The following day was uneventful, a few classes teaching the basics of magic, things Harry had read about as a child, before he was orphaned. He had to act young, foolish in his choices of magic exposure. The teachers saw him as a prodigy, and this wasn't a hint of his true power.
He sat now, in the very back of the library. A few books were on his side, one open on Hemlock tree's as he worked writing his potions essay. It was written in his sharp beautiful handwriting. The long y's g's j's and many more, each bleeding slightly into one another, but clean enough to read any day. It was almost identical to his Father's when he was in Hogwarts, different than the current spidery scrawl.
A few fifth year Hufflepuffs randomly laughed loudly, they instantly quieted as the librarian rushed over and hissed for them to be silent.
Harry rolled his eyes and picked up a book on wards once again. Long ago, the Ravenclaws asked a first year why they all seemed to be obsessed with wards, when rumor spread, they all helped. So in the first few weeks of school, Ravenclaws whispered wards and books to first year Slytherins, trying to help out the best they could. After all, nobody wanted an unprotected room.
But Harry didn't see a problem in this, for he had already made his wards. They were grey in magic, the further you walked into the room, the worse pain you received, until after two feet, you would get 3rd degree burns across your flesh. Brutal, but effective.
"You're Shadis right?" Harry looked up from the ward book, he had already finished the wards, he just found some ideas for spells.
"Yes, and your name is-" Harry implied looking at the male infront of him. The boy did seem to look like a chaser for Quiditch. Normal build with a tall figure, long black hair and brown eyes.
"Zabini, Blaise Zabini." He held out his hand for Harry to shake, but Harry did nothing of that sort, instead he gently set down his book.
"I know that you need something of me. Why else would you be here?" Harry noted, gently capping his ink and setting down his quill. Blaise looked slightly startled before grinning slyly.
"Aye, I see you are a smart one in Slytherin."
"As are you to come to me, what do you need?" Harry demanded, gently packing his things.
"My wards, I wanted into your room so I sent a frog in there, the thing lasted one foot before bursting into flame, than that bloody snake of your ate the thing. I want help with my wards, make them like yours." Blaise's eyes narrowed slightly as Harry leaned back in his chair.
"You attempted to break into my room." It wasn't a question or a statement. Blaise nodded, not fearing him in the slightest.
"Yeah, got a problem with that?" Blaise responded, leaning back at ease in the library chair. Harry picked up his bag, skillfully sliding his wand out of harness and into his hand.
"I might say that you are a fool, but using a frog instead was rather smart of you. If it wasn't for the houselves, I would put up a ward killing all creatures except my own. I might change the wards slightly however…" Blaise hid back his fear, putting on a sneering face instead; careful to make sure none of the other houses saw.
"What do you want Shadis, money? Homework?" Blaise offered, trying to compromise with the student.
Harry laughed quietly, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
"I already have money Zabini, as I have intelligence. What do I want? I'm sure you already know."
The unspoken word drifted between the two, Blaise nodded slightly, understanding the significance of it, of respect.
"I can't help you with that."
"I never expected you to."
"…You truly are a Slytherin." Blaise noted as Harry got to his feet.
"Cunningness and a venom tongue, one thing my familiar and I have in common."
Harry didn't look back as he left.
x-(X)-x
"Incorrect!" Professor James Potter shouted, spinning away from the stunned Pansy.
The reason why the man was here was completely different. The ministry thought that they should send in one of their auror's to take the post, so they could help the school if it was ever in attack. Right now, James was robbing Slytherin of points Gryffindor would never have earned.
"Mr. Malfoy, tell me, What is a Daywalker?" Potter barked, causing Malfoy to flinch slightly.
"A Daywalker is a breed of vampire that is impervious to sunlight." Malfoy shot back coldly, apparently it wasn't good for Potter.
"Five points from Slytherin for stating the obvious! The correct answer would have been, 'A vampire that can withstand sunlight, has four fangs, and scarlet eyes." Potter finished, turning away and not seeing Malfoy's glare.
