A/N
Harry Potter is trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not own it and while I am simply altering the story a bit in this chapter, after this chapter, it will not be mostly by the book. I had to do it this way to get my story started. I'm trying to get in two chapters for each year to prolong the story more.
(I just hope I don't get in trouble for doing this!)
Thank you J.K. Rowling for giving is such a wonderful world and allow us to recreate it as we wish with FanFiction!
Please bear with me, my story is going slow and steady, I will try to update as quickly as possible.
Chapter 1
It Happened
Eleven-year-old Harry Potter sat alone in his cabin, looking out the tall window watching trees and lakes go by. He knew it took a long while even for the glorious scarlet red train to get to the wide lands of Scotland from England and he was becoming restless and agitated in anticipation to be around his fellow witches and wizards at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ever since the giant came to him in the cottage on the water and told him he was not normal never has been he has always been a wizard. The revelation of it excited the eleven year old but was quickly diminished when Hagrid had told him the real story of his parent's death. How could his aunt and uncle lie to him like that? Then again, he was talking about the Dursleys. The foolish last of his family that had made growing up miserable at every turn and locking him in that small cupboard under the stairs for as long as he could remember and wondered now if he had had a bedroom as an infant, he snorted
"Probably not..." he said aloud
The cabin door slid open and a small petite girl with wildly frizzy cinnamon curly hair and chocolate brown eyes stood in the doorframe. He noticed she was wearing the standard black robes with a white button up shirt and black tie.
"Have you seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said in a bossily sort of tone that reminded Harry of his Aunt Petunia.
He shook his head slowly and the girl scoffed and made to close the compartment door when they locked eyes, chocolates to bright blues.
"Do you not know you could have repaired your glasses ages ago?" She asked suddenly settling herself across from him.
"What-"
She cut him off with her wand raised pointed at his face and said "Reparo"
Harry watched cross-eyed as the middle of his glasses repaired itself and the tape holding it together disappears. He pushed the newly repaired glasses up his nose more, pushed his hand through his messy raven hair, and noticed the girl gasp and cover her mouth with both of her small hands.
"Your Harry Potter" she said excitedly "I know all about you of course, you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century." She explained smugly
"I am?" he questioned faintly
She nodded and smiled at him "I'd look into everything there is to know about yourself Harry. I'm Hermione by the way, Hermione Granger and I expect we'll be there soon so you might want to change into your robes," she said sternly, almost mother like he mused but nodded affirmation anyways.
Thanks for the heads up Hermione" he replied with a smile as she stood from her seat and walked out of the cabin, closing the door behind her.
Harry dug into his trunk quickly, rummaging around for his robes when the cabin door opened again
"Anything from the Trolley dear? came a woman's heavy Scottish accent. He looked up and saw a short plump older woman with white curly hair and blue eyes, much like his own. Her disposition was frumpy and bright; he could not help but to smile back at her.
"Yes please, I'll have the lot," he requested, looking around the trolley at all the different sweets he had never seen before.
The trolley owner took out one of everything, handed it off to him, and took his coins before smiling genuinely one last time before taking off to the next cabin.
He pulled his cabin door shut and slipped off his more than worn dirty clothes and put on his new crisp robes set. They felt strange against his skin, he could not undoubtedly believe these brand new clothes was all his, he had never had new clothes before. It was always his cousin Dudley's old things that he had grew out of every second of the day. Harry couldn't help but smile when he finished tying his tie and flopping back into his seat to demolish the sweets that were calling to him.
Harry finished off his mound of sweets just as the train gave a sudden shudder and stopped with loud resounding screeching and horn blow. He opened up his cabin and poked his head out. Students old and young were piling into the hallway conversing loudly and hauling their trunks and pets from their compartment. He proceeded to follow suit and followed the many students off the train.
He placed his snowy white owl on top of his trunk beside the already growing pile of belongings from other students and heard a familiar voice
"Firs' years, firs' years over here! Alright there Harry?" Hagrid asked booming over to escort the last of the first years over to him Harry beamed up at him and nodded before Hagrid ushered him over with the other eleven year olds. Harry stepped into one of the boats that Hagrid pointed out to him and settled beside a fair-skinned boy with fiery red hair and the cinnamon brown curly haired girl he had met earlier on the train. He could hear Hagrid talking from one of the other boats to the group at large
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec"
Harry fidgeted in his seat and looked up into the sky as the castle came into view. It was breathtaking Harry realized. Perched atop a high mountain, it's windows sparkling in the starry sky was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
Soon the boats shuttered to a stop at a underground harbor and students were clambering out of the boats
"Oi you there, is that your toad?" Hargrid's booming voice called
A small plump boy turned around and his face turned red "Trevor!" he cried, scooping the toad up into his arms and holding him gently to his chest. The students followed Hagrid up the grassy grounds and up some stone steps before knocking on the castle door three times, turned around and bade them all good bye for now, and boomed down the way they had just come from.
