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.
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 to everyone who reviewed. Sorry for the long wait, I had to baby sit this extremely cute and cuddly newborn baby named Aidan. (I totally forgot how loud they scream and how needy they are.) Plus, I just had a light case of Writer’s block. The court scene is extremely boring, so you can just skip that.
Chapter 9
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. The trial was still fresh in his mind.
“All rise for the honorable Judge Davis.” The bailiff said. Everybody in the court room stood as a pretty woman came in the room. She had black hair, hazel eyes, and was dressed in the Judge attire. The Malfoys and Harry were dressed in formal attire, and Harry was extremely nervous.
“You may be seated.” Judge Davis said. The lawyers presented their cases, each having made good points, before they began questioning. Stone stood up.
“I’d like to call Mr. Potter to the stand.”
Harry gulped slightly before standing up. Narcissa and Draco squeezed his hand. The Slytherin refused to look the Dursleys in the eye as he walked to the witness stand. He put his right hand over the bible and swore to tell the truth.
“Mr. Potter, can you tell us how your relatives treated you?”
“They weren’t nice.”
“Where did you sleep?”
“In the cupboard under the stairs.”
“Did your uncle or aunt ever make you do things? Like chores and things of that nature?”
“I had to do chores before Uncle Vernon got home.”
“What happened if you didn’t finish?”
“I got punished.”
“Who punished you and how?”
“Uncle Vernon punished me with the belt or his hands.”
“Did your aunt do anything?”
“Well, she’d yell at me and slap me. Once she hit me with the frying pan.”
“What did your cousin do?”
“He picked on me at school. I wasn’t allowed any friends. Everybody who had wanted to be my friend was chased away. And Dudley invented this game called ‘Harry Hunting’. He and his friends would chase me around the neighborhood and when they caught me, they beat me up.”
“Thank you, Harry. Nothing further.”
The Dursleys lawyer, Ashley Lesling, had black hair and blue eyes. Her suit was neatly pressed and she looked very professional. Her expression was cold.
“Mr. Potter, did the Dursleys ever give you anything? Food, clothing, etc.?”
“Yes, but—”
“So they provided for you.” She cut in.
“Sort of.”
“What do you mean sort of?”
“I mean I was given large hand-me-downs and I wasn’t allowed to eat more than a piece of stale bread.”
“But you still got food and clothing and shelter. Luxuries that many people don’t have. Tell me Mr. Potter, where do you go to school?”
“It’s a boarding school for the gifted in Scotland.”
“That’s funny because your Uncle told me you go to St. Brutus’ Academy for Incurably Criminal Boys.”
“My friend in the crowd, Draco, goes to the same school I do and it’s in Scotland. I don’t know any St. Brute Incurable school.”
“I have records,” she held up papers, “that say you went there since you were 9.” She gave the papers to him. Harry looked at them in confusion. His name was there, his picture was there, but he never went to this school. Scanning the paper, he realized what was off.
“That’s not my right birthday and that’s not my right name.” The papers said Harry Jake Potter, born on July 29, 1980. “My name is Harry James Potter and I was born on July 31, 1980.” The paper was snatched angrily from his hands.
“Do you have proof your uncle beat you? I do believe you just stated that he hit you when you didn’t finish your chores. That’s called discipline.”
“He did hit me and I do have proof.” Lesling stared at him.
“Nothing more for this witness.” Next, Vernon was called to the stand and Stone started to question him.
“Mr. Dursley, how would you describe living with Mr. Potter?”
“He was a freak that we should’ve left at an orphanage!”
“You hated your nephew?”
“Yes.”
“You wanted him to pay?”
“Yes.”
“So, you beat him and starved him?”
“Yes.” The crowd gasped. Vernon’s eyes widened at what he just revealed. “I-I mean no!”
“Mr. Dursley, may I remind you that you’re under oath?” Vernon glared at him.
“I know that!”
”So, why did you lie just now?”
