Title: How to Seduce The Head of Slytherin
Summary: Harry has already learned all about Dumbledore, Hogwarts and magic. Knowing the truth about the most powerful wizard of all time, Harry decides he will make Dumbledore crumble to his feet. With the help of a snarky potions master, Harry will combine their strength and change the fate of the Wizarding World. Manipulative!Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione and a little bit of Gryffindor bashing. (Someone tell me I'm doing all the labeling correctly! Lol)
Pairings: SS/HP
Rating: M
Author's Note: Surprise! Please note that this is another one of my ideas that sprung to life! This does not mean I am discontinuing either of my other stories that I have already written. I have those chapters written – just feel like it needs more tweaking.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; it is all J.K. Rowling!
Chapter 4
~ Some Families are Just Better Than Others ~
"Now Harry," Narcissa chastised. "We must hurry if we don't want to be crowded at the station."
"Is Severus coming with us?" asked the young boy.
"I cannot, Harry. I must arrive before the students so the Headmaster can introduce the professors." Snape answered. He didn't like the look of disappointment on the raven's face but the potions master gave Harry's shoulder a comforting squeeze.
"I will be there; you know this."
"What if I don't get into Slytherin?" whispered Harry.
A light bulb seemed to go off in Severus's head. So that's what Harry was nervous about. He had nothing but a fond smile on his face before he bent down to Harry's level and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Know that I will still be there for you. It does not matter if you are in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff or even Gryffindor. If you wish to talk to me, all you have to do is knock on my door." Severus said.
Harry felt himself getting less nervous as his magical guardian expressed his feelings about the possibility of Harry not entering Slytherin. He had known about his parents' sorting – both in Gryffindor, but it didn't matter to him. And he knew He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had gone to Slytherin. However, Harry had also learned that it didn't matter which house you were sorted it; it would not represent what a person would eventually do in their future.
He used Dumbledore as an example, considering the old wizard had been in Gryffindor but was now frowned upon by the young wizard himself. Just for sending him to those abusive relatives. So much for being all knowing. He thought. And when Severus had used Legilimens on him to view his early memories, Harry had found out that Sirius was innocent and wasn't linked to his parents' death. It was Peter Pettigrew that had led You-Know-Who to Godric's Hollow.
Harry had seen the memory the night of the attack. His parents had tried to get Peter to babysit for them while they went out to dinner for the evening. But, the wizard said he was unable to and had left the Potter family at home. Pretty soon, when the sky grew darker, the atmosphere got more dangerous. And that was when You-Know-Who struck.
So no, Harry didn't blame the house for the person's actions; he put the blame where it was.
"I'll definitely get into Slytherin." Harry insisted, his emerald eyes narrowed in determination.
"I have no doubt that you will." Lucius answered, walking into the floo room. He had caught the tail end of the conversation, and remembering the times his son and Harry had gotten into and out of a lot of sticky situations proved that the young wizard would most likely be a Slytherin.
"If you're in Slytherin, we can be roommates!" Draco crowed. With a sharp look from his father, Draco cleared his throat and smoothed down his robes. "Shall we go then?"
One by one they stepped through the floo, but Severus held Harry behind.
"If anything happens, anything at all, come talk to me after the welcoming feast." Severus said. Harry nodded with a grin and stepped into the green flames – seeing Severus one last time before he was sent spiraling through the network. And soon, he arrived directly at Platform 9 and ¾.
…..
"Harry, let's get our compartments! Don't want it to be filled up." Draco said excitedly.
Harry laughed. "Draco! We still have at least twenty minutes before the train leaves! And besides, there's not a lot of people here yet!"
But at Draco's persistent tugs, Harry quickly hugged Narcissa, and with a split second thought, hugged Lucius before waiting for Draco to give his goodbyes. He noticed that Lucius had a shocked expression before he covered it up and gave Draco his hug. The two children waved goodbye and ran towards the train.
…..
"Let's go find the others." Draco said, his hand tugging Harry's along. After peering through several door windows, the two children located Draco's other friends, "Our friends" the blond would say.
"Oh Draco! There you are!" Pansy smiled.
"Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Crabbe, Goyle." Draco greeted. Harry repeated the blond's greetings and sat down besides Draco.
"Excited?" asked Harry. He received a nod from Pansy, a shrug from Blaise and grunts from Draco's two bodyguards.
"What house –"
"Of course Slytherin. Where else would we go?" sniffed Pansy.
"Oh good." sighed Harry and the group began to chat. After fifteen minutes had passed, they felt a slight jolt and realized the train had begun to move. Harry and Draco moved to the window and waved goodbye to Draco's parents and watched as they stood there before the Hogwarts Express turned around the corner and disappeared from the station's view.
…..
"I've heard that the Weasleys are still able to send their children to Hogwarts. How did they ever manage that?" gossiped Pansy.
"The Weasley Patriarch works at the Ministry. I'm sure the salary helps them." Theo murmured from behind his book.
"I doubt that." Harry stated.
Once he had said that, all attention turned to him. "Spill." Pansy demanded.
Harry smirked. "I went to Gringotts this summer and had gotten emancipated."
Blaise raised his eyebrows. "You're only eleven."
"Yes, but I've inquired about it and the Goblins allowed the process to go through. After all, my magical guardian was not fit to take care of me. Anyway," Harry continued, "when I was going through my account statements, guess what I saw."
"What?!" Pansy nearly shrieked. She didn't have the patience to wait for good gossip.
"The Weasley family, Dumbledore and my magic-hating muggle relatives had been stealing from me ever since that night Vol- I mean You-Know-Who," Harry quickly amended when the group was in the midst of shuddering, "disappeared."
Pansy had a calculating look in her eyes. "So what does that mean for them?"
"They have to repay every single Knut they've stolen from me, with interest. If not, who knows. I don't really care about people who are thieves. But, I'm certain they've received a letter from Gringotts about this. In fact, you've already read about this from the Daily Prophet."
"I remember that," Crabbe spoke up, "Dumbledore was your magical guardian."
Harry nodded his head. "Now Severus is my magical guardian. And because I've signed it with my magical signature and blood, it is absolute. I've also got to go to the Wizengamot meetings though." He sighed. "Oh, how I loathe listening to a bunch of adults whining about being in an unfair world."
"Oh I'm sure the adults just love hearing children whine all the time." Blaise teased.
The door swung open, revealing a redheaded freckled faced boy. "I heard Harry Potter is in this cart. Is that you?" The redhead rudely pointed a finger at Harry's face.
"Who is asking?" Draco sneered, but everyone except for Harry knew who that boy was.
"Shut it Malfoy. I wasn't talking to you." The redhead turned to face Harry once more. "The name's Ronald Weasley. I'm sure you wouldn't want to sit with Malfoy of all people, Harry. Some families are just better than others. Come on, let's go get our own compartment." Ron said, turning his back around, confident that the Boy-Who-Lived would follow after him.
"Why would I go with you?" The cool tone in Harry's voice froze Ron at the door.
"Because we're going to become housemates?" Ron asked dumbly. "Gryffindors stick together. No need to interact with those slimy gits."
"Quite frankly I'm appalled at such a behavior by a you, a pureblood wizard. Have you no manners? First, you don't knock before entering our compartment. Next you point a finger in my face. Then you forget to introduce yourself, yet in the same sentence you speak rudely to my friends and assume that I would, how you say, come willingly with you as if I were a dog?" Harry sneered.
Ron was shocked. "B-But we're supposed to be the best of friends!" He sputtered. "My mother said so! Dumbledore said so!" He stressed.
"Ah yes. The same Dumbledore that's stolen my money from my vaults. And you are no doubt, unequivocally, a member of the same Weasley family that's stolen my money from my vaults as well. Surprisingly both your family and Dumbledore were in Gryffindor, yet you've both been verified as thieves. And you expect me, a Lord of Five Noble and Ancient Houses, to just follow after a criminal like that? You must either be joking or be dumb in the head." chuckled Harry.
"Well you don't need all that money! It's good to share with me! We're going to be the best of friends after all!" Ron shouted, drawing attention from other students from other compartments.
