I'm so sorry for the late update. I don't know if this chapter will be up to your standards, but I will try to have the next chapter up sooner. Hope you enjoy the chapter. :)

It was an early Tuesday morning. Harry had just woken up from his three hour nap. He was staring at a desk.

"Time to begin," Harry muttered as he pulled out both of his wands. He felt the opposing powers between both wands.

"/ Do you know any fire spells?/" Helga asked.

"/ Not really /" Harry answered,"/ The only fire spell I know is Incendio. /"

"/ Then, try that /" Helga replied,"/ All the Hat wants you to do is practice your elemental magic. /"

"/ I know /" Harry responded before aiming his white wand at the desk.

"/ I think the black wand would be safer /" Helga stated.

"/ True /" Harry agreed as he moved his right arm down and aimed his black wand at the desk. Harry took in a deep breath.

"Incendio," Harry said, flicking his wand. Suddenly, the desk burst into bright flames. Harry felt the incredible heat from the flames as it quickly died down. In place of the desk, there lay a pile of ash.

"Wow," Harry said.

"/ Wow /" Helga agreed,"/ I didn't think your magic was that powerful. /"

"/ Me too /" Harry replied as he bent down to pick up the ash. To his surprise, the ash was still radiating heat.

"How is that still possible?" Harry wondered as he stood up.

"/ What's wrong? /" Helga asked.

"/ For some reason, the ash is still radiating heat /" Harry answered,"/ Do you have any idea why? /"

"/ Not really /" Helga answered,"/ All I can think of is that your magic must be really potent for heat to continuously radiate heat. /"

"/ The Sorting Hat said that he won't help me with my elemental magic, right? /" Harry responded.

"/ Yes /" Helga answered. Harry frowned.

"/ Personally, I think you need to ask a professor for help /" Helga stated. Harry's eyes moved up.

"/ Who do you have in mind? /" Harry asked,"/ I think you might be right. /"

"/ Your Defense professor /" Helga answered. Harry was silent for a moment.

"/ So, let's go practice my elemental magic /" Harry responded, ignoring Helga's suggestion. Harry then felt a sharp pain on his head.

"/ Why are you digging your claws into my head? /" Harry asked, unfazed.

"/ You just tried to ignore me /" Helga answered.

"/ So what? /" Harry replied,"/ I just didn't like your suggestion that's all. /" Harry heard Helga sigh.

"/ Harry /" Helga said.

"/ Yeah /" Harry replied.

"/ I know I haven't been with you as long as Tom has. I also have no idea who you want to save /" Helga stated,"/ But I can safely say that the only way to save her will be to set aside your emotions and learn as fast as you can. /" Harry was silent for a moment.

"/ You're right /" Harry agreed in a depressed tone,"/ I'm stupid to think that I could learn everything I need without any help. I need to save her as soon as possible. /" Helga nodded her head.

"/ I will go ask him during my catch up classes tonight /" Harry stated before aiming his wand at the pile of ashes,"/ For now, let's just practice. /" Helga nodded her head as Harry flicked his wand. The pile of ashes transformed into a desk.

"/ Nice job /" Helga commented.

"/ Thanks /" Harry replied as he tapped the desk. As soon as Harry touched the desk, it fell apart. Harry just looked at the desk.

"/ I think I need more practice with my transfiguration /" Harry stated.

"/ Agreed /" Helga replied as Harry waved his wand again.

A young boy limped through an alley. Towards the distance, there loomed a burning Eiffel Tower. The boy leaned against the wall, clutching a bleeding wound from his stomach. He could barely hear his companion's words as the darkness threatened to take him.

"Is this the end?" the boy thought as he looked up at the night sky," Probably is." Then, he heard two people approaching him. He turned his head to see an elderly couple. The boy smirked as he thought about the irony of his situation before darkness enveloped his vision. The boy woke up in a bright room. He instantly moved his hand to his stomach to feel it completely healed.

