There isn't much action in this chapter, sorry about that, but I do let slip a bit about Slytherin's life to make up for it. As you have probably noticed I've had problem with point of view change on I have just written pov change at each switch and hopefully it will go through this time grrrrrrrrrrr!

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Harry woke the next morning feeling refreshed. He had a lot to be thankful for: yesterday was behind him, and it was Friday. The prospect of not going to class was a blessing after the hectic week he had had. Harry lounged in bed until the last possible moment then hurried to get dressed and down to breakfast before it disappeared. Students were just finishing up when he entered the dinning hall. Harry swept by the table and nicked a couple pieced of toast as the tables emptied. He sighed that was a close one.

Ron waited for him at the foot of the stair. "I didn't think you were going to make it." The red head fell into step beside his friend. "In a better mood today?" Harry only nodded munching on his toast. "Are you going to tell me why you were mad yesterday or am I going to have to play two hundred questions?"

Harry stopped a frown on his face. He swallowed the toast he had been chewing. "Two hundred questions? I thought it was twenty questions."

"I'm no good a guessing. Spill."

Harry smiled at his friend's admission. He shrugged. "Yesterday I had a problem, but today is better."

"So the problem's fixed."

"No."

"No?" Ron stared at his friend aghast. "Then how can it be better?"

"Because now I know what to do about it." Harry eyed his friend. "Hey Ron, I think I'm coming down with Marauder Syndrome, want to learn a new spell?" They had reached the Charms class room by now so Ron couldn't answer, but he did smile and wink at his friend.

Harry smiled back. He was tired of being paranoid. If this was what it meant to be Slytherin he wanted no part of House or Founder. Harry looked around the room and spotted Hermione over by the window and porously sat next to her. She glanced at him before returning to her book. That's 'Mione for ya, werewolves wouldn't keep her from studying. Harry took the girl's transfiguration note out of his bag and slipped them onto the page she was reading. "Peace offering," He elaborated, "I bring knowledge."

Hermione huffed a laugh. "I bring chocolate." She reached into her bag and handed Harry a chocolate frog.

Harry blinked. "How did... where..."

Hermione giggled. "I always have them with me, and give them to you and Ron when you get board with studying. It's good for ten minutes silence and neither of you even realize your eating them." Her eyes glazed over. "It's funny really. The both of you are just like little boys, and Heaven help me, I'm your mother."

Harry blushed. I do so know when I'm eating, he thought furiously completely oblivious to the fact he was munching on the chocolate frog. He turned to Hermione to tell her just that, but all her attention was on Pro. Flit wick: class had started. He shrugged, at least they were friends again. Where did that chocolate frog go?

pov change

After classes Harry was pounced on by Ron, literally. The red head had hung back to speak to the new DADA teacher, Pro. Sternidel. Next thing Harry knew he was on the ground. "Jee mate, if I had known you were going to fall over I wouldn't have surprised you."

Harry glared up at his friend. Does surprise mean push in your vocabulary?"

Ron pitied his friend some times. "I do have five brothers, so yes, I do believe

just about everything goes back to pushing, teasing, or shoving. Just be careful of what you eat and you should be fine." This did not bode well for the near future. "What about that new spell you were talking about?"

"Well, as you know I've learned a few new spells." Harry hedged. "One of them is perfect for a prank."

Ron nodded his head, "Tell me. What?" Harry's brow had quirked at the sincerity of his tone. "Hey I am related to The Weasely Twins."

Harry shook his head, "Well then let's talk, my friend."

pov change

Both boys arrived at dinner still giggling. No one paid them any attention, the trio lived in its own little world, and they reasoned that it probably wasn't that funny anyway. Harry and Ron sat with Hermione. Ron let out a cheer when Harry sat down across from the studious girl.

"Finally made up did you."

"In a manner of speaking." Hermione turned toward Harry. "You told Dumbledore."

"Yes, I told him what I could. Do you forgive me?" Harry did his best puppy-eyed impression. Hermione giggled and nodded her head. Maybe this wont be so bad, he doesn't act any different toward me, she thought. Hermione was still a bit scared of her friend. Only time will tell.

"I forgive you." Hermione paused for a moment. "What do you mean: 'I told him what I could?" Harry paused for too long. "You didn't tell him about your past life." Hermione crossed her arms.

Harry ducked his head. "I told you why I couldn't do that." He glanced down the table. "Can we not talk about this here?"

"Whatever." Hermione studiously ignored him for the rest of the meal.

pov change

Harry sighed as he made his way out to the pitch. Hermione was mad at him, very mad. At least she's no longer afraid if that look in her meant anything Hermione wanted to hit me. He understood, in principle why Hermione wanted him to tell Dumbledore, but the bottom line was that Harry didn't trust the old man. It wasn't so much that the Headmaster wanted to protect him it's that the old coot kept information from Harry that could have saved a life. Sirius' life.

He came out on the pitch and spotted a blond head sitting in the stands. Harry blinked. He shuffled over to Draco and sat down. The other boy moved to put at least three feet between them. "I thought you would have me waiting out here for the rest of the night." Harry stated, impressed with Draco's punctual ness.

The blond glared. "I want to know what you're up to."