"Mr. Shadis!" Potter barked, slowly Harry lifted his head, cold green meeting dark brown, and very carefully, he began to probe his mind.
Mr. Potter did have a little mental defense, but Harry could get past without him knowing, easy enough.
"Tell me this, do Phoenix's die?" He knew the answer, it was right there in his mind.
"Yes They can die." Harry said with a smooth tone, looking away slightly.
"Incorrect-'
"If you wanted me to delve further, your question shouldn't have been so direct." Harry replied, using his quill to write on his paper. A slight look, and James was red in the face, suddenly he chuckled lowly, ah, Harry knew what he was trying to do.
The fool was trying to get back at him from in Diagon Alley, from embarrassing his son.
"Yes, Mr. Shadis? Tell me this then, How does a Phoenix die?" Professor Potter shot back, looking on amused, a slight probing and Harry knew the answer. It was exactly the same as he had originally thought, but you could never be so sure.
"A phoenix can die in a number of ways. The most common is when the bird feels abused, or when its master dies. A Phoenix is not affected by the killing curse, and if hit, it will revert back into a hatchling. A Basilisk can also kill the creature with a single bite, however it's gaze does not affect the bird."
Harry finished and gently began writing again. It was a small leather bound book, a book soon to be filled with his spells and knowledge of things he found. So far, his ink only hit the first twenty pages.
James Potter was red, angry, trying to get Harry in trouble, but there wasn't an excuse to do so. A little bell on his desk rang, signaling the end of class. The door's opened in silence, and the Slytherins headed back to the cave-common room.
As the wall fell back in place, it was still silent, a few older students looked up with interest. It was unusual for the first years to be so quiet.
At once, they broke out in cheers that caused Harry and the older students to jump.
"Shadis got Potter! Stunned him right up on stage!" Theo grinned to the older students who grew wide eyed at the task.
"Bloody hell, how did you do that?" A third year girl whispered, looking at Harry as if he was the sun.
"Simple." Harry noted, looking at the girl right in the eye. "I just answered the question."
Things like that continued until the next day, Friday.
The only classes that even troubled Harry in the slightest was Herbology and DADA, he had an excuse for DADA, nosy teacher marking them down for the slightest of things.
With Herbology….that was a different story.
"Shadis, grab it!" Theo hissed from under his breath as he lifted a strange clawed flower that breathed fire. Harry's instincts said to 'destroy it', but he knew he would be in trouble for that. Wrinkling his nose, Harry grabbed the new pot and Theo plopped the thing down into the dirt. Looking around, a few others had finished the task, but most of the Hufflepuffs were being burned by the angry flower.
Hannah Abbott screamed as her pig-tail lit up, she dropped the flower and desperately attempted to shake it out. The pot burst when it hit the ground, causing the roots to thrash and the flower to blast more fire at any who tried to help, sending a few boots into flame.
"This why I hate Herbology." Harry muttered to Draco who snickered. Pansy eagerly nodded, trying to impress Harry in a way.
It was the same with everyone. Harry was known as lethal inside the Slytherin house. How Harry grew this reputation, you ask? Crabbe and Goyle were trying to learn how to play chess when Millicent Bulstrode walked over. She, being the snotty arrogant fool she was, insulted the two, then turned to insulting Harry as he read a book on magical creatures.
After hearing about twelve brutal comments about his blood status, brains, and love life, Millicent pulled the last straw. She started talking about his parents.
"I bet your parents don't even like you! Sent you away just so they wouldn't have to see your ugly face again!" She laughed and Harry's eyes narrowed even though he couldn't see it. Harry faced away from Millicent, but a fifth year was in a chair reading a book of hers. She looked up slightly and watched as Harry's hands tightened and the book started to smoke around the corner. Harry blinked slowly and set the book down, revealing charred edges. Millicent left soon after, not sparing another glance at the two shocked boys, and a boy burning in hidden anger.
The next day, a second year raced down the halls saying that Millicent was inside the Hospital Wing, apparently a group of third years tried to do a cutting hex, and a few missed their marks. But the one fifth year girl knew better, she saw the barley hidden satisfaction in Harry's eye as the second year explained.
