Harry Potter: Made in Slytherin (Harry Potter as a Slytherin)

Chapter 8:

Potions Classroom

September 11th, 1995

8:50 a.m.

The next morning, Harry walked into the Potions' classroom for his first class of the day. He was the first one there, having skipped breakfast at the Great Hall for half an hour of extra sleep after he stayed up late last night.

Harry had lingered with Michael for another half-hour before he escorted him back to the common room. He had made sure that the first-year looked as composed and convincingly calm as possible, and though it had taken a lot of time, he'd succeeded. After all, it wouldn't be smart for the kid to walk in wearing his emotions on his sleeve and making himself a target for the whole house.

Once he had made sure that Michael had made it safe to his dormitory, Harry had spent the rest of the night trying to figure out a way to take out Umbridge and remove her from the school as fast as possible.

It all turned out to be useless given everything he knew about the Senior Undersecretary. She had connections all over magical Britain, too many people owed her favours so trying to expose her would be basically impossible - and her job was rock solid, based on what Harry knew of teacher contracts, it was pretty much impossible to force one out until the year was completed. Not only that, but according to Malfoy, Umbridge had plenty of dirt on Fudge as well as other important ministry members that would make it impossible to get her fired from her ministry position. And even if he did manage to get her fired, Harry wasn't sure he could deal with the fallout that would follow when toad-face sought out revenge.

After hours of trying to find ways of kicking her out, he gave up and finally fell asleep around two in the morning. He certainly couldn't do it alone, much to his chagrin, and much to his displeasure he couldn't bring himself to not act against Umbridge, not after what he saw yesterday. So, here he was, willing to swallow his pride and ask Parkinson if she was still willing to work with him.

Harry took his place at the back of the classroom and waited for the place to fill in. He didn't have to wait long, the Gryffindor trio walked in and took their places on the opposite side of the room, completely ignoring him.

It seemed that Longbottom had become much more withdrawn and angry this year, he didn't talk to the other two anymore, and when he did, he was snapping at them. In turn, Weasley became grumpy and just sulked beside his friend, except for the times when Granger managed to convince him to side with her and talk sense to their friend, though that didn't last long given how the red-head would soon go back to brooding. Granger, being the most sensible of the bunch, would always try to help them, but she'd always get turned down and only become more infuriated with the two of them.

The perfect image of the trio was breaking for the whole school to see, and Harry could tell he wasn't the only one who was enjoying it.

Soon after they arrived, the rest of the Slytherins and Gryffindors filled out the room, with Pansy, Blaise, and Theo sitting in his table. Knowing that Snape would still take about five more minutes, Harry took his chance and leaned towards Parkinson.

"Can you talk?"

"I don't think so," she answered absently as she continued writing in the parchment. "I think I lost the ability to speak last night."

"Ha-ha."

"What do you want, Potter?"

"I want in."

"You want in?" Harry nodded. "Then talk to Goyle, he looks like the sort who would be a bouncer to a club after leaving Hogwarts."

"You know what I meant," He replied, unamused.

"I really don't."

Harry sighed, suppressing the urge to groan. "I want to work together and take down Umbridge."

Pansy stopped what she was doing and finally turned towards him. "Why the sudden change of heart?" She asked with suspicion.

"I can't stand the pink," Harry deadpanned.

"Bullshit."

"Bite me, Parkinson. Do you want my help or not?"

Pansy discreetly looked at the other Slytherin table before turning back to him. "You're too late, I'm working with Malfoy."

"Malfoy!?" He hissed.

"Yes!" She all but snarled at him. "You didn't really give me any choice, did you?"

"You know, I thought you had passed your Malfoy phase from third year, but you seem to be as enamoured with him as ever."

"Fuck off, Potter. I asked you to work with me, and you shit all over my idea! Just because you were going to sit by and let Umbridge do whatever she wanted doesn't mean I was going to."

"Fucking perfect," Harry muttered to himself.

"If you really want to do something, you can come back."

"And become Malfoy's lackey?" Harry scoffed. "Over my dead body."

"Suit yourself," she shrugged. "But this is happening with or without your help."

Harry groaned helplessly. He really needed their help, besides, Daphne's plan was a solid one, it would take out all the risk for himself. But he wouldn't go grovelling back to Malfoy.

Before he could say anything else, Pansy and Daphne stood up, almost simultaneously, and walked to Longbottom's table. Harry turned to Draco, who winked at him before looking back at the show that was going down in front of them.

"What do you two want?" Neville growled at the two Slytherins.

"Awww, it's kinda cute how you think we came here for you, isn't it, Pansy?"

"The cutest. You're not the centre of attention, Fatbottom, no matter how much you want to be."

"Piss off," Ron spat.

"After you, weasel." Pansy replied sweetly.

"We're here to talk with the Mudblood, so you two idiots can sit down."

As soon as Daphne said the magic word, the whole Gryffindor side of the classroom exploded. Brown and Patil gasped loudly, Finnegan had to hold Thomas back from pulling out his wand and attacking Pansy and Daphne, and Weasley and Longbottom immediately launched themselves at the two girls, while Granger stared defiantly at them.

"How dare you!"

"You're going to pay for that!"

Harry saw from the corner of his eye that Malfoy was about to make a move towards the Gryffindors, but he decided to beat him to it - springing out of his stool and calmly walking towards them.

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