Chapter 6- New Experiences

Beta: Ezra'eil

A/N: I added some more males to Harry's year. I figured that with Draco and the goons gone, there needed to be more males. Blaise is female in this story but she will not be with Harry. I just always thought of Blaise as female.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the plots or names that are from the HP series. I do own the characters that I made. If anyone would like to use them, please contact me first. I do not mind, I just would like to know where they are being used.

"Testing"- normal
"Testing" - mental communication
Testing - thoughts

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
September 2nd

"Wake up! All first years are to be in the common within five minutes," shouted a burly 7th year. "Professor Snape wishes to discuss how you will conduct yourselves for the next seven years." When he saw that no one was following his orders, he shouted, "You no good excuses for a Basilisk's arse. I said move it. Now!"

"Chill out dude, it's only 6 in the morning. There's no need to get up so early."

"When the professor says be in the common room, you don't say no," spat the Head Boy. "You don't want to be on his bad side. I can guarantee that you'll regret it."

"What bad side?" asked Corvus as he wiped the sleep out of his eyes. "He favours his Slytherins."

"What happens in privacy of the common room stays in the common room."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Corvus asked.

"Don't piss him off and you'll be fine."

The Head Boy noticed that while the rest of first years were slowly getting ready there was one who was still in bed. It was the traitor, Nott.

"Hey Nott, wake up. Do you think that you're special or something? You're just like the rest of these flobberworms. Move it. Move…"

He was cut off when he was hit by a muttered Silencio. "I'm up. And I would advise you to show me some more respect. You might end up in the middle of the forest or at the bottom of the lake. And don't forget that I'm a pureblood also. I've had the same training that you've had."

Taurus laughed as the irritated and annoyed Head Boy stormed off to most likely complain to Snape. "Though it was funny to see Pucey that flustered, he is going to make you regret that. So either you are very brave or very stupid."

"I know where my loyalties are. You might want to consider the coming conflict," Nott replied with a glare. "You think that you'll be left out of it. Both the Dark Lord and Dumbledore will be attempting to sway us to their sides. Anyway, let's get moving or we'll be late."

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Harry's Common Room

"Master, there is a nasty human at the door demanding entrance," called Smithy. "May I remove him from your presence?"

"Potter," Pucey yelled. "Let me in this instance."

"I'll take care of him, Smithy. You can go finish your chores." Louder, he called, "Keep your pants on. I'm coming."

Opening the door, he faced an enraged Pucey. "You have to tell me the password to your room. I need access to these rooms at all times."

"What makes you think that I'll let you in?"

"We'll see about that. For now you and Daphne need to be in the Common Room. Professor Snape is going to go over the rules with the first years. It'll be your heads if you are late."

"Fine. Daphne is there already, I'll be there soon."

"I mean it. Don't be late Potter or it's your arse."

As the Head Boy turned to leave, he called, "Pucey."

"What do you want now? Advice on killing yourself?" Chuckling at his own joke, "I'll be happy…"

"No thanks. I'm pretty sure Daphne will end up doing me in. Stupefy."

xxxxxx

Slytherin Common Room

Once Pucey was safely tucked away in a broom closet, he went to see what the oversized bat wanted.

"Probably wants to babble on about my oversized ego," he muttered.

As the rest of the first years dragged themselves into the common room, his eyes fell upon two of them, Taurus and Isla Black.

"What's so curious about them," asked Morgan. "They don't seem any different that the other humans in this school. Though the young male seems interested in your mate. You might need to eliminate the competition before it gets too strong."

"What interests me is their last name," he said while ignoring the part about his mate. "I didn't know there were any other branches of the Blacks that survived the last war. They were either killed by Voldemort or the Ministry. Though, I do remember Sirius saying something about a branch that fled England during the first years of the war."

"Possibly, or they could be from a branch you already know. Just because something seems different, does not mean that it is different."

"That would mea…no, I would prefer not to think about that scenario. Oh well, time to go and introduce myself."

Walking over to the Black children, "Taurus Black I presume."

"Yes, I am Taurus Black of House Black."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Harry said. "I am Lord Potter of House Potter."