"What the?" the boy responded as he sat up.

"So, you're awake," a voice said. The boy whipped his head around to see an old man, sitting on a chair next to him. The old man fingered a bullet in his hand.

"What gave it away?" the boy asked, sarcastically. The old man chuckled in response.

"You were at the brink of death when my wife and I found you," the old man stated, continuing to finger the bullet.

"I'm guessing you're the one to heal me," the boy replied, taking off the blanket.

"Yes," the old man confirmed as he chucked the bullet. The boy caught the bullet before inspecting it.

"It's been a while since I had to heal a bullet wound," the old man stated. The boy just looked at the old man before standing up.

"Thanks," the boy responded," But I'm pretty sure that my parents are worried. Thanks for healing me."

"What's the hurry?" the old man asked as the boy started to walk to the door," Harry Potter." The boy known as Harry froze at the door; hand on the doorbell.

"I'm guessing you're wondering how do I know?" the old man said as he stood up. Harry didn't bother turning his head around. The old man walked towards Harry before pushing the door open. Harry just looked at the old man with angry eyes.

"You look just like your father," the old man stated before walking out of the room," Follow me." Harry glared at the old man as they descended down a flight of stairs. The old man led Harry into a kitchen where an old woman was feeding a silver snake.

"(Tom)," Harry hissed," (What are you doing?)" The snake known as Tom turned his head to look at Harry.

"(Eating)," Tom answered. The old man and old woman looked at the duo.

"I'm guessing you're a Parseltongue," the old man stated. Harry just looked at the old man.

"So what?" Harry replied," Why did you bring me here?"

"To eat, of course," the old man answered as he sat down at the table. Harry glared at the old man.

"Sit," the old man ordered, motions for Harry to sit on a chair. Harry sat down on the chair. The old woman then placed a plate in front of Harry. it was a simple bowl of cereal. Harry just looked at the bowl of cereal. Harry picked up his spoon before slowly eating the bowl of cereal. The old man and woman smiled at Harry as he quickly ate his breakfast. Harry then placed his spoon on the table before looking at the couple.

"Why are you helping me?" Harry asked. The old man and woman looked at Harry in surprise.

"Because we know who you are," the old woman answered. Harry growled at her answer.

'So you're planning to hand me back to them," Harry responded, glaring at the old woman.

"No, we're not," the old man replied. Harry looked at the old man in shock.

"We heard of you from the Delacours," the old man explained. Harry's eyes widened in recognition before looking down at the table.

"How are they?" Harry asked.

"They're safe," the old man answered," Thanks to you." Harry nodded his head.

"Though, I'm pretty sure that they think you're dead," the old woman stated. Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"That's good," Harry replied," Then, they won't try to find me." The old man and woman looked at each other before looking back at Harry. Harry then looked up at the couple.

"I forgot to ask this," Harry said," Who are you?"

"We're the Flamels," the old man answered.

Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts. Helga was asleep and Tom was awake. Harry was on high alert as he had a feeling that something was going to happen to him. Soon enough, he noticed a bunch of sixth years behind him.

"Hufflepuffs," Harry muttered to himself as he turned a corner. He peeked back to see the sixth years led by a brown-haired boy start running. They turned the corner to see Harry waiting for them with his arms crossed.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded to know," Why are you following me?" The brown-haired boy walked up to Harry.

"You punched my girlfriend," the boy growled. Harry nodded his head.

"Is she a fifteen year old, black-haired Ravenclaw?" Harry asked.

"Yes," the boy answered, grabbing Harry's collar. Harry mentally sighed as Tom coiled tighter around Harry's arm.

"Did she tell you why I punched her?" Harry asked. The boy just glared at Harry; his grip tightened on Harry's collar.

"I'm guessing she didn't," Harry responded. The boy's grip tightened at Harry's words.

"I can tell you what happened," Harry stated as the other Hufflepuffs gather around the two of them.

