(Normal pov)
It didn't take long for the end of October arrived, at least for the inhabitants of Hogwarts. The days passed quickly for the students and staff.
Harry had gotten used to staying in his room in the Slytherin dorms, only going into his trunk to work on potions or to train.
It wasn't until the halfway through October that Harry had finally cornered the elusive Potions Professor alone.
While Snape hated him, because of Dumbledore no doubt, the potions master had to at least admit that the boy knew his potions, though Harry only answered questions that could be found in the first years book.
The class Harry had finally been able to get the professor alone was when the student's had to finish their boil curing potions. The rest of class left after handing in their potions, Harry was the last one to hand his perfect potion in.
(Flashback in Harry's pov)
"What are you still doing here Mr. Potter?" The Professor glared at him.
"I wanted to talk to you Professor."
"About?"
"Before I tell you, do you have a secondary memory bank, in case someone erases your memories?"
"How did you...?"
"The sorting hat told me that I can trust you with what I need to tell you. But he told me to have you activate your replacement memories first."
He looked skeptical at first, but then he muttered something, too low for me to hear.
The next thing I know, the potions master fell to his knees, clutching his head. After a couple of minutes, the professor stood up, rather shakily, before walking over to his potions cabinet and downing a vial of headache relief.
(End flashback, back to normal pov)
After getting a Wizards Oath, the student and professor talked about the newly restored memories, the Headmasters manipulations, and the boys true intelligence.
Harry told the man of his few short years with the Dursleys, but refused to tell him where he had been living, for the time being anyway. He simply said that he wasn't ready to tell him about his secret hideout, only that no one, not even Dumbledore could harm him there.
While the professor did not like not knowing if he was safe during summer break, he agreed to let Harry keep it a secret.
They had agreed to continue the dislike in front of others, but to meet in detentions in order to get to know each other.
It was in this spirit, that the two had spent the day before Halloween, Harry serving a 'detention' in the potions lab.
Harry was telling Sev, a nickname he could only use when they are alone, about some of the things he had found in his parents journals. Sev would listen intently, and tell his side of some of the stories.
Harry found the new points of view fascinating. He had learned so much about his parents, more than he could have hoped for by just reading the journals.
Harry had learned about the time his mum had first been told that she was a witch. Apparently Sev had been hiding and watched Lily and Petunia at the park near their home. Lily had a flower in her hand and the flower kept opening and closing its petals.
Sev came out from behind the nearby bush and told her that she was a witch and that he was a wizard. Sev laughed at a memory of Lily asking if it was all true.
He had also learned why Sev hated his father during their school years. Not only was it because of the pranks, but also because he was jealous. Sev loved his mum, and she ended up marrying James.
Sev would have to watch the love of his life marry his enemy, and start a family with him. A family Sev had wanted, with her by his side as his wife and the mother of his children.
Then Sev had to watch her die, protecting the son of his enemy. A son that could have been his, if he hadn't ruined his chance with her, by uttering just one word.
The Potions Master had told him that it had surprised him when his parents came to him to ask him to be his Magical Guardian if something happened to them.
Apparently, all it took was one look at the baby in Lily's arms, the little boy with her eyes, and he agreed. -
(Harry's pov)
I woke up, exhausted after getting very little sleep. I ended up staying with Sev until nearly midnight, and had to have him escort me to the Common Room so I wouldn't get in trouble for being out past curfew.
Even when I made it to my room I went into my potions lab to work on a potion I had been working on. I didn't get to bed until about 3am.
I was sluggish as Draco, Daphne and I made our way to breakfast, before heading off to the first class of the day.
(Ron's pov)
I hated watching Harry Potter as he walked around with Malfoy. He didn't belong with those snakes. It's supposed to be me that Harry hangs out with, not the Junior Death Eaters.
But every time I try to reach out to the misinformed boy, he turned away. I had tried to explain to him that the Slytherins were evil, and that their parents would only try to kill him, but he wouldn't listen to me.
I told him that Malfoy was only his friend so that he could gain favor with his father, who is a big supporter of You-Know-Who. I told him that he had followed the man who killed his parents, and that the second he let his guard down, he'd kill him to avenge his master.
Harry told me that I had no idea what I was talking about. That I was being prejudiced, and that I should get my facts straight before making such accusations again.
I glared at Malfoy as he talked to Harry, as if they were best friends.
(Harry's pov)
Ten years ago today, my parents died protecting me. After my last class, Charms with the Ravens, I walked alone to the dormitory. Draco and Blaise wanted to come with me but I told them that I just wanted to be alone.
Since they knew what today was for me they went to the feast, with promises to bring me back some food. I told them that I would be in my room if they needed me.
It wasn't a complete lie. I was actually going to be in my trunk, in the training room like I did ever year since I left the Dursleys.
I placed a charm on the common room, so if anyone wanted to talk to me or was for one reason or another wanted to come to my room, I would know, and have enough time to get out of my trunk and look like I'm doing something in my room rather than in my home.
Every year I would go into the training room with two candles and place them on the table up against the wall, beneath the pictures I had drawn from my few memories I had of my parents.
Even though the only memories I have is seeing them dead, or in mums case, being killed, I can use the memories of what they looked like to do actual pictures of them. Ones where they are happy and smiling, not worried and dead.
I would take that time to think about what my life could have been like if they had lived. I wonder if my parents would have been proud of me, if they would have loved me.
(Snape's pov)
I had a bad feeling about dinner. I still hated Dumbledore for the foolish decisions he had made this year. About the stone, and about Quirrel. I knew what he was, but Dumbledore would not listen.
I took a secret look around. Quirrel wasn't at dinner. I had a feeling that what ever was going to happen tonight, that he will be behind it.
I looked down at my snakes, realizing quickly that Harry wasn't at dinner either. Well, I didn't truly expect him to be here tonight, knowing what tonight is to him. However, with Quirrel also missing...
Suddenly the missing professor forced his way into the Great Hall, with a panicked look on his face.
*Here we go...* I thought to myself.
"Troll! In the dungeons! Though you should know." He yelled, before fainting. The students all began to panic, except for my snakes. While they were scared, they weren't panicking like the other houses. My first year boys looked worried though.
I walked over to my 6th and 7th year prefects. I told them that when the houses were dismissed for the 7th years to take the Slytherins to the library until he told them it was clear. I looked over to my 6th year prefects.
"I want you to go to the common room, using the secret passegeway, and check on Mr. Potter. Keep him in the Common Room. If you must, use the secret passageways to get him to the library until the coast is clear."
I looked over at the rest of the houses seeing them still freaking out, thought not screaming like they had earlier.
Dumbledore called for silence and told the prefects to take the students back to the Common rooms.
I calmly watched the prefects each call for their houses to follow them. My 7th years taking care of the younger snakes.
(Draco's pov)
I followed the prefects as they told us that we were heading to the library and away from danger. I walked over to the closest 7th year prefect.
"Harry is down in the Common Room and missed the feast. He doesn't know about the troll. We need to send someone to check on him."
"Don't worry Malfoy. Professor Snape already knew where Potter was and has sent the 6th year prefects to make sure he stays in the Common Room." I nodded, and walked back to Blaise and Daphne, who were both worried about him.
Together we continued on to the library, knowing that even though my godfather doesn't like my newest friend, he would not let anything happen to a Slytherin. We stick together no matter what.