Ok firstly… Harry and the Slytherins are this stories hero’s; therefore they will be saving the day but for their own agendas rather than for ‘good’. For example, Hermione is Harry’s friend because he wants her to help him get the Stone, he just happens to want to be her friend along the way. For example, Harry saved the Stone for Tom; Dumbledore just told everyone it was destroyed making Harry out as a hero.

Secondly… this story is canon, for the most part I said that, I’m sorry if some people don’t like the fact that the Slytherin’s have some of the Gryffindor’s lines, but I can’t have the Gryff’s say it in this or it would be weird. And another thing is some people do like ‘good’ Slytherin’s, even though they aren’t really ‘good’. I don’t mean to be horrible or lose readers, but that’s the way it is, if you don’t like this one, why don’t you read my other fiction instead.

Thirdly… did I say Harry was dead? I don’t think I did, and if I did it was a mistake. Harry was A.K.’d, then Harry went missing, the Ministry official in Chapter 2 saw him and the curse scar, so he couldn’t be dead. Why would, if he was kidnapped, Voldemort want a dead child? He wouldn’t but he’d want one that survived the killing curse, yes he would.

Fourthly… I made a mistake in Chapter 2, etc. the house elf isn’t Dobby its Spiffy, Dobby doesn’t come in till another chapter or so.

Fifthly… Ron is an idiot; so far no one wants him to do anything, but his mother thinks it would help having ‘light’ friends.

Sixthly… enjoy this chapter and the next.

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Chapter 18

Summer Fun

Most of the summer flew by, owls were sent and received. The friends met up and the Death Eaters had their meetings, and Hermione, thinking over what Harry said, didn’t say a word to anyone about You-Know-Who being back.

When Harry’s birthday came around, invitations were sent out for a joint party. Draco’s being the month before wasn’t celebrated due to them being in school that year. Severus and Tom were invited of course, as well as the Death Eaters and their children who were friends with the boys. And, Lucius noticed as he took the invitations to the owlry, a few other people were on the guest list as well.

With the decorations ready to be set up, and the house elves memorizing the menu, all they needed to wait for were the replies.

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Two days later

“To Miss. Hermione Granger,

We cordially invite you to attend our joint 12th Birthday Party, Saturday 31st July. Please reply ASAP via owl.

Sincerely,

Draco & Harry Malfoy

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P.S. I promise it will be fine! Oh, relax Mudblood; Harry won’t let you be hurt. Sorry about Draco. Who said it was me? You just did… Sorry about this Mione. I hope you’re allowed to come. Father will send a portkey if you like, I assume you’ve read about them.”

“Mum!” Hermione ran into the kitchen clutching the letter. “Dad, can I go please?” She gave her father the letter.

“What do you mean, ‘won’t let you be hurt’? Why would they hurt you?” Her father asked concerned.

“Their parents are purebloods, they don’t like muggleborn’s, like me, but Harry’s my friend and if Mr. Malfoy sent the letter he mustn’t mind. Ple-e-ease?” Hermione begged, speaking really fast hoping they wouldn’t hear enough to ask more questions.

It seemingly worked, as her father nodded. “If it’s ok with your mother.”

“MUM!” Hermione grinned charmingly. “Please?”

“Ok, but get a ‘portkey’ or whatever, I don’t want you flying or anything. Especially on your own.” Hermione nodded and ran off to her room again. Penning a quick reply she attached it to the waiting bird.

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Same time, different place

“To Misters Fred & George Weasly,

We cordially invite you to attend our joint 12th Birthday Party, Saturday 31st July. Please reply ASAP via owl.

Sincerely,

Draco & Harry Malfoy

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P.S. Enjoy yourselves, but don’t prank too many people! Oh and rub this is Ronnekins face for me I hope you’re allowed to come. Father will send a portkey if you like.”

“Mum…”

“…Dad…”

“…May we have…”

“…Permission to attend…”

“…The Malfoy’s birthday…”

“…Party tomorrow…”

“…Afternoon? And can…”

“…We go to Diagon…”

“…Alley now to buy…”

“…Them a gift?” Fred and George asked with identical mischievous grins.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasly looked at each other and scowled. Mrs. Weasly nodded and wagged her finger.

“If you go getting into trouble there I’ll skin you both alive!” The boys looked down. “Your father has to work with that man and he’s bad enough as he is without lording your bad behavior over us as well.”

“Harry said it was alright.” Fred muttered under his breath.

Mrs. Weasly’s attitude changed completely. “Well if it’s alright with Harry. But don’t go over the top.”

“Yes mum, thanks mum. Bye dad.” The boys flood to Diagon Alley and went shopping. Mr. Weasly shook his head.

