Title: Luck
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Voldemort x Harry Potter (SLASH)
Summary: Harry has lived a long and fulfilling life as a wizard, and he is ready to pass on when his time comes. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, Harry was happy with the way things turned...
That is, until, he finds out the truth and gains his strange...inheritance. With a little help from Death, Fate, Time and even Lady Hecate herself, he's able to fix the wrong doings of his past. Maybe even find new friends and family. Who knows?
For Harry, luck is all he needs.
Warning(s): Light swearing
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED, NOR AM I CLAIMING TO! THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!
"Regular"
'Thoughts'
"Parseltongue"
"Language of the Dead"
'Mind Link'
Today was the day.
Today was September 1st.
Harry Potter would finally be leaving for Hogwarts, and he was excited to say the least. Finally, after reliving his hell, he would be free would go to live with Sirius during the breaks as to not draw suspicion towards himself.
The trial went off without a hitch. Dumbledore was there, but he didn't realize who Harry was because of a glamour that showed him as a young blonde man with sea green eyes. He was finally able to put his Metamorphmagi abilities to use.
Since Harry wasn't a witness, or really anything but an observer of the trial, he did not have to look like himself, so he sat and watched as Sirius explained himself under Veritaserum. It was a very entertaining experience for Harry. Dumbledore seemed to almost look like a gaping fish when the Animagus revealed that he knew of Sirius' innocence the entire time.
Of course Sirius had to eventually admit that he was an illegal Animagus, but since he had more than enough time in Azkaban, he was off the hook. Harry thought that his godfather deserved more than one million galleons and his innocence, but at least he was free.
Sirius was rushed out of the room almost as soon as the trial had ended, so Death's Master wasn't able to see him until the man's mind healing was complete... which wasn't until October 28th. The Ministry wanted to be sure that Sirius Black, future guardian of The-Boy-Lived, was mentally stable. The last thing they needed was an abuse case on their hands.
Harry was just happy he got to see the man again. After the incident with the prophecy in his first life, he wasn't able to see his godfather again... And that destroyed him on the inside. He felt alone and cold, like nothing he did meant anything. Harry only felt better when his relationship with Ginny started. He began to feel warm again and started to open up more.
But that was all a lie.
His marriage with Ginny, his friendship with Ron, and then his respect towards Dumbledore...
They would all die a bloody, painful death by his hands. Harry wasn't going to be played this time. No... He would be the queen in this chess game, not a pawn. They were all playing the game. They just don't know whose really in control. And Hadrian was going to keep it that way, until he was ready to strike. He would show them what being a snake really meant.
The raven woke up early that morning, too excited to really sleep. The sun was just coming up he noticed. Harry could hear the sound of soft footsteps in the hall, the person not missing the noisy step. It must have been Aunt Petunia. She was usually up this early to make breakfast for her family. Although Dudley usually wasn't up this early, Uncle Vernon followed his wife soon after. The wizard usually received the leftovers (which wasn't much, if any) or the burnt pieces that nobody was willing to eat. At least he wouldn't be around here much longer. That was a major plus in freeing Sirius...and of course his company.
Harry walked downstairs after getting dressed for the day and grabbing Asmo when a lot of begging was done on the snake's part . As he thought, Aunt Petunia was at the stove cooking eggs and bacon while popping bread into the toaster. He was glad that the family mostly forgot about him these days; it meant that he didn't have to do any chores.
It seemed that the horse-like woman didn't notice Harry right away, but as soon as the toast popped up, she noticed him while turning to get it out. She jumped slightly, not expecting to see the freak so soon. There went her peaceful morning...
Petunia ignored him and went back to cooking in silence. Not wanting to start anything, Harry Accioed a few pieces of toast and bacon for him and his animals. His muggle aunt was too busy not trying to burn the bacon in the skillet that she never noticed the food flying away into her nephew's hands.
Harry walked back upstairs quietly to make sure he didn't wake up either of the two whales. After shutting the door and locking it with a spell, he split the food between the three of them and began to eat. Hedwig hooted and nibbled his ear affectionately while Asmo hissed her thanks. They ate in relative silence as Harry was lost in his thoughts about what to with the current Death Eaters and Tom. There must have been someway that Dumbledore poisoned him without actually touching him... But was that even possible? Harry was sure it had to be because Tom was immune to the Imperius Curse just like himself. So what happened? Was it a potion? Or a charmed item? Whatever the reasoning, Harry had to break Tom out of it. And soon.
'Do not worry Master. I will help you, as will Life, seeing as you are her new Master.' Death comforted him in his mind. His Master smiled and nodded his head.
After Harry finished his stolen meal, he packed his trunk with everything he owned (nothing muggle of course) and let Hedwig out to fly to Hogwarts. She was very active in this life for some reason. Asmo slithered around his neck, fitting perfectly. Since she was already full grown to about four feet, she wouldn't be growing any bigger. Not that Harry minded though.
