When Ron and Hermione entered the compartment, Harry felt his heart sink. Ron was famous for his temper, especially when Slytherins are involved, and here Harry was sitting on the lap of Ron's arch nemesis.

Harry could sense Ron's anger and the situation did not look promising. Hermione was more confused than angry, she didn't understand entirely what was happening but she obviously didn't approve of Harry's companions. "Harry what is going on here? Why are you sitting with the Slytherins", Hermione asked trying to think on a rational level, she was trying to calm Ron down a bit, but with no luck.

"Err... well I'm a Slytherin now... I was resorted this summer", Harry responded as he leaned into Draco, half trying to hide and half seeking comfort. Hermione was speechless, there was no record of anyone being resorted for hundreds of years.

Ron on the other hand was royally pissed, and when Ron was mad he made anyone in the vicinity head for the hills. He started trying to rationalize with Harry, to talk sense into him. "No one can be resorted Harry! These slimy gits must have you under some kind of spell! There is no way you would do this of your own free will! You hate them", Ron shouted all of this and Draco had had enough.

"Listen here Weasel-", Draco started but Harry cut him off, not wanting this to go as it had with Sirius.

"Ron I must ask you to leave. You are mad and not thinking rationally. I will find you at Hogwarts when I think you are ready to hear what I have to say. Good day to you", and with that Harry waved his hand, pushing the Gryffindors out of the compartment and locking the door.

Harry sat in shock and as did the others. He had just performed wandless magic, effortlessly. Only two professors could do that, and they were Snape and Dumbledore. It was incredibly difficult and most don't even try it.

This had finally tipped the scale for the Slytherins, and it was Pansy Parkinson who broke the loud silence, "Okay, that's it. What the hell happened this summer?"

~It's okay, Harry. They won't hate you or try to hurt you. If anything they will respect you. We have talked about this~, Draco said sensing Harry's hesitance.

~I know we have and I agree. It is just, I can feel the distance between us and the others. I think it was too soon for this distance. I will talk to them but you have to help.~

Breaking off their mental private chat, Harry returned his attention to his new house mates. "Heheh. I guess I should start at the beginning. I am a Myrmidon", Harry paused to let this information sink in for a second, then continued, "I am just going to assume that as Slytherins you at least know what that is and the basics of what that entails. Draco is my mate, though I'm sure that was obvious. Snape is the father figure and Remus the mother. I came into this unknown inheritance on my birthday in July. That is the basic summary. So what else do you want to know?"

Shocked was an understatement for the looks Harry saw around the compartment. Dumbfounded Or gobsmacked, possibly a better word choice. Harry was right in his assumption about their knowledge of his race, they all had shown recognition after his first statement.

The first question asked was a good one. "How do we know this is real? How do we know you aren't about to spy on all the 'evil' Slytherins and report straight back to Dumbledore", Zabini asked.

"A good question", Harry said his mood going dark at the mention of the old man, "if I have any say in it, I will not be following that infuriating man any more. He thinks he knows it all but he is in for a rude awakening. I refuse to be his weapon any longer." Harry said all this with a fire in his eyes that did a lot more I'm convincing the Slytherins than he realized.

The next question was a bit more tricky. "Why don't you want to spend time with the Gryffindors", Goyle said. This struck Harry as odd since Crabbe and Goyle never really talk.

"Well there is the fact that Draco is the only pack member here and my mate, that keeps me here. I have also grown apart from the members of my former house. They tend to shun me if I can't solve all their problems, Ron especially. And of course the famous Weasley temper. No one wants to deal with that", Harry said after thinking a bit.

The answer seemed to satisfy the Slytherins for now, but Harry knew they didn't fully trust him. "I know you all don't really trust me. I know you want to assess the situation first before picking a side. There is also the power play, I have Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy backing me. I know how you are seeing things. You don't have to like me. I won't force you to like me but just know if you try to hurt me or my pack you will end up like my godfather", Harry stated with an unveiled threat. He simply forgot that the others didn't know about Sirius until Zabini spoke up.

"What happened to Black?"

Harry paused. Did he want to tell them this? In the end he knew he had to so why wait? "Sirius tried to severely injure Severus. In response I sent the spell back at him and killed him. I killed my godfather", Harry just conveniently forgot to mention he tried to kill himself afterwards. There was no way Harry could have said any of that without Draco holding him and the blond knew it but didn't say anything.

The tension in the compartment was palpable. It stayed this way until Zabini reached out and shook Harry's hand.

He simply said, "Welcome to Slytherin."

A/N: my posts are starting to slow down as you may have noticed. Sorry. I think the illness I have is from stress and it is extremely painful. Should Harry and Draco have pet names? If so what should they be? Let me know soon!

Now it is 11:29 and I have to get up at five! Night!