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Title: Sudden Changes (re-write)
Author: Darkalli
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Slash, violence, mentions of child abuse and language. Alcohol consumption.
Pairings: HP/SS, DM/BZ, LM/RL, FW/AJ, GW/OW

I’m pretty sure if I smacked the stupid out of you, there wouldn’t be anything left.

Chapter Seven: Hogwarts

The last two weeks of the summer holidays seemed to fly by for Harry. Hermione had received permission from her parents to spend the rest of the summer at Harry’s Manor, she had spent most of that time in the library reading as many books as she could get her hands on. She also got along rather well with Draco and the pair had spent many an hour having heated debates and spirited conversations about varying wizarding traditions, including the treatment of House Elves.

Remus was still refusing to tell Lucius about him being the werewolf’s mate, even though Harry had threatened on multiple occasions to lock them in a room together until his adopted godfather admitted the truth. Lucius was starting to wonder what was going on, Remus refused to stay in the same room as him if they were the only occupants. Remus would make up some flimsy excuse then quickly flee the room.

Severus on the other hand spent most his time at the Manor locked away in the potion room working on the new potions that the Weasley twins had come up with. He was in his element when it came to creating new potions and the twins were a great help.

Voldemort was still quiet, Harry had yet to use the link between them to find out what the dark wizard was up to. Whatever it was must be more important than whether or not Draco had joined the Death Eater ranks. Narcissa had found out a week previous that Draco was not where he said he was going to be.

She had Floo’d the Zabini residence, where Draco had told her he would be spending the summer, only to learn from Mrs. Zabini that he had never turned up. Blaise had tried to cover for his friend but it hadn’t worked out well when his mother had found out that he had lied about Draco’s whereabouts.

Once Narcissa had found out that her son had lied to her she had gone to Lucius to demand he find their wayward son and drag him to the next Death Eater meeting so that he could be initiated. Lucius had tried to stall as long as he could but he was running out of options. It was only a matter of time before he was called before Voldemort to be tortured for his son’s insolence.

On the other hand, Dumbledore had been more active. He had gone to the Ministry to try and have Harry claimed as unfit to make decisions for himself, thankfully he had Lucius running interference and making things difficult. It was only a matter of time before he went to The Daily Prophet with some farfetched story to discredit him and get him back under the manipulative old coots control.

Severus had come to him after the last meeting with a warning to try and steer clear of the youngest Weasley. He had only heard part of the conversation between her parents and Dumbledore but he heard enough to put him on alert and make him warn the young wizard.

Harry knew to trust the man by now and heeded the warning. He’d be sure to steer clear of her at all times and he’d check his food and drink before consuming anything. He wouldn’t put it past them to try and use a love potion on him and try to control him through Ginny. He was beyond Happy that his request for a re-sorting had been granted, the Sorting Hat would finally get its way and he would no longer have to share a dorm with Weasley. He would miss Neville, even though he wasn’t quite sure where the accident prone wizard’s allegiance lay.

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

The night of August 31^st found Harry in him room packing the last of his things into his school trunk. He had been taught a spell by Snape to hide the true nature of an item, he had used it to disguise several of the books he had taken from the Potter library with the intention of using them for the DA.

He had also used a spell on the Marauders Map that would make it impossible to be used by anyone that he had not keyed into the spell. The last thing any of them needed was for the map to fall into the wrong hands, especially with Ron knowing how to use it.

“Have you finished packing yet?” Hermione stood at the door to Harry’s room, her voice had startled the wizard and he had dropped one of his books on his bare foot.

“Almost. Shit, that bloody hurt.” Harry replied as he hopped around on one foot as he rubbed the sore spot on the other.

“Sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Hermine said through a chuckle as she walked further into the room.

“Sure you didn’t, that’s going to bruise.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby, the book isn’t that big.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t your foot that it fell on now was it?” Harry asked as he picked up said book and placed it into his trunk.

“On a completely different note to my sore foot, you want to tell me who this mysterious bloke is?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hermione asked with a smug look on her face.

“Oh come on, Hermione. Is it Viktor? I bet it is Viktor.”