"It's nice to finally meet you in person. You don't know how many times I've heard Aunt Bella and Uncle Rodolphus rant about how they can't find where Dumbledore hid you. The entire dinner conversation usually revolved around you or Dumbledore. I sometime think that they lust after the old man with the way they talk about him."

Sighing with relief that he wasn't Bellatrix's son, he asked, "Would you indulge my curiosity and mind telling me which branch of the Black family you come from? I heard somewhere that there were not that many left."

"That rumour is only partially true. There are more of us around than the public knows about. My father was Regulus Black…"

"Was? As in no more?" Harry interrupted. It would seem that not everything changed. Regulus died here also.

"He was killed in a Ministry conducted raid when I was six. The Aurors, under the command of Crouch, raided our house. During the search for dark artifacts a rookie killed my mother when he thought she was trying to curse him. Upon witnessing her death, my father brought the house down on them all in a fit of rage. No one in the house survived that night. Luckily for me and my sister, we were at Aunt Bella's house with Cassiopeia and Corvus."

Harry was extremely perplexed upon hearing this. In the original timeline, he knew Regulus was killed without any heirs and Bellatrix was in prison. Damn. I really need some time to go over the history here. I was stupid not to think that this much changed. For all I know, the muggles could have had World War Three already.

"I assume that with your father dead, you are either Lord Black or at least the heir to the House?"

"No. My Uncle, Sirius, became the heir to House Black."

"How did that happen? I was under the impression that it went to the eldest, which was your father."

"You know a lot about the Black Family, more than any outsider could know," Taurus accused. "How is that?"

"Let's just say that I have a vested interest in House Black and I am just searching for information. Anyway, the information I need could be obtained from anyone close to your family."

"If I find out that you've used this information to harm my family, House Black will be at war with House Potter," he threatened. Seeing Harry's acceptance, he continued, "Even though Uncle Sirius left the manor while he was in school he remained true to the Black Creed. My father married a member of a lesser House, one that dealt with muggles on a daily basis. My grandmother almost died upon hearing this and immediately proclaimed Uncle Sirius as the heir."

"Where is your uncle," Harry asked. Maybe Sirius never went to Azkaban here if he stayed true to the Black Creed. Whatever that is. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Uncle Sirius is in Azkaban for serving the Dark Lord."

"Your uncle served Voldemort?" Harry asked in confusion. This conversation was becoming more confusion by the second. Every time an answer came, two more questions popped up. "Morgana, you getting all this?"

"Yes. Now as interesting as this might sound, I've better things to do than stay down here in this damp place. I'm going to explore a little bit. Keep on talking, I can hear you."

"Ha," Taurus laughed. "That's what everyone would like to believe. I remember how my father used to rant about the injustice done upon his brother. My father was the one who served the Dark Lord. He used to say that the guilty one went free while the innocent rotted. He was planning on defecting from the Dark Lord before he was killed."

"What happened to cause his change of heart?"

"We never knew. He came home one night and said he was considering moving the family to Black Manor, stating that it would be safer. We never made it there."

"Hmmm," Harry mused. "You said that you and your sister grew up with Bellatrix? I thought she was in prison?"

"Aunt Bella? In Azkaban?"

"Yeah, Azkaban. How many other prisons do you know?"

"She was never in Azkaban," he said in confused. "In fact, the only suspected Death Eater in Azkaban is Uncle Sirius. Most of them fled into exile with the Dark Lord. Others, like the Blacks and Malfoys, bought their way out."

"Dark Lord?" In exile? I thought he was dead," Harry asked with worry. "Voldemort was not supposed to have this long to gain power. Hopefully he doesn't have a body yet."

"Dead? Don't you know your own history?" asked Taurus with a laugh. "When he attacked your house, he tried to kill you. He wanted to prove that no baby could stand against him."

"I know that," Harry said irritated. He didn't like being made fun of. "It's just that I thought something else also happened. Something more." He didn't want to give away too much information. These might be children, but they were Slytherin children.

