Welcome to Gaia! ::

Prologue

Zim was not as stupid as everyone thought. He knew no one thought he could properly invade. He knew he was breaching his banishment by going back to join the invasion plans in the first place. But he wanted out of Food Cortia. Frying things wasn’t fun and he wanted to be free. All he wanted was some technology to leave with. If he had tried for real he could have taken over Earth in a matter of days. But he didn’t want to. What he wanted was to be free and Earth was his home from the moment he landed there.

As Zim made his way to his new planet he thought of all the new things he could do with this new start. All the way GIR sang the ‘Free Song’ which was worse than Britney Spears’ ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’.

When he arrived he scoured the planet and found the basic structure of the human body, but because it was dark he couldn’t tell what colors they were. He then set up his house along with his and GIR’s disguises. He found the internet and search engines. He went to an online dictionary and typed in ‘alien’ to help with his research. He found the definition amusing and decided to use it. Then after doing a bit more searching online he went to bed. He wanted to know stuff about the planet to fit in.

Chapter 2

They went to school the next day where they sat mostly in comfortable silence. Mrs. Bitters rambled about how ants would take over the planet that day. It was boring and pointless all at the same time.

When the walked back to Zim’s house they remembered Dumbledore would be there for their answers. They ran the second half of the way there. They raced the last block to see who could get to the door first. Dib grabbed the handle two seconds before Zim reached for it and thus grabbing Dib’s hand. They smile and kissed quickly before opening the door seeing the old man sitting on the couch reading the same magazine again.

This time he acknowledged them when they walked in, putting the magazine down. “Have you made your decision yet?” he asked politely.

They both nodded. “We’ll go.” They said together.

The Headmaster beamed. “Excellent! Shall we go to Diagon Alley now to get your school supplies?” The boys nodded. “Grab on, all together now” he instructed, holding out a shoelace. They did so and a tugging at their navels began and ended as soon as it started and they were standing in a run down looking pub.

They looked around the dingy place trying to figure out how they could buy anything but beer in this place and maybe some food. Dumbledore walked towards the back and they followed, aggravated at being kept in the dark, as he tapped a brick and the archway opened. He turned back and gave them their lists and small bags.

“These are you supply lists and money to buy them. There are seven silver Sickles to a gold Galleon and 5 Knuts to a Sickle. Use your money wisely.” (I’m not sure if this is correct, I don’t have access to my copy of the Sorcerer’s Stone since I can’t get to it, deal with my interpretation.) And with that he was gone, leaving them to try desperately to find what they need without, as he thought, any assistance.

“Backpack, give me the map.” Zim said. Out popped an arm from his pack with a paper at the end.

“Where did you get that?” Dib asked, having realized what the headmaster was doing was making them dependant on him.

“The Hogwarts site has a map since this is where most people get supplies.” Zim shrugged. They went first to Flourish and Blots to get their books. When they paid they realized that most of the coins in each of their bags were gold.

They got their potions things, quills, parchment, ink, and then stopped to get ice cream.

“So what else do we have on the list?” asked Dib.

Zim looked at the list again. “We need wands. Then it says we can get an owl, cat or rat. Or for that matter any other pet but that those are the most popular.” He looked up and they were off to Olivander’s.

“Ah hello sirs, one moment please. I’m with another customer.” They noticed a small boy who couldn’t have been older than they were. From where they were standing all they could see of him was his messy black hair.

The boy turned around to look at the new people and was shocked to see a pale boy and a green one. “Hi” he said timidly.

“Hello, I’m Zim, who are you?” The man stared at him as though he should already know the boy’s name for some reason, then he walked off.

“I’m Harry, who are you?” he asked Dib.

“I’m Dib Membrane. Are you going to Hogwarts too?”

“Yeah, do you know about the houses? Some boy was talking to me about them but I didn’t understand.” He sighed at the great loss of knowing what was going on in the world he was being thrust into.

“Um, there are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Gryffindors are supposed to be brave and noble and stupid. Hufflpuffs are leftover timid people who didn’t get into any of the other houses. Ravenclaws are studious know-it-alls and Slytherins are the cunning and though slightly untrusting at first fiercely loyal.” Zim told him.

“Oh, the boy said he was going to be in Slytherin. They sound good. Where will you two be?”

“Slytherin” replied Dib.

“Slytherin” said Zim.

The man had gone in the back to get a certain wand while they were talking but he now came back with one held out almost reverently.

Harry picked up the wand and glowed.

“Curious, very curious” he muttered.

“Excuse me but what’s curious?”

“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold Mister Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in you wand gave another. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand, when its brother gave you that scar.” He punctuated his point by jabbing at the scar he had mentioned.

“You do know that poking random people is considered rude?” Zim commented idly.

Olivander was startled. No one had dared to correct him in ages. And then some small green boy makes friends with Harry Potter and thinks he has the right. He didn’t think so. He would put him in his place before selling him a wand. He would need to keep tabs on these people using the overseeing spells he placed on the wands he sold.

“Young man, if you have a problem with the way I treat my customers perhaps you shouldn’t be one of them.” He threatened icily. He was the best wand maker in all of Europe and he knew it. Everybody who was anybody had one of his wands.

“Fine, Dib we’ll just use the instructions off the school site to make our own. We’re supposed to use our own blood to make the want work only for us instead of these cheap things. They may be fine-tune-able but they aren’t as precise as blood.” Zim said calmly.

Harry turned to the boy. “These really aren’t as good as if you make them yourself?” he asked surprised. Hagrid had told him that this was the best place to get a wand in all of Europe.

“No they aren’t. Aside from that, he places ‘discreet’ spells that tell him what spells are used by each wand and thinks no one will notice.” Zim informed the boy.

Olivander was appalled. No one had figured that out; not even the Dark Lord. Add to that he just knew he was going to loose the ability to spy on the Potter boy now. They would pay. He would tell Lord Voldemort about this.

“Um, can I come with you to make my own wand? I don’t think I want someone to see what I do all the time.” Harry asked timidly.

“Sure thing” answered Dib. They all walked out and Harry had put the wand that had made him glow back on the counter.

They walked to the animal emporium just as a huge man was walking out with a snowy own in a cage.

“Harry, I got yer birthday present here.” He held out the cage or Harry to take.

“Thanks Hagrid but you didn’t have to get me a birthday present.” Harry reverently took the owl. This was the first birthday present he’d ever gotten that hadn’t been extra chores or beatings.

“Codswolop.” Hagrid told him. “T’was yer birthday and ye deserved a present. And who are these two fellows?” He asked politely but warily. After all, one of them was green.

“Hagrid, this is Zim” he motioned to Zim “and this is Dib.” He motioned to Dib. “Guys, this is Hargid. I met Zim and Dib in Olivander’s Wand Shop. We’re going to make our own wands since he puts tracking spells on his wands and they aren’t strong.”

Hagrid looked startled. “Harry are ye sure it’s wise to be makin’ yer own wands. Ye got to know how and even then it’s hard.”

“Don’t worry Hagrid; I know how to make wands. I’ve got the directions at home. We were going to get some pets before we went to my house to make them.” Zim told the gigantic man. Hagrid looked at his worriedly. He wasn’t sure what to make of the green kid; he seemed nice enough though and one could never be too careful with You-Know-Who running around. Harry would be safe with this boy; he had a feeling in his gut that he could trust him.

“If you’re sure Harry; but be careful. Nobody wants to see you hurt.” Hagrid walked away swinging the pink umbrella he had in hand the whole way back to the dingy pub. The boys went into the store and saw every animal imaginable. Snakes, birds, bugs, rats, cats, dogs, and other un-namable creatures littered the place.

Zim walked over to a snake display and began conversing with them. It was common for Irkens to have the natural ability to speak reptilian languages.

Hi, I’m Zim, who are you?

I am called Taranius. How is it you speak to me?

My species can talk to yours easily. It’s a natural occurrence.

Hey what are you two talking about over there? came from Harry.

Just simple introductions. Where’s Dib?

Right behind you. Hands came up to cover Zim’s eyes after Dib answered his question. Dib and his sister were able to both speak to serpents due to their father’s genetic experiments on their bodies. Dib had been the first so he could talk to them but Gaz’s experiment was more refined and she could turn into a snake.

Everyone in the store was staring at them all strangely. It was as though they were speaking a different language and though Zim knew that it seemed as though Harry hadn’t.

