Chapter 3. Home sweet home? (5000+)

A/N. Here we are again. I'm currently having a bit of free time, so I want to get some chapters out there for you guys to read, ain't it nice? After the second chapter I received some reviews saying to look into the grammar, and indeed, when I went through it with a fine toothcomb I was a bit appealed about serving you such bad grammar. I fixed most issues (I think! Otherwise, please let me know). And left this chapter to brew somewhat longer so I could look at it with fresh eyes.

Someone suggested that I should get a beta reader. I agree, if someone feels that they can help me with it, please let me know! I gladly threat on you on bad grammar. Muwhahaha.

In this chapter we first return to our dear friend Ron, what's going on in his mind?

Yesterday at the Burrow

Ron groveled, he was angry at Harry Potter. How did he even dare to talk to a slimy snake? He would show the Boy-Who-Lived the proper way of Gryffindor, one who hates snakes. During the afternoon he plotted, after a whole afternoon of plotting, writing off ideas, and begin aghast, he had a workable plan in his head. When he looked out of his window, he saw the victim of his devices return from flying around in the forest next to the Burrow. An evil smile crept on his face, some may have called Ron thick headed, lazy with school work and a bigot. However, he wasn't dumb as some people thought.

'I'm the best wizard's chess player in Hogwarts for a reason,' Ron thought. However, for his plan he needed allies, a list began to form in his head about people he could convince to join him to uncover the lies of the Boy-Who-Lived. As he mentally ticked off the list of people he could approach, he looked at the empty cage of Scabbers in his room. He remembered the last days of the previous school year, being 'abducted' by a mass-murderer was not something he wanted to experience again.

Realizing that the mass-murderer in question was no other than Sirius Black, the apparent godfather of the boy who lived. Maybe he could use this bit of information to his advantage. "Wicked!" Ron said aloud, being happy with his final plan. He failed to remember the famous words of muggle general, no plan survives contact with the enemy...

The Hogwarts Express

Ron managed to find a compartment not currently occupied by anyone, and quickly claimed it for himself. Just as he tried to alleviate his trunk to overhead baggage racks, two of his dormmates walked past. Forgetting about his trunk, he quickly opened the door and called after them "Dean! Seamus!" Both boys turned around, looking a bit surprised. "Do you want to sit with me?" Ron asked them. "Sure, won't Harry and Hermione travel with you?" Seamus asked.

Ron's face momentarily contorted in anger before he told them they had a falling out, and he wanted to be away from them for a while. This caught the attention of Seamus, whose mom wasn't that fond of Harry Potter himself. The boys quickly settled in and chatted a bit about the world cup. Seamus was quite angry that the Irish managed failed to catch the snitch, but still, he found it funny how Krum caught the snitch while they were more than 150 points behind, giving the win to Ireland.

While the boys were chatting, Neville Longbottom knocked, and opened the door asking if he could sit with them. Seamus invited him in, not seeing the look on Ron's face. Ron didn't really value Neville, he thought of him little more as a squib and a good gardener. 'Maybe I will hire him out of compassion to do my gardens when I'm winning with the Chudley Cannons.' Neville quickly sat down and took out his toad Trevor, who happily croaked at being released from his tight confines.

"So how was your summer?" Neville asked the other boys. "Pretty good actually!" Dean replied. Starting to tell them how he went to some football matches of West Ham United. Ron looked bored, but Neville hung onto every word that Dean told them. Seamus and Dean quickly dissolved in a discussion about which football team was the best, while Neville looked intrigued and tried to follow both boys as they went into the depths of the game, asking Dean to clarify what a red card was. Suddenly remembering the first game of Quidditch Harry played, he finally started to understand what Dean meant that day. Just that moment Malfoy and his cronies decided to barge in, and demand to know where Potter and the mudblood were. Ron shrugged, saying he didn't know. Malfoy didn't believe him and pulled his wand. "You are friends with them, I'm sure they are around. Maybe they are snogging in the toilet" Malfoy teased. "Get out Malfoy!" Ron screamed, to put more power behind his voice he pointed his wand at Malfoy and screamed "Slugulus Eructo!" Malfoy sidestepped the curse easily. However, Crabbe didn't see it coming and was hit by the sickly green light. He opened his mouth, but instead of words coming out he started to bulge out slugs. Malfoy grabbed Crabbe and Goyle and decided to take his leave.