~ ~ oo ~ ~
A tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes with a stern wrinkled face had them follow her up the stairs into the castle. It was marvelous Harry thought seeing the stone walls casting light by torches, a high vaulted ceiling and a beautiful marble stair case facing them must lead up to the upper floors, but how many Harry wondered. The elderly witch strolled across the flagged stone floor and stopped them in front of a large oak double door. Harry could hear hundred of voices wafting through the doors and realized that the who entire school must all ready be here save them, the first years. He snapped his attention when the elderly witch they were following began talking
"Welcome to Hogwarts, I am Professor McGonagall. The start of term feast will begin momentarily, but before you can take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is absolutely important because while you are here your house will be like your family. You will eat with your house, have classes with them, and sleep in your house's dorms. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup. Now if you will please wait a moment, I shall be right back." She said hastily before opening one of the double doors and slipping into the Great Hall.
"Never thought in a million years that I would have to share my years with famous Harry Potter" came a silky voice from amongst the small group of nervous students. The pale blond haired boy from the robes shop smirked and nodded curtly at Harry.
Harry stood in shock as the pale blonde-haired boy with stormy gray eyes strolled over to him and lifted his hand up into the air in front of Harry.
"The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy" the boy replied, receiving a scoff from the red haired boy from the boat causing Draco to spin on his heels and face the boy "Red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford, My father told me all about you Weasleys. You have a problem?" he spat
The red head sneered but turned away as the double doors to the Great Hall opened and McGonagall looked down at them
"Form a line and follow me," she ordered, turning around and marching forward into the Great Hall. Harry couldn't help it, he was certainly in awe. The Hall was lit by thousands and thousands of floating candles hovering above four long tables where the rest of the students sat watching the first years intently and silently. Another long table sat in front where he assumed the teachers sat to be able to see over the students. They all halted before the teacher's table where a lonely wooden stool sat and a ancient looking brown pointed hat sat limp atop it. There was a unified gasp from the first years including Harry as the hat twitched, a rip near the brim opened up like a mouth and began to sing:
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong to Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
After the hat stilled once again, the hall burst into applause and was silenced seconds later by Professor McGonagall unrolling a piece of parchment
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." The witch announced naming off the first few students (Abbot, Hannah and Bones, Susan in Hufflepuff, Boot, Terry and Brocklehurst, Mandy in Ravenclaw. Brown Lavender first one to Gryffindor, following Granger, Hermione.)
Next to come was Bulstrode, Millicent, first in Slytherin.
The list went on with Corner, Michael (Ravenclaw) Crabbe, Vincent, Davis, Tracey (Slytherin) Finch-Fletchley, Justin (Hufflepuff) Finnigan, Seamus (Gryffindor) Goldstein, Anthony (Ravenclaw) Goyle, Gregory, Greengrass, Daphne (Slytherin) Hopkins, Wayne Jones, Megan (Hufflepuff) Longbottom, Neville (Gryffindor) MacMillan, Ernie (Hufflepuff) Malfoy, Draco (Slytherin) McDougal, Morag (Ravenclaw) Nott, Theodore, Parkinson, Pansy (Slytherin) Parvati, Patil, (Ravenclaw) Padma, Patil (Gryffindor)
Then finally,
"Potter, Harry" she called
Harry exhaled a deep breath and puffed out his chest as he climbed up on the stool and then suddenly became nervous when the hat was placed on him and the hall burst into murmurs
"Hmm...difficult. Very difficult indeed. Plenty of courage I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh yes and a nice thirst to prove yourself... but where to put you?
...It better be...
Harry's heart sank, when he heard the verdict, and was dazed until a hand thumped him hard on his back and the loud cheering died down
"Good to see you on the better side Potter!" came the silky voice of Draco Malfoy.
"Thanks mate" Harry replied somberly.
