Title: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Chamber
Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi
Rated: T
Genre: Action/Adventure/Humour
Summary: AU. Sequel to HPSA. When Harry goes back to Hogwarts, he has to deal with: feelings developing for his best friend, the Weasley girl having a crush on him, and Voldemort trying to rise again.
Warnings: spoilers for the second 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.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I got lost on the road of life. (Cookies to anyone who knows where that line is from.) Seriously, I had some computer problems. All is well now. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. I can’t find my copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets so I have to wing it.
Chapter 1
Harry snapped his head towards the entrance of the room he shared with Draco. A house elf bowed lowly to him.
“Master Harry Potter?” the elf whispered loudly.
“Yes? Who’re you?” Harry asked politely.
“I is Dobby, sir. Dobby has come to warn you, sir.” Harry furrowed his eye brow in confusion.
“Warn me about what?”
“Dobby not allowed to tells you. Dobby cannot go against family’s wishes, but Dobby must warn Harry Potter.”
“Why aren’t you allowed to tell me? If the Malfoy’s told you not to tell me, why are you here?”
“Dobby cannot say. Please, Harry Potter, you mustn’t go back to school!”
“What!? Of course I have to go back to school!” Harry exclaimed; he loved Hogwarts.
“You mustn’t! There is a plot! A terrible plot! Harry Potter sir is in grave danger!” Harry could hear the despair in Dobby’s voice.
“I’m sorry, Dobby, but I have to go back.” Dobby’s ears drooped and he looked like a kicked puppy. The elf popped away and Harry was left pondering.
‘What plot? And why can’t I go back to school?’ he thought to himself.
“Harry, dinner!” Narcissa’s voice called from downstairs.
“Coming!” The young Slytherin went downstairs to eat.
***
Three weeks passed since Harry received the warning from Dobby. The house elf didn’t try to warn him again and Harry couldn’t help but be suspicious. Why would the elf give up that easily? Putting that thought aside, Harry looked at his staff. Thanks to Ollivander tweaking it a bit, he could now summon it wandlessly. The staff also grew when he did.
“Harry!” The Slytherin turned towards the door and saw his friends, Pansy and Blaise there.
“Where’s Draco?” he asked.
“Mr. Malfoy is keeping him busy while we plan his birthday party.” Blaise explained. Harry smiled. He had the perfect gift for the blonde and couldn’t wait to give it to him.
“So, what are you getting him?” Pansy asked. Harry shook his head.
“It’s a surprise. I want him to be the first to see it. What about you two?”
“I’m getting him some new clothes. He’s been dying to have the latest design from Sly (1).” Blaise explained.
“I’m getting him Thomas Spiddle’s (2) diary. He was looking at it for months.”
“That’s cool. Who’re we inviting?” The three began to plan everything out, from who was invited to what flavour cake they were having.
***
Harry sat in his bed, thinking. He absentmindedly pet Largo and let his thought swallow him.
‘Why do I keep getting that funny feeling around Draco? It doesn’t happen around anybody else. What is it?’ the small boy thought. ‘I should go ask Mrs. Malfoy. She should know what this means.’
Harry got up, put his fuzzy slippers on, wrapped Largo around his shoulders, and walked out of the room. He knocked on the elder Malfoys’ room and waited.
“Enter.” Harry opened the door and spotted Narcissa combing her hair, getting ready for bed.
“Harry, what is it?” She asked, setting aside the hair brush.
“I needed to ask you something,” he mumbled.
“Well, I think I got that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in here.” Narcissa teased lightly, chuckling as the boy blushed.
“I have a problem. Well, it’s not a problem. It’s more of a… oh, I don’t know. There might be something wrong with my stomach. But—” Harry stopped.
“Harry, how about we go get some warm milk?”
Narcissa gently lead the troubled boy away and motioned for him to sit down on a chair. She asked a house elf to get the warm milk. They sat in silence for a while.
“Do you want to tell me what the problem is?” Narcissa asked gently. Harry sighed.
“I keep getting this weird feeling when I’m around… someone… and I don’t know what it is.” Narcissa giggled.
“Oh, Harry, there’s nothing wrong with your stomach! You just have your first crush, that’s all.” Harry’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he took a sip of the milk.
“When will it go away?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes, it goes away after a couple of weeks; sometimes less. Or it can bloom into love, although you’re much too young for that.” Harry nodded, his eyes furrowed.