After closing the compartment, Seamus had a fit of laughter at the sight of Crabbe vomiting slugs. They chatted about it a bit more before turning to other subjects and starting a game of exploding snap. However, Ron was trying to find a way to get Neville out, he didn't need a damn squib in his plans! A few minutes later Neville got up to go to the toilet and Ron immediately grabbed his chances.

"Remember how I told you that I had a fight with Potter and Granger.", Ron began. Both boys nodded, curious as to why Ron brought it up again, and why he spook with their last names. "Well, I've found that Harry is confiding with the enemy! At the world cup, he purposely left us to go have a bit of fun with a slimy snake." Ron told them. "But how is that bad?" Dean said. "Not all people from other houses are bad, and I think that's the same for Slytherin. I even have some friends in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff." He told Ron.

The conversation wasn't going as Ron wanted. He needed to change it to his advantage, or the boys would talk to Harry about it. "But none in Slytherin!" Seamus interjected. "That's true," Dean said, "however, Malfoy makes it quite hard to get to talk to some Slytherins."

"It's not only Malfoy, who is the slimiest snake of them all, but they are all bad," Ron told them. "All Slytherins say the same, and no one speaks up to Malfoy, always agreeing with him," Ron said with a look of disgust on his face. Starting to see where Ron was going with his argument, Seamus and Dean nodded.

"I'm afraid that Potter is becoming one of them, And I need your help to rat him out," Ron said. "But he has always been a Gryffindor," Dean began. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, "No, he hasn't. Remember how he was said to be the Heir of Slytherin in our second year?" Both Seamus and Dean had a look of horror on their face remembering that faithful year. "What if I told you that they may have been right." With that Ron began to explain how Harry was almost sorted into Slytherin by the sorting head, the other boys looked appealed. A determined look appearing on Seamus' face while he said: "Then we have to stop him! Expose him, and throw him there where he belongs." Strengthening his resolve by spitting on the floor. "Then he's nothing more than an ugly snake."

Just at that moment, Neville returned from the restroom, only to be shunned away by Ron again. "Go find your other friends Neville, I'm talking in private here." Neville's shoulders slumped, "Can I leave my trunk here? " He asked the boys, after receiving an affirmative nod he grabbed his robes, pulling them over his head before leaving.

After Seamus had locked the door, Ron started to explain his plans to his new best friends. How he wanted to confront Potter in the common room. He, however, kept the information about Sirius Black being Potters godfather for himself. It was always handy to keep your cards close to your chest he mused. Seamus wholeheartedly agreed with Ron's idea, while Dean looked thoughtful but nodded his consent in the end.

Hogwarts Express, the corridor just outside Ron's compartment.

Neville sat down next to the door. A few minutes ago he had been rudely evicted from the compartment he shared with Ron, Dean, and Seamus. After he had sat down next to the door, he heard what the other boys were discussing. He was appalled, but also wondered if they could be right. Was Harry truly a Gryffindor or perhaps the others was right? After hearing them plot, he decided to confront Harry and learn the truth.

Neville walks into the next carriage, only to find that Harry was lounging in the hall, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hi Neville," Harry greeted, "how was your summer?".

"It was good," Neville replied. And told Harry how he finally managed his grandmother to reactivate one of the greenhouses that were scattered on the grounds surrounding Longbottom manor. He was proud that he could get a rare plant from his uncle's greenhouse. "But Neville, who will care for your plants when you are Hogwarts?" Harry asked him, at wich Neville smiled. "Our house elves do a lot, and my uncle has agreed to frequently take a look and take care of the plants."

