Title: Hated Salvation
Author: Batsutousai
Pairing(s): Tom(Voldemort)/Harry, Sirius/Remus, Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, AU(pre-OotP), child abuse,
Summary: Lily Potter had not created enemies when she died, but a bond that would change the world.
Disclaim Her: Hardly. I am following the OotP plotline to a certain extent and you may see some quotes from the book in this and later chapters. After all, why change the original if it works? XD

A/N: Gomen, gomen, gomen! I meant to have this out yesterday, but I got lazy and wasn't getting any where for a while there. I was going to sit down and bash out this chapter this past weekend, but then I had Otakon to go to and without a laptop, I didn't have a way to take it with me! So I knocked out over two thousand words for you in about four hours, then slammed together a beta job in one. -holds hands in front of face and grovels- Please forgive me for being late?

Lemme know if you see any crappy-ness. Like I said, I was kinda rushing this thing, so the beta-job I did is most likely complete crap. I'll try and remember to hand this over to magickmaker17 some time later this week for a better job, k?

...And in a world ruled...

After being hurried to King's Cross with a guard of Order members that Harry knew was pointless, the easy-going hustle and bustle of the platform was rather soothing. The three friends said good-bye to the Order members who had come with them - including the Grim-like Padfoot and a tired Remus - then slipped onto the train and into an empty compartment. After being assured that Harry would be fine by himself, Hermione and Ron went to their Prefect meeting - they'd both been made Prefects over the summer - leaving Harry to read his potions book in silence.

Harry wasn't bothered for a whole half-an-hour. When the door finally popped open, he looked up and was surprised to find Draco glancing quietly at him instead of any of his expected friends. "This is a surprise," he commented neutrally.

Draco allowed a brief smile to cross his face, then sneered. "Weasel and Granger left you all alone I see, Potter. Have they finally figured out that you're not worth their time?"

Harry smiled knowingly. "No, they just had to go to the Prefect meeting. I'm sure you saw them there." He cocked his head to one side, then asked, "Where are your useless bodyguards, anyway? They finally learn that being in Voldemort's favour isn't the wisest thing in the world?"

Draco's sneer turned into a pleased smirk. "No, Potter. I told them to watch over Pansy, since I certainly wouldn't need any help against someone as pitiful as yourself. Is it true that the Dark Lord captured you this summer and beat you?"

Harry shrugged mildly. "Tell me yourself - I'm certainly here on the train, aren't I?"

"Malfoy! What are you doing bothering Harry?"

Draco turned to sneer nastily down the hall. "Imagine, Weasel and the Mudblood, together again. Dating yet?"

Harry glanced out into the hallway, since Draco had moved from the doorway, and could see Ron turning red while Hermione looked furious. "Get out of here, you bloody ferret! Go piss someone else off!" Ron shouted.

"You're losing your touch, Weasel," Draco taunted.

Harry rolled his eyes and placed his wand at the back of Draco's neck. "I'd leave if I were you, Malfoy. One never knows what curses I may or may not have learned during my supposed stay in Voldemort's dungeons," he suggested quietly.

Draco had stiffened. "Fine," he said coldly, then stalked past Ron and Hermione without another word. It was only because he was looking for it that Harry saw Draco and Ron's hands touch for one brief moment of apology.

Ron and Hermione stepped into the compartment looking furious. They waited until Harry had spelled the compartment against eavesdroppers - Sirius and Remus had happily taught him a few when he had asked during his stay at Grimmauld Place - before calming down and sitting.

"I can't believe he's still such a brat!" Hermione said, still looking a little angry.

Harry smiled at her. "He's pretending, Hermione. He fights with us for appearances sake, just as Professor Snape will still continue to insult me in class. Not everyone in the school will take our secrets as calmly as you have, after all."

Hermione's anger seemed to die as Harry spoke. "It still bothers me," she mumbled after a quiet moment.

"It bothers us too," Ron said with a sad look. "But we have to pretend anyway. I mean, think about what Mum would do if she found out that I was seeing Draco. Or Dad. Or even Lucius."