"If you know anything else that happened that night, you are the only one to state it. Those of us in the right families know what happened. Some of us were warned to watch out for certain idiots like Malfoy. We were told that he would run and tell daddy at the slightest mistake. The Dark Lord did flee as a spirit that night. The inner circle was arguing over what to do when one of them came across a letter their master had wrote. It said that if anything had happened, they were to meet somewhere in France and proceed to their new base."

"How do you know all of this? And why are you telling me? Not that I don't mind."

"The first part is easy. I spied on some of Aunt Bellatrix's conversations with other Death Eaters. The second part is more complicated. It has to do with my mother," he replied with sorrow. "She left a letter to be delivered when Isla and I became old enough to understand. In it she asked that my sister and I regain the Black family's honour. That is why I am telling you. That is why I wish to join with you. While I can not ally our families at least I can offer my services. My sister feels the same. We see you as a means to an end. House Black will rise once more."

"We'll see how you feel when you find out what I am planning."

He looked over when he heard the sound of footsteps and saw that the other first years had arrived. Amusingly they had separated into separate groups. His amusement dimmed somewhat when he saw that one particular group was heading his direction.

The leader of said group happened to be a familiar pug-faced girl. He always wondered if she had a canine relative somewhere in here family. It would explain some things. "Like her moaning when I stumbled across her and Draco. I swear that I will never get that picture out of my head."

Striding up to them, "Black, you might want to be careful with whom you associate with. We might just label you and your sister as traitors like Nott."

"Parkinson, where the Notts may be a relatively new family compared to yours, the Blacks are an Ancient and Noble House. We shall not be cowered by idle threats."

Seeing that Black was not going to budge at the moment she decided to try a different approach. "So Potter," she sneered in what he assumed was supposed to be menacingly. Though he thought it made her look constipated. "You think that you can just walk in here and not face the consequences. We know that you had something to do with Draco and the others. When we tell our parents that it was you who brought this disgrace to our families they will bring their vengeance down upon you."

He couldn't help but laugh at her over-melodramatic threats. "Parkinson, didn't your family teach you any manners. I would've thought that you would have learned some at obedience school. I thought that it was a requirement that all bitches learn to be obedient. You know, sit and play dead. And don't you know…you don't tell your enemies that you are after them."

"How dare you," screamed Millicent, a pudgy looking girl. "When our fathers hear about this you will not have a knut to your name."

Harry turned to Theo with a smirk on his face. "You know something. They all seem to be under the impression that I care what they think."

"I wonder what gave them that impression. I knew that they were ignorant but this is beyond my wildest imagination," Theo mocked after catching on. After all those years of being mocked by these upstarts, he was finally having some fun. Albeit some dangerous fun, but fun nevertheless.

"Bulstrode, Parkinson, and Lestrange," Harry drawled. "How nice to finally meet you. I heard such wonderful things about you all. Taurus was just telling us about your family before you walked up."

"Nothing but the best," smirked Taurus. Maybe he could provoke his cousins into attacking. "I assure you."

"I know that Bulstrode and Parkinson here must be upset that their future husbands were not pure enough to be in Slytherin, but hey, I'm sure they will stay faithful to you," Harry said while smiling. "After all, they would have to be classified as humans before they could cheat on you. Though I might start worrying next year because I hear that the young female of the Weasley Clan would love to get her claws into a rich pureblood."

Before the three sub-humans could respond, he turned on his heels and began to walk towards Daphne who was currently talking with Isla. Theo and Taurus shared a look before they quickly followed.

"Daphne," he greeted. "You haven't had any problems? No rodent problem?"

"Nah," she smiled. "Nothing I can't handle. Those two can be a pain in the arse," she said as she pointed towards Bulstrode and Parkinson. "We all used to be playmates when we were younger. I get along just fine with Blaise and Isla, but Bulstrode can be a complete bitch. And don't even get me started on Parkinson. She has to always be in control."

"What about Cassiopeia?" he asked as he looked over in her direction. The more information he had on those around him, the better the war would go.

"She's different from her brother. While he is cruel and just like his mother, she seems nice or at least nice as a Lestrange can get. She has the same desire to cause destruction and mayhem. I figure her mother being who she is explains that."

