disclaimer: I do not own anything that occurred or was mentioned in the original Harry Potter books. All characters coming from the books belong solely to J.K Rowling. Anything that was not expressed in the books, is solely of my opinion or other people's that I agreed with on some level.
warnings: violence, swearing, shounen ai (boy/boy), ooc-ness, evil!Harry, good-but-still-evil!Draco, Boy Who Lived!Neville, and more... (:D)
a/n: Eh... just read it. This idea has been bothering me for a very long time. ;-;
I can remember a place I used to go--
Chrysanthemums of white.
They seemed so beautiful.
Laughter and soft music trailed from the Potter's family home, that he knew the location of thanks the groveling Pettigrew, and thanks to the rat he could kill two birds with one stone. The Longbottoms had come to visit the Potters, to try and figure out what each family would do if the other was attacked by he. A wicked grin appeared on Riddle's face as he signaled for his Death Eaters to enter the house and kill the parents (who he knew were the only ones there besides the two children). Their screams were music to his ears, and when they died out so that only a child's cries could be heard, he entered the home.
The two Death Eaters that came with him- Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange- each held a child in their arms. The Longbottom boy was held by Lucius, and the Potter child was held by Bellatrix. Neville was bawling his eyes out, while the other boy was silent and hardly seemed to notice any change. Riddle noticed the strangeness of the babe and beckoned for Bellatrix to hand him the child, upon holding the child he realized what was wrong with the babe. Softly whispering, he directed the words to the dark haired child, "'Borne of the living as the dead, by the age of five if not thy dead killed, he shall see no more moons. Killed by the curse of death, he be, then he shall prove his heritage true. Childe changed in the womb, marked so all shall see, a drop of blood, thy Lord be renewed.' You are that child, are you not?" The child did not return the remark, but the faint fluttering heartbeat proved to be the babe's downfall, and the lightning bolt scar upon his brow be the proof Riddle needed.
His grin spreading, he placed the tip of his wand on young Harry Potter's scar, and with all intent uttered the words, "Avada Kedavra!" As the alien green light engulfed the boy, his deep emerald eyes opened suddenly and he began cry as a newborn should have. "I wonder, who's side shall you be on?" Riddle asked the child as he passed the babe to Bellatrix, who in turn lay the now crying child on the couch. Taking Neville, Riddle prepared to kill this child with the same curse, and was baffled as the light returned at him. To the astounded gasps of Lucius and Bellatrix the Dark Lord vanished completely as it seemed, and his two followers fled the scene. Leaving to crying babes, one crying for the first time, the other crying because of the pain the smooth leaf-shaped scar upon his neck caused.
Albus Dumbledore arrived shortly after he had felt the Dark Lord's power vanish, with Sirius Black and Hagrid accompanying him. He took no notice of the fact that Harry was now crying, a tiny white chrysanthemum lying in his arms. The headmaster of Hogwarts picked up Neville and declared to Sirius- who had picked his godson up in his arms- "The Boy Who Lived- Neville Longbottom has brought about the end of Voldemort. For now, he must be trained to defeat the Dark Lord when he returns. Hagrid? Take him to his grandparents, they will take care of him well."
The giant sniffed and told Dumbledore that he would be honored to, while Sirius cradled Harry in his arms- delighted that his godson was staring at him happily with his dark emerald eyes. Suddenly, the head of the Black family asked, "And what of Harry? Do I get to take custody of my godson?"
Disinterestedly Dumbledore said, "Yes, of course, he is your godson, you are entitled to his care. Now- now we need to lock Pettigrew up in Azkaban... he sold the Potter's location so that when this happened, Voldemort would be able to kill both children!"
I can remember--
I searched for the amaranth.
I'd shut my eyes to see.
Sirius Black threw down the Daily Prophet in a huff, the stupid newspaper was still writing about the Boy Who Lived even when the boy was going to start Hogwarts. It was pointless, completely insane in his opinion. Who cared if Neville was finally going to be ready to officially learn magic? The boy had already been taught third and fourth year magic, why did it matter that he got to learn properly, amongst students? He turned at the question of, "Something wrong Padfoot?"
The dark-haired man softly as his almost eleven-year old godson, almost taken back at most times at the uncanny resemblance Harry had to his father- James. Silently the older man mused, All but his deep emerald eyes. And the fact that he is so unlike James and Lily in personality. Well- no matter how he ends up in the future, I shall support him. Aloud he answered, "The wizards and witches of the worlds are still hooked on the Boy Who Lived, as if it wasn't enough that when the kid was five his grandmother had gotten him engaged to the Malfoy heir- with Lucius's content! Something about a prophecy that the two would be great together, ugh!"
