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Chapter One � Some changes are less suspected than others.

After the episode at the Ministry of Magic Harry had spoken to Dumbledore, who had explained everything, but did little to eliminate his anger. The old man just caused his young charge to despise him even more than he had previous to their conversation. He left the office with more homicidal thoughts than he had entering.

He was, of course, shipped off to the Dursleys� once more, and although he hated staying there more than anything, it was actually a blessing in disguise this time because he wouldn�t have to put up with his nosy friends or any other wizards. In short, he could keep to himself and find something to occupy his time rather than think about the death of his godfather.

Harry threw himself into his studies and found that if he just paid attention, as Hermione had been trying to drill into his head for years, he may actually learn something and like it. So he read everything he could get his hands on. His old textbooks, other books he had bought in both Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, anything magic related. But what caught his eye and tickled his fancy more than anything else turned out to be Potions. You could suppose he liked it because it was precise, or because it used every facet of knowledge you had. The real reason was because he had complete control over the outcome of any potion. The things you add, at the specific times, the direction and motion of stirring; all of these things determined which potion you would get in the end. It was something out of his life that he could finally control.

He was a man obsessed.

Harry read all of his Potions books and memorized them cover to cover. Although he couldn�t actually make potions while away from the school, he now had a firm grip of Potions Theory and could tell you just about anything about any potion he had access to the information about. Snape would be so proud.

Over the course of the month he had been at Privet Drive he had let his hair grow out and had been tying it back. He had eaten more and done more things out in the backyard, firming his muscles and building himself quite a nice frame. By the time the Order had come to bring him to Grimmauld Place he was barely recognizable as Harry Potter, and that�s how he liked it.

While at Grimmauld Place he scoured the Black Family Library and claimed every Potions related text as his own, even though the whole house already belonged to him courtesy of Sirius� will. He secreted the books away from everyone else and buried his nose in one of them every time he was out of his room and most of the time he was in it.

He could be found at almost any given time in the sitting room with his feet tucked under himself, sitting in a large and comfortable armchair, with his nose firmly buried in any number of books. His friends, who were also at the house and refused to leave him be, could not understand it and he was actually beginning to freak out Hermione, who was a bookworm herself.

Harry convinced Remus to perform a permanent eye correction charm on him one day and he broke his glasses in half, throwing them in the bottom of his trunk as a reminder of who he used to be. When the day finally rolled round for them all to go to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies, he kept to himself, wandering from bookshelf to bookshelf and randomly, it seemed, choosing Potions books to purchase and read at a later date.

His friends were very worried about him, Hermione was convinced that he was suffering from depression, and although Ron had no idea what she was on about, he could do nothing but agree. Probably because he was trying to get into her knickers, but oh well. Unfortunately it seemed as though his friends were only concerning themselves with worrying about him for appearances, though I�m sure they didn�t fully realize this at the time.

September 1st finally found them at King�s Cross station preparing to board the Hogwarts Express. Harry, as usual, had his nose buried in a book and randomly chose a compartment to sit in, waving a distracted hand at the adults who had come to see them all off. Hermione thought his behavior rude, of course, and said so. Harry just rolled his eyes at her and sat down with his back against the window and his feet up on the seat, Hermione and Ron sitting across on the other bench.

After a few hours of sitting there Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle decided to pay them a little visit. He saw Hermione and Ron first.

�Well, if it isn�t the Mudblood and the Weasel,� he took in how close they were sitting to each other, �Are you two finally together then? Planning on having loads of bushy red headed children then?� He snickered when he saw how red Ron�s face was getting and how embarrassed Hermione seemed to be.

Ron finally found his voice, �Fuck off, Malfoy.�

Draco just smirked, �Oh, the words of a true genius, Weasley. I�m so insulted I may as well go cry. Your wits have stung me so.�

Hermione had finally had enough and rose to her feet, �Malfoy, why don�t you go crawl into a hole and die already? Leave us alone.�

This impressed the blonde ever so. He just stood there and looked at her distastefully, finally noticing Harry hadn�t said anything yet.

