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Week of Changes

Monday

Evening

Library

Harry Potter was in a joyous mood that night as he took his seat next to Hermione in the Library, getting a weird look by the Librarian as he entered, only for him to give her a cheeky wink. Hermione seemed absorbed in her notes as he set the Golden Egg that he'd gotten from the Tournament onto the desk, making Hermione glance at the new occupant to the table.

"Hi Harry" she whispered. "What did Professor Dumbledore want?"

"He wanted to know where I was sleeping"

"Which you replied" she ended, knowing that Harry would've lied to him.

"With Fred and George"

She sighed as she lifted her head to look at her friend "You should tell Professor Dumbledore the truth, he has got your best interests at heart, Harry" she said after Harry told her about the Room of Requirement a couple of days ago.

"Yeah, my best interests" he sighed, not wanting to go into this area of questioning, knowing that Hermione would support the highest authority figure.

"Yes he does, Harry. You should listen to your elders Harry" she lectured him

"Dumbledore is a manipulate bastard"

"HARRY" this seemed to snap Hermione out of her quiet behaviour "How can you say that?"

"I can say it because I am Harry Potter" he smiled, ending the conversation there.

"You're an annoying git at times"

"You wouldn't love me if I wasn't"

"I tend to disagree" as he copied the twins and stuck his tongue out at her playfully. The minutes ticked by slowly as Harry dived into the books, learning the spells so he could test them out when in private while Hermione looked at the Golden Egg that was in the centre of the table.

"Is there a reason why you brought the Golden Egg?"

"Oh, that" he faked surprise badly "The ladies seem to dig it. George and Fred think it brings out the maternal instinct in women" he finished and dived back into the content.

"You shouldn't trust what George and Fred say. Half of what they say is rubbish"

"More than half, I'd say" he corrected her.

"Whatever" she muttered, hating the fact that Harry would attempt to correct her. He just smiled and continued with his work, knowing that his new attitude was really bugging his best friend.

Tuesday

Great Hall

The morning came along quickly after he'd spent a lovely 8 hours in his bed. The night had given him enough time to wrap his head around what had happened the previous day. He knew that this morning would be interesting to see if Ron would be present.

This was where he was at the moment as he looked down the long table where all the Gryffindor students sat apart from Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville. A gleeful smile formed on his face as he realised that they'd probably be in the Headmaster's office. The next viewpoint of interest would be Krum who once again seemed to be looking in this direction, making him think that something was going on between his best friend and the world class Quidditch player.

"Why are you so happy? Got another date or something" George teased.

"What?" Harry muttered as he looked at the twin in question. "No, but Alicia looks tasty" he licked his lips for added effect, knowing that George had a thing for the girl in question.

"You better not, Potter" George warned.

Harry continued like he hadn't heard anything "Well she's single I think, magnificent body. Yes, I think she'll do" he continued, attempting to stand but being stopped midway as George brought him back to his seat.

"Don't talk about Alicia like that" George warned him seriously.

Harry knew there was a way to stop this. "There is a way to stop my advances" he paused, allowing George to think for a moment "Ask her out you mug" he sighed. "You should be paying me instead of the other way around" he let George think about it as he saw what the event he was waiting for.

Karkaroff came down the aisle that was near the Gryffindor and the Slytherin's tables, stopping at the gang of students that surrounded Krum. As he whispered into Krum's ear he could see the sense of shock that covered the Quidditch stars face, the kind of shock that was formed when a number of boys planned to use your body as a sexual object to please their sick fantasies. He had to stifle his laughter as the boy was dragged from the hall by Karkaroff, Krum dragged his heels in the process.

"A party" he spoke as Krum disappeared out of the doors. George and Fred looked up confused "I think I'll have a party. It'll let me meet new people and further my dating history. You can even invite Alicia, George"

"Where would this mystical party take place?" Fred responded, trying to plan parties before but always being caught in the act.

"My room of course" he whispered. "It'll be perfect, get a band to play, get the alcohol flowing"

"How do you plan on getting students to attend this 'party' and get a band?"

