A/N: Here's a birthday present for Draco Malfoy: new chapters for my Harry Potter stories. Have fun, and up Slytherin!
Chapter III: Imperio
September 17, 2005-Great Hall, Hogwarts
"-I mean, they can't cancel Quidditch, not for anything, don't you think so, Harry?"
Harry just mumbled his agreement. Right now, he was really starting to regret listening to Neville and eating breakfast in the Great Hall instead of in his temporary dorm with his friends. He had been forced to sit next to Ron Weasley, and he had never been so bored in all his life. Admittedly, he could only remember the past week, but listening to Weasley was like listening to a broken record: all he could talk about was Quidditch, 'that bastard Malfoy,' food, 'evil Slytherins,' food, chess, Quidditch, 'evil, biased Snape,' food, and Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher. "Ron, can we please talk about something else? We've known about this for two weeks now, and I'm sure that we can still play Quidditch, there just won't be any official games to count towards the House Cup."
"But I was going to try out for the team this year, Harry! I can't do that if there's no Quidditch!"
Harry just groaned as he put his face in his hands. He couldn't have really been friends with someone so thick, could he? Eventually, he raised his head to see if see if any of the other Gryffindor Quidditch fanatics had realized the obvious benefit of pick-up Quidditch games, but no, he was obviously putting too much faith in Gryffindor brains. Either that or he was more of a Slytherin than a Gryffindor. However, if that was true, why had he been sorted into Gryffindor?
Weasley was off on another rant about 'evil Slytherins and those bastards Malfoy and Snape,' when Harry decided he had heard enough bad-mouthing of his best friend and went to talk to Hermione. When Weasley demanded to know where he was going, Harry said "Um, I need to talk to Hermione about . . . homework. Yeah, that's it; I need to talk to her about homework."
"Oh, okay mate."
Harry shook his head in pity; Weasley couldn't even spot such an obvious lie. When he sat down next to Hermione, he immediately asked one question. "Please tell me I wasn't actually friends with him!"
Hermione giggled in response before answering. "Sorry, but not only were you friends, he was your best friend." Harry groaned and started hitting his head on the table, while Hermione laughed at his reaction before stopping him. "Hey, stop hitting your head, would you? You've already lost your memories; we don't want anything else happening, do we?" Harry stopped hitting his head, but he was obviously going into one of his depressive moods, so Hermione decided to cheer him up. "Listen, it's a Hogsmeade weekend, so why don't you hang out with Draco today? You're probably going to become a Slytherin anyway so you might as well hang out with him."
Harry perked up at that, but he was slightly worried. "Hermione, we'll still be friends no matter what happens this afternoon, right?"
"Always, Harry. We'll always be friends, I promise."
After a fun filled day with Draco in Hogsmeade (including the purchase of a whole new wardrobe for Harry,) the two friends finally stopped inside Madame Rosmerta's pub, the Three Broomsticks for some drinks. Once Draco had ordered their drinks, Harry looked straight at the blond and said, "You didn't tell me everything about the war against Voldemort, did you Draco?"
Draco sighed. He knew this was coming from the minute he told Harry about the war in the Hospital wing. "No, Harry, I didn't tell you everything. Everything I told you was the truth, but I kept some things back so we could be friends without having the past influence your decisions."
"Well, I think it's time for me to know the whole truth," Harry said determinedly.
Draco, knowing how Harry was, knew that he had better answer. He just really hoped they would stay friends after he knew the whole truth. "Very well, Harry, I'll tell you. First, you need a little background knowledge of our politics so you can understand. Our politics are mostly based on how long someone's family has had magic; the longer a family has had magic, the more politically powerful it is. Now, blood status starts with the purebloods, someone who has had magic in their families for generations, like Neville or me. Using a looser definition of pureblood though, you could count as one because both of your parents had magic. However, under the stricter and more common definition, you are a half-blood, someone with a close Muggle ancestor."
"And let me guess, the looser definition is someone who has one magical and one Muggle parent?"
