Harry potter

Slytherin style

Chapter 1 first three friends

Harry James potter stood in the centre of diagon alley. The street was incredible; every store lined with amazing had said it was cool but it wasn't it was purely indescribable. Two hours later, burdened with bizarre and wonderful magical merchandise and feeling rather small in Dudley's hand me downs, harry potter stepped into madme malkin's robe store: fine robes for all occasions. A squat woman- Harry assumed she was madme malkin, stepped inside.

"Hogwarts dear?" She smiled. If she noticed the scar she didn't mention it. I've got another first year down back.

Indeed there was another boy in the back of the robes store being fitted for school robes.

Harry noticed the crest of slytherin, one of the four Hogwarts houses he had read up on and found it rather pompous of him to assume that was the house he would be in.

The boy glanced at him.

"Hogwarts too?" he drawled. Not wishing to appear rude Harry nodded. Noticing this boy chuckled. I'm sorry "for the tone of my voice, he continued, but I'm sick of hearing about it. Hogwarts this and Hogwarts that." "I suppose yours are the same?"

"I wouldn't know, my parents are dead."

"Oh I'm sorry." And although he didn't sound really sorry, harry could tell he was.

After talking animatedly for several miniutes the blonde asked what his name was.

"Harry. Harry potter"

His jaw dropped. I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy.

Harry and Draco walked the streets for over an hour, gazing in windows , getting several rounds of ice cream and practically drooling over the nimbus two thousand in the window of quality quiditch supplies.

Draco led Harry into a side lane, knocturn alley to view the more 'interesting' objects and meet his parents. Gazing at the shop windows, Harry considered the fact that his new friend's parents could be what Hagrid called dark wizards, making them his sworn enemies.

As Draco walked off to locate his father who, as he put it was probably talking to friends from his 'old job' and refused to elaborate further, harry stepped into a store for magical beasts.

Browsing the stores he felt another presence in his mind, and the words "come to me human speaker repeated over and over.

Hurrying further in he stopped upon noticing something in the corner of one enclosure; a black, gold snake curled up in the far corner.

"Young man"

A tall man with Draco's blonde hair stood behind him. "You have an interesting choice in pets Harry potter."

"How does it speak sir?" he asked as Malfoy senior stepped towards him.

At that he perked up. "You can hear it?"

"Yes sir, can't you?"

After explanations about parseltounge, the snake language and those who spoke it Harry brought the Australasian Arminea viper, Harry left with Lucius Malfoy.

After explaining the situation to Hagrid harry returned to malfoy manor to enjoy a quiet dinner with the Malfoy family.

Dinner was quite a subtle affair. Narcissa malfoy black fretted over him, Mr. Malfoy insisted he be allowed brag about this at the ministry of magic, the wizarding government.

After the meal Harry had been shown up to his room on the second floor. Narcissa waved her wand and his name engraved itself on the mahogany timber of the door.

That night harry lay awake all night wondering about many things in his life. Mostly he wondered what house he would be in, and whether he and Draco would remain friends if he followed his father into Gryffindor.

Over dinner, had explained the fact that he was related to Harry's mother through her being his sister and that she had been in Slytherin, so he could easily be in any house with such a combination as Gryffindor and slytherin ancestry.

That night Harry potter's dreams were filled with broomsticks, spells, castles and dragons. The revelation that he had family other than the Dursleys(1) kept popping up. It was a wondrous feeling.

Albus Dumbledore stood in his office, pacing. From what Hagrid had said young Harry had taken in with the malfoys. This did not bode well for his plans concerning the boy and his future. Perhaps a day out with other children his age would set him straight. Of course they would have to be prejudiced against 'dark wizards.'

With that in mind the manipulative old goat hurried over to fire call Molly Weasley.