Title: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Adventures
Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi
Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: AU. Harry gets sorted into Slytherin, befriends people from all the houses, and is on his way to becoming the most powerful wizard in the world.
Warnings: spoilers for the first book, mention of child abuse, OOC-ness, Slytherin!Harry, AU, fluff, Nice!Slytherins, cursing, etc.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. I do not make a profit from this; I just borrow the characters to put into my take on a clichéd plot. Copyright infringement is not intended, and some of the details can be found in a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerers/Philosophers Stone.
A/N: I’d like to thank everybody who has reviewed so far. Just a quick response to something somebody sent to me:
“ew they are only eleven bloody hell O.O! how can you write a harry/draco story where they are eleven thats just plain sick (nothing against the pairing, only the age)”
Well, I know they’re only eleven which is why there won’t be any slash yet. If you had read the summary, you would notice that it said Future Slash. Future as in not present. The slash will come around fourth or fifth year. Where did you get the idea that the slash was happening now? Please don’t send me something like this when the answer is right in front of you. It’s very rude and makes you seem ignorant. I thank you for your input/concern, though.
I hope you enjoy the fifth chapter.
Chapter 5
Harry and Draco went to the Great Hall for dinner at 6:30. So far, their classes have gone wonderfully. Herbology was OK and they were ten points richer. After their lunch break, they had History of Magic with the Ravenclaws. Many people fell asleep. Harry, however, took notes since he wanted to pass all of his classes. At the Dursleys, he wasn’t able to pass anything and now that he was free, he was going to show everybody how smart he was. Transfiguration was cool too. Harry felt that that class was a second favorite of his. Plus, Weasley got in trouble.
“Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn here at your stay in Hogwarts. If you do not take this class seriously, you will leave and not come back. You have been warned.” Professor McGonagall said after she took role.
To demonstrate her point, she transfigured her desk into a pig. The class buzzed with excitement. Maybe they’d get to turn there textbooks into animals and ‘forget’ how to turn them back. To their disappointment, all they did was write down a bunch of notes. Harry soaked in all of the information like a sponge. Soon, everybody was given a match to turn into a needle. Professor McGonagall gave Harry a pointed look, at a loss as to how he was going to perform the spell.
“Don’t worry, Professor, I know how to use it.” He assured her. She nodded and proceeded to give directions. By the end of class, only Harry, Draco, and Granger managed to change their matches into needles.
“Well done, Ms. Granger. Five points to Gryffindor. And well done Messrs. Potter and Malfoy. That’s five points to Slytherin each.”
“He thinks he’s so bloody awesome because he has that stick and we don’t. Show off.” Weasley whispered, which wasn’t really a whisper since everybody heard him.
“Do you have something to say, Mr. Weasley?” Professor McGonagall asked.
“He’s using dark magic, Professor. There’s no way he could’ve transfigured the match into a needle without any wand movements!” the red head whined.
“I do not know how you came to that conclusion Mr. Weasley but I assure you Mr. Potter has not used any dark magic. Please refrain from making wild accusations in my class or you’ll find yourself out of it!” Professor McGonagall snapped.
Chewing on a piece of steak, Harry briefly went over in his head what he homework he had. For Potions, they were assigned a foot on the importance of following instructions. For Herbology, they had six inches on the properties of the Bella root. For History of Magic, they didn’t have anything. Lastly, for Transfiguration, they had to prepare for a quiz that would take place next Monday. Harry snapped out of his thought sequence when Draco nudged him. Looking up, he noticed Weasley and Finnigan heading over to their table. Many Slytherins growled at the Gryffindors.
“What do you want now, Weasley?” Harry asked, annoyed. The red head had been bugging him all day.
“No ‘hello’ Potter? I suppose if you had had a mother, she would’ve taught you manners.” Harry’s nostrils flared. “I came here to challenge you to a duel. Midnight at the trophy room. Do you accept?”
“Yes.” Harry snarled.
“Good. My second is Dean. Whose yours?”