"Why should I believe you?" the boy questioned," You could be lying to me." Harry raised an eyebrow at the boy's words.

"I don't even know who you are," Harry replied. The boy looked at Harry in surprise.

"I'm Cedric Diggory," the boy said," Heir to the Diggory family." Harry looked at the boy known as Cedric before shaking his head.

"Sorry," Harry replied," I don't know much about the Wizarding world, so I have no idea who you are." Cedric's grip slightly relaxed.

"Why did you punch my girlfriend?" Cedric asked.

"Because she and her friends were beating up younger girl," Harry answered," Just because she was deemed weird." Cedric looked at Harry in shock before his shock turned into anger. His grip tightened around Harry's collar.

'You lie," Cedric growled.

"I'm not," Harry replied," How do I make you believe me?" Cedric was silent for a moment.

"Swear on a magical oath," Cedric ordered. Harry nodded his head before pulling out his black wand. He placed his wand upright.

"I swear on my magic that I am not lying about why I punched Cedric's girlfriend," Harry said. Golden magic enveloped him before disappearing.

"Now, prove it," Cedric ordered. Harry nodded his head.

"Lumos," Harry replied, flicking his wand. Harry watched as Cedric's eyes widened in shock as a light appeared at the tip of his wand. Harry felt Cedric's grip loosen as a look of despair appeared on Cedric's face.

"I've been dating a bully," Harry heard Cedric mutter as Cedric stumbled back in shock. Harry looked at Cedric.

"I can understand why you did what you did today," Harry stated as he turned around," But remember don't let your loyalty blind you." Harry then walked away. Harry walked until he reached the Great Hall. He plopped down next to Neville.

"Hi Harry," Neville greeted after swallowing his food.

"Sup," Harry greeted as a bowl of cereal appeared in front of him.

"Have any of the teachers talked to you?" Neville asked.

"No," Harry answered," Though her boyfriend confronted me." Neville turned his head to look at Harry in surprise while Harry took a bite of his cereal.

"How are you uninjured?" Neville asked. Harry swallowed.

"I told him the truth," Harry answered.

"And he believed you?!" Neville responded. Harry nodded his head.

"I had to swear by a magical oath though," Harry explained.

"Ohhhhh," Neville replied before looking back at his plate of food.

"Hi, Harry," Harry heard someone greet him. Harry turned his head to see Eileen sit down next to him.

"Don't you have friends to hang out with?" Harry asked.

"I do," Eileen answered, looking down," But they're chasing after Charles." Harry looked at Eileen before looking Neville.

"Neville," Harry whispered," I think she's lonely."

"What gave it away?" Neville whispered back," Go comfort her."

"Why should I?" Harry replied. Neville just looked at Harry. Harry stared back. After a moment, Harry sighed before looking back at Eileen.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked. Eileen looked up at Harry before nodding her head.

"I'm fine," Eileen answered," I'm used to only being the sister of the Boy-Who-Lived.'

"You mean one of the Boys-Who-Lived," Harry corrected. Eileen just looked at Harry.

"What do you mean?" Eileen asked," Isn't Charles the Boy-Who-Lived?" Harry shook his head.

"Neville is also the Boy-Who-Lived," harry explained, pointing to Neville. Eileen leaned to see an embarrassed Neville.

"I didn't know," Eileen replied," Charles would always brag that he's the only Chosen One." Eileen then leaned forward to look at Neville.

"Sorry," she said.

"It's alright," Neville replied," You're not the only person to forget." Harry took another bite of cereal. He then noticed that a plate of food didn't appear in front of Eileen.

"Have you already eaten?" Harry asked. Eileen nodded her head.

"I had breakfast with Uncle Severus, Uncle Black, and Mom," Eileen answered," For some reason, they were talking very quietly, so I couldn't hear them. The only thing I heard was your name." Harry raised an eyebrow at Eileen's words.

"Probably about what I said last night," Harry thought.