“Can’t you humans talk snake?” he spat. Everyone was still too shocked to speak but a few shook their heads negatively. “Can anyone?” Again they shock their heads. “Cool, then we have our own secret language.” Zim quipped.

The others laughed and Zim bought the snake from a still staring clerk. As he left his parting words were: “It’s rude to stare you know.”

When they came out they went to the pub and pondered how to get home when GIR popped out of his pack.

“Master! I hid! I hid! Ooh, can I hug him too?” without waiting for any kind of answer or reaction he slung onto Harry, clinging desperately. Harry automatically responded, wrapping his arms around the thing to keep it from pulling him down.

“GIR, get off of him right now.”

”Yes, my master.” GIR hopped down and saluted Zim, his eyes briefly turning red before quickly turning blue again. He went quickly to Dib and hugged him.

Dib hugged him back. “Hey GIR, do you think you could find a way to bring us all back to Zim’s house?”

“Yay, company! I can summon the pig!” A red blinking dot appeared on GIR’s antennae. Two minutes later a flying pig appeared in the air. Dib looked to Zim for some kind of explanation.

“He liked the pig and wouldn’t redecorate the ship any other way.” Zim shrugged. Harry stared wide eyed at the pig and the robot. Zim snapped his fingers in front of his face bringing him back to the present as the latch opened at the top of the pig and it lowered so they could all get in.

They rode to Zim’s and they each snapped branches off the trees in his front yard. Zim gathered incense and thin long bowls to soak the wands in from a nearby store while Dib and Harry gathered flowers and other things that could be used to make wands. Finally Zim came back and took three scales from Taranius to help and put in the potion. Luckily the potion needed to make the wand wasn’t that complicated and didn’t need any of their potions ingredients, just things found in the house and outside the house.

Zim put the gathered flower roots in the boiling water and waited until he could smell it before he put the ashes of the burnt incense in it too. When everything was boiling he put the concoction into the bowls, each adding a few drops of their blood. He put the wands in the bowls and let them soak.

That night they would have to let the wands lay outside in the moonlight but it was still 4:30 so they hung out inside.

“So Harry, when did you find out?” asked Dib.

“About two hours before I went to Diagon Alley. I kept getting letters but my uncle burned them until Hagrid came for me. Uncle Vernon thinks I’m a freak and didn’t want me to go to school. I don’t know how I’m going to get to the train to go there.” Harry sighed in defeat.

Dib and Zim shared a look. “You could stay here if you need. There’s always room for more. Dib stays here and so can you.” Zim said firmly.

“Are you sure?” Harry seemed reluctant to impose.

“Of course. We’re friends aren’t we? And friends help one another out.” Dib reassured him.

Suddenly they were all in a giant hug. Zim’s hand found its way to Dib’s a**. His other hand found its way to Harry’s neck. Dib’s hands did much the same thing except his hands found Zim’s neck and around Harry’s waist.

Harry was overwhelmed. These people were helping him and touching him. He didn’t mind one bit but the last time that had happened his uncle’s friends had touched him in places he didn’t want them too.

He started to hyperventilate. Dib and Zim pulled back looking at Harry worriedly. Harry was now curling in upon himself, rocking back and forth.

“Zim what’s wrong with him?” Dib was becoming frantic.

“I don’t know. I think we scared him. Do you know how to get him back to normal?”

“No, maybe we can talk him through it.” They went to the ground and each touched a shoulder. Harry wrenched back whimpering.

Dib realized what had happened to Harry. He had been raped and was having a relapse!

“No, stop, I’ll be good. I promise. Please.” Harry whispered to himself.

“Shh, Harry. It’s all over. We won’t hurt you. Nothing will hurt you here. Calm down.” Dib cooed. After twenty minutes he finally calmed down enough to realize he wasn’t at the Dursley’s anymore but at Zim’s house.

He looked up to Zim and Dib who both held out arms for him. He fell into them feeling comforted. Sobbing his heart out in his friends’ arms he told them of how his uncle would invite his friends over and take their money and send him in a room with them. They would always try to make him touch them and then they would touch him and he didn’t like it. It had always hurt and then they would touch his butt hole and put things up there and how much it had hurt. How it had felt like something was ripping him apart from the inside. How his uncle had told him to take it and shut up; that he had to earn his keep and it was punishment for being bad.

Dib rubbed his hands up and down Harry’s arms and he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as he did so. Zim petted his hair like one would to a scared puppy. It worked and Harry was soon fast asleep.

“Zim, we can’t send him back there. It’s too horrible. We have to keep him here.”

“Yeah, we’ll all stay here.”

“But Zim, what about my Dad and Gaz? Won’t they say no?”

”I don’t care. They’re as nice his uncle and you know it. You’re staying here and that’s final. Now I want you to go home and pack your things.” Dib did as he was told and was back forty minutes later and sadly his family hadn’t even noticed his arrival or departure. Zim had laid Harry on the couch and put a blanket over him.

“What are we going to do about his things?” Dib asked.

“We’ll talk to him about it when he wakes up. For now he needs sleep. We should let him.” By now it was nightfall and Zim put the bowls with their wands in the window sill to soak up the moonlight and fresh air, if it could be called fresh with all the pollutants on this planet but still.

Zim went over to Harry and picked him up gently so not to wake him and brought him to his king size bed. He laid Harry in the middle and he and Dib changed into their PJs, snuggling around Harry.

A/N: Anyone who wants to make some fanart for this is welcome, I've tried so hard to do it myself but it never turns out right.

Chapter 4

When they got to the next station they all saw Hagrid looming over a bunch of scared first years.

“Firs’ years, o’er ‘ere!” He thundered out. Dib, Harry and Zim parted ways from the twins towards the half giant.

As they climbed into the small boat Hagrid called out to them. “All righ’ there ‘Arry?” Ye ‘ave fun a’ that kid’s ‘ouse?” Harry nodded to both questions. The boat ride was rather uneventful with the exception of a boy’s toad running away from him. Harry got to sit next to Draco in the rather cramped boat. Not that he was complaining. The boy was rather nice and good looking. Then they were in front of the castle.

“I got the firs’ years righ’ ‘ere Professor McGonagall.”

“Thank you Hagrid” said a stern looking witch with a large pointed hat. She had thin lips that looked perfect for glaring at people. “You will wait here until called for so you may be sorted by name.” And with that she left.

“I heard you have to fight a troll to be sorted.”

“I heard you have to stand on you head and however long you can stay that way is what determines which house you’re in.”

Many people were speculating about how they would be sorted. Zim snorted. Dib, Draco and Harry gathered around him.

“You get sorted by putting on a sentient hat. It reads your mind and tells you where to go.” Draco told his friends in a whisper, not wanting the idiots to finish their amusing speculations. Just then McGonagall came in.

“Come with me please.” She said shortly. Everyone followed her into a giant dinning room. Up at the front was a stool with a frayed black hat. As soon as everyone was in the Hall the hat started singing about the founders of the school. Zim had told Dib and Harry and Draco already knew so they didn’t pay any attention. (I know I didn’t write in the song but as previously mentioned, I don’t have access to the book.)

Then it was time for the sorting.

“Abbott, Hannah” A girl with ragged brown hair walked up and put on the hat.

“GRYFINDORE” the hat bellowed out. And so it went.

“Irken, Zim” Zim walked up with the whole school staring. Whispers were flying about the new green kid. Zim put on the hat.

*Ah, the alien. Dumbledore told me you would be coming.

*I don’t care; just put me in Slytherin already.

*Testy aren’t you? Well maybe I should put you somewhere else.

*You do and I’ll burn you.

*All right-y then.* the hat replied nervously.

“SLYTHERIN!”

Zim got up from the stool and walked over to the only cheering table. On it went; Draco was sorted into Slytherin and so was Dib. Then it was Harry’s turn.

“Oh my God! Did she say Potter? The Boy-Who-Lived? He’s here? Wow!” That was how the whispers went, making Harry feel very uncomfortable. He put on the hat.

*Ah Mr. Potter. I wondered when you would get here.

*…That’s nice, I suppose.

*Hmm, you have a very interesting mind here Mr. Potter. Plenty of courage, brains, loyalty and cunning. You would do well in any house.

*Can I go to Slytherin please?

*Want to be with you friends, huh?

*Yes please.

