Title: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Adventures
Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi
Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Humour
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.
Beta: Indie
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: Thanks for the lovely reviews. For the people wondering why I made Millicent the bad guy: well, originally I was going to have her be their friend. However, everything was WAY too perfect. I was also going to make Ron good, but I decided he’s better as a jerk. I’m not too sure about Hermione yet. More than likely, she’ll be good. Also, to the people wondering why Harry and Draco’s circle of friends didn’t object because their parents are Slytherins, I have a slight twist to that. Please be patient. Anyways, enough of my babble. Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Harry Potter: Slytherin!
By: Rita Skeeter
Citizens of the Wizarding world, it is to my great shame to tell you that Harry Potter, defeater of He-Who-must-Not-Be-Named, has been sorted into Slytherin. As you all know, Slytherin is one of the Hogwarts houses. There have been accusations that this house practices dark magic. This reporter had an exclusive interview with Mr. Potter’s muggle relatives.
“He always ruined everything wherever we went! He turned my husband into a rat!” said Petunia Dursley, aunt of Mr. Potter.
“Potter was a waste of space. He stuffed me in the cupboard under the stairs so that he could eat all the food in the fridge!” wailed Dudley Dursley, cousin of Mr. Potter.
All of these statements have been proven true. There was a room full of broken toys that had once belonged to Mr. Potter. Due to the evidence found at Mr. Potter’s home, this reporter decided to question some class mates of Mr. Potter.
“He used dark magic in Transfiguration.” Ronald Weasley, first year Gryffindor, wrote in a letter to the Daily Prophet. “He uses this stick thing and thinks he’s better than everybody else. When Bulstrode took my friend Neville’s Rememberall, I went to take it from her. Potter somehow bewitched my broom and made me fall so he and Malfoy could take the credit.”
The Malfoys are a dark Wizarding pureblood family, and it is believed that Mr. Lucius Malfoy was under the Imperious curse during the First War. Is our hero going dark?
Harry dropped Blaise’s copy of the Daily Prophet in shock. What had he done wrong? Why was this Rita Skeeter making him out to be a bad person? School had been going great. He was passing all of his classes with the highest grades. Looking at the Gryffindor table, he noticed the youngest Weasley boy smirking smugly at him. Harry didn’t realise how badly he was shaking until Draco gave him a one-armed hug.
Tears threatened to come forth, but Harry absolutely refused to let them fall. Like hell he was going to give Weasley the pleasure of seeing him cry. He gripped his staff tightly until his knuckles turned white. His sadness and self-loathing turned to anger. Glasses started to shake and windows broke. Screams filled the air as Harry’s body shook.
“Harry, calm down!” Draco yelled. Harry closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. It wouldn’t do well to destroy the Great Hall. Plus, he didn’t want to hurt Draco or everybody else who didn’t do anything. Everything stopped and Harry calmly walked towards Weasley who nearly wet himself.
“How. Dare. You.” He gritted out. “You stupid jealous git, how dare you! What did I do to make you hate me so much!? Is this because of my being in Slytherin? I recommend you get over it or find yourself a new saviour. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?”
The red head glared at him.
“You’re supposed to be the hero of this world, and you’re in Slytherin! Everybody in Slytherin is dark. Don’t you get that? And you can’t tell me what to do! Besides, you don’t belong here, you freak! You should just get out.”
“MR. WEASLEY THAT IS ENOUGH! HOW DARE YOU! THE AUDACITY YOU HAVE TO TELL A STUDENT THAT THEY DON’T BELONG HERE! YOU ARE NOT THE HEADMASTER OF THIS SCHOOL!” Professor McGonagall screeched. She went up to Weasley and grabbed his ear, twisting it and yanking it harshly.
“Ow!” the red head whined.
“You be quiet, Mr. Weasley. Just wait till I speak with your mother!” Professor McGonagall glared at him. Harry walked over to the Slytherin table, grabbed his stuff, and left with Draco to Herbology.
