Title: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Adventures
Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi
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: Thanks to everybody who reviewed. You guys are awesome. Here’s the next chapter and its nice and long.
Ever since Harry had saved Hermione from the troll, they became really good friends. She was labelled traitor by many of the Gryffindors, but she didn’t really care anymore. Hermione and Harry would do homework together and debate many topics. The small Slytherin was happy that she wanted to be his friend. Hermione was picked on by Ron a lot, but she ignored him. Many of the Slytherins paid her no mind, and Professor Snape left her alone during Potions. Draco, however, grew envious of her.
Harry and Hermione were talking about magical creatures when Draco stormed out of the room. Harry, confused with why he was acting this way, followed the blonde.
“Draco, wait up!” he called.
The Malfoy turned around and scowled at him. “What is it?” he snapped. Harry was taken aback.
“I was wondering why you’ve been acting funny all week. Was it something I did?”
“You’re always around that mudblood!” Draco yelled, causing Harry to flinch. The blonde felt bad but didn’t do anything.
“Why did you call her that?”
“Because that’s what she is. That’s what you call people who were born muggles and were lucky enough to have magic.” Draco turned away from Harry, but the smaller boy stopped him from walking away.
“Are you saying that’s what my mum was? A mudblood?”
The blonde flinched at the pain in Harry’s voice. “It’s not tha—”
“So then what is it?”
“You wouldn’t make a big deal out of it if it were nothing.”
“YOU WERE MY FRIEND FIRST, AND THEN SHE STOLE YOU AWAY FROM ME!” Draco yelled.
Harry flinched again. “Is that what you think? That she stole me away from you?” Draco didn’t respond and Harry hugged him. “I’ll still be your friend, Draco. Do you think I can crawl into bed with Hermione if I had a nightmare? Do you think she’d be able to comfort me?”
Draco hugged Harry back. “I’m sorry. I guess I over reacted. And about the mudblood comment--”
“Don’t worry about it. Just don’t say it again. Agreed?”
Harry walked to the Great Hall with Draco, Blaise and Pansy. Today was their first Quidditch match and despite the fact that they had practiced a lot, they were still very nervous. As soon as they sat down for breakfast, Hermione came over. This wasn’t an odd occurrence anymore.
“Hi, Harry. Hi, Draco,” she said, sitting down next to Pansy. The two witches had also gotten close.
“Hey, Hermione,” the two boys said in unison. Draco nibbled on a waffle while Harry played around with his food. “You know, if you don’t eat breakfast then you won’t play very well. If you don’t play very well, you’ll lose the game. And if you lose the game, Flint and Professor Snape won’t be happy.”
Harry and Draco’s eyes widened and they started to eat. Who was it that said fear was a great motivator?
Madam Hooch entered the field. She was going to be refereeing the game. The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were hovering in the air. Harry and Draco had caused a ruckus when they entered the field. The crowd wasn’t expecting first years to be on the teams, and Gryffindor had shouted the unfairness of it all. Fred and George just grinned and mouthed to them, ‘Good luck’. Harry was extremely happy when he saw Lucius and Narcissa in the stands. His heart swelled with joy when he saw the banners his friends had made. One said ‘Potter for President’ and another said ‘Malfoy for Mayor’. At the bottom were green and silver snakes.
“Now, I want a nice clean game from ALL of you,” Madam Hooch said. Her gaze lingered on Marcus for a moment before releasing the golden Snitch and the Bludgers. She tossed the Quaffle in the air, and the game began. Lee Jordan, a friend of the twins and a Gryffindor, was doing the commentary.
“The Quaffle is taken by Terence Higgs, former Seeker for Slytherin before Potter slithered his way into—”
“JORDAN!” Professor McGonagall glared, daring him to repeat his comment.
“Sorry, Professor. Higgs passes the Quaffle to Malfoy, first year, Malfoy throws the Quaffle — Wood dives — misses — SLYTHERIN SCORES!” The Gryffindors voiced their disapproval while the Slytherins cheered to the heavens. Harry could see Lucius and Narcissa smile proudly. “Quaffle taken by Angelina Johnson, dodges speeding Bludger courtesy of Nicholas Taylor that slimy —”
Harry giggled. Jordan was pretty funny. The game went on for another hour. The score was now 60 to 20 with Slytherin in the lead. Draco was doing an awesome job. Harry hadn’t seen the Snitch — until now that is. He caught sight of the golden ball and started to chase after it. Harry almost caught it when his broom started to jerk, lifting him higher and higher. Nobody noticed his dilemma until Jordan commented on it.
