A/N: Wow people are reading! Thank you so much for the reviews, they give me warm fuzzy feelings :)
Anyway so I'm going to rush fairly quickly through Harry's first 2 years, then he's going to get more criminal-y
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Hope I can do you guys proud, keep reading! :D
Chapter two
Harry, Seamus and Dean skidded through the corridors. It had been two weeks since the sorting and they had yet to be on time for a morning lesson. They stumbled into Transfiguration and hurtled right into the path of a first year Slytherin with long brown hair and wide eyes as they fell to floor in a twist of limbs.
"Ow," Harry complained, getting to his feet. Blushing he offered his hand to fallen girl and hoisted her up, muttering apologies as Dean and Seamus bent to pick up her books. Sharing a small smile, the four entered Transfiguration where Professor McGonagall reprimanded them for their tardiness. They spend the lesson attempting to turn a matchstick into a needle. Harry turned at the sound of frustration from the Slytherin girl who was holding up a sliver coloured, but still wooden, matchstick.
"Er, would you like to look at mine?" Harry offered, holding up his perfect needle. The girl reluctantly nodded and took the needle, after examining it a moment, she turned to Harry, "How did you get the properties to change? I visualised the needle, but it won't turn into metal" she grumbled with a soft pout. Harry found himself grinning at the girl, she reminded him a little of Lucy. He quickly launched into an explanation. "See, visualising only gets you so far. You have to want the match to become a needle, but you have to focus not only on the image of a needle, but the substance of the needle as well." Harry explained, drawing his text book over and pointing at the relevant paragraph. "You got the visualisation down, after that you can focus on specific things, like making a pattern on the needle. But first you need to will the wood to become metal, not just look like it." The girl looked at him for a moment, brought up the needle again. Then with an experimental flick, turned her matchstick into a needle. McGonagall walked past and stopped at their table, "5 points to Slytherin, Miss Davis." and then with a pause added, "And 10 points to Gryffindor, for a a show of inter house unity." The girl gave a small smile as McGonagall walked off. Harry turned to her and said, "I was wondering, if you ever wanted any help with transfiguration, maybe I could help you and you could give me a hand with potions?" The girl nodded enthusiastically and stuck out her hand. "I'm Tracy Davis"
Harry smiled and shook, "Harry Potter, why don't you come meet my friends?"
"I can't believe that git!" Harry raged furiously, kicking a plant pot in the green house and earning a sharp glare form Professor Sprout. Dean, Seamus and Tracy exchanged a look. "Er, Harry?" Tracy tried, "maybe it's best just to leave it?" Harry glared at her a she lowered her head.
"Look, mate" Seamus muttered, "I know your angry, and Snape a right git, I'm with you there. But… just don't do anything violent okay? You could get in a lot of trouble, he is a professor." The three knew that Harry was terrifying when angry. Malfloy had hexed Dean two weeks ago and Harry had absolutely flipped. Malfloy had ended up in the hospital wing after Harry petrified him and stamped on his face when he was down. That could have been okay, but he had then hidden him in an alcove with a broken nose in the dungeons and it had taken four hours for someone to find him, Malfoy was livid as it had given Harry ample time to create an alibi and as it was his word against Harry's, Harry hadn't gotten in trouble. The Slytherins, with the exception of Tracy who had become firm friends with the boys, were currently giving Harry a wide birth, wary of his volatile temper.
This did not seem to calm Harry who was pacing angrily, ranting, "You would have thought he'd be a fairer what with being Rose's godfather and all, but no! I could put up with him vanishing my potions, I could put up with him insulting my father but now he's attacking Tracy!"
Tracy ducked her head, pleased that Harry cared so much for her. "Harry, it's okay. I like helping you with potions, I don't mind if he marks me down a little-"
"No!" Harry stormed. The he sighed, his motions stopped abruptly, and he sagged clutching the table. "We'll, we can't let him get away with it can we?" He grinned mischievously at his friends and beckoned them closer, "I wasn't the son of a Marauder for nothing."
Later that night, Harry, Seamus and Dean were huddled under Harry's father invisibility cloak having dropped Tracy back at the Slytherin common room after returning from the potions classroom. The boys were giggling, trying to hush their laughter, less they get caught being out after curfew, delighting in the reaction to their potions lesson the next morning. As the boys turned a corner, hurrying to escape the disapproving eyes of the portraits who could hear their giggles, they came face to face with Misses Norris, the caretaker's cat. Somehow the cat could almost sense them under the cloak and starting mewing. The boys heard Filch's footsteps thundering around the corner. "Quick!" Harry hissed and the boys darted down a staircase, heaving a sigh of relief when it moved beneath them before Filch could reach them. Leaning against the banister, Dean looked around confusedly, "Where are we?"