“They didn’t even send a reply first.” Mrs. Weasly ‘tsk-ed’ and wrote one out herself, before sending it back with the owl that delivered the invitation.

“It could be useful if they were friends. It might bring Harry back to our side.”

“Maybe, maybe.” Mr. Weasly muttered before leaving the kitchen for the garage, muttering about re-wiring plugs.

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Back at the Manor Hades and Hedwig flew through the open window in the living room. Narcissa and Lucius were sat on the couch, his arm around her waist as she leaned into him. He was peppering kisses along her jaw while Draco shot them looks that clearly meant ‘not-in-front-of-the-kids’. Harry laughed at them and got up. Pulling the parchment from the owls’ legs he waved them off to the owlry for a rest and a drink.

Unrolling the parchment he grinned. Draco went over and read aloud.

“Dear Harry and Pureblood,

Well it serves you right if you don’t like it Draco!

Anyway, I’m allowed to go but my mum doesn’t want me flying on my own or anything (like I’m ever getting on a broom again) so would it be ok for you to send a portkey? Thank you for inviting me, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger.”

“Pureblood? She can’t call me that, like that!” Draco folded his arms across his chest offended.

“I told you to stop calling her a Mudblood.”

“It’s an affectionate nickname.” He insisted with a shake of his head.

“And so is pureblood.” Draco glared. “She likes me more.” Harry stuck his tongue out.

“How’d you figure?”

“I’m Harry not ‘half-blood’.” Draco growled, and ripped the other piece of parchment from Harry and began to read.

“Misters Malfoy,

In regards to your party, I have given my sons permission to attend provided they do not cause too much trouble, if they do feel free to punish them as necessary. Thank you for inviting them. I believe they will able to floo tomorrow if that is acceptable.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Weasly.”

“Great, everyone’s coming!” Harry grinned.

“Death Eater punishment’s, she must hate them.” Draco grinned. “Or are they really that much trouble?” Harry just laughed.

“It’s ok father, right? That they come tomorrow? It’s just that well; I thought you wouldn’t send them invitations out if you had a problem with it but maybe…”

“It’s fine Harry. As long as you both have fun, and do try not to get into trouble.”

“We will!” Lucius looked at them. “…try not to get in trouble we mean.” Draco added with an embarrassed flush spreading across his face.

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The next evening rolled around and people began arriving from 12pm onto 4pm. The last to get there was Tom and the 3 surprise guests. Tom walked through the double doors to the living room followed by two red haired teenagers. The people assembled minus the Malfoy’s stared open mouthed at the two boys until Lucius coughed loudly, and their mouths snapped shut.

“Look who I found in the fireplace.” Tom walked the boys to Harry who grinned and hugged the twins.

“Hey, you came!”

“Of course…”

“…We did…” They grinned and faced Draco.

“…Hello to…”

“…You too.” They both reached out and ruffled his hair. Draco scowled and tried to flatten his gelled locks.

“Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.” Fred greeted and they nodded.

“Hey Professor Snape.” George called and the boys waved and Severus rolled his eyes.

“Everyone else…” They smiled and nodded together. “Here.” They both held out a box each. With a suspicious look Draco took one and Harry the other and left to place them on a table with the rest of the gifts.

“You want a drink?” Harry offered them a goblet each filled with pumpkin juice. And together they muttered the spell Seamus Finnegan had been trying to use all year, turning their juice into wine. “If you wanted wine, you should have asked.” Harry laughed, and they offered him the first taste.

He took a swallow and spat it straight back out again. “Eugh! That’s nasty!” Fred shrugged and put his goblet down.

“Can we have some wine please?” They chorused and Harry just laughed and clicked his fingers. A house elf appeared next to him with a silver tray, two goblets on top. “Thanks.”

“Spiffy is being happy to serve masters friends.” And the house elf popped away again. Fred and George were introduced to some of the people there but were fonder of Bellatrix than any others. Mainly because every time they opened their mouth she got this nasty look on her face and huffed away.

Moments later Hermione appeared in the room, looking rather ill and dizzy. Harry reached out and grabbed her just as she was about to fall.

“Sorry I’m late. I had to explain what a portkey was before my mum would let me use it.” She pulled two small square boxes out of her pocket and un-shrank them. “Happy birthday both of you.”

“Thank you Mione.” “Thanks Mudblood.”

“I take it the name didn’t bother you?” She asked curiously and Harry snorted his disagreement.

They left the presents with the others and introduced Hermione to a few people. She went to talk to Fred and George after a while, and Harry went over to his father and the group of people around him.

