A/N: So...another update! You guys rock, too. Sorry if the chapters don't have so much action in them, but trust me, it's leading up to some for sure! I love you all, and thank you for the reviews! I need ideas for ways on how to prank/jinx Dumbles...any ideas are welcome!

WARNING: There is a SLASH scene in this chapter.

Chapter Seven-- First Report, Tom And Timetables

Grey rubbed tiredly at his eyes and blinked around the chamber. Dumbledore had finally agreed to allow the Durmstrang students to stay in their dorm for one more night, meaning that this would probably be the only time he would have to personally report his findings. The room brightened and the remaining members of the Guild Council filed in. Genna shifted beside him and sighed audibly. She had been unable to come up with an easy way to communicate and the pair were hoping someone else might have.

Kely frowned at the tired look in Grey's eyes. She had known, they all had, that this would take a lot out of him, but this was quicker than she had expected. "Grey? What has happened?"

Emerald eyes roamed over everyone. "Dumbledore is a crack pot old fool, who takes pleasure in ruining other peoples lives. Can I just kill him and be done with it?"

Even Nori, who took a sadistic pleasure in other peoples deaths--for obvious reasons--was surprised by this. "What?"

Grey shook his head. "He's Sorted us all into their ridiculous House groups. We are separated and some of us are almost entirely alone amongst hostile students. Most of the students were Sorted into Slytherin, however, Dumbledore decided that it would be prudent to force the Sorting Hat's hand and place me into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin."

The twins frowned, before speaking up. "But he must be aware--."

"That this is blatantly wrong and--."

"Will look bad if we were to know."

Gabriel frowned. "I thought the Bulgarian Ministry was clear about what was to happen while there?"

"They were. But he somehow managed to convince them that it was perfectly safe."

Grey's sneer wasn't missed by the others. Lonah sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. "How is the pack doing? And have you and the Circle had any talks about what to do?"

"Crap. And no. The pack is broken up. We did manage to get at least one student into each House, which means we'll be able to sense if there is any unrest that would endanger us. As for the Circle, I haven't been able to say more than two words to any of them since we got there. At every corner some stupid bigoted fool is waiting to harass us." He glared at everyone. "This mission was stupid from the beginning."

Haren frowned, his red eyes glittering in thought. "Perhaps. But we need to know what lengths he is willing to go to make this war tip in favour of the Light. If he is going too far, we must be aware of what he has done. You know this, Grey."

Emerald eyes sparked. "I may know it, but it doesn't mean I have to sit idly by and watch him destroy the lives of sixty three students!"

"Grey!" Gabriel's greys eyes narrowed at him across the chamber. "You must let him think that he is winning, don't openly rebel!"

"Let him think he's winning? Let him think he's winning!" Grey snarled in anger. "All he has to do is snap his fingers and everyone runs over each other to do his bidding! I don't even need to do anything for him to gain control over us! And have you forgotten that there is a pack of Were's there? He is Light. If he finds out about us, we could very well be kicked out. He knows about me, always has. But he considers me a threat as a werewolf."

The werewolf beside Lonah, Cole, frowned. "But you control every aspect of your Were nature. The Hecatamus blood rules out any danger in you."

"Cole's right." The Herbologist Master shook her red hair out of her face. "It was because of the Hecatamae that we even began to discover the properties of the Wolfsbane potion. Although, back in their time, it was their own blood that helped with the potion."

"He still believes me a danger."

"Well, you are, aren't you?"

Grey glared as Corsis smirked at him. "I need a way to contact you all. Living in Gryffindor tower will limit my access to this chamber."

"The Room of Requirement--."

"Will give you anything--."

"Which you require. Ask Hogwarts nicely--."

"And she may give you a room to leave in."

"And when I can't get to it? Or when I need to make a long report? What then?"

The twins cocked their head to the side. The slightly taller one, Fred, grinned suddenly. "We'll open up a branch in Hogsmeade!"

George grinned at his twin. "Of course! We can gain more gossip from loose mouthed students!"

Kely gave the pair a smile. "Very well. Was there anything else, Grey?"

With a sigh he sagged back against the chair. "I was attacked."

