AN: Hey guys. Back once more with the fifth chapter.

I think that I'm going to start updating every two weeks, maybe once in a while I'll update every one week, once again, I'm really sorry about not being able to update, things happen you know.

delenda est c: First off, thanks for being the first reviewer! Second off, your question was actually really good! The answer would be that Della ate it. She figured out that Harry's mind (and body) wouldn't be able to take the strain of having two souls and a fragment of a soul inside it, so she got rid of the spare. She absorbed the Horcrux, which was part of why Harry's original wand exploded. However, upon absorbing the soul, Della grew in power and hate. Which isn't necessarily good but isn't necessarily bad.

Annie (Guest): Sorry that it's not your cup of tea, I'll go back and put a warning on the first chapter. I don't really see why you felt the need to go and tell me though, I mean, I'm not going to take it down. :D

Anyway, without further ado, here is the fifth chapter.

"Normal Speak"

"Parsletongue"

"Della"

'Thoughts'

WARNING! While there are no graphic scenes in this chapter, it's only fair to warn you that Della will start becoming a very prominent character in these future chapters. This is because other houses tend to attack Slytherin students willy nilly because they're "evil" as such, Della will be becoming more agitated and aggressive as the chapters progress. As the attacks stop, so will she. This warning is because Della IS an OC, and not many people like OCs, so I apologize in advance for how this played out, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Deduction 5:

When Harry awoke again, he felt momentary panic when all he saw was white.

Then last night's events came back to him and he almost hit himself for (temporarily) forgetting.

He was still in the Hospital Wing.

A groan left the boy and he slumped back into the bed.

He had no idea what the time was, but he knew that he wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. He lay there for what seemed like hours before, finally, someone appeared.

A plump and aging witch appeared in front of him, a stern look on her face and her hands on her hips.

"Good morning Mr. Potter." She said, "My name is Madam Pomfrey. I'm the Mediwitch. Would you care to explain to me exactly what happened yesterday night?"

Harry had the decency to blush.

"Err, well, I don't actually know."

Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow.

"You see, I don't actually KNOW what causes my blackouts, I just know that it doesn't happen frequently and that they're usually random." He explained. "I also know that the blackouts happen when I have a headache caused by white noise, or brought on by white noise."

"I see…" She said, getting her wand out and waving it. She muttered and incantation and Harry was bathed in blue light.

"Well, the good news is, is that you're free to go, there is no lasting damage from your blackout yesterday, except for a couple bumps and bruises from when you hit the floor."

"And the bad news?"

"I can't seem to determine the cause of your blackouts. They seem to be controlled by someone, or something, but whatever it is, it's not showing on my scan."

Harry gulped, but then shrugged it off and slunk out of bed.

"Well I'll be going now then?" He asked, inching towards the door.

"Yes yes of course. You should still have time to get to your common room and change. The Slytherin common room is down in the dungeon. Go straight down, take two lefts, a right and then another left, you'll then come into a fork, take the right path for the other one leads to a dead end. Mr. Malfoy told me that the password is Basilisk." She said, waving good bye.

Harry mumbled a good bye and left the room, shaking off the question of "how did I get into pajamas in the first place?"

He would never be more grateful to his eidetic memory than he was the moment he stepped into the labyrinth that was the dungeons.

The place was HUGE, and without Madam Pomfrey's directions, he would have gotten lost a million times by now. He still made a mental note to come back on a free day and memorize the dungeons.

For educational purposes of course.

When he arrived at a brick wall, Harry did feel rather stupid whispering Basilisk to it, though the feeling went away when the wall receded and opened to reveal a rather cozy looking common room done in silver and different shades of green.

He felt right at home.

Well I mean, he would, if everyone wasn't staring at him as if he had grown a second head. He shifted and slowly shuffled into the room, his face slowly growing redder as whispers joined the staring.

And then…

"Harry!" He heard, before a flash of blonde crashed into him and almost sent him spiraling to the floor.

"Hey Draco, I didn't realize you were a hugger." He teased, outright laughing when Draco pulled away and straightened himself up.

"I'm not, I was just worried about you." He said, feigning aloofness.

"Mmhmm, sure." Harry said, wincing when he was hit on the arm. "Hey hey! I'm still fragile you know!"

"Sure you are, come on, I'll show you to our room."

"Our?"

"I was able to convince Severus to let us stay in the same room together, since I know how to deal with your blackouts and such."