"Do you know why they were talking to you?" Eileen asked.

"Nope," Harry lied, taking another bite of his cereal. Eileen nodded her head while Neville looked at Harry.

"What have you done, Potter?" Harry heard. The trio turned around to see Draco and his goons, staring at Harry.

"Is this about what happened to those Slytherins?" Harry asked. Draco nodded his head.

"I was nice enough to allow you to let you hang out with a Gryffindor," Draco stated," But you have betrayed the Slytherin house. You will suffer." Harry nodded his head.

"I will live," Harry responded as he turned back to his bowl. Draco looked indignant before walking away with his goons. Just as Harry finished his bowl, Professor McGonagall approached Harry.

"Mr. Potter. Miss. Potter," Professor McGonagall said, making Harry and Eileen turn their heads," Follow me." Harry sighed as he stood up while Eileen instantly got out of her seat.

"Bye Neville," Harry said as he followed Eileen and Professor McGonagall.

"See ya," Harry heard Neville reply. Harry followed his sister and the professor through the halls. Eileen lagged behind to walk side by side Harry.

"Do you know why we've been called?" Eileen whispered. Harry inspected Professor McGonagall for a moment.

'It's definitely not because I punched a girl in the face," Harry whispered back.

"You punched a girl?!' Eileen responded, in a quiet voice.

"She deserved it," Harry explained," I think we've been summoned because the professors want to convince me to do something I don't want to do."

"Like what?" Eileen asked.

"To come live with your family," Harry answered.

"What's wrong with that?" Eileen asked. Harry looked at Eileen.

"There's a reason why I ran away," Harry answered just as the group arrived in front of a door.

"Lemon drop," Professor McGonagall said. The gargoyle nodded its head before the door opened up.

"Go in," Professor McGonagall ordered. Harry and Eileen entered the room to see Professor Dumbledore, the Potter family, their godfathers, and Charles.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter, Miss. Potter," Dumbledore greeted.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore," Eileen responded. Harry glared at Dumbledore as Eileen sat down next to Charles.

"Would you like a seat, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Why am I here?" Harry demanded to know, ignoring Dumbledore's question.

"OI," Charles responded, standing up," Respect Dumbledore."

"Make me," Harry replied. Charles tried to intimidate Harry, but Harry loomed over Charles.

"Charles!" Professor Potter reprimanded him. Charles glared at Harry before walking back to his chair. Harry still stood at the doorway as a black-haired man walked over to Harry.

"Harry," the man said," I'm your father."

"I know who you are, James," Harry replied," I want to know why I'm here."

"Why of course," the man known as James responded," To bring you home. You ran away last time before we could talk." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't Professor Black tell you?" Harry replied as he turned around," I'm not coming back."

"Harry," James said as he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry turned his head to look at James.

"Take your hand off me," Harry growled," Before I break it." Harry felt the grip in James' hand tighten in anger.

"Who do you think you are to threaten me?" James growled back.

"James," Professor Potter called out," Now is not the time for a fight."

"Yeah," Professor Black agreed," I don't think your relationship with Harry will improve if you two fight." James was silent for a moment before letting his hand go.

"I can see where I get my violent tendencies from," Harry stated, smirking. James glared at Harry as Professor Potter walked up to Harry.

"Harry, it's me," Professor Potter said.

"I know," Harry replied," You're my History professor." Professor Potter looked taken aback at Harry's response.

"James, Lily, Harry," Dumbledore said," I think we all started off the wrong foot. Let's calm down and start over."

"I already know why I'm here," Harry stated as he moved to the door. Harry tried to open the door, but it wouldn't open.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Dumbledore said," The door will only open under my order." Harry turned his head before smirking.

"Nice try," Harry replied as he disappeared. Harry then appeared next to Neville.

"OH MY GOD," Neville exclaimed.

"Sup," Harry replied as he sat down next to Neville.

"Weren't you at the Headmaster's office?" Neville asked.