The unruly haired boy laughter rang out of soothing bells, as he agreed with godfather, "Ew is right Siri! A Malfoy and a Longbottom? What has the world come to!?" Sirius's laughter joined his godson, until a rapping on the window distracted them. A tawny owl was scratching at the glass, clearly wanting to get out of the late July heat. Knowing what it was at this point, the older man opened the window to let the owl in. The bird promptly dropped the letter and fled form the house of rude people who didn't let it in. Chuckling, Sirius handed Harry the letter.
Harry cleared his throat with a fake gesture, "Dear Harry Black Potter, of Goric Hollow..." He continued to scan the letter and grinned, "Siri! Siri! I'm going to Hogwarts- finally! But really, it doesn't matter since I've already learned up to the fifth year spells but-"
"Yes, yes, Harry, but we better go get the first year essentials for Hogwarts, and you better pretend you weren't taught those spells already! If you're good, I'll teach you sixth year spells during the holidays, and over the summer," his godfather laughed happily, "Now let's get you to Diagon Alley to shop for things you already know about!" Laughing, they went on their way, not expecting who they were going to meet at Diagon Alley.
They had gotten everything for Harry but his robes and wand- so the two were entering Madame Malkin's when the heard, "Really Neville, you could have a bit more taste. You are the Boy Who Lived after all!"
Curious, they walked in, with Sirius suddenly joking to Harry, "With you gone, I'll have more time with Moony! Thank you Hogwarts!"
In turn his godson snorted, "And I won't have to listen to you tw-"
He was cut off by his godfather greeting a tall blond standing off to the side of the store, "Hello Lucius! Good to see you again, eh?"
The blond- Lucius Malfoy almost scowled when he saw the lithe dark haired man greeting him but greeted the man in turn. It wouldn't do to be on the bad side of one of the Black's- no matter how they acted, they all had dubious connections and twisted senses of humor. Sirius grinned and told his godson, "Why don't you go talk to Lucius's son, and Neville? They seem to be having their robes sized- I have something to talk to Lucius about, and I'll just wait here for Madame Malkin to bring your robes from the back."
Scowling, the emerald eyed boy stalked over towards the blond and the brown-haired boys sitting in chairs as two assistants measured them. The blond turned to stare at Harry first then sneered, "Harry Potter, eh? Sirius Black's godson, heir of the Black family fortune. I see you're attending Hogwarts as well, pleasure to meet you. I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."
Neville rolled his eyes slightly at the blond's antics, "Don't let Draco get to you, Harry, I'm Neville Lon-"
"I've heard both of your names in the Prophet, doesn't take much to realize who Rita means. Delighted, I'm sure, to have met such fine people. But really? I'm against the societal norm, so lets hope I don't find reasons to hate you both," Harry interrupted distastefully, he, like the Black family who raised him, was unusual. The Black family was always strange, with a history of family members going to all the Houses of Hogwarts, and being both good and evil- the Black Family was truly a mixing pot.
At that moment the two boys in the chairs received their fitted robes, and Sirius came towards Harry holding a shrinking silver parcel that Harry was sure held his robes, followed by Lucius. "Well, since all of us need to go to Ollivander's, why not go now?"
So they went, much to the displeasure of the three boys. Neville and Draco talked like Harry wasn't there, not that the younger boy cared much at all. Once at Ollivander's it took the old wandmaker only a few minutes to find Draco's, which appropriately held a dragon heartstring, it took a little longer to find Neville's- which had a unicorn hair. Then it was Harry's turn, and he went through several wands until the wandmaker went away for a few minutes to come back with a dusty black box with a blood colored ribbon sealing it shut. He took the dark-colored wand from the box and handed it to Harry- who noticed that in the dim light a faint sheen of red could be seen in the wood. The wandmaker whispered, "11 inches, supple, holly, with a single phoenix feather as the core."
This time the wand reacted calmly to his presence, tiny red and black sparks dripping from the tip for a few seconds before they stopped flowing. Ollivander frowned and muttered, "Strange that the brother wand of You-Know-Who goes to Harry Potter, and not Neville Longbottom. Strange indeed, seeing as the tail feather in your wand was given by the same phoenix at the same time as You-Know-Who's. Strange, odd indeed. Then again... the Black family has always been strange..."