"Exactly. I know of at least two half-bloods using that definition: Merlin, and Uncle Sev. The next group is the Muggleborns, a witch or wizard with two Muggle parents, like your mum or Hermione. Some people, like my father, believe them to be unworthy of magic and insult them, calling them Mudbloods. Then we have their opposites: the Squibs, a Muggle born to magical parents, like Argus Filch, the caretaker here. But they only show up in the oldest pureblood families. Finally are the ones with creature blood, the half-breeds. Professor Lupin would count as one since he's a werewolf, as would Hagid-being half-giant, but some consider the centaurs, merfolk, vampires and veela as half-breeds also, simply because they either look or seem to be part human."
"They're the lowest on the political ladder, right?"
"For the most part, yes. Now, politics. The purebloods are split between the conservatives, like my parents, and the liberals, such as the Weasleys and Dumbledore. The conservatives want to keep our society as unchanged as possible, possibly to the point of keeping Muggleborns out of our world completely. The liberals are supportive of the change Muggleborns bring, up to the point of reintegrating our worlds."
"WHAT?! Reintegrate with Muggles? I may have lost my memory, but even I know that that is the worst thing we could do. Muggles are extremely intolerant of those who are different. We'd be in danger from the second we reintegrate!"
Draco nodded, completely agreeing with Harry. "Fortunately, there are very few people who argue for that. Most argue for small changes, some of which have been beneficial, but others have destroyed our culture."
"Rituals designed to strengthen our magic are labelled 'Dark' simply because it's only safe for purebloods to perform them. Spells are labelled 'Dark' for no reason other than the fact that they can be deadly if used on humans. Then there's Hermione's desire to free house-elves."
"What's wrong with that?" Harry asked. Hermione had approached him the previous day about rejoining, but he had decided to wait until talking to Draco about it.
"Some of her goals could help, but not freeing them. Listen, do you still remember the story of the shoemaker and the elves? That is how the house-elves got started. They were a free species, but after incidents like that, they realized that their magic was stronger when they were servants to humans, and even stronger when they worked for wizards. Therefore, during the days of the Roman Empire, they all started working for wizarding families. But after the fall of the empire, some families across the former empire started wanting to free the elves, so they got together and decided to see how safe it was for the elves to free them."
"How did it go?"
"Terribly, Harry. They set four elves free, two male, and two female, mated pairs. One year later, a pair came back to their family, starved and half-crazed. As it turns out, the elves can no longer survive on their own for too long without being bound to someone or some magical location. The other pair was never seen again.
"Anyway, getting back to politics, the conservatives have been labelled 'Dark' because they refuse to bend on certain issues. Slytherins have problems with the other three houses because our parents are typically conservatives. The conservatives may be smaller in number, but they also have the largest voice because they are also made up of the richest, oldest and most politically powerful families in our world: the Ancient and Noble families."
"So, the conservatives are the nobility?"
"For the most part. Some of the nobility lean more towards the liberal end of the spectrum."
"How does a family become part of the nobility?"
"Well, Ancient and Most Ancient houses are being added all the time. To become an Ancient House, a family must have had magic for fifteen generations, while a Most Ancient House requires magic to be traced back for thirty generations. The Noble and Most Noble houses, on the other hand are very limited, and none can be added anymore, the title has to be given to a family by one of the royal family. The Noble houses are what Muggles would recognize as nobility-a family with a title. The Noble Houses are either viscounts or barons, while the Most Noble are dukes, marquess and earls." Draco could see the question forming in Harry's eyes, so he quickly answered. "Before you can ask, the Malfoys are a conservative Ancient and Noble family with the rank of viscount. The Potters on the other hand are an Ancient and Most Noble family with the rank of marquis.
"Now, on to the origin of the war. Since the Statute of Secrecy was signed, every twenty to a hundred years a wizard has risen up to take control. They always base their revolt on one of two platforms. First, that we reveal ourselves to the Muggles and take control of their world. The last and most famous of those was one Gellert Grindelwald, or as the Muggles know him, Heinrich Himmler. The other platform, the one that Voldemort championed is that of pureblood supremacy, the far right in politics. Grindelwald, because he worked with the Muggle dictator Hitler, took control of most of Europe, the best that any Dark Lord has ever done. Voldemort however, is always labelled as the worst ever."
"Because he came so close to taking the Ministry, Harry," Draco explained.
"But that doesn't make sense. Britain isn't the world power it used to be in the 19th century, so why is he the most dangerous?"