"So she's not like Bellatrix? Could she be persuaded to join us?"

"No, they aren't that much alike. But she does have her days," she responded. "And she could be persuaded to join us. Though you might want to think of something to offer her first. Improvising as you go along would not impress her very much."

"Harry," Morgan exclaimed. "I can't believe how big this place is. It's not as nice the manor, but its fun all the same. I've found some nice passages in the most interesting of places. Did you know that the Headmaster has a rather interesting collection of reading material in his private loo?"

"Yes this place is big but I can't believe that I wanted to stay here over the summer," Harry said while carefully choosing to not respond to the second part. Some things were not meant to be known.

"But what about the snake and secret chambers?" Morgan asked again, this time more impatiently. She seemed to be getting a little more blood thirsty of late.

"We'll take care of that soon. I still need to gather a few things before we go down."

"Are you going to kill it?"

"There is no other choice. The snake has become too corrupted to keep alive."

Turning his attention back to the conversation, "Anyway…"

xxxxxx

Dark eyes surveyed the room and listened to their petty, little conversations. He knew they were trying to play the same games their parents played. He also knew that once you put them all in one room without an adult, they would talk. With the things he heard he could have everyone of these snot nosed kids expelled. He'd be able to show their parents that their spoiled little brats were not the angels they thought they were. Not that the parents are much better. Or me.

Snape hated his job more than anything but the will of his lord came first. First, he was only to spy on the Order but now he was to aid in the theft stone and he was stuck here until the Dark Lord regained his body.

Once he watched the little confrontation between Potter and Parkinson draw to an end he figured it was time to make his entrance.

Sweeping into the room as if appearing from the shadows, he began his little show. "Quiet."

"Welcome to Slytherin," he whispered. "This is the house of the elite of society. The best the wizarding world has to offer. Within its walls you will learn how to move through society, create empires, and dispose of your enemies. Your achievements will bring the house glory and your failure will bring it shame. Though let it be known that to bring shame to our house will have its price. Your families can only protect you so much."

He was pleased to see that at least some of the students were taking his speech seriously. "Though some of you don't belong here," he said while looking at Harry. "I expect nothing but the best. Any questions?"

When none came, he continued, "If there are any problems within the house I expect you to take care of them without involving the rest of the school. Don't come crying to me. You will not be able to run crying to mommy when you get hurt. Tough it out."

"Potter," he suddenly called. "You stay. Everyone else can go to breakfast."

He looked over to see that the Greengrass girl had stayed also. "I told you leave. I only want Potter here."

"I think that I'll stay," she drawled as she played with her hair. "I wouldn't want people to get the wrong impression."

"What impression," he snapped. Damn these kids. "What the devil are you talking about?"

"You know," she smiled. "You, all alone with Harry. People might start to think you bat for the other team. I can't have rumors about my future husband."

"Why you little…," he said he pulled out his wand.

He was cut off when he felt a small blade on his throat. When he looked down he saw what he thought was a fairy. She had a small knife that looked quite sharp.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," Harry said as he leaned against the wall while pretending to clean his nails. "That knife may be small but if it penetrates your skin the poison will kill you, even before you can get an antidote."

"Potter," he snarled. "Tell your pet to let me go."

"She's not my pet," he said. "She's my friend. I can't control what she does."

"In that case, you're not allowed to have any unauthorized guests in the castle. I am afraid that she has to leave."

Harry was quickly tiring of this game and decided to end it fast. "Listen here you sniveling, greasy-haired, hooked-nose bat. I know it was you at Greengrass Manor. You're lucky I didn't finish you off here and now."

"Why you…," he began as he paled at the knowledge that Potter knew.

"No interrupting," snapped Harry. "This is how the game is gonna be played. You will leave us alone. If you interfere, you will suffer the consequences. My friend over there is Morgan Darklight and she will be staying along with my entourage. If I think of anything else, I'll let you know. Understood?"

"This is not over Potter," he snarled as he walked away. "Little kids should not play dangerous games. It will be open season on you and your friends."

As Snape stalked off Morgan flew over and sat on Daphne's shoulder. "Is he always that pleasant? I know what you showed me in your head but I thought he would have some tact at least."

