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Alyssia sat in the bed, mouth clamped shut.

Poppy was getting very tired of her antics. "Alyssia, this potion won't hurt you."

Alyssia gave Poppy a look that said, don't start with me.

Poppy huffed and went to her office. Fifteen minutes later, Professor Snape walked in, robes flowingbehind him.

Poppy came up behind him. "I thought since she was here that habit of you actually having to give her the potion yourself would end."

"Somebody this stubborn doesn't give up easily," Professor Snape said in a bored tone. He knew it was uselessfor Poppy to try anything, for Alyssia had been that way since she was little. He walked up to her without a word and handed her a vial.

"Hi there," Alyssia greeted him. She looked at the vial and took it. "Thank you." She drank the contents, but had a green tint to her face afterwards.

Professor Snape stood back while the gastronomical fireworks proceeded.

After Poppy cleaned up the mess, she tried to give Alyssia a cup of water. Alyssia furrowed her eyebrows, while Poppy said,

"I just conjured it." Alyssia begrudgingly took and drank the water, thankful though to get the taste out of her mouth.

Professor Snape spoke up, "I know you were raised by a paranoid person Alyssia, but not everybody is trying to kill you. Only most of them are."

Poppy's head snapped around, "Did I just hear you make a funny?!" She asked with a scandalized look upon her face.

Professor glared at Poppy, nodded at Alyssia and strode out of the sick bay.

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Professor Snape went back to the sick bay in an hour to give Alyssia her medicine. He was greeted by the sight of three students, none of which he wanted to see at the moment. Fred and George were trying to make Alyssia grin by playing exploding snaps and they were succeeding. Harry was watching along with Alyssia, who looked quite happy.

Fred and George were sitting on one of the beds they had pushed closer, over to Alyssia. Harry was sitting at the foot of Alyssia's bed, while Alyssia was propped up by pillows.

Professor Snape cleared his throat as he walked over.

Harry greeted him. "Hello Professor."

Professor Snape merely glanced over at him. He then looked at Alyssia,

"Here, this should do it,"

Alyssia took the vial but before she drank it, the twins interrupted.

Fred asked, "Um Professor, do you remember a certain characteristic about Sky?"

"A special characteristic." George finished.

Professor Snape looked over and in a curt tone, answered them, "I've known Sky a lot longer than the two of you have."

George piped up, "Then you should know--"

"--exactly why that potion won't work." Fred finished.

Professor Snape nearly snapped back when a thought came to him. Professor Snape closed his eyes and winced at the thought. He had been too caught up in school proceedings and first day detentions to think about it. The fact that Fred and George were the ones to bring it up just made it worse.

"That will be all for today. If you excuse us." Professor Snape said, waiting for them to leave.

They begrudgingly left the sick bay with Harry behind them. Theyleft their cards there as they would eventually come back.

As they continued out, Fred and George began to mumble something.

Professor Snape turned his head towards them, glaring, thinking he had just heard the word 'bat.'

Professor Snape turned back towards Alyssia when she spoke.

"You know..."

He quickly cut in, "I do not need the likes of those two to remind me of certain details about a good friend and his daughter." Professor Snape pulled the cork out the vial shewas holding. "This potion is different than the last one you took."

Alyssia sat up. "Meaning ,I can actually keep this one down?" she asked.

"Precisely." Professor Snape agreed. "Why were those three here? Surely you could find better company than them?" A vile distaste came to Snape's mouth as he asked that question.

Alyssia handed him the now empty vial. "They came up here without being asked to see if I was ok. Sounds like good company to me."

Professor Snape was livid at the thought of his goddaughter, much more a Slytherin, hanging out with Fred and George Weasley. "Those two are trouble makers and Potter is no better," he spoke, his voice laced with venom.

Alyssia asked, "If those three are so bad then how come nobody else has come to see me?" Bobbing her head to make her point, she continued, "If my father can makefriends in every house, then there is no reason why I can't either."

Alyssia, with a rare, serious look on her face, thought, 'I do not expect to be told who to be friends with.'

Professor Snape, tired of arguing with her, said, "I'll have the house elves send up your books and homework. When you feel better, I expect you to start work on them." With that Professor Snape turned and left.

'I'll make friends with people who are nice to me and nobody else,' Alyssia thought. Getting hot under the collar was making her light headed, so she adjusted her pillows and went to sleep.

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Fred and George were finished with dinner and plotting their next prank. Harry was listening to Hermione talk about Ancient Runes. He nodded along, though didn't really pay attention. Ron looked over at Harry.

"You going to visit your Slytherin girlfriendlater?" he asked snidely.

Harry looked over at Ron, who was on Hermione's right.

