A/N: I decided to expand the story slightly by including different viewpoints every so often. I find it to be a better way to relate events that Daphne wasn't around for than flashbacks.

Also, my computer bluescreened over Thanksgiving and because of the holidays and finals I didn't get a chance to upload this until it was fixed. This could be easily avoided by someone buying me a new one… ;P

"No I'm not. Well, not completely."

I was shocked. Potter seemed to be gifted at that. However, it wasn't because he was part vampire. No, it was because he was giving up this information so easily. Everyone in Slytherin would tell you that that would ruin your life, if not kill you. This easy trust would need to change if my plan was to work. You'd think he was a Hufflepuff.

"Half then?" I asked.

"Yeah. My mom was turned a few days before my parents got married, apparently. Obviously, my dad didn't care, and lo and behold, here I am. The reason I haven't been… well, I have been, but the reason I haven't acted like I was part vampire was some Potter family magic that bound my vampire inheritance until I turned 17."

"A few questions then. I'm sure that the sun has some effect on you, so how is it that you can still walk in it?"

"Potter family magic again. It's a runic tattoo that absorbs any sunlight hitting my body and is recharged every time I drink blood. Apparently we have a habit of marrying vampires, if we aren't vampires ourselves, so it became necessary."

I grinned as he let slip an even more vital piece of information. Every family has an area of magic that they have an aptitude for. The families learn these magics extremely quickly and each has their own spells for that particular magic. My family's magic, for example, is fire magic. I love how it completely contradicts our name. Should be Nograss.

The Potter family magic seemed to be blood magic. Interesting. That went against everything everybody believed about the Potters. They were supposed to be the paragon of "Light" families. Apparently not, as blood magic is considered one of the four darkest magics, along with soul magic, demonic magic and necromancy.

"The Potter family magic is blood magic then?"

Potter whitened immediately as he realized that he had let that slip.

"You're lucky I don't plan on letting you go," I said. He really was. "Next question. This," I gestured between us, "Isn't just because of your allure, is it?"

He must have sensed danger in my voice, as he whitened a bit more. However, when he responded, his voice was laced with anger.

"Never. I have complete control over it. Using it goes completely against my principles. I was actually physically sick the first few days before I learned to control it because girls kept throwing themselves at me."

"Good. I probably would have killed you if it was."

He flinched slightly at the warning. Good.

"Now that that's out of the way, come here Potter."

His lips met mine in a scorching kiss and I knew I would be late to lunch.

"So, is he?" Sophia asked as we headed down to the Common Room after dinner.

I sighed. Sophia would probably tease me mercilessly for this one.

"Kind of. He's half," I said in response.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.

"Did he tell you how he can walk in the sun and everything?" asked Blaise, looking for blackmail of some sort. Well, I had it. Not that I was going to give it away, at least yet.

"Yes, he did, and no, I'm not going to tell you. Not yet, anyways."

"Ooooooh, is it bad? Did it require the sacrifice of seven virgins and their fathers?" Tracey said, rather excitably.

"You're turning into Lovegood, just like Sophia. Must be an epidemic of some sort."

"Well, she was right. That means I must be too, right?"

"Sorry, no."

The rest of the walk was spent with them asking me increasingly ridiculous questions about how Potter was able to walk in the sun. I was actually relieved when we walked into the Common Room to see only first years and a fifth year prefect there. That meant it was time for the introductory meeting.

The prefect walked over to Blaise, who generally acted as the public face of our little group. He whispered something in Blaise's ear, and Blaise nodded. The prefect returned to his spot by the fireplace as we conjured chairs for ourselves and sat down facing the first years.

The rules were the standard fare: problems would remain in the dungeons as we had to pretend to be united in front of the other Houses. Problems with other Houses would be solved by the four of us, the prefects or Professor Sinestra. We didn't want the younger years to follow Malfoy's example, after all. And then I added two.

"Two new ones for this year," I said, interrupting Blaise as he was about to wrap up the meeting. "First, more of a suggestion really, but make friends with the other Houses. It's not nearly as bad as Blaise here makes it sound, especially for you firsties. Of course there will be problems, but again, tell us and we will deal with it. Second, and this is not optional, but with Snape gone and Malfoy having lost his power, I think it's appropriate. There will be no discrimination of any kind in the House and in your treatment of the other Houses. Anyone caught doing this to anyone will be severely punished."

"Alright then," said Blaise, shooting me a glare for interrupting him, "If you have problems, concerns, need homework help or just someone to talk to, ourselves, the prefects and Professor Sinestra are always available. Any questions?"

One small boy in the front raised his hand

"Yes?" asked Blaise.