There were several cries of 'what' before they settled down again, silence pressing in as they waited for his explanation.

"Tom said it was a Gryffindor named Ron Weasley. He's a friend of Daniel's. He claims that we are all Death Eaters. And apparently, I should be thrown in Azkaban so I can entertain the inmates."

The Courtesan representatives sneered at that. Sali closed his gold eyes in an attempt to calm himself. "That is an insult to our Guild."

Gabriel cocked his head to the side. "Your mate is going to be watching you, isn't he?"

"Yes. He says that having me in the same building as Dumbledore unsettles him. Not that I blame him. The old coot did nothing to stop his precious Gryffindor's from attacking us all in the past three days. No matter how dangerous they got. But a united front is almost impossible now, what with us all being broken up."

Genna gasped. "That's why he's doing it! Together you lot are unbeatable, a dangerous force he can't control and manipulate. But alone, you are more vulnerable to attack!"

Grey nodded sadly. "Precisely. The reason for having the years sent with me was for protection. There are four of us in Gryffindor. But I haven't even seen the dorms yet, so the danger is still largely unknown."

Kely shook her head. "I am afraid that there is little we can do to intervene, Grey. How have your classes gone?"

"They haven't started."

"What?"

Grey smirked. "The Sorting took almost four hours and would have taken longer if we hadn't decided to let the rest of the years know that our shields had to be dropped. I believe fifteen minutes became a routine until then."

The Angel shook her head, before pausing and seeming to listen to something else. "We have another petition. It seems that now that Britain is aware of our reluctance to intervene, they have decided to personally request aid. You are not needed for this Grey. Genna will speak for your faction. Return to Hogwarts. And be careful."

Grey sighed, patting Genna on the arm as he stood. With one last unhappy glare at the chamber, he turned and left the room.

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Mere glared at Darren as he continued to babble on about some stupid prank idea he had for his new House mates. The entire contingent of students was tense and confused. New robes had been delivered to them, but none of them would touch them; they much preferred their own. The door to her dorm room opened and Harry stepped out, scowling at the floor. He paused, half in half out.

She shook her head as she realised he was talking to his mate. Standing she placed a hand on his arm, inwardly surprised at the heat rising off his skin. "Harry. Go back inside. We'll give you an hour, okay?"

Harry blinked at her, before shaking his head. "Um, what?" He shifted slightly, the flush on his cheeks betraying what was going on.

"He obviously misses you. And the spells we cast on the room should allow him into it. Go on, have some fun!"

Emerald eyes widened, but he nodded anyway. "Okay."

Harry swallowed as he closed the door and leaned back against the cool wood. His entire body was on fire, the amount of desire Tom was pushing along the link was overwhelming.

She's right, you know. I do miss you. "Love."

Harry's eyes snapped open at the hiss, immediately taking in the form of Tom and raking over his barely clad body. Barely, because he was only wearing a pair of loose black slacks. His pale chest gleamed in the softly flickering light from the dozens of candles they had been using as light.

"Tom."

Tom smirked at him before stepping forward, his hands resting on either side of Harry's head and trapping him against the door. "Do you know how much I have missed you, love?" He leaned forward and kissed the tanned neck, biting the skin softly and relishing in the low moan it drew forth.

"Oh god. Stop." Harry couldn't stand it. Even though tom was there, in the flesh, he still allowed his own desire to flood the link; making Harry's body tremble with pure, raw need.

"Why? You look so beautiful like this," he murmured. With a lazy flick of his hand, Harry's clothes vanished, leaving him naked against the door. The young wolf hissed as his burning skin came into sudden contact with the door.

Tom stepped forward again, pressing his hip into Harry's, groaning as their arousals brushed against each other. "Merlin, Harry."

Emerald eyes flashed and darkened, the pupils dilating. "Bed. Now."

The older wizard chuckled softly; another wave and his pants vanished. "I think I quite like the door."

Harry groaned at the feeling of warm skin against his own. "I will not do anything against this door."

Tom leaned forward, his lips millimetres from Harry's ear. "Well, I want you against this door. I want to make you scream my name while I pound into you. I want you to beg. To whimper and moan."