"If by 'know how to deal' means 'scream like a little girl' then yes, yes you know exactly how to deal with them." He snarked, wincing when he got a sharp smack upside the head this time. "Rude!"

"You deserved it."

Harry gave Draco a Look, which the blonde just snorted at, continuing up the stairs.

"The other flight of stairs leads to the girls rooms, girls can't come to our dorms and we can't go to theirs." He said.

Harry frowned.

"Well what happens if we do?"

"Forcibly ejected, it launches you or something."

"Oh that's just cool."

Draco scoffed.

"Of course you would think that."

"Hey! I was raised by muggles, I think being amused by an ejecting stairwell should be just the beginning!"

The blonde rolled his eyes and opened the second door on the left.

"Well here we are." He said.

Harry's mouth fell open as he walked into the big and spacious room. It was done in the same colors as the common room, the difference being that there were two beds on opposite sides of the room. His trunk rested in front of the right most bed, and Cain was happily lounging in his terrarium on said trunk.

"Where's Hedwig?" He asked.

"Oh, she's in the Owlery, where she's supposed to be."

Harry made a noise of acknowledgement, squeaking and stumbling when Draco pushed him towards his bed.

"Get dressed! Breakfast starts soon and the first years have to follow the older years out." He said.

Harry frowned.

"Why?" He asked, doing as he was told however and quickly rummaging through his trunk for another set of robes. Which, he was pleasantly surprised to find out, we're emblazoned with the Slytherin insignia.

"Apparently the other houses don't like us very much, and we're officially prone to attack now."

Harry promptly dropped his robes to gawk at Draco.

"You're kidding me."

Draco shook his head sadly.

"No I'm afraid not. Now hurry and get dressed, I don't want to miss breakfast." He said, quickly striding out of the room, leaving Harry to his inner turmoil.

The lights in the room flickered as Harry stared at the robes in his hand. From his position on the trunk, Cain lifted his head to stare at the prostrate boy.

The snake then scurried to hide behind his sunning rock when Harry turned to look at him.

The boy blinked and huffed, confused by the snake's action, but quickly changed into his robes.

Then a demonic sounding giggle resonated through the room and the lights flickered once again. Harry lifted his head and blinked in confusion.

"What was that?" He asked, looking around the room and then shrugging, slipping on his shoes and grabbing his book bag as he scurried out the door to join Draco and the older years.

"Is turkey even a breakfast food?"

"… You know, I'm not entirely sure."

The three boys and one girl (Two from different houses) stared at the turkey in the middle of the table, unaware of multiple pairs of eyes on them.

"Like, a turkey sandwich Id understand, heck even just cold cuts of turkey!" Harry said, giving the steaming bird the Evil Eye, "but a WHOLE Thanksgiving turkey? That's just pushing it."

There were murmurs of agreement from his friends (and a couple from across the table) as they continued to stare at the offending fowl.

Ah, I should recap.

The breakfast had started normally, with Draco and Harry following the older years to the table, where the two boys began eating. Harry, bacon and eggs with a bowl of fruit, and Draco had oatmeal ("That's gross Draco." "YOU'RE gross." "RUDE!").

After they had finished their food, they had been joined by their two other friends from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw respectively ("Hey guys!" "Everyone's staring at us Hermione." Half-hearted shrug). Ron had informed them that they would probably have trouble later, as now most of Gryffindor thought Harry was going to be the next Dark Lord due to his assignment to Slytherin.

Harry thought this fact was dumb. The others were inclined to agree.

Hermione then informed them that they had nothing to worry about from Ravenclaw, as her house didn't care.

The four friends then dropped the topic, and so began the Awkward Silence of Doom.

Which was soon broken when Ron noticed that there was a whole turkey on the table.

Not turkey sandwiches, not turkey sausages, not even turkey cold cuts. But a whole Thanksgiving turkey right smack dab in the middle of the table.

Everyone (and I do mean everyone) was rather confused to the addition of the large bird, and no one knew what to do with it.

Which brings us to the present, and the four people examining the turkey.

"Should we… Should we eat it?" Harry asked, hesitantly picking up a fork.

Ron followed his lead with a grin.

"Now you're speaking my language." He said, positioning the fork and stabbing it into the turkey.

The result was instantaneous.

The bird exploded into confetti and fireworks, which lit up the Great Hall with "CONGRATULATIONS ON INNER-HOUSE UNITY! 50 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN, RAVENCLAW AND GRYFFINDOR!"

This of course cause three things to happen simultaneously.