"Someone told us that we should beat up the Gryffindors," he said timidly.

"And who was this," I said, almost growling.

The boy jumped, sensing the danger in my voice and said, "I-I t-think his n-name was Nott."

"Nott, huh? We will deal with him. Do not listen to what he or the idiot known as Draco Malfoy say. Their goals are detrimental to the House and your lives in and after school."

We dismissed the first years and the prefect began heading out of the Common Room to let the other years know that the meeting was over. Before he reached the door, however, Blaise called the prefect over. "Tell the other years what Daphne said," he said. "There will be no discrimination. Any offenders will deal with her personally."

The prefect nodded and turned back to leave but was interrupted again, this time by my voice.

"If you see Nott, do tell him that I would speak with him," I said sweetly. It was the voice I used right before something particularly nasty happened.

The prefect flinched and left the room, and I cackled mentally. Oh yeah, I still had it.

September 3, 1997

Malfoy finally made an appearance in the Common Room, right as we returned from breakfast. He had probably tried to do what he did in previous years and order somebody around, and they had not taken too kindly to it. That or he was gifted at beating himself up. Maybe he ran into Potter on his way back from the Hospital Wing. In any case, he had several bruises on his face, his hair was rather messed up and his lip was split. His bodyguards were in one of the corners of the room, in similar conditions.

"Oh, Draco," I sing-songed sweetly, "Might I know who did this to you? I'd like to give them a medal."

"Fuck you, Greengrass," he spat, rather weakly.

"Oh, I'm sure you would love to," I said as my eyes narrowed. "Unfortunately, you will never get the chance. And if you try that again, Potter will be the least of your worries."

He shrank back a bit then grabbed his wand from where it had been flung near the fireplace and released his bodyguards. They lumbered out of the Common Room after their leader and my friends and I headed up and grabbed our books for Ancient Runes. How I loved that class.

Of course, I didn't know that Potter would be taking the course this year. At first I wondered how he had gotten into the class without having taken the O.W.L. Then I realized that if he could properly tattoo runic seals onto his own body that protected it from the sun, he probably did not need to take this class at all.

As much as I welcomed the changes in Potter, not just as a lover, but as an academic rival, it was quite infuriating how well he was doing. It should have been impossible for someone to improve this drastically over the course of one summer. I mean, he'd always been powerful and his inheritance increased this, as well as giving him access to a completely different type of magic. He had proven to be intelligent on occasion, and I held the belief that he had been holding himself back for the sake of his ex-best friends.

Now, however, he was a completely different beast. Why couldn't I improve like that?

Because I wasn't the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, that's why. Being jealous would get me nowhere. Besides, he would need all of that strength and intelligence to fight Voldemort, and I don't envy him there. Although, if things continue the way they are, I'll be involved in the struggle as much as he was.

Now that would be a problem. This situation with Malfoy would have to be resolved before I did, at least openly. My parents would have a fit if they found out I was going against their will anyways, and to this extent… let's just say my father could be a bit heavy handed in his punishments.

Anyways, Potter soon demonstrated his proficiency in the class by doing several things that none of the rest of us knew how to do, and even Professor Sinestra, who is notoriously hard to please, looked happy. He was going to teach me everything he knew, if he knew what was good for him.

We had a free period after Runes, which was spent talking about how to punish Nott. I was all for siccing Potter on him, but Blaise held the belief that it needed to be something a bit more direct, something that Nott knew led back to us. I wasn't really sure what his reasoning was. Wasn't Slytherin about being sneaky and cunning?

"He might not attack the Gryffindors himself if Potter takes care of him, but he will try to get others to, like he did with the first years. If we stop him, he'll know that we know what he's doing and he'll quit. Besides, someone," he said, directing this at me, "someone told the first years that we'd take care of Nott. It needs to be us so that they know who's in charge and that we don't make idle threats."

This time I understood, and as Tracey agreed with him, we plotted in our room until it was time to head up to the Great Hall for lunch.

Midway through lunch, Dumbledore walked over to where Potter sat laughing with Longbottom, Thomas and Finnegan. Potter immediately quieted and became serious as he saw the Headmaster approaching, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The whole Hall had stopped to watch Dumbledore's progress, so their conversation carried.

"How may I help you, Headmaster?" Potter asked neutrally once the Headmaster stopped walking.

"I would ask you to come to my office after lunch, Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore, much colder than I had ever heard him address Potter.

"I am sorry Headmaster, but I have class after lunch. How about after dinner?"

"Class can wait, Mr. Potter. This is extremely important."

"If it is about what I think it is, then you have already waited for a day and a half. A few more hours will not hurt, Headmaster."