“SLYTHERIN!” The Great Hall was silent as Harry went over to sit with his friends. Ronald Weasley stood abruptly.

“He’s evil! I knew it! The great Harry Potter is a Death Eater Sympathizer!” He yelled. The whole crown gasped. The Slytherin’s snickered. Dumbledore stood up.

“SILENCE!” he yelled. “You will all remember that we are in a school. I do not want to see anyone mistreating Mr. Potter even though he isa Slytherin.” He said in a voice that clearly stated he didn’t want to have said that.

“Now, we have a couple of students who wish to be resorted this year. Will Fred and George please come forward?” Fred and George walked up to the shocked faces of everyone. Fred put the hat on first.

It certainly took you long enough to realize I was right.

*Our parents would have killed us. Now we don’t care, we secretly emancipated ourselves.

*Clever twins, aren’t you?

*Thank you.

*Would you like to go where you were supposed to in the beginning now?

*Please.

“SLYTHERIN!”

The hall was once again silent before being interrupted by Ron.

“Mum’s going to disown you!” Fred sneered at his brother before joining the Slytherins.

George went up next and no one noticed Dumbledore’s eyes getting a cold, calculating glint in them.

It didn’t take the hat long to reach the same decision with George as it had with Fred.

“SLYTHERIN!”

George walked over to his twin and turned to Ron who was still gaping like a fish. Apparently he was too shocked still to yell yet.

“Oh Roniekins. Mom can’t disown us, we’re emancipated.” George called out and with that he sat down.

The dinner at their table was very amiable while at every other table conversation was strained, at the Gryffindor table the most since Ron was now seething and boiling with anger. At the end they were lead by Professor Snape to their dormitories in the dungeons.

“I will not tolerate any loss of points, or any referrals. If you are caught at anything you are on your own. You are encouraged to help one another out to avoid being caught. If I catch you I will let you off but if others are present I will go easy on you. Stick together, the rest of the school is against you. It would be beneficial if you stuck up for one another. Welcome to Slytherin.” And with that speech over and done with, Snape left.

They all walked up to the boy’s dormitories, leaving Fred and George to lay out prank candies for the younger children. Upstairs there were four King sized, black draped beds. They each climbed into their own bed to fall asleep after the long day.

Harry woke in the middle of the night that night. It was too late to just stay up until the morning; he would have to get back to sleep. But with the dream he had had he wouldn’t be able to any time soon. It had been about some weird man with a turban and a face in the back of his head trying to grab him. In the background he had seen the headmaster watching and laughing.

“Harry what’s wrong?” Draco had woken after hearing Harry rustle about in his bed.

“Nothing Draco. I just had a bad dream.”

“Talking usually helps you get back to sleep. Do you want me to listen?” Draco offered.

“That’s alright, I’ll manage.” Draco sighed. He knew first hand that if you didn’t deal with a problem it just got bigger. Then again, when forced to deal with something, people didn’t usually like the results.

What Harry wanted to do was curl up in bed like the night before when he slept with Dib and Zim. But he didn’t want to wake them nor did he know what to say if he did. Sleeping with Draco would be kind of awkward. He thought Draco was cute and what if he got that feeling in his tummy like when he was watching Dib and Zim kiss? Draco was too cool to be gay or even bi. Harry knew to not bother Draco with his tiny crush.

With that thought in his head, Harry rolled over in his bed to convince Draco he was asleep which he really wasn’t. He never got back to sleep that night and when the day came he was running low on energy. He would need a lot of food to keep up all day.

That night Dumbledore was in his office thinking. Zim, Dib and Harry were all in Slytherin with Draco Malfoy. This would make his job very difficult. He needed the boy on his side. He would be far too powerful to not be under his thumb. He obviously couldn’t manipulate him as much as he had with Riddle but maybe he didn’t need to. Maybe he just needed to put the boy in danger and save him. That could work. He just needed to control the boy for a little while; then he could kill him. But what could he do?

He could always use Quirell as a way to get the boy. He knew the man had Riddle residing with him, how could he not? He knew Riddle inside and out. If he were anywhere near, he would know.

But for now, he would make nice with Harry. Get him on his good side.

He would make their room better; give them a bigger bath, something. And while he was doing that, he could egg Quirell to move quicker in his plans in such a way that no one would even notice. Not even Quirell himself.

Then there was the whole resorting issue to be dealt with.

Then he realized the answer to all his problems. He would make up a prophecy using that fraud Trelawney. She never remembered any of her real prophecies. So of coarse he could fudge a memory to show the boys and gain their trust. It was perfect. Now all he had to do was figure out what it would say…

As for the twins emancipating themselves; he could always use that as an excuse to get them closer to himself. He could *let* them join the order now that they were legalized. Oh, the possibilities. He could convince Molly to let them be and gain their trust. He had already used all of the woman’s money. But her children had that gag shop idea going for them and they would earn lots of money that way. He could use that money too.

But for now he would make sure Harry was paired with the Gryffindors in all of his classes possible. Hopefully their ‘goodness’ and ‘loyalty’ would rub off on him. If not, he would think of that later.

~First Year’s Dormitories~

Harry was awake when everyone else woke up. Since he was used to not sleeping at all thanks to the Dursleys he hid it well from everyone. Except Draco knew. He remembered that Harry had woken in the middle of the night and now he was the first ‘awake’. That couldn’t be a coincidence. He would have to ask Harry about that later. But first they all had to get breakfast and go to class.

Everyone put on their new clothes under their robes. They walked down the hall and bumped into a Ravenclaw girl. Her name was Herm… something Granger. She was muggle born.

“Oh I’m terribly sorry, I shouldn’t have been reading and walking at the same time.” She dusted herself off quickly.

“At least you realized your mistake. A Gryffindor would probably have done something stupid like say it was one person’s fault. It was both out fault for not noticing where we were going.” Zim held out his hand to her. She shook it and they all walked into the Great Hall where Granger went to her table and they went to theirs.

Fred and George were already eating and Weasley was shoveling food into his face. Harry couldn’t imagine how it all fit. Not that he cared anyway. He sat down next to Draco and across from Dib and Zim. Breakfast was simple eggs and bacon and toast for most of them. Fred and George ate what looked like as much as Weasley did but they had table manners.

As they ate the teachers passed out papers holding their schedules. Their fist class was Potions with Professor Snape.

Dumbledore stood as everyone was finishing their meals and getting ready to head to class. “Please remember that though this is the first day and the rules are lax, fighting is against the rules and you will be punished accordingly. If anyone is *caught*, they will be suspended. That is all.” And everyone left to go to class.

~Potions Class~

Harry and Draco sat next to each other in the second to last row of Potion’s Class while Zim and Dib sat at the table behind them. They had almost all of their classes with the Gryffindors this year.

Snape burst into the classroom and glared at the Gryffindor side.

“This class is not for those of low intellect. There will be no foolish wand waving in this class.” He turned around to the board and waved his wand before notes appeared. “Well, what are you all waiting for? Get to it.” The class scrambled to pull out parchment and write down everything.

Two minutes later Ron and some Irish boy came loudly in the room, banging the door open behind them rudely. Snape turned to them with and even darker scowl on his face than when he first entered the class.

“What do you two mean by interrupting my class?” he snapped. The two had the grace to look sheepish.

“We didn’t mean to be late sir, but-”

“Silence!” Snape interjected before they could give an excuse. “10 points from Gryffindor each for being late.”

“But sir-” Ron started.

“Another 20 points for arguing with a teacher. Get to your seat and write down the notes.” Reluctantly they went to the only seats in the front row of the class to the obvious laughter of the Sytherins. They were too embarrassed to notice that Zim was looking at them with interest. Dib though, wasn’t.

Harry and Draco were busy laughing at the late idiots and didn’t notice Dib and Zim’s exchange. After a minute everyone was back to writing notes.

Draco turned to Harry at the end of class while everyone was filing out of the classroom.

“Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?” Harry turned to Draco with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. He sighed.

“Sure Draco, where do you want to talk?” He knew what Draco wanted to talk about, and he didn’t want to have to talk about it.

“How about in the library tonight? We can say we’re doing homework or something.” Draco suggested. Harry simply nodded and they went off to their next class: Transfigurations.

They all walked into class and sat in the same area as they had in the last class. Once again Ron and Seamus were late. A gray tabby cat sat on the teacher’s desk while everyone got seated.