“As a matter of fact it isn’t. Viktor and I do still write each other but we don’t have that kind of relationship, besides he just asked his girlfriend to marry him. They met not long after his return to Bulgaria, she’s a really nice witch.” Hermione told him.

“But I thought you were introducing your parents to your boyfriend, you said you were in Bulgaria.”

“I was in Bulgaria, at the time I sent that letter to you. We were visiting Viktor because he wanted to introduce me to Ivet.”

“Okay, so if you were only in Bulgaria to visit Viktor than where were you staying for the summer?” Harry asked her, he was starting to get frustrated with the ring around Hermione was giving him.

“It’s really frustrating you, isn’t it? Me not giving you a straight answer?” Hermione asked him, she was having fun baiting him.

“We were in Romania.” Hermione finally relented.

“Romania? Who would you – wait, Charlie?” Harry asked her. The second eldest Weasley was the only person he knew resided in Romania.

“Yes.”

“For how long? He’s so busy at the Dragon Sanctuary that he can only ever get back here for a couple of the Order meetings.”

“Un-officially, since fifth year. Officially, since I turned seventeen.” Hermione explained.

“What do you mean, un-officially?” Harry asked her.

“I was only fifteen when we developed feelings for each other. Charlie refused to do anything about our mutual attraction until I became of age, so we spent those two years writing to each other so we could get to know each other better. We made our relationship status official on my seventeenth birthday.” Hermione explained.

“So you’ve been together, officially, for almost a year?”

“Yes, the only other person who knows is Bill. Charlie needed to talk to someone and Bill seemed the best one to go to. You know what Mrs. Weasley is like, she’d blow a gasket.”

“Well, Charlie is a nice guy so at least I know you’re in the right hands.”

“Naww, I love you too.”

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

“So, tell me again why we’re here so early?” Draco asked as he and his two other companions made their way onto the Hogwarts Express.

“Would you rather arrive late and be accosted by a gaggle of Weasley’s, or arrive early and get a compartment that we can ward so he can’t come in and annoy us?” Harry asked the irritated blonde as they walked into a compartment at the of the train.

“Good point.” Draco replied.

“It will be fun to see his face go red as he tries to figure out why he can’t get in.” Hermione added as she put her trunk on the rack above the seat.

“I’ll never pass up an opportunity to harass the Weasel.” Draco said as he sat on his seat.

“I wonder how long it will take him to realise I know about his little deal with Dumbledore?” Harry asked his companions.

“Seriously Harry? If his mind was a pasture, the sheep would starve.” Draco told him soundly.

The three teens spent the next hour and a half talking and joking about the irate red head that would soon be arriving. Harry had warded the door to their compartment and had made sure that a silencing spell was weaved into the door. It would be more fun trying to figure out what he was saying/yelling through the door.

By the time half ten came around the other Hogwarts students had started to show up. With all the noise and commotion going on in the train and on the platform, Harry was glad that he did put the silencing charm up. The Weasley’s had yet to turn up, like almost every year it seemed as though they would be running to catch the train.

“Crap, here he comes.” Harry called as he spotted his ex-friend.

“Here comes the fun.” Draco added.

“There are ten minutes till the train leaves, he hasn’t spotted us yet so he’ll most likely start from the front of the train and work his way back.” Hermione told them.

The two younger Weasley’s didn’t turn up until half an hour into the train ride, the racket from the rest of the train was blocked out by Harry’s spell so it took a while to notice that there were people knocking on the door.

It was Draco who looked up and finally saw the Weasel and the Weaselette looking in through the window on the door. He gave them his usual Malfoy sneer and then got a smug grin on his face when Ron’s face went redder than his hair.

“The Weasel and Weaselette are here, just one look from me caused his face to go redder than his hair.” Draco told his companions.

Harry got up from his seat and went over to the door. He undid the locking charm on the door and opened far enough to poke his head through the gap.

“I’m sorry but whatever you are selling we’re not interested. I’m sure you can find someone else to sell yourself to.” With that said, Harry slammed the door shut in their stunned faces and replaced the silencing charm.

“I guess they didn’t take the hint; they’re still standing at the door.” Hermione pointed out once Harry sat back down.

“That’s nothing unusual, Weasley is cruelly depriving a village somewhere of its idiot.” Draco added.