"Actually, Harry, Magical Britain is more powerful now than Muggle Britain was at its peak. While Parliament made mistake after mistake with its colonies, the Wizengamot watched and learned from their mistakes. As such, the Magical British Empire controls most of North America, half of Africa, all of India, the East Indies, Australia, many of the Pacific Islands, the Philippines and the entire Middle East. The sun still doesn't set on the Empire.
"Now, getting back to the war, I'm going to tell you what I left out last time. I left it out because it is one of the reasons that probably made you turn down my offer of friendship. I told you our parents fought in the war, but I didn't tell you which side they fought on."
Harry could see where this was going. "Let me guess, your parents fought with Voldemort, while mine fought against him."
"Exactly. However, only my father is a marked Death Eater."
Draco lost Harry at that statement. "A what?"
"Madame Rosmerta? Do you have a copy of the August 3 Prophet?" While Rosmerta searched for the paper, Draco explained. "Voldemort had many supporters, but only those who truly dedicated themselves to him and made up his army were marked as Death Eaters." Just as he finished, Rosmerta arrived with the paper, and another pair of butterbeers. "Thank you, Madame Rosmerta. Now, this photo here is a photo of the Dark Mark. It exists in several forms; the most infamous is this version, typically cast whenever a Death Eater killed someone. Another version is a tattoo version of this that separated the Death Eaters from the general supporters. The third and final version is a smoky, vague version that appears when the Death Eaters travelled to Voldemort. They had a Light counterpart led by Dumbledore called the Order of the Phoenix, though they didn't have tattoos. Your parents were members of the Order. Anyway, there is one other thing you should know.
"Sometime around when we were born, Voldemort started obsessing over two families, yours and Neville's. No one knows why, but he was determined to destroy both of you. Both of your families went into hiding, but he kept tracking you down thanks to a spy in the Order. Luckily, your families managed to stay one step ahead of Voldemort. Finally, late in October 1992, Dumbledore suggested that they hide under the Fidelius Charm. You do know what that is, right?"
Harry nodded. Luckily that was one of the many spells he knew. "The Fidelius is an immensely complex spell involving the concealment of a secret inside a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret Keeper, and is henceforth impossible to find, unless of course, the Secret Keeper chooses to divulge it of his own free will."
Draco grinned. "Sounds like how Flitwick would describe it. Unfortunately, your parents chose the wrong person for their Secret Keeper. They chose the spy as their Secret Keeper, and on Halloween night, Voldemort came and killed both of your parents. However, when he tried to kill you, something happened that no one has been able to explain. Voldemort cast Avada Kedavra, the unblockable, Unforgivable Killing Curse at you, and he disappeared, while you escaped with nothing but that scar. Ever since, you've been famous as the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Who was the Secret Keeper?" Harry asked . . . no, demanded of Draco.
"Well, most people claim it was my mother's cousin, your dad's best friend Sirius Black."
"My godfather? The one that Hermione said was thrown into Azkaban without a trial?"
"That's him. But last year he broke out and came here. Most people believed it was so that he could kill you. However, by the end of the year, you were telling people that Sirius was innocent and that it was a wizard called Peter Pettigrew that actually betrayed your parents."
"And what do you think, Draco?"
"Well, considering the fact that Sirius supposedly betrayed your parents to Voldemort and killed thirteen people, including Pettigrew, I hardly believe that you'd defend him unless he actually was innocent, Harry."
"So, what does the Ministry think?" Harry asked, his green eyes slowly growing brighter. While most wouldn't recognize the threat there, Draco realized that was just one of several signs that Harry was getting close to losing his temper.
"The Minister was there when you claimed Sirius was innocent, Harry and . . . he decided you had been confunded by Sirius. He was nearly given the Dementor's Kiss that night, but somehow you and Hermione managed to save him."
Harry went absolutely still and his eyes changed to the same bright green as the Killing Curse. Draco braced himself for the explosion that he knew was about to happen. "Let me get this straight, Draco. I'm famous, quite possibly the most famous wizard in the world, right?" Draco nodded, not daring to speak. "My godfather, who is almost certainly innocent, was thrown into Azkaban without a trial, right?" Another nod. "The Ministry recaptured my godfather after he escaped from Azkaban, refused to listen when I claimed he was innocent, and attempted to give him the Kiss?!" Again, the blond gave a cautious nod. "AND I'VE DONE NOTHING TO SAVE HIM OR GET HIM A BLOODY TRIAL?! What kind of famous godson am I? Draco, as soon as I'm sorted, I want you to write to someone in the DMLE and demand that Sirius get a bloody trial or else."