“Draco. See you at midnight.” Weasley merely sneered and walked away. He didn’t notice Harry lightly tap his staff on the ground. Weasley was now sporting green hair, silver skin, and on the back of his robes said, “I HEART SLYTHERINS!” Nobody bothered to tell him and he was left wondering why everybody was laughing at him. Blaise looked at Harry.
“Do you even know how to duel?” he asked.
“No, that is why Professor Snape is going to get an anonymous tip stating that some Gryffindors will be out of bed after hours.” Harry said dryly. The Slytherin table heard this and started chuckling and smirking. Maybe Potter wasn’t so bad. He certainly proved that he was somewhat Slytherin.
“Brilliant Harry! What’re you going to do after dinner?” Draco asked, grinning at Harry’s genius plan.
“I’m going to get started on my homework and I’m also going to skim some of my Charms books.”
“Harry! The school year just started! Why must you go over the books?” The blonde whined.
“Because I want to. Besides, if Professor Flitwick asks a question, I can answer it and probably earn some house points. It wouldn’t hurt if you did the same.” Blaise grinned.
“Nice argument there, buddy.” He sniggered when Draco mock-glared at him.
“Oh, guys! There was a notice on the board. Tomorrow during our Free period, we have flying lessons. The only problem is that it’s with the Gryffindors.” Pansy informed from her spot next to Blaise.
“Why does the Headmaster insist we spend time with those idiots?” the Italian moaned.
“It’s supposed to encourage house unity.” Marcus said, chewing on his chicken thigh.
“That’s not going to work. A) We’re just too different and B) They think we’re all evil and out to destroy the world.” Harry said.
“Too right you are.”
Transfiguration the next day was cool. Weasley got in trouble again for talking and passing notes in class. He was also still sporting the new look, since nobody wanted to help change him back. History of Magic was boring, but Harry forced himself to stay awake and take notes. After lunch, they had Charms which interesting.
“Hello class. My name is Professor Flitwick; welcome to Charms! Before we begin, let us call role.” Professor was short and his voice was squeaky. He had to stand on top of a stack of books on his desk for everybody to see him. As soon as he reached Harry’s name, he let out an exited squeal and toppled over his desk. While everybody laughed at him, Harry went to go help the tiny Professor, earning Slytherin five points.
Harry and Draco walked quickly towards the school grounds. They were meeting their friends there. It was time for their first flying lesson, so they left their wand (or staff for Harry) at their dorm. Harry couldn’t wait to see what Madam Hooch had to say about his flying.
“Harry, Draco, over here!’” Blaise called. The two Slytherins walked over to him. Before they could talk, Madam Hooch came. She had short gray hair and yellow haw-like eyes.
“Good afternoon class. Welcome to your first flying lesson. What are you waiting for? Everyone stand to the left side of your broomstick. Hurry up!” she barked. “Stick your right hand over the broom and say ‘UP’!” The students did as she said, but only a few were able to get their brooms to jump into their hand. Harry didn’t have to say anything, but only Draco noticed.
“Up!” Pansy said, annoyed. Her broom merely rolled over, as if it as mocking her.
“Pansy, maybe you should relax. The broom can sense your annoyance and it won’t cooperate with you. What you need to do is command it to jump into your hand. You have to want it to come to you.” Harry explained softly. Pansy looked surprised before doing as he suggested. To her surprise, it worked.
“Thanks Harry.” Madam Hooch noticed the exchange.
“Mr. Potter that was a wonderful explanation. Five points to Slytherin.” Harry blushed as other Slytherins clapped him on the back. Madam Hooch showed them how to mount their brooms and corrected the way people gripped the brooms. Weasley, however, refused to listen to her.
“My grip is just fine!” he practically growled.
“How long have you been flying Mr. Weasley?” Madam Hooch asked, her eyes narrowing.
“All my life. My grip is the same as the Chudley Cannons’ Keeper.” He responded arrogantly and smugly.