“You know Draco, for someone who prides himself on being a pureblood you sure know a lot of muggle insults.” Harry said.

“Hey, they may not have magic but they have some hilarious comebacks. I may have bought a book and kind of studied it.” Draco admitted.

“What else have you got?” Hermione asked.

“Well I mostly learnt ways to insult Weasley without him knowing it. Let’s face it, that’s a pretty easy task to accomplish.” Draco told them.

“How about this one? You’re proof that evolution can go in reverse. And my personal favourite. I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing that you never use it.”

“You spent way too much time in the library this summer.” Harry told him.

The three teens spent the rest of the train ride talking about the classes they had signed up for. Hermione had learned her lesson from third year and had gone with a lighter work load like she had the year before.

Half way through the trip they were joined by Neville and Luna. Thankfully they were both on Harry’s side and were glad to help out with the DA club, as well as any problems with the two youngest Weasley’s.

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

The ride up to the castle was, surprisingly, uneventful. They weren’t sure where the two Weasley’s had disappeared to but Harry was sure that it wouldn’t bode well for him. It was a guarantee that Dumbledore will be wanting to see him after dinner, especially after he was left out of the loop for Harry’s re-sorting.

Harry’s re-sorting was one thing he had kept from Snape, so he would be sure to keep an eye on the man when the hat announced his new house. Neville and Luna both knew about his plan to be re-sorted, while Neville would miss having Harry in the Gryffindor tower he knew that if Harry was going to make any change, or stay out from under Dumbledore’s thumb, he would need to be in with the Slytherin’s.

Upon entering the Greta Hall, Harry followed Hermione to a seat at the Gryffindor table, once the first years were sorted Harry would be called up to be re-sorted. He would be front and centre for the look on Dumbledore’s face.

Professor McGonagall lead the first years up the centre of the hall between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. Like every year they looked small and nervous, Harry was sure he looked even worse than some of them looked.

“Now, as I call your name, you will come up here and place the Sorting hat on your head. Anderson, Michael.” Professor McGonagall’s voice called as the new first years stood nervously in front of the hall.

The young boy walked up to the stool and sat down before the hat was placed on his head. Dumbledore had been staring at Harry since the he first entered the hall with Hermione, the ever present twinkle that was in his eye was absent tonight. He didn’t seem impressed with Harry’s lack of care towards what Dumbledore seemed to think he should do. He had already handed the deputy headmistress a slip of parchment asking (demanding) that Harry come to his office after the feast.

“Zimmons, Alicia.”

“SLYTHERIN!”

The hat had finally sorted the last first year and McGonagall was about to roll up the scroll and put the hat and stool away, when she noticed more writing at the bottom of the list.

Request for re-sorting granted – Harry Potter.

McGonagall walked over to the headmaster and showed him what was written at the bottom of the list of new first years. As the deputy headmistress, she was well aware of the school rules and knew that if the parchment had added Mr. Potters name onto it then he had gone to the school board of governors with a request to be re-sorted.

“Mr. Potter, what is the meaning of this?” Dumbledore asked as he stood with the scroll clutched in his now white knuckled hands.

“Why, whatever do you mean sir?” Harry asked innocently.

“Why is your name on the list of students to be sorted?” Dumbledore asked as he rose from his seat at the head table.

“According to the school rules, a student has the right to request a re-sorting from the school governors. If the request is granted, then the Headmaster cannot deny the re-sorting of the student in question. I made a formal request to the governors over the summer and they granted my request, hence why my name is on the list.” Harry explained as he made his way to the front of the hall.

The whole hall had gone silent and every student was watching as Harry sat down on the stool and placed the Sorting hat on his head. All the Gryffindor’s had weird looks on their faces and they were whispering loudly to each other, the two youngest Weasley’s had furious looks on their faces. The Hufflepuff’s looked indifferent and unsure of what was really going on, the Ravenclaw’s were curious and the Slytherin’s just sat there.

“Ah, Mister Potter. Finally decided that I was right and that you do belong in Slytherin?” The hat asked.

“Don’t get cocky; just sort me so I can have dinner then go to bed.” Harry told the hat.

“Alright, I still stand by what I said in your first year. You will do well in SLYTHERIN!” the hat shouted the last part so that the hall could hear it.