"Whatever you say, Harry. But out of curiosity, what would you do if Sirius doesn't get a trial?" Draco asked.
Harry gave a smirk equal to any of his own before answering. "Why, nothing Draco. But wouldn't it be a shame if the Daily Prophet found out that our beloved Minister had condemned a man to the Dementor's Kiss without a trial? Who knows what would happen then?"
Draco grinned at him. "Now that is truly Slytherin thinking, Harry, good job. Speaking of Slytherin though, it's nearly three o'clock, so if we want to be at your Sorting in time, we should probably head back."
"But Draco, haven't you heard? 'A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.'" Draco just stared at him before the duo burst out in laughter.
September 17, 2005 Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
Cedric Diggory was a little worried. Less than two weeks before Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived and a little more than a month before he could put his name in the Goblet of Fire, Professor Snape had kept him after class and told him to be in Dumbledore's office that Saturday. What could he want? And why would Snape be the one to tell him to be there? He couldn't be in some kind of trouble, could he? He needed this Tournament, then his father would actually have something to really be proud about, unlike what happened last year with Harry Potter. Cedric still believed they should have replayed that game, but those noble Gryffindors refused. Hell, even Harry refused to replay it, insisting that he had won fair and square.
Then the door opened and Cedric braced himself for whatever was coming, or so he thought. The person who came through the door was not Professor Snape, Sprout or even Dumbledore. Instead, it was his Ravenclaw counterpart, Rodger Davies, an attractive black-haired boy who always had his nose in books and was obsessed with his grades, even compared to the rest of his housemates. "Hello, Diggory. Have any idea what this is about?"
"Not a clue, Davies. Who asked you to be here?"
"McGonagall. Asked me to stay after class and told me to be here at this time. You?"
"Snape, he said basically the same thing."
"Humph. I hope it doesn't take too long, I need to study for my NEWTs."
"Davies, those tests aren't until next year, you can relax." Davies ignored Cedric and pulled one of Dumbledore's books down to read while they waited. Cedric just shook his head, Ravenclaws. He was studying to become a Healer, and he wasn't studying hard. Hell, he was hoping to take a year off tests with the Tournament!
Five minutes later, the door opened again, and this time McGonagall walked through, followed closely by the smartest witch in Hogwarts: Hermione Granger. That made Cedric's interest peak. Hermione was never seen anywhere without Harry, especially these days, so where was he? "Professor, what is this about?" Davies asked.
"I don't know to be honest, Mr Davies. You would have to ask Miss Granger here."
All three people turned to Hermione. "Alright, I'll tell you now, but only because the three people we're still waiting for already know. Last Friday, there was a slight potions accident that resulted in a student completely losing his memories. An unforeseen side effect of this was that the school didn't recognize him as having been sorted. For the past week, he has been working to catch himself up on his education so he doesn't have to restart as a Firstie. Today, he's finally ready to be resorted into his year."
"It's Mr Potter, isn't it?" McGonagall asked.
"Great, more special treatment for Potter. Is that why I'm here and not Boot or some other 'Claw in his year?" Davies asked.
"No, we're here because we are Prefects, Davies. This is part of our job, helping Firsties, or at least, those who might as well be Firsties. But we're still short a Slytherin representative. Or are you so certain that Harry won't be a Slytherin that you didn't invite them?" Cedric asked.
"Just the opposite, Cedric. I'm willing to bet 10 Galleons that Harry's a Slytherin, it's just that Professor Snape isn't here yet, and he already knows."
"As a matter of fact, I am here, Miss Granger. And if you're willing to bet 10 Galleons on Mr Potter being a Slytherin, I'll match that and say that he will remain a Gryffindor."
"Severus!" McGonagall shouted, shocked that her colleague would not only approve of gambling but participate. Hermione on the other hand just agreed, and turned to the prefects, both of whom sided with Severus. When Hermione turned to McGonagall, she reluctantly bet with the majority-Harry would remain a Gryffindor. While she was placing the bet of 30 Galleons, Cedric asked, "How are you paying for this, Hermione? You're Muggleborn, so you obviously can't use family money."