“Hi guys.” They nodded. “First, she’s muggleborn, and second you will be nice!” Cain Zabini raised and eyebrow. “She saved your son’s life, and,” he looked at Tom. “She helped get your stone. Like I was going to sit in a library all Christmas.” He huffed.

A few of them nodded and the others just looked at Harry before looking away. He went to get her, and noticed she was standing with Draco now.

“Hey come on. After I’ll introduce you to Tom alone.” Harry smiled reassuringly and Hermione looked ill again.

‘Oh Gods, they’re going to hate me. And Tom’s going to hate me, and they’re going to kill me…’

“Calm down Granger! You’re giving me a headache. No one’s going to kill you, and if Harry can stomach you Tom will.” Draco muttered.

“You did it again! I can’t even remember the last time you did that!” Harry grinned. “It was like half a year ago though.”

“Huh?” Hermione frowned. “I didn’t say anything.”

“I’m telepathic, or I was for a little while last year. I forgot!” Draco grinned. ‘Harry is a muggle lover.’

‘Am not, I won!’ They grinned at each other.

“What? Can you hear everything everyone thinks?”

“No, only when they’re loud or I’m wondering what they’re thinking, and if I think of a person I can talk to them.” Hermione nodded, meaning she was going to look it up in the library when they got back to school.

“Come on, he’s right, Tom will love you.” Harry took her hand and led her over to his father’s small group. “Father, Cain, Rudolph, Severus, Tom, Walden, Theodore, this is Hermione Granger, Gryffindor. Mione, my father, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Lestrange; his wife’s around somewhere, Professor Snape you know, Mr. McNaire; his daughter’s in our year and Mr. Nott, his son is a Slytherin beater.

“And of course, You-Know-Who.” Harry grinned, “Although he prefers Voldemort, or Tom.”

“Hello Sirs, Voldemort. How are you all?” Most everyone answered fine, a few nodded.

“Okie dokie let us go… that way now.” Harry grabbed the shaking girls hand and dragged her away. “Uh, where did the twins go?”

They looked around the room, and noticed the door that lead to the 4th corridor, the same one that lead to the dungeon was open.

“Shit, oh shit.”

“What is it?”

“Dungeon. Nagini’s down there with Aoife.” Hermione bit her lip, but before Harry could go after them the two teens came flying in the door.

“Did you know…”

“…There are two snakes…”

“…Down there? One…”

“…Is rather large…”

“…And there’s…”

“…A body as well.”

“Uh… Aoife is mine.” Harry answered with a quick look at his father.

“The body or…”

“…One of the snakes?”

“Uh… snake.” Harry bit his lip.

“Cool!” They grinned. Harry swallowed; they really were a lot of effort.

“So presents?” Draco called trying to get everyone away from that door so Tom could do something about the corpse.

Harry grabbed the bright blue box from Fred and Draco took the orange one from George. Draco pulled the paper off and lifted the lid; around 10 springy snakes came flying out of the top of the box, startling Draco who dropped it while the twins laughed.

“That” Gasp. “was” Laugh. “Harry’s.”

Harry grinned and handed the blue box to Draco, who took it unwillingly. He crossed his fingers on one hand and pulled the paper and lid off. Nothing happened and he let out a sigh of relief.

“I don’t get it.” Harry looked at the twins who were frowning.

“It was working…”

“…When we bought it.” Fred looked over at the box. “Oh, I remember now.”

“Activus.” George tapped his wand against the box after placing it on the floor.

A ‘whiz-ing’ noise droned out the quiet conversations of the party goers. A bright pink light shot out of the box, followed by a blue then a red and a green and an orange and yellow and white and black and purple. Sparkles of light fell down from them as they spelt the words, ‘Happy Birthday’.

“Fireworks.” Hermione called out to Draco who was staring in shock.

When happy birthday faded, a large silver dragon came out of the box and exploded sending what looked like rain drops down on everyone. Draco was practically bouncing in his seat until he looked over at Harry who was frantically stamping on various spots of the carpet that had caught fire.

“Oh sorry…”

“…Harry.” They looked down and Harry just shrugged it was alright.

They opened other presents; jewelry, clothing, books, toys. The came Hermione’s present. Draco opened his first and pulled out a thick book. He flipped it over and read the title out loud with a scowl.

“‘The Difference Between Mudbloods and Purebloods: A Parody’. Very funny Granger.”

Harry and the Twins thought it was hilarious of course and all three of them were roaring with laughter, Draco shooting each one a dirty look.

“I thought you’d like it, Pureblood.” She stuck her tongue out. “Read the first page.”

Draco opened the book and read again. “‘The difference between Mudbloods and Purebloods is that while Mudbloods can be taken out in public, you’d prefer to leave a pureblood at home rather than run the risk of swelling their ego’.” Draco glared and Harry burst into another fit of laughter, this time followed by Blaise.