Harry made to stand up and walked to the entrance; the redhead unconsciously backing away from those seemingly eerily glowing green eyes.
By now, all the students were standing there watching or poking their heads out from behind their compartment door. They shuddered at the heavy magic-filled atmosphere, the magic no doubt leaking from the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Let me tell you something Weasley," Harry hissed. "I bet I can tell you what you're thinking about right now. You're thinking about how you can get yourself out of this mess, how you're going to get into the Savior of the Wizarding World's good graces, how to get the Boy-Who-Lived to forgive you and befriend him in order to get rich and famous. Well, let me tell you something. If you think you can get somewhere in the world by riding on my coattails, I suggest you drop out of Hogwarts right now. Because as of that Daily Prophet article several weeks ago, stating that your family, my magic-hating relatives and Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had been stealing from me, your faults have all been frozen and have all been emptied in order to repay what you lot have stolen from me. Just think, how long will you last at Hogwarts before a letter is sent to notify you that you and your family don't have the money to pay for the tuition. It must stink having such a large family now doesn't it?" Harry smirked.
The gasps were resounding and the murmurs spread like wildfire. Harry Potter had acknowledged the article written by the Daily Prophet weeks ago! That means it must be true!
Ron opened his mouth to defend himself, his face already as red as his hair. But Harry interrupted him before he could speak.
"I do not associate with money-grubbers, I do not talk or mingle with low-lives that believe they'll breeze through life without working hard, and I especially do not relish in the fact that the one of the same people who've stolen from me and have yet to be dealt with by the Wizengamot, is standing right in front of me with a black mark on their record and is still, in some way, being assisted from the sidelines by an unknown sponsor. So, Mr. Weasley, might you answer my question? Who is helping to pay for your tuition now that your family is flat broke? Where did you get the money to buy your books and your uniform? Whom else did you or your family steal from?" Harry said coolly, the mask on his face set to a storming anger.
Unable to answer the sudden interrogation and dressing down, Ron ran from Harry Potter, his face steaming red. When the crowd refocused their attention to the Boy-Who-Lived after watching the Weasley boy escape from a grilling, Harry merely smiled and waved, instantly charming the passengers. With that, he reentered the compartment and shut the door behind him.
Blaise whistled and led the group with a slow round of applause. "Nice job, Harry."
…..
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville here has lost his." A girl with bushy brown hair asked, already dressed in her uniform.
"Neville? As in Neville Longbottom?" Harry asked. He was in the middle of playing exploding snaps with Blaise as Draco and Pansy spoke about fashion, Theo continued to read his book and Crabbe and Goyle had taken a nap.
"You know who I am?" Came a voice from behind the brunette. Stepping away, Harry was met by a nervous chubby boy whose eyes seemed to be glistening with unshed tears.
"Yes, as for your toad. I apologize. I'm afraid we haven't seen it. But if you give me a second," Harry said, pulling out his wand, "Ah, all right. Step back."
The brunette and Neville moved away from the entrance of the compartment, eyes fixated on Harry's wand. "What is your toad's name?"
"Trevor." answered Neville.
"Accio Trevor the toad." It took a few seconds, but girly squeals rang out through the train before Harry caught whatever had been flying through the air, right into his hand.
"This Trevor?" Harry asked.
Neville's eyes lit up with relief. "Trevor!" He grasped his toad from Harry's hand before thanking him.
"You're welcome. Why don't you sit down with us Neville?"
Harry shook the boy's hand when he sat down besides him and it was then that Harry realized that the brunette was still loitering by the doorway.
"Your name is?"
"You've used the summoning spell taught to the fourth year students." The brunette said, instead.
"Yes, I did. And your name is?" Harry repeated.
"Hermione Granger." The brunette answered.
"My name is Harry Potter. Why don't you sit with us?" Harry asked, ignoring the frowns thrown his way.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock and recognition. "You want me to sit with you?" Hermione was shocked.
"Why wouldn't I?" came the rebound.
"Well… you're all from pureblooded families. I'm just a muggleborn."
"No, no no. You're wrong. I'm a half blood."
