Disclaimer: Nothing Harry Potter related belongs to me, I just use the idea's and make no money off of it.

AN: Now, this is something that has been bothering me for some time. Not in the bad sense, just in the 'I must write this!' sense. I am a serious H/Hr shipper, but this just kept bugging me. There will be some Hermione and select Weasley bashing, be forewarned.

Snippet #2: Pale Blue Eyes

Pale, almost emotionless blue eyes stared at the Golden trio from the Slytherin table. These eyes held a cold anger beneath their normal stony calmness, and the gaze was calculating as it was unblinking. These eyes belonged to one Tracy Davis, and she was not a happy witch. Why was she not a happy witch? One name came to mind; Hermione Granger. Well, if she was honest with herself several names came to mind, but right now that filthy, no good, conniving mudblood was the target of her ire. Normally she did not give into the standard pureblood horse shit, but she felt the muggleborn witch deserved it.

She had to, begrudgingly of course, give credit to the witch, as she was doing something that not even Dumbledore was privy too. And if he was, they was just an extra person for her to really... hate. She had actually became friends with the boy-who-lived back in second year, but after that summer he had changed. He had been studious, charming, and the house prejudices were not even registered to him. That all changed when he came back for third year. He looked at her as if he didn't know her at all, not only that but he was taking COMC and Divination. Divination for Merlin's sake! They had agreed to take Runes and Arithmancy together.. as friends of course.

It was sixth year now, and she grated her teeth, growling to herself as she remembered what she had come across. She had been walking back to her dorm after getting a midnight snack when she heard someone talking to someone else in one of the empty potions classrooms. She placed a few sound dampening charms on herself and went to investigate, only to have her ire raised as she discovered an ongoing foul deed. As it turned out, one Hermione Granger had started to brew a potion to control the boy-who-lived. He was strong willed, and had magic to boot, but it was a potion keyed to him by his blood. She didn't know how the filthy mudblood got it, but still she did, and was using it against him.

Among her co-conspirators were none other than the two youngest of the Weasley brood. She remembered the conversation as if it was yesterday, even it being a few days after the start of term, and it was now mid October.

"Hermione, why can't we just, do this up near our dorms?" The human bottomless pit asked, more liked whined, causing both females to scoff but the youngest to answer.

"Because, stupid, people will look for us there. They won't dare look for us near the Slytherin dorms, I thought you knew that?" He huffed but conceded, Ginerva turning back to their potioneer. "How much longer, Hermione?"

"Not too much longer now, sweetheart. This one has to be a bit stronger... he started fighting the other one over the summer after the mutt kicked it." There was a collective snort before she went on. "One more year and I'll snag him up. Fertility and lust potions mixed in will have me and you knocked up and rich before the end of 7th year." She sighed softly. "I won't have to deal with my shit head parents or any of these morons anymore. I'll have access to the Potter and Black libraries and i'll be able to do whatever the hell I want." She smirked and shared a kiss with both Weasleys, which made Tracy's stomach do an un-natural flip.

"There is no counter to this, right?" The Weasley male asked, having not really paid attention as he was too busy thinking about all the food and women he could buy with his share of the Potter-Black fortune. The response came from his sister.

"Yes there is a counter, but whats the point in me telling you if we're not going to use it? Just... keep a look out and shut up." Ronald grumbled and went to the door, not noticing the disillusioned Slytherin as she slunk away.

Tracey had seen the potion book the mudblood had and took a look at the Slytherin copy in her dorm common room. The potion was meant to control dangerous criminals in their own mind, stronger and more illegal than the Imperius curse. It was banned not only in Great Britain, but in 70% of the magical world, considered one of the foulest of potions. She had thankfully found the counter as well in the same book, the trouble was getting Harry alone and getting it to him. She was booted from her staring and self thinking by her friend and dorm mate, Daphne Greengrass.

"You've been staring for almost ten minutes, Tracey, what's wrong?" She blinked, her eyes dry, before she un-clenched the utensils in her hands and responded. Her voice was dead and stoic, but Daphne could hear the... rage underneath.