Before things could get out of hand, Sirius paid Ollivander and grabbed Harry and apparated back to the Black family home. Facing Harry he told his godson, "You are not to tell anyone about that wand's origins other than those who need to know! We do not need people thinking you are the next Voldemort- alright?" Harry nodded, his eyes wide at the thought of someone thinking he would be a Dark Lord!
Oh, how I smiled then,
So near the cherished ones.
I knew they would appear...
Saw not a single one.
The next time that anyone noticed Harry was when he was called up to be sorted, his dark emerald eyes scanning each table with a silent distaste. As the hat was placed on his head, his eyes were glaring silently at the Gyffindor table where Longbottom and Malfoy sat next to each other, the other Gryffindors completely content with this. His eyes turned over to the Slytherins who understood that if Malfoy was in Gryffindor, then the blond would make sure that they were treated better by the other Houses.
The unruly haired youth tried to pretend that he was not startled by the voice whispering in his ear, "Hello, boy. What house do you want to be in? No... rather... what house will you fit in best with? None of them really... but you are cunning, as all those raised as a Black are... Plus, somewhere, somehow you have a deep running ambition... Then.."
Harry pretended to take a deep breath, but really couldn't be bothered by where the hat put him. He almost smiled when the hat shouted, "Slytherin!"
Almost.
Ignoring the clapping Slytherins, he took a seat at the more empty end of the tables, waiting for the few others to be sorted. When the headmaster spoke he barely heard the words that left the old man's mouth, but snorted when he heard how completely pointless the speech was. The only thing he was glad for was that because there was an odd amount of Slytherin first year boys, Harry would get a room all to himself.
Few people noticed the Potter child as he always took a few tries to to do something successful other than in Potions, and the Care of Magical Creatures class.
Two interesting things happened that year.
The first being that Harry Potter happened to be in detention with Neville, Draco, Hermione, and Ron when they went into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid to look for an injured unicorn. Harry went with Fang, which meant he had to deal with Malfoy and Longbottom. His lip curling up in distaste, he followed the path of silver blood to which they found the unicorn. And what had attacked the unicorn. Malfoy and Longbottom had panicked and fled, leaving Harry to stare at the shrouded figure that approached. Pain twisted around in his body as a memory came slithering back with a burning vengeance- the creature slid towards the boy until a centaur rescued the writhing boy, taking him to Hagrid.
The only thing they got from Harry was, "No- No- That can't be... I'm human..." They couldn't get anything out of the boy- not even Dumbledore who attempted to enter the boy's mind, only to find it blocked by something unusual.
Second, after Neville had destroyed Quirell, the injured group of teens found Harry injured as well- and decided to ask the boy why he was there. "So- Why are you here, Potter?" Malfoy had sneered, "Had a fright again so you fainted?"
"I thought I stated earlier this year- don't give me reason to hate you?" The younger boy growled, ignoring the glares from the other four teens.
"Oh- ignore him Draco, he's not worth the time-" Hermione begged, oblivious to the glares from Neville.
At that second Pansy had run in, and her attention was quickly turned to Harry, "Harry! Harry! Are you alright!?"
Wincing at his friend's shouts, Harry replied weakly, "It was just a scratch, Pansy."
"Just a scratch!? You could have lost your arm! There was so much blood..." The girl whined, concerned for her friend.
"Fine- It's not a scratch- its a wound, happy? But I don't see why you have to worry, I can still move my arm. What's worse is that that old git is probably going to give more points to Gryffindor to make it so Slytherin doesn't get the house cup," he returned, his features set in a silent scowl.
And he was right, much to the Gryffindors' pleasure.
Oh, how I smiled then,
Waiting so patiently.
I'd make a wish and bleed.
While I waited I was wasting away.
Over the summer, the Malfoy and Longbottom family came to visit one of the Black's... more remote homes. They found it slightly odd to find six year and above books lying around the sitting area, and a young Harry pouring over one book called, 'Rare and Unreachable Mythical Beings of Earth and the Beyond' by an unknown author. "Siri! Guests!" the boy called, not once looking up as Sirius came down followed by Remus Lupin. As Sirius greeted his unexpected guests Harry turned to ask Remus, "Moony... has anyone ever seen a 'Solki'?"
"Well once or twice... supposedly, but those people are dead, why do ask?" The werewolf wondered why his godson-by-law was looking up such creatures.
"I was just curious," Harry sniffed, pulling a dejected look on his face which made Remus scowl.
