And welcome back to Slade's Apprentice. Hopefully I'm not overwhelming you with the chapter updates, am I? I do apologize, as I've said before, I can't seem to stop writing. I'm either playing games, reading HP fanfiction, Naruto fanfiction, or thinking of ideas for my current fanfics. This, Konoha's Most Unpredictable Conduit and Never Stop Smiling are on the top of my list as of right now. Enjoy this chapter.
-V
Last time on Slade's Apprentice:
Harry sat back down and watched as a table rose from the floor. He propped his feet up and with a clearing of his throat he questioned, "So...where were we? Ah, yes! Where I was going to end up in terms of sorting!"
The train soon stopped, lurching forward as it came to a complete halt. Everyone gathered their main personal belongings, bags and such, while the trunks would be gathered at a later time. With it being Harry's first time at Hogwarts, despite him being sorted as a fourth year, he would have to regretfully take the boats with the new wizards and witches arriving at Hogwarts. Harry waved goodbye to Luna, Draco, Pansy and Daphne, the two blondes of the group giving him lingering glances. He sensed that he would be the affection of the two, yet the cause of some fighting between the two as well. He rubbed his face with his palm and got into the boat, muttering, "Girls are such a bother at times." The boats soon lurched off, traveling by magic while the half giant, Hagrid told the students to keep all hands and feet within the boats at all times, before turning their attention to Hogwarts. Harry chuckled at the 'ohh's' and 'ahh's' that reached his ears. Children could be so easily amused or awed.
Soon they were in front of Professor McGonagall, who stared at all of them with a stern eye before giving a speech about houses and how they were supposed to be their family, supporting each other and not hindering. Harry merely tuned the witch out, wondering how they would have to get sorted. He was surprisingly disappointed whenever they were brought in the Great Hall, and a sorting hat was on a stool, waiting for them. McGonagall began to call off names, before he was finally called.
"Harry Potter." Her crisp voice rang out, everyone becoming silent immediately. Whenever Harry walked up to the stool he caught everyone trying to catch a glimpse of him, craning their necks. The Weasley's looked on in respect, minus Ron, while Hermione looked at him in fear from her place at the Ravenclaw table. Luna regarded him with friendship, respect and kindness, while the Slytherin's regarded him with a cool indifference. Draco seemed to regard him with respect, same with Blaise, Daphne and Pansy, but the rest he would have to put into place. The Hufflepuff's were in the same boat as the Slytherin's for once, indifferent.
'Ah, Mr. Potter. Three years late to the party and you're a hired gun?' A voice whispered within his mind. 'Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me, for I'm forbidden to speak outside of sorting about what's in the students head. So in this vast mind of yours, I see an eager desire to learn, a thirst for power, order and respect. You also...well, you wish to be treated as the alpha male and for your orders to be obeyed to the T, correct? No doubt that Gryffindor would be the obvious choice, seeing as your parents were in Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw would help with your thirst for knowledge, but no, that won't do. The most obvious and correct choice is...'
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat roared out, sending the Great Hall into a numbed stupor. Harry put the hat down and bowed politely to McGonagall and tapped an imaginary hat to Dumbledore, who was peering over his moon spectacles at him, his mouth in the small shape of an 'o'. The Headmaster wasn't clearly seeing this happen, he was almost certain the boy would be going to Gryffindor, or at the very least, Ravenclaw. But Slytherin?! He swallowed and was about to start clapping to shock the students out of their stupor, only for Luna Lovegood to beat him to the punch. She began to politely clap, Hermione following suit, followed by Neville Longbottom and the Slytherin table, and lastly, the Hufflepuff table. The Gryffindor's, with the exception of Neville Longbottom, Fred, George and Ginny Weasley remained silent. The staff looked just as shocked as the students. Dumbledore paled, Flitwick bit his lip nervously, Professor Sprout fainted, Hagrid refused to meet Harry's eye, Snape merely nodded stiffly and accepted it, while Harry made his way to the Slytherin table. He took his place in between Draco and Daphne, while Luna watched the close proximity of Daphne and Harry, her eyes flashing with anger and jealously.