"Something tells me that Lucius might not take it as poorly as you think," Harry murmured, thinking back on the Lucius that he so briefly got to know during his stay with Tom.

Ron shrugged. "We don't want to push our luck. I mean, I don't think that You-Know-Who would be such a bastard about it, but some members of the Order might."

"This is stupid," Hermione complained. "I feel like I'm fighting against the Order when it's their words that I believe in!"

Harry and Ron traded careful looks; they weren't so sure anymore that the Order and they believed in the same things. They, unlike Hermione, had both seen a different side of the other side and were left wondering.

When a quiet knock on the door came - giving Harry and Ron an easy way out of Hermione tirade - Harry stood and knocked down his wards, then let Neville in with a welcome smile. "How was your summer?" he inquired easily as Hermione made room for their year-mate.

And so the rest of the train ride was spent with the four friends - and later an addition of Ginny and her Ravenclaw friend, Luna Lovegood - trading stories of their summers. Neville never seemed to notice how Harry jumped over most of his vacation with a Slytherin-like ease and some careful looks.


When the group of friends got off the train, Harry's eyes unconsciously looked around for Hagrid, but when he heard Professor Grubbly-Plank's voice calling, "First years line up over here, please! All first years to me!" his heart fell.

"Where's Hagrid?" Ron asked quietly.

Harry glanced over at his friend and saw that none of their other friends had heard him over the hubbub. He shrugged, then murmured back, "I haven't the faintest. You don't suppose he got fired?"

"No..." Ron tugged on a lock of hair in agitation. "No, I don't think Dumbledore would fire Hagrid." Ron glanced at Harry sideways. "Wasn't he on something for the Order over the summer?"

"I would have thought he'd be back by now, though," Harry pointed out.

"Dunno." Ron shrugged. "Ask your father."

"I will," Harry muttered, scowling at the ground. Why hadn't he thought to ask about Hagrid before, anyway? Was it because he'd never had any real reason to think of his friend over the summer?

'Perhaps it's because you just had so much to think about over the summer that Rubeus was the last thing on your mind,' Tom's voice suggested in his mind. 'And before you ask, your father hasn't told me a bloody thing about Rubeus, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know anything.'

Harry smiled at the faint annoyance in his bonded's voice. 'Thank you, Tom,' he replied, then glanced at Ron, who was giving him a curious look. "Tom doesn't know, either, but he said to ask Professor Snape."

"Sounds good."

"What are you two whispering about back there?" Ginny teased, smiling back at them. Hermione and Neville glanced back as well, looking curious. Luna was smiling at a nearby tree.

"Discussing where Hagrid might have gotten to," Ron offered easily. "Why? Are you lot talking about us up there?"

Harry snorted in amusement as Hermione and Ginny denied any such conversations. He glanced beyond his friends at the carriages and froze. "What-?"

'They're thestrals,' Tom's gentle voice offered, sounding muted by some emotion that Harry couldn't quite place.

"Mate? You okay?" Ron asked, looking worried.

Harry glanced up at his friends and found that they'd all stopped walking and were looking at him in concern. "Fine," he assured them. "Just thinking." He offered them a careful smile and they all started walking again, though Ron kept shooting him concerned looks. Harry ignored Ron and turned his attention back to Tom. 'What are they?'

Tom sighed, and that time Harry recognized the pain-filled sadness that came from his bonded. 'They are carnivorous magical horses. Most people believe they're unlucky, since you can only see them after you've seen death.'

It took all of Harry's will power to not stop walking again. 'Cedric...' he whispered as his fellow champion flashed through his mind.

'I'm sorry,' Tom whispered.

'I know,' Harry responded, then returned his attention to the real world, feeling numb. He could see these horses because Tom had killed Cedric. Tom had killed Cedric. Sometimes, it was easy to believe that Tom and Voldemort were two different people. But then...


Harry smiled tiredly at Ron. "Don't worry about it," he suggested quietly.

Ron looked torn for a brief moment, then his eyes hardened. "But I'm going to. So there," he stated, then turned and stepped into the carriage they'd stopped before.

Harry's smile brightened and he felt better. 'I'm glad Ron's my friend.'