Harry barely managed to hear the rest of the sorting, Thomas, Dean (Gryffindor) Turpin, Lisa (Ravenclaw) Weasley, Ronald (Gryffindor)
and Zabini, Blaise the final Slytherin to sit down. Harry's excitement came back a hundred folds after Dumbledore's speech about rules and regulations;
"The third floor corridor is off limits to those who do not wish a most painful death" He warned before sitting down at the staff table.
Mounds of food appeared in rows and rows upon their table. He was quick to pile his golden plate with food and begin eating.
"You look like you haven't eaten in years mate" Theodore Nott observed while gingerly rolling his food around his plate.
"I feel like it. My aunt and uncle treated me ridiculously growing up. I barely ate maybe one meal a day" Harry explained, trying not to reveal too much on growing up with muggles. Draco turned to him
"Hey Potter, meet Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Pansy Parkinson"
Each one nodded their greeting as they were introduced save Pansy and Astoria who both grinned and waved energetically at him.
"Hello" he replied after swallowing his food.
Pansy scooted closer to him and placed her hand lightly over his arm and smirked "Will you look at that." she jerked her head over at the Gryffindor table "Why in the world is a mudblood sitting there eating our glorious meals, she has no right to be here or have that wand."
Harry looked over at who Pansy was talking about. The small framed petite cinnamon brown curly haired witch he met on the train sat at the Gryffindor table obviously chatting to the red head he now knew was Ronald Weasley and a dark skinned boy named Dean Thomas. Harry had the urge to ask what mudblood was but he felt a sense of dirtiness to the word and refrained from saying it, he instead nodded in bewilderment and went back to eating his food. After the meal was over, the food and plates disappeared and bowls of ice cream appeared before each student. Harry ate it in a matter of seconds, regretting it afterwards. He clasped his hand to his forehead and groaned.
"Mate, has anyone ever told you not to eat cold things fast, it'll give you a head ache?" Draco snickered watching his newly found friend groan in pain and scrunch up his nose.
"I think I may have heard it..." Harry managed to say before another wave of pain hit him. He hadn't realized someone was pushing a small brown square of chocolate into his hands until he looked down and saw it laying in the palm of his hand. He looked up but no one was looking at him at the Slytherin table. He bit into it and felt the immediate resolve of his headache ebb away.
"Thanks" he whispered
~ ~ oo ~ ~
Harry, and the other Slytherin first years followed a tall sandy haired boy with green and silver robes down a set of stairs and into the darkness of the dungeons and stopped at a round portrait with a great emerald snake twisted around a ornate silver sword
"This is the Slytherin commons. The password is Salazar Behold." The sandy haired boy replied as the painting spun in a circle and the emerald snake came alive and spun around the hilt of the sword and hissed, swinging the portrait forward to reveal the room beyond. As Harry stepped in, he noticed the light casted around the room was green and daunting. He heard the prefect say, vaguely that the common room is set underneath the black lake and that is why the lighting is green.
Harry was awestruck at how beautiful the room was, how luxurious everything felt to him, he felt like a king. From the portrait hole, a foyer of sorts, then a set of stone steps leading down unto the flat stone of the wide-open sitting room, he noted there were no windows but he guessed why. The sitting room had a long black leather couch across from another slightly shorter black leather sofa, two chairs of the same fabric, they sat around a circle in front of a silver stoned fireplace. In the corner littered a few desks and more lounging furniture around a tall sturdy bookcase filled to the brim.
To the right of the desks was a pair of stairs heading down into the lower levels that housed the dorms. Fourteen doors stood erected in the lower levels, two doors for each year one boys and one girls. Harry entered the first year dorm alongside Theo and Blaise and claimed a bed near the back wall. The dorms were just as luxurious as the commons, but had enchanted windows just like in the Great Hall. The four-poster beds each had similar emerald green silk sheets and comforters and the curtains were shimmering silver silks. The bed was firm but Harry could care less, he was tired and wanted nothing more than to fall into his bed and sleep, which he did as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Morning came way too fast for Harry's liking, he wanted to turn back around a fall to sleep, but the insistent shaking of his shoulder woke him properly.
"Mate, you'll be late to charms if you don't get up."
Blaise was standing by the door and Theo had moved from his side to the wall and leaned against it waiting. Harry stretched himself out and yawned "I'm up, I'm up bloody hell it's morning." he mumbled as he swung his legs over the bed and onto the ground. He stretched again and stood up, shivering "Blasted cold castle" he whispered, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
"It's Levi-osa not Levi-osar, here watch."