Before she could answer, the group of six heard two people laughing as they came up the stairs. "-you and Hermione place a bet on me? There's nothing to bet on!"
"Think again, Harry. We're betting on what House you'll end up in," Draco answered. Cedric and McGonagall stared in shock. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were getting along? This memory thing was serious! "Ah, I told you we'd be the last ones here, Harry."
"Could you two stop flirting and get over here?" Snape demanded. "I want to get this over with as soon as possible."
"That eager to have me in your house, professor?" Harry asked with a smirk. Snape was so gobsmacked that he didn't say another word. The new duo were both blushing at Snape's words, despite the fact that they had teased Snape. Both of them were harbouring crushes on the other, but neither wanted to risk their newfound friendship by actually admitting their feelings.
"Welcome back, Mr Potter. Are you going to argue with me this time?" the Sorting Hat asked.
"I argued with you? Well, don't worry about it this time," Harry said. "I don't care what house I end up in."
"Very well then," the Hat said, as McGonagall set him on Harry's head. As soon as he was settled, the Hat started talking again. "Hmm, you have changed, haven't you, Mr Potter? A mind to make any Ravenclaw jealous, courage without limits, and plenty of ambition and cunning. Oh ho, now what's this? How did I miss that the first time? Well, there's no doubt that the best place for you remains . . . SLYTHERIN!"
As soon as the Hat yelled out Harry's new House, his crest instantly changed to the silver snake on a green shield, while the professors and prefects handed the grinning duo their winnings. "Well, it seems that we are no longer needed, so, Mr Davies, Mr Diggory, back to your house."
Rodger followed McGonagall out the door, grumbling about wasted time. Cedric on the other hand, waited to talk to Harry, who was being congratulated by Draco, and reassured by Hermione. "So, where was our beloved Headmaster this past week?" Harry asked.
"Probably off at the Wizengamot, Harry," Cedric answered. "Listen, can I talk to you real quick?" Harry nodded, while Hermione headed back towards the Gryffindor Tower. "So, what do you know about your past, Harry?"
"Enough to guess what you want to talk to me about, and I still think you won that match fair and square, Cedric, but I'm not against a Seeker's match this year if you'd like."
Cedric grinned, "I'd like that, Harry. What do you say to next month, say, the fifteenth?"
"Done, and I hope you're prepared to lose."
"We'll see, Harry, we'll see." The two Seekers quickly shook hands, and Cedric headed back to his dorm, leaving the two Slytherins alone.
Once the Hufflepuff was out of earshot, Harry turned to Draco. "Speaking of Quidditch, do you think you could talk Snape into handing out the captain's badge this year? That way we could set up our team this year and be more prepared for next season."
Draco grinned. "No wonder the Hat put you in Slytherin, you're more cunning than the rest of us! None of us had thought of that, Harry. And I'm certain that we could convince Sev to hand it out tomorrow." The two boys quickly chased down the Potions Master and told him Harry's idea, and Snape quickly agreed to hand out the badge the next day at breakfast. (Any chance to show up Minerva, especially in Quidditch, and he'd take it, especially since he now had Potter in his House!)
The duo were about to leave when Harry turned back and asked "Professor Snape, have you found someone to test my Wolfsbane yet?"
"As a matter of fact, I asked Draco to write a werewolf that we all know the day I read your recipe. He should be here any minute to test it today, Mr Potter."
"Actually Severus, I'm already here." The man who spoke had brown hair with flecks of grey in it (despite the fact that he looked no older than forty,) bright blue eyes, and shabby robes that could barely be salvageable. "Hello Harry, Draco. It's good to see you again."
"Hi, Professor Lupin," Draco replied. "Harry, this is Professor Lupin, our last Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and werewolf. He's also the best Defence teacher we've had so far."
"Hello, Professor. I hope that my potion can help you."
"So do I, Harry, so do I," the werewolf replied. The two friends then left him in peace, just as Snape gave him a dose of Harry's wolfsbane.
Hogwarts Great Hall, September 18, 2005
That night, Harry was introduced to his yearmates in Slytherin. Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode all greeted him very coldly. On the other hand, Blaise Zabini, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass were quite friendly with him. That night, after they had gone to their dorms (which were divided so there were only two beds in a room, with Harry sharing with Draco,) Draco explained that Blaise, Tracey and Daphne were his friends, ones that knew the real him, while the others made up the Junior Death Eaters and only knew the 'Malfoy brat.' Ever since Draco had ripped off his mask, the majority of Slytherin had become very cold towards him.
