Hastily written letters that described the events in the common room did not reach the parents of the slytherins until morning of the next day, at around the same time as the morning post. All around magical Britain slytherin alumni were shocked still. Harry Potter had been sorted into slytherin, and when confronted by Draco Malfoy, claimed to be a dark wizard and then spoke parseltongue. Then they paled in fear as they continued reading, and learned of the insane magical power the child had, and the control in which he wielded it. They started shaking in fear, when they realized it was almost identical to a show of power Voldemort had put on when he was trying to force them to join him or remain neutral. The fact said dark lord only wielded that power after hitting his second magical maturity and performing numerous dark rituals to boost his power made some faint outright. An eleven year old child was as powerful as the most feared dark lord in parents frantically wrote letters to their children instructing them to either become friends with the young potter heir, or to stay the bloody hell out of his way.
Harry woke up and smiled at the thought of all he'd accomplished. The plan he and Malfoy had cooked up worked perfectly. Narcissa and Lucius would be proud. Now all he had to do was hide everything from Dumbledore and he wouldn't have any problems. He thought about the current slytherins in his year.
Draco Malfoy; his brother in all but blood and heir to the Malfoy name. The rumors about Lucius having the minister in his pocket were false. The man had built himself a dynasty by skill trading of stocks in companies from both the muggle world and the wizarding one, like his father before him. The Malfoys were once betrayed by a muggle french king. After years of faithful service the king grew paranoid of their powers, so he tricked the family into breaking and oath, and banished them. The king changed their name to Malfoy, which means bad faith to further add credence to the story. This act is what fuels the Malfoy's legendary hate of blond boy was the picture perfect pureblood heir. Harry had beaten the arrogance out of Draco at a young age, he was still bigoted and a little bit of a snob, but he was subtle about it. Draco was a potions prodigy, he would be an asset in the coming years.
Pansy Parkinson; Draco's intended and heir and heir to the Parkinson name. An outbreak of dragon pox decimated the family a few decades ago leading to the decline of their wealth and power. Pansy had brown hair green eyes that were not as bright as Harry's own. Smart and cunning, she would reign in Draco's more socially unacceptable views. As well as being gifted in charms, she was also an aspiring healer.
Vincent Crabbe; a muscular boy who was a little on the slow side. The boy was best friends with Gregory Goyle who he had known since he was a small child. It is rumored that years of inbreeding in both families had lead to deformities as well as their lowed intellects. This was not the case. The Crabbes and Goyle's had long been on the muscular side, in runs in their families. Any deformities were caused by spell creation accidents. With a little work and some tutoring he would be a fierce adversary to many, as his strength lay in transfiguration. Many competent wizards could deal with spells flying straight at them, however very few can keep their cool when even the ground beneath them is attacking them.
Gregory Goyle; a Close friend of Vincent and Draco, his strength lies in magical creatures. The Goyle family has always been in the creature business. Raising various creatures has been a talent in their family for centuries. They own a rather large creature ranch where they breed various creatures for potion ingredients and such. Greg had a vast cache of knowledge about various creatures and could probably take down even the most dangerous if given proper training as he knows all their weak points.
Daphne Greengrass; A cunning girl who was the heir to the Greengrass name. The Greengrass have always been neutrals who lean slightly to the right. Most Greengrass's known throughout history have been deft politicians. Daphne was no different, she excelled at manipulation and deception. The girl also took to dueling like a fish to water, her strength lies in defense against the dark arts. The blond girl is childhood friends with Tracey Davis.
Tracey Davis; A halfblood belonging to the Davis family, she was Theo's intended. Her older brother is the heir of the family. Tracey has dark hair and innocent looking brown eyes. One would be a fool however, to trust that innocence. The girl is sly as a fox, and her inventive use of spells makes her a dangerous adversary. Much like the potters and longbottoms the davis and greengrass families have been close for centuries, having each others back inside and outside of the battlefield.