Harry stood up from the stool and took the hat off, after placing it back on the stool he turned around and faced the head table. Dumbledore’s face held a look of barely concealed fury and Severus looked shocked, a Potter in Slytherin was unheard of but considering what this particular Potter had accomplished in the six years he had been at Hogwarts it wasn’t really too much of a surprise.

He turned to face Professor McGonagall, he knew that she was in his corner so he gave her an apologetic smile and a small shrug of his shoulder, she just looked back at him with a proud smile on her face and ushered him to the Slytherin table.

The hall had erupted into chaos; the Gryffindor’s where shouting and Harry could see Ron and Ginny looking in his direction with scowls on their faces. He knew that this situation would lead to even more nagging from the pair and he was looking forward to using some of the twin’s new pranks on them in the coming months.

Dumbledore stood from his seat and calmed the students down before starting the feast. Throughout the meal the talk in the hall was centred on what had just happened, the students were unsure as to what was going on but they knew that this school year would definitely be different to any other.

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

Other than the little display at the beginning of dinner, the meal went by rather uneventful. Harry was subjecting to scrutinising looks from the other Slytherin students, he knew there would be a lot to explain when they got to the Slytherin common room.

Harry and Draco were one of the first students to stand once dinner had finished and the students were dismissed to their dorms, they had met up with Hermione at the doors to the Great Hall and were headed out when Harry’s name was called. The three students turned to look behind them and saw Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape heading towards them.

“Mr. Potter, I would like a word with you in my office, immediately.” Dumbledore said, all traces of the twinkle in his eyes were gone.

Harry turned back to Draco and Hermione and told them he would see them later, before he followed the headmaster and the other two professors towards Dumbledore’s office.

When they arrived at the stone gargoyle that guarded the headmaster’s office Dumbledore spoke the password and then led the other three up the winding staircase before opening the door. Dumbledore moved over to sit behind his desk and McGonagall and Severus sat down in front of it.

“Now, Mr. Potter. You will tell me why you asked for a re-sorting and you will also tell me where you have been over the summer, your aunt and uncle were very worried about you.” Dumbledore demanded.

“Let’s face it Headmaster, for anything that is not school related you have no say. I don’t need to tell you anything about what I did or where I was over the summer. And the whole part about the Dursley’s actually being worried about me is laughable at best.” Harry told him.

“If Voldemort had found out where you were over the summer he would have been able to kill you without any trouble.” The old man tried again.

“Headmaster, if you couldn’t find me over the summer then what makes you think Voldemort could have? I have spent the rest of my summer, since my birthday, living in peace.” Harry told them.

“I haven’t had my family beating or starving me for any slight they deemed punishable, which was pretty much just breathing. I haven’t had you keeping information from me nor have I had you telling me what to do.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to go to bed. Professor Snape, can you please show me to the Slytherin common room as well as tell me the password?” Harry asked as he stood from his seat and headed to the door.

With a nod from the headmaster, Severus rose from his seat and followed Harry out of the room. The pair walked in silence for a good fifteen minutes before Severus decided to ask the question he had been wanting to ask the young wizard since he had been sorted.

“How did you know that the hat would place you into my house?”

“The hat wanted to place me into Slytherin in my first year but I talked it out of its decision.” Harry told him as they descended into the dungeons.

“Why did you? How did you?” Severus asked. A Potter in Slytherin was unheard of.

“I had met Draco and he hadn’t really endeared me to all things Slytherin. Not to mention that the first person in the wizarding world I meet, not including Hagrid, just so happens to be a boy who is being paid to be my friend. Of course at the time I didn’t know that.” Harry explained.

“Ronald told me that there wasn’t a witch or wizard who went bad that wasn’t in Slytherin and, being the impressionable kid I was, I believed him. It wasn’t until my third year, when I found out that the man who betrayed my parents was a Gryffindor, that I finally started to question that whole thing.”

“Slytherin’s, for the most part, are defined by the house they are in. Just because Salazar Slytherin had his own feelings towards people of lesser blood than him does not mean that every member of that house believes so.” Severus informed him.