“I think something’s wrong with Potter’s broom. That or he’s lost control — understandable for a first year. That’s why they aren’t allowed on the teams.”
Harry noticed briefly the Malfoys and his friends’ worried eyes. He tried to hold on and get control of his broom when his grip slipped, and Harry fell forward. There were gasps of horror as he held onto the broom with one hand. His Nimbus kept jerking, and he swung his other arm up. Harry’s eyes searched the crowds, looking for the source of his problem. The game went on, the Gryffindors not giving Slytherin a break, and the Slytherins not allowing the other team to score.
Harry saw Professor Snape staring at him, his eyes unblinking and his eyes unmoving. He saw Professor Quirrel in the same state. Harry was very happy when Hermione ‘accidentally’ knocked into the DADA professor. His broom stopped jerking, and he mounted it, flying towards the flash of gold. He sped up, going faster with his arm outstretched. Just as his hand was going to close around it, Wood left his post to crash into Harry. The Slytherin fell off his broom and onto the ground. He rolled around head over heels a couple of times before going on his hands and knees. Harry heaved as if he was going to throw up, when the Snitch came out of his mouth.
“Potter’s caught the Snitch! Slytherin wins 230 to 40.” Jordan sounded so disappointed that Harry almost felt bad for him. Almost.
“He didn’t catch it, he swallowed it!” Wood protested, but his cries went unheard. Flint and Taylor grabbed Harry and put him over their shoulders. He noticed Draco was on the shoulders of Pucey and Higgs.
“WE WON!” The Slytherin team cheered before leaving to shower up, while Draco and Harry went to see Narcissa and Lucius.
“You both were so great!” Narcissa squealed, kissing them both on the cheeks.
Lucius smirked. “Did you expect anything less from them?”
Harry and Draco blushed as pride rushed through their veins.
“Of course not. I knew they were going to do great,” Narcissa pouted. Harry saw their friends come toward them and waved.
“Narcissa, Lucius, I’d like you to meet my new friend.” He was so excited about introducing Hermione that he forgot to call them by their respected titles. Not that they minded. “Narcissa, Lucius, this is my friend Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. I’m pretty sure you’ve met Blaise and Pansy already.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.” Hermione said politely. Narcissa shook her hand.
“Kids these days are so polite. Please, call us Narcissa and Lucius. Right, dear?” Lucius nodded his head. “Since you’re a friend of Harry and Draco’s you’re more than welcome to visit the manor during Christmas.”
“Thanks.” Hermione smiled. The Malfoys weren’t so bad.
It was December 19, and Christmas was right around the corner. Harry hadn’t expected it to come so fast. He was still the smartest in all of his classes, followed by Draco, and then Hermione. They were only a couple points below him, so it didn’t really matter. The good thing was that Weasley had backed off. It probably had something to do with his mum coming up to school and embarrassing him in front of everyone in the Great Hall.
Lunch had started when the doors burst open. A red haired woman marched straight to Ron Weasley, who had paled, before yanking on his ear.
“RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY HOW DARE YOU! FIRST YOU WRITE SOMETHING AWFUL TO THE DAILY PROPHET! AND NOW YOU’VE GONE AND NEARLY GOT YOURSELF AND ANOTHER STUDENT KILLED?! YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF, YOUNG MAN, OR I WILL PUT YOU OVER MY KNEE!”
“Mum, it wasn’t my fault! Potter, he did use dark magic in Transfiguration and he did bewitch my broom! And I didn’t get that know-it-all Granger almost killed. She’s the one that was in the bathroom!” The woman glared fiercely at her son.
“SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN IN THE BATHROOM BUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PUT HER THERE! AND HOW DO YOU KNOW HARRY POTTER USED DARK MAGIC? PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL EXPLAINED TO ME THAT BECAUSE HE HAS A STAFF, HE DOES NOT NEED TO DO WAND MOVEMENTS! DID YOU BOTHER TO CONSIDER THAT? YOU WERE BORN AND RAISED IN THIS WORLD, I SUGGEST YOU START ACTING LIKE IT! ANOTHER THING, YOUR TEACHERS HAVE TOLD ME YOU’VE BEEN GIVING THEM LIP LATELY! I THOUGHT I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THAT!!!”
She led him from the Great Hall by his ear. The student body were frozen with shock and mechanically finished their meal. Nobody knew for sure what happened, but it was clear that Weasley kept shifting in his chair for a week.
Harry cast a quick Tempus charm. It was 10:42. He couldn’t sleep since he was so excited about going to the manor for Christmas. Winter break would start tomorrow and it would end the second week on January. Getting up, he grabbed his staff and put on his slippers. Perhaps a walk will help him get sleepy. Harry tapped his staff on the ground and cast an invisibility charm he had found in the books he had gotten from the library. Hopefully nobody would catch him.