"Er," Seamus replied, "I think we might be on the third floor." The boys paused until they each broke into a mischievous grin. "Well come on then!" commanded Harry, drawing himself up to his full height and grinning wildly, "Let's find out what's so dangerous!" A three headed dog turned out to be what was so dangerous. Yet somehow even in the face of danger, the boys could emerge by the portrait hole laughing, and with a renewed interest to discover exactly what was hidden on the third floor.
To say Snape was furious was an understatement. No Snape was murderous. They were still laughing about it at the Gryffindor table at the Halloween feast, Tracy was sitting with them as she had been spending less and less time with the Slytherins as of late and would sleep in Gryffindor tower if the headmaster would allow it. Snape had stalked into the potions room that morning, with his usual flair, only to stop at the sight that greeted him. Everything was wrapped in newspaper. Everything. In muggle newspaper. The desks, the cauldrons, the parchment and quills, it was tapped to the walls, the floor, the celling. The real shock had come when Snape opened the ingredients cupboard and saw that not only were the containers wrapped, but the ingredients. Separately. How someone could individually wrap about a million newt eyes was anyone's guess. Then Snape had attempted to magic away the newspaper. And nothing happened. He tried again. When he discovered they had been stuck with permanent sticking charms, he had lost it. Harry and his friends couldn't contain their laughter as Snape ranted and raved, eventually losing all control and throwing increasingly dark severing charms to no effect. The total cost of the loss of equipment and ingredients was 6,000 gallons and the classroom could never be used again.
They were still giggling when a distraught professor Quirrell charged into the room, warned about a troll and promptly fainted.
The boys dragged Tracy with them, "I don't know what Dumbledore is thinking," grumbled Harry, "why he is sending you to the dungeon common room when that's supposedly where the troll is..." Harry sighed, "no, come with us."
Seamus meanwhile just grinned, running excitedly beside them, "Maybe it's a plot to bump off all the Slytherins! Send 'em down to be eaten by a troll! Not you, Tracy, but wouldn't it be awesome for Malfoy to be eaten by a troll?" The friends exchanged grins, when all of a usdden Percy marched up to them, his chest pompously blown out, "First years! Why aren't you in the common room? And your a Slytherin, you should go to yours!" Harry was bout to launch into angry confrontation when Neville ran past them.
"Oi!" Harry called after him, "Where's he going?" Ignoring Percy's splutters, the friends ran in the direction Neville had gone only to be confronted by a large mountain troll where it stood before Neville, who was trembling, but standing, protecting the huddled form of Hermoine. Quickly Seamus darted behind the troll and began pelting it with bits of sink, trying to lure it's attention away form Neville and Hermione. Harry barked out "Dean, get Neville and Hermoine out of here, and quickly! Tracy, when I say go, I want you to trip it okay?" Instantly, his friends launched into action, as the troll's attention was diverted by Seamus, Dean hurried Neville and half dragged Hermoine out of the bathroom. Harry quickly turned to the sink and used a severing charm that he'd seen Snape use earlier that day to cut of length of pipe form underneath the sink. Turning, he yelled, "Seamus, run! Now Tracy!" Seamus leapt out of the way just in time as Tracy used a hex her father had taught her that conjured ropes that tangled in the trolls feet and brought him crashing downwards onto the floor. Acting while the troll was still dazed, Harry grabbed the length of pipe and sunk it with all his might into the back of the troll's head. There was a moment of silence while the children stood thrumming with adrenaline and relearning how to breathe when the professors burst in and started at the sight of an eleven year old, covered in blood, standing over the corpse of a fully grown mountain troll in a ruined girl's bathroom.
They had lost and gain fifty house points for their confrontation and earned themselves wary looks form the professors who didn't seem to know how to handle a blood soaked Harry who did not remotely seem shocked by what he had done. Indeed Harry and his friends returned excitedly to Gryffindor tower, still breathless and shaky, but regaling the fight with a troll, while Hermoine and Neville, still shock, trailed behind. Harry paused and lagged behind with Neville, he put a hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "You okay?"
Neville laughed bitterly and muttered, "I'm fine, you just beat a troll, and I would have gotten killed." he sighed "I-I'm not sure I belong in Gryffindor, I'm a coward." he looked dejectedly at the floor. "Maybe you should have been the boy-who-lived," he said half jokingly, but Harry could hear that Neville believed it.
Harry looked at him, and chewed his bottom lip. "You know," he said, "You are the bravest person I know. You stood down a mountain troll, by yourself, to protect Hermione. I may have killed it, but that was a challenge, I had other people and I wanted to see if I could win. You faced it, even knowing that you might not survive, and you did it to protect someone your not even friends with. I just did it to pit myself something dangerous and prove that I could win. Neville, your more of a Gryffindor than I am." Harry smiled tiredly at the boy, "I think you should make friends with Hermoine, she doesn't have any and I know she could help you with classes, but I also think she love to have you as a friend. You'd be a good one Neville." And with that Harry left him, running to catch up with his friends, leaving Neville standing a little straighter and thinking, for the first time, that he could be a good Gryffindor.