"That's where two of the biggest pranksters I know will come in" the twins seemed intrigued to who he was referring to "George and Fred Weasley, they go by"

"Wait...us" they seemed dumfounded for a moment as their names were mentioned. "You want us to bring in the masses"

"Who else? Of course if you're not up for the challenge I could ask someone else" he challenged them, seeing their resolve disappearing as they seemed to shake with excitement.

"No...No. We can do it, Harry" the twins stuttered in unison, believing for the first time that this could be pulled off. "If you can set up the location we can get the people" they smiled eagerly.

"I'll probably ask Dobby for help but if you need his services then he should be free" he paused before he went on "I'll need you to get some entertainment as well, other than the band" they raised their eyebrows "I haven't really got the power just yet" he bowed his head in sadness "but two of the biggest pranksters..." he began again.

"I love the praise Harry, so I'll just say we'll the entertainment" George replied, knowing that the praise was one of their tricks when trying to persuade someone to do something for them.

"Have you got any preferences on the Guest List"

"Not really, just make it so that only students from your year and upwards are invited. I don't really want dozens of fan girls, drunken fan girls buzzing around me"

"Ahhh, but fan girls are the best" Fred moaned.

"Then maybe I'll invite Ginny along" he suggested to the twins, not really into the youngest Weasley but would invite her if it pissed of the twins.

"Point taken" they said in unison as they thought about how obsessed there sister was still over Harry. She'd calmed down slightly but nowhere near enough to be near Harry for a number of minutes without feeling giddy with his presence.

"When do you plan for it to be?"

"Friday or Saturday, if that's ok with you guys"

"That's fine Harry. Saturday should give us more than enough time to set it up. After all, we are the best at what we do"

"What are you talking about" Hermione spoke as she took a seat next to Harry. As she saw the mischievous smiles of the twins and Harry she knew something was going on. "What are you planning?"

"Hey, why do you jump to that conclusion? We could be talking about School work for all you know"

A snort came from her as she stared at the twins after the effect it had on Harry had died out. After a couple of seconds George broke. "Fine, we're not talking about anything productive"

"What were you talking about then" she inquired patiently. Harry seeing the twins breaking as Hermione kept up the glare stepped in to help them out as he placed an arm around her shoulder.

"Hermione" she looked at his face "It would be better if you didn't know about our conversation, seeing as you would be considered an accessory to breaking the rules"

She seemed to think about it for a moment, her need to know outweighed her need to follow the rules even if she would moan about it later "I still want to know"

Harry smiled as he knew this wouldn't stop her, so he did the thing that he seemed to be good at doing recently. "Well I'm not telling" He licked his lips several times and planted his lip upon her cheek, making her yelp in surprise as his mouth made contact with her.

"Ewww, Harry" she moaned as he pulled back, a blush coloured her cheeks as Krum looked angrily at him.

That's going to be a problem

Lunch

At lunch Ron and the rest of his minions made an appearance. Their faces were pale, like they'd seen a ghost or more likely, seen Mrs Weasley when she was angry. This was what Harry leant towards as he looked at them nursing there food, which showed that Ron wasn't right seeing as he'd usually shovel down the food like he was a food compactor.

Dean seemed to be in his own universe as he looked at nothing in particular while Seamus seemed to be muttering something to Neville, explaining to the nervous boy what had just happened. Harry could decipher some of the words as they left their mouths because the twins had shown him the basics.

'I don't own anything in leather' Neville mouthed.

'I don't know why you're asking me'

'I don't even like leather, it sticks to my body'

'I want to know who would make up these rumours'

'Well at least we had Dumbledore's guarantee that they wouldn't spread' Dean muttered.

You'd be so lucky

Wednesday

He knew the news of Ron's sexual preference would eventually make it to the student's ears, knowing the order in which the information would've been passed. From what he could tell Dumbledore would've told McGonagall and Snape. Snape would probably find it hilarious and drop the bomb in conversation with older students or drop hints about what he'd been told.

If that didn't work then McGonagall would probably let it slip to one of the other Professors which would then lead to Hagrid knowing, the same giant that can't keep his mouth shut for a moment, probably telling the whole class in the process.

The last route would've been the portraits, knowing that they were listening in on the conversation the two were having with one another, this could be problematic because they would leak where the information came from. He did not want that.

The way in which it was unveiled was unexpected however as the secret was revealed in Divination with Professor Trelawney, a drunk Professor Trelawney.