“You don’t understand! That boy was freaky! Somebody had to put him in his place.”
“So you beat a child!?”
“I had to beat the magic out of him! The school he goes to is Hogwash School of Witch and Wizard Crafts!” The court room was client.
“Your honor, my client is clearly not sane—”
“Shut up you wretched woman! My husband is perfectly sane! That boy does go to the magic school! He does!” Petunia exclaimed loudly. Everything went downhill from that. Vernon and Petunia were sentenced to ten years in a mental hospital while Dudley was sent to Aunt Marge.
“Harry, are you OK?” Draco asked tiredly. Harry jumped, having forgotten that he shared a room with the blonde.
“I’m fine.” Draco gave him a look.
“No, you’re not. What’s bothering you?”
“I’m just thinking about the trial. How everything turned out. I just feel bad that Vernon and Petunia were sent to a mental hospital when they were telling the truth.”
“Harry, you don’t have to feel bad for them. Did they fell bad for you when they locked you in a cupboard or beat you?” Harry sighed and Draco hugged him.
“I get what you mean, but I can’t help but feel bad.”
Winter break was over and the boys were in a compartment on the train with their friends. Harry was thinking back on the incident at the Malfoy’s Annual Winter Ball.
“Harry, are you ready?” Draco called from downstairs. A ball was hosted at Malfoy Manor and lots of pureblooded people where going to be there plus Harry and Draco’s friends.
“Coming!”
Harry came down the stairs and Draco’s jaw dropped. Harry had on black robes with emerald stitching on the side. The sleeves had snakes on them and Largo lazed on his shoulder. The blonde blushed a little. His friend looked… cute.
“You ready?”
Harry nodded. He looked at Draco and his cheeks took on a light shade of pink. Draco was wearing black robes with silver lining and the back had a large silver dragon. Both entered the hall where the ball was to take place. A lot of people were already there, most of them Harry didn’t know.
“Draco! Harry!”
The boys turned around to see Pansy, Blaise, and Hermione. Pansy wore a cream dress that complimented her skin. It was down to her knees and clung loosely to her body. Blaise had on a set of black robes with brown lining. Hermione wore a pink dress that was down to her ankles. They were all dressed simply. Hermione hugged Harry while Pansy hugged Draco before they switched.
“We missed you so much!” they squealed in unison. One of the men standing near them looked at Hermione in distaste.
“What’s your family name?” he asked.
“Granger.” Hermione replied, confusion clear in her voice. The man glared at her.
“This is a ‘pureblood only’ ball. Mudbloods aren’t allowed so why don’t you get out of here? You’re violating my air.” The small group of friends looked at the man in shock before Harry glared at him fiercely. The lights started to flicker and everybody looked at them. Narcissa and Lucius made their way towards the group.
“How dare you say that to Hermione, you ignorant fool! Honestly, if there’s anyone that’s violating the air, it’s you and your ignorance! Stupid narrow-minded jerk!” The man’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me that way!” He went to get closer to Harry when Largo hissed at him. The man jerked back and his eyes were as big as saucers..
“Is there a problem here?” Lucius asked.
“Yes! This mudblood snuck into the ball and I was telling her to leave when this boy insulted me. You should have them thrown out of the party.” The man sniffed. Lucius smiled coldly.
“That ‘mudblood’ just so happens to be my son’s friend. She will not be leaving nor will the boy that defended her. Kindly remove yourself from the ball or I will do it for you Mr. Bulstrode.”
The train stopped at the station and everybody went back to school. Harry smiled as he entered the dungeons. He missed this place.
“I’m telling you, that three-headed dog is guarding the Sorcerer’s Stone!” Weasley whispered to Thomas. They were in the library looking over many books. Harry was on the other side of a bookcase, listening with rapt attention.
“How do you know?”
“Hagrid let slip that whatever was taken from Gringotts was between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel. Plus, I overheard Professor McGonagall asking the headmaster if the stone was safe.” Weasley sounded arrogant and smug.