The rumors spread, and one thing was confirmed, never get on Harry's bad side.
It was almost two months since the first of September, the first of the year, and yet, Harry felt as if he had not accomplished anything. Harry had found a few weakness's in Dumbledore, his ability to trust so easily, if he believed a student or teacher wouldn't do something, than they wouldn't in his eye.
It wasn't enough to report back, no, Harry was sure that a few of the Death Eaters children had sent letters with him in it.
It was the 31st of October, the Halloween night, or the night of abuse in Harry's eye. Tonight was the first night that his 'parents' forgot him, left him aside.
He loved, and hated this night.
Why? At the manor, on Halloween night, the Death Eaters were set loose, killing muggles for amusement. It was also the night that the scare factor turned on.
Harry had invented the tradition, sneak into muggle homes, and try to scare them the best. Whoever won in the amount of fear, got the chance of dueling any Death Eater. You couldn't refuse in the slightest. In his years of tradition, this contest only was held four times, the four Halloweens he had.
The first contest was won by Severus Snape, who had challenged Bellatrix much to her delight. After a thirty minute display of magic, Severus was declared the winner.
The following two Halloweens were won by Bellatrix and Lucius, both choosing to battle Harry himself. Of course, he destroyed them much to their shock.
The most recent Halloween, last Halloween, was the best. Harry had scared muggles beyond belief, enough to give a man a heart attack and actually kill him, he of course won.
And he chose to fight his Father.
Harry would have to lie by saying it was an easy, no blood battle. In the end, Harry lost, really badly, but he did manage to snatch a few spells his Father had invented, that was his goal all along anyways.
And this day was the only day that he couldn't actually compete, and Harry missed it.
He had already sent a note via Hedwig, to see who won the contest, he was sure he wouldn't get a response until a few days time.
"Shadis? Are you here?" Harry looked up from the shelf of books he had been looking in. The books here were no good, he had read them all, or they weren't worth the parchment they were written on.
"Well well, I would never have expected you Zabini to come look for me." Harry blinked slyly at the fidgeting boy.
"Yeah, well, somebody's got to do it." Blaise tried to stay strong and Harry clicked his tongue, letting his hand trail down a book spine.
"I presume we must attend the Halloween feast?" Harry noted, slipping his tiny leather book into his robe pocket, and he gently capped his ink and slid his quill into one of the boxes of 'used quills'.
Harry noted the silence Blaise had, it was good, respect was always good.
The two walked silently down the hall, Blaise sent a few looks at Harry when he thought he wasn't looking, but in the end, Harry caught them.
The Great Hall's doors were open still, a few students running in and getting to their tables. The ceiling was charmed to look like the nights sky, with a matching full moon as the one outside. Bats flew by in large swarms, curling up and back into the large pumpkin Jack-O-Lantern. Another pumpkin was slowly being dragged across the ground, but it wasn't by magic.
Harry watched the strange skeleton horses move, pulling against a harness strapped to their backs. The pumpkin slowly was dragged away to a corner where several small stands were set up, ready to be mounted by the pumpkin.
"Wow, what charms do you think they used to make that thing move?" Blaise whispered, not loud enough for the Gryffindor's to overhear though.
"They didn't use any." Harry muttered back under his breath and continued to his chair. "me talking to nott me a Slytherin"
Thestrals, of course the oaf of a gamekeeper would keep Thestrals around. It was a quick and easy way to move things around, and if they were tame, an excellent way to travel.
Harry slid into his adopted seat, nearest the back, and the 'head' if you could call it that. It was a respected spot, no Slytherin would dare sit there, or next to that spot if you valued your life.
Harry sat down, Draco on his right, and Theo on his left.
Theodore Nott had proven himself to Harry. He was tall and thin, not strong in appearance as Harry was. He was gifted in potions, able to get many of the tasks given done correct.
Not only that, but once for a 'Christmas ball' as Harry's Father had once put it, Harry had met with the boy. Theo didn't know who Harry was of course at the time.
AN:I will not be putking down harry's thinking about the story till the end of the chapter