've come to love. You'd hate it if they'd died, wouldn't you?" Harry's breathing became very noticeable as his eyes widened. His family, outright, was being threatened. "Don't you dare threaten my new family. I will not join you or that thing. He couldn't even kill a baby. Fuck you." He quickly stood and left the room.

Draco's eyes were wide. "Harry, we can't tell Snape. We need to tell the Headmaster what happened. He threatened your family." Harry shook his head, "No. I'm going to tell Snape that Quirrel…" Harry's throat constricted and Draco looked at him apologetically, "He made you promise him a Wizard's Oath. It basically makes your magic control you so you can't say something about a particular topic. I'll say the stuff for you." Harry looked gratefully at him.

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"Quirrel outright asked this of you?" Harry wanted to nod, but he couldn't do that. Draco answered for him, "I heard it all." Snape turned around, "I'll have a chat with Quirrel. In the meantime, go tell the headmaster." They both nodded and left.

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Dumbledore looked gravely at the two that sat before him, "I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do. All I can do is have people from the ministry come over and keep an eye on your family, Harry." Harry bit his lip, "But that'd interfere with their job. Because when they have to do their… thing… they can't have people in the way." Dumbledore shook his head, "Then there is absolutely nothing else I can do. I'll send a letter with Hedwig to them to have them keep a look out, how's that?" Harry half-smiled, "That would be good. They are very observant."

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It was nearing the end of the year, with school ending in two weeks. Quirrel had become very harsh on Harry in class, and outside of class, would threaten him further. His scar ached constantly, no matter where he was. One day, Draco had to use the bathroom, and left Harry standing in the hall by himself. Quirrel came around and started speaking. "Harry, this is your last chance. Join me, or else." Harry flipped Quirrel off, "I told you to fuck off on your first day of proposition, and I'm telling it to you again today." Quirrel pointed his wand at Harry, "You wouldn't happen to remember anything from that night, now would you?" Harry was about to shake his head until screams clouded his ears. Visions of haunted green eyes plagued his vision and then a green light. Quirrel gave a very vicious smiled, something that didn't seem to suit him personally, "I see that you do. Your mother was a lovely woman. I would have let her live if she had only moved. But nope, she chose to die for her pathetic son. I'll kill you right here, same curse." He lifted his wand, but before he could speak out the dreaded words, Draco ran out of the bathroom and slammed into Quirrel.

Harry pulled out his wand and started firing off the simplest of spells that he knew before he pulled out his gun. "Draco, move." Draco did and Harry fired. Quirrel's eyes widened and blood spurted after a loud bang resounded through the halls.

Harry quickly went down onto his knees and went to check Quirrel's pulse. The second he touched Quirrel, was the second Quirrel incinerated. Draco and Harry jumped backwards when this happened.

Harry was too overwhelmed and passed out.

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"I can't believe you didn't get rid of the teacher!" Tanner shouted. Draco, Lucius, Dumbledore, Snape, Tanner, Shooter, Red, Sky, and Minerva were all in the Infirmary. Harry had passed out a week ago and had yet to wake. "I happen to agree with Miss Tanner." Lucius said, "You've endangered the kids here, more importantly, my son. I do believe that as headmaster, you are supposed to take care of each case seriously. A threat against a student made by a teacher is a serious crime! You'll be hearing about this!" Draco glared at Dumbledore. Shooter sighed, "Look, let's not yell. Albus, you made a really bad call. And I don't doubt Mr. Malfoy's threat for one second. If I at all knew how the Wizarding Law works, I'd tackle you too. I just want to know why you didn't remove the threat."

Albus let out a long sigh, "I didn't have enough proof. While I am not saying anyone is a liar, even if Draco were to be put under veritaserum, the defense would be that he misheard. And if we were to put Quirrel under veritaserum, since he had Voldemort in his head, he'd be able to lie."

Lucius actually looked defeated, "While I can't do anything about it, if I find out that next year you have a chance to sack someone, and you don't do it, you'll be in knee deep." Shooter nodded in assent, "Same on my part, but not with the law." Red nudged Shooter's ribs. Shooter shook his head, "No, I'm serious. Harry is just a kid, and you said he'd be safe within these walls. I haven't seen that happen yet. You also sent him to live with those assholes when he was a baby. And you said in your letter to Harry, that you'd go against your better judgment. If your better judgment was to not give that key to Harry, then I am questioning your judgment about everything else. You had poor judgment in where he should live, you had poor judgment when it came to Quirrel, and if you have poor judgment next year, I'll look into finding another Wizarding school."