Soon the rest of the students were sorted, before Dumbledore stood up and waved his hands about, silencing the chattering students. "Welcome new and old back to Hogwarts. I am regretful to announce that Quidditch has been canceled this year in terms of a contest that Hogwarts will be housing." He smiled slightly at the Gryffindor's outrage, before quieting them. "Now now, I am upset at Quidditch as well, but this contest is known as the TriWizard Tournament. There will be two more magical schools attending, and in total there will be three champions. There are three tasks composed in this tournament, and in the end, only one can achieve eternal fame and be known as the TriWizard Tournament of 2013. Now, allow me to introduce the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons Acadmey of Magic, led by Madame Olympe Maxime." He waved his hand, the door to the Great Hall opening as girls all dressed in blue stepped in, lead by a half giant female, Hagrid blushing at the sight of her. The girls sighed with fake happiness, using their looks to make the majority of the wizards cream themselves. The way they moved put an emphasis on their tightly clothed bodies, the boys ogling them without remorse. While Olympe approached Dumbledore, the wizard took her hand and kissed it in a show of good faith and kindness, the tall woman smiling, revealing a row of straight, white teeth.
'At least personal hygenine hasn't failed the wizards yet.' Harry thought with amusement, before turning once more to the doors of the Great Hall, several rows of boys dressed in black and maroon outfits, wearing fur caps and capes.
"The boys of Durmstrang, led by Igor Kakoroff." Dumbledore introduced, the boys slamming their staffs onto the ground, doing a sort of dance, most of the girls getting heated and worked up, just how the boys did. One male interested Harry as a potential alley, and his name was Viktor Krum. Apparently he was a skilled duelist and an amazing Quidditch seeker. Said seeker blew a fiery phoenix that circled Dumbledore before dispelling completely. "Yes yes, thank you. Welcome, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons schools, to Hogwarts. Hopefully we can all get along and make friends that will stand the ages of time." Most rolled their eyes at Dumbledore's attempt at a peaceful, cheerful chat. "Now Hogwarts, shall we indulge our guests in a traditional Hogwarts song?" He smiled, and most of the grins that Harry saw were forced, including the teachers.
What happened in the next five minutes had made Harry cringe and seriously contemplate shooting Dumbledore in the face. He shuddered, glad the song was over and everyone began to eat as the table was filled with various foods. He piled on chicken, broccoli, carrots, potatoes, a piece of steak on a stick, and poured himself some water. However, lightning flashed and a scream rang out, only for a wizard in the back near Snape to deflect it. The male who walked in was scarred in the face, his left eye strapped to his face, moving on it's own. "A charmed eye? Hm. Perhaps Slade would make use of that." Harry mused to himself, before taking note of a canteen the male produced from his pocket, taking a swig. "Drinking on the job?" Harry mumbled, filing away the information for later. It could be just a regular drink, like water or pumpkin juice, but Harry doubted it. The training Slade put him through was coming into effect, causing Harry to be on the cautious side.
"Ah, thank you Alistor. This is the famous 'Mad-Eye' Moody, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this year." Dumbledore explained, everyone showing awe and slight fear on their face at the mention of Mad-Eye's name. The feast soon returned to normal, with Mad-Eye taking his place next to Snape. Soon after everyone was done, Dumbledore stood up for the final time that night, "Alright, with our bellies full and classes starting tomorrow, I do believe it's time for everyone to get on to bed. Off you hop, pip pop!" The Slytherin's were led to the dungeons, the prefects leading them were Flint and Elineen.
"Alright you lot, settle down!" Flint barked out. "Curfew for third years and below is 9 o'clock sharp! Caught out of bed and you're going to receive detention, or get house points taken away. We Slytherin's look out for each other, and if you see a fellow Slytherin in trouble, do your best to help them out. If you hinder Slytherin, be prepared to dealt with swiftly and quickly. We will not tolerate failure." With that, Flint stepped back and allowed Elineen to step forward.
"What Flint said is true. The boys dormitories is downstairs, the girls are upstairs." She briefly motioned to the staircase before her piercing blue eyes locked onto the first years, "If any of you firsties screw up, be prepared to face the consequences." She hissed, before her eyes landed on Harry, her lips curving up into a smirk. "Ah, seems we have a celebrity in the Slytherin house." Everyone turned and stared at Harry, who merely regarded them with a bored eye. "Harry Potter, welcome to Slytherin house. However, just because you're famous, don't expect to get any special treatment. Unless of course, that special treatment is a beating." She smiled nastily, "However, at least you have some common sense. Not a Gryffindor like your father or that mudblood whore of a mother, eh?" Her eyes widened in fear as Harry darted forward, quickly pushing Flint out of the way before slamming her up against the cold dungeon wall by her throat.