1) Harry and Ron, who were standing closest to the bird, were covered in confetti and Harry fell back with a sound that could only be described as "squeaky toy noise". Ron was more or less just frozen in shock with the biggest frown on his face.

2) Hermione and Draco burst into loud rambunctious laughter (which Draco would later deny to ever doing), clutching their stomachs and leaning on one another for support.

3) The Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin houses burst into loud cheering and clapping at being awarded 50 points without even doing anything.

Luckily the houses calmed down rather quickly when the professors began to hand out the schedules.

"We're going back to our houses, we'll see each other later okay?" Hermione said, tugging Ron backwards.

"Yeah! I hope we have some classes together!" Chirped Harry, waving goodbye to his friends.

Snape gave him a stern look when he passed, scoffing when he only got a cheeky grin in return.

"Here are your schedules. First and Second years have required classes, but when you go into Third year, you can start picking your own classes." He explained, handing the rectangle pieces of parchment to the two boys.

"Thank you Professor Snape." They chorused.

"So what do we have on deck?" Harry asked, looking at his schedule.

"We have… Transfiguration, Charms, a free period and Double Potions with Gryffindor on Monday's, Wednesday's and Friday's. And History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy and Double Herbology with Ravenclaw On Tuesdays and Thursdays. Also Flying Lessons are on Wednesday." Draco said.

Harry shrugged.

"Doesn't seem too bad." He said.

"Well, I suppose the severity of the schedule is dependent on what our work load will be."

"Dang. Big words."

Draco smacked Harry and then picked up his bag, following the older years out with the chortling ravenette hot on his trail.

Transfiguration was a rather boring class when you could recite the course book by memory.

Of course the highlight of the class was when someone named Blaise and a girl named Pansy ran in late and got the surprise of a lifetime when the cat on the desk transformed into the professor.

Luckily Professor McGonagall didn't deduct any points from their class, but it was still amusing to watch.

Harry thought it had been rather rude when Draco had snickered at them for the rest of the period and made his discomfort known by kicking the blonde repeatedly under the table.

Charms was a lot easier in theory and Harry quickly learned that you couldn't survive from just reading the book.

Luckily an eidetic memory helped in the practical part too, because he was one of three people who had been able to cast the breeze charm they were working on, on the first shot.

The other two were, Draco (Obviously) and a boy named Theodore Nott, who was rather shy and didn't deal well with the praise he was given.

They had been given a rather ridiculous amount of homework for the first day back from classes, which found three boys in the library during their free period, trying to get at least a little bit of work done.

Harry, Draco and their new found friend Theodore, ("Please call me Theo." "All righty!") were working on an essay for Transfiguration due on Wednesday.

Well more like Draco and Theo were working. Harry had finished his in his head and then committed it to paper once they entered the library.

"You have no idea how unfair this is." Draco commented, taking a break from his book.

"What do you mean?" Harry questioned, looking up from his doodling of a currently unknown female.

"I mean your eidetic memory! It's not fair."

"Whoa, you have an eidetic memory?" Theo asked, a small smile spreading on his face at the nod of confirmation. "Well that explains how you got it done so quickly."

"Yeah." Harry said, returning to his drawing, frowning at it, the girl currently didn't have a face, but even without it, it didn't look right. "Also, how is it unfair? It's not like I can control it! It's more of a curse than a blessing anyway!"

"At least help us! Instead of sitting there drawing whatever it I- what the hell are you drawing Harry?" Draco asked, horror spreading across his face.

Theo blinked at the sudden fright that appeared in the blonde and took a peek at Harry's drawing, recoiling back as if burned.

"Harry? Why are you drawing a grudge?" He asked.

Harry looked up from his 'fixed' drawing of the girl. He had drawn two eyes with nothing but a circle of white and a mouth that wasn't even a mouth, it was just a row of teeth curved in what seemed to be a smile. The rest of the girl was completely black and she seemed to be spewing smoke.

"It's not a grudge!" Harry protested, crossing his arms. "It's Della."

"Della?" Questioned the other two boys.

"Yeah! Della! She was an imaginary friend I had when I was younger. She was always so serious and REALLY scary! But she would protect me from rats and things like that so I didn't really mind." He said, smiling.

Theo and Draco shared a look before smiling at Harry.

"Ah I see… Could I have that picture Harry? Its surprisingly good for something made predominantly of black." Draco said, holding his hand out for the parchment.

"Huh? Oh, yeah sure." Harry said, blowing on the paper a couple times to make sure the ink was set before handing it to the blonde.