'If Harry is a Slytherin, he is awfully nice for one.' Neville thought to himself, remembering the horrors he had to endure at the hands of Malfoy, how embarrassed he felt at being booed at in potions. His hands shook, remembering how Professor Snape allowed the booing, but actually even promoted it by snapping at him about how poorly brewed his potions were.

"Harry?" Neville began to ask before he turned and looked at the floor. Harry was surprised by Neville behavior, "Yes Neville, what is it?" he asked in a friendly tone. Neville trembled, before replying in a stuttering voice "What happened between you and Ron? The last time we saw each other, you were still best mates, and now he talks about you as if you were the enemy."

Harry felt his temper rising, 'that idiot! Why can't he keep silent for once!' he mentally exclaimed. Harry took a few moments trying to control his temper before replying to Neville. "Neville, you know what happened at the world cup?" Neville's face paled, but he nodded. "During that night I got separated from Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's. I ran into the forest trying to escape from the turmoil at the campsite. However, I wasn't looking where I was going, I stumbled into a clearing in the forest. There I saw Ms. Greengrass" Harry told him while pointing at the compartment which curtains were currently closed keeping out prying eyes. Harry took a deep breath before continuing his tale. He explained to Neville what happened that night, and how they were both found under the dark mark by her father.

After Harry had told him the whole story, Neville looked shocked. He told Harry what he heard from on while sitting outside their compartment. Harry was growing angry, something that Neville noticed. He was angry at Ron, for plotting against him, angry at Ron for shutting out Neville. At that moment the compartment door opens, and Hermione invited Harry back in. She noticed that Neville was talking with Harry, and greeted him: "Hi Neville, how are you?"

"I'm alright," Neville replied. "Do you mind if I join you guys?" He asked. Harry laughed a bit, well, if you don't mind sitting with two Slytherins, you're welcome." When they entered the compartment, Daphne and Tracey were dressed in their Slytherin robes. The both shot a curious glance and Neville shyly mumbled "Hi Davis, Greengrass." "Longbottom," both girls said, before returning to their conversation. The three Gryffindors slowly chatted amongst themselves and tried to ignore the Slytherin girls. They failed to notice that Daphne was glancing at them, or specifically, was glancing at Harry frequently.

Harry told Neville that he wanted to drop Divination, as he was fed up with Professor Trelawney continuously predicting his dead. Earning him a snigger from everyone in the compartment, the predictions by Trelawney concerning harry's coming demise were well known throughout the castle. Dropping his voice a bit, Harry told Neville about the conversation he had with Bill. How ancient runes looked very interesting. At this Neville looked thoughtful, remembering the chewing out he got from his grandmother after he had chosen Divination as his elective.

"Do you think they will allow me to take ancient runes as well? I think it will be more useful and fun than Divination." Neville said. "If you both work hard to catch up, perhaps they will," Hermione interjected, already having the same conversation earlier that day with Harry. "I still have all my notes from the previous year, if scabbers agrees I will send an owl to my parents and ask them to send them back to me. They can be useful." At this Harry grinned, remembering how through the notes of Hermione were. "That would be great!" He exclaimed, while Neville happily nodded. "I was planning on asking McGonagall about it when we arrive at the castle," Harry concluded while looking through the window, noticing the dark clouds rolling in. "It looks it's going to be awful weather," he said to no one in particular.

In the meantime, Daphne and Tracey were discussing the final weeks of summer. Tracey only read about what happened at the world cup in the paper, being away visiting family in the United States. She was relieved to have received a note from Daphne, telling her that she and her family were safe and that they would talk about it later. Daphne retold her the story of what happened at the world cup, and how her father had reacted…

Flashback: The Greengrass Estate, a few days after the world cup.