"You mean one parent is magical and the other a muggle?"
"No no no. Both my parents were magical, but my mother was a muggleborn, just like you."
"Your definition is clearly wrong. A pureblood wizard is a wizard with both parents that are magical. A half-blood wizard is a wizard with one magical parent and the other a non-magical parent. A muggleborn, like myself, is a wizard with no magical parents." Hermione explained.
Harry looked surprised. Severus was wrong! I've got to tell him this! "Well, do you want to join us anyway?"
"You still want me to join you after learning that I am just a muggleborn?"
"Why not. It's good to diversify. I've read in several tomes that stronger wizards tend to come from those that have one magical parent and one non-magical parent. That is because," Harry was quick to explain his statement, seeing the look on his friends' faces, "The Wizarding World now is fixated on purebloods. However, because of that, there is more intermarriage between families and family members. This creates a whole other problem which links to family members being a little crazy, as known by the Black madness from the Black family, and even squibs from families whom state they are purebloods through and through. So you see, it's good to have variance in marriages; otherwise, everyone's just crazy and interlinked in one way or another." Harry explained.
Draco and the others frowned. Though they understood what Harry was saying and the examples he'd given was good and well proven, they still did not want to associate with anyone lesser than themselves.
"Come on Draco, guys. We can all be friends! No matter what house we're in, we're still going to stick together." Harry assured them. He waved a hand at Hermione, ushering her to join them.
"I don't know…" She mumbled.
"What now?" Draco let out a loud sigh.
"You might not like me. I'm a total bookworm. I've always been made fun of as being a complete know-it-all." Hermione frowned, her eyes downcast.
"Well, good. Because Draco and I need someone to compete with; otherwise, we're just going to keep getting ties." Harry smiled.
Hermione brightened up and stepped in before remembering what she was going to say. "Oh, you best get your uniforms on. I expect we'll be arriving shortly."
The boys made a move out of the compartment and slipped to the other side, Blaise and Theo waking up the muscled bodyguards. Draco and Harry whispered a spell and created a thick partition between the compartments, to allow Pansy and themselves some privacy when changing. Once everyone was changed, Draco and Harry dropped the spell and they resumed their conversations.
…..
"You mean you're my godbrother?" Harry's eyes were wide with surprise.
"I-I assumed you knew a-about that, growing up I-I mean. M-My mother, Alice Longbottom, was y-your godmother. Your m-mother, Lily Potter, was m-my godmother." Neville stuttered.
"How can this be? Why wasn't I brought to live with you?" Harry asked.
The two young wizards drew a silent crowd. None of them took a breath, anticipating the next words.
"M-My parents w-were sent to St. M-Mungo's. T-They were t-tortured to in-insanity by B-Bellatrix soon a-after Y-You-Know-Who's d-demise." Neville chocked out, his eyes shining as he mentioned his parents' state of mentality. "I-I live with my g-grandmother now, Augusta Longbottom."
Harry hugged Neville tightly before drawing back. "We're going to stick close together. I'll send a letter straight to your grandmother after the Welcoming Feast." The emerald-eyed wizard swore.
Neville sighed shakily. Though the two were not blood-related, closely anyway, they were now family because they were godbrothers – godbrothers whom had found each other.
Without knowing it, the tension in the compartment had dissipated, leaving two wizards to chat softly between one another, while the rest of the group talked amongst themselves.
…..
"What house do you think you'll be in?"
"Hopefully Ravenclaw, but I've heard good things about Gryffindor." answered Hermione.
"You've heard good things or biased things?" questioned Harry.
"I suppose biased opinions. Professor McGonagall told me she was the Head of Gryffindor and the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts."
"Severus is the Head of Slytherin and is the Potions Professor at Hogwarts." Harry said proudly. "I'm going to get into Slytherin, hands down."
Neville looked like he was going to be sick. "B-But, You-Know-Who was in that house."
"So?"
"So? Every witch or wizard who has been in Slytherin has gone bad." whispered Neville, as if said witches and wizards would pop up and curse him if he spoke any louder. "And You-Know-Who –"
Harry immediately cut him off. "I know what he did Neville. But, I'm not going to blame the house for the actions that a witch or wizard does. Are you saying Severus is a bad wizard?" Harry narrowed his eyes.
