Hey persons! How are you all doing? Hmmm? Cool well ...here's another story
by me.
Hope you persons like it otay tay?
Disclaimer: Liz: I own all of the Harry potter characters and am proud of them all
Lizard: @_@ Ugh you're going to get us into trouble again! Just tell the truth.
J.K. Rowling: Excuse me! I own the Harry Potter characters now stop saying you own them!
Liz: FINE! *goes and pouts*
Jemini: @_@ Liz is so pathetic no we do not own any of the Harry Potter characters ok?
First Chapter Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Betrayed
Harry laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. Ron was sleeping in the bed next to him. Although if Ron had a choice he'd sleep as far away from him.At meal times no one sat near him. They're afraid of him, angry with him, and confused. The Golden Boy was now nothing. He had made the biggest mistake in his life. He no longer fought Voldemort, but fought for him.
Yes, he Harry Potter gave away his freedom. He had gotten the deathmark on his left arm. It was time for Harry to really wake up. He got dressed and headed for the common room. Hermione was up and reading. She glanced up to see who was up and glared.
"Uh. Hey Mione."
"Don't call me that Potter." She sneered.
"Fine, have it your way Granger." Harry retorted. He walked past her and then she made him stop in his tracks with a few simple words.
"Why did you betray us?"
For once Harry didn't have an answer. He always had answers even if they were wrong. His mouth stayed shut and just stared at her for a moment, blinking back tears, then turning and headed for breakfast.
When he got there complete silence claimed the Great Hall. He glanced around and saw The Sorting Hat was out. What was this about?
"Harry Potter?" Came McGonagall's voice. "You're being resorted. Harry's heart sank.
He walked up to the hat sat on the chair and she placed it on his head. It took a while, but at last the hat called out "SLYTHERIN!" Slytherin table cheered. They had another in their House not to mention famous and a death eater. Gryfifindor table also cheered.
Harry just sat at the Slytherin table and heard someone call "Hey Potter. You know all you were good for was Gryffindor! You're a rotten person and deserve to rot in hell!" Harry rolled his eyes and left. He didn't need this! He went into an abandoned hall and threw his books at a wall.
"No need to take it out on the books!" Drawled a voice.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked annoyed.
"Actually you now may call me Draco if you so please. But Professor Snape asked me to give these Slytherin robes to you and McGonagall wants the Gryffindor ones back."
Harry just stood there and then slid down the wall supporting him.
"Is everything alright, Harry?"
"NO!" Harry shouted. "All my Gryffindor friends despise me. I lost and turned myself over the Dark Lord. And to make things worse I've been sorted into Slytherin and everyone is happy about it!"
"Look, you're just going to have to forget about the Gryffindors. Weasley and Granger aren't true friends."
"I'm not the true friend." Harry was on the verge of tears but didn't cry because Draco was standing right there.
"Look. This is who you are. You're a Slytherin at heart."
Harry then remembered his parents, Sirius, Lupin! What would they all say to him!
"Well there's a deatheater meeting tonight. Come find me and I'll take you. Bring your broom by the way." Then Draco left.
Maybe he's right, maybe it was who he was and maybe he should forget about Gryffindor. Harry stood up and walked to Gryffindor Tower to collect his things.
He got dressed in his slytherin robes and folded the Gryffindor ones. He hexed his old Gryffindor merchandise and made it Slytherin. He packed his things and levitated them down the steps.
"Hey Potter." Harry turned around and saw Ron and Hermione. Harry just turned around again and walked.
"What's the matter? To chicken to fight?" Drawled Ron.
And in no second Harry had Ron on the floor and a hold of his collar. "I'm not afraid to kill you just like your damn sister, Virginia." Harry said through clenched teeth.
Hope you persons like it otay tay?
Disclaimer: Liz: I own all of the Harry potter characters and am proud of them all
Lizard: @_@ Ugh you're going to get us into trouble again! Just tell the truth.
J.K. Rowling: Excuse me! I own the Harry Potter characters now stop saying you own them!
Liz: FINE! *goes and pouts*
Jemini: @_@ Liz is so pathetic no we do not own any of the Harry Potter characters ok?
First Chapter Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Betrayed
Harry laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. Ron was sleeping in the bed next to him. Although if Ron had a choice he'd sleep as far away from him.At meal times no one sat near him. They're afraid of him, angry with him, and confused. The Golden Boy was now nothing. He had made the biggest mistake in his life. He no longer fought Voldemort, but fought for him.
Yes, he Harry Potter gave away his freedom. He had gotten the deathmark on his left arm. It was time for Harry to really wake up. He got dressed and headed for the common room. Hermione was up and reading. She glanced up to see who was up and glared.
"Uh. Hey Mione."
"Don't call me that Potter." She sneered.
"Fine, have it your way Granger." Harry retorted. He walked past her and then she made him stop in his tracks with a few simple words.
"Why did you betray us?"
For once Harry didn't have an answer. He always had answers even if they were wrong. His mouth stayed shut and just stared at her for a moment, blinking back tears, then turning and headed for breakfast.
When he got there complete silence claimed the Great Hall. He glanced around and saw The Sorting Hat was out. What was this about?
"Harry Potter?" Came McGonagall's voice. "You're being resorted. Harry's heart sank.
He walked up to the hat sat on the chair and she placed it on his head. It took a while, but at last the hat called out "SLYTHERIN!" Slytherin table cheered. They had another in their House not to mention famous and a death eater. Gryfifindor table also cheered.
Harry just sat at the Slytherin table and heard someone call "Hey Potter. You know all you were good for was Gryffindor! You're a rotten person and deserve to rot in hell!" Harry rolled his eyes and left. He didn't need this! He went into an abandoned hall and threw his books at a wall.
"No need to take it out on the books!" Drawled a voice.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked annoyed.
"Actually you now may call me Draco if you so please. But Professor Snape asked me to give these Slytherin robes to you and McGonagall wants the Gryffindor ones back."
Harry just stood there and then slid down the wall supporting him.
"Is everything alright, Harry?"
"NO!" Harry shouted. "All my Gryffindor friends despise me. I lost and turned myself over the Dark Lord. And to make things worse I've been sorted into Slytherin and everyone is happy about it!"
"Look, you're just going to have to forget about the Gryffindors. Weasley and Granger aren't true friends."
"I'm not the true friend." Harry was on the verge of tears but didn't cry because Draco was standing right there.
"Look. This is who you are. You're a Slytherin at heart."
Harry then remembered his parents, Sirius, Lupin! What would they all say to him!
"Well there's a deatheater meeting tonight. Come find me and I'll take you. Bring your broom by the way." Then Draco left.
Maybe he's right, maybe it was who he was and maybe he should forget about Gryffindor. Harry stood up and walked to Gryffindor Tower to collect his things.
He got dressed in his slytherin robes and folded the Gryffindor ones. He hexed his old Gryffindor merchandise and made it Slytherin. He packed his things and levitated them down the steps.
"Hey Potter." Harry turned around and saw Ron and Hermione. Harry just turned around again and walked.
"What's the matter? To chicken to fight?" Drawled Ron.
And in no second Harry had Ron on the floor and a hold of his collar. "I'm not afraid to kill you just like your damn sister, Virginia." Harry said through clenched teeth.