Hello Everyone!
This is a project I've been thinking about doing for a while now. A Slytherin!Harry fic.
That being said, I have to emphasise that it's Drarry. It's very much an OTP of mine and if you don't agree with the pairing I recommend another doc. I'm not going to do any "love at first sight" stuff or even develop the relationship into romantic for a while(book 2 or three of all goes according to the extremely loose plan I have going) so you may enjoy it for a while, but there's nothing quite like reading and enjoying a story just to have your NOTP pop up.
Anyway! Some(just some not all) of the dialogue for the first few chapters will be straight from the book. I'm not plagiarising or anything, but some of the dialog makes sense and fits well. Around chapter five or so the dialog will become all my own. Basically after he leaves the Dursleys home.
That in mind, please enjoy the story and review! I welcome all criticism.
"Albus must be out of his mind!"
Inside the unremarkable square home a young child was screaming at the top of his lungs, and from her perch outside Minerva McGonagall could hear the fussy boy throwing around what she presumed to be toys or perhaps his food dishes.
"Little tyke." A deep voice chortled from within the home.
The grey tabby rolled her narrow green eyes as she listened to the thin twig of a woman who was Ms. Petunia Dursley rush to her sons side, cooing and praising the misbehaving child. Hissing quietly McGonagall looked down at a map that lay open at her paws. There was no way this was it. There was absolutely no possible way that this was the 4 Privet Drive that Albus Dumbledore planned on sending the dear boy. These two could hardly manage their own child properly let alone one as precious and important as Harry Potter.
Her eyes scanned the map of Surrey, searching for another address in hopes that she merely went to the wrong house. Her ears twitched hearing the man- Vernon Dursley- exit the home and get into his car. As he drove past the street corner where she sat, he glanced out the window at her. Looking away for a moment having not processed what he had seen immediately and giving McGonagall time to quickly vanish the map from sight before he could do a double take.
The large man's beady eyes stayed trained on her as he rounded the corner and began to drive off. McGonagall rolled her own eyes and muttered under her breath about oblivious muggles before looking up at the sign that read "Privet Drive" in a rather dull text.
There was nothing special about the neighbourhood. It consisted simply of copies of the same house over and over with little changes between them. The consistent lack of anything defining bored the Hogwarts professor nearly to tears and she trotted closer to the home with a simple "4" on a plaque. She could still hear the young boy crying inside, and Petunia's attempts at bribing the boy into calming down.
"These two are dreadful as parents… What in the name of Merlin does Albus see in them?!" McGonagall yowled in protest to the headmasters decision on leaving the boy with this couple. Lily and James Potter would have been beside themselves if they knew what he had planned. She sighed sadly, thinking of the deceased couple. They were truly too young to have-
"Get! Go on! Get away from my home you nasty flea-ridden thing!" McGonagall suddenly found herself the target of a multitude of flying objects thrown by a disgusted Petunia. The muggle pursed her lips so tightly the tabby almost worried for the woman's face. That is until she stomped over to the window On which McGonagall was perched with a broom in her hands, brandishing it threateningly. McGonagall hissed at the rude muggle woman, tempted to transform and scold her on her ghastly behaviour, but thought otherwise and leapt away, bounding off into the neighbor's garden.
"That was certainly eventful…" She hissed to herself, turning and finding a hiding place among the shrubbery where she could watch the muggles. She decided to herself that she would stay and watch for a while, to decide if these two were worthy of caring for Harry Potter.
The next few hours were dreadfully long and tedious. Minerva watched the muggle woman titter about on spindly legs all day, cleaning and fawning over her spoiled son. She cleaned far too much in Minerva's opinion. Now she appreciated a clean home, and even more a clean classroom, but this was simply too much! She wrinkled her nose, the markings on her face distorting. A strong chemical cleaner smell assaulted her senses and she sorely wished to change back to a human form if only to be free from the strong sense of smell her animagus form gave her.
Her ears twitched and she turned to face the sound of a rumblin car pulling into the driveway. Vernon Dursley had finally arrived home, looking anxious and annoyed. Minerva watched him carefully, as he got out of his car and began to waddle to his door. He froze, spotting her. His small eyes narrowed and he waved his briefcase at her. Was he trying to scare her? After the war this muggle could only dream of scaring her.
"Shoo!" He bellowed, waving around in a rather undignified manner.
Minerva glared at him sternly, refusing to move again for these muggles. She ran once from his wife, for convenience sake, but not to anyone else. Vernon grimaced, looking unnerved by Minerva's refusal to budge. Huffing to himself, he continued into his home.
Minerva frowned, listening with annoyance to the muggles discuss the potter family with harsh hateful tones. They clearly detested the family and that concerned the tabby dearly. They wouldn't be so giving as to put aside their hatred to the magical family they had and care for Harry as one of their own. There was no way. These muggles were too set in their ways. Normalcy was the only thing they sought and treasure. Harry being a wizard would be too much of a disruption to their perfectly normal lives.
"I can't allow Albus to leave him here. It'd be senseless!" She hissed.
Throughout the night Minerva watched the corner of Privet Drive. Waiting impatiently for the headmaster to show up so she might speak against the family she had the displeasure of watching.