“Well, it’s no wonder they’ve lost for so long. Your grip is incorrect and if you don’t fix it, you’ll find yourself without flying lessons.” Harry and Pansy giggled behind their hands while the rest of the Slytherins openly chuckled and sniggered.
“Shut up!” Weasley growled at them, causing them to laugh even more.
“It’s not our fault you tried to show off and got schooled, weasel.” Harry responded. The Slytherins were chuckling so hard that Madam Hooch didn’t hear him and no points were taken away.
“Quiet down! Now, when I blow my whistle I’d like for you to kick off the ground hard. Keep you brooms steady, hover, and then come forward by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two —” Longbottom, the nervous and clumsy boy, kicked off the ground before she even blew her whistle.
“Neville, what are you doing?” Granger shrieked.
“Come back down this instant!” Madam Hooch tried to gain control of the situation, but wasn’t succeeding. Longbottom soon crashed into a wall and fell. There was a THWACK! The class winced at the sound.
“Broken wrist.” Harry whispered, remembering clearly how that sounded. You could hear Madam Hooch say that a moment later.
“Everyone is to stay here while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. If I see a single broom in the air when I get back, the one riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say ‘Quidditch’. Understand?” She wrapped her arm around the Gryffindors waist and led him to the castle. As soon as they were out of sight, Bulstrode burst into laughter.
“Stupid idiot. Can that boy do anything right? First he blows up a cauldron and now he breaks a wrist! I suppose next he’ll make himself disappear?” she laughed cruelly along with a few others. Glancing on the ground, she found the Rememberall that Longbottom had received at lunch. “Maybe he should’ve remembered to go back in time and make sure he was never born?”
“SHUT UP YOU POSH COW!” Weasley bellowed.
“Or what? You’ll do something?” she sneered. Bulstrode swung her foot over her broom and flew in the air. “Well? Aren’t you going to come get it? Predictable Gryffindorks.” Weasley followed her in the air, ignoring Granger’s protests. He tried to get the round object and instead succeeded in falling from his broom. Weasley landed on his bum in front of everyone and blushed bright red as everybody started to laugh. Harry and Draco mounted their brooms and flew right in front of Bulstrode.
“Give it here; you’ve had your fun!” Harry exclaimed, showing the confidence that he didn’t feel. She sneered at him.
“Looking after the Gryffindorks, Potter? Guess you’re not a real Slytherin after all.”
“It has nothing to do with my Sorting. It does, however, have to deal with you being cruel and cold-hearted. Give the Rememberall here.” Draco tried to get it from her at the same time Harry did. Bulstrode panicked.
“Catch!” she yelled, throwing the Rememberall. Harry rushed after it and dived. He pulled up at the last minute, causing many people to scream. Draco whopped and flew towards him expertly. They started to fly around a bit, doing tricks and whatnot. Then, they returned to the ground.
“HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY!” Everybody turned to see Madam Hooch. “Never have I see— you both could’ve broken your— both of you come with me!”
“But, Professor, it wasn’t—”
“Hush Ms. Parkinson.”
“They were only just—”
“That’s enough Mr. Zabini.” As they were led away, Harry paused in front of Granger.
“You can give this to Longbottom.” He said softly. Granger just stared at him in shock.
“Professor Snape, Mr. Flint, could I borrow both of you for a moment?” Madam Hooch said, interrupting a Potions lesson. Both of them came out and looked at her expectantly. She rapidly gestured towards Draco and Harry, who went unnoticed until now.
“These two boys…are the best flyers I have ever seen since Charlie Weasley left Hogwarts! Mr. Malfoy could easily become a Chaser and Mr. Potter would make a great Seeker! I don’t know the full story because I was taking Longbottom to the hospital wing. When I came back, I saw these two boys performing stunts in the air as if they were professionals. Also, Mr. Potter dived in the air and did not pull back until the last second only to get Longbottoms Rememberall.” Madam Hooch left and Severus raised an eyebrow.
“You risked your neck to retrieve that? What is the whole story?” Draco stepped up.
