Harry Potter: Eclipse.

"You have to admit, Harry, it's the mud-muggleborns who are the ones that make it hard to celebrate our traditions. I mean, look at Hogwarts! We have to celebrate Christmas now instead of Yule because they do. Dumbledore wants them to feel comfortable, meaning our lifestyle, our history, is lost because of them. I mean, Merlin, it's illegal to even celebrate Samhain properly now!"

"That's not their fault, it's Dumbledore's. They come into our world and they know nothing. If they were taught, then it wouldn't be so bad. If they were introduced into our lifestyle, our traditions and culture earlier they would integrate and be part of it. And you can't blame them for that ridiculous law - that's, once again, Dumbledore and his influence. He's the one who said all blood magic is evil and Dark, the bloody hypocrite."

"I doubt they would even want to learn," Pansy sneered. She, like Draco, had grown up celebrating the Olde holidays in secret with her family and hated having to hide their traditions and culture - having to act like it is wrong.

"They're not even given a chance to. There used to be classes, but now they have nothing," Harry argued.

"You're right," Blaise said. He had been listening to them argue and he could admit that Harry had some valid points.

Draco looked at his best friend, surprised that Blaise agreed. Although his family was Neutral, Blaise himself was rather Dark. He had grown up like Draco and Pansy, celebrating the Olde ways, so Draco was surprised at his friend.

"Thank you. We shouldn't condemn them just because they don't know better. They're taught nothing about our world apart from what they learn here or in books. Books which, might I add, are not easy to find or exactly clear. Most of you have all been raised in similar ways. You've been brought up with magic, celebrating the Pagan holidays, knowing our history. Muggleborns and muggle-raised don't have that. Everything is new and it's people like Dumbledore who pander to them and refuse to teach them our traditions and holidays that make it so they never learn, make it so our world slowly loses its rich culture. It's those stupid laws making it illegal for us to properly celebrate that are the problem."

"I've never thought of it like that," Susan said, looking shocked.

"That's why the Weasleys are blood traitors. They turn their back on our traditions."

Harry couldn't argue with that. "They do and, in my opinion, they shouldn't. We're not muggles." "Precisely," Draco said, looking smug.

"What about suddenly asked.

you,

though?"

Pansy

"What about me?" Harry asked right back.

"You're not ignorant - you act like one of us," Draco pointed out.

"Perhaps that's true - I am muggle-raised. However, unlike them, I have an eidetic memory. Therefore, I was able to remember and learn magical customs, history, and traditions easily. I also spent the entire summer before 1st year in our society, so I was prepared. Many of the other muggleborns and muggle-raised don't have my advantages. I also now live with a pureblood Lord, who is my blood adopted father."

"So you think we should help them muggleborns, I mean - instead of looking down on them?" Draco asked, the word help showing his clear reluctance.

"Yes, they just need to be taught. We shouldn't sacrifice our world for them, they just need to be shown how to embrace it."

The three Slytherins shared a look: Blaise clearly the most willing to see Harry's point of view. Draco, however, did look like he was considering Harry's words. Harry's other friends all looked intrigued, especially with how Hannah and Susan were whispering together. "You've planted the seeds now, my Lord. Soon they will grow and flourish," Luna whispered quietly so only Harry heard.

Harry smiled. Perhaps making Draco see the error in his ways wouldn't be as hard as he had feared.

October 1992, Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry

School

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September quickly turned into October and Harry was soon watching the trees start to change. He found himself happy he had stood up to Lockhart in his first lesson. After serving his detention with Flitwick, which was really just him sitting in the Charms professor's office doing his homework for an hour after dinner, he quickly inspired the rest of the school to question the man's ability and suitability to teach. Owls and howlers had soon started to arrive.

However, today topped it when he caught sight of the headline of the Prophet. Reading, he could feel the smirk forming: Hogwarts: From World-Class to Classless!

"Did you hear? The entire 7th year class is now refusing to go to his lessons. They say they would rather teach themselves," Blaise said as he came to sit down, paper in his hands.

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