The next morning, Snape came into the common room and told Harry that his Wolfsbane had worked perfectly, and Remus had reported that it was almost like he was a wolf Animagus instead of a werewolf! Later, when the Slytherins had sat down for breakfast, Ron Weasley instantly spotted Harry sitting next to Draco and claimed that Harry had clearly been Imperioused into thinking that he was a 'slimy snake.' Harry was quite upset at that and immediately stood up and explained what had happened two weeks earlier. When Weasley still refused to believe it, Harry lost his temper. "Listen up, Weasley! I don't know how the bloody hell we managed to be friends for so long, so I don't care what you think. The Hat said I would do best in Slytherin, so in Slytherin I shall stay. If you have a problem with that, then meet me in the Clock Tower Courtyard right after breakfast. I'll be there for an hour, so if you're not there, then I'm going to assume that you're either too scared to face me, or that you've decided to give up on turning me back into a fool that would listen to you all day."
Draco grinned, Harry was turning into quite the Slytherin. If there was any sure-fire way to make certain that a Gryffindor did something, it was to insult their courage. Weasel would certainly be in the courtyard after breakfast.
Clock Tower Courtyard, September 18, 2005
As the two Slytherins had suspected, not only was Ron at the courtyard, he was waiting for them, along with a large crowd of students, and Professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, the current Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. "Well, Malfoy, I'm waiting," Weasley said.
Harry smirked at him. "Huh, you must be even thicker than I thought, Weasel. After all, I'm the one that challenged you to a duel, Draco here is my second. Who's yours?"
"I am, Potter," said another Gryffindor. He was a large, burly boy with wiry hair and had a very arrogant air about him.
"And you are?"
"The name's McLaggen, Cormac McLaggen, and I'm here to show once and for all that you're nothing more than a famous name with a talent for Quidditch, Potter."
Harry just gave another, even larger smirk at that. "Well then, let's get this started, shall we? And if you want to, I'll duel you after I take care of the Weasel, McLaggen." Moody then quickly cast defensive shields to protect the audience before nodding at the boys to start.
Harry and Weasley bowed to each other, though Harry made sure to never take his eyes off the Gryffindor, and then they cast their first spells. Weasley started off with a simple Expelliarmus, but Harry defended himself with Speculum Ardoris, a spell that Draco was certain he hadn't known before. Speculum Ardoris was a very intriguing defensive spell, in that it wasn't a shield. Instead, it created a number of mirrors that reflected the spell back at it's caster. McLaggen immediately realized that this could go badly and started casting as well, but as before, the mirrors reflected the spells back at him.
Harry realized he could just sit back and let the mirrors finish the duel, but he wanted to end it on his terms. So, he cast a quick Caecus (blinding curse,) and Levicorpus at McLaggen, followed by an Arachiaxus at Weasley. McLaggen was instantly incapacitated, while Weasley panicked as more than a dozen grim-sized Acromantula swarmed him. Moody raised his eyebrows in shock, in his years during the war, he had never seen a duel end so quickly. Even the Dark Lord had never had a duel end after casting only four spells! Potter could be even more dangerous . . . err, promising, then He had believed. There was only one way to find out though, and he could take care of that in Potter's next Defence class. Fortunately, the Slytherins had DADA on Monday.
DADA Classroom, September 19, 2005
After the astonishingly quick duel on Sunday, most of the Slytherins easily accepted Harry as one of them, to the point that by the next day, you'd have thought that Harry had always been a Slytherin. Fortunately for Harry, his true friends, like Hermione and Neville, didn't mind the change. And they weren't the only Gryffindors to accept the change. The Weasley twins were quick to pick their friendship with Harry back up, as did Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan, Dean Thomas and the Creevey brothers.