Dumbledore stood up, alarmed, "There will be no need! I only placed him with his Aunt and Uncle because of ancient magic that Harry's mother, Lily, placed on him as she sacrificed her life for his! It was blood magic and he'd only be safe from the wizarding world by staying with Lily's sister!"

Shooter yelled, "But what about within the house?! When we arrived Harry was unconscious, beaten within an inch to his life! Where was the protection then?! Not to mention you placed him with magic-haters, so when Harry had accidents, he thought he was a freak too! He should have been raised by magic people. While I understand that those people would have used his fame, why not place him with family? Or family friends?" Lucius raised his eyebrow at Snape, who was mirroring that expression too.

Dumbledore scowled, "Harry doesn't have anymore relatives. His grandparents on both sides passed away. His muggle grandparents died in a car crash two months after he was born, and his grandparents from James's family were killed too. Sirius Black, his godfather, was sent to prison for murder of James and Lily. His other godfather, Remus Lupin, is a werewolf and on the full moon would be incapable of taking care of Harry. Satisfied?"

Shooter's face turned red, "No. There was still you. You may have a school to run, but you sit in that office all day doing nothing but paperwork. I'm more than sure you'd have been able to take care of a baby. If not, then you could have had Madam Pomfrey take care of him when you couldn't. Or what about that Hagrid guy? He seemed more than glad to see Harry again. Saying how he held Harry when he was a baby and whatnot. And I don't want to hear that 'he's a Giant' excuse."

Dumbledore spoke, even, "Petunia was the only option."

Shooter's face grew really ugly, "You're a life killer. And I am warning you, if anything that could be seen was in your hands happens to Harry, you'll be pushin' daisies."

Minerva gasped, "Mr. Shooter! Surely that is uncalled for! Now I know that Albus seems to not care for the kids, but he does! He's made some faulty actions, but I do hope that such harsh language could be withheld considering we are all adults here?"

Draco spoke up, "I think Harry is waking."

Everyone turned to see Harry's eyes come open. "What the fuck?"

"Mr. Potter!" Harry blanched, "I'm in hell?" Draco snickered and Shooter smiled, "No, but close to it. We're taking you out of school the second Pomfrey says that you can leave."

"That won't be for another day!" Madam Pomfrey walked into the room and shooed through to get to her patient, "Harry, sit up." He did so and groaned, "What the hell happened?" McGonagall shook her head, "You are still at Hogwarts and the rules still apply. Five points from Slytherin."

Snape smirked, "Fifty points to Slytherin for ridding a threat." Minerva scowled, "Fifty points from Slytherin for being reckless and for bringing in a weapon." Snape smirked wider, "Sixty points to Slytherin for showing thin lines between houses and for being courageous. Another forty points to Slytherin for assessing a problem and choosing the safest path for survival." McGonagall sneered, "Cheater. You're condoning to weapons in school?" Snape shook his head, "No, but I am condoning survival. If Mr. Potter didn't pull out that gun there is no doubt that Quirrel would have used the Killing Curse on him. Now we wouldn't have wanted that, now would we?"

Red glared at the two, "Look at you! You two are arguing over stupid ass house points! This is something that I'd expect from the Malfoy kid and Harry than from two supposedly respectable adults!" He shook his head before running a hand through his hair. Harry looked at his uncle, mildly amused. Uncle Red was never really the one to get all serious. "Uncle Red, calm down. Those two put together make a couple of kids. Anyone can see that. They always try to outshine each other." Harry yawned and Madam Pomfrey tsked, "All of you either hush up or leave. I have a patient and he needs rest. I do believe that you three Professors have other business to attend to? And Mr. Malfoy, I undoubtedly know that you have other business inquiries to also attend. Malfoy Jr., I do believe you have class?"

Draco smirked as he looked at Harry, "Well, first, I am still waiting for a thank you. Second, Harry and I both have class together right now, which means that the rules are in effect…" Harry laughed, "Quit being pompous. And yes thank you." Draco smiled, "You're welcome. Next year you can pour me a glass of juice." They both smiled, but Harry let a chuckle escape him, "And be a house-elf to the superior Malfoy Jr.?" Draco nodded and stuck his nose up, "Of course."

The blonde then took a seat and flashed a charming smiled to an amused Madame Pomfrey. Red and Sky took a seat, Tanner and Shooter taking a seat closer to their son. Lucius tapped his cane on Draco's shoulder and they both nodded to one another before Lucius strode out with an air of arrogance.