Draco smiled at Harry again before taking the picture and looking at it. He flinched.

The picture had changed.

Her toothy smile had changed into an obvious grimace, and she seemed to be glaring at him.

"Err… Harry?" Draco questioned.

"Yeah Draco?" Replied Harry.

"Did you enchant this picture to move?"

"I can do that?"

"I'll take that as a no."

"Why?"

"Della's expression changed." He said, showing Harry the drawing.

"No it didn't. She's still as happy as ever." Harry said, confusion on his face.

Draco looked, and sure enough, it was true. Della was once more smiling, though when he turned the photo to face him, he watched as she glowered once more.

"That is really creepy." Theo whispered to Draco.

Draco was inclined to agree. He folded up the photo and tucked it into his bag.

"Let's get to Potions okay? Severus will have our heads if we're late." Theo said, getting up.

The other two boys followed his lead and retrieved their things before heading out of the library.

The three boys ended up at the potions classroom, 20 minutes before class was starting. The door had been unlocked, so they entered and took their seats, Draco and Harry sitting together whilst Theo sat behind them.

"Hey Theo?" Harry questioned.

"Hmm?" Theo asked, looking up from his potions text.

"We have this class with the Gryffindors, and I have a friend in Gryffindor. Would you mind if he sat with you?"

Theo grimaced, shifting uneasily in his seat.

"I don't know…"

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Well, you see, I'm not like you two, I don't have a dad that works as a School Board Governor, and I'm not the Boy Who Lived-"

"I like to think of myself as the Boy Who Wouldn't Die." Harry chirped.

Theo and Draco snorted.

"ANYWAY." Said Theo, "I'm not like you two, so if I'm seen with a Gryffindor, I could get in a lot of social trouble, and its already hard enough making friends as it is…" He finished, looking down at the desk.

"But Theo, aren't we your friends?" Draco asked, turning in his seat to look at the boy.

Theo's head shot up.

"Y-You mean it?"

"Hell yeah - Ow! Draco why?" Harry exclaimed, rubbing the spot where Draco smacked him.

"Don't swear."

"You swore earlier!"

"That doesn't mean you can."

Theo laughed.

Harry and Draco shared a look and then laughed along with him.

When they finally regained their breath, the other students were shuffling in.

"So what do you say?" Asked Harry.

Theo looked thoughtful and then hesitantly nodded.

"Yeah all right. But I expect you guys to stand up for me if I get bullied for this." He said.

"Better yet, Ill punch them for you!"

"Harry no, you'll get in trouble." Draco scolded.

Harry gave Draco a Look and then turned to look at the door.

"Ah there he is! Hey Ron! Over here!" He chirped, waving his hand in the air at the redhead.

Said redhead brightened considerably and hurried over to trio, sitting himself next to Theo.

"Hey guys!" Ron said, turning to Theo and holding his hand out. "Ron Weasley, who're you?"

Theo frowned, but took the hand anyway, giving it an uneasy shake.

"Theodore Nott…"

"Oh hey! Your dad is a writer right?"

At that Theo looked astonished and Harry and Draco shared a smile.

"W-well yes, but he mostly writes medical books, how did you?"

"Know about them? I saw a couple in Flourish and Botts and I read a little bit. They're really interesting."

Theo brightened at that and quickly launched into a discussion with Ron about his dads books.

"Uh oh. Guys shh! The professors coming!" Someone mock whispered from their position by the door.

"Do you think Severus is going to be strict?" Harry asked as said man strode into the room, his robes billowing about him.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or incantations in my class." The man said, effectively answering Harry's question.

Severus started the class like Professor Flitwick had, by taking roll, making a noticeable pause at Harry's name. Although, the pause did seem rather scripted.

"I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of a softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper on death." He said.

Harry was intrigued to say the least, and hoped he looked as enthusiastic as he felt.

"Potter!"

Too enthusiastic.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry's mind worked a mile a minute and the answer surfaced after a moment.

"It makes a sleeping potion. One called the Draught of Living Death." He said.

"Good, ten points to Slytherin."

The snake house murmured its delight and Harry smiled despite himself.

"Potter."

Huh? Was he too happy now?

"Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"In the stomach of a goat sir."

"Good. Ten more points to Slytherin."

Ron audibly groaned behind him and Harry winced.

"Mr. Weasley." Severus said, voice dripping poison as he looked at Ron.

Ron froze like a deer in headlights.