"That is not acceptable, Mr. Potter."

"I think that you'll find it is acceptable, Headmaster, if you remember our little discussion over the summer."

"Mr. Potter."

"Headmaster."

"Fine. I will expect you in my office immediately after dinner," said Dumbledore angrily, whirling and heading back to his seat.

Potter grinned victoriously and began talking animatedly with Longbottom as the Hall gradually filled with noise once more. That was an extremely interesting conversation. Not only were Potter and Dumbledore at odds, which was big in and of itself, he could also control the Headmaster, at least to a certain extent. He must have some sort of dirt on the Headmaster. That was the only reason I could see for Potter to be able to do that, other than being the Heir to one of the Founders.

Which, knowing Potter, was probably true as well.

Harry's POV

Fucking Dumbledore. Why the ferret had not been expelled was beyond me. It probably had something to do with his ridiculous policy of trying to redeem everyone. There is no redeeming someone like Malfoy. The ferret was already a Death Eater, something I'm sure Fumblemore knew. What Voldemort requires recruits to do to become a Death Eater…I won't go into details, but it is extremely sick, twisted and evil, and if you can do that, then there is no chance of redemption.

With one exception. I will never like the man, but I have seen his memories and Snape is genuinely on the so-called "Light Side." Unfortunately, this also means he is stuck in Dumbledore's pocket. Such a waste. The man is extremely intelligent, powerful and cunning. The epitome of Slytherin, unlike the ferret. The ferret, I know, is a Death Eater through and through. And he tried to rape a wonderful young woman. If there was anyone else as Headmaster, Malfoy probably would have been expelled before he could get medical treatment. Maybe I should talk to Ol' Mickey-G. She could probably force Dumbledore to expel Malfoy. Maybe she could even do it herself! Wouldn't that be a nasty surprise for the Headmaster?

Speaking of whom, he still hasn't shown up yet. I've been sitting in his office for almost half an hour now. I had a bit of a conversation with the Sorting Hat, in which he said that I would have been great in Slytherin, as per usual. Then I agreed with him, and he was apparently stunned into silence.

The other companion that I usually have as I await the Headmaster is gone at the moment. Fawkes had always taken a liking to me, although, I wonder if actually being half-vampire has affected this at all. Psh. He's a phoenix, he would have known. I've always wondered why he is Dumbledore's familiar. Dumbledore certainly has not been noble in his actions since the rise of Voldemort, if not since he defeated Grindlewald.

I was just about to start screwing around with the myriad of instruments that Dumbledore had lying around when he appeared through the doorway.

"Ah, good. I see you are already here," he said as he sat down behind his desk.

"Obviously. Get to the point, old man," I said, none too kindly.

"You said yourself that you knew what this was about."

"Malfoy."

"Yes. Why did you have to shoot him? He could have been saved! And now, because of your actions, he will go down a dark path looking for revenge."

"Saved? He's a fucking marked Death Eater who was trying to rape a fellow student! Or did I not make that clear with the note that I stuck to his head? Why hasn't he been expelled?"

"Because if I could make him see the error of his ways-"

"Have you gone senile? Rape, old man! You are condoning the rape of young women by not expelling him. He needs to be punished for his actions."

"No. If I can prevent him from hurting others-"

"You're missing the point. He needs to be punished for what he has done and not be allowed the chance to do it again. As I said at lunch, you do remember the conversation we had over the summer?"

Dumbledore sighed and put on his 'disappointed grandfather' face.

"What has made you hate me so much?" he lamented.

"I dunno," I replied sarcastically, "Maybe it is the fact that you knew about Quirrel in first year and did nothing. And you knew where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was. How could you not? All you had to do was talk to Myrtle, or ask Fawkes about it. No, you definitely knew where it was. Don't even get me started on third year. It's your fucking fault that my Godfather was imprisoned. You allowed him to be sent to Azkaban without a trial, even though you knew Pettigrew was the secret keeper. You were the one who performed the Fidelius after all.

"Fourth year, you were just being senile, as usual. One of your oldest friends, and you didn't notice that it was an imposter? Bullshit. Basically, you are at fault for all the bad things that have happened over my years here. If it was just me that these things happened to, I would be fine with that. Better me than someone else. However, this is Hogwarts, meaning that you were endangering the future of wizarding Britain. And that's not even the worst part.

"First, you stuck me in a hell hole, claiming that there were blood wards protecting me. Bullshit. First off, my parents will specifically states that I was to go basically anywhere but the Dursleys. Second, if there were blood wards, they would have been nullified the first time the Dursleys beat me. When I was four. But there were no blood wards. You know why? Because my mother was adopted. But you knew that, didn't you?

