Harry walked up to Draco who was snogging with on a couch some girl who was far more smashed than Draco. Harry took out his wand and gave it a lazy flick and the girl flew off Draco who looked up at Harry with angry expression. He got up and made to get his wand out but almost fell. Harry easily caught him with quiditch honed reflexes. He carried the drunken blond over to the doors but stopped when he felt an arm on his shoulder. The grip tightened and spun him around, causing him to drop Malfoy to the ground. When he finished the 180 degree rotation he came face to with a large burly man who stank of tobacco and had a mad rage in his eyes. He shoved Harry into a nearby wall yelled, " You stunned my girl you little shit," His breath nearly made Harry want to vomit. Harry looked over the mans shoulder and saw the girl he stunned among the crowd of onlookers who were gathering to watch the fight looking a little dazed. Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand but drooped it when the man gave him another shove while he continued yelling. Harry looked madly for anyone to help him while panic lowly started creeping into him.
He saw Luciun nearby talking to a Slytherin not paying any attention to what was going on. Harry acted without thinking and threw out his hand while the mans grip on him tightened. The stone knife flew from Luciuns pocket into Harrys sweaty hand. He immediately twisted in the mans grip and stuck the knife with all his might into the mans large side. A roar so load echoed his throat that the whole club went quit while only the music played. The grip on Harry was lost and he quickly darted for his wand, grabbed it in his hand, pointed it at the yelling mans face and yelled " Reducto." The spell hits it target and lifted him off the ground and into the rather large crowd, leaving an arc of blood behind.
A panting Harry got up and wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve. Harry picked the bloody knife up with his left hand but when he got up he was met with a rather frightening sight. It seemed the bastards mates had decided to gang up on him. Bloody hell. Harry took in a deep breath and tried to force his pulse to slow down. His eyes looked around assessing the situation. Three of them, their drunk meaning their careless. Two have wands one has a beater bat, why the fuck does he have a beater bat? He didn't get to finish this trail of thought when said drunkard rushed towards Harry with a loud "Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!" Harry swung his knife but it was caught by the drunkards hand while he raised his bat. Harry wasn't fazed however because he rook aim and once again yelled "Reducto," sending the man flying into his friend who was half-way through some curse. The third had finished his though and Harry was too late when it hit his side and sent him flying. The crowd had enough time to move away and Harry hit the floor, Hard. His head smacked into the floor with a resounding 'Thud'. He was seeing stars and doubles. And when he tried to get up he realized he couldn't move his legs, they had gone limp. He didn't even have time to realize just how bad his situation was when one of the Drunks crossed the distance between him and Harry and raised his leg to stomp on the slytherins face. Harry stuck the knife into the stompers grounded foot and placed a finite incantatum on his immobile legs simultaneously, sprung up and rugby tackled the howling man. Effectively ripping his foot in half on the sharp edge of the knife that remained embedded in the wood floor. Harry turned around but didn't have time to sling a spell before he dodged a flying Beaters bat. Harry heard a loud 'Oof' from behind him but didn't care. The beater was now defenceless so Harry quickly sent a stunner his way. He managed to dodge it like Harry had his bat and ran at Harry, swinging his fists. Being drunk served its purpose and he tripped halfway through and landed right on his face. Harry easily heard the loud crunch. He ignored the groaning fool and turned to face the last remaining drunkard, but found him already emancipated.
Luciun walked up to Harry with a grin on his face and said, " My dear Harry, it took me two Weeks before I had my first bar fight," He brushed past Harry and pulled the knife out of the ground, " and I fared far... worse then you have." He wiped its stone edge on his robes and put the knife in his pocket. The crowd around them slowly went back to their wild dancing. Harry went to the bar and sat on the stool, his head hitting the counter and he felt darkness clouding his senses.
" Drinks on the house lad, special coming up for the winner." Harry looked up to see the bartender give him a murky brown drink. " Haven' seen a fight tha' good in a while, you sure got some kick in you." Harry didn't reply and quickly downed his drink. The liquid left a burning path down his throat but it wasn't enough to keep Harry in the realm of the living. Before he knew it his head was on the counter fast asleep.
Harry was having trouble staying awake during charms. While the little professor talked about charms theory that Harry had known since second year he was trying to keep his impossibly heavy eye-lids up. To his left was sitting Hermione Granger, who kept giving him disapproving glances.
" What in gods name did you do last night Potter, I haven't seen like this in class, since well never!" Hermione whispered, scared of the professor noticing and deducting house points. Harry turned his head sleepily and replied normally without a care in the world," Got into a bar-fight." Hermiones jaw dropped and she looked at Harry with wide eyes. She quickly shaked her head slapped him on the arm and continued whispering. " Seriously Potter, that's not funny, if you don't want to tell me the truth fine. But don't be like this again. I appreciate having someone challenging in class." With that she turned back to her charms note-book and continued writhing notes far more advanced then Flitwicks lecture. Harry looked at his time-table, just twenty more minutes and then I have history of magic, sleep then, take notes from Granger later.
Fifteen more minutes.
Ten mo- WAKE UP GODDAMMIT, ten more bloody minutes.
DIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!! Harrys head, along with Dracos, whom Harry hadn't even noticed had fallen asleep, snapped up at the sound of the bell. Harry slowly put his stuff in his bag while trying to stifle a yawn. He stumbled out of the door way and let himself be carried along with the crowd. Literally carried. A bedazzled Daphne and somehow awake Theodore Nott held him up while he tried his best to walk of his own accord. They were just about to get to the History of magic classroom when a face no-one wanted to see somehow appeared from nowhere.