�Well, Potter, why aren�t you jumping to their rescue? Aren�t they your little groupies?�

Harry, who up until that point had his face hidden behind a book and had no interest in defending his friends, slowly lowered the book to look at the blonde. What Draco saw was not what he was expecting. Harry with long hair, tied back at the nape of his neck, scar hidden, no glasses, reading a book on potions, and not defending his so called friends. He was gob smacked.

The raven haired youth just looked at him with a brow raised, �Well, perhaps that�s because they can fend for themselves, Malfoy. Or would you like me to defend them?� He watched the blonde for a moment. �Unfortunately, be that the case, I do not feel like it. As I said; they are fully capable of defending themselves and no longer require my help. Now, kindly leave.�

He went back to his book and completely missed the shocked look on everyone�s faces. Draco, along with Crabbe and Goyle, backed out of the compartment and closed the door. Harry whipped out his wand silently and waved it at the closed door, sealing it so no one could enter. Hermione and Ron just continued to stare at him until Hermione dropped into her seat looking defeated.

Neither of them tried to get him to talk for the rest of the trip.

Almost everyone had already entered the Great Hall and sat down by the time Harry walked in, nose in book, hair tied back, and bottom lip between his teeth as he took in what he read. Everyone who was there turned to stare at him as he walked in, including Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. He was too engrossed in his reading material to notice.

For the entire meal he sat there, eating in between paragraphs, and ignoring his friends as well as everyone around him. He didn�t realize he was being watched, or if he did he showed no indication that he did. Severus Snape sat at the head table, watching this new Harry Potter ignore his friends. He had long hair and no glasses, and he was reading a very advanced Potions text. An extremely advanced, extremely valuable and difficult to find Potions text.

These things confused the Potions Master slightly, but the one that stood out the most was the brat�s reading material. It was as if Harry Potter was attempting to become Severus Snape. It wasn�t that this teeny bit of information irked the older man; he just couldn�t understand why anyone would want his life. He was far from happy, handsome, nice, etc. He had little to no friends and hadn�t had a lover in too long to think about, random one night stands aside.

After awhile of Potter watching he turned back to his own meal and picked at it, as usual, until it was time to follow his little snakes down to the Slytherin common room and give them his little beginning of the year speech including all the points he valued in his students; cleverness, sneakiness, cunning, playing pranks. He may be their head of house but that didn�t mean he couldn�t encourage them to play tricks on each other, which he did.

He gave them the steely glare and the didactic Potions Master tone, causing the younger years to fear him and the older years to just smirk at the first years. He told them of all the things he would let them get away with while in his care and what he wouldn�t allow. He informed them that should they get caught by any other professor doing something he would normally allow but something which is against the school rules, they shouldn�t run to him because he wouldn�t lift a finger to help them. Rule number one in the Slytherin Handbook: Don�t get caught.

Snape eventually retired to his private chambers and poured himself a glass of scotch then sat in front of the fire to think more on the subject that had bothered him all evening; Harry Potter. He eventually fell into bed with Potter on his brain.

Meanwhile in the Gryffindor Tower Harry was continuing to ignore his friends while unpacking a few of his things and getting ready for bed. As his roommates blew out the candles near their beds he pulled his curtains closed around his bed and conjured a ball of light to hover near his head so he could get a little more reading in before he fell asleep. A few hours later he finally closed his eyes; his book resting on his chest as the ball of light slowly faded while he fell deeper into sleep.

The next morning he went to breakfast without waiting for Ron and Hermione, sitting alone as he kept his nose buried in the same book from last night. He pushed his food around his plate, nibbled on toast, and sipped his coffee, until it was time for him to leave for class. His first class of the first day of his 6th year. Double Potions. Harry grabbed two slices of toast and piled bacon between them, making himself a lovely breakfast sandwich, then walked down to the dungeons to await Professor Snape.

Draco Malfoy was leaning against the wall in the corridor outside the classroom when he arrived and looked him up and down, sizing this new Potter up. But, of course, Malfoy couldn�t hold back. It was his love, his pride and joy, to get Potter�s goat and he hadn�t let him on the train the day before. That meant he was going to try all the more this morning to irritate Wonder Boy.