Well it made the lesson fun I suppose

It was about half way through the lesson, her going over how he was going to die very soon once again as the lesson continued in the same vain. This changed when it came to Ron and his group of misfits who still seemed to be cocky even after their visit to the Headmaster and there respective parents.

The Professor took Ron's tray (which would tell the future of the person) and looked at it for several seconds before taking off her thick glasses and wiping her eyes. She placed them back onto her nose and looked again; confusion seemed to sweep over her features.

Ron saw this and asked the question that most of the students were thinking. "What's wrong Professor? I'm not going to die am I" a hint of worry in his voice as his eyes drifted to Harry.

"No, No. Nothing like that, it's just" she paused for a second to pull herself together "I see a group of boys"

"That would probably be my friends, Professor" Ron smiled smugly, even though there was a small part of him that showed nerves, the tapping of his fingers showed this to Harry.

"Yes, well they seem to be in an activity"

"Probably Quidditch. We love Quidditch" Ron spoke as the others that sat around him nodded.

"There's a stick between your legs but it is not broom" Trelawney related what she was seeing.

"What?" the small ginger boy seemed confused by the comment from the Professor.

Trelawney continued with her assessment of the future "You seem to be involved in some kind of group activity with your 'friends'. The strange thing is that you aren't wearing any clothing." A number of students looked at each other confused as they tried to figure it out.

Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron sat with their mouths open, praying she wouldn't say anything else. "And that isn't legal, not even in the Magical World Mr Weasley" the aging Professor continued as she seemed to tilt her head slightly, attempting to get a different view of her vision.

The group was still in shock as she picked up Neville's tray and began to read his future to the class. "I see a Living Room" a hopeful expression seemed to lighten up his face. "A number of people are sitting in the room, chatting" the group looked confused. "A large animal is sitting on one of the occupants lap, a black leash connected to the neck would indicate this"

"No" Dean gasped as the others looked on.

"Yes Mr Thomas..." Trelawney continued as the group tried to stop her in vain.

The rest of the details were given out in the class, if not given cryptically which kind of made the class educational as the students tried to figure out what she meant. At the end of class Hermione looked at him like a parent would to a child when the child had done something wrong.

He just picked up his arms in surrender "I had no involvement in what had just happened" he was referring to Trelawney blurting out the gossip, not the fact that he started the rumours.

Great Hall

By the time that dinner arrived, the news of Ron and his friend's sexuality was pretty known throughout the school, passing like wildfire as it spread through the years and to the paintings that hadn't heard the news until now.

That left a massive amount of gossipers talking about the news, many having different opinions on the news. He listened to the mutterings as he ate his food with Hermione by his side. She'd questioned him about his involvement in this, getting a answer of 'maybe I was and I maybe I wasn't'

It's not right

It's against nature.

I always knew Seamus was gay after he turned me down

The pair was eventually joined by Fred and George who seemed to be in a heated conversation as George held a letter from their mother. "Why would Mum ask for the magazines then"

"But he can't be gay"

"Look at the facts George. He hasn't had a girlfriend, he always hanged out with Harry, and he keeps magazines of male sport stars"

"That can be explained though"

Sigh "What about when we caught him wearing Mum's dress that one time"

George gulped as he remembered his youngest brother wearing the glittering dress that was there Mum's. "That was a onetime occurrence" he argued.

Harry took this moment to giggle at the pair as he heard the new piece of information about Ron, placing it into his blackmailing file. George looked at Harry for a moment, seeing a glint of something, something that he'd shown on occasion. He seemed to gasp out loud as he looked at Harry. "You did this"

"You'll have to be more specific"

"You...Ron...Gay" George spluttered, realising that he'd pulled the sheet over their eyes.

"Oh that. I may have had a hand in the whole situation, that's all I'll say" he whispered carefully. Their conversation was interrupted unexpectedly as he saw movement from the bottom of the table. Ronald Weasley stood straight and coughed several times.

"I AM NOT GAY" Ron screamed through the masses, hating the negative attention he was receiving.

"I AM NOT GAY, either" Dean was the next to speak out.

"I AM NOT GAY" Seamus yelled, adding "I'VE ONLY WORN A THONG FOR A BET" and sat back down to be greeted to a number of giggles.