Daphne was once again sitting at her favorite spot in the upper drawing room. Relaxing while enjoying the cup of lemon tea that Lugo, a house elf, brought her. She was enjoying the view when suddenly another house elf popped in, taking her out of her thought. "Master told Posjer that he is requiring mistresses presence in his office, immediately." The house elf told her, sounding a bit out of breath. "Thank you Posjer," Daphne softly told the sedate house elf who bowed to her before popping away. 'I'm curious to what father wants,' Daphne thought to herself.

While walking the halls toward her father's office, she couldn't the shake the feeling of trepidation at her pending meeting with her father. She totally adored him, but usually, he didn't call her to his office, preferring to find her and talk with her in a more comfortable, less formal setting. Arriving at the office, she softly knocked. "Enter," was heard from the other side.

Her father shot her a soft smile and gestured to two comfortable armchairs placed in a small recess of the office. "Tea?" he asked her, to which she nodded. "Lugo, tea for me and Daphne please." He called, father and daughter sitting down and enjoying a comfortable silence while waiting for the tea to appear. As the tea appeared on the small table, he moved to pour in two cups for both of them.

Sitting back, a worried look appeared on his face. "How are you feeling Daphne?" he asked.

"I'm good father," Daphne replied while absently stirring her tea.

"Are you really?" Her father said, "I have the feeling something is bothering you, Daphne. Ever since we returned from the world cup. Your mother said to give you time to come to terms with what happened at the world cup." Pausing to take a sip from his tea, he continued: "However, it's been over a week since we returned. And I'm worried, I only see you at mealtimes, and then you are distant, not your usual cheery self."

Daphne just looked at her dad, while sipping her tea. Not really knowing what to say. She knew she had been a bit withdrawn the last week, but not that absentminded?

"Is it Mr. Potter?" Her father asked a mischievous shimmering through his eyes.

"No!" she stammered, while the expression on her father changed to a knowing one. "He looks like a decent young man," he told her. Daphne felt a blush creeping on her cheeks. "However, he seems to lack quite a bit of knowledge about our world." He told her, remembering the faithful night in the forest. "What can you tell me about him?"

At her father's insistence she told him all about Harry Potter that she knew, and fair to say, that wasn't much. When she was done telling her story, her father nodded. "I was afraid that this would happen." He told her. "What do you mean, father?" she asked.

"Well, seeing as he lacks information about the wizarding world, I'm fairly sure he grew up in a muggle home. Looking at the rags he's wearing, probably one where he isn't very loved." Her father said. "Also, I think he Lacks knowledge about his family's position in our world, seeing how he didn't know the proper greetings and looked awed when he heard I was a Lord." A soft smile appeared on his face, remembering Harry's look of awe. "I think he needs to be tutored in his family history, our ways. I'll write him a formal letter of apology, for that, I stunned him. In the same letter, I will suggest that he gets a tutor in our ways. However, I have the feeling the perfect tutor for him is sitting in front of me." He told his daughter, looking at her with a smile tugging at his lips.

End of flashback, The Hogwarts Express

"Your father wants you to tutor Harry?" Tracey asked Daphne in a soft whisper, at which Daphne nodded. "Are you going to do it?", At which Daphne replied "I don't know. I wouldn't mind doing it, it might actually be quite fun. He seems like a nice enough person, not the cloak and dagger type." Daphne told her friend. "However, I'm not sure if I should offer it to him, or wait for him to come to me. I know father suggested me by name in the letter he sent." Tracey nodded at this, "we will talk about this later," she told Daphne, as just a moment before the announcement was made that they would be arriving at Hogsmeade in less than 5 minutes. The group quickly put away all books and things that they took out of their trunk during the trip.

Arriving at Hogsmeade was uneventful, the weather was indeed dark and gloomy, rain continued to pour down on them while thunder roared behind the clouds. The group decided to all share a carriage in an effort to keep as dry as possible to the castle. While riding the carriage a comfortable silence reigned. The only sound they heard when they passed the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars was the thundering rain slamming down on the carriages, and an almost continuous stream of thunder. Harry looked out the window, squinting his eyes trying to see something. Finally, Hogwarts came into view, backlighted by a humungous flash of thunder, giving the castle an early glow.