'As am I,' Tom slid in.

Harry stepped into the carriage, feeling much better.


The talk during the ride was subdued. Hagrid was brought up by Ginny, but the topic was dropped when Luna pointed out that he wasn't a very good teacher. No matter how much Harry wanted to defend his friend, he knew that Luna was right. Hagrid liked the more dangerous magical creatures too much to ever be a proper teacher - though he was certainly good at getting his students acquainted with the more dangerous of magical creatures.

The five Gryffindors parted with the sole Ravenclaw at the doors of the Great Hall, and Ginny left the four elder Gryffindors for her friends at their House table. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville all made themselves comfortable with their other year-mates near the centre of the table. It was then that Hermione spoke up, pointing at the Head Table.

"Who's that woman?"

The group of fifth years all looked up at the Head Table curiously and Harry sensed Tom looking through his eyes along with him. The woman Hermione had pointed at was fat and rather toad-like. She was dressed in far too much pink - in Harry's opinion - and sent chills up and down Harry's spine on sight. He got a bad feeling about her.

"Don't know," Neville offered. "She doesn't look friendly, does she?"

"Rather ugly, actually," Parvati offered, sticking her nose up in the air. Everyone but Hermione and Harry laughed. Hermione just frowned at her dorm-mate. Harry was listening to Tom.

'Dolores Umbridge. She's Fudge's secretary. I'm assuming she was assigned to the school to keep an eye on Dumbledore,' Tom reported. 'A wise move, in my opinion. Perhaps the Ministry has finally re-found it's lost brain?'

'Bah. The Ministry? Find a brain? Are we thinking about the same Ministry here, Tom?' Harry muttered in reply, feeling disgusted.

Tom laughed. 'A good point, Ha-'

"Harry?" Ron frowned at Harry's dazed look and touched his arm gently. "Mate, you there?"

Harry blinked a few times at his circle of year-mates, all of whom were currently shooting him worried or nasty looks. "Uhm, ye-"

"He's just looking for attention, again," Seamus sneered nastily.

"Wha-?" Harry glanced down at where Seamus was sitting, feeling hurt.

"What's that supposed to mean, Seamus?" Ron snapped back.

"Well, look at him! He's always looking for attention!" Seamus shot back, looking rather angry.

Harry felt something click in his mind and he understood what was wrong in a flash of sadness. "You've been reading the Prophet," he said softly.

Seamus got a nasty look on his face, which he aimed at Harry. "My mum reads it, yeah. We reckon they've got it right about you."

Harry shook his head and sent Ron a pleading look as his friend took a deep breath, prepared to start a fight with Seamus, from the looks of things. "It's not worth it, Ron. If Seamus and his mum want to believe the Prophet, no amount of shouting will set them straight. It might just strengthen their beliefs, actually."

Hermione shot Harry a sharp look. "He's good for you," she decided out loud, then changed the subject quickly, "So, any idea on the woman?"

"Dolores Umbridge. She works for Fudge," Harry reported softly, ignoring the frowns that Seamus and Lavender were shooting him.

"Oh, I hope she's not going to be our Defence professor," Parvati whined. "I don't think I could stand looking at her for a whole hour!"

"She probably is," Harry said, glancing up at the Head Table and their new professor sadly. "It's not like there's anyone else new up there, and she'll have to have a permanent position to keep a proper eye on Dumbledore for Fudge."

"You don't think-" Hermione gasped.

"Why not." Harry looked back at Hermione with knowing eyes. "Fudge thinks I'm insane too, remember? And that Dumbledore's trying to take over the Ministry?"

McGonagall chose that moment to step into the Hall with the first years, effectively silencing any responses that might have followed Harry's quiet statement. The group of Gryffindors turned to watch the first years walk up to the Sorting Hat and be Sorted, but Harry felt his year-mates' eyes on him from time to time.