"I am not gay" Neville slouched as he spoke, speaking quieter than the others "and I don't own a leash because I don't have a dog"

"Well that was unexpected" Harry said as the hall erupted into conversation.

Thursday

Potions

Bloody Potions

Bloody Double Potions

Bloody Double Potions with Snape

"This is terrible Potter. Worse than your father which is an achievement in itself" Snape sneered at him, trying to get a rise out of him. Harry had to use all his inner strength to contain himself, contain the side that wanted to punch him in his gut.

"Sorry Professor" he grinded his teeth.

"Sorry isn't good enough Potter. One mistake and you could kill yourself and as much as I'd like to see that, Dumbledore would be displeased" a number of the Slytherin's present laughed, Ron and Dean for once didn't react to the ridicule of Harry, knowing that he was somehow responsible for their outing.

"Sorry Professor"

"You're useless, there's no way you'll ever be an Auror whilst I'm teaching this subject"

Hermione sat on his side as she seemed to inch away from him, expecting an explosion any time now. "I know Professor"

Snape seemed to be running out of ideas as he tried to get Harry to fight back to no avail. He thought that the insult of his father would've set him off but he was wrong as the boy took it in his stride. Seeing only one thing that he could do to embarrass the young boy "Work with Miss Greengrass for the rest of the lesson, Potter" Snape told him.

Daphne looked up in confusion as she heard her head of Year say her name, even more confused when a number of students seemed to be staring at her. I should've been listening. She worked constantly on her ice queen demeanour and this attention wasn't welcomed.

"Did you hear me Potter, go and join Miss Greengrass" Snape sneered once again as Harry saw no other choice, needing a good education in Potions even if it was Snape teaching it. Daphne meanwhile sat open mouthed, her mask of indifference dropping for a couple of seconds as she saw the young man approach her desk as she placed another ingredient into her caldron.

No bloody way

Harry took his seat next to the ice queen, looking at her face for a moment, only to look back down as he looked at her unpleasant expression. In all honesty Daphne was probably the best looking student in his year but her attitude to people was a real turn off. She had beautiful flowing blond hair while her skin held a small tint of brown. Her lips were full while her eyes shined a beautiful blue.

Deadly but Beautiful

As the lesson continued with Snape hovering over certain students Caldron's, Harry observed Daphne closely, looking at her body language to see what she was hiding from everyone else. He seemed to be getting better at this ever since his meeting with Dumbledore which had happened only a couple of days ago. On his 3rd occasion of his gazing at her she seemed to catch him in the act as the full intensity of her gaze switched onto him.

"What the hell are you staring at Potter?"

Might as well tell her, can't really get much worse "I was looking at your incredible beauty"

She seemed to pause for a moment, disbelieving that he had just said that, given a compliment, given a compliment to a Slytherin of all people. When she got her thoughts together the words formed in her mind as she gave her typical response "I know I am, Potter"

A girl with confidence, I like it

"Just thought I'd let you know" he mused as he began to chop up some ingredients, bending down as he reached for the textbook needed, leaving her have a nice eyeful of his buttocks. He smiled as he heard Daphne's breathing stop as she looked at the sight. Daphne looked down to see his ass waving in her face, not knowing if she was offended or pleased to see the sight.

At least some of Potter is bearable

He brought his body back to its natural position as he continued the cutting, placing the textbook in front of him. When he was done he interrupted what she was doing "Here are the Buddyrouts" she looked down at them, not happy with the result.

"You need to cut them a lot finer, Potter" she lectured him, taking the Buddyrout and chopping them up to her high standards. Harry stayed silent as he didn't practically want to get into an argument with Daphne over something so mundane, so instead of fighting with his lab partner he looked over the textbook that sat open in front of them, reading the instructions inside his head so he could remember if need be.

Daphne meanwhile seemed to be calm on the outside but was anything but inside. She bit his head off when he offered her the ingredient which was pretty perfect, but she didn't let him know it because she was a bitch.

He only offered his help and you bite his head off

I need to keep up my Ice Queen demeanour, there's too many Slytherin's paying attention

Her thoughts were interrupted as she picked up a random ingredient and attempted to throw it into the Caldron, only to be stopped when she felt a hand grasp her arm tightly, looking up to see Harry Potter stopping her from placing the ingredient into the Caldron.

