Banshee\'s Balls!

A/N...I was just wondering if anyone was good at translating english to latin, the internet translator i've been using is pretty crap and I was hoping someone would know a better one.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

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Chapter Six

Things had changed again after the Banshee’s match and the party. It wasn’t widespread yet but Harry did see other houses talking to each other when not forced to in class. Harry and the other Banshees seemed to be trend setters in that regard. A lot of people weren’t brave enough to try speaking to the Slytherins yet but a few did. Friendships hadn’t exactly been formed but it was a step in the right direction.

Harry even branched out from his own regular Slytherins. He hadn’t really intended to but it was another thing he couldn’t stop. He’d been walking back from the hospital wing after begging Madam Pomfrey for a headache cough hangover cough cure, when he’d heard what sounded like running feet.

He’d jogged to the end of the corridor and found a frightened fourth year being harassed by some older students. Dimly as he pushed his way past the couple of onlookers that had followed the group he realised the fourth year was a girl by the name of Salley Cauldwell, the Dragon’s keeper and a Slytherin.

The older boys were yelling at her and he’d had to yell even harder to be heard over them.

“WHAT IN MERLIN’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?”

All activity stopped. The three boys turned to face him, one of them actually paled. Harry smirked; he’d gained a bit of a reputation after defeating Voldemort. He’d never thought it a good thing before but when Salley looked up and saw him...well she looked hopeful and that was a damn sight better than how some others had looked at him after the news had spread.

‘I repeat...what is going on here?’ He didn’t know it but his voice had a hard edge and his eyes held a dangerous glint.

“We uh...we.” One of the boys, a Ravenclaw stuttered. “WejustwantedtoshowtheSlytherinherplace. We...”

He held up a hand to halt the flood of words. “Now try it again and speak in English I’m afraid the only other language I know is Parceltongue.” He hissed.

“She’s a Slytherin...” One of the other boys said. “And a rubbish keeper.”

Salley managed to both blush and look defiant at the same time.

“She may be a Slytherin...and why that matters I do not know. You are a Hufflepuff, the other two are Ravenclaws. I’m a Gryffindor, she’s a Slytherin. So bloody what! Grow up.” He looked at Salley thoughtfully, ignoring the awe bordering on hero worship he saw in her eyes. He wasn’t used to seeing that from Slytherins.

“And as for being a rubbish keeper. If somebody else had gotten Alana before we did then Salley was our next choice. Like most of our team she has the potential she just needs to bring it out.”

He smirked inwardly when he saw Salley flush with pleasure.

“You made that up, you couldn’t have picked her anyway because then you’d have three Slytherins on your team and no Hufflepuffs.” The taller Ravenclaw, the one who had remained silent until now sneered. Sam Corey the Niffler’s Chaser, if he remembered right.

“You’re right about that.” Harry grudgingly agreed. “But someone else could have picked one of our other members before us and we may have picked a Hufflepuff that way. Who ended up on what team was down to both luck and talent. And I believe, if I remember right Llewellyn picked you first didn't he Salley?” He directed his last comment to the girl, who was by now standing much straighter. She didn't speak though she just nodded.

“I think Llewellyn is quite a good Captain, not as good as mine of course.” He smiled and Salley smiled back. “But I think he made a great choice with his players. Go on sweetheart you can leave. If these guys or anyone else bothers you again you come see me.”

No one could mistake the threat in his voice when he turned his face to the three boys on his last words.

Salley smiled at him before running off down the corridor, her Slytherin self preservation kicking in again.

Harry looked back just in time to catch the drawing of a wand. His own was in his hand before the other boy could speak and Sam’s Petrificus Totalus hit his shielding spell and dissipated immediately. He shot a Stunning spell before his opponent could blink. Harry watched dispassionately as his opponent dropped to the floor with a loud ‘Thunk’. That was a quick duel.

“Anyone else want to have a go?” he challenged dangerously.

“Who’d be dumb enough to do that?” Another voice said.