“I kind of gathered that over the years I have been here. Slytherin’s are generally seen as evil just because of the house the hat sorted them into. I know there are some Slytherin’s whose families who want nothing to do with the war, like Blaise Zabini’s family. I get it, but the rest of the school doesn’t, that’s why I want to change that.”

“There are those whose parents are loyal Death Eaters but not all of them want to follow in their parent’s footsteps.” Severus told him.

The two wizards finally arrived at the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

“The password is Unity.” Severus told him.

“Okay, thank you Professor.” Harry said as he walked through the open entry way.

When he entered the Common room he noticed that it looked exactly the same as it did in his second year, Dark and Dismal. Walking further into the room, Harry saw Draco sitting on a couch in front of the roaring fire. Sitting next to him were Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott. Both Draco and Lucius had assured Harry that the three mentioned had no intention what so ever in joining the Dark Lord. For that Harry was glad because he knew that Draco was in love with Blaise.

Harry walked over to the lounge and sat down next to Draco; the other Slytherin’s in the room had watched his progress and were staring at him as he sat down. The other three were about to say something about Harry sitting there before Harry interrupted.

“You owe me twenty Galleons,”

“Damn. So what did the old codger want?” Draco asked as he handed over the money.

“He demanded that I tell him why I asked for a re-sorting as well as where I was over the summer; I don’t think he’s happy with me anymore.” Harry replied as he pocketed the bag of Galleons.

“What did you say?” Draco asked as he ignored the shocked looks on his three friend’s faces.

“I told him that apart from what goes on at this school he has no say in what I do outside of it. He tried the whole worried relatives bullshit and when that didn’t work he tried using Voldemort.” Harry replied.

“He really doesn’t learn.”

“Draco, what’s going on?” Theodore asked as he interrupted the conversation.

“Ah … right, come with us so we can talk more privately. The walls have ears.” Draco told his friends as he and Harry rose from the couch.

The three Slytherin’s followed Harry and Draco down the hallway that led to the seventh year boy’s dorms, when they came to Draco’s room, Harry realised that he would be sharing the room with the three other boy’s after he saw his trunk at the end of one of the beds.

The room was larger than the boy’s dorm in the Gryffindor tower, it only had four beds and there was enough room in the back corner of the room for a private study that consisted of four desks and two sofas. A small fire was burning in the fireplace that was in front of one of the couches, a plush green rug was laid in front of the fire and a small coffee table, that looked like it was made from polished oak, was in front of the centre couch.

All five moved over to the couches and sat down in front of the warm fire, Harry had placed himself next to Draco again and he noticed for a small second that Blaise had given him a jealous look before it disappeared from his face.

“Over the summer I ran away from home so that my mother couldn’t force me to become a Death Eater. My father has been covering for me so far but it’s only a matter of time before Voldemort discovers that my father is the one who helped me to escape from the wonderful privilege of having to bow and scrape at his feet.” Draco started.

“Then how did you become friends with Potter? Last we heard he was Dumbledore’s obedient pet.” Pansy asked as she settled down into her seat more comfortably.

“My father and I ran into him in the Apothecary in Diagon Alley back in August. He informed us that he knew my father was a spy for the Order and that he needed to be careful. When he found out that I needed somewhere safe to stay for the rest of the summer he offered his family manor as a safe haven.” Draco told them.

“So, why the sudden change of house, Potter?” Theodore asked.

“I was originally meant to go into Slytherin in my first year but I talked the hat out of it, over the last two years I have been slowly breaking away from the image everyone has heaped upon me. I decided that a change was in order and I called in a favour at the Ministry and they granted my request to be re-sorted.” Harry told them.

“I found out last year, quite by accident, that Dumbledore has been paying the Weasley’s to spy on me since the day we met. Dumbledore was going off at Ronald for not doing as he was paid to do. Naturally I saw red and my plan to break away from Dumbledore went into effect sooner than planned.”

Draco’s three friends sat and listened as Harry and Draco filled them in on the plans for the school year. They needed to determine which Slytherin’s wanted out of the war and who support Voldemort. They sat there in front of the fire talking until one o’clock the next morning before they all went their separate ways to get some sleep before their early rise the next day.

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

A/N: How many of you guessed that it was Charlie Weasley?
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