"Don't worry. You can have your fun later."

"Harry," started Daphne as a thought came to her. "What are you going to do with the stone?"

"Stone? Oh, I'm going to use it. I figure the two of us can use it until I discover another means."

"You mean for immortality?"

"I'm not fighting this war so the people can attempt to destroy themselves. I will ensure the world stays the way I want it. I shall rule it."

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Harry's suite

"But forever?" she asked again in shock. "That's a long time."

"Forever," asked Captain Nolan as he walked up. "Is there a problem with that Snape fellow again? I'd be happy to teach him a few lessons that he's sure not to forget."

"No," Daphne said. "It's just that he wants to steal the Philosophers Stone."

"What," the captain sputtered. By now, everyone else stopped pretending to ignore the conversation.

"That's what I said," Daphne said as she sat down. "I mean, it's the Philosophers Stone."

"I'm not completely sure if I can die from old age, but with it I can last long enough to discover a more permanent solution for us," he stated ignoring the others. "My mother was the first witch in the family but she had the blood of a god in her. That is the legacy of House Orion. It has lasted not through magic but through power. Those of House Orion have always taken great pride in it and have fought to uphold its honour."

"Why does that matter?" she asked. "Many of the purebloods have fae, goblin, vampire, or some other type of magical being mixed in. That is what gives them more power than muggleborns."

"Ah, but do any of them have the blood of a god in them?"

"Not that I know of," she admitted. "Only the Celtic and Greek gods were known to take mortal wives."

"It matters because the blood of a god always proves true," he said. "The only question is how much power will I gain once I complete the sacrifice. That's why I need the stone."

"And what about the rest of us," asked Morgan as she flew over. "Where do we stand in all this?"

"Beside us," he replied. "All who stand with us shall reap the benefits. House Potter will rise above all. We shall conquer the stars."

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First Transfiguration Class

Harry had thoroughly enjoyed watching Weasley get bereted for being late to class. He did enjoy knowing where everything was this time. However, he was worried about one thing. All the first years were in the same class. The rooms had been altered to fit them all of them in. I wonder why the classes are not separated. There seems to be more classes also, he mused.

"Mr. Potter," snapped McGonagall. "Is there something funny? Maybe you would like to demonstrate how to turn your matchstick into a needle. It won't do it on its own."

"Sure," he smirked knowing that she knew he wasn't listening to her lecture. He hadn't listened to anything since she started teaching. "I would be honored to expand the minds of my fellow students. I know quite a few of them probably can't even get the spell right." He said this last part while looking at Weasley.

"We'll see," she pursed her lips. "And if you can't accomplish your task, you will write a paper on the effects of transfiguration and the dangers of not paying attention in class. 28 inches."

"I trust everyone has read chapter one," she said as she glanced around. "We're not going to wait on those who can not keep up. If you feel that you are falling behind, I expect you to come for help. I can not help if you are too stubborn to ask for it."

"Weasley," Harry whispered. "That means you have to beg for help."

"10 points from Slytherin," McGonagall said.

Looking around, she saw that there were more than a few faces that had blank looks. "Mr. Potter," she called. "Come up front."

"Ma'am," he replied smiling.

"I want you to transfigure this matchstick into a needle."

He saw Granger looking envious that he was getting to go first. She thinks she's better even now. Well, let's see her keep up with this.

"Mr. Potter," she snapped. "What are you waiting for? I expect you to set the bar, your father was a natural at this."

"Oh, I'll set the bar alright," he smirked. "I'll blow it through the roof. He figured he could go ahead and do the spell silent. It would be expected of a natural. He pictured the results and thought, Fio meus votum1.

Everyone watched as Harry silently changed the match into a two inch, solid gold needle with silver vines flowing around it.

He could see that everyone, including McGonagall was stunned at the display of magic. As he walked back to his seat, he shot a victorious smirk towards Granger. Maybe that will teach her.

When she found her voice she called out, "Mr. Potter, where did you learn that? Moreover, what was that? I have never seen anything like it except from Professor Dumbledore."