Harry spun around, there watching him was Draco. He felt his anger disappear immediately at the sight of the blond. Which wasn’t really a good thing, when you’d just had a duel. No matter how short said duel was.

“Hey, what’s got you so riled up?”

If Harry didn't know better he’d think by Draco’s tone of voice that the blonde quite liked the idea of him being riled up. He could feel his face heating up and quickly turned back to the boys.

“These three idiots decided to pick on one of your Slytherins.” He said in a dangerous whisper, his anger reigniting.

“They did what?” Draco growled behind him. Harry shivered in response and counted his lucky stars that Draco’s attention wasn’t focused on him right now.

Harry smiled when he saw the other boys reactions, the two conscious boys had backed up towards the wall and had dragged their stupefied companion with them.

Unfortunately Draco wasn’t able to do anything as McGonagall chose that moment to show up. But luckily with a little explanation she took care of their punishment for them. He’d never seen her take as many points or assign as many detentions. Sure in first year he, Neville and Hermione had lost a hundred and fifty but they’d only been assigned one detention each. The three attackers lost thirty points each and had a weeks worth of detentions with Proffessor Snape.

Even Draco thought that was a just punishment, especially when he got through telling Snape what the three had tried to do to one of his precious Slytherins. Harry shivered, he definitely didn't want to be in their shoes.

So that was how Harry ended up becoming a hero to Slytherin house. After all as he was told countless times only other snakes cared about them and to have someone else doing it was strange enough but when it was a Gryffindor...well that was just plain weird.

Because of that he got a strange invitation. Today was a Saturday and not just any Saturday but a Hogsmeade Saturday. Because of his recent falling out with Ron and Hermione he’d thought he’d go back up to bed for a few hours after breakfast before meeting up with the team in the afternoon but that wasn’t how things had worked out. He was surprised to be approached by Pansy Parkinson. The only times he’d spoken to her in the past were short conversations in which every word was an insult. He’d been shocked therefore when she asked him to join her, Blaise, Draco and the other Slytherin Sixth years in Hogsmeade.

When he actually understood what she was asking him he realised the whole hall had gone quiet, he was thankful Ron wasn’t up yet because the peace would have been shot to hell if he was. He found himself nodding without thinking about it. She smiled and it was the first time he actually saw beneath the haughty mask she wore. She didn't look like a pug at all, she was quite pretty really, if you liked girls that is. And if his thoughts about a certain blonde were any indication he certainly didn't.

He finished his food quickly and rushed up to his dorm to get changed into something better than the old really baggy jeans he’d worn thinking he wasn’t going anywhere. Being careful not to wake up Ron he opened his trunk and selected some not so baggy jeans and one of his older t-shirts, the colour may be faded but it still fit better than his newer hand me downs. Dudley had tripled in size since he was twelve but Harry could still comfortably fit inside Dudley’s old clothes even if they did still hang off his frame. He slipped into his tatty trainers before heading down to the Entrance Hall to meet up with the Slytherins. Silently he was wondering if they’d mind him calling in a shop and buying a couple of pairs of jeans or a t-shirt or two.

With his defeat of Voldemort not long before the end of the summer and the subsequent hounding of the press he’d been unable to go out and do any shopping. Hopefully he’d be able to rectify that now. He was just glad that Dumbledore had asked for a restraining order on the press otherwise he wouldn’t be able to go to Hogsmeade now.

***

He spent a pleasant few hours with the Slytherins. After getting to know Blaise and Draco he’d realised that Slytherins weren’t anything like how they were painted but he’d still been a bit wary of the others. Especially Crabbe and Goyle. But though they weren’t the brightest duo in the world they could still be fun. There was a moment where they’d all been teasing them, good naturedly over their love of food. Harry had joined in after a while and soon found himself thrown over Goyles back and then unceremoniously dumped over a hedge in the road. Thankfully it had been a gentle dumping and he’d been too busy laughing his head off to curse them.