Ten minutes after class started Ron and Seamus burst in.

“Lucky the teacher isn’t here, eh?” Ron said after looking around.

“Yeah, I can just imagine her-” The tabby leapt off the desk right in front of the boys, transforming into teacher.

“You can just imagine me what, Mr. Finnegan?” She asked sternly.

“That was bloody awesome.”

“Thank you Mr. Weasley. Perhaps I should turn either you or Mr. Finnegan into a pocket watch so you won’t be late to my class again.”

“We’re sorry, ma’am, we got lost.” Seamus apologized.

“Then perhaps a map. I trust you don’t need one to get to your seats?”

“No ma’am.” They ended up in the two seats three rows from the front with the whole class giggling at them.

“Come with me to the library for lunch? I want to learn some things about self defense and prank spells.” He nodded.

Harry was staring out into space while Draco was studying him. Something was eating at Harry and he needed help. Draco didn’t want his new friend to suffer. He would do his best to help Harry; he just hoped he could keep his new feelings a secret. Harry was going through something and he didn’t need someone he wasn’t interested in flirting with him.

The class was spent learning how to turn matches into needles. While productive, it was also useless. Zim noticed this. Why would people go to a school to be taught how to turn matches into needles? Weren’t there more useful ways to use magic? On the other hand, it was the first day and they probable had to learn the basics before they learned anything good. But he was still going to the library during lunch to look up better spells.

Class ended and everyone was spilling out. Harry, Draco and Dib were walking towards the Great Hall for lunch and noticed Zim walking in the other direction.

“Hey Zim! Where are you going?” Draco called out.

“To the library. I’m going to learn something useful from this school. Don’t worry; I don’t need to eat like humans. I’ll check out some books for us to learn from.” And with that, Zim was out of site.

“Hey Harry, Draco?”

“Yes Dib?” asked Draco.

“Do you mind if I go with him? I just want to get more books you know?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Harry shrugged, Draco waved as Drib hurried after Zim. As Harry was walking back to the Hall Draco grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.

“What is it Draco?” Harry asked hopefully. He knew Draco wanted to talk now, when they wouldn’t have to come up with excuses. He just wanted to put it off as long as possible.

“Can we go back to the dorm for lunch, I have some snacks if you want but I would really like to talk now. Please?” Harry knew he couldn’t say no to Draco. He would talk if Draco wanted, but he didn’t have to like it.

They walked back to the dorm in silence, only broken when Draco said the password to the Common Room. They walked up to their dorms and sat on their respective beds.

“Please talk to me Harry. I want to help.” Draco pleaded.

“About what, Draco? About how I grew up knowing I was a freak, only to find out it’s true? About how I grew up knowing my parents died in a car crash, only to find out that’s not true? They were killed by a mass murdering madman I killed at one and I’m worshiped for and I don’t remember a damn thing. What do you want to talk about Draco?” Harry couldn’t help it. It had been bubbling up inside of him since Hagrid gave him his letter.

Draco got up from his bed and went over to Harry and gave him a one armed hug. Harry collapsed gratefully into him enjoying the feel of arms around him. Draco was having similar thoughts. Both thought the other would be unreceptive to their advances.

“Harry, you’re not a freak. Your family lied to you about your parents. Is it so hard to believe they wouldn’t lie about being a freak?” Harry sniffled. He knew the Dursley’s lied about a lot of things, but he just couldn’t wrap his mind around not being a freak. It was just a part of who he was brought up as. He was the freak no one would ever love. The freak no one wanted.

“Harry, what was your dream about?” Harry stiffened against Draco. It was silly but the dream had felt weird to him. Like it would really happen to him or something. He had to be imagining it.

“It was nothing.” He mumbled. Draco lifted his chin.

”It must be something for you to be so worked up about. Please tell me.”

“I was fighting some guy in a turban with Dumbledore laughing at me. I’m just being paranoid. I told you it was nothing.”

“Not necessarily. You might have had a vision. It’s not too uncommon. Even Non-Seers have them. The difference is, when a Seer Sees something, it’s certain, when someone else Sees something, we can change it. Don’t worry Harry, I’ll protect you.” Draco squeezed his shoulder.

Harry buried his head into Draco’s chest. “Thank you Draco.” He whispered. Draco leaned his cheek against the top of Harry’s head happily. They sat like that for what seemed like forever, but was really just 40 minutes, before Draco realized they had to go to their next class.

“Harry, we have to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Come on.” Draco got up and held out his hand to Harry. Harry gratefully took the offered and pulled himself up. They walked to DADA and sat down with Zim and Dib after quickly scarffing down a few snacks. Everyone was in their seats when class started except the teacher.

A/N: Enjoy, please review!

Chapter 6

*la la la* = in Quirell’s head
la la la = Parcel tongue
‘la la la’ = Thinking (I don’t know if Ill use it in this chapter but it’s good to know these things huh?)

“We have considered your proposal and are willing to negotiate.” An imperious Zim stated to Quirell. Quirell hid his anger that the green thing was speaking to him that way. His master wanted these children on his side. He would do his best for the man.

*Let me speak to them.* A voice told Quirell. He obediently un-wrapped his head from its turban and turned so his master could talk to the children.

“Ah, the new Slytherin Quartet. Hello. You have decided to join me against Dumbledore.” The back of Quirell’s head said. He eyed (I’m not sure how that would work since it’s a head but for all intents and purposes in my story Voldemort will be considered to have a separate mind than Quirell) the four in front of him warily. The green one would be strong. No doubt about that. Potter would be a powerful ally and he knew he could trust Draco. The only one he was undetermined about was the last one.

Dib. He knew he was a muggle born child and that could help his cause. It would help prove that he wasn’t out for mindless destruction as Dumbledore implied. He generally only wanted the strong muggle born children introduced. It was a waste to teach the weak ones who would only go back to living as they had before and ignoring the other world completely but still able to let loose their secret.

Unbidden, Voldemort was speaking to himself in parcel tongue. They will be powerful allies If only I knew more of this Dib. I must find out if he will be powerful. But how should I go about finding out? Hmmm.

Well, for one thing you could ask Dib answered. Voldemort started. He didn’t know he had been speaking aloud but he recognized when people/snakes spoke to him in parcel tongue.

You speak snake? he asked suspiciously. They all nodded except Draco who didn’t realize what they were saying. Voldemort looked at the blonde. If all of them but Draco could speak it was good but it would be better if Draco could speak it as well. He had never before had to use this spell but he would use it on this boy.

Tongue of the snake, envelope him. A green flame surrounded Draco suddenly. He was lifted by an unknown force and suddenly then dropped to the floor. When he got up Voldemort spoke again. Can you understand me now?

Of course I can, why wouldn’t I? Draco answered, confused.

Because we are speaking Parcel Tongue of course. I have given you the gift. But how do the rest of you speak it?

My sister and I were experimented upon by our father. I was fused with snake DNA and so was she. Dib answered.

My species have an affinity with snakes naturally. Zim said.

I don’t know why I can speak it. Harry responded sadly.

Never fear Harry. I know why *you* can speak it. Eleven years ago Dumbledore produced a fake prophecy which, at the time, I foolishly believed in. It stated the neither of us could live while the other survived and it said who you were to be born of and when. I found you and killed your parents and tried to kill you. By the time I realized what Dumbledore had done it was too late. I’m sorry for your loss but when I failed at killing you I transferred my ability to speak snake to you. Again, I am sorry for what I have done. It was a terrible loss. Both of you parents were good people who stayed out of the war as much as possible. If not for Dumbledore’s manipulations they would never have gotten involved in the first place.

Harry fumed inwardly. Dumbledore was the reason he had grown up at the Dursley’s. He was the reason his parents were dead. He was the cause of all that had gone wrong in his life. For that he would pay. And he would pay dearly.

Draco could see Harry getting worked up about what Voldemort had said and moved to clam his friend. He placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder and felt Harry relax a tiny bit.

“Dumbledore had asked us to search the castle. He thinks there is someone here with a connection to you and he wants us to find out who it is.” Zim said switching back to English. “He slipped Imperious Potion into the candy he offered. He had Professor Snape check it and he confirmed our beliefs that it was drugged.”

Voldemort was angered that Dumbledore would do such a thing to children. Imperious Potion was outlawed with its counterpart, the Imperious spell. But he was glad the children had gone to Severus, it showed that they trusted him. He should show them the same courtesy.