The group ran towards the entrance hall, tightly clutching their robes, only to be greeted by the sneering face of Malfoy, who apparently was in the carriage in front of them. Malfoy began to open his mouth, but promptly received a water balloon on his head. When the group looked up, they saw Peeves laughing mischievously.

"PEEVES!" Professor's McGonagall 's voice boomed. "Get down here at once!" McGonnagall tried to get closer, but slipped on the wet floor and steadied herself on Harry's and Daphne's shoulders. She grunted, "Excuse me Ms. Greengrass, Mr. Potter". Before straightening her hat and continued her tirade against the poltergeist. "Peeves is doing nothing wrong," the poltergeist said. "They are already wet, a bit of extra rain won't hurt them." He said while laughing. He threw the last of his balloons before floating away.

Professor McGonnagall sighed, before turning to the students who watched the scene in the entrance hall. "Come on, go on in. The sorting will start in a few minutes" she said. "Safe a spot for me," Harry said to Hermione and Neville, before calling back to Professor McGonnagall. "Professor." He began, "Can I ask you something?"

"Mr. Potter, if you make it quick." Professor McGonangall replied. "Well.." Harry said. "I've been thinking this summer, and I want to change my elective courses." This earned him a raised eyebrow of the otherwise stern professor, she told him to continue. "I feel like divination is not my thing, and during the summer I had a few interesting talks with Bill Weasley, who works as a curse breaker at Gringotts about ancient runes. He borrowed me his book. And it's just a lot more interesting than looking at tea leaves!" Harry finally exclaimed. Professor McGonagall smiled softly at him, "This is not the best time to discuss this, why don't you come by my office tomorrow at 7 Am, just before breakfast. Then we talk about it more. I do have to get the first years ready for sorting" she said, gesturing around her, were Harry saw they were the last in the hall. While Harry quickly made his way to the great hall, McGonagall had a thoughtful look on her face, 'maybe he shares some of the academical skill his mother had.'

As Harry darted into the great hall, he looked over at the Slytherin table, seeing Daphne Greengrass chatting with her friends, her blue eyes alight with joy. Then he noticed Malfoy's ruined hair and wet robes, he laughed while he spotted Hermione and Neville, and quickly joined them.

The sorting ceremony was longer than usual, Harry cheered for every Gryffindor that joined the table, but also politely clapped for every other house, including Slytherin. This earning him some dirty looks. However, others joined his clapping. Dumbledore noticed this and a soft smile was found playing around his lips. When the final boy was sorted into Hufflepuff ("Whitby, Kevin"). Dumbledore raised from his chair, and the noise level in the great hall dropped considerably. He welcomed them all back to a new year at Hogwarts. He clapped his hands, and delicious looking food appeared on the table. During the feast Harry, Hermione and Neville talked about the year that was to come. After helping himself to a large serving of treacle tart, Harry was filled.

Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the remains of the feast disappeared, electing sounds of awe from the muggle born students. Dumbledore walked to the lectern and looked into the great hall. "Dear students, another year begins. Before we all retire to our beds and let our full bellies carry us off to sleep, I have a few announcements for you." Dumbledore started. "First, it's my sad duty to inform you that this year we will not be playing the Quidditch house cup." He paused, the great hall erupted in turmoil, several shouts were heard coming from the house tables. Dumbledore waved them down with his hands, before continuing. "It's my pleasure to announce that this year Hogwarts will have the honor of being the host of the Triwizard Tournament." This announcement elected an even higher sounds level, at which Fred loudly exclaimed: "You're Joking!".