"Mudblood? What the fuck is a mudblood? Some derogatory term instead of muggleborn?" Seeing her nod quickly, Harry hummed before he hissed out, "And a whore? Last I checked a whore constitutes as someone who sleeps around with almost anything that has a penis, or if you prefer, a vagina. Not a woman who was considered the brightest witch of her age, and having only slept with my father. I may be a half-blood, but I will not take to being insulted, nor my late family. Understand?" Seeing her nod, Harry stepped back and dropped her, only for Flint to rush him, slamming Harry into the wall. Harry merely grunted out before he quickly elbowed Flint in the face and as soon as the boy was off of him, Harry planted his boot firmly into Flint's crotch, causing the boy's eyes to bulge out in pain, as he let out a girlish whimper before collapsing to his knees in pain. He looked up at Harry who grinned before roundhouse kicking the boy into an unconscious heap.
Harry soon found himself surrounded by at three more males. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Potter?!" One hissed out, his eyes narrowed in anger.
"Setting some ground rules. And if I may ask, who are you? I like to know the names of the people's asses I kick." Harry said calmly, a smile on his face.
The boy blinked in confusion, only to recover just as quickly. "Seeing as how we're going to be kicking your ass, I suppose we can tell you. Name's Theo Nott, that there is Terence Higgens and Adrian Pucey." Without another word, Nott rushed forward, same with Higgens and Pucey. Harry merely assessed the situation before leaning back from Higgens punch, grabbing the male's forearm and swinging the boy into Nott, the two landing in a crumpled heap. Pucey on the other hand drew his wand and shouted a quick 'Stupefy', Harry feeling the spell whiz past his head. The assassin quickly ran forward toward Pucey who was about to cast another spell, only to have Harry's fist slammed into his gut, before Pucey was thrown against a wall, his head resounding against it with a crack! He didn't get up again, probably unconscious. Hearing movement behind him, Harry turned around and was rewarded with a punch to the face, courtesy of Nott. Harry stumbled, only to be tackled to the ground. Realizing how the situation could be bad for him, Harry quickly ear clapped Nott and kneed him within the groin, rolling the boy off of him, jumping to his feet. He quickly kicked Nott in the head, knocking him out and turning around just in time to be blasted back by a quick 'Expelliarmus.' Harry groaned out slightly, slumping down against the wall. Draco and Blaise were going to make a move, only for Harry to shake his head. He could do this.
"So, you want to fight, Higgens? Two are already down and I'm aiming for the third strike. You sure you want to be it?" Harry questioned, spitting out blood at Higgens' feet. Higgens merely glowered at Harry and threw down his wand and ran forward. Harry tensed and bounced on the balls of his feet before vaulting over the Slytherin and slammed his head into the wall, hearing a resounding crunch as Higgens' nose was broken. The boy howled in agony, only to slip into unconsciousness as Harry applied pressure to the pressure point near the collarbone. Harry panted slightly before he dragged the three boys into a pile before turning to address the rest of the common room who were looking at Harry in shock, awe, fear, and respect. "There are going to be some rule changes around here. Hopefully you all understand what will happen should you happen to rebel or disagree." He waved a hand at the unconscious heap of boys before he continued, "I am not here to be a tyrant, but I will be one should I have to. I merely want there to be respect, unity and an understanding within this house of the great Salazar Slytherin. First off, quit thinking that pureblood's are superior. I'm a half blood and look what I just did to these purebloods." Everyone winced as Harry kicked the pile before his eyes scanned over the students. "Second, the word mudblood is taboo. Should anyone speak it in my presence, or I hear about it, I will replace whatever is in your worst nightmares. Third, everyone shall be using teamwork, regardless of blood status or how rich the other is or what have you. I will not have insolence or prejudice in this house. I've read and heard the stories and slanders of the Slytherin house, and I'm here to change that. Do you all understand?!" He barked out, everyone nodding. "I didn't hear anything!"
"Yes sir!" The house chorused, while Harry nodded.
"Prefects, take the first years to their dorms and then retire yourselves, won't you? Draco, Blaise, Daphne, and Pansy, stay a moment." Elineen did so quickly, the female population of the Slytherin house practically sprinting to their rooms. Flint and the boys quickly strode to their rooms as well, silence soon enveloping the commonroom. The four Harry addressed stood and waited, watching as Harry sunk into an armchair and propped his feet on the unmoving pile of bodies. "So, how do you think I did for making an entrance?" He grinned, his eyes alight with the thrill of the fight, his tongue snaking out and licking the blood that was near the open wound.
Boom. *drops his wand and walks out. Scurries back in and pockets it, before waving and leaving*
-V