"And then you withheld the prophecy from me and didn't give me training. You knew all along that I was the so-called 'Chosen One' and you did nothing to prepare me for the fight. For what? To give me a chance at a childhood? I lost my childhood the moment you placed me with the Dursleys.

"But, you know the worst part? The worst part is that you paid three people who hero worship you to become my friends. 'Packed full of muggles?' 'What is the platform?' If Mrs. Weasley had truly forgotten what the platform was, then the world would have ended. She went to Hogwarts and was sending off her sixth kid to the same school. And so you paid Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley to become my friends, and Molly Weasley to "mother" me. Out of my own vault, no less. You have a lot to answer for."

"That is a lot of guesswork, Mr. Potter."

"You want to swear on your magic that it's false?"

"Now, now, let's not be extreme, Mr. Potter."

"Exactly. Now, I believe this conversation is over," I said, standing up to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Potter. We still have to discuss your punishment for shooting another student."

This made me more furious than I could remember being in a while.

"So, you won't punish Malfoy for trying to rape someone, but you will punish me for stopping him? You're a sick bastard, you know that?"

"Violence is not tolerated, Mr. Potter."

"But rape is? Do you want me to go to the Ministry with a list of the crimes you've committed?"

"Mr. Potter, that is uncalled for."

"Ok, you know what? If Malfoy is expelled, I will attend one detention with Professor Reynolds. One."

"I do not think that students get to choose their own punishment. Malfoy will not be expelled, you will attend a month of detentions with Filch and you will hand over your gun."

"No, no and no. I'm not going to go over my objections to the first two again. And what makes my gun any different from my wand? I can do the same things with a wand. The gun is just more efficient. I'm done here, Dumbledore."

"Mr. Potter."

I ignored him, stood up and made to march out of the office. However, right before I reached the door, Fawkes flamed in and landed on my shoulder.

Hey Fawkes, I thought, directing my thoughts towards the phoenix as I stroked his feathers. You and me are going to have a talk later, alright?

He trilled and then said, yes, halfling, and flew over to his perch as I left the room.

September 4, 1997. Daphne's PoV.

The next time I saw Potter was right before DADA the next day. Everyone was crowded around the statue of Barnabas the Barmy, allowing Potter and Longbottom too easily sneak up to me and my friends without being noticed.

"Meet us back here after dinner. Bring the others," Potter whispered to me as he passed.

Honestly, I racked my brain trying to find a discreet way to respond. Seriously. But I couldn't find one.

So I pinched his bum instead.

I shot him a wide smile to which he responded with a look that was half scandalized and half horny. He continued walking, however, rubbing his bum the whole time. Mission accomplished.

Potter and Longbottom met us back by the statue that night, about half an hour after dinner. Potter looked extremely pleased with himself, and Longbottom had a smirk on his face that was no better. Like they needed an ego boost.

"You're late," commented Tracey, glaring at Potter.

"Fashionably so, I hope?" Potter asked, grinning.

"That only applies to parties mister," I responded.

"And who says this isn't?"

"The fact that there are only six of us here," said Sophia.

"Seriously, Potter, if that's your idea of a party, you're more hopeless than I thought," I snickered.

Potter ignored our comments and paced in front of the wall, much like Professor Reynolds had earlier in the day. A door was revealed, a plain, wooden door. Opening it, Potter led us into a cozy, well lit room. A fireplace stood at the end across from the door, while three large couches ringed around a large coffee table.

"Wow," I said, "Didn't know you were much of an interior decorator, Potter."

"Blame the room. I just asked for a place for all of us to talk."

"So," Blaise said after we sat down, "Why are we here instead of doing something productive?"

The grin quickly fell off of Potter's face, and he leaned forward, completely serious.

"I had an… interesting discussion with Dumbledore yesterday. Did you know that he'd rather punish me for stopping Malfoy than expel the ferret?"

"No, I couldn't tell," I said, rolling my eyes. "Did you really expect any different?"

"Not really," said Potter. "And the fact that I expected that makes it even worse. It's time, men, that Hogwarts had a new Headmaster."

"Men?" Tracey sounded indignant. "There's as many of you as there are of us."

"Actually, seeing the way that Potter acts, there's only two men in the room," said Sophia.

"Right, right. We have majority here."

"Can I continue please?" asked Potter, glaring playfully at the pair.

The two glared right back, but remained silent.

"Thank you. As I was saying, people, Hogwarts needs a new Headmaster. I don't want to inflict Dumbledork on any future generations."

"You make him sound like a disease," commented Longbottom.

"Oh, he is, he is. Now how to get rid of him?"

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