However, not everyone was happy about Harry's new house. Prominent among the Slytherins were Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Fifth Year Prefect Nicolas Carrow, all of whom were solidly in Voldemort's camp. (Although, Pansy had her own reason for hating Harry, and it centred on Draco Malfoy.) Several of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were also worried about Harry's resorting, and were starting to wonder, again, whether or not Harry could be a Dark wizard. Many of the Gryffindors considered Harry's resorting nothing less than treason, most prominent among them being Ron and Ginny Weasley (the latter of whom still harboured a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived,) Cormac McLaggen, and Seamus Finnegan. There were only three members of the staff upset about it though. First was McGonagall, although that was mostly because she was upset about losing her star Seeker, otherwise she was perfectly happy for Harry. The second was Sybil Trelawney, who was most upset at losing her favourite target for her doom and gloom prophecies. As soon as Harry had been resorted, he promptly signed up for Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes, on Draco and Hermione's advice. (Surprisingly, he managed to test into the Fourth Year class, despite having never taken the class.)
However, none could have possibly been as upset as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Despite being the one to order Snape to have the Fourth Year Gryffindor/Slytherin class brew the Aviditas, he was also the last to know, due to a very long session of the International Confederation of Wizards, which had started the afternoon of the Potions class and had only ended the evening after Harry's duel. Not only had the demand failed to cause yet another failure for Harry in Potions, but the Tabula Rasa had apparently removed several of the blocks he had put on Harry. Now his mind was functioning at the level one would have expected of the son of James and Lily, and it was possible that the binding on his magic had given way! Who knew what disasters could come down if Harry found out the second gift of his heritage? And on top of that, there was now no possible way to force Harry back to the Dursleys so they could 'humble' him some more. With no memories, he wouldn't even know who they were! That would end the Blood Wards on Privet Drive, allowing Harry to access even more of his magic, which would have normally been drained to power the wards. Even if he could somehow convince Harry to go back, he'd probably attack the Dursleys! Merlin, he might do that at the end of the year anyway!
But Harry knew none of this, as he was in DADA at the moment, and Moody was informing his Slytherin/Hufflepuff class that he would be testing their ability to resist the Imperious Curse. "However, some of you won't be able to resist at all, as it's all about your will, so don't be too disappointed if you can't." The Slytherins all caught the vague reference to the fact that Harry didn't have any memories, and the suggestion that he wouldn't be able to fight it. Harry, though he didn't show it, could feel his temper nearing the boiling point. How dare that paranoid bastard suggest that he couldn't throw it off?!
One by one, Moody tested the class, making them do something humiliating each time. The Hufflepuffs all fell to the curse easily, while the Slytherins all fought the curse before eventually falling. However, none fought as hard as Draco, hard enough that he almost beat the curse. Moody was very impressed at first, but when he continued putting the curse on Draco to continue testing, Draco failed to make any progress fighting it.
Then it was Harry's turn, and with just one word, it felt like every thought and the few worries he had were wiped away. However, Harry refused to bend his admittedly stiff neck, so when he heard a voice in his head tell him to jump on a nearby desk, his stubbornness and near-boiling temper gave him the strength of will to face Moody and ask "Why?"
'Moody' stared in shock. Never had anyone beaten his Imperious Curse the first time in his entire life! This boy was definitely a threat, one that his Master would need to know about, quickly! Unfortunately, his orders were to stay at Hogwarts until the end of the school year, and there were no allowances to leave for any reason. Then a thought came that gave him hope-maybe it was just a fluke, so he cast the Unforgivable again, this time ordering him to attack the Malfoy traitor.
Unfortunately for him, it was not a fluke, and Harry's tenuous hold on his temper was lost, and he quickly cast a spell that no one in the room had heard before: Astrice! Well, actually one knew the spell, but she hadn't heard that in a very long time. As she watched, the blue spell hit 'Moody' dead on, and their paranoid teacher was thrown back into the wall and collapsed, unconscious. "Harry, how did you know that spell?" she asked.
"I don't know, Daphne," Harry replied. Daphne now looked at him with a newfound curiosity, how did he know the magic of the Old Religion? She would have to watch him far more carefully, especially if there was the possibility that he would oppose her. She had waited far too long to have her vengeance, she would not let some boy stop her. It had been bad enough that Merlin, a mere servant had beaten her in her last life (never mind the fact that he was Emrys,) now she had to worry about a housemate? Oh well, there was no way that they could stop her, by the time that the Light and Dark Lords even knew she was back, they would be too late to stop her, and she could finally have what should always have been hers: the throne.