"She isn't my girlfriend and you would know that if you had any respect!"

He got up from the table and left. He wasn't planning on visiting her again tonight, but after that incident, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

Harry thought to himself as he left the Great Hall.

'I am really getting tired of this. Ron needs to get off my case! So what if I'm friends with a Slytherin. It's not like anybody from her own house came to see her. It confuses me. I thought they were all like Draco and Snape. She's nice and...'

Harry was at the entrance of the Great Hall, when he was suddenly hit by Ron. Harry didn't notice the red head following him until impact.

ProfessorMcGonnagal saw what happened and got up to see what the trouble was.

Harry's temper went from annoyed to white-hot in a matter of seconds. Without thinking, Harry whipped out his wand and yelled at Ron.

What came out was not English.

Professor McGonnagal appeared at the entrance a moment after that and shrieked. "Harry Potter! Come with me this instance!"

Harry didn't listen as he stepped forward towards, Ron, who promptly fainted.

Professor McGonnagal grabbed him by the ear.

Harry struggled against her but her grip was too firm.

By now, Dumbledore had come to see what the problem was, and found an unconscious Ron and a seething Harry being gripped by an angry teacher.

"Go wait in my office. I'll see to young Mr. Weasley here."

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A very angry Professor McGonnagal stood well away from an even angrier Harry. She couldn't believe what had happened. She gave a sigh of relief when Dumbledore walked in. Professor McGonnagal barely gave him time to get in the room before she started on her tirade.

Dumbledore raised his hand and Professor McGonnagal tried her best to calm down.

"Now what exactly happened, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

Professor McGonnagal started from the beginning.

"I believe I asked Harry what happened, Minvera." Dumbledore motioned for Harry to continue.

Harry recalled the events of that evening—Ron pushed him and Harry, already mad from earlier, had reacted violently towards him.

Professor McGonnagal spoke up. "When I got there the boy was chanting in Parseltongue—only the most evil wizards in history have that ability!"

Dumbledore raised his hand to calm Professor McGonnagal, but to no avail.

"He-who-must-not-be-named spoke Parseltongue, the boy..."

Professor McGonnagal was interrupted. "Minerva please let him finish. Now, Harry, continue."

Harry turned in his seat towards Professor McGonnagal.

"If I'm so evil why am I in Gryffindor?" he asked with spite. He had thought on a few occasions that his life would be easier if he wasn't in Gryffindor.

McGonnagal was seething from the boy's actions, and his unusually calm demeanor, especially when she knew he was angry.

"Gryffindors do not behave the way you have in the past two years, Mr. Potter. I am tired of your constant showdowns with almost everyone in this school. You are constantly in trouble or looking for it. Despite your contributions from the last two years, I do not think you belong in Gryffindor. As head of this house I am expelling you from Gryffindor!"

She looked at Dumbledore's expression of 'what-the-heck,' and spoke again.

"I have said my peace. He's completely your responsibility now." She turned and left.

Harry looked frantic. 'Expelled? Expelled? I have to go back to the Dursley's! I have..."

"Harry, she said expelled from Gryffindor, not Hogwarts. Only I can do that."

Harry look at Dumbledore with a perplexed look upon his face. "You mean I'm kicked out of my house, but not Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore walked around to the front of his desk and propped up against it. "Harry, my dear boy, I may have been wrong about you after all."

Harry was anxious, on top of being scared. "What do you mean sir?"

"Harry, do you remember Fawkes sending you the hat last year when you were in the chamber?"

Harry nodded.

"I said only a true Gryffindor could pull that sword out of that hat."

"Yes sir, but I guess I'm not." Harry lowered his head and looked at his shoes.

Dumbledore continued, "I had nothing to do with that incident. Great loyalty to me called Fawkes to you, but it was the hat itself that believed it was right about you."

"I'm sorry?" Harry had trouble grasping his mentor's point, which wasn't unusual. Dumbledore always used unconventional methods for reaching his point.

"I've always had my doubts on whether you were a Gryffindor or not. The Sorting Hat always sticks by its choices, although, sometimes I do not agree with its methods of sorting."

'Ok, now I'm really confused,' Harry thought as he listened to the seemingly abstract point his Professor was trying to make.

"I am sorry Professor McGonnagal decided to act that way. I see that a resorting is in order." Dumbledore stood up from his prop and walked to his desk, but he stopped mid-step.

Harry, unsure of what had happened to Dumbledore, asked, "Sir?"

Dumbledore turned around rather quickly, with a look of glee upon his face."I believe I have an idea!"

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Alrighty then!

Although Cliffies are only good when your the writer!

Ch. 7 is already typed up, so you won't have to wait long!

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