"N-No!" the chubby boy shook his head. During their conversation, the group had gone over which professor had taught which subject. And though Harry emphasized that Severus was indeed a nice wizard, the others did not see the potions master in the same light that both Harry and Draco did.
"Let me tell you something. That redheaded boy, Weasley, said he would be in Gryffindor. Guess what! He stole from me! His entire family did! And you know what else? Dumbledore had been in Gryffindor too! And guess what! He stole from me too! So I guess that makes Gryffindor the house that produces bad wizards as well, huh?"
"That article was true?" Neville frowned. Surprisingly, he did not stutter as he spoke this time around.
"One hundred percent accurate. There was even a picture of my account balances as well!" Harry exclaimed. He really needed to know who this Rita Skeeter person is. Though he should be angry at her finding out and printing his personal information to the public, she was able to sway the public's opinion of the so-called 'Light Wizard' and 'Light Family'. "So anyway, don't judge the houses by rumors or at face value. It's best to follow what you believe. And besides, we're going to be together even if we're in separate houses. For sure!"
The young Longbottom scion looked around the compartment, seeing each of them nodding their heads in agreement with Harry's statement. Neville smiled, glad that he had made some friends before they had arrived at Hogwarts. One of his worries had immediately been brushed away.
The Hogwarts Express let out a long honk, signaling the arrival near the station.
"We best be going then." Draco said, stretching his arms. With that, all nine of them shuffled out of their compartment and out of the train.
…..
"Firs' years! Firs' years ov'r 'ere!"
The students eyed the large looking fellow with the scruffy long beard. He had a large overcoat on and was holding a lantern. "Firs' years follow me!"
He led them to several small boats before bellowing, "No more than four in a boat!"
Harry got in with Draco, Hermione and Neville. Blaise, Pansy, Theo and another blond boy went in the boat to the left of theirs and Crabbe and Goyle were in the boat to their right with a pair of female twins. The boats automatically began to move forward when it was all filled. It drifted across a wide span of water, too dark for any student to see into its depth with the lanterns hanging from their posts. The only things they were able to see where the faint lights in the distance.
"Watch yer heads!" The giant bellowed, ducking. Everyone else followed his lead, but a loud splash and scream was heard a few feet after everyone else had passed through the long tunnel. Everyone turned around and started laughing at the redheaded Weasley that had fell into the water.
The giant had to stop the progress across the lake and had to order the rest of the students in the boat, which the redhead fell off of in order to pick the wizard up out of the lake. None of them did it though; they were satisfied with watching the redhead flounder in the water as he tried to doggy paddle to the boat a mere two feet away. Once he latched onto the side of the boat, he climbed on, dripping wet from head to toe. The students in his boat were snickering behind their hands – ignoring the scowling, dripping and red-faced redhead.
Ignoring the wet student, the giant proceeded forward with a great pink umbrella pointed in front of him. The boats started to move once more and within a few minutes, a large breathtaking view of Hogwarts Castle was seen.
Harry grinned brightly, turning to see that Draco, Hermione and Neville were returning his smile. They had made it to Hogwarts!
…..
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the looong and overdue update, but real life's been crazy and I've also been writing new stories and posting up chapters for the stories already written. So, I'm trying to update one chapter of each story per month (though it's probably not going to be possible with how much work I have to do in real life; sorry ): )
On another note, I apologize if my writing of Hagrid's accent is completely off the charts. I'm not that good – maybe I should go back to the books / movie and see how he spoke once more! Please bear with me if I mention him in the future chapters! Thanks! Oh, and before I forget – I think this will be a somewhat slow buildup to the SS/HP slash pairing. So, don't hate! Enjoy it please – because, quite frankly, I don't think I know how to "slowly" build up. Again, please bear with me.
R&R please! (: I'd like to hear your opinions and know what you guys thought of the chapter. What else should I write about for future chapters? I don't mind picking out the topics you think I should write about!