Harry admired the young witch from the back of the classroom where the Slytherins sat. He watched her scoff at Weasley for almost smacking her in her face with his wand and stopped him before he could do damage. Harry realized her brilliance right away, with every question, she immediately had a answer and was barely called on because it was unfair for the rest of the class he assumed. He watched with admiration as she successfully levitated her feather and got awarded ten points to Gryffindor.
"Potter, what are you staring at?" the silky smooth voice of Draco Malfoy interrupted his thoughts
"Nothing Malfoy, just thinking." he lied
Draco shrugged his shoulders and went back to practicing on his own feather. Harry swish and flicked his wand lazily at his feather with his wand speaking the spell clearly and it rose into the air a few inches and landed softly back onto his desk.
Potions was quiet after Professor Snape finished his lecture on the properties of a Bezaor, they had been ordered to create a Antidote to common poisons brew that had to be finished before class was dismissed, it was painstaking, but he was managing with a bit of encouragement from the bright witch he's been admiring all day
"If you crush this before adding it into the brew, it'll be easier to stir." she whispered quietly.
"Thanks" he whispered back, crushing his mistletoe berries with the flat of his knife, and adding it into his cauldron, he then heated his cauldron to medium temperature and stirred it three times clockwise.
"Very well Miss Granger five points to Gryffindor" Professor Snape replied, looking into the girl's cauldron. He visited Malfoy's cauldron then Harry's and received fifteen points to Slytherin. Harry was beginning to think this class was a bore until an explosion caught his interest. The dungeon rang out in laughter as the small black haired Irish boy turned beet red and stared at the floor. Professor Snape swung over to him and told him he was dismissed and that his brows were sure to grow back some day. More laughter filled the room as the students cleaned their cauldrons and exited the room.
"Hey Granger" Harry shouted down the corridor at the fleeting image of the cinnamon haired witch. Harry swore and sprinted after her. He finally caught up with the girl and noticed she had been crying.
"Granger, you left your potions book back in class. Here" He shoved it into her petite hands and strolled off towards the Great Hall, hands shoved into his pockets.
"Did you see his face!" Pansy barked, screeching in laughter smacking the table with the palms of her hands. Harry arched a brow watching Pansy in her uncontrollable fits of laughter, following with the rest of the Slytherins. Harry frowned and shook his head momentarily before glancing back over at the Gryffindor table, then back to his plate
"What's up Potter?" Theo whispered
"Nothing" he lied
"Come on, I know there is something up. You can tell me you know."
"Honestly..." he scoffed
"Yes?" Theo arched a brow
"Ok, what is a mudblood?"
Theo's brows raised and he chuckled softly "It's a witch or wizard who has completely muggle parents. Us purebloods don't believe that they deserve magic, they are filth." he explained with a venomous touch to his voice.
Harry averted his eyes to his plate and repeated the word "mudblood filth..."
"For instance, Granger over there at Gryffindor, she's a mudblood, I believe she is the only one here as far as I know that came from muggle parents."
Harry looked over at the Gryffindor table deep in thought
"So the purebloods and the mudbloods are enemies?" he asked suddenly
Theo arched a brow and looked inquisitively at Harry
"Naturally"
"Ok."
The first years met after lunch on the grounds outside the castle for flying lessons.
"UP!" Harry shouted, immediately the broom flew up into his hand and he grasped it tightly and watched amusingly at the others having difficulty, save himself and Draco.
"up. up. UP!" Weasley screamed causing his broom to fly up and smack him in his face. Harry snickered and Draco smirked.
"Hold your broom firmly in your hands and kick off the ground when I say, I warn you only hover a few above the ground." Madam Hooch was about to blow her whistle when the plum boy named Neville hovered above ground and flew off into the sky, his broom swaying wildly before slamming the boy into the side of the castle several times before tipping him off and flying back to the ground ownerless. He looked up and the boy was hanging by his robes on a stone statue of a gargoyle
"Help me!" The boy yelled.
Harry instinctively mounted his broom and kicked off hard from the ground and flew up into the sky. He saw a glint of something shimmering in the sun and dived after it, catching the ball inches from the ground, then circled around and halted underneath Neville. He raised the broom up a bit, so that Neville was positioned on his broom and his pudgy hands grasped firmly on his shoulders before hovering higher allowing the boy's robe to slip off the statue and lowered them both to the ground.