It's not that she disliked muggles. She didn't. On the contrary she found them at times endearing and clever people with inventions that fascinated her! She simply disliked these muggles. The kind of people who hated anything that didn't agree with them and their way of living. Whenever Vernon peaked through a window at her she had to force herself to not hiss at him.
She heard the loud pop that signalled Dumbledore's arrival. The headmaster appeared in no subtle manner- dressed in long colourful robes and a long purple cloak. His high heeled buckled boots clicked with his every step toward the house, seemingly loud in the quiet of the still neighbourhood. His crescent moon spectacles threatened to fall from his crooked nose and he rummaged through his robes, muttering to himself. Minerva approached him, leaping from the garden wall and padding over to him quietly.
Having felt her eyes on him, the old man looked up, and smiled gently at the cat.
"I should have known." He chucked quietly. He removed what appeared to be a small silver lighter and clicked it, removing the light from the lampposts one by one until Privet Drive was cloaked in an eerie darkness. Minerva quickly used this time to change from her cat form to her normal human body.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
"You may cut the chit chat Albus." She snapped, ruffled and in a bad mood. "Just what are you planning on doing here?" She demanded. Dumbledore Raised an eyebrow, though he wasn't surprised by her tone.
"You already know, Minerva." He sighed. "I am here to drop off young Harry with his Aunt and uncle." Minerva snarled at this, much to his expectations.
"These people?! You can't be serious!"
"They are the only family he has left Minerva."
Minerva was beyond fed up, family was no proper reason to sentence this boy to a life such as the one the muggles offered. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!" She screeched, Carib far less now about waking the muggles.
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
Minerva blanched at this.
"A letter? A letter?!" She hissed. "Now I know you're crazy! Albus you can't believe that these people would follow whatever it is you wrote! And even if they did, a letter is no way to convey this to them! It's terrible and insensitive! Not that they care, they'd probably actually prefer the letter to seeing anyone like us!"
"He'll be much better off with them then growing up knowing he's famous. Famous at such a young age! Can you imagine it Minerva?"
"He can live a better life somewhere else! He can live sheltered with someone else! Not these horrible-"
A low rumbling sound nearing them snapped Minerva out of her rampage. She whirled toward the sound, cautious after years of fighting, war, and suspicions.
"What is that?!" She hissed to Dumbledore quietly. The man smiled at the professor, peering at her over his glasses.
"That would be Hagrid. Bringing the boy."
"Hagrid? Sir, do you really think that it's wise to trust Hagrid w-" Dumbledore raised a hand, cutting her off.
"I trust Hagrid with my life."
"His heart may be in the right place, but you can't deny-"
The quiet rumbling grow to a loud deafening roar, silencing both quickly as the source came crashing to a land before them. McGonagall stepped back, shocked that Hagrid came on a motorcycle of all things! She glanced around, checking if anyone had come out of their homes to check on the disruption.
She then turned a sharp glare on the monsterously huge man who was dismounting the bike. His bushy hair and beard nearly obscured his face but she still found herself able to glare upon it.
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir ," said the giant man, trying to wipe exhaust, dust and bugs from his wild mane of hair as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."
"No problems, were there?"
Dumbledore asked, as Minerva opened her mouth to protest most likely the method of travel Hagrid chose.
"No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol." He explained, going on and quietly chattering about the ride, despite the two pairs of ears that weren't quite listening anymore-distracted by the bundle Hagrid passed to the older wizard.
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a
tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously, shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall. She had never seen such a scar before in all her time.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever." Minerva eyed him.
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well anyway, we'd better get this over with."
"Get this over with?!" McGonagall snarled, beyond disgusted by how Dumbledore was handling this.
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.
"Minerva. Please."
"Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid, stepping between them, sensing the tension. Dumbledore held out the child to him, allowing Hagrid to place. Scratchy kiss on the boys head. As Dumbledore pulled him back to him, turning to the door of 4 Privet Drive, Hagrid bursts into tears, his howls of sorrow causing Minerva to whirl on him and snap.
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, filthy handkerchief and burying his soot covered, tear stained face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it - Lily an' James dead - an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"
Minerva narrowed her eyes on Dumbledore.
"Yes, his living situation certainly is a reason for sadness. Perhaps we could change that? Dumbledore?" She said suggestively. Albus turned a stern eye on her, silencing the infuriated witch.
"You'll understand someday Minerva." He said in a soft, serious voice. He placed Harry down on the doorstep, and nearly placed the letter to the Dursley family on top of him, charming it so it wouldn't be blown away.
"Good luck little one." He whispered to Harry, before standing up and walking back to the Privet drive sign, and vanishing without a trace.
Hagrid threw a leg over the bike, ready to take off again when he saw Minerva still staring down at Harry.
"Professor McGonagall? Somefin' wron?" He called to her. She turned to him. A finger pressed her lips in a demand for silence. Sighing she looked back at Harry.
"Not for long. We'll get him out of here. I promise you child, you won't be forced to stay with these muggles for long."
I believe you all see what I mean about the dialogue? While I'm making it myself, no copy and paste here or anything, I'm taking a lot of it from the books. It's just for the first few chapters, not long so I apologise for it.
Also, Hagrid's accent is hard to write...
anyway, please R&R, tell me what you think!