Slytherin Harry Potter - Chapter 1
"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding towards Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions. "Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts". He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when harry started to speak. "Got the lot here – another young man is being fitted op just now, in fact."
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yeah," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying my books and mothers up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had quite a drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll ask father to get me one and I'll try and smuggle it in somehow." Harry thought to himself that they shouldn't be trying to smuggle anything into school but decided not to say anything.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy enquired.
"No I haven't had a chance to go to a broom shop yet" said Harry.
"I've heard they sell the Nimbus 2000 at Quality Quidditch Supplies" replied the boy "I think that the broom I'll ask father for. It looked ever so good when D'Cruze used one in his last Quidditch match. He's the keeper for the Braga Broomfleet" The boy seemed rather enthusiastic about this Quidditch. "What team do you support?" The boy looked expectantly at Harry.
"I don't mean to sound stupid but what's Quidditch?"
The boy's mouth literally dropped open in shock. He seemed to take a moment to compose himself before replying. "How can you not know what Quidditch is?" Harry blushed looking down before mumbling something about not knowing he was a wizard until recently. The boy looked at him before asking "But your parents were our kind weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard if that's what you mean" Said Harry.
"Well that's good at least" the other boy continued, looking relieved "so if your parents are our kind then how did you not know you were a wizard?"
"I was raised by muggles" replied harry.
"Oh how come?"
"My parents are dead" said harry shortly. He didn't feel like talking about his parents with a boy that he had just met.
"Oh, sorry" said the boy.
"Its fine" Harry replied.
Before either boy could begin to break the uncomfortable silence that was beginning to settle around them, Madam Malkin declared "Right them my dear, that's you all done for now." Harry quickly turned and hurried out of the shop, grateful for the opportunity to leave and resolving to ask Hagrid about Quidditch and to learn more about Hogwarts before returning to pivet drive.
A/N: This is my first FanFiction so if you liked it please let me know :)