Madam Hooch's lips were pursed as she ran over to the two boys and yanked Neville off the broom and dragged him into the castle
"Everyone is grounded, If I see one broom up in the air I will personally have you expelled." She shouted over her shoulder.
Harry jumped off his broom and strolled courageously back to the Slytherins
"Nice one mate! You're a natural" Theo blurted, thumping him hard on his back "Though I would have let the stupid git up there and let his rememball suffer"
Harry laughed and shook his head "One time deal I think. Instincts is all it was." Harry explained
"Potter come with me."
Harry spun around and caught Professor McGonagall eyes
"Shite" he muttered as he reluctantly followed the ancient woman into the castle and down a few corridors and up a set of stairs to another few corridors before stopping at a wooden door and knock.
"Y...y...ye..sss? The professor asked
"May I have a word with Flint please" she asked
The professor nodded and a tall black-haired boy stood and exited the room
"I think you mentioned something to Professor Snape that no one tried out for seeker is this correct?"
"I did." Marcus looked curiously at Harry
"Well you should try him out, I've seen for myself that he is very natural at flying at speedy." McGonagall replied grimly
"Of course Professor." he bit out
~ ~ oo ~ ~
Harry walked silently through the corridors at half past eleven, his feet were pulling him in unknown directions while his mind wandered around the events that have come about since he started school. He knew now that Slytherins do not associate with mudbloods, half bloods, and blood traitors.
'A lot of blood.'
He couldn't help but admire the young Gryffindor witch, bright as a bulb if you asked him. '
Never misses a beat she don't.' He thought
He'd come to walk the corridors at the same time every night, just to get away from the commons and its inhabitants. He couldn't help thinking that this was not the house he truly belonged to, but in a way, it did. It confused him profusely when he actually took the time to think about it. But for tonight, his thoughts had been about the small cinnamon haired girl, Hermione... Hermione. He heard rumors that she has been locking herself in the second floor girl's lavatory and crying her heart out. He wondered if it was his mates making her cry, or even perhaps some of the other houses... He heard a few snide remarks from that Weasley kid and a few from a Ravenclaw, it was impossible to understand why they are all so hateful to each other. He'd been around muggles all his life, he knew they bled crimson just like he or Granger or anyone else at this school. He was certainly lost to that matter and followed his mate's gestures. They were training him without knowing it was happening, training him to be the wizard he should have been after birth...
His brow arched into his hair as he halted to see two figures crushed against the wall and heard Mr. Norris, Filtch's cat meowing near them
"What in Merlin's pants are you two doing out here?" he whispered, crushing up against the wall beside them
"I..was...uhm" Granger stumbled and kicked a pebble
"Dammit! Shh in here, hurry!"
"The door, it's locked" Weasley said, tugging on the knob
"Oh move" Granger replied, pushing Weasley and Harry out of the way
"Alohomora" she whispered and a soft click announced the door unlocking
"Go" Harry whispered urgently
They closed the door behind them and Harry rounded on her
"What the hell Granger, you could have gotten me in trouble" he spat
"You?" she shrieked
"Uh guys..."
"Yes me! I swear if I get caught with you two I will hex you up and down the corridors" he shouted
"Uhm guys..."
"Why were you out this late at night, if you knew you could get into serious trouble" she countered
"Because I can!" he defended
"GUYS!"
"WHAT!" They said in unison
They turned to Weasley and instantly backed themselves against the wall. A gigantic furry three-headed dog growled at them, the outer two heads lowered to snap at them while the middle barked veraciously at them.
"Get out, go!" Weasley shouted, turning and bounding out the door, down the stairs and into an adjacent hallway half way down to the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione caught up shortly after, weak kneed and breathing heavily.
"Did you.. Did you see what was under his foot?" Hermione asked catching her breath in big gulps
"No, we were more worried about the three heads!" Weasley answered sarcastically
"A trap door" Harry replied
"Yes exactly. Whatever it's hiding, must be very valuable." she concluded
"How do you know it's hiding something?" Harry inquired
"I just have a feeling Potter, okay. I'm going to bed before you think up another clever idea to get us killed, or worst expelled." She said pointedly to Weasley then spun on her heels and stormed up the staircase
Harry rolled his eyes and without another word, left Weasley standing alone and strolled into the dungeons.