The Sorting Hat's new song, however, gathered everyone's eyes and silenced that Hall like never before;

"In times of old, when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
'Together we will build and teach!'
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might some day be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, 'We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry's purest.'
Said Ravenclaw, 'We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest.'
Said Gryffindor, 'We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name.'
Said Hufflepuff, 'I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same.'
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus, the houses and their founders
Maintained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with duelling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
As they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong.
Though I must fulfil my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within.
I have told you, I have warned you...
Let the Sorting now begin."

Clapping followed the song, but it was broken by mutters and whispers. Harry exchanged a disturbed look with Draco across the Hall, then with Ron.

"Branched out a bit this year, hasn't it?" Ron replied to Harry's look, eyebrows raised.

"Too right it has," Harry agreed, feeling his stomach twist.

"I wonder if it's ever given warnings before?" Hermione broke in, sounding anxious.

"Yes, indeed," Nearly Headless Nick offered from next to Neville. "The Hat feels itself honour-bound to give the school due warning whenever it feels-"

But whatever Nick was going to say was cut off by a sharp look from Professor McGonagall, who had pulled out the scroll with the names of the first years and was waiting impatiently to start naming them.

Harry turned his attention inward, towards Tom, instead of paying attention to the Sorting. 'Tom? Did the Sorting Hat ever do that while you were at Hogwarts?'

Tom sighed unhappily. 'Seemed like it did it every other year, actually. But, well, we were at war with Grindelwald at the time, so it was to be expected, I suppose. From what the Bloody Baron told me when I inquired about it one year, the Hat always does this when there's a war going on in the wizarding world. Especially when said war is likely to tear the Houses apart farther than they already are.'

'This is certainly that type,' Harry replied sadly. 'But, if what the Hat said is true, why would the Founders start fighting to begin with? I mean, they were all such good friends...'

'Why does any friendship fall apart?' Tom replied. 'Why do friends always fight? Those are questions I'm afraid I don't have answers to.'


'Harry, I don't really understand the fall-out of the Founders. You can certainly ask the Hat, if you ever manage to get the chance, but I don't think anyone else there at Hogwarts could tell you. The Founders are long dead, and only tales are left for those of us who wish to know.'

Harry buried his face in his arms, leaning over the table in a defeated position. Gryffindor and Slytherin had started out as friends, but now their legacies hated one another. What had happened that had so suddenly torn the four apart? And why was it that something that had happened so long ago still affected those residing in the four Houses today? If the Hat was always telling them to be friends, why had the war of the Founders continued on?

'Maybe there was never anyone willing to end the fighting,' Tom suggested, voice sad. 'I certainly didn't care enough.'

Harry scowled. 'Then I'll end it. And I'll start with openly befriending Draco. And, with any luck, he and Ron can stop hiding their relationship from everyone.'

Tom's reply laughter was filled with happiness and love. 'I'm sure you'll manage it, Harry.'

"Mate?" Ron whispered, touching Harry's shoulder again in concern. He'd turned away from the Sorting to see why Harry wasn't clapping for the incoming Gryffindors and had found his best friend slumped over the table, with his face hidden in his arms.

Harry looked up, expression hard. "I'm going to take the Hat's advice," he stated in a sharp whisper that caught all of his year-mates' attention. "I'm going to go and talk to Malfoy after the Feast."

"Harry!" Hermione hissed, eyes wide. "You really shouldn't-"

Harry turned sharp green eyes on Hermione. "That's the very attitude that started this mess, if the Hat is to be believed. Weren't you listening to the Hat at all?"

Hermione looked away from Harry, back at the Sorting. "I still don't think it's a good idea. Just because you're ready to befriend Malfoy, doesn't mean he'll befriend you."

"He won't know until he tries," Ron pointed out, giving Hermione's back an angry look.

Harry smiled at Ron gratefully, then returned his attention to the Head Table as McGonagall finished the Sorting and took the Hat and stool out. Dumbledore rose from his normal seat and smiled out at the Hall for a moment before speaking. "To our newcomers - welcome! To our old hands - welcome back! There is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Tuck in!"

As Dumbledore sat, there was a slash of laughter through the Hall, then the sounds of many happy students eating, for food had appeared on the tables as soon as Dumbledore had finished.