" Well dear brother, what happened to you, wouldn't want mum and dad to find out that your sleeping on first day of class." Chris Potters voice made many heads turn and some people stopped. Harry shrugged of his fellow Slytherins support and stood up straight, all signs of weariness washing off him.
" The same could be said about you, I hear you Gryffindors are infamous for getting pissed drunk and careless in the Dormroom." At least we were discreet. Harry thought, not wanting to sound jealous. " Mother isn't a big fan, and not even father is gonna be able to help you Chris." Said brother paled slightly.
" Fine, you tell her. I'll just have to let it slip about your activities as well." Harry just laughed at Chris's threat.
" And I care Chris because?" His brother didn't say anything Harry continued walking but stopped abruptly when his brother hit him, verbally, with such a low blow that is worthy of legend.
" Because then there is even less chance of them remembering your name. Isn't that what you want. For mum to hug you, dad to play quidditch with you. Well they're never gonna, you know why because you're nothing more then a-" Harry had tried to ignore him, to hide behind his occlumency shields, but it became too much and Chris never got to finish his sentence, because while he was expecting a magical attack, he wasn't expecting a fist to the face. Chris stumbled back holding a bleeding lip. Him being momentarily dazed was enough time for Harry to pull his wand out and shouted "Impervio furnunculus," Dried up, angry red welts started appearing all over Chrises face and hands and places where the public couldn't see. Chris tried to get up but cried out in pain and crumbled to the floor. Ron Weasley and Lavender were running to aid their fallen friend. Harry turned around and entered the History of magic classroom, his silent Slytherin entourage behind him contemplating what just happened. Harry took a seat at the very back of the classroom. The Slytherins sitting around him creating something of a shield as the Gryffindors poured in. Draco sat to his right and Daphne to his left. She leaned in to his ear and whispered, " If you need to left of some heat later Harry, I am perfectly willing."
Harry simply said "we Will see." As he put his face in his hands in hopes that no one will see that single tear and take it as a sign of weakness.
At lunch Harry simply sat there playing with his food. His mind blocking out the sounds of the many happy students around him, bloody fuckers, they have no idead how lucky they are. Harry then felt someone occupy what was the empty spot to his right. He glanced at the newcomer and stared for a little while trying to understand who it was.
" They told me you were bright Potter, care to remember my name," snapped Gulia. Harry looked back at his food and sighed.
" Sorry Gulia, just a little out of it." He threw his fork down and got up and slung his bag around a shoulder. " Did you eat?"
" No, but its okay, Im not Hungry. And it seems your gonna take me someplace interesting. Your not getting any though." She said the last part with a fiery temper that improved his mood some, he always liked a challenge. " Follow me, I got something to show you."
He then walked out of the full Great Hall with Gulian following him, oblivious to the murderous eyes of Daphne Greengrass and the smirking Draco Malfoy.
Harry led her up many stairs and corridors while she silently followed. Finally they came to a staircase that spiralled, Harry only was able to se a few stairs before they disappeared around a bend. He turned to see Gulian right behind him. " What is this Potter, I think I made it clear, you are not getting any."
" And I don't want any," girls, are they all insane. He thought when he saw an offended glint in her eyes. He interrupted her before she opened her mouth. " I said all teach you how to survive an Slytherin, and I am showing you a trick I discovered earlier." With that he turned around and walked up the staircase.
Harry walked out unto the roof of the middle tower, it wasn't the tallest tower by any means but it had uses few knew of. Harry leaned his back against the parapet and looked at Gulia, she was shielding her eyes and her skin looked kinda red. Harry looked to the sky, it was a cloudless day and the sun blared in all its might. Harry was sure that when class let up the students would go and sit by the lake.
" I burn easy Potter," Gulia answered his unasked question.
" If you say so, now the lesson begins, and I will tell you this once so listen. Life in Slytherin is a constant climb for power. Everyone wants to be the best, have the most. You are sorted into Slytherin because you will do anything to achieve your means. The only thing that you can achieve while in school is power over your classmates. Even if you do not partake in the race for control, you will be blackmailed, threatened, and downright harassed just so they make sure you stay down. They will continue until you are under their control, you see where this is going Gulia. I got you down as one to not take lightly to authority, so I'm letting you in on this little secret of mine. I call this my tower of blackmail. Look around," and so Gulia did. The tower allowed one to see almost all the courtyards within the castle and a good portion of the bailey. " Snogging sessions, shady deals, and all the rest. It provides entertainment and info. Use it an exchange for something from someone who needs it or for your own uses. Few no of this, as the entrance to this roof is rather complex to get to, but I trust you will remember it. I find myself here when I need to think, so we will cross paths often if you decide to use this, any questions?"
Gulia took it all in, a calculating look in her eyes. " When does it start?"
" What start? Oh the race, it started the moment you were sorted. No-one is your friend in Slytherin Gulia. Draco and Daphne are a means to an end. They know my weakness and I know theirs. Everything is an act. The act is an act, we drop the exterior act but there as another act beneath the interior and one beneath that. You need to think not two steps ahead but ten. Right now Gulia, you must look at me and make notes, see my weaknesses because I am seeing yours Gulia. I might act like one or at least act like I am trying to be one," Harry then walked right up to a now amazed Gulia, who was obviously not expecting his rant, and stood so their faces were an inch apart." I am not your friend Gulia."