"Harry," the boy turned at the serious tone of his godfather's voice, "Lucius says you've been 'mean' to his son and future son-in-law. Is that true?"
"I've been distant, Sirius, not mean. Besides- one would think that someone could believe in their child enough to let him solve his own problems," Harry said sending a sharp glare towards Neville and Draco.
"I have to agree with my godson on that one, Lucius. So would you like to stay for lunch? And Harry, I invited Blaise over so... good luck," Sirius said, somehow delighted at having people over.
Harry groaned as the door opened and another dark-haired, but taller boy ran in and promptly tackled the younger one. "Blaise! Get off of me!" The smaller boy whined.
"No way- your so cute-" Blaise snickered, poking Harry in the stomach.
"I'm not cute!"
"You are."
"Am not."
"You are."
"Am not."
"You are, 'cause I say so."
"Am not, 'cause I'm the one who knows how he looks."
"You are, 'cause other people's opinions matter."
"Am not..."
"Ha! I win," Blaise declared, letting Harry get up.
"Nice one, Zabini," Neville snorted holding out a hand to Blaise.
"Oh? The Golden Boy offering me, a Slytherin, his friendship? I'm touched, but I would rather stick with Harry... see he's adorable, and you aren't," Blaise snorted stubbornly, ignoring Harry's mutter of, "I'm not cute."
"Harry, dear, we've already had this conversation- You are cute, now get over it. Use it to your advantage," Blaise offered his pouting friend, who turned away with his arms crossed, "So Sirius, where are taking Mr. I'm-not-cute, for his birthday this year?"
"I was thinking that Muggle zoo he likes... the one with nearly every species of snake known to Muggles, since the kid enjoys watching the serpents," Sirius replied with a grin, clearly ignoring the other company.
"That's awesome! Are you inviting Vincent, Greg, Theodore, and Pansy as usual Harry?" He asked, turning his attention to his friend.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Harry asked, tilting his head in the perfect picture of innocence.
"Well the Golden Boy and his future fuckbuddy are standing here, I was wondering if you're friends with them now?" The other boy asked, a hurt puppy expression on his face.
"Ew- no, why would I want to be friends with them? I don't like them..." Harry whined, making a gagging motion, to which Sirius, Remus and Blaise laughed at.
I can remember...
Dreamt them so vividly,
Soft creatures draped in white,
Light kisses gracing me.
I can remember when I first realized--
Dreams were the only place to see them.
While I waited I was wasting away.
Hope was wasting away.
Blaise, Theodore and Pansy made it their goal in the second year to torture the Golden Boy and his friends- not really caring about the repercussions of the fact that one of the said friends was a Malfoy. It had gone far enough that Pansy had called Granger a mudlood, and then the three had run off laughing. In anger the four Gryffindors followed to get revenge on the three Slytherins but had stopped at Blaise's cry of, "Harry!"
Curious they had peered around the corner and crept up behind the three Slytherins crowded around a prone figure. Hermione had gasped when she saw the damage done to the out-cold Slytherin's arms, and assumed he was petrified like the other students had been this year. On Harry's pale bare arms, bloody imprints of scales appeared on the upper half and slowly slid to show scrape wounds clearly done by the scales. Alerting one of the nearby paintings, which in turn alerted Professor Snape, who came in a rushed manner towards the students.
By that time, Harry had opened his eyes and was whimpering softly, trying to get away from the other students, and even tried to get away from the professor. Snape glared at each of the Gyffindors and told the students to return to their dorms as he took Harry to Madame Pomfrey.
The next day, the four Gryffindors decided to visit the injured boy in the infirmary as soon as his Slytherin friends had left. "Did you see what had attacked you?" was what Neville had asked the second the younger boy turned towards them.
"Possibly..." He trailed off, his emerald eyes looking out the window down on the Forbidden Forest as if the others weren't there.
"If you did, you better tell us Potter," hissed Draco, his silver eyes narrowed darkly at the Slytherin.
Suddenly the younger boy returned the glare full force and sneered back at the blond, "Oh? Doesn't the good little Gryffindor know what's in the Chamber of Secrets? Well- I wouldn't think you would- after all only a Gryffindor could be stupid enough to not realize what would be in a Chamber that only opens to a Slytherin. Really, but I'll tell you whats in there. I'll tell you- its a basilisk. Now leave."
They left, since they hadn't wanted to unravel the mystery that was Harry Potter, and went about trying to figure out where the Chamber of Secrets was located. They soon figured it was Myrtle's bathroom, and decided to go there to rescue Ginny when she had disappeared. Entering the bathroom late in the night, they found Harry sitting on one of the sinks talking with Myrtle.