"I was," Harry answered," But I apparated out of there when he tried to lock me in."

"You apparated in Hogwarts?!" Neville responded, surprised," I thought you couldn't apparate within Hogwarts."

"I don't know," Harry replied," Obviously, my apparation is different."

"Obviously," Neville agreed," So, what do you have today?" Harry fished out his timetable.

Tuesday

9:00 - 11:00: Double Potions with Gryffindors

11:00 - 12:00: Transfiguration with Gryffindors

12:00 - 1:00: Lunch

1:00 - 2:00: Free Period

2:00 - 4:00: Double Care of Magical Creatures with Hufflepuffs

4:00 - 5:00: Arithmancy with Ravenclaws

5:00 - 7:00: Double Muggle Studies with Gryffindors

7:00 - 8:00: Dinner

8:00 - 10:00: Catch Up Classes with Professor Black

"It seems like I have Double Potions, Transfiguration, Double Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, and Double Muggle Studies," Harry answered.

"I think I have three classes with you," Neville responded.

"Yeah, you do," Harry confirmed," It's only my second day at Hogwarts and I have made enemies out of two houses." Suddenly, Neville and Harry heard a girl and boy shouting. They turned their heads to see Cedric and his girlfriend arguing about something.

"Seems like he's confronting her," Harry commented. They watched as Cedric walked away from the girl. The girl then ran out of the Hall crying. Cedric walked up to Harry.

"Sup," Harry greeted.

"Harry Potter," Cedric said as he stood over Harry. Neville seemed nervous while Harry looked up at Cedric.

"I would like to thank you," Cedric stated. Neville looked at Cedric in surprise while Harry nodded his head.

"No problem," Harry replied," i just merely told you the truth."

"it's because of you that I learnt the true nature of my girlfriend," Cedric pointed out," If there is anything you need from Hufflepuff, just come and ask me."

"Thanks," Harry replied. Cedric nodded his head before walking away. Neville then turned his head to look at Harry.

"How?" Neville questioned.

"How what?" Harry responded.

"How did you do that?" Neville clarified.

"How did i do what?" Harry responded.

"How did you get out of this situation unscathed?" Neville asked," I was sure the professors would have confronted you about it."

"It seems like the girl went to Cedric first," Harry answered," Who in turn confront me first. All I did was merely tell the truth." Neville shook his head at Harry's answer.

"You have no clue how lucky you were," Neville stated as he stood up," Come on, I will show you where Potions class is."

"Thanks," Harry replied as he stood up. Neville and Harry walked out of the Great Hall.

At Potions

Harry and Neville sat at the back of the Potions room. Everyone was giving Harry evil glares, which made Neville nervous. Harry looked bored as the Potions teacher, Professor Snape, stood in front of the room.

"Welcome back," Professor Snape dialed," I hope your essays on the uses of dragon blood is complete." Everyone nodded their heads as they pulled out their essays. Professor Snape walked around the class, picking up the essays. he then walked in front of Harry.

"Ahhhh, Mr. Potter," Professor Snape," I surely hope that you're not a disappointment like your brother." Harry smirked at Professor Snape's words while Charles scowled. Some of the Slytherins sniggered while the Gryffindors glared at Snape.

"We shall see," Harry replied. "After all, I'm no Potter." Professor Snape walked away as he stood in front of the class.

"Today, we will have a pop quiz," Professor Snape stated. All of the Gryffindors groaned while the Slytherins just looked indifferent.

"Looks like my alchemic knowledge should help," Harry thought.

"What is the purpose of a Wolfsbane's potion?" Professor Snape asked, pointing to Harry.

"That's a bizarre question," Harry replied. "A wolfsbane's potion is not useful to most humans. It is only used to relieve the effects of lycanthropy." Professor Snape looked at Harry in surprise.

"Can a muggle create a magic potion if given the necessary equipment?" Professor Snape asked.

