Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, we all know that. This is the only time I'm writing this disclaimer.
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Chapter 1
He sighed and looked up at the home clock again. God damn it! They were going to miss the train if that brat didn't pick up the pace. He had little patience and what he had was fading away rapidly.
Honestly! Who heard of packing up during the time you were supposed to be well seated on the train? Why didn't the brat just pack his belongings the night before like everyone? He swore mentally. His parents, if you choose to call them that, were running around frantically trying to help the brat pack. He didn't even care enough to tell them that they had magic and would've done it with a flick of their wand.
By now all the patience that he had was nonexistent. He grabbed a handful of green dust and went to the fireplace. He yelled "Kings Cross Station" in a loud and clear voice and erupted into green flames.
It wasn't like they would've noticed or even cared.
He arrived at Kings Cross Station seconds later and immediately made his way to the wall between trains 9 and 10, avoiding a certain red-headed family. The Weasley's to be precise. That family was one to his least favorite because of many reasons, one being that they were complete suck ups.
Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky.
"Harry, dear, where are your parents and Nick," the red-headed woman asked.
He refrained himself from rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth at the same time. She didn't even bother to ask why a 14-year-old was here, alone. The Weasleys and the Potters were family friends. The Weasleys also worshipped the ground the other Potters walked on all because Nick was the Boy-Who-Lived. The only reason they knew his name or that he even existed was that he lived in the same house as the Potters.
"I don't know. They're probably still helping Nick pack for Hogwarts," he said and left before the Weasleys could ask any more questions.
On the Hogwarts express, Harry went to the same compartment that he and his friends had first sat on 3 years ago on their first ride to Hogwarts. They had been all very nervous. Well, except for him.
The first thing he had told them after he found out that they were nervous was, "It's not like they're going to kick us out. God, it's a school, they can do close to nothing to harm us."
"HARRY!" Taylor Michaels yelled out the second the door cracked open . Taylor Michael was sorted into Gryffindor and had become a chaser for the Quidditch team in second year. He was by far the best player on the team despite the fact that many of the other players were older than him. He was also a muggle born which was why it was so surprisingly that he was such a good Quidditch player. It was that he had never played or heard of Quidditch before Hogwarts.
"You don't have to shout. I can bloody well hear you if you talk normally," Harry scowled.
"He'll never get that in that thick head of his. Not until our ear drums pop out anyway," Jake Malfoy said.
Jake was a Slytherin to no one's surprise. He was a pureblood, and unlike Sirius' parents, his allowed his to hang out with them. His parents were still pureblood faculties though. They supported the Dark Lord in the last war and no one really believed that Lucius Malfoy had been under the Imperius Curse even though he had gotten away with it. He too was a chaser in Quidditch.
"Shut up, Malfoy," was Taylor's only response. "How was France, Cedric?"
Cedric Diggory completed the group. He was a kind-hearted Hufflepuff pureblood. He was a chaser in Quidditch too. He was the group's guide towards what was right or wrong. The only thing bad about that was they considered his opinions for about a second before going on with it anyway. This only caused the boy to stop, claiming there was no help for them.
Secretly, he knew Cedric loved getting into mischief as much as they did. But it wasn't mischief unless you got caught, which they never did.
"Amazing. I'm pretty sure I mentioned that in my letters, did I not?" Cedric scowled at Taylor.
Taylor only smiled before replying, "You did, I still wanted to ask."
"To take the topic of Taylor's stupid questions, my brother's coming to Hogwarts this year," Jake said.
"That's great Jay, I'll go hit my head on the wall repeatedly, wondering how I'm going to live with two of you," Taylor said in a fake cheerful tone.
"By all means, please do. It's not like you have any brain cells left to damage," Jake replied.
"What took you so long to get here Harry? You usually get here early," Cedric said changing the subject before Taylor and Jake started a battle of the wits.
"I was waiting for my dear brother and family to finish packing up so we could go but a man can only have some much patience," Harry said.
"Yeah, too bad you don't have an ounce of patience inside your whole body," Taylor said.