‘OK. All I have to do is wait until this “crush” goes away and then I’ll be fine. No problem.’ He thought before leaving for the room he shared with Draco. Harry lay in their bed, stared at the blonde for a full minute, and eventually fell in a restless sleep.
***
Lucius shivered slightly. Not that it was noticeable; the aristocratic blonde concealed his emotions well. The Malfoy head was currently in an apartment in Knockturn Alley. Outside was dark, and with good reason since it was 10:00 P.M. In the dimly lit room with him were three other people.
“You will do this to please our master. It is for the best.” Eddie Rochester said coldly. Lucius nodded sharply. He was going to leave when someone stopped him.
“What is it, Lestrange?” he snarled. Rodolphus merely glared at him.
“One more thing: why are you housing Potter? Bulstrode told us everything. His daughter even reported on how your son is behaving. Honestly, he is a disgrace to your name; hanging out with Mudbloods!” Lucius nearly shook with rage and Ted Bulstrode smirked from across the room. The blonde turned toward him.
“Crucio!” he snarled. A cold smirk crossed his lips as he heard the weak man screech. “You will do well to remember that my son is not a disgrace to anything and is a hundred times better than that excuse of a daughter you have. That girl looks worse than a cross-breed of a cow and a donkey. Although I suppose it was expected with the way her parents look.” Lucius ended the curse.
“You still haven’t said anything about you housing Potter.” Rodolphus said amused at what he had saw. Lucius sent a Crucio his way.
“Nobody questions a Malfoy. Remember who’s in charge here and remember your place.” He ended the curse. Rodolphus glared at him.
“Bastard!”
“I can assure you that my parents were married when I was conceived. Anyways, it is a plan to lean him towards the dark side. If I have his trust and love, especially after the way those Muggles treated him, then he will be more than willing to do anything for the Malfoy family. Besides, Potter is more useful on our side than dead. Or have you not noticed the staff he holds in his possession?” Lucius was internally relieved that they believed his lie. “Now if you excuse me, I will be leaving.” He paused before sending another Crucio to Bulstrode. The man should know better than to insult his son.
***
“Lucius, what are you going to do!? If the Dark Lord returns, he’ll expect Harry to be on his side!” Narcissa exclaimed after her husband told her what happened. Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I think I know that, dear,” Lucius murmured, “but what was I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know. Something else would’ve been nice! What are we going to do?” she asked again, flopping down on the bed in an un-Malfoy manner.
“I’ll think of something. For now, let’s just concentrate on Draco’s birthday tomorrow.” They shut off the lights and tried to go to sleep.
***
Harry opened his eyes before shutting them. The light nearly blinded him and he groaned slightly. Suddenly, he sat up.
‘Today is Draco’s birthday!’ he thought, glee making its way on his features. He glanced at the other side of the bed and realized that Draco was still sleeping. Sneaking out of their bed, Harry took a quick shower. He dressed simply and went to get the special gift he had bought for Draco a few days prior. Harry went in the kitchen and began taking out ingredients. He wanted to surprise Draco with breakfast in bed. While he was at it, he made Narcissa, Lucius, and his own food.
“Twitchy!” he called. The house elf ‘popped’ into the room and bowed lowly. “Can you take Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy’s food to them?” The house elf grabbed the dishes before leaving. Carrying a goblet full of pumpkin juice and a plate of Draco’s favourite blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast that had butter on one end and strawberry jam on the other, Harry slowly made his way up the stairs. When he reached their room and wandlessly opened the door, he saw Draco starting to get up.
“Harry? What is that?” Draco sleepily asked as the scent of food hit his nostrils. His mouth watered slightly as he saw the food.
“Happy birthday, Draco!” Harry brightly exclaimed, giving the birthday boy his food. The blonde gave Harry a dazed smile.
“For me?”
“Well, I did give it to you.” Draco smiled before pushing his plate aside. He got up and hugged Harry, causing the boy to blush heavily.
“Thank you!” Draco pulled back and began eating, unaware of the butterflies fluttering rapidly in the smaller boy’s stomach.
“No problem. I’m going to go downstairs quickly.” Harry dashed out of the room before Draco could protest in any way.
***
Blaise stepped out of the fire gracefully and dusted soot off his best robes. He held in his arms a rather large box that had a feather-light charm on it. The Italian glanced around the large room where the birthday party was to be held in. Spotting the big table piled with presents, he put his beside a small package.
“Blaise!” a voice exclaimed. Turning around, he got a face and mouth full of bushy hair.