"No," Harry answered, leaning back in his chair. "Even though Potions is basically like Chemistry, it still requires some form of wandwork to make the potion. People, who can't use magic, cannot create potions." Everyone was amazed at Harry's answer.

"Hmmm," Professor Snape responded. "For an uneducated brat, you seem to be quite knowledgeable."
"Like I said," Harry replied. "I'm not an idiot Potter." The Slytherins smirked while the Gryffindors glared at Harry.

"No, no you're not," Professor Snape replied before looking at Charles.

"Boy, what is the most common ingredient in every potion?" Professor Snape asked.

"Ummm," Charles replied. "Dead rats?" Harry and the Slytherins sniggered as Professor Snape glared at Charles.

"Haven't you been listening to your brother?" Professor Snape scolded Charles. "If potions were merely just about mixing stuff together, any muggle could do it."

"So what is the most common ingredient in potions?" Charles questioned, irritated.

"Don't speak to me with that tone," Professor Snape snapped at Charles. "One hundred points of Gryffindor." All of the Gryffindor members including Neville groaned.

"Not again," Neville whispered to Harry.

"Does this happen a lot?" Harry asked. Neville nodded his head.

"I pity you," was all Harry said before Professor Snape walked back to the front of the room.

"Today, we are going to learn how to make a standard love potion," Professor Snape stated before bringing out his wand. "Copy these notes down." Shuffling could be heard as everyone brought out their paper and quills. Ben just leaned on his arm as he watched Professor Snape use magic to write the theory behind making a love potion.

"A love potion?" Harry thought before bringing out a pen and notebook. "This could be useful to know." Harry then started to write down the theory behind the love potion. Neville was amazed at how fast Harry was writing down while he was barely able to keep up.

"How are you writing so fast?" Neville asked, in a whisper, as he dipped his pen in the ink well before writing.

"I have a pen," Harry answered, showing it off to Neville. "It stores ink, so I don't have to continuously dip a quill into an ink well.

"Really?!" Neville responded, surprised. "Can I have one?"

"Sure," Harry replied, bringing out another pen. He handed it over to Neville, who looked at the pen.

"How do I use this?" Neville asked Harry.

"You click here to bring out the tip and to retract it," Harry told Neville, pointing to the top of the pen. Neville clicked and to his amazement a pen tip came out.

"Wow," Neville said as he started writing. "It looks way better than a quill."

"Of course," Harry smirked. "This a high-quality pen. Quills are inferior to this modern technology." Neville nodded his head as he continued to write down what was on the board. Harry followed suit. Soon, both of them were finished, well ahead of the rest of the class. Professor Snape didn't notice, so they decided to talk.

"Which one is Hermione?" Harry asked Neville in a quiet voice.

"Ummm," Neville responded, looking around. He then found her.

"That's her," Neville stated, pointing to her. Harry turned his head to see a brown, bushy-haired girl with slightly tanned skin, writing furiously on a piece of paper. The first thing Harry thought when he saw her was "She's hot." The girl was wearing the standard black robed Hogwarts uniform with red and yellow stripes to showcase her house.

"She's not bad-looking," Harry whispered to Neville.

"Don't say that in front of Charles," Neville told Harry.

"Is it because of that 'all Gryffindor girls are mine'?" Harry asked. Neville quickly nodded his head before shutting up when he saw Professor Snape look at them. They both tensed as they felt the hostile glare of Professor Snape. To their surprise, he said nothing as he continued to watch the other students write. Harry and Neville breathed a sigh of relief before looking back at their pieces of paper.

"How much for ten of these 'pens'?" Neville asked in a low voice.

"Five galleons," Harry answered. Neville whipped his head around to look at Harry in surprise.

"Five galleons?!" Neville exclaimed.

"I'm a businessman," Harry explained. "I got to make a living, man."

"But I'm your friend," Neville responded, still shocked at the price of ten pens.