He walked around and let his thoughts swallow him. His mind first wandered around the three headed dog on the third floor corridor he, Draco and Hermione had accidentally stumbled upon.
Harry, Draco, and Hermione were walking up the stairs. They had just come back from Potions. Harry and Draco were going to walk Hermione up to the Gryffindor common room. That’s when the staircases decided they wanted to change.
“What’s happening?” Draco asked, gripping onto the rail.
“The staircases change, remember?” Hermione said. The staircases stopped before a wooden door.
“Let’s go before the staircases move again.” They walked through the door only to realise they were in the third floor corridor. “We should probably go back.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “It’s Filch’s cat! We’ll get in trouble.”
Draco grabbed Harry and Hermione’s arms, leading them down the corridor. He tried opening the door, only to find it wouldn’t budge. He took out his wand.
“Alohomora,” he whispered, opening the door and gesturing the other two in. Harry looked around the room they were in and froze. His companions noticed and were going to ask him what the matter was when they saw the problem. Three heads looked at them.
“Nice doggie,” Harry said. One head was cocked his way and he shakily petted it. The dog let out a contented purr and their eyes closed.
“How are you doing that, Harry?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know but I’ve always been able to calm animals,” was the reply. When the coast was clear, they went to leave. The three headed dog whimpered. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back soon.” Before leaving, Harry caught sight of a trap door. What could be under there?
Harry glanced ahead of him. His feet had led him to some unused corridor. At the end of it was a mirror. Walking toward it, he saw inscriptions at the top. It read: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Harry quickly realised the words were backwards for: I show not your face but your heart’s desire. He looked into the mirror and his heart stopped.
Two people were looking at him, a man and a woman. The man had black hair and hazel eyes while the woman had red hair and green eyes. These were the people from his dream; these were his parents. Instinctively, Harry reached out and touched the glass. The woman, his mum, smiled warmly at him. Harry smiled back. Looking closer into the mirror, he realised there were people in the background. They were Narcissa, Lucius and Draco. The Malfoys smiled at him and he reached out for them too. His heart swelled with happiness.
The Slytherin jumped out of his skin and whirled around. “Headmaster! I’m sorry I didn’t see you. Wait, how can you see me?”
The elderly man smiled at him. “Your invisibility charm wore off. I must say, though, it was very clever of you. Perhaps you should apply one with a longer duration?” Albus’ eyes twinkled as Harry blushed.
“I’m sorry, sir. I just couldn’t sleep and decided to go for a walk.”
“Quite all right, Harry. Tell me something: do you know what this mirror does?”
“It shows your heart’s desire.”
“Yes, it does. The happiest man in the world can look in this mirror and see himself exactly as he is.”
“What do you see, sir?” Harry asked after a moment of hesitation.
Dumbledore smiled at him. “I see myself holding a pair of thick, woollen socks.” The old man smiled jovially. “One can never have too many socks. Alas, I am old and people have found it fitting to give me books. Bleh!”
Harry giggled. “I suppose maybe this year you’ll get the socks?”
“Perhaps.” Albus turned serious again. “Harry, this mirror will be moved during Winter Break. I ask that you do not look for it when you return. This mirror has driven people mad, causing them to waste away in front of it. The Mirror of Erised, that is what it is called, gives us neither truth nor knowledge.” He patted Harry on the shoulder before leaving. Harry, taking one final glance at the mirror, left as well.
“Harry, how late did you stay up?” Draco asked as Harry yawned for the hundredth time. They were in a compartment on the train.
“You should really get more sleep. It’s not healthy to stay up late,” Hermione chastised. Harry nodded absentmindedly as his head began to droop and his eyes began to close.
“Harry, get up! We’re at the station.” Draco shook Harry awake. The smaller boy yawned and stretched before getting up and following Draco out of their compartment. Pansy and Hermione were talking while Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Remember to write and I’ll see you sometime over break!” Hermione said, hugging each of her friends before leaving to go find her parents. Pansy and Blaise also parted with them, and the two boys went to find Narcissa and Lucius. The two Malfoys were spotted, and Harry and Draco were going to go to them when somebody stopped them. Harry turned around and paled. Draco, however, was a bit more on the rude side.
“What do you want, you fat lard?” he sneered.
The fat man glared at him. “Shut up, you little freak,” he hissed.
Harry flinched. He looked at the fat man fearfully. “What do you want, Uncle Vernon?”
A/N: I am so evil for leaving it here, I know. But I should update by tomorrow so you’ll find out what happens soon.