“You may tell him that Severus has a connection.” They looked dubiously at him. “He thinks that Severus spies for him. In truth Severus is loyal to me and tells Dumbledore only unimportant things. Dumbledore knows of Severus, he is probably just testing your abilities. I suggest telling him next week. It will imply that you are smart but not a threat to him.” They all thought about what he said before agreeing.

The week following they reported to Dumbledore their ‘findings’ and he commended them on a good job. Before they knew it, it was almost Christmas time. None of them but Draco had any decent relatives so it was decided that that was where they would go for the break. Draco mailed his parents to ask and they had agreed, wanting to meet his new friends. It was decided that the boys would get the entire West Wing to themselves for the duration of the break.

~Christmas Break~

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy sent the children a portkey to Diagon Alley to shop at the beginning of break. They also gave them another portkey to take them to Malfoy Manor when they finished shopping. The boys were excited about this because it meant unsupervised shopping. They could get each others’ presents as well while out.

The first shop they went into was Florentine’s Ice Cream Shoppe. They gorged themselves on ice cream before splitting up to shop for each other. They would meet in the book shop when they were done and switch again. Zim was paired with Dib and Draco with Harry.

Harry and Draco went to the Quiditch Shop to buy nice brooms for their friends who, while good at flying if the class had been any indication, didn’t have anything to ride. Draco got some polish for his own Nimbus and Harry got himself a broom as well. He had bought a Nimbus for himself and Dib and Zim. Draco had gotten servicing kits for his friends and some good books. Harry hadn’t noticed when he got three books instead of two.

Next they headed off to a Nick Knack shop to see what things were there. Draco had informed Harry that there were often very nice items there very cheap. So they went in.

Draco found a pair of cuff links and a beautiful necklace for his parents. Harry found a few things but nothing he felt would be nice for Draco’s parents. It didn’t help that he didn’t know them very well. As he was about to find Draco to leave he spied a snake pin. It seemed nice enough and Draco had said his parents had been Slytherins too. So he got it to give to Mr. Malfoy. He just had to get Mrs. Malfoy something now. Draco and he went to the robe shop and he got an emerald robe for Mrs. Malfoy and a few for himself. He wouldn’t have to wear his uniform all the time after all. The shop keeper shrunk their things for them and both thanked him profusely.

Zim and Dib had had different ideas. They had gone to a joke shop. It wasn’t nearly as popular as the Zonko’s they had heard of but it was still well stocked. Zim got fake wands for Draco and Harry and Dib got self writing quills that wrote variations of what was being said for the Malfoys who he had learned were in politics. Both laughed at each others’ purchases before going to the bookstore to shop before Dib and Zim finished.

Dib got a book on snakes for Harry and one on Quiditch for Draco. Zim got some funny looking books about muggles he thought the Malfoys would enjoy. Shortly after they made their purchases, which were shrunk for them, Zim and Dib came in. They went off in opposite pairs. Draco with Dib and Harry with Zim.

Harry got a green journal for Draco who complained of short term memory and had inscribed ‘write down what happens and you won’t forget it later’ on the first page. Zim got Dib a small potion’s set since he knew he loved science and potions was closely related to chemistry. Dib got Zim a bottle of skin cream as he had been complaining that the atmosphere made his antennae itch.

When they finished shopping they grabbed the portkey to take them to the Manor. Narcissa and Lucius were lounging in the entrance Hall, waiting for their son and his friends to arrive. When they heard a plop they knew they had arrived. Both looked up from the books they had been reading while waiting to see a green thing and two others with their son. All they could do was sit there in shock for a moment before regaining their composure.

“Welcome boys, did you have fun shopping?” Narcissa asked brightly. They boys picked themselves off the floor and nodded to her. They pulled their purchases out of their pockets and showed them off proudly. She beamed at them.

“Would you like me to enlarge those for you?” They nodded. She waved her wand over the object and muttered the spell and they were their original size once again.

“Well boys, what would you like to do first?” asked a suddenly awake Lucius.

“Can we play Quiditch father?” Draco asked politely.

“Of course you can. But remember, we don’t have but one Nimbus. They will have to ride the Clean Sweeps. It would probably be fair for you to all ride them.” He suggested. They boys agreed and set off for the field. They had watched all of the school games and wanted to play themselves next year. But for now they could play two on two games in Draco’s back yard.

Harry and Draco were on one team with Harry as the goal keeper and Draco as the scorer. Zim was the scorer of his and Dib’s team while Dib was the goal keeper. They played until 100. In the end Harry and Draco won 100-70. They all trooped inside to put the things they had dropped in the entrance hall in their rooms.

Harry had a huge room furnished in green and black like Draco’s. Zim and Dib’s were done in black and silver. It was a very Slytherin theme. Harry’s room was right next to Draco’s and Zim and Dib were right across the hall next to each other. The layout of all of the rooms was the same.

At the front was a small sitting room. To the left was a bathroom the included a bath, a shower, a sink and a toilet. Zim’s bathroom, ironically, was green, Harry’s was silver, Dib’s was black and Draco’s was a dark blue. To the right of the sitting room was the bedroom which was colored the same as the bathroom. There was a door combining Harry and Draco’s room as well as Zim and Dib’s.

Down the hall from their rooms was a game room with many muggle items charmed to work without electricity. They included a TV, game station, games, movies and music. Despite being a pureblood enthusiast, Voldemort encouraged his followers to understand the up side of muggle living. He was not against muggles, just most muggle-borns at Hogwarts.

They watched a few movies before they were too tired to put another one on. Then they headed to bed.

A/N: Anyone there? I know someone has at least been here, someone voted. Will no one give me feedback?

crying Does no one like this story at all?

Chapter 8

A solid but not completely real Tom showed Harry, Dib, Draco and Zim the secret rooms of Salazar Slytherin. There were many books written in Parcel Tongue of Dark Magic. While he did Ginny died to make Tom real.

When Tom was finally real a soft glow surrounded him. They all left the Chamber and went to ‘Moody’s’ office. They asked him to be their alibi just in case and he readily agreed and let Tom use his fireplace to Floo out to Malfoy Manor.

‘Moody’ fixed them all cups of tea while they waited for Dumbledore to realize what had happened. It wasn’t too long before that happened and Dumbledore came bursting in rudely.

“Professor Moody, a girl has just died! I believe a monster has eaten her.” They all refrained from rolling their eyes at Dumbledore’s complete lack of knowledge and desire to seem all-knowing.

“What can I do to help Headmaster? And bear in mind that there are children in the vicinity.” ‘Moody’ stage whispered the last part. Dumbledore, being the moron that he was, didn’t even pay attention to the fact that children were near.

“I need you to see if you can get to the monster and if at all possible kill it. I have to tell Ms. Weasley’s parents the bad news.” Dumbledore left thinking he had gotten the children to do what he had told Moody to do.

Zim suggested making a show of looking for the Chamber which they did. By the time school ended Dumbledore was once again reassured that they were loyal to him. Instead of going straight to Malfoy Manor, the boys went to Diagon Alley for some end of school shopping.

While they were walking a stray dog wandered up to Harry and began licking his hand. People around him backed away quickly though Harry couldn’t tell why. “Why are people afraid of this dog?” He asked Draco.

“It looks an awful lot like the Grim. It stands for death, and most people don’t want to die.” Draco explained.

“Well I think he’s nice. Plus I think he likes me. Can we keep him?” Harry pleaded. Draco faked a put upon look at that question but relented anyway. “Yay! We got a doggie!” Harry cheered. They went to the pet store and got some food and a leash.

After Harry attached the leash to the dog, they went for ice creams, letting the dog, who Harry named Grim, have some. When they finally got to the Manor, they met Tom who did a double take upon seeing the dog. He knelt down to inspect it looking over its face thoroughly. The dog had a strange expression that could be described as worried.

Tom stood back and looked Grim in the eye. “Change back or I’ll make you.” He said in a hard voice. The dog seemed resigned and then turned into a shriveled looking man with matted hair and a caved in face. Harry, Draco, Dib and Zim all hurried behind Tom and pulled their wands on the strange man.

“Who are you?” Harry demanded, angry at himself for letting the man trick him into believing he was really a dog.

“Harry, I am Sirius Black, your godfather.”