"It was transfiguration," he replied. "I thought you knew."

"There was no way I could tell. It was silent. How did you do that?"

"You don't need to know," he said as he took his seat. "What's mine is mine."

Granger, figuring she could do the same thing, raised her hand. "Professor," she called. "If he can do it, so can I."

"Don't be silly," she snapped. She was still dazed at the sight of the needle. "Even I can't do that. He is a natural, like his father." Though, I would hazard a guess that even his father would have trouble with that.

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Potions classroom

"Wands away," Snape sneered as he swept into the class. "There will be no wand magic inside these rooms unless I give you permission to. I will not have you messing up my potions. Any questions?"

Seeing the mudblood Granger waving her entire arm he said, "None? Good"

"Potions are probably the most important subject you will take while at Hogwarts. You are probably thinking that you will never have a need to make them once you leave here but let me tell you something. They can save your life or the life of a loved one. They can be used to win wars, bring down the mightiest of giants, and even put a stopper on death. A proper wizard or witch will always carry a selection of potions on their body at all times. It may be all that stands between you and death."

Looking around the room he spotted Potter sitting with his feet on the desk and leaning against the wall while reading a book. "Potter, do you think that just because you're in my house that you can slack off. I expect the best from the Slytherins and you will not embarrass the house."

"Contrary to your belief, I am hard at work," Harry responded with a smile.

"You're sitting there reading while I am lecturing. How is that paying attention?" he seethed.

"I never said that I was paying attention."

"Detention for a week and hand over that book."

"No, I don't have the time or patience of for detention. And this book is mine."

"Hand it over now," he raged. "And two weeks detention."

"I'll make a deal," he responded. "If you can make the potion on the first page, I will not only give you the book but I will go to detention for the rest of the year."

Snape knew that Potter was up to something. No Potter ever went to detention willingly. In fact, the first detention that Hogwarts ever gave was to a Potter, and he blew up the classroom along with the teacher. He was up to something but the chance to put Potter in detention for a year was too sweet to pass up. "Fine, deal."

"Excellent, here is the potion," he said as he flipped the book over.

Snape paled as he read the page. "Where did you get this book from?" he demanded. The book was one given to only the greatest potion makers in the guild. It contained potions more complicated than anything he could make. The skill required to make them was beyond anything he could ever hope to accomplish."

"My family's library. It has all kinds of neat books. One of my ancestors was a potion fanatic and stocked an entire section about them." Harry was enjoying the look on Snape's face. The man looked like he wanted to rape the book. He needed to save this in his pensive for a dark day.

"Class is over," he whispered.

Everyone just sat there dumbly, wondering if he had cracked and was about to go on a homicidal rampage.

"Leave now, before I assign everyone of you detention."

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Headmaster's Office
Later that day

"How was the first day of classes," Dumbledore asked as he popped in a lemon drop. "Was the day too much with the influx of students?"

"Everything was fine," stated Professor Sprout. "There was no problem with the students."

Flitwick jumped in stating, "I agree. I do have to say that Mr. Potter has acquired his mother's ability at charms. I would even dare say that he is better than she was. It's almost like he knew the stuff before he came here and was practicing it."

"Same here," said McGonagall. "Mr. Potter is a natural at Transfiguration. Better than anything I can do. He might give you a run for your money."

Dumbledore mused at this piece of information. "It looks like Harry has been up to something."

"Albus," Snape begun slowly. He was still slightly shook up from that book he saw. "That boy has got a book that is only given to the top Guild Masters as a reward. I can't do even one potion in that book."

"Do you think he is capable of brewing anything in that book?" Dumbledore inquired.

"I thought it was a prank at first," he said. "At least until I saw his belt. He had potions on it, potions that I recognized as some of the one that the masters make. They were banned from use because of the blood requirements."

"Hmmmm," Dumbledore thought. "Keep an eye on young Mr. Potter and his friends, I want to know what he is up to."

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End Chapter 6

Fio meus votum- Become my desire
Transfigures an object into what you desire it to be. Can only be used by those of strong will. Must have darkness inside.

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Edited on September 04, 2008