Summary: As we get stories of Harry getting into Slytherin and he makes good friends with everyone and it's not like how everyone shows Slytherin in other stories. Well, for those who like heavy sexual stuff. This story is for you. For Year 1-7 and beyond.
P.S I don't own anything by JK or her character. But I wish I did so that I could make more HP stories.
Warning: this story may contain Sexual scenes such as threesomes, rape and other stuff. Plus it has a Dark Harry with a multi. Don't like it, don't read it. Some girls are in already, but suggest girls for it. Plus Draco gets a lot of girls as well. That's why it's rated M!
Chapter One – A Beginning of a new Friendship
Harry looked around the Alley in amazement. Shops signs such as Eeylops Owl Emporium and Flourish and Blotts jumps out into his vision. "Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding toward 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. There's another young man being fitted up 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 up to the right length.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes." said Harry, extending a hand. "My name is Harry, Harry Potter." The Boy's eyes widen in surprise before taking Harry's hand.
"My name's Draco Malfoy. If you want, when we get to Hogwarts, I could help you out. I heard that you were sent to live with Muggles."
"Yeah, they are the worst. I'm a bit scared that I will be utterly useless when I get to Hogwarts." Said Harry nervously.
"No, you won't. All you need are friends willing to help you. You need proper friends, though," Draco decided. "Boys your own age. Shall we be friends, Harry?"
In his whole life, no one had ever wanted to be Harry's friend. Everyone had always been too afraid of Dudley. But there was no Dudley in the wizarding world. "I'd like that," he said sincerely.
"Brilliant!" Draco said enthusiastically as a tall blond man entered the store and walked over to Draco. He had the same pale skin and pointed face as Draco, even the same cold, grey eyes. His robes were subtle, yet superbly made. He wore a fur hat on his head and carried a snake-headed silver cane in his left hand."Father!" Draco said with spirit. "I want you to meet Harry Potter!"
"Draco's father examined Harry in his grey eyes before extending a hand. "With the Rumours I'd heard about you, I'd expected you to be tall. However it's a pleasure to meet you mister Potter. I'd trust that my son has treated you to your standard?"
"Standard?" asked Harry.
"Yes. Standard. You are heir of the Ancient House of Potter and Black. A lot of Political power comes with that. However, that's not the time for such talk. Draco. We need to go. Are your robes done?"
"Yes Father. Harry. I'll meet you on the train." Said Draco. Harry nodded before raising his arms at the command of Madam Malkin. Inside were the thoughts of delight of finally getting a friend.
First of September 1991
Harry woke with a start as the nightmare came again. A green light stuck in his mind. Not that he'd didn't mind the colour. He'd managed to get several of Dudley jumpers in dark green and thought that they worked well with his eyes. He'd turned over and glance at the clock. 5:07 Am in the morning. He got up and pulled on his trousers, not wanting to walk into the station in his wizard's robes. He would change on the train. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, then paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up. Two hours later, Harry's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursley's car, Aunt Petunia had bribed Dudley into sitting next to Harry, and they had set off.
They reached King's Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry's trunk out onto the curb and got back into the car without saying a word. Harry pulled a cart over and was about to ask for help when the Dursleys drove off, giving him a face full of exhaust.
Choking, Harry somehow muscled his trunk onto the cart and wheeled it inside. He pulled out his ticket to see what platform he was leaving from and stared at it in amazement.
It read Platform 9 & ¾. Was this some kind of test? Was it a foolish joke? Seeing no alternative, he pushed his cart down to where platforms nine and ten were.
Harry stared up at the big plastic numbers. There was only a 9 and a 10. What was he going to do?At that moment a group of people passed just behind him, and he caught a few words of what they were saying.
"-packed with Muggles, of course-"
Harry swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry's in front of him, and they had an owl.
Heart hammering, Harry pushed his cart after them. They stopped, and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying.
"Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.
"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her mother's hand. "Mum, can't I go too?"
"Next year, Ginny, next year. All right, Percy, you first."
What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it - but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.
"Fred, your turn," the plump woman said.
"He's not Fred, I am!" protested one of the twins.
The other looked very hurt and cast his mother a reproachful glance. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
George lined up his cart with the divider and flashed her a grin. "Only joshing. I am Fred really," he said, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone - but how had he done it?
Now the third brother was walking briskly towards the barrier. Harry inched forward and saw the boy walk through the wall. Of course, a portal. Typical wizards. Harry then watched the last boy and his mother and sister go through the wall and followed quickly afterwards. He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that barrier, and then he'd be in trouble. Leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run. The barrier was coming nearer and nearer. He wouldn't be able to stop. The cart had too much momentum built up. He was a metre away. A calming feeling eased over him as he walked through the portal and exited on the other side.
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. He'd made it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every colour wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart down the platform in search of Draco, the only person he knew. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."
"Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh. Harry mentally laughed at the boy's misfortune as he pushed on.