�Well, well, Potter. It seems you�ve decided to change your appearance for some odd reason. Your hair is longer, you�re not wearing those obnoxious glasses anymore, and you�ve got your nose buried in a book. A Potions book, no less. Could it be that you�ve finally figured out you�re gay and you have a thing for Professor Snape? Trying to get his attention, St. Potter?�

For all his sneering, he was rewarded with a raised brow, a disinterested look, and a shake of the head from Potter who merely walked past him into the room and sat down, preparing to follow the instructions for the potion this period. It was strange, and struck Draco odd, that Harry would leave one person and come back a completely different person than the one he threatened a mere few months before. This new version was someone he could easily see himself becoming friends with. That thought disturbed him most of all.

Snape walked, ok stalked into the classroom and the door slammed behind him with a wave of his wand as he turned on his heel at the front of the classroom. It was time for his beginning of term speech.

�This is your sixth year of Potions and, I admit, there are a few of you in here that I didn�t honestly expect I would have to see.� He looked around, his gaze settling on a few students from Gryffindor, none from Slytherin, and locked eyes with Potter, who was paying attention instead of blathering on to his friends as usual. Interesting. He went on, �You will find that the potions you will be set to create this year are much more advanced than last year. This is a NEWT level course, and not required by the school. Therefore I do not have to keep you in this class should you get a grade lower than anything I see fit,� his eyes rested on Harry as he said this and the boy didn�t even flinch. He raised a brow and continued, �We will be learning many new potions that were previously banned from being taught at Hogwarts by the Ministry, but since the return of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, they have relaxed somewhat and have decreed that the young should learn said potions in an effort to prepare you for war.� He rolled his eyes here then sighed and forged ahead, �Which means that instead of learning potions like Veritaserum, Wolfsbane, Polyjuice and a variety of other 7th year potions next year, you will be learning them this year.� Many students gasped but Potter�s expression brightened as did Malfoy�s.

He chose to ignore the fact that they were both excited and moved on to asking them questions, pinning Potter with a glare for every question asked. Of course, seeing as the boy had been reading Potions texts since he arrived back, he saw it fair to test his knowledge on the subject. So Potter was asked every question and answered them all. Snape was quickly becoming more and more suspicious. The brat answered every question correctly. But not only were his answers correct, they were of a level far beyond even a 7th year. He knew his potions.

They were to brew the Draught of Living Death this period. It was a difficult potion if you didn�t know what you were doing, but anyone who had made it this far and into his NEWT level class should be capable of brewing it by now. He sighed as he instructed them to collect their ingredients from the cabinets then get to work.

As he sat behind his desk he couldn�t help but notice Potter brewing his potion. He didn�t move with the clumsiness he used to. In fact, he flowed through the process as if it were second nature to him. The way his hands worked the mortar and pestle while he ground the asphodel into a fine powder intrigued the older man. He had never seen Potter work this diligently before. He infused the powdered asphodel with the wormwood and continued on with the potion as if he were making an everyday headache cure.

By the end of the lesson Snape was definitely thrown for a loop and didn�t know what to make of this new Potter. He decided that next lesson he was going to assign partners, obviously Potter with Malfoy, and see if he could shake the Boy Wonder up. But he never could have foreseen what was coming.

As Harry gathered his things, he had already turned his vial of potion into Professor Snape and he knew it was brewed perfectly, he ignored everything around him. One other person, besides his professor, noticed the change and the blonde sitting in the back of the room was more intrigued than anything. So as Harry walked past, Draco eyed him. The raven haired Gryffindor caught him looking and raised a brow at him, causing the Slytherin to smirk and incline his head slightly in greeting. Harry smiled crookedly and nodded, passing with his head down.

A truce then.

I have a few of the chapters done so far but I would like some feedback before I post all I have. I've posted the prologue and this chapter because I figured I won't get much feedback if I don't have something posted. Please read and review. ~D~
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