Theodore Nott; The second in line to become the Nott heir, the boy was well versed in history. Despite his strength being in history, Theo is not one to be trifled with, as he can hold his own with the best of them. The Nott family has been one of the major families in the shipping business for decades, along with the Davis family. His engagement to Tracey was no surprise when it became public. The Nott family ran the biggest import company in magical Britain, and the Davis family the biggest export company.
Millicent Bulstrode; A stocky girl with brown hair and eyes, she was a herbology prodigy. The Bulstrode family gradually built their influence by growing various magical plants for potions. The rumors about her being part troll are false, she was just naturally large due to her father and mother being rather big themselves. The rumors were created by jealous and hateful people who wanted to discredit their name.
Blaise Zabini; The only child of the rumored black widow Serena Zabini, her strength lies in runes. The italian girl was just as beautiful as her mother, and was a dangerous dueler, as her ability to use runes in the middle of a fight could lead to some very deadly traps. The girl hated the lack a of stability in her life, and partially blames her mother. It would not have been wise to mention the rumors about her mother in her presence lest one wished to be viciously hexed. The Zabini family was a prominent italian family, and despite not having having much of a presence in Britain, were still respected by many for their pureblood children would grow to be powerful allies in time, and the bonds they forged now would last them lifetimes.
Harry jumped out of bed and began his morning routine. He passed Theo on his way to the shower. After showering he headed back into the dorm room. "Morning Harry." said a tired Draco as he yawned and stretched.
"I'm heading downstairs to read while we wait for the prefect. Get Greg and Vince up at some point." Harry said in acknowledgement as he grabbed his books for the morning and headed up the stairs to the common room. Not many people were in the common room as the early risers had already left for breakfast and everyone else was still asleep. Harry pulled out and advanced charms book and began reading. Several minutes later the girls came down and joined him on, sitting on the adjacent couches as they were still slightly frightened from the display of power the night before. "Harry looked up and smiled at them "Don't be afraid, come sit. I won't bite."
Blaise who harbored a secret crush on Harry took the invitation and moved next to him on the couch. "What are you reading?" She inquired, trying to start a conversation.
"Just a little extracurricular reading. I find advanced theory can help with the simpler spells." He replied then went back to his book. Blaise, seeing as he wasn't going to offer any more information, went back to conversing with the other girls. A little while later Theo and Draco came down followed by Greg and VInce. Once the prefect noticed they were all there she stood up and walked over.
"Hello my name is Olivia Carrow, and I will be guiding you to your morning classes." the prefect said. "I trust you have all your books for you classes?" They nodded, Snape had handed out the schedules last night. The slytherin first years had potions, charms, and history, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. While on Tuesdays and Thursdays they had Transfiguration, History of Magic, Herbology and Astronomy at night. Flying practice would be held on alternating Fridays. After a rather long walk due to a staircase rotating and putting them on the wrong side, they entered the Great Hall and began eating. As the slytherin first years continued to converse amongst themselves Dumbledore watched with a twinkle in his eyes. It seemed Harry was not as much of an outcast as he had thought. Perhaps the young lad would lead the children of the death eaters away from the dark and into the light. Having them as his allies would bring numerous benefits to the boy when he faced his destiny. It was too early to draw conclusions, but the headmasters worries were eased as he watched them joke around with each other. The boy would not go dark he was sure of it. One might think that Harry Potter would be a cause for concern for Dumbledore, but that was not the case. Dumbledore had Tom Riddle pegged, he knew all his mannerisms and could read body language like a master. Harry behaved nothing like the former dark lord. Because of this Dumbledore felt he had no need to fear of Harry going dark. What the boy did next certainly helped ease any lingering doubts.
Back at the slytherin table, Draco was griping about the schedule. "Why do we have so many classes with the bloody griffs?!" Tracey looked at him with a bemused smile on her face.
