Pieces of My Soul

Chapter 3

Harry looked around an empty classroom, using some kind of detection spell, before locking the door and concentrating for a second. Moments later, his head was free of a scar, and his hair grew slightly longer and noticeably more manageable without looking well, manageable at all. This done, he unlocked the classroom and proceeded down to the Slytherin Common room. At the entrance, he gave a few words in Parseltongue, gaining entrance by default due to this gift.

The common room was different this year from how it used to be, when he and ron polyjuiced' their way in. Rumor was Draco didn't like how it stayed the same so he had Vincent, Gregory and Pansy take charge of the first through 4th year Slytherin students to redecorate it.

He sat himself down in a chair and waited. The first to notice his presence was infact 3 people, two of which people always thought to be bodyguards for the 3rd.

Draco sat himself across from Harry, looked for the scar before saying, "You really must tell me who you are Daniel." Harry, AKA Daniel Radcliffe in this form, just gave a slight curt nod to the blonde.

Turning to Gregory, he said. "Greg, I trust you have been concentrating on that spell I told you about?"

Draco was nonplussed, and so was Vincent. Gregory however, quite out of character, said, "Yes, most ingenius Dan. I had to look up a 7th year Arithmancy Book to understand half the equations. However did you come up with that?"

Dan just shrugged, smiled, and looked to Draco. "Where's Pansy and the other 2?"

Draco bristled at the mention of pansy, which Dan noticed, but just merely said, "They'll be here inabit, I heard Pansy had a detention with Professor McGonagall for getting caught out of bed last night." Draco obviously knew what that meant.

Dan nodded, and waited, in the mean time making conversation with the blond and his other friend, Vincent. "Vincent, how goes your own training?"

"Well. My tutor heard about me here, and assumed me to be well, a crap duellist."

Dan smiled. "Greg surprised Rookie too."

Draco frowned, and asked, "Rookie?"

"my tutor. Shorten his last name and you get Rook, but I hate chess so… Rookie."

Draco nodded in understanding. "So you and Greg are 2 of the…"

"2 of those 5 yes. Pansy too."

Draco frowned for a moment, then asked, "So, who was the unsure ones?"

Dan smiled and said, "I'll leave you to guess. I heard about the promotion of yours."

Greg frowned for a split second, but didn't say anything, as the Common Room entrance opened to reveal Pansy and 2 hooded people following.

Pansy went to sit next to Dan, and looked to Draco, who was obviously a fair bit angry at this.

"What's wrong Drake?" Pansy asked, obviously knowing exactly what. Dan got a feeling of unease from this.

"I know what you were doing last night Pans."

Dan looked at Draco, then said, offhandedly, "You know, The subject of this conversation has completely passed most of us here. Care to enlighten us?"

Draco frowned, and carefully said, "I saw you and Pansy come out of that broom closet last night."

Dan smiled alittle, "I saw you and Daphne last week, so don't tell me you and her are just friends." At this, he clasped hands with Pansy, who snuggled into Dan's side.

Draco shrugged it off, then smiled, shocking both Dan and Pansy. "So my little act worked then."

"Huh?" Dan and Pansy eloquently said.

"Pansy, would we have ever worked out?" Draco asked offhandedly.

"No… I don't think so."

"and what would give you that impression?" Draco asked sarcastically. At Dan's questioning look, he said, "Granger and Weasley's arguments are nothing compared to ours. Where they're loud, we were well, not loud but more.."

"Spiteful? Dangerous? Insulting?" Pansy said, and Draco nodded.

"If it matters, you both have my blessing."

Dan thanked Draco with a brotherly hug before saying, "well, we must be off. Can't be discussing the future where interefering folk can hear."

Draco nodded, and went into the dorm with Vincent, leaving Dan, Pansy, Gregory and the other 2 alone.

"Shall we, My lady?" Dan said, holding a hand out to the entrance guarded to by the as yet unnamed 2. Gregory just snorted in a chuckle.

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3 Months Ago

Sat in the middle of an empty room, Harry was looking at the only other person present. He had come from his first meeting/lesson with Headmaster Dumbledore when he ran into a Slytherin girl whom all the boys in his dorm called the "Slytherin Centre-fold." She had tried to do something which confused him, since Slytherins were meant to hate him. As he thought on things, he remembered what he had learned that summer at Grimmauld, remembered what the meeting with the headmaster was about and the subsequent lesson, and decided on something. Moments later, his features were that of a Scar-less Harry Potter, with slightly manageable and longer hair, and his green eyes altered so as to be slightly different, Differences not even Polyjuice Potion can change, as per his experience with a Hufflepuff that week taught him. He enervated the stunned Pansy Parkinson, who looked up at him with atfirst, fear.

He gave her a amused look, and said, "Who stunned you?"

"You did Potter." She said after gathering her wits and getting into the same sitting position Harry was in.

Harry just gave her another amused look. "Glad you recognised the one I'm disguised as." He said dryly.

"Draco?" She asked.

"No." Came a voice from the door.

"Okay, What's going on." She asked, as she looked between Draco, stood in the doorway, and who looked almost like Harry, but with alittle more hair and no scar, and 'older' eyes.

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Harry stood infront of the Headmaster, in his office.

"How goes your plan Harry?" The headmaster asked cryptically.

"on track. I should be a mid level by March." Harry replied.

The Headmaster, twinkle no longer present in his eyes, said, "I had wished to do it without you joining. Just be wary of your psyche Harry. The Spells you would be learning-"

"-Already learning, Professor. It is fine, Aside from the slight addiction the diagnosis spell tells me about, I'm fine and keeping that addiction down."

The Headmaster frowns slightly, "How?"

Harry smiles slightly, before asking, "After all that time in Azkaban, along with the amount of Addiction she should be feeling, Bellatrix is still an effective Inner Circle member. The amount of addiction she should be under should be debilitating for her and the sort of missions she goes on. Lets just say, Theres a Dark Healing spell."

The Headmaster nods, accepting, and says, "That rids the body of addiction. I understand. But I shall be asking Tonks and several Order members to be keeping an eye on you Harry."

"I understand Professor. Well, I must be off before anyone suspects a thing. Thank you for the most, enlightening, lesson on Soul Splitting."

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A/N

Okay, not much to comment on here. As usual, pm any spelling mistakes. You, the readers, are my beta;s :P

1,190 or so words without A/N and Pet Peeves bit.

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Pet Peeves

New bit now! Okay, I don't have many pet peeves, but one I do have is this cliché:
Harry recognises Griphook after years, without prompting. Why can't there be a fic where he does but not in that cliché way, i.e.:

Harry waited in the lobby for a goblin to escort him to his vault.

"Mr Potter?" came a voice that was slightly familiar to Harry, but since many goblins sound the same, he wasn't sure if he knew the source or not. Turning to the Goblin, the goblin said, "I'm Griphook, here to escort you to your vault."

For a moment, Harry wondered where he heard the name, then as he was getting in, he remembered. "Are you the same griphook that took myself and Hagrid down here in '91?"

Griphook nodded, and said, "I didn't think you'd remember me."

Harry smiled, "I thought you seemed Familiar.

See. Not Cliché. Also, this familiarity does not have Griphook get promoted, just, if the fic has lots of Gringots scenes with going down to vaults, Griphook could be asked for so Harry could chat to him more or something.