Dumbledore laughed, before continuing. "I'm not joking Mr. Weasley, though I've heard an excellent one this summer about a dragon, a sphinx, a werewolf and mermen going for a dance." At this moment Professor Snape snorted, while McGonagall cleared her throat. "Ah well – This may not be the time for it, please ask me about it later Mr. Weasley" at which Fred roared in laughter.

While Dumbledore continued to explain the history of the tournament, Harry turned an ashen color. "Whats wrong?" Hermione whispered. "I got the feeling I'm going to be closer to this tournament than I'd like. Especially considering all the bad luck I had the last years" Harry replied. Ron however, was boosting to all who could hear him, almost the complete great hall, that he would win the Cup and earn a thousand galleons of price money. Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was boosting about him going to be Hogwarts Champignon. This earned him a few sniggers from the higher years, while most of the younger years looked at him expectantly. "He sure thinks he can win, he still has to win from Potter," Tracey said to Daphne, electing a small laugh from her friend. Another older year who sat close to Malfoy said just loud enough for Malfoy and his year mates to hear, "Ahh, then you can Weasley. I heard he almost made you vomit slugs?" A small blush crept on Malfoys face, and he kept silent.

Slytherin common room

The Slytherin students were waiting on their head of house, to give them the traditional welcoming speech, and to welcome the first years to the house. "Greengrass!" Malfoy started. Daphne inwardly sighed, expecting what he was going to say. In response she just raised an eyebrow, "Yes, that's my name." she replied. Earning a few chuckles from those around her. "Why are you consorting with the enemy? Do you fancy a Gryffindor?" he replied. "You know that he's only a half-blood? Not worth your attentions" he started while puffing his breast. Just at that moment, Professor Snape entered, making the discussion fall silent. Malfoy shot Daphne a look conveying that this wasn't over. Professor Snape gave his usual beginning of the year speech, boring most of the older students. A specific warning was sent to keep a unified front outside the common room, some Slytherins looked a bit shameful remembering how they behaved at the feast, calling out on Malfoy. Malfoy just basked at the unspoken support Snape gave him. Snape bade them all a good night and turned to leave the common room, his cloak billowing behind him.

Most students stayed to chat a bit, but Daphne was feeling tired and moved to go to her dorm. Only to be stopped by her sister Astoria. "Daphne, we need to talk." She said. Thrusting a piece of parchment in her hand. "Please be there," Astoria told her before she walked away towards her friends.

Feeling tired, Daphne sat down on the edge of her bed, contemplating the day. She didn't notice that she wasn't alone anymore. "So, you and Potter, eh?" Pansy said, looking a bit smug. "What?" Daphne replied, looking confused. "Come on, you aren't fooling anyone. First sitting together in a compartment, and then also in a carriage?" Pansy teased, trying to get a reaction from Daphne.

"No, I don't like Potter." Daphne lied, "He's to Gryffindorish for me." Pansy sighed, realizing that she wouldn't get a raise out of Daphne, 'Damn, Draco will be angry,' she thought while walking over to her own bed. Looking around the dorm, she saw that her other dorm mates also joined them. Millicent Bulstrode had a thoughtful look on her face, while Tracey looked a bit smug herself. While Sophie Roper just looked tired and was getting ready for bed. The girls chatted a bit about the coming Triwizard Tournament, before calling it a night.

Meanwhile in the Gryffindor common room.

When Harry, Hermione, and Neville arrived at the common room, they found Ron waiting for them. "You don't belong here," he screamed at Harry. "Why not? Let me go through, I just want to sleep." Harry replied in a calm voice, trying to keep his anger in check.

"No way I'm going to sleep with a snake in my room!" Ron all but screamed, his face reddening in anger. Seamus was nodding at what Ron said, "you don't belong here Potter, Ron told me that the sorting had wanted to put you in Slytherin. Go where you belong!" This comment earned gasps from most of the Gryffindor population, now knowing that their famous housemate was originally meant to be down in the dungeons. 'At least I would be closer to her then,' Harry thought to himself.