Once he’d climbed back over the hedge and had to bend over to catch his breath because he was laughing that hard, Draco slapped him on the arse and the shock nearly sent him head first into the dirt. He’d caught himself though and looked up at Draco through his eyelashes, the other boy was laughing and he looked beautiful. But Harry was more interested in revenge at that moment than ogling. Draco seemed to realise this and with a small swallow took off running much to the mirth of his friends. Harry managed to catch up to him just inside the village and made a running leap onto Draco’s back. Draco squeaked, very un-Malfoy like but he didn't go down like Harry wanted. Instead he reached around and grabbed Harry’s ankles, pulling him closer. Harry shuddered as his body moulded to the body beneath his.

“You’re way too titchy for this Harry.”

Harry blushed “I am not titchy.”

Draco chuckled, his body vibrated causing Harry to bite his lip. “Oh yes you are you’re so light I can hardly feel you against me.” He growled.

Harry gulped and began to fight to get down; if Draco kept talking to him like that then the blonde would definitely feel something against him.

Draco grunted as one of Harry’s shoes accidentally got him in the knee.

“Settle down love, or I’ll dump you over another hedge.”

Harry froze. Love?

“I BLOODY KNEW IT! MALFOY GET OFF HIM.”

Harry’s head shot up in time to see an angry Ron and Hermione stalking towards him.

“I think you’re mistaken Weasley, Harry seems to be on me right now. Not the other way around so how do you suggest I get off him?”

All Harry heard was ‘get off him’, but if his brain supplied another word to put in the middle of it, ‘on’ then that was probably why he was blushing as Draco let go of his legs and he slid down the other boy’s body. Get off on him, mmmhhhmm what a nice thought.

Ron and Hermione had come to a stop about a metre from them and were eyeing Draco warily. When had he drawn his wand, Harry wondered.

The two of them then turned their attentions to him. “Come on Harry, we told you the Slytherin’s were evil. You see what we’ve been trying to tell you now, don’t you. We have all these people as witnesses that Malfoy was trying to kidnap you.” Ron urged.

Harry barely glanced around at the crowd that had formed, he was too busy picking his jaw up off the floor. He just couldn’t believe he’d ever been friends with this idiot. But seeing as a few people were glaring at Draco angrily and a few others were reaching for their wands Harry thought he’d better answer Ron back.

“ARE YOU BLOODY MENTAL!” he roared.

The volume of his shout actually stopped quite a few people in their tracks.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU RON? I’m friends with Draco now and Blaise and many other Slytherins. As I told you a week ago I don’t care what you think anymore. If you want to hold on to your prejudices then that’s fine with me just don’t drag me into it. Slytherins are not what you think they are! I’ve just spent the time walking down here having one of the best laughs I’ve had in a long time. So why don’t you just leave me and my friends alone!”

“But Harry...” Hermione whined.

“No Hermione. If you two can't accept my friendship with the Slytherins then it’s just not working out anymore, we’re not working out. I’m sorry but I can't be your friends if you think that way.”

He grabbed Draco’s hand and began leading him away.

“But Harry...”

“I’m sorry Ron but I’ve got nothing else to say to you. I’d think on whether you really want me as a friend enough to let go of your prejudices.”

Ron seemed to be in shock.

***

They spent a few hours in The Three Broomsticks after that, Harry trying hard to be cheerful and the others trying hard to cheer him up. Eventually he forgot about his newest fight with his old friends and was able to let himself go again much to the relief of the rest of the table.

In the afternoon the Slytherins all went their separate ways, Harry, Blaise and Draco stayed at their table waiting for the other Banshee’s players. While the rest of the Slytherin Sixth years headed off to various shops.

It didn't take long for the table to fill up again.

“So what are we doing now?” Alana asked after getting her Butterbeer.

Several suggestions were shot about. Harry cleared his throat to get their attention. When everybody looked at him he blushed.

“Well I was wondering if you guys would mind if I called in a couple of shops, I kinda need to get a few new clothes.”

“YES!” Draco yelled, standing up and punching the air. “FINALLY. I’ve wanted to get you out of those clothes for ages.”