"That is why I'm only charging five galleons," Harry replied. "Normally, I would charge one galleon per pen." Neville just looked at Harry.

"This is a robbery, you know," Neville stated, looking away.

"Welcome to the world of business," Harry replied, looking at the piece of paper in front of him.

After Classes

Harry was walking back to the Slytherin commons. The day was uneventful. Gryffindors were annoying and all the Slytherins were glaring at him like he was a traitor. Honestly, Harry was starting to regret coming to Hogwarts, but he knew that it was the only way he could save her.

"(You seem to be annoyed)," Tom stated.

"(Who wouldn't be?)" Harry replied. "(Especially after living in this dump. Honestly, they're so behind in the times. Half of the things they have problems with could be easily fixed with modern technology)."

"(Just endure it)," Tom replied, trying to calm Harry down.

"(Don't have to tell me twice)," Harry responded. "(If anything, I think I have better endurance than the rest of these idiots)." Harry then turned the corner to find himself surrounded by a bunch of Year 6 and 7 Slytherins.

"What is this?" Harry groaned as he saw the biggest one of them approach him.

"Are you the one who beat up Timothy and his gang?" the boy asked.

"Yeah," Harry answered. "So what?" Harry and the boy glared at each other.

"Please become our leader," the boy immediately asked. Harry looked at the boy in surprise before he noticed that the other boys were looking at him earnestly.

"Wha-What?!" Harry responded in his head. "How did it come to this?"

"Why?" Harry asked, his mind still in a state of confusion.

"You see we are Slytherins, who believe that we should live with Muggles instead of trying to dominate them," the boy explained. "The group you beat up was against this idea. For years, we have been trying to establish this reform within Slytherin, but it hasn't gained much traction. This is mainly due to the fact that the other faction rules over Slytherin with an iron grip. Anyone who doesn't listen to them must be punished. The group you beat up is part of this faction. You are the only one to ever stand up to them. So please, help us with our cause." Harry just looked at the boy before scratching his head.

"I don't know," Harry replied. "I'm not here to establish a Renaissance of any sorts. I just want to learn what I need to know, then leave." The boy looked at Harry in surprise.

"So, you won't help us?" the boy inquired.

"I will, but I'm not going to lead you or anything like that," Harry clarified. The boy just nodded his head before he walked away. Harry then walked away.

"(That was weird)," Harry spoke after he turned the corner.

"(I agree)," Tom replied. "(I never thought that there was such a faction in Slytherin)."

"(I know)," Harry responded.

"(What do you plan on doing?)" Tom asked.

"(Nothing)," Harry answered. "(As I said, I'm just here to learn what I need to learn and I will leave as soon as possible)."

"(You're a terrible human being)," Tom responded in a deadpan tone. "(You have the opportunity to change the lives of thousands of people, but you don't)."

"(Your words have no meaning on me because I don't care)," Harry replied as he turned the corner. He then noticed a body on the floor.

"(Not another one)," Harry groaned as he walked next to the body.

"(The fact that Hogwarts lets this happen is concerning)," Tom stated.

"(I agree)," Harry replied as he turned the body around. His eyes widened in shock and anger as he recognized the face.

"EILEEN," Harry shouted in alarm as the beaten and bloodied face of his younger sister stared right at Harry. In black ink, the words "Mud-blood" was pasted onto her forehead. Harry clenched his fists in anger before he heard footsteps. He turned his head to see Sirius running towards him.

"What was the shout for?" Sirius asked before he noticed Eileen's form. "EILEEN."

"Get her to the sick bay," Harry exclaimed, lifting Eileen's unconscious body to Sirius. Sirius quickly took Eileen's body before sprinting off. Harry watched as Sirius sprinted around the corner. Harry was clenching his fists so hard that blood was dripping onto the floor.

"Whoever did this," Harry said to himself, gathering his magic. He then turned around before storming off towards the Slytherin commons.

"I'm going to make them pay," Harry swore; his eyes turning badger-like.