Hello! Really sorry it's been so long! College has been taking over a lot of my time and because it's a writing course I've had to switch a lot of my time to writing stuff for that. Got a short holiday so thought I'd use it to update some of my stories so here it is! Hope you enjoy.

Potions class crept up on them all like a flu in winter, a long-dreaded but planned for eventuality. Harry and Neville stood outside the classroom, fidgeting slightly in place as they waited for class to start. They'd brewed the simple sleeping draught flawlessly the night before but there was a huge difference between brewing something among friends compared to brewing in a room full of people actively trying to sabotage you. They both knew this and were terrified of what could go wrong.

Sooner than they'd like, the dungeon door crashed open and the snapped instruction of "In!" echoed through the dark corridor.

Neville and Harry shuffled hastily to their seats at their workbench, having chosen to work together to avoid any possible mistakes by their partner. Setting up didn't take long as they had their own ingredients and their kit was spotless after scrubbing them the night before.

"How well should we do?" Neville whispered hurriedly to Harry as they began to prepare their ingredients.

"Go all out. We aren't going to put up with anything this year, remember?"

"Of course. Thanks Harry."

The pair were interrupted by the scathing tones of the resident sadistic potions master, "Talking already, Potter, Longbottom. How… Disappointing. I would have hoped you would have realised that all your minimal intellect would be needed to spare your potion from a disasterous fate."

"I apologise, Professor. We were merely co-ordinating our roles in the creation of the sleeping draught you asked us to brew." Harry answered smoothly, not even bothering to turn around.

"Five points for cheek, Potter." Snape snapped as he stalked off in a swirl of robes. Harry and Neville just shared a look before continuing slowly with their potion.

Halfway through the lesson, a slight whistling sound warned the pair of an incoming attempt at sabotage. In an instant, Neville had his wand drawn and an invisible shield raised over the top of their cauldron. The ingredient hit the shield and was knocked gently away to land on their desk.

"That could have done some serious damage!" Neville hissed.

"I know! We could have been seriously injured if that had landed." Harry hissed back, glancing around the room for the culprit. Surprisingly, it wasn't any of the usual culprits as Malfoy was staring at their table in horror and looking around wildly with the same goal as Harry. Harry's heart sank when he realised who had done it. Ron was glaring at his workbench fiercely as if willing it to explode via willpower alone.

"It was Ron." Harry said dejectedly as he glanced back at Malfoy. Malfoy had clearly figured it out as he was now sending a death stare at the tall ginger.

"What?! The idiot! He's not worth your guilt Harry. You need to do what's best for you."

"I know. I just wish he understood why I had to do this."

"If he understood you wouldn't have had to do it in the first place, Harry."

"True. I guess I want my first friend back but I know it would be bad for me."

"What am I? Chopped liver? I'll always be here for you, just like Neville, Fred and George will." Tom's voice whispered from within Harry's skull.

"Thanks Tom."

The rest of potions passed without incident and the pair were left with a potion the exact shade of purple specified on the board. Working quickly, they bottled the potion to take up for marking and cleaned out their cauldron.

They walked up together and placed their labelled and spelled unbreakable phials on the desk. Snape's face visibly twitched when faced with their perfect potion and they could see how hard he was trying to find a way to get them in trouble for their work. Luckily, they'd been sure to leave him no way out. He would have to mark them correctly or they would go to another teacher and show their work. Pomphrey would be best as she used these potions regularly.

Grinning, the friends sped out of the classroom and straight into the waiting arms of a pair of freckled troublemakers.

"Everything go well?" Fred questioned cheerily.

"Flawlessly." Harry chirped.

"Never knew what hit him." Neville added, face split in a wide grin.

A cough behind them halted their progress and the whole group swivelled as one to stare at Draco Malfoy fidgeting in the centre of the now empty corridor.

"Yes, Mini Malfoy?" George asked cooly.

"I saw what Weasley tried to do to your potion."

"I know." Harry answered bluntly. Draco floundered for a moment before rallying.

"Why would he do that? You could have been in the hospital wing for a week!"

"Why do you care? You've done the same thing plenty of times."

"I know." Draco's proud head fell at that and he looked close to tears, "But only because it's expected of me and I never throw something that could do any serious harm like he did."

"What do you mean, expected of you?"

