Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter and you shall never get him back Hahahahahaha.(sorry forgot myself for a moment.)
Albus Dumbledore was pacing is rather large office. Recent events had been weighing heavy on his troubled mind. He had kept his secrets for way to long and the buildup of lies was bound to come crashing around him. The man knew that when it did it would be nothing more than his own fault.
Dumbledore wasn't sure what had caused him to lie, at the point in which the lies began they seemed necessary for the safety of those involved. But now looking back there were other ways he could have dealt with the troubles he had caused to begin with. Young Harry Potter had suffered the most. He knew the Dursleys had not been kind to him, and yet he had done nothing to change the boys living situation. He had been afraid of what would happen if Harry found out his heritage at an early age. The boy was nothing more than a tool to aid the light side in the foolish wizarding war.
Dumbledore had twisted Tom Riddle's views into something sinister, he had twisted Tom Riddle into Voldermort and that would forever hang heavy on his mind. Voldermort was correct in his views; the wizarding world was beginning to die out. Every year more squibs were born, and the number was only going to rise. But Dumbledore wasn't about to let his hard work go to waste. He was a hero and no one would take that away from him, not even his Golden boy.
With another sigh the man began to pace his office again. Things were far from the way he wanted them. The blasted sorting hat and gone and resorted students against his will. Even the ruddy Longbottom child had been sorted. If they were to ever find out their true heritage the world as Albus had made it would be threatened. But it would not happen, Severus was under his thumb. Things would be the same and in the end Dumbledore would win.
With that pleasing thought, Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, sat down at his desk with a pleased smile. Little did he know, his perfect world was about to come crashing down around him as he feared that it would.
Down in the Slytherins 6th year boys dorms, one Harold James Potter groaned and sat up in bed. The events of the past few days weighed heavy on his mind. With another groan, the emerald-eyed boy shoved the blankets off of his body and made his way into the showers. After a quick shower, the boy dressed for the day and made his way down to the common room. There was a large crowd gathered, Harry edged his way closer to get a better look.
One Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom were in the middle of the crowd, obviously having another go at each other. With an annoyed growl the savior of the wizarding world pushed his way through the crowd to stand between the two boys.
"What happened this time Nev?" Harry asked a frown gracing his usually peaceful face.
"The Ferret has been controlling my life since I became a Slytherin and I'm sick of it. I can take care of myself. I have for the past 16 years, nothing has changed. Now let me at him, I'm going to rip his heart out. Not that the soulless bastard has one." Neville said as he lunged for the boy and was held back by a very amused Blaise.
Draco stood across from the boy a sneer gracing his face. "What Neville failed to tell you was I was simply looking out for him. Control had nothing to do with it. If I wanted he would be wrapped around my little finger, as it is he is not." He causally brushed his nails against his robes and continued in a bored tone. "Really Harry, he flies off the handle at the littlest thing. All I did was pick out his clothes, his taste is dreadful. How was I supposed to know the gesture would not be appreciated?"
With another growl Harry turned to the blonde. "This has got to stop. Draco, Neville is a grown man he can make his own decisions. Stop sending Crabbe and Goyle to trail him. Nothing drastic is going to happen to him here in the castle with all the students and teachers around."
"But what if…." Draco interrupted.
"Draco let it go." Harry said before turning his attention onto the other boy. " And Neville stop getting upset over the littlest thing. He was only looking out for you. I'm getting sick of the constant fighting. You are Slytherins not petty Gryffindors with nothing better to do then fight with each other."
Draco held his hand up, stopping Harry's rant. "I am the Prince of the Slytherins, or have you forgotten. My word is law, and my law is followed or the consequences with be dire. Now Blaise you will let Neville go. Neville you will go into the dorm and change into what I have picked out and when you are done we shall go into Hogsmeade for the day."
Draco's attitude set Harry off. "Who died and made you king of the bloody castle? You and your bloody counsel can bugger off for all I care. I'm sick of you bossing everyone around and strutting around the castle like you own it. Well it ends here Malfoy. From now on there's your counsel and mine." Harry looked over and saw the stunned face of Draco. "Oh don't look so surprised. My father was the so called Prince of Slytherin at one time. Why should I not follow in his footsteps? Come on Neville, we won't be taking anymore of Malfoy's crap anymore." Harry said.
With the brown-haired boy behind him, Harry lead Neville out of the common room, leaving the rest of the Slytherins stunned. "Draco what just happened?" Pansy asked confused when the boys left.
"I'm not sure Pansy, I'm not sure." Draco said watching the door Harry and Neville had left through.
Harry made his way to the Room of Requirement with a worried Neville not far behind him. Once they were inside and Harry was sitting, Neville voiced his mounting questions.
"Harry what's going to happen now? Draco is going to be furious with you. Did you really have to go off on him like that? We're done for now, might as well hand ourselves over to Voldermort and the death eaters."
"Neville shut up will you? Nothing bad is going to happen. I do have a plan you know. I talked with Severus. I learned what happened and I plan to denounce myself from the light side. But I am not going to openly support the dark side. Things in the wizarding world need to change, and we are going to be the ones to do it. You wait and see Nev things are going to be different." Harry said a small smile gracing his lips.
"Harry have you gone mental? How are we going to change the wizarding world? Oh we are doomed. I should have just let Draco have his way." Neville said with worry clear in his voice.
"What happened to the confident Slytherin you seemed to become this year? Back to being the hopeless Gryffindor are we Neville and here I thought you had changed. Perhaps I was wrong, maybe you aren't the man for the job." Harry said with a smirk.
Neville glared and the raven-haired boy. "Shut it Harry. You know I'll back you up. I was just worried. What are you going to do first Harry?"
"First I talk with the headmaster, and then the rest of the school learns of my stance on the war. From there we let things play out. One cannot control all of fate you see. You might be surprised at how many agree with me, or perhaps I will be surprised by how many people disagree with me." Harry said more to himself then to Neville.
Harry turned to face the boy who had become his best friend. He found Neville with his face in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief and worry. Harry smirked and addressed him again.
"You know that Draco fancies you." Harry said matter of factly.
"Don't bloody remind me." Neville said with distaste.
"He's going to do everything in his power to get back on your good side." Harry said smirking again.
Neville groaned. "Merlin, this is going to be a mess. What were you thinking Harry?"
The boy-who-lived threw his head back and laughed.
Later that day, Harry made a trek up to the beloved headmaster's office. He knocked on the door and entered before Dumbledore could spit out his name.
"Harry my boy come sit down. Would you care for some tea?" Albus asked as he snapped and the tea appeared along with some small sandwiches and cakes. "Lemon Drop?"
Harry shook his head no and took a seat in front of the Headmaster. "To what do I owe this pleasure my boy?"
"I know your secrets Headmaster. And you can go to hell for all I care." Harry spat at him.
The headmaster looked at the boy stunned by his words fear creeping into the older man's voice. "Whatever do you mean Harry?"