A/N: Hey guys, it's been a while. I know that I never finished either story but that was because I had a series of problems that I really don't happen again. I was originally posting once a week so I would wait to publish it till that time even if id finished a chapter a couple of days early. This meant that I was a couple of chapters a head of what I was writing on here but they were all lost. This site deleted the chapters before I was done with them and I couldn't get them back. I lost inspiration because of this but when I gained it back, I decided it was best to write all of the chapters before publishing the first because I though that then I would have it saved on a memory stick but even that broke. There for I am starting with this story again but in better detail because I have improved since I first started writing on here. I am also goanna be posting as soon as I finish so that I don't loose any work and or Inspiration.I am leaving the original on my story list so If you don't mind bad writing and would like to skip ahead then you can check it out.
For those that haven't read this before, this story is set during the philosopher stone and will follow most plot points but they will be seen with the change of Harry being in Slytherin. This starts from the second chapter of the book because there is nothing about the way that Harry was dropped off at the Dursley's that would change if Harry had been in Slytherin but I didn't want to write out JK Rowling's first chapter for fear of copyright.
I am also doing a blog at the moment as I am about to embark on the scary adventure that is University. I think I am aloud to promote it on here as I am not getting paid on the blog either but if not then please do tell me and I will take this down. My blog is on the address: www writeofftheshelf blogspot com where there are spaces there are dots.I would be extremely grateful if you would check it out. I'm still getting in to the swing of things with the blog so it's not the best at the moment but I intend to give book recommendations, talk about the different activities I get up to and give advice on things that you might encounter in University life. If these would interest you, I.E. talk about books, then please follow my blog as these features will be added in September.
With out further ado, here is the new and improved...
The Boy who lived to be in Slytherin!
Life for Harry continued to get worse from that day on. Living with his Aunt and Uncle was hard and Harry grew up knowing nothing of the normal life his parents friends had wanted for him. Ten years had passed from that day and not a second had gone by were Harry had felt at home with the people he resided with. He had been made to do all the chores you would expect of the adults of the house, everyday since he reached the golden age of four. He cooked and cleaned while the Dursleys lazed around and did nothing. He would slave away to keep them happy an in return he was lucky if he was given some butter with his bread.
Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Dursley spoiled their own child rotten. Dudley was given everything he could ever desire and anything that couldn't be given by his parents was given to him out of the fear he installed in the people that were unfortunate enough to come into Dudley's path. No matter how spoiled he acted though, he was never punished for any of his missdeeds.
Harry however would get punished for the slightest infraction against his long and detailed list of rules. His punishment would go much further than being berated if his uncle ever came home to of his many chores not being complete and Harry couldn't even think about the treatment he received when he did something abnormal. Harry was bursting with magic, so much so that it overflowed his magical core like a cup trying to hold a monsoon and because of this, he had been experiencing magical outbursts from the very day he had been left behind on the doorstep. Despite this, Vernon and Petunia never told Harry about his magical past and had instead fabricated a story about a desiese he had contracted in the car crash that killed his parents. Harry believed them, as any child would believe their 'family' and no access to the world outside meant that he never learnt about their lies.
Harry had never been to school with Dudley. He had never been to the shops with his Aunt or the park with his Uncle. In fact the only form of freedom he was seldom given was to be released into the back garden to do more chores. This was torture to Harry, who heard the neighbour's children playing happily every time he did. He would feel their laughter dig in to him like knives but would still hold on to them for as long as he could, for it was the only time he was aloud that close to that if normality. Having a disease meant that every time he was outside he could be subjected to ridicule said Mrs Dursley when Harry had asked when he was younger. His relatives were only protecting him Harry thought and so he followed their instructions as closely as he could but he could never get everything the way they liked it.
Despite never being out the house, Harry was not dumb. Dudley often made Harry do his homework, a chore given by a place he didn't even attend. Harry didn't mind doing this though as he was often given less chores so he could give Dudley the best grades. This meant that Harry became very book smart and he often longed to be able to see or do things he read about.
It was after a severe beating from his Uncle's belt that Harry learned that his illness could help him. He had been hunched over the fireplace, scrubbing at the dirt that had latched itself on to the surface, thinking about how much he wished he could be done with it so he could rest his broken hand, when all remanant of the fireplace having been used at all was removed. Sitting back in shock, Harry wondered how he did what he had. He spent all week dissecting everything he did, trying all sorts to do it again. It wasn't until he had to weed the garden that the impossible happened again. Harry's magic, like most wizards, was controlled by emotion. However with his abilities Harry would expell accidental magic with the slightest change in emotion.
Harry began using this to help him more and more often, honing his illness in a way that would help him. He still made mistakes but because he was finding his chores so easy to complete, his uncle kept adding more creative chores to the list that challenged Harry's abilities. All the while, his punishments were getting worse as well because of how little Vernon could find a reason to do so.
Knowing his past, you must realize how ecstatic Harry was when he found that he would be stepping out into the world for the first time since he was 1. Dudley always had a large extravagant birthday party and this year was no different. Dudley was going to the zoo with his friend, Piers, and like always Harry was expected to be sat at home being looked after by their strangest neighbour. Arabella Fig was a weird old lady that liked to talk about nothing more than her dozens of cats so during this time together Harry was permitted to sit on the sofa and listen. He wasn't to talk and Harry once heard his Aunt telling her that he was mute but it was still Harry's favorite time of year.
That was until this year. While Harry was piling a plate full of pancakes and Dudley was moaning about his many presents he had, Aunt Petunia came in screeching about how Mrs Fig had tripped over one of her cats and broken her leg. Vernon roared about how they no longer had anyone to look after Harry and after fifteen minutes of debating about the risks of leaving Harry alone, all five were packed into the car destined for the zoo.