“Oh give me that, please?” Harry gasped out through his laughter. When the book was thrown at him by a scowling Draco he opened it again. “‘Definition of a Mudblood: Witch or Wizard born to non-magical parents’. ‘Definition of a Pureblood: Uptight, egotistical know-it-all who have nothing better to do than marry, spend money and follow the reigning Dark Lord’. Oh Gods this is good!” He gasped again, trying to breath. “Where did you find this?”

“It was in a shop in Muggle London. I was looking for something for you actually; it was a muggle witchcraft shop, turns out its run by two muggleborn witches. I saw this and knew Dray would love it.” She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and grinned. He sneered and shoved her off, his arms folded across his chest sulkily.

“Maybe I should have given it to you? He’s taken offence.” She mock pouted.

“It’s only funny cause I’m laughing at him.” He grinned innocently when Draco glared at him. The Twins and Blaise still thought it was funny. “You know, personally I think they discriminate against Half-Bloods the most. I don’t see any books about them.” Harry grinned at Tom who shook his head mock sternly.

“I’ll see what I can find for you.” Hermione said with a laugh. She handed him his own present and bit her lip nervously.

He opened it and his mouth dropped open. “Wow.” It was a beautiful white gold frame, with a hollow between, coils of silver snakes rose through the hollow the entire way around the square. Their tails wrapped around the next snake, and the tongues touched the one on the other side. Emeralds were embedded in the eye sockets of each coil, and their tongues were studded with rubies.

In the centre of the frame was a picture of Harry sitting in Draco’s lap with Blaise standing behind them grinning and waving.

“I didn’t have a picture for it, and I asked Blaise and he gave me a few. This was my favorite.”

Harry grinned remembering when they had taken that. They had gone to a muggle beach during the summer Harry had turned 10. After trying to drown Draco he had jumped in his lap and refused to move. His brother hadn’t minded and just wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s waist. Narcissa had grabbed the camera and called Blaise over.

He had jumped behind them and began to frantically wave at her. Harry traced the picture with his thumb.

Picture Harry leaned backwards and pressed a kiss to Draco’s cheek, he blushed and hugged Harry tighter while Blaise kept waving, and the picture repeated itself.

“Thanks Mione.” Harry hugged her and kissed her cheek while the adults passed the photo around, ‘aww-ing’ at it.

“You’re very welcome, Half-Blood.” Draco laughed and Harry went and sat in his lap with a smirk.

“Cake now please thanks much.” He grinned and Spiffy appeared again; hovering a large three tier cake, the top and smallest tier was iced in red with a golden snitch on top, with a plastic snake and three robed men beside it.

“Yeah you guys are funny.” Draco snorted. “It was a joke, and Aoife wasn’t there.”

The second tier was iced in green with a silver dragon on top, and the third and largest tier was iced in black with a large green Dark Mark on top,

“We added the top tier when I sent out the invitations. It was only fair.” Lucius grinned and handed the boys a knife each.

They cut the cake and Narcissa took photos with her magical camera. Harry handed the red cake out between the Gryffindor’s and himself, Draco cut the green tier and gave the Slytherin’s a piece. And the adults had a piece of the third tier which Blaise was let cut. Each of the three boys took a plastic figure and grinned.

“Present from the house elves?” Harry laughed. Blaise hit him around the back of the head grinning. “MUM!” Harry whined when Narcissa got a picture of him being smacked.

All the children began to sing happy birthday and Hermione pointed out they did it in the wrong order. The house elves put the presents in the correct rooms, and took a whole group picture. Then took one of each family with the birthday boy’s and one of the Slytherin’s together and then of the Gryffindor’s with Harry and Draco.

Thanking Spiffy Harry took the photos and gave them a shake. He looked over the picture on top. He and Draco were in the middle, with Narcissa and Lucius on Draco’s side, and Severus and Tom standing beside Harry.

“I need another photo frame.” Hermione laughed.

“Wait till next Christmas.” She hugged him once more and took the new portkey from Lucius. “Bye Mr. Malfoy thanks again.”

“Lucius and you’re welcome.” Hermione disappeared with a soft ‘pop’. The Twins flood home next after Lucius wrote a quick note to their parents assuring them that the boys were no trouble.

Slowly most of the others left, and at 5am only Severus, Tom, the Zabini’s and Malfoy’s were left in the house.

“Bed.” Narcissa ordered and the three kids went, yawning and grinning, off to bed. The 6 remaining adults clicked their fingers for a house elf, and when three arrived ordered them to clean up and headed to bed themselves, the guest rooms already made up.

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The cake layer refers to A Christmas Party chapter.