Harry sighed in annoyance. All day, people have been giving him funny looks and whatnot. It was highly agitating. While most of the Gryffindors gave him dark looks, the Hufflepuffs gave him sympathising looks and the Ravenclaws gave him calculating looks. The Slytherins gave him blank looks, knowing it wasn’t any of their business. Bulstrode, however, chose to comment every single opportunity she had.
“I always knew you’d be a spoiled brat, Potter.”
“You should’ve been a Gryffindork, Potter.”
Harry had enough and went to the library during lunch. Of course, he told Draco so that the blonde wouldn’t have a panic attack. The small Slytherin was reading quietly when two red headed boys came into view.
“Hello there. I’m Gred—” one said.
“And I’m Forge—” the other said.
“And we’re the Terror Twins,” they finished together.
“We just wanted to—”
“Apologise for what ickle little—”
“Ronnikens did to you.”
“It was seriously not—”
“Right. He’s always been—”
“The jealous prat.”
“Do you think you—”
“Could not judge our family—”
“Based on what he did?”
“Honestly, we were almost—”
“Sorted into Slytherin—”
“Ourselves.”
“So, how about it?” The first one held out his hand.
“Friends?” The second one also held out his hand. Harry had to pick up his jaw. That was seriously freaky yet so cool!
“Er…OK?”
The twins smiled. “Great! We’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.” They left the library and Harry shook his head before grinning. For some reason, he felt warm and fuzzy inside. Somebody outside his house wanted to be friends with him! Grabbing his stuff, Harry exited the library quickly. As soon as he left, he quite literally ran into Professor Snape.
“Gah! I’m so sorry, Professor. Are you all right?” Harry asked quickly, trying to help the Potions Master off the floor.
“Why weren’t you at lunch, Mr. Potter?” Severus asked, his eyes narrowing. Trying to remember that Professor Snape wasn’t his uncle, Harry answered in a meek voice.
“I didn’t want to be gawked at. And I wasn’t too hungry.”
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. “Come to my office, Mr. Potter,” he commanded.
“What is this?” Harry asked, holding the green vial that was thrusted into his hands.
“A nutrient potion. You are severely malnourished and underweight. I should’ve given this to you sooner. You are to drink this potion before every single meal from now on. I will provide it. Is that understood?” Severus explained. Harry nodded his head. “Also, you are not to skip any more meals. Narcissa would have both our heads.”
“Yes, sir.” Harry hesitated slightly. “Sir, will the Wizarding world find out what really happened? At the Dursleys’ house I mean.” Severus sighed.
“I’m not sure. Hopefully they won’t and hopefully nobody else will find out. Last thing before you go…” Severus got up and walked towards a closet. He pulled out two long packages. “One is for you, one is for Draco.”
“What are they, sir?” Harry asked, shocked that he received a gift.
“Nimbus 2000’s so you can beat Gryffindor. Do not show this to anybody but Draco. Your Quidditch match is in November. You will use this broom only to train. Do NOT let anybody find out you’re on the team.”
It is now October 31; nearly two months since the Daily Prophet wrote that article about Harry. Of course, they wrote more but people eventually stopped reading them. Harry, Draco, Pansy and Blaise were doing well in all of their classes since Harry pushed them all to do their best. They weren’t as close to Crabbe and Goyle like they were before. Not since the day Harry had over heard them talking in the Owlery.
“Did you get it?” Crabbe asked. Harry, who had just walked in to send Narcissa a letter, quickly hid behind a large curtain.
“Yeah. Make sure nobody is here,” Goyle said quietly. Crabbe looked around before locking the door.
“Read it aloud.”
“Yeah, yeah, relax.” Goyle cleared his throat before reading the letter in his hands:
My son,
You have done an excellent job at gathering the information. Well done. While it is good, we need more. The Dark Lord’s inner circle needs more information on Lucius Malfoy. See what you can pump out of Draco. Remember, if you do this, the Dark Lord will be pleased. Also, get information on Snape. We are not sure if his loyalties truly lie within the Dark Lord. Make sure you and Vincent also collect information on Harry Potter. The Dark Lord will be pleased with that, and you will most definitely get a reward.