Harry always loved Fridays, Friday was a free day, and he would spend it hanging out in the commons with Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. He played against an equally good opponent in Wizard's chess, Draco who beat him numerous times but equally lost the same amount.
"Queen to A 5. Check"
Draco's brows furrowed
"Knight to A 3"
Harry barked out a laugh and shook his head "Well done mate. Castle to A 3" Harry watched his castle slide across the board two squares, levitate over Draco's knight and slam itself down on top of the knight, shattering it to pieces.
"Damn it! Bishop to E 7" The two watched Draco's Bishop slide sideways across the board, raise his staff and swipe it across one of Harry's pawn's midriff thus slicing it in half and moving itself onto the square the pawn had been
Harry chewed his bottom lip while his eyes skirted around the board.
"AH! Knight to B 1" Harry could barely hold in his excitement when his knight slid across the board, took out it's sword, raised it high above his head and slam it down the middle of Draco's King, slicing it in half
"Check mate."
Draco groaned and flipped the board off the table
"Easy killer." Theo said snidely
"You suck Potter."
"I suck Malfoy? I think not!"
Draco scoffed and flopped back down on the couch
"So I hear that mudblood is stirring all kinds of trouble lately" Harry began
"I heard she locks herself in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and cries her itty bitty heart out because widdle boys are questioning her about her femininity" Pansy chimed in
Draco and Harry burst out laughing
"I heard something yesterday that put me in a fit of laughter, that Irish kid, Seamus? He said he deliberately snuck the wrong ingredient into her cauldron just so it would explode leaving the mudblood singed and Gryffindor a whole twenty points out. I may hate them, but damn good pranksters" Harry said
"Just wait until our first Slytherin/Gryffindor pairing. I bet we can pull off the ultimate prank against the mudblood" Draco added with a nod
~ ~ oo ~ ~
Harry only had to wait a total of three weeks into his first term for their first paired potions assignment. The ten Slytherins sat at their table at the illustrious Halloween feast putting on the final touches of their illicit Project Prank the Mudblood. Harry had chosen to sit himself on the left side of the table so he could view the Gryffindor table. Like always, it had become a habit in the two months he had been at school to sit in that very same spot during his feasting hour. When he chanced a glance while his friend's heads were huddled over the table discussing the finality of their plans, he immediately knew something was off, someone was missing…
Everyone's head spun towards the Great Hall doors as they erupted open and a teacher stumbled over himself up the aisle screaming
"Troll! In the dungeon! There is a troll, in the dungeons!"
As the man fainted, he added
"Thought you ought to know"
Harry watched in slow motion as Dumbledore rose from his seat along with the other teachers and noticed the students had not registered what was said for a moment, for they sat silently watching the man lay still on the ground. Suddenly, all the students cried and screamed, stumbling out of their seats and trying to get out of the Great Hall.
"SILENCE! Will everyone please not panic. Now..." Dumbledore said calmly, looking out upon his students over his half-moon spectacles "Prefects will lead their houses back to their dormitories; teachers will follow me into the dungeons."
Harry and his Slytherin mates mingled into the crowd outside the Great Hall and he overheard that Neville kid say that little witch, Granger has been in the lavatory and wondered if she knew about the troll. Instinctively, he purposely fell back into the crowd and upon seeing an opening between students, he tore off, heading for the second floor girls lavatory, bumping into the young Weasley kid as he had skidded to a halt in front of the door.
"What are you doing here Potter?" he sneered
"I could ask you the same question Weasley" Harry snapped, yanking the door open and running in, only to stop dead and be bumped into by Weasley which in turn announced their arrival of a tall grey troll with a lopsided mouth and a dumbfounded expression. He groaned loudly and raised his sickly green club and Harry pushed Weasley out of the way and dived to the side as the club struck the ground where the pair of them had been previously standing.
When he shot his head up, the troll had turned back around and was striking down a sink that was beside the one Granger was huddled under. She screamed and Harry took the incentive to grab onto the troll's club as it was being raised and dropped down onto the back of the troll's neck. The troll groaned and swayed this way and that, trying to throw off the boy. When Harry was jerked forward, not really having a plan at this point, he jabbed his wand into the troll's nose hoping to throw it off, failing miserably when the troll roared and swung his hand back, grabbed Harry's leg and dangled him above the stone ground that was the bathroom.