"Some goodbye." Harry commented once Lucius was out of the Infirmary. Draco shrugged, "We don't show affection in public. If you were raised properly in the Wizarding world, you'd understand why. It goes down to the deep roots of Salazar Slytherin himself and the 'Pureblood Code of Merlin'. The pureblood code is what You-Know-Who abides by – err, abided by – which it states that muggle born children with magical abilities were not to marry into pureblooded families. It was believed that the line would get mucked up. Which, essentially, it did. That is how we got Squibs, which Filch is one of them. Anyway, Salazar took great pride in this code. Another part of it was some shit about 'Pureblood Societal Perception'. In that, is where the proper and rich purebloods follow this code and that they only show affection when it is expected of them. In school, it is not expected so it is not shown. In public, it is expected for the father to have his right hand on his son's right shoulder. This is symbolic to the fact that right handedness was good. The mother would not touch the son, but would have her husband's arm around her waist. She'd be beside her husband, with her son in front. If they had a daughter, the Mother would be on the right and the father wouldn't touch the daughter. The only time any affection is allowed shown more than what is perceived is at social gatherings, birthdays, holiday occasions, business conjectures, and of course, if your child has done something pleasing in the attendance of others. Hence why when we were talking, my father was standing at my right with his right hand on my right shoulder."

Harry gave him an odd look, "That is so fucked up." Shooter shook his head, "It's culture Harry. This is another reason why I think you should have had someone at least stay in your life for this exact purpose." Harry sighed, "But then I wouldn't have met you guys." Shooter smiled, "See, the only good thing from this mess that Albus created was us becoming a family." They both shared a smile.

Draco faux gagged, "Ugh, PDA…" Tanner laughed, "You call that PDA? In 'muggle' society, PDA is when you're groping your girlfriend or boyfriend and sticking your tongue down his or her throat in front of others." Draco laughed, "We call that indecent exposure and those that do it are forced to pay ten sickles and five knuts."

"Knuts, Sickles?" Sky looked at Harry. Harry laughed, "Wizard currency. There are twenty-nine knuts in one sickle and seventeen sickles in one galleon. Basically, galleons are like the big time bucks." Sky 'oh'ed. Draco sighed, "So, yeah, I'm bored and thanks to you being out we don't have one hour tonight, we have four. You were out for three days and then tonight's hour. So, would you like to get started?"

Harry looked confused, "But I didn't do anything strenuous. So how come I passed out for so long?" Red answered, "The adrenaline rush was too much. Then when you fell, you hit your head really hard. That's why."
"But I never get an adrenaline rush…" Harry hinted. Shooter looked at him, "Yeah, but that's because that wasn't personal. You got angry I guess, and then on top of that, that stick that shoots sparks could have killed you. Adrenaline rush."

Draco glared, "That stick as you so graciously called it, happens to be a wand. A wand I will shove up your ass if you don't at least try to get things right." Shooter glared, "I thought you were supposed to be nice." Draco smiled, "Rules aren't in full effect right now. They won't be until tomorrow. But, before you say anything, some rules are. Like me having to stay by Harry's side. I still have to be nice to him, but not to guests." Harry let a smirk out, "But you insulting my family hurt me…"

Draco went to talk but found out that his voice wouldn't sound. Madam Pomfrey came back in, "Mr. Malfoy, I just receive a note telling me to inform you that you have three nights detention with Mr. Filch." She left. Draco fumed while Harry snickered.

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Overall, it was a very nice two weeks. Hermione and Ron had visited and Ron had requested that Harry and his family come by over the summer. Tanner accepted, but said that they'd need to know in advance when would be appropriate.

Soon, Harry was back at home and training. Looking forward to going to visit his new friends over the summer.

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Okie, so this came out two days later than I wanted. But I did promise my readers that all three of my stories would be updated before the 31st of October, 2008. And it is. I hope you all liked this chapter, I know I did. One of the longest I have ever written for a story. Over 7,250 words. About 14 pages Microsoft Word, 12font. Damn, I'm mad proud of myself. I am aiming for my next update to be (At LATEST) November 7.

I'm not too sure if that is when it will happen, mainly because report cards are going to be coming out and I am failing my first two classes and I have a D in my third period class. (In order, American History AP, American Government, and Anatomy and Physiology Honors.) UUUGGGHHH. lol

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