“Where’s the three-headed dog?”
“He’s on the third floor corridor. I went in there and saw it. The thing almost bit me, but my courage made me escape in time. But, that’s beside the point! I think Snape is going to try to steal it.”
Harry smirked. Now he knew what Fluffy was guarding and he had a pretty good idea who wanted it, and the man was most definitely not Professor Snape.
Harry and Draco walked to Hagrid’s hut. They had detention with Hermione and weasel.
“Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, and Ms. Granger, detention with Hagrid tomorrow night at 8:00 sharp.” Professor McGonagall snapped. All four of them were fighting in the halls and were caught by her. Professor McGonagall gave them directions to where they were supposed to meet Hagrid for detention.
They hurried to the hut and knocked on the door. Harry and Draco thought it best that they take their wand/staff, but Harry left Largo at the dorms. A bark was heard and then the half-man came out. Hermione and Weasel were already there and then they all took off to the forest.
“W-wait, we’re not allowed in here!” Weasel protested, causing Harry, Hermione, and Draco to roll their eyes. So much for Gryffindor courage. Hagrid ignored him for the time being. They came to a stop at a pool of silver liquid. “What is that!?”
“This is what we came here for. This ‘ere is unicorn blood. Somethin’ has been killing ‘em off. We need to find out what that is. Ron, Hermione, you come with me. ‘Arry, you go with Draco over there. If you run into any trouble, shoot out red sparks.”
Harry and Draco nodded before leaving, giving Hermione sympathetic looks. They were walking around when Harry stopped.
“Harry, what is it?” Draco asked.
Harry didn’t say anything and Draco followed his line of vision. There, a couple feet away, was a unicorn with something sucking on its neck. Silver blood ran from the things lips as it looked up. Fear gripped the hearts of both young boys and they remained frozen as the thing came closer to them.
Without thinking, Harry snapped out of it and slammed his staff on the ground. A blue-ish bubble surrounded them. The thing put his hands to it before jerking them away and screeching. The bubble burned its hands. The thing shrieked again before leaving. The bubble was dropped and Harry ran to the unicorn, who was barely breathing. Draco followed him.
“Is it going to be alright?” the blonde asked. Harry tapped his staff on the ground and a green-ish light surrounded the unicorn. The wound healed and the unicorn stood up.
‘Thank you.’ It said in Harry’s mind. The small Slytherin nodded. ‘I’d like to give you a gift to show my gratitude. Do you have anything to hold liquid? I’m going to give you two things.’
Harry summoned two vials and the unicorn cried in one. Then, he scratched his leg with his horn and bled into the other vial. Unicorn blood and tears were very valuable. They only worked in potions if they were given of their own free will. Should you take/steal them, the cauldron would blow up.
‘Thank you.’ Harry said in his mind, holding the gifts in wonder. The unicorn nodded and left. The two boys started to head up to Hagrid’s hut. When Hermione’s group came back, everybody left to Hogwarts. Harry told Hermione he would explain things to her tomorrow. The Slytherin’s went to their dorms and Harry crawled into bed with Draco.
“Harry, what do you think that thing was?” Draco whispered.
“I don’t know. Draco, could you hold me?” The blonde looked at him in surprise before realizing Harry was trembling.
“What’s the matter?”
“That thing might’ve been Voldemort. What if he needs the stone to come back to life? He’ll kill me! I don’t wanna die.” Harry felt a few tears escape.
“What stone?”
“The Sorcerer’s Stone that Fluffy is guarding. He wants it. The stone can turn metal into gold and can turn somebody immortal.” Draco hugged Harry tightly.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you die and neither will Pansy or Blaise or Hermione or mum or dad.” Harry didn’t say anything. Looking down, Draco noticed Harry fell asleep. The blonde kissed the smaller boy on the top of his head before going to sleep too.
A/N: This chapter was so crappy. The next one will be better though. Please bare with me. Anyways, please review and give your honest opinion.