Gathering his Gryffindor courage, he stood his ground and sent a defiant look at this old friend, softly smiling when Hermione and Neville moved to stand alongside him. Ron hadn't expected this and decided to play his trump card.

Raising his voice, "you know, Potter's godfather is none other than that escaped mass murderer Black!" A girl in the back of crowd screamed in horror, while others starting mumbling with each other. Gathering strength from the reaction of his fellow Gryffindor, he continued: "the same one that tried to kill me last year!" He told them, omitting the fact that Black was looking for Pettigrew and not actually trying to kill Ron. Harry's shoulders slumped in defeat, and he tried to leave.

Hermione, however, stopped him, "Harry, stop. You belong here more than that it." She told him. This was the thing that sends Ron over the edge, causing him to point his wand and started cast his slug bulging curse. Ron failed to remember one of the first lessons in charms, Angry casting often causing stronger effects, but are at the same time harder to aim. As the sickly green light left his wand, he didn't hit Hermione, but a scared first year who immediately started gagging and had trouble with getting rid of the large slugs coming out of his mouth.

Just after the first year was hit, the portrait hole opened revealing a very angry Professor McGonagall, and a sixth year prefect who looked out of breath followed her in. Her voice thundered angrily at the scene in front of them. She pointed at two sixth year students, Ms. Stimpson and Mr. Towler, please bring Ms. MacDonald to the hospital wing.

Ron tried to blend into the crowd but failed miserably. "Mr. Weasley! Where do you think you are going?" She thundered. Ron looked fearful, and mumbled "nowhere."

"Now, if the prefects want to tell me what happened here?" A seventh-year prefect started to speak, and in detail told her what happened, how Ron accused Harry of being a Slytherin."

Professor McGonagall started to fume, "Mr. Weasley, 100 points from Gryffindor for your horrendous acts, and a full month of detentions with me! I'm going to write your mother about this." At this Ron actually looked shameful and had a look of horror on his face, "Please, not my mother!" he pleaded to no avail. Seeing as some students tried to sneak away to their room, she called them down again "No one leaves." She told them in a stern voice that commanded compliance.

McGonagall's voice softened a bit, "Mr. Potter, seeing as you did not draw your want at Mr. Weasley and kept calm during, do you want to sleep in the same dorm as him?" she asked Harry. "No, Professor. I prefer to sleep somewhere else for the night," he told her. "I understand, and I think the same applies to Mr. Longbottom?" she said glancing at both Harry and Neville. Both boys nodded. "Very well then," pressing her lips together, she walked to the back of the common room revealing a door neither boy noticed before. She waved her want in front of it, and the door clicked open.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom." She called them over, and waved them inside, "you can sleep here for this night, I will ask the house elves to move your beds and trunk down here. Give them a few minutes to do their work. "Mipsy, Pencer" she called. Two soft pops were heard, and two house elves appeared. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom will be staying in this room, for at least tonight. Can you quickly clean the room and make sure their beds and trunks are moved down here?" Both elves nodded and quickly got to work. Professor McGonagall asked both boys to followed her back to the common room.

Professor McGonagall moved over to stand in front of the portrait hole and told the house of lions in no uncertain terms that she would not accept such behavior in the future! And looking briefly at Harry, "No matter what the sorting head considered during his sorting, Mr. Potter was sorted into Gryffindor, and he truly is a Gryffindor as shown by him retrieving Griffindor's sword during the second year." She told them with a proud voice. Gasps were heard, as that piece of information was not widely known in the castle. Seeing that her words had the intended effect, she all bade them a good night. "Mr. Potter, I'm expecting you tomorrow at 7 am in my office, " she told Harry before turning on her heels and leaving the common room. When the portrait closed, students started to talk loudly, causing the prefects to utter them all to their dorms. Harry nudged Neville, and both boys quickly walked to their new dorm. After preparing for bed, Harry fell down on his bed and quickly fell into a restless sleep.