His trunk was packed with both cages shrunken and put into one of the compartments. Harry placed both wands into his wand holster (that he had to double to the both) and grabbed his stuff. Looking at the time, Harry walked down the stairs and didn't bother to say bye as he almost ran to a dark corner. The familiar sensation of Apparition took hold of him.
Asmo was not pleased with that way of transportation, and she verbally hissed her discomfort.
"Ssspeaker! What was that? It felt like I was being stretched very thin. I don't wish to experience that again." Asmo hissed in Harry's ear when they landed in one piece at Platform 9 3/4.
"I'm sorry. We'll most likely have to do that again. I'll warn you next time though." The raven wizard apologized to the snake.
The platform was not at all crowded, only a few families were there that he didn't recognized. Harry left early at 9:49 to make sure he didn't have to deal with all the stares and whispers that followed him everywhere. Plus he didn't want to stay at the Dursleys' any longer. He was quite impatient.
The train was just as he had remembered. The red and black colouring, the gold that shimmered when hit with sunlight, and, of course, the sign that said Hogwarts' Express. It brought plenty of memories, most just reminders of his past mistakes, but they were what made him happy in the end (and at the time).
Harry sighed.
Why couldn't life be easy?
He took out his Dark Phoenix wand wordlessly lifted his trunk to follow behind him. The few families that were previously talking stopped and stared in awe at the little first year who seemed to have done that effortlessly. Although...the young (or so they believed) wizard wasn't even concerned. The families seemed to notice the air around him. It was like he was surrounded by pure magic. The boy held himself with elegance and dignity. It was almost frightening how...how...how powerful he seemed to be.
And the boy knew it. He knew he was powerful, that he was going to do great things for the Wizarding World.
The families that witnessed his power were sure that there would be change coming soon. They just didn't know if it was going to help improve the world they live in.
Harry eventually found a compartment that was relatively far from the front, which he knew was were the Gryffindors liked to sit. The Slytherins usually tended to sit in the back, which was where he sat. The other two houses sat in between the two or with the lions.
Putting his trunk up, he saw that there was a small inscription by the window on the right seat. Harry leaned down to see what it said.
T. M. R.
It appeared to be Tom's initials... This must have been his compartment when he rode to Hogwarts. Leave it to Tom to damage a magical school's train. Even though, Harry smiled and traced the lettering with his thumb. This was now his compartment. Just like Tom did, he carved his name into the wood, right next to Tom's.
T. M. R. H. J. P.
This year was going to be fun.
Once Harry was done vandalizing the train, he dressed in his Hogwarts' robes, so he wouldn't need to be disrupted from his reading later on. Finally, he sat down with his legs laying on his seat. Well...he had about an hour before the train took off. A little reading about dark curses wouldn't hurt right?
/*\*/*\*/*\
Only about half an hour later did the platform get extremely crowded. Harry saw tons of faces that he recognized, but most of them were either Gryffindors or future Gryffindors that he didn't really want to talk to. There were a few others that caught his attention, but he didn't want unnecessary attention. So he kept quiet. That was...until his compartment door slid open.
There, in all his glory, was Draco Malfoy (along with some other future Slytherins).
Maybe Harry would be able to get along with the Malfoy heir this time. After all, it would save him a lot of trouble. Behind the blonde, was five others. Two of them were Crabbe and Goyle, but Harry didn't know the last three. There was one girl and two boys. The girl looked as if she was part pug. She had black, shoulder length hair with fair skin, but her facial features resembled a pug. That must be Pansy Parkinson, the one that Hermione always called a pug. Harry didn't know how accurate she was really being until now...
The male on Malfoy's left had dark skin and was fairly tall compared to the rest of the group. his eyes were almost black, but Harry could tell they were a dark shade of brown. The boy had nice bone structure too. His cheekbones would be visible in the next few years, after all that baby fat was gone.
The boy next to Malfoy was gently tanned and had dark brown hair that was almost black. His blue, almond shaped eyes were the most noticeable trait on him though. They stood out like Malfoy's hair, Pansy's face, or the other guy's height.
The group stared at Harry for a second, before one of them spoke up.
"Who are you?" Came out of Malfoy's mouth. Well that certainly wasn't rude or anything...
Harry raised an eyebrow at the blonde and smirked. "It is improper to not introduce yourself before asking that." Let that sink in.
As expected, the blonde became flustered. "My apologies. My name is Draco Malfoy. These two are Crabbe and Goyle-" he said, motioning towards the two right behind him (although Harry already knew who they were). "This is Pansy Parkinson-" Malfoy motioned towards Pug-face. "Theodore Nott-" he motioned towards the dark haired, blue eyed boy. " and Blaise Zabini." Malfoy finished, waving a hand in the tall boy's direction. Each group member either nodded or grunted in greeting (Crabbe and Goyle were the ones to grunt).