"Nothing is wrong, Daphne. Excuse me, I have a prince to talk to." Daphne's eyes narrowed softly, that was something Tracey said she would never do. She watched as her friend got up and made her way to Malfoy, who was surprised to say the least, but he hid it under his arrogant drawl and sneer.

"What do you want, Davis?" He looked her up and down, a sneer on his lips just as disgusted as the one on Pansy, who was on his arm.

"I request a dorm meeting, it would being our house a much needed boost in the halls of Hogwarts." He did show his surprise, but it was momentary. He nodded almost imperceptibly, but showed no other acknowledgement.

"I'll think about it, Davis. Get out of my sight, it's starting to smell." He sniffed and Pansy snickered like the hyena she was before Tracey left the hall. She had quite a few things to prepare for the meeting.

~Break~

The Slytherin dormitory had two common rooms, one for every day usage, and one for important meetings and planning. The second was rarely used, but when it was it was set up like a large conference room. Draco Malfoy was the official prince of Slytherin house, but it wasn't because of his father. No, he had earned that spot and actually did a lot more good for his house than he showed on the outside. They were not Slytherin's for nothing. He watched the room and table fill with the upper years and nodded when Tracey entered. She cleared her throat and started to speak when he gestured for her to do so.

"I request use of the projecting Pensieve." There was some collective murmuring and Draco had Crabbe go get it. Unlike him, Crabbe and Goyle were as simple minded inside the house as they were outside. When it was placed on the table Tracey carefully extracted her memory of the night she was bringing up. She had wanted to do this earlier in the year, but she had to wait for Draco to reclaim his throne again, he had lost it the previous year and she needed a familiar house mate.

"This memory is of the 8th of September. I show it now because at that time our Prince had yet to reclaim his place." Draco nodded and Millicent Bulstrode activated the pensieve. Tracey waited patiently for everyone to see the memory, and then looked at Draco. Most every one else did the same, and what they saw surprised them.

"So... it is because of that filthy fucking mudblood, and the blood traitors that my best friend was taken from me?!" Not many had known, but Draco and Harry had been close, so close one would think they grew up together. Harry had been quick to un-cover the Slytherin mask, and he was welcomed into the Malfoy family as a surrogate son. Tracey waited for Draco to take a few calming breaths before she nodded and spoke.

"Yes, my prince. I know of the antidote, but I do not have the ingredients or the skill for to brew it. I wanted this to be done before the Yule holidays, because who knows what they would do to him. The mudblood might even decide not to wait for Harry to be 17, we can't have that." Draco nodded, leaning back and thinking, mostly trying to reign in his temper. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss Harry, they were so close once upon a time. It was not his fault though, and they lifted a weight from his shoulders.

"Davis, get the book with the antidote." He turned to a 7th year. "Morath, get the ingredients she needs when she shows it to you." He turned, surprisingly, to a 4th year. "Astoria, when it is given to you make the potion. This takes priority over everything else, do you understand?" Astoria Greengrass lit up, nodding. Even in the eyes of Severus Snape she was a prodigy, and that was saying something as he was close to getting replaced as the youngest potions master in British history by said student.

"Yes my prince!" He smiled at the younger girl and then looked back at Tracey.

"Plan with Daphne, Zabini and Nott. I want to have that trio's footsteps planned out to the minute. I want to be able to find them when they are on the loo! We are getting our second prince back." He stood and left, but not before he took the memory from the Pensieve and made his way to his head of houses office. Severus needed to see this, he too had wondered what had happened to the Potter heir.

~Break~

Hermione Granger, Ginerva Weasley, Ronald Weasley, and Harry Potter were walking towards the 7th floor corridor that held the room of requirement, they had some... savior training, as they were going to call it, to start. Even in his mind addled state, he still needed to know how to please the two witches who would be his child bearers. As Hermione was about to make the third pass to conjure their room they were peppered with spell fire. Before shields could be thrown up the four Gryffindors were stunned on the cold stone floor. Tracey came out and delivered a swift kick to the stomach of the mudblood who started this all, then another... and another, before she was pulled back by her best friend Daphne.