Harry quietly took some food for himself and thought over the uneasy feeling that had taken over his stomach when Dumbledore had stood. He knew that Tom believed Dumbledore to be the manipulator of the prophecy, but he, himself, didn't quite follow that line - he respected Dumbledore, after all. But, still. Dumbledore was leading the war against Tom - Harry's bonded - and wanted Harry to act as a weapon of sorts - that was obvious, considering how Harry had been the one to 'defeat' Voldemort the first time and all. Maybe that was why he was uneasy?

"You're sure out of it a lot today, mate," Ron commented, that now-familiar worried look in his eyes again.

"I have a lot on my mind," Harry admitted quietly.

Ron sighed, then glanced over at Nearly Headless Nick, who was talking about the Hat's words with Hermione and Neville - who looked like he would have rather been left alone. "What do you think about the Hat's warning?" Ron asked Harry carefully.

Harry smiled, he knew Ron was really asking what Tom had said. It seemed that Ron had become and immediate supporter of the Dark Lord's relationship with his best friend, though that was most likely due to Ron's own Slytherin boyfriend. "I'm guessing this always happens when there's a war either about to start or currently going on. I'm sure we'll be hearing the Hat's warning again - possibly yearly, if it thinks this is important enough. I mean, think about it - this war is sure to tear the Houses even further apart; you've got Slytherin's Heir up against one of the most Gryffindor of Gryffindors."

"And the Ministry," Ron added in an annoyed voice.

Harry laughed brightly and smiled at Ron. "Kind of like a wand that doesn't work right, eh?"

Ron snickered. "Sometimes it does what you want, sometimes it doesn't use the right spell, sometimes it doesn't do anything, and sometimes it hits you instead."

Both Harry and Ron shared a laugh over that.

Hermione glanced over at them curiously. "What are you two talking about?"

"The Ministry," Harry said at the same time as Ron said, "My old wand," which set them both off again. Neville, Dean, Seamus, Parvati, and Lavender all joined them. Hermione just scowled at them while Nick smiled pleasantly.

"I think, Harry, that if anyone can unite this school, it'll be you," Nick offered as he floated back from the table.

Harry blinked up at the Gryffindor House ghost with a quiet sort of look. "Thank you, Nick. That means a lot to me."

Nick bowed - being careful to hold his head on - then floated off down the table.

"I still don't think-"

"Oh, lay off him, Hermione," Dean spoke up, giving Hermione a dark look with Ron.

"Yeah, Hermione. Nick said it's good, right?" Ron added.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "It's Malfoy, we're talking about, you two. I don't think this will work out so well."

"If I can make peace with Professor Snape, why can't I make peace with Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly.

"That was different!" Hermione cried as Parvati and Dean both exclaimed, "You made peace with Snape!"

"You're mad, Harry," Neville suggested in the following silence that fell over not only the Gryffindor Table, but also the Hufflepuff Table behind them.

"You know, I didn't quite intend to make that public to the school," Harry offered dryly, then glanced up at where his father was sitting at the Head Table.

Severus was looking over at the Gryffindor Table with a scowl. When he locked eyes with Harry, his scowl softened somewhat, then changed into a concerned frown when he read the apology in his son's gaze. When he glanced away from Harry to see if he could figure out what was wrong, he found that almost the entire Gryffindor Table was looking at him with open mouths, as well as a small portion of the Hufflepuff Table. He glanced back at Harry with a scowl and saw that his son had buried his face in his arms and seemed to be laughing quietly. Or crying. Severus couldn't quite tell.

"Did Snape just look concerned," Dean whispered when he and the others around them looked towards where Harry was looking.

Harry of course, buried his face in his folded arms and started laughing quietly to himself, totally ignoring the looks from his surrounding House-mates. 'Oh, Father's going to kill me,' he laughed in his mind.

'You don't sound all that upset,' Tom pointed out, a smile in his words.

'I'm not. It'll be nice if he'll be at least a little nicer in class, right? So, if the rest of the House knows that he and I aren't going at each others' throats anymore, perhaps he'll lighten up.'