"Oh, and that's coming from you," Harry said as he raised a brow.
"As a matter of fact, it is," the boy challenged.
"Don't forget I could beat you like a little pup, Michaels," Harry said, darkly and watched as Taylor's face turned horrified. Everyone, and yes everyone, who'd seen Harry's power was afraid at the possibility of being the boy's next target.
He was cunning, brilliant, brave, hardworking, powerful, dark, and couldn't fit in perfectly with any house. Too bad for the Heads of Houses that he had been sorted into Ravenclaw.
The rest of the ride to Hagworts was spent among the 4, Taylor, Cedric, and Jake talking while Harry took a nap.
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Harry desperately wished that the hat stopped singing, because honestly, the hat couldn't sing.
"Abbott, Hannah."
After a few seconds, she was sorted into "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Harry ignored the rest until, "Malfoy, Draco."
"SLYTHERIN!"
After the Patil twins, "Potter, Nicholas" was called.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Weasley, Ronald" was called later.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The sorting finished and the welcoming feast began and soon it was off to bed.
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His classes were a breeze, enough said. Today was Halloween and Harry found himself deep, deep under the school in the Chamber of Secrets dueling with a dummy. Salazar Slytherin was good at dueling, to his surprise.
...And had written a ton of books that were rather helpful in parseltounge.
Harry had found the chamber in his first year and ever since, had gone there to duel, read, practice advanced magic that was a little towards the dark side, explore other parts of the huge chamber while learning the many secrets of Salazar Slytherin.
And conversing with the basilisk wasn't too bad.
He dodged a spell shot by the dummy and hit him with a cutting curse. The dummy fell to the ground after his head had fallen off. He stopped dueling after a few more dummies and realized with a start that he needed to get to dinner.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and headed out of the chamber after grabbing a few books from the library. He then shrunk the books and put them in his pocket to read later.
Harry arrived at the Great Hall seconds later and took a seat on the Ravenclaw table. Like usual, most of the males glared at him in jealousy while the females giggled and shot "secretive" glances every 5 seconds. Curse his good looks!
Harry ignored the rest of the Ravenclaw table and ate in silence. He didn't care that he was a "loner" in their eyes. They were no bodies without any life. That's why they had nothing to do besides talk about what people do. For supposed to smart Ravenclaws, they were extremely dumb.
A few minutes into the feast the idiot new Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher Quirrell, came running in. "TROLL! In the dungeons! Thought you 'ought to know." Then he fainted forward.
Forward. People just didn't faint forward. And he didn't stutter. Harry quickly turned to look at the fainted body to find it had gotten up and left in the chaos that was the students. As if that wasn't suspicious.
"STUDENTS to your common room, Professors, follow me," Dumbledoor said.
Sometimes, he wondered if that genius was a brainless idiot. The Slytherin common room was in the dungeons.
"Ron, Hermione's still in the girls bathroom, she doesn't know about the troll," he heard his damned little brat of a brother say. "We have to go get her."
He inwardly groaned. Couldn't that brat sit still for a moment. He considered the thought of letting the brat die but immediately went against it because if the brat died, then all eyes would turn on him as the savior. They would practically stalk him! Ugh! He had a troll to kill now.
He followed his idiot brother and Weasley to the girls loo before finally arriving. He heard the distant cries of a female he took as the girl Hermione.
"Her-AGH!" Weasley called.
With a swing of his club, the troll broke the stall's walls to be rewarded with a screaming girl who immediately cowered in fear.
The cursed nonexistent brain cells in his brother's mind decided to take action. He jumped stupidly on the troll's back and had his feet wrapped around the beast's neck. As if that would help, he mentally scoffed. It was common knowledge that trolls had many layers of thick skin.
The troll dropped his club which hit Weasley on the head and sent him unconscious. The troll hands reached up and grabbed the first year near the ribs. He pushed the little 11-year-old to the ground. A crack was heard followed by a flinch from the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Hey, you oversized ugly beast that can't even take a couple of children out, over here!" He yelled at the troll. "You actually got beat up by a couple of 11 year olds. I bet any other troll would've eaten them by now. A baby troll would've killed them already."