"Stop! She'll get hers, just... wait." Tracey huffed and then the four were levitated as Draco conjured his own room. Tracey, Daphne, Crabbe and Goyle, Draco, Theodore and Astoria entered the room that had formed. It was reminiscent of the Slytherin common room but with a bed to the side for Harry to recover on. The three criminals were tied up and dropped on the floor with no shortage of harshness, being left alone as Astoria took out the precious antidote from her robes.

"It is charmed so that every drop leaves the vial, I also charmed it to be indestructible, my prince, just in case." She handed the potion to Draco and got a caress to the cheek and a soft kiss in reward. She shuddered softly, their relationship was budding but she knew they would be perfect for each other. He turned and then sat on the bed next to his brother in all but blood, the brother he was going to reclaim tonight.

"How long does it take to work, Astoria? He's been on this potion for three years... at least." He looked at her before looking back at Harry.

"The normal antidote takes twenty minutes, but I made the safer one so it should take three hours." He nodded and then opened Harry's mouth, pouring in the potion and massaging his throat to help him swallow it. When not a drop was left in the vial or on Harry's tongue he closed his mouth and capped the vial.

"Now, we wait. But... let's not be idle, shall we?" He put up a silencing ward around Harry's bed, and a timer for two hours and fifty minutes. The collective Slytherins then turned to the bound Gryffindors and decided a little payback was in order. They did nothing to seriously maim or injure the fools, but there would be a little humiliation. The real payback would be when the memories were given to Dumbledore and the head of the DMLE. Sure, they could have done that first, but they needed to make sure everything was taken care of first. They took care of their own. Harry had always been a snake in lions clothing.

~Break~

Harry James Potter-Black woke up to the soft, pleasant drawl of his best friend, Draco Malfoy. A smile on his face as he blinked and rubbed his eyes softly. He reached for his glasses and when they were presented to him he looked at his blonde brother.

"Fuck... you got old, Drake." He was embraced by his brother, and the girl he had hoped could be more than just a friend some day, Tracey. He smiled and sat up with a low groan, shaking his head of the remaining cobwebs of the potion.

"So, I got the jist of it... memories really, but what's going on?" That was when Tracey took the lead and started explaining everything he had missed. At least what he couldn't exactly remember. The potion created a second mind, and while it was not his own, he didn't have to take three years of classes again. At the end of it he closed his eyes and let out a long, suffering sigh before looking at his friends again.

"So, what is going to happen to the trio of fuckwits?" There was a collective chuckle and then they told Harry of the plan to get the authorities involved, and he was anything but against it. They had controlled three years of his life he could never get back, and he was not about to let that slide.

~Break~

No-one could say that the boy-who-lived wasn't a merciful soul, but when you messed with his life, and those of the ones he cared for... well, you were in for an existence of misery. He brought down the full force of the Potter and Black families on the two youngest Weasley's and the muggle-born Granger. As the mastermind behind it she was sentenced to having her mind wiped of all magical knowledge and given over to the muggle authorities to spend a good portion of her days in prison for her crimes. The two pure bloods were sentenced to three years in Azkaban, but before they could smirk at getting off so lightly, the second sentence of the rest of their lives to be lived as muggles had them paling and screaming for mercy.

The rest of the Weasley clan abandoned their two youngest for their crimes, and begged for the forgiveness from Harry. As they had nothing to do with the plans, he embraced them as the family they had once embraced him as. Dumbledore had been oblivious to all of this, and he apologized profusely to Harry when he found out. Not only that, but he resigned from his three major positions, speaking that he no longer saw the forest for the tree's. He was too hung up on the bigger picture that he did not notice the little details anymore. He would retire, occasional taking over for Minerva as Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.

Harry got back into the swing of things, once more raising to the top of the academic charts and opening the friendly pathways between the houses once more. He eventually caught up completely, and then went above and beyond that as well. While he missed his godfather, he never really knew him, but he would make the Black family name something to be proud of again. And all of this was possible, thanks to a pare of Pale Blue Eyes.

AN: Well, that's how it went in my head, nothing really spectacular, but there you have it. Hope at least someone enjoys it.