"We only have one more class with them than we do with the other houses. What's the big deal?" She asked.
"I would rather be a bloody hufflepuff than have a single class with griffs!" Draco exclaimed. "Sticking us in the same class is stupid." He continued. "Slytherins and gryffindors have never gotten along, never have never will."
"It is basically asking for trouble." Theo agreed.
"Perhaps the headmaster thinks spending time together will eventually mend the relations between our houses." Harry offered.
"Not likely, griffs are bloody useless." Pansy said with a snort.
"Now now Pansy, even gryffindors have their uses." Harry said.
The others looked at him bewildered for a moment before Daphne said "What exactly are they useful for hmm?" with a raised eyebrow.
"Well we have to get cannon fodder from somewhere." Harry replied with a smirk. Every slytherin within hearing range laughed at that. "Jokes about useless meat shields aside I'm going to go connection hunting." With that Harry started to get up.
"Where are you going? You not going to eat with us?" Blaise asked.
"Not every important person is a slytherin. I'll be sure to sit with you all in some classes, but I will be sitting with other house sometimes. Right now I'm off to make friends with one Susan Bones. Her aunt is the head of the D.M.L.E. and that would be a useful connection. Besides, she is pretty cute." Harry finished, smirking once again. Blaise looked a little jealous as he said the last part.
Theo picked up on that and said "Aw, is someone jealous?"
"Prat." Blaise said as she smacked him. Harry leaned over and whispered something into her ear. Blaise began blushing uncontrollably and hid her head in her hands to hide her embarrassment. Harry smiled and walked over to the hufflepuff table. He plopped down on the bench next to Susan and grabbed himself a plate of food and a drink. Almost everyone in the hall was staring at him like his head had sprouted horns. No one had even sat at a table other than their own. Harry just ignored their stares and continued eating as if everything was normal. Gradually people went back to their conversations and pretended he wasn't there. Harry turned towards the staff table and raised his goblet to the headmaster and winked. Dumbledore's eyes could not have been twinkling harder as he returned the gesture. Pomona Sprout watched in confusion as a slytherin first year, Harry Potter specifically, get up from his table and sit down with her puffs. She turned to her colleague and asked "Severus why is one of you snakes sitting with my badgers?"
"I… have no idea." Snape deadpanned as he looked up from the book he was pouring over. "He does however, have every right to sit at any table he wants. As does every other student." Sprout shrugged and walked over to the table to hand out schedules to her students. By the time she had reached the first years Harry had begun conversing with the other boys about quidditch.
"Mr. Potter is there any particular reason you decided to grace my badgers with your presence with meal?" Sprout asked with a hint of mirth in her voice. Harry paused mid sentence and turned to the professor.
"Well professor, I saw this cute little badger." He said nodding to indicate Susan, causing her to blush. "And I just couldn't resist introducing myself. But alas, her beauty robbed me of words as I neared. Thus I had to sit and eat in silence, whilst trying to think of something witty to say so I didn't botch my first impression." Several people gapped at the bold slytherin, while others burst out laughing, and poor Susan couldn't have been blushing harder if she tried. Professor Sprout started to laugh.
"Very well Mr. Potter. Enjoy your meal. I will see you in class." Sprout said as she walked away continuing to hand out schedules to the rest of her house. Harry ate his last bite of egg and drank the last of his pumpkin juice.
"Alas my fair maiden I must be off to class. Do not fret, we will meet again." Harry declared gallantly. He then kissed her on the cheek, which earned her jealous glares from all the boy-who-lived fangirls in the hall, along with a glare from and extremely jealous Blaise. He stood up leaving the stunned and blushing Susan, grabbed his bag and headed out the door down towards the dungeons where potions class was held.
AN: Its quite a bit sorter thank I wanted it to be, but some parts didn't feel right and others were just bad so I cut them out. But I did promise a chapter so here it is. Tell me if you like, or if you hate it. Constructive criticism is welcome.