"Let go of me Potter" she almost growled.

"I don't I should" as he looked at her hand tighten around the ingredient.

"Let go" this time she seemed to turn her body towards his. This attracted a number of observers from both Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"But..." he trailed of as Daphne did something he wasn't expecting, forgetting one important rule from George and Fred. Always protect your privates when around a woman, especially a angry woman. This was proven as her knee made contact with his privates, sending him to the ground in pain and making a number of students laugh out loud.

"Never touch me again, Potter" she spat as she turned back to the Caldron and released the ingredient she was holding. Harry saw this and attempted to warn her but it was to no avail as the Caldron began to shake violently.

Shit

Daphne looked at it wide eyed as the Caldron began to ooze foam, foam that didn't seem to stop as she tried to stop the flow with many different spells. She was joined a moment later when Harry lifted his body from the floor, casting his own spells at the foam that now a number of students in the next row seemed to be noticing.

"You never add Hiltoop to Buddyreap" he said which received a gasp from Daphne, knowing that the combination would cause an explosion. "Professor Snape" Harry called as he began to run out of ideas. "We've got a situation hear"

"There's always a situation when your involved Potter" Snape muttered, looking at a student's Caldron instead of theirs.

"I really think you should see this" he called a little louder, backing up a couple of steps as he placed his hand in Daphne's to pull her back as well. The Caldron meanwhile seemed to be getting to its boiling point as it spluttered a stream of while foam upwards.

"Fine Potter but you bett..."

BANG

The Caldron erupted, chucking all the contents outwards, splattering every student in the room and Snape, who seemed to be speaking at the time as the foam seemed to have covered his face and mouth. At the time of eruption Harry chucked his cloak over Daphne and himself to avoid most of the mess.

"POTTER" Snape screamed out as he wiped the foam from his eyes.

"Yes Professor" he knew that this wasn't going to end well for him, even if Daphne admitted to the crime.

"DUMBLEDORE NOW" Snape roared out loud as the students in the room seemed to be recovering from the attack. Harry stood slowly while looking into the bright eyes of Daphne Greengrass, her mask seemed to be missing in action as he saw a mixture of confusion and sorrow etched on her beautiful face.

"You owe me for this" he leant in to whisper to her, which seemed to get the message across as she nodded. He got up and walked towards the livid potions master, realising that this situation couldn't really be any worse as he spoke loudly.

He walked down to the front of the class, stepping in between desks as he looked at the student's faces looking at him, some angry while others looked shocked as they wiped their faces clean. As he got nearer the slightly shaken Snape he began to talk "I did warn you Professor"

"Shut it Potter"

"I told you I needed your help"

"GET OUT OF MY CLASS"

"But nooooo, your too good to listen to me" he continued as if Snape hadn't spoken. Hermione looked at him, giving him a disappointed shake of the head as he passed her, making him sigh as he walked past her.

I really hate Snape

Dumbledore's Office

"Ahh Harry, Severus. What can I do for you two today?"

Snape seemed to be shaking in anger as he relaxed his hold around Harry's robes "He blew up my room. This piece of vermin blew up my ROOM" Snape yelled in fury and shock as the emotions flowed from the greasy haired potions master.

"Severus, please do not refer to Mr Potter as vermin"

Snape at this time took his chance to calm down to more manageable levels as Dumbledore asked for Harry's perspective. "I was brewing my potion as told in the book until my Caldron began to shake Sir. I must've made a mistake somewhere" he dipped his head for added effect. A plan came out of nowhere as he looked at Snape for a moment, a plan that would eventually get Snape to relent in his torture of him, he would act innocent for now.

"I always knew you were like your father, Potter. He never paid attention in Potions and it looks like that trait has been passed on" Snape spat the sentence, anger levels increasing as the boy sat there looking innocent.

"I am trying Headmaster, I really am. It's just that that I can't seem to get it right" he pleaded with the Headmaster.

"You'll never be an Auror Potter. Not while I'm teaching"

We'll see about that

"SEVERUS, that's enough. Can't you see that Mr Potter is upset about this incident" Dumbledore looked at Harry tenderly.