He suddenly realised what he’d said, it was quite funny to watch the elation drain from Draco’s face and to see the normally impassive face blush so brightly that it matched Ron’s hair. It didn't help that the others were all laughing at him either. Harry was two parts mortified, one part amused and another part interested.

“Erm ok Harry.” Draco said trying to pull himself together. “We can definitely do that.”

“Oh yeah.” Blaise crowed. “We’ll just have to make sure you actually get some clothes, if Draco has his way then you’d walk home naked.”

Harry’s face hadn’t really cooled down but now there was no chance of it happening at all.

He needed a drink.

He headed over to the bar, hopefully spending a couple of minutes away from Draco would help him calm down. He slipped in between a couple of gossiping witches and a wizard in a dark cloak. The man was tall and had very thin features, his long brown hair trailed over the hood of his cloak. When Harry slipped in beside him the man turned to survey him, it was a little unnerving to say the least. Madam Rosmerta was at the other end of the bar and making her way towards them a pint of Meade at a time, it seemed silly to move.

“Have you ever thought of training to become a Seer?”

Of all the things the bloke could have said to him that was definitely not one of the ones that had been on his list. He turned around to find kind eyes regarding him. The man offered a smile and a hand, which Harry took a little reluctantly.

“I’m Nicholas Devon.” He said. “I am a Seer and I see that you also have the gift Mr Potter though it is untrained.”

Harry wasn’t stupid enough to ask the man how he knew his name; he always got the same answer.

“Erm I think you’re mistaken sir. I just dropped Divination after last year and I don’t think my Professor ever mentioned anything about me having the gift.”

He chuckled. “Aye but with Sybill Trewlawney as your teacher I don’t imagine you would. Sorry to disabuse you of that notion Mr Potter but you do have the gift. I am sure you have had several visions throughout your life and have even felt as though you had already lived certain moments in your life before.”

Harry nodded reluctantly but the man was right.

“I could train you if you wish...After you have finished school of course. Get in touch when you do.” He added. “Here is my card, please contact me if you have any questions.”

He handed the card over just as Madam Rosmerta reached them; Harry ordered his drink before heading back over to his friends with a bottle of butterbeer in his hands after nodding goodbye.

He slipped back into his seat and was almost pounced on.

“Who was that Harry?”

“What did he want?”

“Did you know him?”

“He didn't hurt you did he?”

He heard all of those questions as one big jumble.

“No I’ve never seen him before.” He said showing them the card.

“Wow Harry.” Blaise exclaimed when he saw the name. “He’s a famous Seer.”

“Yeah he’s legit Harry.” Draco said handing the card back.

“How’d you know he could be lying?”

Draco shook his head. “He isn’t, these cards are really expensive, and you can only get them in the more expensive stationary shops. You write down your name and profession then put a drop of blood over each separate word. If you look closely...” He said brandishing the card under Harry’s nose. “The writing looks like it’s been done with rust coloured ink.” Harry nodded, he could see that.

“Well that means it’s legit.” Blaise said before Draco could. “If it wasn’t his real name or job then the blood would ruin the card, it’d stain it instead of being absorbed into the ink. He’s the real thing Harry.”

“But...”

“Yeh Harry.” Draco interrupted with a smile. “It means you have the gift.”

“Bloody hell.”

***

“Do I have to try all that on?” Harry whined a little later. His friends had dragged him out to the nearest clothes shops and he’d just spent the last hour trailing after them while they picked stuff up for him.

Draco chuckled whilst Blaise rolled his eyes and answered Harry.

“Yes you do.” He said firmly.

Harry looked pleadingly at the other four members of his team who were all loaded down with various items of clothing and grinning their heads off.

“Come on Harry get in the changing room. We still have to go to a robe shop after this.” Draco said pushing him towards a changing room, making Harry nearly trip over the legs of one of the pairs of jeans he was carrying.

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

Draco grinned. “Nope, you definitely need a few robes.”

He turned back at the door to the changing cubicle. They were all grinning at him.