"Tell me, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Ron looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

"They're the same plant." Harry whispered under his breath.

"Uhhh…" Ron said, stalling for time.

"They're the same plant!" He said again, whispering a little louder, but not loud enough for Snape to hear him.

"They're um, the same plant sir." Ron stuttered.

Severus stared at Ron for a while and Harry was almost certain that the redhead would spontaneously combust.

"Very good. Ten points to Gryffindor." He said, looking as if he had just drunk sour milk.

Ron visibly relaxed and the Gryffindor side let out a small whoop.

At that Snape whirled around and demanded that everyone write down what he just said.

Then the man set everyone to work on a simple potion to cure boils.

Everything was going smoothly, this was another class where theory wouldn't be of use, and Harry discovered that he was more useful cutting the ingredients than actually making the potion.

Ron also sucked at potions, but luckily Theo didn't.

Then, of course, all good things must come to an end.

There was an ear shattering explosion from the other side of the room, and Harry and his friends turned to see Seamus and his partner Neville, covered in potion.

"Idiot boy!" Severus barked, striding over to the Gryffindors. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville only whimpered as boils began appearing on his face.

"Mr. Finnegan! Take him to the infirmary." He directed, watching as Seamus helped the boy out of the classroom. "Anyone else who was doused in the potion report to the infirmary at once. The rest of you get back to work."

An hour later everyone had finished their potions. Draco had won 10 points to Slytherin for his perfect potion, and Ron was able to win 5 for his and Theo's.

"Mr. Potter." Severus intoned as Harry was picking up his things.

"Yes Professor Snape?" He questioned quietly.

"Please wait for a moment, I have something I need to tell you." He said.

"Oh! Professor, when you're done with Harry, I have something to show you." Draco said, waving to Harry as he left the room.

"Yes professor?" Harry asked, approaching his head of house's desk.

"I have some news about your godfather." Severus said.

"Really?! What? Is he going to get out?"

"No, the Wizengamot has yet to get it through their heads that Black is innocent."

"Oh…"

"But, they have allowed you to go visit him."

"Really? When?"

"October 17."

"That's a Saturday correct?"

"Correct, I will take you to see him, and then you will talk with a Wizengamot member about what you remember." Severus said, smiling at the boy.

"Yay! Thank you so much Sev!" Harry said, going around the desk to hug the seated man.

"You're welcome brat."

"I'll leave so you can talk to Draco.

Draco came in as soon as Harry left.

"What did you want to see me about?" Severus asked, looking at his godchild in concern.

"Uncle Sev, today during our free period Theo, Harry and I were working on our assigned work. Harry finished first and started drawing and well… you need to see what he drew." Draco finished, pulling out the folded piece of parchment and opening it, staring at Della's still grimacing face.

He passed it to Severus.

And looked surprised when the man went three shades paler.

"Draco… Did Harry draw her with this expression?" He asked.

"You mean the grimace? No, she just turned into that when I took the paper, she was originally smiling… if you could call it that."

"She is no longer grimacing."

"What?!"

Draco rushed over to his godfather's side and sure enough, the drawing was no longer grimacing.

Instead, she was smiling widely, the words "Hello Severus!" written in oozing ink.

"How? Harry doesn't know how to enchant paper!" Draco asked, looking at the creepy picture.

"He doesn't, but I suspect that this is her work. How does he know about her?"

"He told me that her name is Della, that she was an imaginary friend that he had… What do you mean by her? She's not real!"

"… You'll find out soon enough Draco, I'm sure of it. For now, I will hold on to the picture, you go and keep Harry company." Severus said, motioning for the blonde to leave.

"What? Uncle Sev! You have to tell me what's going on!" Draco protested, but headed towards the door anyway.

"No I do not Draco, besides like I said, you'll find out soon enough. Go."

Draco snapped his mouth shut and glared at the floor, giving a curt nod and leaving quickly, smiling at Harry.

Severus watched the door close and sighed.

"Oh Lily," He said, looking towards the ceiling. "How am I to keep your son safe with such a monster inside him?"

AN: And it's over! Woo, I didn't take too long with this one.

Next chapter will be about Draco and Theo meeting Della after their flying lesson. Ron will find out about her eventually, just as soon as I can figure out a situation in which she'll be drawn out!

After that will be the Sirius visitation

And finally the all amazing Halloween troll incident! Where Hermione learns of Della.

Sorry about how suddenly involved she is, it's just how the plot works.

I don't have anything planned out after those three events, but I'll work with it!