"Well, today I just thought we would talk. I told you what I'm going to do. I'm going to teach you to stand up to your father. On my honor." Harry gazed at the sun sinking behind the trees.

"Honor? It didn't sound like you had any honor left last night. What happened to that Slytherin Harry?" Draco set his quarry as a jab and succeeded abominably. Harry flinched at the mention of Slytherin. If only you knew, Draco, if only you knew.

"I have things I have to do no matter the cost to myself."

"Still planning to defeat the Dark Lord all by yourself," Draco sneered. "you are so full of yourself. It sickens me."

"But you do like what I have to offer. Maybe I can even bring you over to my side." Harry smiled at Draco.

"Don't hold your breath Potter; I still hate mudbloods and muggles. I only don't what to be a slave for the rest of my life. I'm still against everything you stand for." Draco tried to stare Harry down.

Harry ducked his head, "Fair enough, but your end of the deal..."

"Don't worry Potter, I'll keep our bargain."

"Couldn't expect anything more. All right then, let's get started."

Draco jumped. "I thought we were only going to talk."

"We are, but I think you'll want to know what to expect." At Draco's nod Harry continued. "Draco, I can't put this lightly and I'm sorry, but You are a spineless wimp." Draco glared. "I'm going to have to teach you confidence. A little bit of Gryffindorness will be good for you." Harry almost laughed at the look of pure horror on the blond boy's face. "The only way I know how to do that is to teach you how to fight."

"Wait a minute, I only want protection..."

"And I'm going to give you that protection, for all that he was a fraud, Moody's idea of 'constant vigilance' that he taught in class is a good thing to keep in mind."

"That man was crazy," Draco shouted.

"Yes I know but the idea is rather Slytherin if you think about it. I said I would protect you from Voldemort," Draco flinched at the name, "and I'm going to do that by teaching you to protect yourself. The only way I know how to do that is to teach you how to knife fight."

Draco blinked. "Knife fight? You know how to fight with knives?"

"Yes, and I'm going to teach you."

"But that's a muggle thing. An out of date muggle thing at that."

"Draco, let me tell you a story. You wont believe it but it's true." Harry looked down at his hands, he didn't know why he was doing this. "A long time ago," He began, "There was a young wizard who for the most part couldn't do anything beyond basic spells. One day said idiot stole an ancient manuscript from a library that was going to be burned for housing heretic books. He figured he could get some money on the black market for it.

"Anyway. One night with nothing better to do the boy opened the book and tried to puzzle through all the squiggly lines inside, without much success. He flipped through the book looking at the pretty pictures until he came to a page that he could read. This was a shock for the boy considering peasants weren't known for their reading skills back then and vagabonds less so. But he did read that page. On that page was a type of creed for the Dark Lord..."

"Whoa, wait a moment. Are you trying to tell me there are rules to being a Dark Lord?"

"Not really, The Dark Lord pretty much has free reign after he kills his predecessor." Draco blinked. "Back then," Harry continued, "Or I should say long before then the Dark Lord wasn't some manic that wanted to take over the world. The Dark Lord was the High Priest of a magical religious order. That creed compels whoever reads it to go out and kill the current Dark Lord and take his place."

"And a boy who could hardly do magic read the creed?" At Harry's nod Draco exploded. "That's preposterous!"

"I know, but it's true. And the boy did hunt down the Dark Lord..."

"And died a horrible death, the end."

"Actually no, the Old Dark Lord was a pompous ass, and got within twenty feet of said boy confident that the squirt couldn't do anything. The boy just happened to have a gift for throwing knives. Pompous Ass got one in the left eye and Little Squirt became the new Dark Lord."

"That's a load of crap, you can't beat a wizard with a knife."

"Oh really," was the only warning Draco got before something scraped the hair on top of his head. He turned around to see one of the dinner knives embedded in the wooden bench. "Sorry, didn't mean to nick you. Dinner knives aren't really for throwing. I did hit my target though." Harry pointed out with childish pride.

"The bench isn't much of a target, I could have hit it." Draco spat.

"Take a closer look." Draco sighed and looked at the knife again not really seeing the point. Then he saw it. The knife wasn't only imbedded in the wood. It pinned a fire fly there. Draco gulped.

"Do you want to learn? It wouldn't be what your enemies expect."

Draco turned to the Gryffindor. "I still think that story is a load of crap."

"I wouldn't believe it either if I didn't already know it was true. So yes?"

"Yes, but how. You don't expect me to learn with stolen dinner knives do you?"

Harry smiled. "No, the room of requirement will have everything we need." His voice hardened. "I trust you still know where it is."

"Yes," Draco whispered back.

"See you Sunday then."

"Why not tomorrow."

"I have other plans." Harry winked at him and strode off to meet Ron.

pov change

"Man I hope Filch doesn't catch us." Ron muttered as he cast yet another spell on the entry way to the Great Hall.

"He wont," Harry assured. "Cast the purple now."

"Why do we have to cast each spell separately?"

"So that all the colors attach to the proper personality trait, if we don't everyone will end up being grey." Harry answered.

"Well, that would server the purpose of the prank and be much faster."

"But this is a personality spell, Ron; I suggest you take notes. Tomorrow will be interesting."

Ron smiled wickedly at his friend, "I can't wait. Blue next?"