“Hello Hermione. I thank you for the hair offering, but I think I’ll wait until dinner starts.” Hermione blushed and pulled back her wild hair. She tied it with a scrunchie and gave Blaise a stern look.
“Have you completed your homework?” she asked with her hands on her hips. The boy sighed.
“What did you get for Draco’s birthday?” Blaise asked, averting the topic.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’. And I’m not telling you.” Blaise was going to respond when the Floo roared. Out stepped Pansy, holding a few small packages.
“Hi guys!” she greeted before putting her gifts next to Blaise’s. She hugged Hermione and both started to talk like there was no tomorrow.
***
Harry sat next to Draco. They were at the Malfoy’s personal Quidditch Pitch and just enjoying the other’s presence. Looking at the sky, Harry saw a red spark. He smiled to himself.
‘Now is the time!’ he thought excitedly.
“Draco, you wanna go back? It’s almost time for lunch.”
“Yeah, sure. I was starting to get hungry anyways.” They headed back to the Manor at a relatively slow pace. “Harry, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“How come you’ve been acting all weird lately?” Harry nearly tripped over a stone but managed to right himself.
“W-what? I haven’t been acting weird!” he replied nervously. How did Draco notice?
“You’re lying. You know you’ve been acting weird lately and I wanna know why!” Draco stomped his foot on the ground and crossed his arms, refusing to go anywhere.
“It’s nothing, really!” Harry said. He was feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“Please, Harry! Why won’t you tell me? Do you not trust me?” Harry shook his head.
“No, that’s not—”
“Then what is it?”
“Nothing!”
“It is too something!”
“No it isn’t!”
“Yes it is! Tell me!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“I have a crush on someone!” Harry blurted out. He didn’t look Draco in the eye as he started to walk back to the Manor. The blonde caught up to him quickly.
“Oh? Who is it then?” Harry blushed before mumbling the first name that came to mind.
“Hermione!” Draco paused before grinning.
“That’s great!” They didn’t say anything until they reached the Manor. For some reason, Draco felt very jealous of Hermione and very possessive over Harry. He shook his head.
‘It’s nothing. I hope she likes him back…’ he thought although he knew that wasn’t true.
***
When everybody finished their dinner, they formed a circle around Draco, spacing themselves out since there were about twelve people not including the birthday boy: the Weasley twins (who were there because Harry asked them to come), Hermione, Blaise, his parents, Pansy, her parents, Harry, and of course Narcissa and Lucius. Draco eagerly opened all of the presents. He received from his friends: Thomas Spiddle’s diary, several friendship bracelets, new clothes, another Potions kit, and lots of candy. Harry shyly offered his gift, causing Draco to nearly stumble in shock.
“That’s—”
“A new Nimbus 2001.” Harry said. He had told Narcissa and Lucius what he was going to get so that they didn’t end up getting the same thing. “It comes with a broom polishing kit as well.” Draco’s smile nearly lit the room.
“Thank you!” he said to everyone, grabbing his gifts.
“Wait; there is a big one for you.” Harry said. Lucius went to get it. They also discussed this present and although Lucius and Narcissa seemed reluctant to get it, Harry won the argument. With this gift, Draco could be well entertained. The younger blonde’s eyes widened when he saw the gift.
“What is that?” he asked. Hermione went into lecture mode.
“That is a Muggle television set, a Muggle DVD player, a Muggle GameCube system, and Muggle DVDs. People buy them for entertainment.” She said. Harry went on and explained to Draco how everything worked.
“Plus, it’s charmed so it won’t interfere with the wards.” Harry exclaimed happily. He was never really allowed to watch television at the Dursleys. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he watched Draco as he examined the 64” television set with interest.
***
“Harry, do you want to watch a casket before we go to bed on the tevelision?”
“Cassette on the television,” Harry corrected. “And yes, that would be great.” The blonde blushed a little at being corrected, but popped in a cassette for them to watch. Harry had managed to teach him how to use the electronic. They soon fell asleep, watching ‘Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory’.
1) Sly is a made-up male clothing line.
2) Thomas Spiddle is one of the greatest Potions masters in the world. Again, made-up.
A/N: Yes, I know it’s so overdue. Sorry, again. This chapter is currently un-beta-ed so can you let me know if there are any mistakes? I think I caught them all, but I wanna make sure. Anyways, I’m starting the second chapter right now. Let me know what you think of this one. Remember: I accept constructive criticism, not destructive criticism.