A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.
"Give us a look, Lee, go on."
The boy lifted the lid of the box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg. Unable to find Draco, Harry pulled the heavy trunk up to the last Carriage. With plenty of effort, he managed to secure a compartment to himself. Harry then took advance of empty compartment to change into his Hogwarts uniform, eager to be out of those horrible muggle clothing. As Harry did up his tie, the door slide over and Draco entered the compartment with a trunk as well. Draco was already dressed in his robes.
"Hey Harry. Sorry about being late. I'd overslept and the house elf didn't wake me up. Father had to give him clothes." Said Draco.
The train shuddered gently and started to pull out of the station. "Perfect timing." Said Harry as he sat down along with Draco.
"Yeah. I can't wait until we get to Hogwarts. I'm certain that I'll be in Slytherin." Said Draco.
"Slytherin?" asked Harry.
"There's four houses and the best is Slytherin. Anyone who wants to succeed is in Slytherin. It's the house for the ambitious, the clever, and the sneaky. If you're really smart then you belong in Ravenclaw. My father says they're a bunch of bookworms. If you like to work hard then you'll be in Hufflepuff, so they say, but father says they're a bunch of duffers. They have to work hard because they don't really fit anywhere else. Then if you've got more courage than common sense, you're in Gryffindor. They don't understand that sometimes discretion is the better part of valour."
"So Ravenclaw like to study? That's rules me out of them. Hufflepuff. I'd work hard, but I'd like to relax as well. Gryffindor. I'd like be brave, but sometimes it's better to just shut up and keep your head down. Maybe Slytherin could be fun."
Draco smiled as he looked out of the compartment window. "I'd tell you something else about Slytherin. You better not tell anyone about it. At Slytherin, there are some really fun stuff. We do things that the other house would never do. Slytherin have a small system which favours both of us as we are heirs to a Ancient house. We could rule in Slytherin. Potter and Malfoy, Princes of Slytherin."
"What type of system?" asked Harry.
"People will come to us for favours. You seen your trust vault?" Harry nodded. "The Ancient family vaults are hundred times that. People who need money or status will look at us for a easy way into a position of high power. And they are very willing to get that position. For example, if a girl came up to you looking for a book or loan, you could order to please you with her mouth."
"You mean like sexual stuff?" said Harry.
"Exactly." At that moment, two girls appeared in the doorway. One had a look of happiness as she saw Draco across her pug-like face. Her black hair was shiny, though, and neatly pulled into two braids. The other was of medium height and skinny, a tomboy if there ever was one; her plain brown hair was straight and limp, reaching to her jaw line. "Ah. Harry. I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée, Pansy Parkinson and her best friend, Millicent Bulstrode."
"Fiancée? Aren't you two a little young to be engaged?" asked Harry.
"Marriage Contract." Said Draco shrugging his shoulders.
"Draco, who is this?" Asked Pansy.
"This, ladies, is Harry Potter. My brand new best friend." Said Draco extending a arm around Harry. Both of the girls' eyes went wide with surprise.
"The Harry Potter? The one who defeated the Dark lord?" asked Millicent.
"The very same." Said Draco. Millicent then sat down next to Harry and kissed his cheek.
"If it wasn't for you, my dad could have died. Thank you so much." Millicent said.
"You're welcome." Said Harry. The door was then pulled back by a Boy.
"Hey Draco. The Slytherin Prefect wanna talk to you and Pansy. Want me to tell him to get lost?" He grunted.
"No. I'll talk with him. Come on Pansy." Said Draco before he and Pansy left the compartment leaving Harry and Millicent together.
"So looking forwards to Hogwarts?" asked Harry.
"Yep. Can't wait until I get there. My whole Family had been in Slytherin. Hopefully I will carry on the tradition." Said Millicent.
"Another reason why I wish to be in Slytherin then." Smiled Harry.
"By the way, Call me Millie unless you find something else I like." Said Millie.
"Sure. So how did I help your dad?" asked Harry.
"Dad got on the Dark lord bad side and was to be killed. However when you defeated the Dark Lord, a raid by an encouraged ministry freed him. Sadly my dad died last year due to a heart attack." Said Millie. The Pair carried on chatting until Draco and Pansy rejoined them as the Train pulled into the Hogwarts station.
They joined the crowd of students thronging in the corridor. The train slowed down as the station came into view. When it finally stopped, people pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?" Harry nodded.
Slipping and stumbling, the first years followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. The boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "just' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!" The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Draco were the first in their group, followed by Millie and Pansy.
"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then, FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads, and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out onto the rocks and pebbles.
"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
to be continued...
This is just a introduction to the story. As the Story proceeds, we will see Harry grow steady dark.
Any girls you wanna see in this story, Suggest.
By the way, Daphne Greengrass and Ginny are in already. Plus Ginny won't be a girlfriend.