Nuuma veiilae: exsfao a xwiisaden, yiif xiy damnenova. (Just another saying from my language. :D)
After Harry's meeting with Dumbledore, he more than ever wished he had a friend to confide in. He had no idea what a Horcrux was and, worse, no idea how to persuade Slughorn to give up the information. He didn't have the charm of young Tom Riddle. He didn't know how to seduce or persuade others. He had barely managed to get Theodore to date him and it had taken blackmail to accomplish this...
...now that he was thinking about Theodore, he quite forgot Slughorn and gazed across the classroom over at his friend...his boyfriend...
They hadn't really discussed being together. It wasn't really any different than being friends except now they could kiss and hold each other and...more...if they ever lasted that long. He really wanted to say they were dating now, but it really didn't feel different, even in the slightest.
He was so preoccupied with these thoughts that he hadn't heard a word that Slughorn had said about Golgalott's Third Law about antidotes and, when he read the book, found he didn't understand it in the least. Gathering a poison, he stalked over to Theodore and set up is cauldron beside him.
"I am lost." Harry muttered under his breath.
"Well, than you shouldn't have been staring over at me with a rather braindead expression." Theodore gave him a reprimanding look as pink flushed up onto Harry's face.
"You should just be glad I was staring at you." Harry growled, opening his book.
"Well, maybe the Prince will have given you a hint."
"Doubt it..." He was right as it seemed the Prince fully understood exactly what book said. He began flipping through the pages, looking for anything helpful, and found it finally: Just shove a bezoar doesn their throats.
A flashback took him to his first potion lesson with Snape as the man had picked on several of the terrified Gryffindors with questions that hadn't even been covered in their book. His mouth dropped, eyes gazing at the handwriting which was becoming all the more familiar.
"Snape..." He whispered and Theodore turned to look at him.
"What?"
"N-nothing."
Harry walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bezoar before returning to his cauldron and pretended to work on it. Theodore, it seemed, while understanding the concept, continued to struggle through it. For his part, feeling a bit vindictive Theodore wasn't going to help Harry understand the concept, Harry didn't feel like being very helpful. It paid off in the end, using a bezoar as Slughorn had thought it rather brave and gave Harry ten points for "sheer cheek."
Seeing an opportunity to talk to Slughorn, Harry told Theodore he was going to stay behind to grasp the understanding of the Third Rule (Theo just nodded, infuriated that Harry had managed to best him in Potions again and with hardly any work) and waited there until everyone had gone. He did not chose the correct wording, he later realized. He and Slughorn had started the conversation almost exactly as Slughorn and Voldemort had and he had been thrown out of the classroom rather quickly and without much time to argue.
Theodore and Harry didn't talk for a whole two days after this potions class because of how irritated Theo was at Harry and Harry swore Slughorn was never going to like him again, but as Harry didn't bring up the topic, he reverted to his normal excitement over Harry's potion skills.
Finally on speaking terms with Theo once more, Harry pointed out his discovery.
"This is Snape's handwriting." Harry told him. "Look. I swore I'd seen it before...I just...it's not as certain as it is now. See how spidery it looks?"
"Knew it was Snape's."
Harry's mouth dropped. "You knew and you didn't bother to tell me?"
Theodore shrugged. "Know how much you like a good adventure."
"You little prat!" Harry smacked him with the book and then gave a chuckle. "I can't believe you!"
"Well, you did enjoy solving the riddle, didn't you?"
"Of course." Harry snorted, opening the book and staring at its contents once more. "I wonder if I should tell him."
"Would be a good idea."
Harry's eyes narrowed at this and he looked straight at Theodore. "You want it taken away, you git."
Theo twitched a smile. "How'd you know?"
"Because you accepted the idea to quickly." He smacked the taller boy with the book again and then stowed it away. "Best not tell Snape, huh?"
Seeming resigned to the fact that Harry was going to continue the book, Theodore agreed with a sigh.
February arrived quicker than either expected and they had gone to the Great Hall to take their Apparation lessons. This was relatively unexciting, except for when Susan Bones splinched herself, and basically unsatisfying as not even Theodore had managed to do it in this first lesson. As they started down into the dungeons, Draco suddenly grabbed them.
"Hey." He seemed incredibly nervous, but spoke anyways, "Look. I need lookouts. I know this is crazy and I can't tell you what I'm up to, but...you two mind?"
"Not really." Theodore replied casually. "As long as I can continue to study."
"I don't care."
"What about Goyle and Crabbe?" Harry asked.
"They're getting a bit mutinous." Draco admitted.
"Most blokes would if you were having them use Polyjuice Potion to turn into girls." Theodore pointed out to a very stunned Draco. "It messes with their idea of their manliness."
Draco gave a weak laugh. "So, Potter, are you in?"
"On the condition you stop calling me 'Potter'." Harry replied dryly. "If I'm going to be a lookout while you're up to nefarious deeds, I think we should be on a first name basis."
"Fine." Draco rolled his eyes. "Thank you...Theo...H-Harry."
"Are we going to have to use Polyjuice Potion?" Theodore asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes." Draco nodded. "People know you're hang out spots and Potter gets hexed too often."
"Not my fault." Harry grumbled.
"And, worse, I suspect the Weasel King knows something because he's been following me around."
"Hang on." Theodore suddenly seemed apprehensive. "Weasel has this map of Hogwarts that shows you names of people. Can't use Polyjuice Potion because the names would still show up and he'd know it was us. Last thing we need is more fuel to his fire."
"But..."
"We need to get that map." Harry told Draco. "One of the Marauders has it."
"If Neville has it..." Draco started, but Theodore interrupted.
"No. Don't trust him with it anymore. Kept losing it, the dunderheaded idiot."
"Blood traitor too." Draco made a scathing noise. "Fine, but at least that narrows it down. One of the other morons is using it. I'll pay you to get that map and to be my lookouts."
"Better pay high, Draco." Harry gave a devilish grin. "Since you're not telling us what it is you're up to."
Seeming as if this didn't bother him in the least, Draco made plans to get the map before the next Hogsmeade visit and then they split.
The next day, Harry told Blaise all about what he'd been told.
"So he needs a lookout for something he's up to?" Blaise frowned. "And you actually said 'yes' to helping him?"
"What better way to find out than to be close to the action?" Harry asked wryly. "Anyways, I'm still telling you what I'm discovering, so doesn't that state my side well enough."
Blaise contemplated this and then seemed to agree that this plan was fine.
"I want a full report."
"Sir, yes, sir." Harry mocked a salute, but this only left Zabini, a pureblood and complete moron to Muggles, quite confused. "Right...anyways...I'll tell you what I learn as it comes. Wish me luck."
"All the luck in the world."
The above translates to: "Wild wind: free and untamed, it cannot be broken."