"I'm a Malfoy. Both my father and grandfather were Death Eaters and my mother's a Black. I'm meant to be evil and a git to anything Gryffindor. Especially Dumbledore's 'golden boy'." Draco sighed dejectedly.

"Fair enough." Neville quipped. "Guess we'll just have to kidnap you every so often to join us in our mad exploits. That alright with Tom, Harry?"

"Tom?"

Mini Malfoy would be a good friend if you can break him of his parents conditioning."

"Tom agrees."

"Who's Tom?" Draco asked, face scrunched up with confusion.

"All in good time, Mini Malfoy." Fred replied quickly.

"All in good time." George added just as quickly. That said, the four continued their lesurely journey to the Room, Draco trailing in their wake, still looking a little lost and confused.

They reached the Room and once their usual space was summoned they had to actively drag a gaping Malfoy inside and push him into a chair.

"What is this place?" Malfoy finally asked once he was capable of thought once more.

"This, my dear sir, is The Room of Requirement." Fred answered with a flourish.

"It turns into whatever it is you require at the time and fulfils all your needs once you've entered." George continued, taking pity on the still confused second year.

"Tom told us about it." Harry added helpfully.

"Still don't know who that is." Draco quipped.

"That would be me." Tom answered himself, appearing suddenly in the middle of the room.

Draco yelped loudly and fell out of his chair instantly, staring wide eyed at the young man standing before him.

"Hey Tom, you've grown again. You look about sixteen. What's that about?" Harry asked curiously, ignoring Malfoy for now.

"Now that I'm stronger and only choosing to share your mind and soul, I can start to grow separately from my host body. I aim to be about twenty five by the end of the year."

"That's great! You'll be able to openly get custody of me by then!"

"Exactly. Now, maybe we should explain to the poor little Slytherin on the floor." That said, the duo turned as one to stare at the still prone form of the Malfoy heir. Malfoy flushed under their gaze and scrambled up and back into his original chair.

"Right." Harry started. "Tom is a bit of Voldemort's soul that has been living in my body since the attack. I changed him through some rather useful twists in how the soul magic chose to work. Now he acts like an over protective parent or older sibling and we're currently patching his soul back together. Any questions?"

Draco fainted.

"Well that went very well, don't you think?" Neville announced cheerfully. "Now, what are we doing about Ronald?"

"Glad you asked." Fred stated, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Brother dearest needs a lesson."

"Too right, Gred. Something must be done. It is our solemn duty as older brothers."

"How about something Slytherin themed?" Neville suggested, smiling evilly.

"Beautiful!" Fred proclaimed. "Hit him where it hurts." George shouted happily.

"Maybe something Medusa inspired?" Harry added from where he was curled up into Tom's side.

"I like how you think, Harrikins." George answered distractedly as the three vengeful students set to work scribbling ideas down on a handy piece of parchment.

"Runes would be a good way to seal it…"

"…With that as a potion base."

"Then we could add a charm element…"

"…have it keyed to a word using that formula."

Once they'd finished the planning they set to work turning their thoughts into reality.

Draco woke to an explosion echoing through the room and shot upright in time to see the three inventors coughing while waving away a cloud of green smoke from around their protected heads.

"Too much lavender methinks." Muttered one of the twins.

"The rune element wasn't quite stable either." Neville added slowly, fiddling with something before straightening again. "Alright, round two?"

The twins nodded and the group dove right back in to their elaborate experiment.

"What?" Draco wandered aloud.

"Revenge for Weasley's potions stunt." Draco spun around in his chair to see Tom looking at him calmly with a sleeping Harry cuddled into his side. Draco couldn't help noticing how cute and vulnerable Harry looked like that and his long suppressed brotherly urges surged forth and zeroed in on the raven haired boy.

"Welcome to the family." Tom sighed, obviously interpreting whatever emotions were present on Draco's pale face.

"Thanks." Draco answered dazedly. "I've never really had one before."

"Well now you're a member of one of the strangest ones out there." Tom sighed, "And we seem to always be adding to it."

Draco snorted, "What's next? A criminal?"

"Could be, could very well be." Tom huffed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Draco could only stare, "What?"

"Sirius Black, convicted for a crime he didn't commit and Harry's godfather. I want him in Harry's life."

Draco fainted again. Tom sighed again. "I hope he doesn't make that a habit, it's very annoying."