Over the next few months Harry and his friends became increasingly restless, they didn't have trouble with their school work and Harry was adamant that there was a real life mystery happening at the school and demanded they be a part of it. This found Harry, Dean, Seamus and Tracy huddling under the invisibility cloak on the third floor waiting for the three headed dog to go to sleep.
"You sure it'll work?" asked Seamus doubtfully.
"Of course it will!" snapped Tracy, "I put enough sleeping potion in to knock out three people!" They waited until Harry slowly pushed the door open to see that the dog had eaten the raw steak they had gotten from the kitchens, and was, in fact, out cold.
"Come on!" Harry called excitedly, and together they pushed the dog's massive paws uncovering the trap door they had noticed during their first encounter with the dog. Without hesitation Harry pushed himself into the dark pit, Seamus following right behind him. They landed on a soft surface, thankfully. "Harry?" he heard Tracy call out, he was about to answer when he felt something curving around his waist. "er.." he muttered.
"Bloody hell! What is this stuff?" cried Seamus indignantly.
"Don't struggle!" Tracy snapped, as Seamus began to buck wildly against his restraints.
"Don't any of you pay attention in herbology?" Dean inquired. "Lumos Solem!" Suddenly a narrow beam of blinding sunlight shot from his wand and the surface seem to recoil from underneath them. They crashed to the ground with yells and curses. Harry picked himself up, offered a hand to Tracy and grinned.
"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" he beamed. "Let's go see what's next."
They passed a room full of flying keys, but due to James' enthusiasm Harry was a trained quitchtich player and could locate the right one, an animated chess game that Dean and Seamus won easily, another troll that Seamus dealt with by summoning one of the chess pieces to crash into the troll's skull and a logic puzzle involving potions which Dean and Tracy took great delight in solving.
"There's only enough for one..." Tracy said, examining the vial."Who's takes it?"
"I do." said Harry, plucking the vial from between Tracy's fingers and downing it in one. Suddenly Harry felt an icy cold sweeping through his veins. "whoa" he muttered, stumbling a little.
"You alright Harry?" asked Seamus worriedly, steadying the boy. "Wow, your skin is really cold."
"Obviously Seamus, it's lowered his body temperature. Go Harry, quickly through the flames!" Saluting his friends and winking Harry leapt through the flames and was confronted by a large empty room with a huge mirror at one end. Harry walked up to it, and briefly wondered what was next. Was he supposed to break the mirror? Or go through it? Harry was so lost in his pondering he almost didn't notice when his mirror image started to move but he did not. Harry started when he felt a heavy weight in his pocket and looked up to see his mirror self wink at him.
"Find anything Harry?" Dean asked as Harry strolled back through the the fire, his head bent examining a small red stone in his hands.
"Yeah, any idea what this is?" Harry asked, holding up the stone for inspection.
"Dunno," Seams shrugged. "Want to grab something from the kitchen?" They all agreed and wandered back, hoping that the three headed dog was still asleep.
They still hadn't figured out the mystery of the stone but they had sent it to Lucy who had put it in a muggle safety deposit box. The rest of the school year was relatively uneventful save Quirrell's sudden disappearance a month after they had received the stone and Dumbledore's increasingly worried appearance. Slytherin won the house cup but it was with light hearts that the friends travelled back to London, daring each other to eat the strange coloured bertie's botts every flavour beans and making plans to meet in summer. The Hogwarts Express pulled up at the station and Harry was greeted by his parents, Remus, Sirus and his siblings.
"Did you have a good year Harry?" asked Remus ruffling Harry's hair.
"Was it fun? I can't wait to go in September!" interrupted David, dancing around his brother and hanging of his godfather, Remus' arm.
"No fair!" wailed Rose, "why can't I go?"
"Soon, honey" Lily placated the child. "Did you make any friends, Harry?" she asked turning to Harry.
"Yeah." Harry smiled, "Can I invite them over this summer? Please?"
"Of course, Harry" Lily beamed, her eyes welling up with relief. Her husband shot her knowing glance that clearly stated, I told you so.
However when they apparated home the first thing Harry did was run over to Lucy's. He couldn't wait to tell her all about his magical year. Lily watched her eldest from the kitchen window and sighed turning her attention back to the enchanted plates, washing themselves. She guessed her worries were for nothing, Harry had still made wizarding friends, maybe she'd get to meet Harry's muggle friend one day. She went back to the dishes and didn't spare a thought to what Harry might learn in the company of muggles and what it could mean for the wizarding world.
So do we like it? Thought i try and have Harry as Snape thought he would be, like his dad: kinda arrogant and thinks he's invunerble. Reckon it's going to get darker but he's still Harry so protective and brave but it's going to be kinda twisted. Next chapter will be second year, and I'm going start writing it next weekend when exams are over (you know cause i really should be revising for my imminent exams rather than writing harry potter fanfiction :P) Please tell me what you think!