(A/N: Wow, sorry to have taken such a break. The Avengers just sort of ran away with me. It still is in all honesty, but then I can only post so quickly and stories are showing up in my head more rapidly than my little fingers can type. Here I am though with the long awaited part 4 of 'Changed Perspectives' and I will go over the warnings with you once again just so that no one can whine at me. We have Slytherin!Harry, Good!Draco, Mentor!Severus, Manipulative!Dumbledore, Ravenclaw!Twins, Ravenclaw!Hermione, Hufflepuff!Neville and there is slight Ron bashing though by the end of this installment that will begin to die down. Anyway I think that is all except to say that I don't own Harry Potter. On with the show!)

Changed Perspectives 4: Homework, Brooms, and Halloween Havoc: Part 1

They were all ready to experience their first weekend of being official Hogwarts students together. Everyone was excited; it could be felt in the chatter that filled the halls and the general mood of the Common Rooms. Even Harry Potter, normally exhausted and required to avoid excitement was bursting with an unusual amount of energy. Of course that was probably more to do with the potion that Madam Pomfrey had given him after classes the day before, but he could pretend otherwise.

True he had spent most of the night wrapped in blankets and Draco's arms to stay warm, but once he had managed to eat dinner he had felt endlessly better. Draco hadn't let him use any of that energy on homework but had settled for letting Harry do some recreational writing. Apparently there was a story that he had started well before receiving his Hogwarts letter, about what it would be like to go to a muggle school for the rest of his school career. Draco found it quite interesting.

Though it was Saturday and all of their meals were served an hour late so that students had the chance to sleep in, Harry and Draco were up and dressed by 6:30 am. They had agreed that they would get an early start on their homework as they had some in nearly every class and had missed working on it the night before.

Both boys were in the Common Room, having taken over one of the smaller loveseats and a table, which they had been forced to drag into line with their seating choice. Their heads were bent over their History of Magic essays, quills scratching away without pause. Harry had been reading History books since he was old enough to understand the words, so it came easily for him. Draco was already ahead of the class by three chapters and for him the toughest part of the homework was keeping the points that he wanted to make confined to the chapter that they were on. Thankfully they both had taken notes and those were laid out on the rest of the table so that they could keep to the most important topics.

"Man, I thought I got up early," Blaise a first year like them, one of the less brutish ones, said too loudly as he flew into an arm chair close to the fire. He was shushed by several members of the higher years that had posted themselves around the room in pairs and trios to work on their homework. Harry figured that they were probably long standing favorite spots and made a point of not to sit in any of them.

"You guys, it's the first week. Why are you wasting a Saturday to do homework? It doesn't make a bit of sense to me. Aren't you at all interested in what's going on with the 3rd floor corridor? No one has talked about the break-in at Gringotts. You're all so frustrating!" Blaise stated, looking right at Harry and Draco, attempting to them to pay attention. But neither boy really cared about the frustration of the other boy.

"Most painful death. Or didn't you hear that part? And the Goblins sort out their own business. So yes, schoolwork Blaise," Harry said, thinking of the meeting that he would have with Professor Snape, his head of house either later that day or on Sunday. He didn't know exactly when the Professor was visiting his family, but he couldn't wait to know what had been found out.

"Spoilsport. You could at least do your homework after breakfast," Blaise responded with a cheeky smile on his lips. Draco rolled his eyes and dropped his quill to his blotter paper, his irritation obvious.

"We are going to be doing our homework after breakfast as well. So that we can spend time with some of our friends in the Library, where it will be quiet," Draco said and demonstrated his school bag by waving it around, showing that it was full of books.

Blaise fell silent, looking embarrassed that the majority of the Common Room seemed to be on Harry and Draco's side about the noise level. The two boys were able to finish their essays in peace. They cleaned up their table, proud of themselves for having completed their first assignment and glad to be free of the weight of the book. They dropped their text books on the shelves and stored their assignments in their desks.

By then it was just about breakfast time so they took their bags and raced each other to the Great Hall. Harry was laughing madly at the odd feeling of energy flowing through him and actually letting him run. The other kids at their table grinned brightly in response, they had very quickly gotten used to Harry and his lack of energy. Some of them, the ones that had been enlisted to levitate Harry back to the dorms, even clapped the First Year on the back.

"Calm down everyone or Potter will waste all of that energy, and then he won't have any for Monday," advised Markus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin House Quidditch team. Harry and Draco both looked up, confused by the comment. The Captain didn't seem to notice.

"What's Monday?" Harry asked at last, figuring that Markus wouldn't volunteer the information. Harry was assembling a stack of waffles and dousing them in melted butter and syrup, the syrup just happened to get all over his customary pile of sausage and bacon and some of the butter landed on his eggs. He was already through his goblet of milk and poured himself some coffee. No one was shocked by the way he ate, not anymore at least. If he were to eat lunch however, the entire table might just pause and watch the spectacle, because they knew that a potion and some pumpkin juice were all that he ever had.

"All First Year students have their first flying lesson. I will be assisting Madam Hooch since I am one of the four Captains. Have you ever been on a broom before?" Markus said and Harry's face flamed red at the question.

"I was raised in a Muggle family, so no, never at all. Will that be unusual?" Harry was glad that his voice didn't shake, but he was embarrassed to have to ask the question at all. He had always been self-conscious about the fact that he didn't know everything there was to know about being a normal Wizard.

"No, don't worry. Most parents are too afraid of their kids getting hurt to let them try it before school, because most parents don't know how to teach proper technique. You won't be alone," the older boy assured softly and Harry caught a smile of relief on Draco's lips. It was good to not be alone; he didn't really want to stand out more than he already did.

They finished their breakfast in silence after that and stood to leave. Harry wobbled slightly at the weight of his bag, but regained himself easily. Hermione followed next and then Neville after her. As they left the Great Hall none of them felt the sad gaze of Ron Weasley on their backs.

(A/N: Well I hope that this was okay as a return to this series. I don't know when the next chapter is going to be up but I will try to have it soon. Thanks for reading and please review if you would.)