“I read about you, you escaped Azkaban last year. You were mumbling in your sleep about going to Hogwarts. What do you want?” Draco demanded.

“I want to know what happened to you Harry. You seem so cold and you’re a Slytherin. You’re nothing like your parents were.” Sirius whined.

“In case you forgot, my parents left me to rot with the Dursley’s when they died. They’ve done me no good so why the hell would I emulate people I neither knew nor cared for?” Harry spat. Sirius looked like he had been slapped.

“Harry, your parents would never leave you to those monsters on purpose. Your mother died to save you.”

”Well, she shouldn’t have. I would rather be dead than have had to deal with those bastards whoring me out every weekend!” Harry screamed at Sirius before storming away to his room.

Sirius stood, with tear leaking from his eyes and four teenagers pointing wants at him. A moment later, Sirius collapsed. Apparently, the energy from the ice cream had worn off and he was exhausted.

Tom kept his wand drawn but not pointed while Draco, Zim and Dib used their wands to move the man to a guest room in the near the dungeons. He was an escaped convict after all, weather or not he knew Harry’ parents.

“Make sure there are strong locking spells on any windows or doors. He’s obviously a talented escape artist and I don’t want him loose before I’ve questioned him.” Tom instructed the boys before making his way to Harry’s room.

When he reached his rooms, Tom knocked. He heard snuffling and the wiping of a cloth against flesh. “Who is it?” Came from inside.

“It’s Tom, may I come in?”

Tom heard a muffled ‘alohamora’ from inside before the door swung open.

Harry was sitting on the couch and had apparently been crying rather profusely as evident from his red and puffy eyes. Tom sat next to him.

“You miss them, don’t you? It’s nothing to ashamed of.” Harry hung his head.

“I have a scrapbook. It has pictures of them. It even has some of me with them. When I feel lonely I look through it and I… I feel closer to them somehow. Like… they’re more real and they really loved me.” Harry said. It was something he didn’t want everyone to know and he trusted Tom enough to know that he wouldn’t blab.

“I still miss my mother. She died in childbirth and my father wanted nothing to do with… our kind. It is one of the reasons that I don’t trust muggles.” Tom told Harry to make him feel better. It was true. But now he needed to talk to Black.

“Harry, I’m going to question Sirius Black now. Do you feel up to coming with me?”

Harry thought about it. On the one hand, it would be painful to think that this man should have been the one to raise him but he wasn’t there. But Harry also knew that no matter how much he thought this, the man had been in prison. That made him wonder what he had done to get there. And maybe Sirius could tell him about his mum and dad.

“I’ll go.”

Tom and Harry walked alone to the guest room to question Sirius. When they walked in they saw him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

When he heard the door open he looked up to see his godson and a sixteen year old boy entering the room. He was quite curious to know who the 16 year old was. He also wanted to know who the other boys were. He recognized Draco Malfoy but the other two were a mystery. And why was one of them green?!

“We want to know how you found Harry.” Tom wasted no time with preamble.

“I recognized him from papers I’d found in the trash. Who are you and how do you know him?’ Sirius demanded.

“I don’t think you need to know that. But I think Harry here has some questions for you.” Tom turned to Harry indicating that he could ask away.

“How well did you know my parents?” Harry asked in a monotone. He didn’t know if he could handle his own emotions right now.

“I knew your dad really well. I only started to know your mom after they started dating. Your mom was really nice and caring. She loved everyone except your dad because we played pranks on people. Your dad and I were friends all through Hogwarts. We pranked everyone in the school. He was a jokester at heart. Though some may have called him a trouble maker.” Sirius’s face took on a nostalgic look. He missed James. And though this boy looked like him, he acted nothing like his friend.

“Professor Lupin said that you betrayed them. He said that you sold them out.” Harry knew better though. Tom had told him that it had been Peter Pettigrew to sell out his parents, not Sirius Black. But Sirius didn’t need to know that right away. In fact, Harry wanted to know what the man thought of his parents’ death.

“I may as well have.” Sirius said, shocking Harry who hadn’t expected that kind of answer. Not that he had thought of what he would say. But still. “I convinced them that Peter would have been a better Secret Keeper. I thought that Voldemort would never expect him to know. But he did. And Peter told him where they were. It was I who told them to switch to him. I am the reason they are dead.” Sirius finished his tale with tears leaking from his eyes.

Harry watched his godfather cry over the loss of his parents. He truly thought he was to blame. Harry wouldn’t stand for it.

“Tom, would you please call the worm?” he asked politely. Tom started in surprise at the odd request. But he understood the general idea of what Harry intended to do so he did so without another word. Peter stood in the middle of the room.

Sirius stood up in shock. There he was! Peter was standing in the middle of the room. The reason he had gone to prison. The person everyone thought he had killed was in front of him looking wildly around in confusion.

“My lord?” He questioned.

“Wormtail, you have outlived your usefulness. In fact, I don’t think you ever had any usefulness. You gave me a false prophesy. The only use I have for you now is as an offering.”

“Sirius Black, I offer you the reason you were imprisoned as restitution. I also offer you the chance to become closer to your godson, if it pleases him. This I give to you in apology for killing you friends. You have to apology of Lord Voldemort.” With that Tom swept out of the room without looking backwards once, leaving Peter, Harry and Sirius in the same room.

Harry turned to Sirius, and looked him in the eye before pulling out his wand and handing it over.

“Is he really You-Know-Who?” Harry nodded, grinning.

“And he just gave you a toy. Would you like to play with it?” Harry grinned an evil grin.

Sirius got a murderous glint in his eyes and he turned Harry’s wand on the now cowering man who had tried to hide in a corner. Harry put his hand on Sirius’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Why kill him? Why not play with him? Make him suffer. Tom gave him to you to do with as you pleased. It would be a waste to simply kill him. Turn him into your own servant. When the war is over Tom will vouch that you had nothing to do with those deaths and you’ll be proclaimed innocent.” As Harry spoke, the glint in Sirius’s eyes turned hard and cruel but with a happy gleam to it. It seemed the idea appealed to Sirius.

Sirius whispered a binding spell on Peter. It made him obey any command but did nothing to his perception of what was going on. It made the torture all the sweeter that Peter understood that he was bound and had no free-will but felt no loyalty to him.

“Go get me something to eat and drink Worm.” Sirius ordered partly in experimentation and partly because he was hungry. Peter left immediately to do as he was told.

When he arrived in the kitchen he found Voldemort drinking a cola. “Why did you give me to him my lord?” He asked pathetically as he fixed a sandwich for his old friend.

“I am no longer your lord. You shall not call me anything but sir. Sirius is your new master now. I gave you to him because you are incompetent and useless to me. You gave me false information about the Potters. You are the reason Sirius was kept from his godson’s side and so you are the proper gift to him.” Tom explained. “Now do as your master bids.”

Peter did so and brought the food to his new master, thinking on how he would now be made to do many things he did not wish to do. At least with Voldemort, he had the choice of betrayal. Now he did not have that choice. And he would be forced to so forevermore.

A/N: crying , Whaa! No one luvs me! crying

Chapter 10

A/N: I have just come up for the best surprise you guys will ever get in your fanfic-reading careers. It won’t come for a few more chapters but this will be the most outrageous pairing ever.

In the middle of the fight between Dumbledore and Tom Riddle, before anyone could blink an eye, the most amazing thing happened to Dumbledore.

A spaceship landed on his head, smashing him flat! And not just any spaceship: An Irken Spaceship!

Out of the ship, a green Irken girl stepped, uncaring of the man she had just unwittingly killed.

Zim stepped up. “What the hell are you doing here Tak?!” Zim had learned about her when he had been in school. What she had to do with him though, he did not know.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know *Zim*” She spat his name. “You ruined my life with that little stunt during Impending Doom 1. I was forced into menial labor because you lost me power on the big brain which was placing me at the time.” She yelled at him.

Zim stared at her. She was complaining about menial labor. At least with that you got paid. He had been in prison. If anyone had the right to complain it was him. He never got the chance to yell back at her though as Tom yelled for him.

“You just took my kill from me!” Tak looked sharply at him. “I was supposed to kill Albus and you ******** landed on him!”

“You humans are of no concern of mine. You are inferior life forms. And no matter how good your cloaking device, I still found you Zim. I have found you and now I will exact my REVENGE!!!” Tak raised her fists in glee. Her glee didn’t last long though as Zim cast a water blasting spell on her.