'Once you've befriended a couple of the Slytherins, I'm sure that could be arranged. I can spread it out to the lesser Death Eaters that I'm just trying to get you to trust people on our side to make it easier to kill you,' Tom reasoned, more to himself than to Harry.

Harry felt disquiet filling his stomach and stopped laughing. 'I suppose it would be too much to ask for you to stop pretending that you and I are enemies.'

'I don't know if I have any spies in my troops,' Tom replied, his mind-voice filled with soothing. 'I'm sorry.'

'I understand. This is war, after all,' Harry replied, then glanced up at his friends again with a forced smile. "Sorry, Dean. Yeah, he did."

"He's going to kill you for letting that slip," Ron pointed out, looking worried.

Harry's smile suddenly became much more real. "He'll get over it. Nothing says he has to be nice to everyone in Gryffindor, after all," he pointed out, letting his smile twist with a smirk. His year-mates all moaned helplessly around him and Harry laughed happily. It was good to be home, even if a couple of his friends did believe the Daily Prophet.


Umbridge's speech was long and boring, but Harry forced himself to listen to it along with Hermione. He was disgusted with what he got from the mind-numbingly boring speech - he thought Binns was boring! - and turned his attention back towards Hermione and Ron as Dumbledore stood again to continue.

"... That was about the dullest speech I've ever heard, and I grew up with Percy," Ron was saying.

"I said illuminating, not enjoyable," Hermione shot back, looking annoyed. "It explained a lot."

"It did," Harry agreed, scowling up at the Head Table and Umbridge.

"Wha-!" Ron gave Harry a hurt look. "You were listening?"

Harry shrugged. "I was curious. You can learn a lot from the things your enemies say."

"She's with the Ministry, Harry-" Hermione started.

"And the Ministry is my enemy," Harry replied coldly. "They ignore my warnings and put me down behind my back. You've seen what the Prophet says, and you understood her speech just as I did."

"Well, what did she actually say, then?" Ron broke in, obviously not willing to sit through one of their arguments.

"The Ministry's getting involved with Hogwarts," Harry said carefully.

"No, they're interfering," Hermione snapped, giving Harry a furious look.

"Either way, this is going to be one fucked up year," Ron stepped in, once again working to control the peace.

"Ron!" Hermione hissed, eyes wide at Ron's use of curse words.

Harry stood as soon as he saw other students rising around them. "Well, I'm going to go talk to Malfoy."

"Oh no!" Hermione cried, standing quickly. "Ron, we have to show the first years to the dorm!"

"Have fun," Harry offered to Ron as Hermione started calling out for the Gryffindor first years. He quickly slipped through the mass of people and toward the Slytherin Table. There, he found Draco looking bored next to Pansy Parkinson, who was calling for the Slytherin first years. With a twinge, Harry recalled that Draco, too, was a Prefect this year. "Malfoy!" he whispered as loudly as he dared among so many 'enemies' when he was only a few steps from Draco's bored form.

Draco spun quickly and shot Harry a sneer. "What do you want, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath - why was he nervous anyway, Draco was already his sort-of friend! - and held out his hand. "I would like to call a truce, Malfoy."

All sound around them stopped and time seemed to hold still for a few breaths. Draco's eyes had gone comically wide, his nasty mask slipped from his pointed face.

With a roar of voices, time started again and Draco took Harry's hand with a faint smile. "You've got it, Potter."

As the two shook, Pansy let out a screech of, "Draco!"

Harry smiled knowingly as Draco's face took on a desperately annoyed look. "Have fun," Harry suggested cheerfully, then slipped away to find some of his House-mates - he'd forgotten to ask Ron or Hermione the new password.

"Damn you, Potter!" Draco shouted after Harry, earning a number of chuckles from the crowd of students and a happy smile from Harry.

'Perhaps it won't be so much "fucked up" as twisted,' Harry commented to Tom, who laughed knowingly in his mind.



A/N: Heh. -sweatdrop- Uhm, I'm really sorry this is late. I promise to get chapter five out on time! Promise!

Look for the next chapter on or about the 22nd. -winks-

Feed me! Even though I'm lazy!. -sweatdrop-

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