Shaking, Harry managed to erect the strongest privacy and silencing charms he could. He looked up into Tom's eyes. Seeing the deep crimson glow and grow brighter, he gasped. Magic swirled around them as the tight hold he held on his aura broke. Black, red, green and gold flashed, stroking along their skin as it melded with the black aura of his mate.

"Oh god."

Tom grinned, turning his head and nuzzling against the warm neck. He pressed a soft kiss to the franticly beating pulse point, before grabbing a hold of Harry's legs and lifting them. Harry whimpered as he wrapped his legs around the slim waist, his arms winding around Tom's neck.

"Damnit Tom, how do you do this to me?"

"It's a gift."

Harry snorted, before gasping as slim fingers wrapped around him, giving a harsh tug and making his desire spike again. He growled, the emerald in his eyes darkening as gold swirled slowly in them. "Don't tease."

Tom grinned and caught Harry's lips with his own. Tracing the soft lips with his tongue, he smirked when they parted and granted him access. He dipped his tongue in, exploring and relishing in the sweet taste of the younger man. When air became a pressing need, he broke the kiss. After a murmured spell against Harry's lips, which left Harry's insides tingling and slick, he reached around and pressed one finger to Harry's opening.

Harry gasped and pressed his face into Tom's neck. It had been two months since he had been able to even see his mate. And his entire being was trembling with the pleasure of even the slight contact. But he needed more, he needed everything. "Please, Tom."

The older wizard shivered as the hissed words rolled over his senses. He groaned, before whispering another incantation. "Up, love."

Harry wrapped his legs tighter and lifted himself up a little. He captured Tom's lips with his own, threading his fingers through the silky black locks, relishing in the way the hair curled slightly around them. He gasped as Tom suddenly entered him, before letting out a low, slow moan as he leaned back against the door. Tom had his face pressed into his neck, lips moving over the sensitive skin at his collarbone and making him shiver.

It didn't matter how many times they had done this before, every time felt like the first. Tom could hardly believe that such a beautiful creature would even choose him. He hadn't had love in his life, and hatred had been his only companion. Now he had Harry, and he wasn't going to let him go. Soft, leathery wings wrapped around him and he smiled, raising his head to gaze at his mates face.

Harry had his eyes closed, head thrown back. His lips were slightly swollen from their kisses and were parted, his breath coming in short, fast gasps. His face was flushed, a beautiful pink tinge that spread down his neck and over his chest. Tom smiled and kissed him, plunging himself into the lithe body that writhed against him. Harry was whimpering, hissing, begging before he screamed and sagged against his mate.

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Marci yawned as Darren opened the door to their dorm room. She smiled softly at where Harry was sleeping peacefully. It was rare to have him so still and quiet. Normally, he would toss and turn, troubled by something even in his sleep. But no matter how many times she offered to try and help, he would merely shake his head and down a Dreamless Sleep potion.

Tom raised an eyebrow from where he was wrapped around the sleeping boy. The black silk sheet covered both of them up, but his chest was bare as he was leaning slightly over Harry. Mere shook her head at him before the six students collapsed into their own beds.

"You should go back, you know."

He levelled dark eyes on her, glaring at the reminder of the time limit he had. Amber eyes stared back at him, refusing to back down. "I know that."

"Dumbles may be a senile old coot, but he still has control of the castle. Our spells will wear off in half an hour. It's best you go now."

Tom frowned. He agreed and he knew that the witch was right. He sighed, pale fingers tracing down the faint outline of a scar. Harry's glamour spells were so powerful that no one even knew how many scars he had and the only reason Tom could even see that one scar was because he had watched it happen.

FLASHBACK

Harry ducked, spinning and slamming his foot back and into the stomach of the robed Death Eater. His emerald eyes glittered from within the confines of his hood. "You have been marked, Death Eater," His voice was oddly muffled by the strip of cloth hiding his lower face. "By the Guild Council, as unworthy of this world."

"Bastard!" The Death Eater flicked his wand. "Sectumsempra!"

Harry lazily stepped out of the range of the curse. "By the decree of said Council, the Assassins Guild has been given right to end your life and release your soul from this world." He sidestepped another curse before vanishing and reappearing behind the man. He grabbed him in a headlock, relieved him of his wand and pressed a black dagger to his throat. "You have been charged with unlawful rape of ten children, aged between six and eight. As such, you are given no right to protest your death sentence."

