A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Sercond Year: the Feast

Harry smiled as he sat down at the Slytherin table. Ronald still glared whenever Harry caught his eye, but he could handle that. He waited quietly for Blaise to notice him, he had actually grown a fair bit in the summer. He was now 5 foot even. He was pretty happy, simply because he wasn't as short as a first year anymore. He resembled a second year, another thing that had changed was his hair. He assumed it was a latent effect of the familial bond with the Weasley family, but now his hair had auburn streaks running throughout it. His dad thought it was brilliant, Harry liked it as well, although he was thankful he had kept some of the darker color. He sat patiently as the old man prattled on, only to feel worry when he saw the new defense professor, something seemed off about him. Finally his friend looked gasping in shock at the way his appearance had changed "hello how are you? Are you all right?" Draco asked calmly Blaise merely continue to patiently wait for his answer while Harry replied, " of course I am. I spent the holiday with my father and I got to see my two best friends. How were your holidays?" The boys replied both at the same time that "It was perfect. It was great" Harry smiled happy that his friends had enjoyed their holidays. With that they continued with the feast and laughed throughout the night. Once in their dorms they swiftly drifted off to sleep, once again all in the same bed.