“After she took Longbottom to the hospital wing, Bulstrode started making cruel jokes. Weasley got fed up and started screaming like a lunatic and tried to get it from her. Stupid hero wannabe. He isn’t that good a flyer and ended up falling on his bum. So, Harry and I got up to get it from her. She panicked and threw the Rememberall. Harry caught it and then we started to do tricks. Then, she came and took us here.”
“Where is the Rememberall now?” Severus asked.
“I gave it to Granger to give to Longbottom.” Harry responded. Severus nodded his head.
“ Flint, you’ll test them both tonight. Is that understood?” Marcus nodded.
“Maybe with them on the team, we’ll actually win this year.” Severus went to leave when Harry stopped him.
“Professor, tonight Weasley and Thomas will be in the trophy room at midnight.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“The fool challenged me to a Wizard’s duel with Thomas as his second and Draco as mine.” Severus smirked as did Marcus, who was waiting at the doorway. Potter just proved to be more Slytherin as the time passed.
Narcissa looked up. Apollo, an owl for the Malfoys, dropped a letter on her lap. She recognized her son’s neat scrawl and practically ripped open the letter. Lucius, who had just come in the living room, chuckled. Narcissa began to read aloud:
Dear Mother and Father,
I’m sorry I didn’t write to you right away. It slipped my mind with what’s been going on. I made Slytherin, although I guess that was expected. The thing is Harry made Slytherin too! Classes are going well. We have most of the classes with the Gryffindors though. They’ve been terrible. They feel that Harry should’ve been in Gryffindor. As if. Also, Bulstrode has been horrible. She makes fun of EVERYBODY and complains SO much. Honestly, she made fun of Harry because he’s short.
Weasley has been horrid too. The youngest male, that is. He looks for every opportunity to get all the Slytherins in trouble. You’d be pleased to know that none of his attempts have worked. Can you believe he called Uncle Sev a great big bat? Got five points off of Gryffindor. Harry earned fifteen points for Slytherin by answering all of his questions.
Weasley got so pissed off that he challenged Harry to a Wizarding duel. Thomas is his second and I’m Harry’s second. Harry really doesn’t know how to duel and instead is going to give Uncle Sev a tip about some Gryffindors being out of bed. It was brilliant! Weasley also insulted Harry. He said maybe if Harry had a mum he’d be more polite. When he turned around Harry turned his skin silver, his hair green, and the back of his robes said ‘I HEART SLYTHERINS!’ He doesn’t know how to take it off and nobody will do it for him.
During flying class, Weasley tried to prove he was ‘superior’ and made a fool of himself. Madam Hooch tried to make him change his grip since it was wrong and he refused. His grip was the same as the Keeper from the Chudley Cannons’. We laughed when she told him that’s why they keep losing. Weasley told us to shut up and Harry’s exact words were: “It’s not our fault you tried to show off and got schooled, weasel.”
Another note, Harry and I made the Quidditch team! What happened was Longbottom had fallen off his broom. Madam Hooch took him to the hospital wing. When they were gone, Bulstrode grabbed the Rememberall that Longbottom dropped and started making cruel jokes. Like: ‘He should’ve remembered to go back in time and make sure he was never born’. Weasley tried to play the hero and ended up falling off his broom, the idiot. Harry and I succeeded in getting the Rememberall and when Madam Hooch saw our flying, she told Professor Snape and Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain. After this test to see if we were good enough, we made the team.
I’ll owl you as soon as I can. Harry makes sure we do all of our homework the night it was assigned. He said something about his relatives making sure he was never better than his cousin who was stupid and now that they weren’t here, he would show everyone how smart he really was. Does that have anything to do with why he didn’t know anything about our world?
Your son,
Draco Malfoy
Narcissa looked at her husband.
“At least Harry’s not a Gryffindor.” She said quietly.
“That may be true, but what are we going to tell Draco?” he asked.
“I’m not sure dear. We’ll think of something, though.” Narcissa said thoughtfully.
A/N: I hope you like this chapter. Constructive critism is appreciated.