"I did try to ask for help from Professor Snape but he declined" he offered as he shuffled his feet.

"Severus?" Dumbledore looked sternly at Snape, knowing the potions master reluctance to help Harry.

Snape stayed silent for a moment, knowing that the young boy was telling the truth in this case "He did but he always needs help. If I spent all my time on one student then I wouldn't be able to help others who may be more in need"

Harry needed to hold in a snort as Snape spoke, knowing the information coming from his mouth was bollocks. "I understand that Professor" he directly looked at Snape "but I really needed help" he added.

Snape knew that he was playing a game with him, trying to do something that he didn't see coming just yet. "You do have a point Severus but you should've known how serious the incident was by Mr Potter's voice"

"But..."

Harry cut in "You shouldn't blame Professor Snape, I was the one that blew up the room. I should be punished"

"I agree" Snape replied slightly slower as he tried to see what Harry was doing.

"Hermione helps me as much as she can but she's not a master in Potions, Headmaster"

Take the bait, he thought, knowing the plan was almost done if the Headmaster figured out what his prized pupil needed. Dumbledore thought for a couple of minutes, leaving the room in complete silence as Snape tried to catch Harry's eye, planning a soundless Legilimency attack to find out the truth but Harry seemed to know to avoid eye contact as the young teen set his eyes to admire a portrait.

Finally the silence was broken as Dumbledore began to speak, arriving at a decision when it came to Harry Potter. "Harry, I think you need some private lessons with Professor Snape"

Yippee

Harry interrupted Dumbledore mid-sentence, thanking the heavens that Dumbledore had arrived at this conclusion "I couldn't. Professor Snape's time is precious"

"Nonsense, Severus would thrilled to teach you"

Snape on the other hand had his mouth wide opened, realising what was about to happen as Harry Potter, his mortal enemy was going to be spending more time with him and by the look in Dumbledore's eyes he'd have to teach him, not use him as a elf. "Dumbledore, I must oppose..."

He trailed off as he saw the glare from Dumbledore, knowing he was never going to get out of this. Harry spoke again "If it's ok with Professor Snape" Dumbledore's glare seemed to intensify as it gave the order to agree with Harry which he did as he broke eye contact with Dumbledore.

"Then we're done then. You will meet Professor Snape every Tuesday evening" Harry nodded while Snape gave a curt nod. "You may both leave, I'll have a word with you later, Severus" Dumbledore warned Snape.

As they exited the Office the first thing that Harry was greeted to was the tough feeling of the stone wall that stuck into his back. Snape billowed over him as he slammed his small body into the wall, holding his robes tightly. "Why-did-you-do-that-Potter?" Snape growled out.

Harry smiled at Snape as he felt the heat rising of the pale man's body. "Payback" he replied simply. "Just think Snape, we'll be spending an awful lot of time together, time where you won't be able to avoid me. You've abused your power for too long and I plan on making your life a living hell"

"You make my life a living hell. You're going to be lucky if you can still walk once I'm through with you Potter"

"Doubtful" he pushed Snape backwards slightly as his strength was realised. "If you misbehave I'll tell Dumbledore about your 'methods of teaching', and I'd bet he'd be much more inclined to believe me than you"

"I never thought you were a person that would run to his mommy" Snape drawled, quickly realising what he'd said about Lily as he tried to backtrack on himself. Harry's fists tensed as he looked at Snape with fury, a fury that he'd even say his mother's name in such a manner.

"I'm going to let you off this time, Snape" he growled, warning the Professor who seemed to back up a couple of steps. "But if you mention my mother again in that manner" he knelt in to whisper "I'll hurt you"

He began to walk away from the cowering Professor after a couple of second leering over him. "I'll see you on Tuesday, Professor" he spoke levelly as he forced a neutral tone to reply to the Professor.

Is Potter going Dark?

Author's Notes:

This Chapter is a bit of a hit and miss affair in my opinion and I'm sorry if I've screwed some of it up, I just wanted to fill in some points so that I can add the next part of the story. It more of a filler chapter even though it's over 5k words.

Please Read & Review (no, flames please) constructive criticism welcomed.

I tried to work and rework it so many times but couldn't seem to get it to flow amazingly, next chapter should be better.

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