Your Father.
“We still have to pretend to be friends with those losers,” Crabbe growled.
“Yes, but think of the reward we’ll get.” Both left the owlery after burning the letter, unaware of Harry who remained frozen behind the curtain.
Harry put his quill and ink away, now done with his Defence Against the Dark Arts homework. He had been so excited to take that class, only to discover it was a joke. Not only was Professor Quirrel creepy, but also his scar burned every time their eyes met. Harry hadn’t told anybody, not wanting to worry them unnecessarily. Glancing at the clock, he discovered it was time for dinner. Draco was working with Blaise on an assignment for Transfiguration.
Harry walked towards the Great Hall. Because of the nutrient potion, he had filled out more. Unfortunately, it did nothing for his growth. He sat down near the middle of the table, and Draco sat next to him a moment later. Dinner appeared on the tables, and everybody dug in. Harry absentmindedly noted that Granger and Quirrel weren’t there. The Great Hall was loud with chatter when the door burst open.
“TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!” Professor Quirrel yelled, running towards the staff table. “Thought you ought to know.” The man fainted and everybody screamed as thunder crashed.
“SILENCE! Everybody, do not panic. Prefects, lead your houses to their dormitories. Teachers, follow me to the dungeons.” He was about to leave when he stopped. “Slytherins, follow the Hufflepuffs.” Who’s he?
As Harry left the Great Hall, he noticed Weasley talking to Finnigan. Nobody noticed him leave the line of Slytherins.
“We have to go save the know-it-all. She’s still stuck in the bathroom,” The red head whispered loudly.
“What do you mean ‘we’? You’re the one who said those things and made her stay in the bathroom all throughout lunch.” Finnigan shook his head and followed the rest of the Gryffindors.
“Fine, I’ll save Granger myself and when I get a medal of honour, you’ll be sorry!” Weasley ran to the girl’s bathroom where the troll and Granger were.
Harry followed him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold off a troll. While he couldn’t hold one off either, he at least knew how to stop one from attacking. Entering the bathroom, he saw Weasley knocked cold, and Granger trying to get away from the troll that was prepared to strike. Without thinking, Harry jumped in front of her and got down on his hands and knees, bearing his neck in a submissive position. He grabbed Granger and forced her to do the same.
“This is the leader of a group of trolls. If you show that you are submitting to him, he will back off,” he whispered to her.
“How do you know he’s the leader?” Granger asked tearfully.
“Do you see that mark on his forehead? All leaders have that. Just stay still,” Harry whispered back.
The troll looked at them stupidly before sitting down. He felt Harry’s power roll off him in waves and knew this boy was superior to him. To have the boy bow down to him felt wrong. The troll grabbed Harry and Granger’s arms, forcing them out of their position. He then put his hands on his sides. Harry hesitantly touched the troll on his forehead, going over the strange club-shaped marking. He motioned Granger to do the same. They were showing their thanks by doing this. Harry’s eyes met the troll’s.
‘Go home,’ he whispered in his mind. The troll seemed to understand him and got up. It walked out of the bathroom and slowly made its way to the entrance of the castle. Harry watched it leave and sighed in relief. Granger looked at him.
“How did you know how to do that?” she asked, her voice filled with awe.
“I read it in a book.” She nodded her head and looked at Weasley.
“Why were you in here?” Harry questioned curiously. Granger’s eyes filled with tears.
“Ron, he told me that I didn’t belong here. That I was a know-it-all. I had corrected his wand movements in Charms.”
Harry nodded, remembering that scenario. Before they could do anything else, the teachers came.
“What happened?” McGonagall screeched. Harry and Granger looked at each other before filling them in. Needless to say, Ronald Weasley would have detention for a very long time.
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