Tak screamed in agony and curled up into a fetal position. When she could bear the pain she spoke but did not rise.

“How did you do that?” It came out a whimper.

“It’s a common spell on this planet and I’m rather proficient at it. But then again, so is almost everyone else. You can’t do this kind of thing without training though, and I’ve got the best training of all.” He gloated. Okay, so he didn’t have the BEST training of all, but he was well trained. “And now everyone knows what to do to bring you pain.”

It was true. Everyone, both light and dark, had their wands pointed at Tak.

With everyone pointing their wands at Tak, she had no choice but to push her own ‘Self-Destruct’ button. Everyone furiously watched as Tak blew sky high. They reflexively drew their wands higher with her. All of them but Harry, Draco, Zim, Dib, Tom and Peter.

They leveled their wands at the Aurors and quickly cast the killing curse on each of them and left. The world would see what it would be like with the ministry in charge without its Aurors to back it up and then they would take over.

The first thing the ministry did was appoint one, Dolores Umbridge to be Harry’s overseer at Hogwarts next year. She had called him to school early to speak with him about the rise of Voldemort.

FLASHBACK

“If you had done it right the first time, none of this would be happening.” She didn’t seem to notice or care that he had been an infant ‘the first time’.

END FLASHBACK

Harry had a hard time dealing with her every time she called him to her office. Eventually, she decided that Harry might not be mentally stable and dictated that he be given a psychiatrist to determine if he was even sane.

Harry had no doubt in his mind that the psychiatrist was told to say that he wasn’t sane even if he was. Therefore he decided to play with his head.

Harry walked into the psychiatrist’s office and noticed immediately the Gryffindor theme; it was all in red and gold and it instantly made Harry sick at the blatant favoritism. The message was clear: Gryffindor = good. And Slytherins were the antithesis of Gryffindors in every way and therefore must be evil.

The psychiatrist came bustling into the room a few moments after Harry situated himself in what was obviously meant to be his chair and was looking around to glean more information on just who the psychiatrist was. It never hurt to know who you’re dealing with.

“I thought we would start out with some simple inkblots.” He pulled one out and showed it to Harry to see before placing it on the table. “What do you see here?” He asked.

“An inkblot” Harry said bluntly.

“I mean what do you think it looks like?” He said kindly.

“A mutant octopus on top of a medieval castle juggling flaming chainsaws while eating a glazed ham.” Harry said having planned that response for whatever the blot looked like. The psychiatrist stared blankly at him for a few moments before scribbling furiously in his notepad.

“It seems you think your life has been transformed into something beyond your control and your home is a madhouse with what you believe to be an outdated way of thinking.” Harry inwardly laughed at that. That was what Draco had said when they talked about it.

The psychiatrist put away the rest of the inkblots, not wanting to continue with that.

“Now, what do you think of the death of Dumbledore?”

“I don’t. I think it’s a pity he died, but I didn’t know him as more than a Headmaster. You can’t really grieve someone you didn’t know.” Harry knew better than to tell him about the Headmaster’s betrayal of his trust. It would only lead to disaster.

“That makes sense. But what do you think about the attack leading to the Headmaster’s death?”

“I think it’s horrible that Voldemort” Harry noticed the other man flinch “is back. I feel horrible that I didn’t kill him the first time. I fully intend to finish the job soon.” Harry said confidently. Draco had suggested that he say something to that effect.

“I think that will be all for this session. Ms. Umbridge will inform you of any other meetings.” He held out his hand and Harry shook it and they left.

Umbridge didn’t call him back for any more sessions. Apparently he was being helpful enough for her liking. But the rest of the world wasn’t doing so well.

Companies were in ruin from all the thefts lately and none of them were by Death Eaters. They had been told to be on their best behavior. It was to be a message that while the rest of the world was in chaos, Tom could keep order among his ranks.

And since so many things had been stolen, prices skyrocketed, leaving people to steal in order to get anything they needed. Basically there was pandemonium.

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Harry sat on his bead thinking. Not about the pandemonium though. He was thinking about Draco. How was he supposed to act around the other boy? They really needed to talk. Harry didn’t know who was supposed to make the first move in this kind of relationship.

Just then, Draco came into the room and, seeing Harry, went over to sit with the other boy.

“Hey Harry.”

”Hay Draco. I was just thinking about you.” Harry said.

“What about?” Draco asked curiously.

Harry hesitated, thinking about how to answer the question. “How dose this… relationship… progress? With us, that is.” Harry ducked his head in embarrassment.

Draco scooted closer to Harry and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “However you want it to go. I’m just happy that we have a relationship.” Draco said smiling softly.

Harry smiled shyly in response to Draco and looked at his lips. He didn’t know how to convey that he wanted to kiss Draco now. But thankfully, Draco caught on and leaned over to kiss Harry.

Harry mewled happily as Draco’s hand moved from his shoulder to neck and began stroking behind his ear. He had no idea how sensitive his ear was. Harry loosely wrapped an arm around Draco’s middle, stroking gently at Draco’s sides. Draco smiled into the kiss at the fact that Harry was taking initiative.

Harry tentatively parted his lips and Draco slipped his tongue into the warm cavern that was Harry’s mouth. Harry moaned lightly as Draco’s tongue and his moved together. When Draco pulled away, Harry whimpered pitifully at the loss. But no more than a moment later Draco attached his lips to the other side of Harry’s neck than his hand.

“Oooooh, that’s nice.” Harry sighed breathily. Draco worried the skin in his mouth in response and Harry tightened his hold on Draco’s waist. Harry slid his hands up and down Draco’s back and ended up inside Draco’s shirt. Draco hissed at the skin on skin contact. Soon both of them were rutting against each other with Draco in Harry’s lap.

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The next day found Sirius rushing out of his room to find Tom and the boys. He had thought of an amazing stress reliever. Torturing Peter! And he knew the best way to start.

“Hey guys, come here. I have to show you something.” They all followed him to his room where Sirius had told Peter to stay. The rat was sitting in a corner trying to curl up into a ball as if it would hide him. He had also been ordered not to speak. He was still allowed to scream, cry or make any other noise of distress.

Sirius pulled his wand and pointed it at Peter. “Animorphi” he said. All the happened was a small spark coming out of the front of his wand. Sirius stared at his wand in confusion. “Animorphi” he said again. This time not even a spark came out of his wand.

“If I may?” Tom held out his hand. Sirius placed his wand in Tom’s hand and Tom restated the incantation. Peter was instantly turned into his animangi form, a rat.

“Why the hell did it work for you, but not me?!” Sirius demanded.

“I think it has something to do with your stay in Azkaban. I think it may have sapped some of your power. We will need to restore you to your former glory. Prowess Maximus.” Tom said waving his wand at Sirius.

The spell was designed to restore someone to their maximum power. Unfortunately, the spell had an unforeseen side effect when administered on Sirius. Sirius’s power was restored, and so was his youth. You see, due to his stay in Azkaban, he was unable to simply regain his power. He was transformed into his 21 year old self in order to regain his power. The age right before he was imprisoned.

Sirius looked down at himself and noticed his change of physique. “Holy crap! I’m young again!”

Everyone was staring at him, so Sirius didn’t noticed that Tom’s stare was different than the others.

Tom looked at Sirius as a 21 year old and realized that with his now 17 year old body came 17 year old hormones. He couldn’t help but notice that Sirius was extremely attractive in his youth.

He quickly averted his gaze though and looked at his feet as though deeply in thought. Why would Sirius have been turned into a 20 or so year old? It didn’t make any sense.

Sirius patted himself down, not noticing that Tom was discreetly watching him. He felt over his younger body, noticing that many, if not all, of his scars were gone. He was toned, not caved in like he used to be. He was even tanned again. He didn’t know how this was possible, but at the moment, he didn’t give a damn.

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Chapter 12

Sirius awoke feeling refreshed and happy for the first time in what felt like forever. He pulled Tom closer to him even though Tom was still asleep and would have no reason to want to leave.

Tom woke when Sirius pulled him closed and he wondered why he was doing that. Was it at all possible that Sirius cared? He certainly hoped so. So when Sirius mumbled his name in his sleep, Tom smiled to himself.

