The Re-sorting Hat.

Read it, Control it, Unhinge it.

A\N things get a bit tense here...there is a little swearing.

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Wednesday evening came closer than Harry wanted, and soon he found himself standing in the dark and dingy Potions classroom in front of a scowling Professor Snape who was pacing back and forth.

"The Dark Lord's mind and yours are connected, He is not aware of this yet and I pray he remains ignorant. In the past it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, torturing them with nightmares and visions until he had every memory. Only then, when he had them literally begging for death would he kill them. You Mr. Potter are at risk of weakness, every memory he can invade makes him stronger."

"So he could read my mind?" Harry asked as a chill went down his spine, this was more serious than he had imagined.

"Yes Potter. He could read it, control it, unhinge it. In these lessons I will teach you Legitimacy, if used correctly can shield ones mind from invasion and influence of Legilimens, I will attempt to penetrate your mind. Prepare yourself. Legitimas!"

Harry barely had time to prepare himself, let alone know how to prepare himself when he felt his mind being invaded.

Flash! Hugging Hermione.
Flash! Cedric dying.
Flash! Talking to Hagrid.
Flash! Playing Quidditch.
Flash! Kissing...and then it was over, Harry fell to his knees, scraping them on the sharp rocked floor.

"Concentrate Potter, focus. You need to clear you mind. Up"

Harry got up, Snape had nearly seen, that would have been embarrassing and would have possibly killed his dignity. He discovered that the feeling of someone flipping through memories like a scrap book was one of the worst feelings Harry had ever felt, he felt raw and exposed. "Focus. Legitimas!"

Flash! Fighting Malfoy.
Flash! Hugging Sirius.
Flash! Part of a nightmare.
Flash! Talking to Malfoy.
Flash! Kissing...No. Harry didn't want him to see that, he tried pushing back with his mind but the walls in his mind broke easily, too easily. Then he had fallen to the ground again, his scar was prickling, his head aching and his knees probably bleeding but at least Snape didn't see.

"Is this what you call control, Potter? Legitimas!"
And it went on like that for hours, Harry falling to the ground every time he tried to block memories.

"Your emotions are clouding your judgement, Control yourself! Legitimas!"

By the end of the evening Harry was exhausted and shaking, Snape saw no use in continuing and told him to clear his mind, saying he would check on the next lesson. He trugged out of the potions room and dragged himself to the Slytherin Dorms.

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"Harry!" Called Hermione from across the hall, rushing over to the Slytherin Table and pulling him up excitedly, whispering something that made Harry grin and then walk out of the great hall. Draco watched all of this with a scowl, what on earth were they up to?

"It's the room of requirement, it only appears at times of great need, even Hogwarts wants to help us" Hermione explained excitedly as Harry examined the mirror like walls and tiled floor.

"It's brilliant Hermionie, but how are we going to contact everyone? We'd be noticed if we always passed notes"

"That's why" she started, digging in her robes for something and dishing out some coins "I made these"

Harry took one, it looked like a normal galleon at first glance but it was different. "It has the time and date of meeting on this part and you can change it by doing this" Harry looked up and grinned enthusiastically. There really wasn't a thing their Hermione couldn't do.