"Brat, Girl," he said, "stay there and don't interfere."
The troll's head snapped his way as did the heads of the brat and the girl. Both conscious first year's eyes widened in shock for he was here as he completely ignored them; his eyes were focused on the troll. Besides it was common knowledge that you never insult a magical creature, ever.
All thoughts of killing his previous prey vanished and the troll picked up his club from the ground and started heading towards him. As each foot touched the ground, a mini earthquake occurred in the girls bathroom.
The troll was walking, or stomping, slowly. Extremely slow. By this rate the professors would be here in no time. He needed things to speed up so he could get the hell out of here.
"What's wrong you hideous troll? Maybe you're afraid. . . yes that would explain why you would want to stall this fight forever. Ha! Your scared of a mere child. You're a disgrace to all trolls everywhere." The last insult got the troll furious. He started moving faster towards him.
Finally, the troll lifted his club in the air then brought it down in lightning speed aiming to squash him into a Harry pancake.
Almost there. Come on you stupid troll, pick up the pace. Yes, that's it. A few more centi- what the hell! Harry thought as a body pushed him to the ground just CENTIMETERS away from his goal.
The club hit the wall instead and now the girls bathroom now had a circular window. He turned around to look at the idiot who messed up his plans. He immediately pushed him off and pointed his wand at the had hopped he wouldn't have to take it out the boring way but hopes almost never come true.
He turned and faced the troll ignoring his little brother. He would deal with him later. Now he had a troll to finish.
"Bombara maxima, Pulsate conscientiam, Troglodytarum sanguinem perdere," The troll hit the ground with a "thump" and Harry solo attention was now turned at his brother.
"I told you to stay away. You didn't! Why didn't you?" Harry grabbed the younger boy by the collar.
" I...you...it would've killed you!" The boy protested after gaining his courage back.
"I had everything under control and it is not your concern what happens to me," the boy said through gritted teeth.
Nick admit to never having a good relationship with his brother, well not having a relationship at all but that still didn't mean he would rather see him die. And he was going to die! "Of course it's my concern what happens to you! Your my older brother!"
"We may be related by blood, but you will never be my brother. I have no family," Harry said and let go of Nick's collar. Nick stumbled on his feet but was able to stay standing. Harry had no time for this. The professors would be here any moment.
Was it really that bad? So bad that Harry didn't even consider him his brother? That he didn't consider the Potters his family? He knew that Harry wasn't always the one to communicate with his family much but was it him or was it the family? The new realization hit Nick like a storm that he wondered what had he done so wrong. What had his parents done to create this...this sick bastard that didn't give a s*** what happened to the world.
"The professors are coming. You will tell them you knocked the troll out using Wingardium Leviosa to make the club knock him out and kill all his brain cells and kill him. I was never here. If anyone finds out about me, you two will have it worse than the troll. Got it?" Harry asked waiting until Hermione and he finally nodded. "Good." And then he was gone.
Professor McGonagall rushed in seconds later followed by the other professors.
"I can explain, professor," Hermione said.
"Well, it better be better than what I'm concluding," Professor McGonagall said.
"It was my fault, Professor. I went looking after the troll. I knew all about them so I thought I could take it on. If Nick and Ron hadn't arrived to help me, I would probably be dead by now," Hermione lied.
"Do tell me how you managed to kill a full-grown troll, Mr. Potter," Professor interjected.
"I cast a Wingardium Leviosa on the troll's club, ma'am. Then I made it hit him on the dead. Somehow, this knocked out all its brain cells and killed it," Nick explained.
" Five points from Gryffindor for Ms. Granger's careless behavior," McGonagall said as Hermione's head dropped in shame. "And I reward 10 points to each Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter for loyalty to a friend. After all, not many first years can take out a full-grown troll and live to tell the tale. Now please take Mr. Weasley and yourselves to the infirmary."
Somewhere in the Ravenclaw common room, a ghost smile appeared on Harry Potter's face. The idiots were able to at least understand something.
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