But Sirius wasn’t asleep. He slipped his hand down Tom’s front and back up to caress his chest. Tom squirmed in pleasure and snuggled back into Sirius’s front, eliciting a groan when he accidentally pushed his rear into Sirius’s groin.

“Sirius?” Tom asked, cursing his own 17 year old insecurity.

“Yeah?” Sirius mumbled into Tom’s shoulder.

“Is this just… I mean… do you… are we…?” Tom trailed off, unable to find the words he needed. Sirius stared at him before the meaning sunk in.

Sirius leaned over and kissed Tom softly. “Tom, would you be my boyfriend?” Sirius asked quietly, feeling sort of stupid for asking that question. But the expression on Tom’s face was worth the feeling of stupidity. Tom was beaming so much that Sirius was sure his face would split if he kept it up.

“YES!” Tom squealed happily as he tackled Sirius, not caring about his own lack of decorum. Sirius laughed good-naturedly and wrapped his arms around the happy bundle in his arms.

A/N: Yes, I’m weird, I have a sub!Tom in my story, deal with it!

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Zim and Dib sat together in their room on the bed playing truth or dare. But it was mostly truth, neither was trying to get the other one to do something dumb. They were using the game as an excuse to get to know one another better.

“Truth” Zim answered.

“Are you a virgin?” Dib asked.

“Nope” Zim answered. “You?”

“No” Dib grumbled angrily, thinking back on what had happened.

“How’d you loose it?” Dib asked.

“I was in Food Cortia and I needed to distract the owner and get into his room at the same time to get my stuff back and get out.” Zim summarized. “How did you loose yours?”

“A school bully” Dib hung his head.

“Has He been dealt with?” Zim growled.

“Yeah, I dealt with him.”

“How?” Zim asked softly.

“Long range castration ray” Dib grinned. Zim grinned in response. That was a great way to deal with someone like that.

Zim reached out to give Dib a comforting hug and Dib sighed, falling into his arms. “You know I would have dealt with him if you needed me to right?”

Dib nodded snuggling into Zim’s arms. Zim sighed, falling backwards into their bed. He pulled a blanket up to cover them and before they knew it they were falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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After their jubilant get-together, Sirius and Tom somehow managed to get into a game of tag. It was a simple reach over and say ‘tag’ thing until Tom leaned backwards so that Sirius couldn’t reach him.

When Sirius had leaned over to tag Tom, Tom moved to the side and Sirius fell off the bed. Tom laughed at the position Sirius had landed in with his legs over his head and a scowl on his face. Sirius had untangled himself and lunged after Tom who had hurried over to the other side of the bed to avoid getting tackled.

Sirius climbed over the bed to throw himself at the other boy, but once again, Tom moved to the side, falling off the bed himself in the process. Sirius grinned down at him and touched his finger to Tom’s forehead.

“Tag”

Tom scowled and got up, and threw himself at Sirius but Sirius moved towards the door, opening it and running out with Tom hot on his heals. They ran through the house around and around, ending up in the kitchen where Tom pinned Sirius to the counter. Sirius stopped laughing abruptly, staring into Tom’s eyes.

Tom leaned forward hesitantly, brushing his lips against Sirius who opened his mouth enough to let Tom in. Tom took the invitation, slipping his tongue in and stroking Sirius’s tongue with his. Sirius moaned lightly, sucking lightly on the proffered tongue. Tom felt himself harden when Sirius stared sucking and pushed tightly against Sirius.

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Dib and Zim woke the next morning with Zim’s arms wrapped tightly around Dib’s middle, and Dib’s head resting beneath Zim’s chin. Zim let go and stretched his arms and back while Dib flopped out of bed, intent on getting some breakfast.

Zim followed Dib into the kitchen but bumped into him in the doorway.

“Dib, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you moving?” Zim peered around Dib’s shoulder to see what was holding him up. There he saw it: Tom had Sirius pinned and they were making out heavily against the counter. And they were naked.

All Zim could do was squeak. But that squeak was enough to alert the snogging couple of their arrival. Tom pulled away from Sirius slowly, all the while wishing he didn’t have to.

“Um, hi. Sorry for the shock. We should probably be wearing clothes. We’ll just be going now.” And with that both of them rushed out of the kitchen and back to Tom’s room.

“Well, that was weird” Dib concluded. Zim only nodded. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m hungry.” And Dib moved to fix himself a bowl of cereal. Zim moved to get a toaster pastry since he wasn’t sure if he was allergic to milk or not, and he didn’t feel like finding out the hard way.

Meanwhile, Tom and Sirius got dressed, knowing they would have to answer a few questions soon.

By the time they were dressed, Harry and Draco had gotten up and Zim and Dib had told them what they had witnessed. Harry and Draco’s twin looks of shock showed that they had had no idea that something like that had been going on.

Sirius knocked lightly on the inside of the door that had been standing open to alert the boys that they were there.

Zim, Dib, Draco, Harry and surprisingly Remus all looked up as Sirius and Tom walked into the room holding hands. Sirius looked to Tom and sighed, knowing that they had a lot of explaining to do.

“So, you guys want to say anything in particular?” Remus asked inquisitively.

“I guess” Sirius answered. “Tom and I are together now.”

“Obviously” Draco snorted. Tom glared half-heartedly before dropping the mere idea of glaring. It just wasn’t worth it. Besides, it was pretty obvious that Sirius and he were together.

“What we want to know is how you got that way.” Remus pointed out.

“Well, it just kind of… happened. It was after he did the spell to give me back my power and inadvertently gave me back my body. After that I realized that he… you know… liked me and we just… got together.” Sirius stumbled over his explanation.

Harry and Draco were sitting in the back of the room, giggling to each other over Sirius’s predicament.

“And what exactly is so funny you two?” Tom asked scathingly.

“Nothing, just, Sirius looks so funny all embarrassed and everything.” Harry giggled.

“Yeah, and you can’t even glare properly while you’re with him.” Draco added, also giggling.

Tom growled, realizing the truth behind their words. “Shut up!” Tom ordered imperiously. The whole room burst into laughter, even Sirius. Tom pouted at Sirius. “You of all people could give me some support here?” Tom whined.

Sirius’s laughing died down quickly and he looked at Tom. “I’m sorry about that, but you have to admit, it was kind of funny.” Sirius said, coaxing a smile out of his boyfriend.

“Okay, it was kind of funny, but still, you should support me when everyone else is laughing at me, not laugh with them.” Tom said, unable and unwilling to pout.

“Okay, I’ll try not to laugh at you, promise.” Sirius gave him a side hug. Tom smiled at him, returning the hug. Remus smiled, wishing he had something like that for himself. But the only person he had any interest in was too stuck up in his potions to notice him.

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In the ministry Fudge was in hell. Nothing was going right. And his pompous secretary, Umbridge, wasn’t things any easier. She was constantly nagging at him to do something about the theft situation and to put her in some sort of position of power at Hogwarts.

He didn’t know what to do about the thefts, but if putting her in Hogwarts would shut her the hell up then so be it.

“Umbridge!” Fudge called out to her. She came waddling into his office.

“Yes, minister.” She said in her overly sweet voice.

“I’ve thought of a place for you at Hogwarts.” She practically glowed with happiness that he finally listened to her nagging. “You will be the new DADA teacher.” Fudge continued and her face dropped. “What?” He asked tiredly.

“Minister, not to undermine your authority” Fudge rolled his eyes at that. She was always undermining his authority at every turn. “But perhaps it would be better if I were the Headmistress?” She said it like she expected him to bend over backwards to accommodate her. He wasn’t going to; she pissed him off too much.

“I’ve though it over carefully. You are to be the DADA teacher and that’s final. If you prove yourself apt at dealing with the students, then perhaps then I will appoint you Headmistress. For now I would rather someone from the actual School Board become Headmaster.” Dolores Umbridge didn’t look happy at that. She had wanted to rule the school but now she would have to settle for lowly teaching.

“Yes minister, whatever you say. I will do my best to teach the students.” She said sweetly, and left the office, much to Fudges delight.

Fudge wasn’t going to make her the headmistress, Lucius had already paid him off so that he could be headmaster. And so long as Lucius paid him off, he would accommodate him, not that overly sweet b***h.

A/N: I know that this story is predominantly in the Harry Potter world, but this is the only story I've written with Zim/Draco that is editable to the point of PG-13 ness. Would someone PLEASE REVIEW!