“You wanted to get some clothes, so you’re getting some. Stop complaining.” Alana grinned. Johnny, Terri and Collin just smirked at him while Blaise and Draco made shooing motions with their hands. Sighing he went in and closed the door.

“Come out after every piece. We want to see.” Blaise called.

Harry gritted his teeth in annoyance. How could he have ever wanted to go clothes shopping.

“Does that mean boxers and socks too?” He yelled. He heard a little strangled squeak and a lot of guffaws. He shook his head, he had odd friends.

Blaise meanwhile was grinning at Draco’s glazed over look. “No maybe not Harry.” He called. We wouldn’t want our minds not on the job at hand now would we.

***

Harry didn't know how long they spent in that one shop, or how long they spent in the others afterwards. What he did know was that they wasted all afternoon picking out clothes for him. But the others didn't seem to mind in fact they seemed quite giddy.

He was roughly brought out of his thoughts when something slammed into him and he landed heavily on the floor. The others had gotten a little ahead of him while he’d been thinking, he saw them stopping and turning around. He looked around to see what had hit him and found Ron stood over him. His face was red in anger and he was clenching his fists.

“After all we’ve been through Harry...” he began, his voice wavering in anger. “You would turn your back on me for THEM!”

Harry sighed and stood but Ron pushed him back down. “Ron I told you this morning if you can't accept I’m friends with Slytherins then we can't be friends anymore.”

Ron looked like he was about to have an apoplectic fit. He stood and began walking away.

“Don’t you walk away from me Harry Potter. I’m talking to you.”

“There’s nothing left to say Ron.” And he carried on walking. Technically he should have expected Ron tackling him but he didn't think about that at the time.

The next thing he knew both him and Ron were trying to land as many punches as possible before his friends waded in to separate them.

“Mr Potter, Mr Weasley.”

The voice was quiet, the person definitely hadn’t shouted and yet all activity stopped. Harry looked up to see Snape and Remus walking towards them. Snape had a thunderous expression on his face.

“Mr Weasley, fifty points from Gryffindor for attacking a classmate and two weeks detention with Filch. Now get out of my sight.” Snape snarled. Ron untangled himself from the pile up they all seemed to be in and ran off, holding his hand to his bloody nose.

Harry groaned when Snape’s eyes fixed on him.

“Mr Potter, are you well?”

“Huh.”

Snape smiled briefly. “Are you injured?”

“Er no I don’t think so.” He said, but then winced when he felt a small twinge in his wrist.

“Take him up to the hospital wing.” Snape sighed. The Banshees scrambled to their feet and pulled him up with them. But before they could leave Remus came over and checked him over.

“I think you’ve sprained your wrist and you have a small cut above your eye, probably from when you hit the ground.” He mused.

“Err Remus I really am ok.” He said smiling at Remus’ antics.

“Yes Lupin the brat does not need coddling, come.” Snape said as he swept off. Remus shook his head and smiled.

“You go straight to the hospital wing Harry.” He said stepping away.

“Yes mum.” Remus smiled and shook his head before hurrying off after the Potions Master.

They watched them for a moment before starting towards the Castle themselves. “Is something going on there or is it me?” Terri asked.

Harry wasn’t sure but his Godfather did seem to be spending quite a lot of time with Snape.

***

He ended up needing a small healing on his wrist. Ron had already been and gone, his eye was colouring up nicely apparently and his nose had been healed as well as several bruises and scratches.

Harry sent the rest of the team away but Draco ended up staying while Pomfrey healed him. She made him lay down on the bed while she waved her wand over his body. He even had to take his shirt off at one point. He blushed when Draco wouldn’t stop staring at his bruises.

Madam Pomfrey pronounced him healthy but she wanted him to rest for another ten minutes before going to dinner.

Draco waited with him and told him jokes; he smiled and kept touching Harry’s hand.

And all Harry could think was you’ve gotta stop acting like this Draco. If you carry on this way you’re gonna make me fall in love with you.