Together

The train had just left the station when Harry’s two ‘friends’ found them Harry was watching the scenery fly by while Draco read a book when the compartment door opened up. Harry turned around and Draco looked up to see a red faced Weasley and shocked Granger.

“Harry?” Hermione asked nervously.

“Yeah, that would be me,” Harry said dully.

“HOW COULD YOU HARRY! I THOUGHT WE WERE YOUR FRIENDS! AND NOW YOU’RE HANGING OUT WITH MALFOY!” Ron roared.

“Wow, I thought he would’ve exploded sooner,” Harry said, sneering.

“What did you do to him Malfoy? Did you put him under the imperious or something?” Ron yelled at Draco.

Draco sighed before standing up, Harry following suit. “No, he’s not under the imperious curse. He sought me out Weasel.”

“Harry? How could you?” Hermione asked, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

Harry sneered. “How could I? How could you? I know you’re not really my friends so why don’t you do us all a favor and just fuck off.”

“Harry, you know we’re your friends. What happened this summer?” Ron asked weakly.

“I discovered the truth,” Harry said, sitting back down.

Granger and Weasley just gaped at him. They were discovered but if they wanted any money they had to try and convince him that they were really his friends. Of course, Harry being Harry, they didn’t stand a chance now did they?

“Just leave Weasel and Mudblood,” Draco sneered before pushing them out and shutting the door. “Well, that was interesting.”

Harry smirked. “It sure was. I wonder how long they’ll keep up the charade.”

Draco smirked back. “Who knows. Probably get paid for it so, knowing them, they’ll be at it for a while.”

“Yep.”

Just then there was a knock on the compartment door. Expecting it to be Weasley and Granger again, Harry opened it up and was about to yell at them when his saw that it was Emily.

“Emily! Hey. C’mon in,” Harry said, smiling.

“Hey Harry. I see you got those piercings,” she said, sitting down next to Draco.

Harry nodded. Draco looked at the two, confusion written clearly on his face. Who the hell was that girl? She sounded American.

Harry sat down across from the two. “I’m sure you would like an explanation Draco.”

“What ever made you think that?” the sarcastic blonde said.

“A guess.”

“You guessed right, now explain yourself! Is this the one you’re with?” Draco demanded.

Both Harry and Emily burst out laughing.

“I’ll take that as a no,” muttered Draco.

The two continued to laugh. And they were still laughing five minutes later so Draco had to hit them in the back of their heads to stop them.

“Ow. What was that for?” Harry whined, clutching the back of his head.

“Yeah. I don’t even know you,” Emily whined, also clutching the back of her head.

“Didn’t want you to die of suffocation from to much laughing. I just saved both your lives,” Draco said, smirking.

“That doesn’t count,” Harry said, his arms folded on his chest and his chin jutted out in defiance causing Emily to giggle.

Soon they were at Hogwarts. They had changed into their robes a few minutes previously and were just getting off the train when Ron and Hermione showed up beside Harry. Said wizard scowled at his ex-friends. Hermione attached herself to his arm while Ron smiled at them both.

“And just what the hell do you two think you’re doing?” Harry spat.

Ron looked aghast. “What do you mean? We’re your friends Harry. Duh,” the redhead said as though it explained everything.

Draco just watched, amused. That boy’s going to have his hands full this year.

Harry struggled to get out of Hermione’s vice like grip. Emily had already left with the first years to get sorted and so was no help. Draco was having to much fun and was trying to stifle his laughter, not that it worked as he soon burst out laughing. Poor little Harry was all alone while dealing with the idiots.

Ron watched with a worried expression as Harry continued his struggles against Hermione’s grip. Though the boy was pretty much stupid, he did realize this was not the way of going about gaining the boy’s trust. In fact, it most definitely would only make the situation worse. Hell yeah it did.

They were nearly at the tables when Harry finally managed to escape Hermione. In fact, he was so pissed, he went and sat next to Draco. Well… let’s say Dumbles wasn’t to damn happy about that (nor the Slytherins on the Dark Side). Hell, he looked murderous, if only for a second it was enough for Draco, Harry, and Ali to see.

Wait, Ali? Harry looked up at the professors in surprise. Sure enough, the vampire sat there grinning down at him. Harry snorted. Of course she would be DADA professor. How else would she get into the school undetected? Then he realized. This must be her prank; getting into the school and teaching the chosen one the Dark Arts right under Dumbles’s nose! Harry smirked up at his mate’s grandmother and shook his head in amusement.

Then the first years came in. Emily was easily spotted as she was the tallest and oldest there. Harry smiled encouragingly at her, which she returned though it was somewhat forced.

The sorting hat suddenly burst out in song. Harry continued to ignore all being said. It was actually only then that he realized that he was pretty much ignoring everybody in favor of thinking; with the exception of Emily.