"I think thats superb, Harry," Myrtle cooed as the living boy's face turned into a scowl.
"You would- you have nothing left to lose," he said curtly.
"It would seem so, ta-ta Harry, come visit soon," the ghost cooed as she slid away from view.
Ron growled at Harry, "What are you doing here, Slytherin!? You're the one who controls the basilisk!?"
"No, I do not control the over grown snake. I'm just here because I figured you would like to, I dunno, actually get to the Weaselette?" He tilted his head, the glares getting annoying.
"You can open it, Potter? Show us," Draco demanded as the younger boy jumped down from the sink he was sitting at and turned to face the faucet.
Strangely it had a mark on it that appeared to be a snake- a living one, at that. Bending down close to the snake's head they heard Harry hiss something in an unusually lilting sound for a snake- and then the sinks rose to the ceiling, revealing the large pipe below. "Ta-dah," muttered the parseltongue, stepping back as the basilisk rose from the pipe, its eyes shut. Suddenly the snake wrapped its head around Harry and dragged the boy down into the pipes.
With quick glances around the Gryffindors went down the pipe as well, getting Hermione and Ron trapped on one side, while Draco and Neville could follow the sound of the basilisk's scraping scales. They barely made it past the strange door as it slid shut, and watched as the basilisk dropped Harry next to a prone Ginny. The notebook lay open on the other side of the redheaded girl, and a tall pale dark haired teen was watching Harry as he stood up.
Scowling the nearly see-through teen hissed something at Harry, to which the now standing boy said in English, "Sure, Tom, I'd love to help you- but you sent that snake after me. Twice. I don't think that helps you much, now go find some other pawn. Oh yes and-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence as the basilisk whipped its head towards the boy, causing him to slam against the floor and fall unconscious.
He was told when he woke up in the infirmary that Draco and Neville had saved his life by killing the basilisk. Harry was not grateful at all.
The third year, nothing unusual happened other than Harry capturing Scabbers- who turned out to be Peter Pettigrew- and giving the rat to Dumbledore. Then Pettigrew was killed of the Dementor's Kiss shortly afterwards, and Ron was nearly killed by a Hippogriff.
Fourth year found most of the school rooting for Cedric in the Triwizard Tournament, and saying that Longbottom stinks. In the final trial, Cedric was killed by Voldemort- who Dumbledore claimed had returned. The only thing that hadn't been mentioned by Neville to Dumbledore was that Harry Potter had been there, and that Voldemort's servant had taken a single drop of Harry's blood to complete the ritual of reviving Riddle. Riddle had snarled at the servant for chaining Harry up, released the chained teen and told him to go back to Hogwarts. Then Harry left in what seemed to be an angry huff, and Riddle called the Death Eaters.
Still- no one really ever noticed Harry Potter until the fifth year. The year that the Ministry decided it should intervene.
Faith was wasting away.
I was wasting away.
I never, never wanted this.
I always wanted to believe--
But from the start,
I'd been deceived.
I'd never, never wanted this.
The train ride to the school during the fifth year, found Harry in an empty compartment trying to avoid his friends, pain curling over his features. Sighing he pulled himself from his state of being curled up as he heard someone approaching the compartment. It turned out to be prefect Draco Malfoy, who seemed shocked that Blaise or Pansy weren't there. "Where are your little friends, Potter?" the blond had sneered.
The younger teen had just shrugged, ignoring the blond's shocked expression, and then asked, "When will you be leaving Malfoy?"
"Now," snarled the blond, walking away from the younger teen, muttering about how ignorant and stupid Harry was.
As the door slammed shut, Harry bent down and cradled his knees- it still hurt. And he didn't know why, which made it hurt even worse. There was nothing worse than not knowing what was causing you grief- since then, you couldn't fix the problem. However, some part of his mind told him that the pain was only part of the process. To which the teen had asked what sort of process, and had gotten no reassuring answer from the part of his mind that seemed to know everything.
The train halted to a stop, and Harry cursed his luck at having to be in pain at Hogwarts for no reason.
Inside a crumbling effigy,
So dies all innocence.
But you promised me...
a/n; Was it decent enough? I hope so... This was only the prolouge, story gets flowing in the first chapter. Which will probably be up on Wednesday or Thursday. Possibly Tuesday, but somehow I doubt it. It is a bit long compared to other things I've written... x3
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