The man roared and twisted, his own dagger flashing silver and he twisted, lashing out. The blade sliced through the cloth on Harry's face, and dug into his cheek. Harry hissed and with a jerky motion, sliced the man's throat. "The sentence has been carried out."

END FLASHBACK

It was the first time Tom had even seen Harry as Grey Shadow. Even at the age of only fifteen the boy had been powerful in his own right and had belonged to the Assassins Guild for three years by then. With a sigh, Tom pressed a soft kiss to Harry's cheek and faded from view. He would watch his mate, and make sure he remained safe. Even though the very building he rested in was a danger to his life.

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The Durmstrang students nervously filed into the Great Hall, slowly taking seats at the House tables. The table they had all previously occupied had vanished, leaving them little choice but to confront the result of yesterday's Sorting. Harry scowled as the Gryffindor's stared at him, Laura, Karl and Darren. As the only fifth year, Laura shied away from their eyes and stuck close to Karl, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Dumbledore smiled down at them, his eyes twinkling in delight at their uncomfortable reactions. Harry frowned as he sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table. Marci leaned over from the Hufflepuff table beside them, her pale gold eyes shining with worry.

"No one slept Harry. I just know that there is going to be trouble. How do I treat them if I cannot get near to them?"

Harry chewed his lower lip in thought. "I don't know, Marci. I'll figure something out, I promise."

You need to protect yourself as well. Tom was suddenly there in his mind, his presence a calming reminder of everything else. I'll watch your back, Harry.

I know. Thankyou. He could feel eyes boring into his head. Turning he caught sight of Ron staring at him. The red head had done that yesterday as well. It didn't matter that the Durmstrang students had made it quite clear that they wanted nothing to do with any of them, didn't matter that they stayed together down near the hastily erected stables that now housed the thirty pegasi. They had been harassed and insulted until his peers were close to hexing the group of Gryffindor's into oblivion.

Dumbledore stood and addressed the now full Hall. "Today is the first day in which Durmstrang students will be integrated into our classes. Although, I had planned on that being yesterday. Ah, but a long Sorting hasn't been seen for centuries!" He smiled at the students. "Your Heads of House will bring you your timetables. I trust you will behave yourselves and enjoy the time you spend here."

He's actually daring to say that we started everything!

Calm down, Harry. You need to stay alert, and that means not letting your emotions cloud your judgement.

I know, I know.

McGonagall warily approached the four Durmstrang students. She could see the anger and indignation clear on their faces. She herself knew that her own Gryffindor's had been provoking them, and it had resulted in several students being sent to Pomfrey. But for some reason, none of them had ever-stepped foot there and it puzzled her as to how they were coping. Most of all, she wanted to punish her students, but Dumbledore had forbidden her from doing so.

"Misters Evans, Wans, Yealo, Miss Darcian. Here are your new timetables. I have included a map, in case one of you should get lost at some point."

Harry took the four pieces of parchment and handed the corresponding ones to their owners. "Thankyou, Professor."

She nodded and spun on her heel, sending several Gryffindor's scathing glares as she left.

Looking down at their timetables, all Harry could do was scowl angrily at it. His magic whipped up and he had to close his eyes before he set it on fire. It was all too much of a reminder of what was happening, of what was wrong.

He was beginning to regret agreeing to this mission. It was nothing like what he was used to. This was a mission for a Spy, not for a person used to ending people's lives!

A/N: For anyone reading who doesn't like Slash, not that I have a problem with that mind, this story IS Slash. It was stated in the first chapter along with a warning that there will be OOCness. On another website I had a ton of people snap at me because I didn't add a warning in the summary. I have now, but unless there is an actual Slash scene, such as above, then I will not be warning anyone. If you all still feel like snapping at me because you're too stupid to read, fine. I really don't have the time for that. To everyone else, I love you all for your support. And to Tsukiyomi-chan (even though I know you aren't reading anymore, I still want to say it) thankyou for the tip of putting the warning in the summary, and for being the nicest person to say they don't want to read Slash. It was refreshing.