“Aldridge, Emily,” McGonagall’s called, startling Harry from his thoughts.

Looking over, Harry could see Emily nervously walk up and sit down on the stool; the sorting hat was then placed on her head. It took a moment until “Ravenclaw” was shouted. Emily went to go sit down with the Ravenclaws. Harry smiled and gave her a thumbs up and she smiled back.

“Before we eat I have a few announcements to make,” Dumbles started. “The Forbidden Forest is just as the name says; forbidden. No magic is to be used in the corridors. A list of items not aloud is posted outside Filch’s door. And last, but not least, I would like to introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Ms. Alison Moore!”

Ali stood up and waved at the students, a grin planted firmly on her face; her amber eyes sparkled with mirth. There was a polite applause for the new DADA professor.

“And before I forget, as it turns out we have a few more announcements,” Dumbledore started once again; that damn twinkle still in his eyes. “There will be a Halloween costume ball, a Christmas dance, and a talent show. The talent show will be November seventh. Now, let’s enjoy the fantastic feast that was prepared,” Dumbledore said before sitting back down.

Food magically appeared on the table. But that wasn’t what Harry had his mind on; he could feel Dumbledore’s eyes on him. Harry looked up but dared not look directly in Dumbledore’s eyes. With a smirk, he turned his gaze back to the food on the table and started to pile his favorites on his plate and began eating.

Harry ate in silence and before he knew it (literally as he was to busy thinking of pranks to pull on Granger and Weasley) the feast was over. The prefects were rounding up the first years to take them to the common rooms but Harry, instead, went to go talk to Ali; Draco right behind him.

Harry smirked as he saw Draco following him suspiciously. Obviously the boy didn’t trust him completely but he didn’t blame him; he wouldn’t trust anybody after years of fighting either, and he didn’t.

“Hey Ali!” Harry called.

Said vampire just grinned and walked up to her new pupil. “Hey there Harry,” she greeted.

“Best be getting to bed. Tomorrow classes start,” Dumbles called before leaving them alone in the Great Hall.

Upon hearing the door finally close, Ali put up silencing wards around them and burst out laughing, unable to hide her mirth.

“I take it you enjoy being a vampire and teaching me Dark Arts right under Dumbles’s nose?” Harry asked, an eyebrow rose in amusement.

Ali could only nod as she continued to laugh. Draco just watched, confused. Finally, he just couldn’t take being in the dark.

“Okay, what the hell is going on? And who the hell are you?” Draco all but yelled.

Ali sobered, the usual glint of mischievousness and mirth still present in her eyes. “My name is Alison Slytherin, though here you will call me Professor Moore. I’m here to teach Harry here random things. Dark Arts, animagus training, Charms, etc.”

Draco’s mouth practically hit the floor as he started at his new teacher. Harry and Ali chuckled.

“Flies, Draco, flies,” Ali and Harry chided at the same time.

Draco snapped his mouth shut and in the process, biting his tongue. He yelped as the crimson elixir known as blood filled his mouth along with the familiar sting of pain.

Harry and Ali were on the floor roaring with laughter. Draco scowled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room so he could sleep. He would get answers later; he was to tired to deal with this right now.

Harry and Ali soon managed to stop laughing and stand up.

“See you tomorrow Ali,” Harry said, making his way out of the Great Hall.

“Yeah. I can’t wait until tomorrow; we’re going to have so much fun in class,” Ali said before following Harry so she could go to her quarters.

It wasn’t until Harry got to the portrait of the Fat Lady that he realized that he didn’t know the password. Sighing, he knocked. Fortunately, somebody was up. Unfortunately, that happened to be Granger and Weasley.

“There you are Harry!” Granger exclaimed. “We wondered when you would get here. We have classes tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Let’s go get some sleep mate,” Weasley said.

“What’s the password,” Harry sighed.

“Slytherin sucks,” Hermione answered and moved aside so Harry could get inside.

Harry ignored them after that and just made his way up to the dormitory he shared with the other seventh year boys. There Harry got ready for bed, ignoring Ron entering and also getting ready for bed. Harry got in bed. He was nearly asleep but not before muttering something only he could hear.

“This is going to be one fucked up year.”

A/N: Yay! I got over my writer’s block. I would like to thanks all those who reviewed for reviewing. If it wasn’t for ya’ll I would’ve never made it this far and I would probably still have writer’s block. And about that paragraph about Draco biting his tongue… I couldn’t help but be a little sadistic there; only a tiny bit though. My craziness comes from listening to Eminem when I wrote this.

Okay, any ideas on how Voldie can see Harry or vice versa? I can’t think of a thing. The next chapter will be dedicated to whoever has the best idea! Plus they get a dozen virtual cookies!

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