The Re-sorting Hat - Remastered edition!

Forgiven and Forgotton

After a silence, Malfoy's warm body shifted, to Harry's disappointment, and then broke free and rolled to the side where he muttered crude words mixed in with Potter and privacy. They didn't talk to each other when they walked almost nervously down to the common room and as expected all heads turned. Malfoy rose his voice and rose his wand "Anyone who says anything about the incident will find their genitals promptly sliced off, mashed up and force fed to them" and with that he stomped off dragging Blaise by the arm with him whispering frantically leaving Harry to fend for himself.

Not wanting to partake in the staring contest that was the common room Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out too but instead of heading down to breakfast he went to the library where he tried in earnest to finish any homework due for that day. He avoided thinking about the incident as much as possible, which ended up being a majority of the time. Every so often he would glance over and find Malfoy already staring at him with a distinct pink tinge to his cheeks. he rest of the day went uneventfully, either the Slytherins all really valued their genitals or were too scared to say anything with Malfoy stomping about glaring at everyone who dared cross his path. 

No one even bothered him at lunch, although that included Ron who was shooting him worried glances every so often, Harry just shrugged in response and picked at food on his plate. At the end of his last lesson of the day he noticed a warm glow in his pocket changing the time and date of the next meeting, a quick glance meant it was at 5pm...one hour and a half before Harry's detention with Snape.

The club was going extremely well. Surprisingly he found teaching the other students went better than expected and he actually enjoyed it. It was a boost to his self-doubt that he was fairly adept at spell work when it came to defensive spells. They were practicing on Dummies the room had conjured up.

"So the next spell is Expelliarmus, it's basically disarming the opponent of their wand - Neville you try first" Neville swallowed nervously and then pointed his wand saying 'expelliarmus' and then finding instead of the opponent's want being disarmed he found his own disarmed almost hitting the line behind him on the head. He ducked his head and went to retrieve it, Harry gave him a reassuring smile. The rest managed to successfully disarm the dummy, Ginny doing it so well the dummy's hand almost blew off! Harry made a note to never get between her and a bad day.

He checked his watch. Oh no. 5 minutes to get to Snape. "Okay guys, that's it for today, good job everyone!" Then he left quickly, looking both ways before scurrying off to his doom. He was sweating by the time he had skirted to a stop in front of the potions classroom. He took a breath to prepare himself.

"Late, Mr Potter" He drawled after Harry entered, while dumping two manky looking cauldrons in front of Harry which had moving things in them, they looked like garden slugs expect they reeked of well nothing pleasant. "You are to sort the slugs into groups, black horned or blue toothed. When you are done I will attempt Occlumency on your feeble mind again" and with a swish of his black robes and greasy hair he walked out leaving Harry with separating slimy slugs.

It was gross and painful work as the slugs were determined to bite him at all opportunities and it reminded him of sorting through Dudley's socks; slimy and stinky. Eventually they were sorted, Harry sat down for a second, casting a 'scourgify' on the slime and pressing a tissue to the small sharp bites to stop the bleeding. The scourgify did manage to rid his hands of the smell at least. Then Snape had stormed back in the room and the whole process of trying to block him from certain memories started.

Flash! Picking up Tom Riddles diary.
Flash! Flying the Hippogriff.
Flash! Part of a nightmare.
Flash! Looking in the mirror of Erised and seeing his mum and dad look down on...No! He tried pushing back. Then it stopped, falling to the ground again Harry growled "That's private"