"Do something!" he cried, lifting his head up as the troll swung his club at him, nearly missing his head by inches
"What!" the red head boy shouted, looking around
"Anything!" he lifted his head again for a narrow miss from the troll's club
"Swish and flick!" Hermione cried, doing the hand motions in the air
"Wingardium Levisoa"
The club that was raised into the air about to have another go at his head slipped out of the troll's grasp and landed with a loud thud on top of its head. Harry fell out of the trolls grasps and quickly fleeted backward as the troll lolled for a moment then fell ungracefully to the ground.
"Is it dead?" Hermione asked, walking towards the two boys
"I don't think so, just knocked out." Harry replied, taking another look at the downed troll, then squatted and removed his wand from the trolls nose
"Yuck troll bogeys" Weasley chimed in as McGonagall, Quirrell and Snape ventured in
"Oh my goodness!" McGonagall tumbled backwards a step with her hand upon her chest. "Explain yourselves, both of you!" McGonagall fumbled
"Well it was.." the boys started in unison
"It was my fault professor McGonagall…" Hermione cut the boys off
"Miss G..Granger" McGonagall replied softly in a disbelieving tone
"I went looking for the troll" she started, averting her eyes to her feet "I've read about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong and if Ron and Harry hadn't come to find me, I probably would have been dead" she explained, looking seemingly on the verge of tears when she locked eyes with Harry and just as quickly put on a innocent deferential face and looked up at McGonagall.
"Be that as it may, It was an extremely foolish thing to do Miss Granger!"
Harry looked over at Snape and down his leg, he noted the leg of his trousers were ripped and a stream of blood was dripping down his exposed flesh, Harry looked oddly at it then snapped his head back up when he realized Snape had noticed him and threw his robe in front of himself.
"I would have expected more rational behavior from your part and I'm very disappointed in you Miss Granger." McGonagall reprimanded, "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment."
She turned to Harry and Ron "As for you two gentlemen, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first year students can take on a full-grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale! Five points..." She paused "Will be awarded to both Gryffindor and Slytherin, for sheer dumb luck" McGonagall gave them a stern look, turned, and walked out of the bathroom.
Harry entered the common rooms hoping to just go to his dorm and sleep off the event he had narrowly managed to escape from, but as it were his luck had run out with the troll. Draco was sitting sideways on the leather chair and Pansy, Theo, Blaise, Tracey, Daphne, and Astoria were sitting on the couch with Blaise and Theo sitting on either side of the couch arms. They had all looked up together when Harry emerged through the portrait hole
"Where have you been Potter?" Draco asked, throwing a ball up into the air and then catching it repeatedly.
"I got lost. Teacher found me…," he mumbled, hoping that would fill their minds for the night, which much to Harry's relief it did.
"So" Draco smirked, swinging his legs over the couch and rolling out the parchment onto the table as Harry sat between Pansy and Daphne
"This is the plan, Harry, Pansy, and Theo will corner the Mudblood here." Draco pointed to a position on a roughly made map of Hogwarts and looked up at the three in question and arched his brow
"This is when Blaise and Astoria will come up from behind the tapestry of the witch in black and place the stunning spell on her. Daphne, Tracey, and I will come from behind the Statue of Caile, cast the boils charm while Daphne adds the modification, and Harry will feed the potion Snape gave us to her." Draco had stood and began to pace the common room some while ago as he spoke. He did not even care if any of the fourteen Slytherins sitting around the common room heard him.
"Right, that's when Crabbe and Goyle, who are on look out, will give us time to get back into hiding before summing a charms book to smack her in the head repeatedly, thus waking her up." Theo chimed in with a smirk and Draco nodded with a grin
"Oh this is going to be good." Pansy added, shrieking with laughter, causing them all to burst into fits of laughter.
"This will go down in history I hope!" Astoria squealed
"Hey mate what's up?" Theo had dropped his voice, noticing Harry looked a little uncomfortable, and only fake laughing.
"Nothing"
Theo raised a brow, then shrugged it off and rejoined the laughing Slytherins.
Harry waved them night and headed down into his dorm. Laying in bed, he decided from this night forward he will start becoming a true Slytherin. The sorting hat must have placed him here for a reason and he figures it will not change so he best start acting the part no matter what, and get the mudblood out of his head.
He nodded to himself, placed his glasses on the nightstand, and fell asleep instantly
A/N Sorry! I need to end it here, next chapter will be up ASAP I promise!