At least Harry knew everybody now. "My name is Hadrian Jamison Potter-Black. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances." The young lord said with a charming smile. He couldn't reveal his lordships just yet...but friendliness always helped. The group didn't let it show, well... most of them didn't, but Harry could tell that they were surprised. They probably didn't expect the famous Harry Potter to be so...pure-blood.
"You can't be serious..." Pansy (or Pug-face as Harry likes to refer to her as) whispered in disbelief. She didn't believe him? Well then she was dumber than he originally thought.
Harry rolled his eyes before lifting up his bangs to show his famous lightening bolt scar. That has to make them believe. Like the Potter lord thought, they all had a glint of recognition (including Crabbe and Goyle).
"You look nothing like the books described you as!" Theodore said. Was he being serious? Why would Harry still look like a one-year old? He knew that he was the Master of Life and Death but certainly not aging.
"Did you think I was going to look exactly like I did when the Dark Lord was defeated?" Honestly! Had this child never heard of aging or growing? Apparently not.
The boy grew a light shade of pink before explaining himself. "No! The books have a picture of how you would look when you arrived at Hogwarts. They said you would be exactly like your father." So that was it. Looked like Harry had some authors to hunt later (and possibly torture).
The young Master narrowed his eyes. "Well they were obviously wrong." He said as a dark aura started to swirl around him. It seemed that some of his Death magic wanted to be set free. 'Not yet...'
"Y-Yeah. Um...no need to get worked up." Theodore stuttered. The others looked in what they felt as feared-awe. So much power into one small being. They could feel the flow of magic coming of the boy in waves.
And just as fast as it had come, it was gone. The magic retreated within the boy before them. "I apologize. It seems I lost my temper there." He smiled. Potter had so much control over his abilities! "Please, sit." He offered to the group of six. Four of the six almost ran to sit with the powerful, young wizard. Crabbe and Goyle decided that their presences weren't needed and went off to look for the trolley.
Just then, the door slammed closed. The future Slytherins jumped in shock and confusion. What had happened? They turned to Potter for an explanation.
"You left the door open." He shrugged. The four almost laughed at how nonchalant the boy was about wandless magic.
Draco decided to speak up for the them. "Potter?" He asked to get the boy's attention.
A soft "Hm?" was given as a response.
"What house do want to be in? We're all going to be in Slytherin." The blonde said proudly as he puffed out his chest slightly. The others all quietly agreed.
Harry thought for a moment. What house did he want to be in? Not Gryffindor, that's for sure. Hufflepuff wouldn't make him seem powerful though (no offense to any Hufflepuffs though, they were quite nice to be around), so that wasn't the one. Maybe Ravenclaw or Slytherin? Ravenclaw would make him seem overly smart, and that would give him an excuse to research any type of magic... But Slytherin would make him seem dark, powerful, and most definitely not a pawn... That also meant that Dumbledore would be watching him constantly, and the last thing Harry needed was an old pedophile also stalking him for the rest of his school years. It would mean that the world would know that he wasn't their savor, that he wasn't some puppet that they could toy with.
So really is was either having his very own pedophile stalker or having people think that he was their Golden-Boy again.
So maybe Slytherin wasn't that bad...
"I suppose Slytherin wouldn't be bad." Harry finally answered. The four of them looked quite happy. Maybe having a few allies wouldn't be so bad...
As the train rolled out of the station, towards Hogwarts, the five first years chatted amongst themselves, and Harry was casually reading a book while doing so. He liked being surrounded in the company of those he could partially trust.
But not all good things could last.
The compartment door slammed open, the person not even bothering to knock.
And of course said person had to be the one that Harry was most dreading to see...Ronald Weasley.
The members in the compartment all sneered (including Harry) when they noticed it to be a Weasley that so rudely interrupted their calm train ride.
"Have you seen Harry Potter? Not that he would be with a bunch of slimy snakes anyway." The daft child asked. Apparently he was going by the books too. Once Weasley said that, Harry saw that all four of his allies stood up to curse him. He wanted to so badly see them do it, but Ronald Weasley was his problem to deal with. He didn't want his allies to think him weak.
"Sit down." He commanded a little too harshly. Harry made sure to let just a little of his Death magic swirl in the air to get his point across. The others all did so almost immediately, not wanting to get on his bad side like the moron was about to. Harry stood up slowly, but not before making his page, and crept up to his unsuspecting victim.
"Who are you? The new leader of the Slytherins? I bet your Mummy and Daddy are pathetic little Death Eaters that kneeled to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" Oh he was so going to wish he hadn't said that by the time Harry was done with the little snob.
By now, the air was almost suffocating with the amount of pure magic. And it was nowhere near Light...
"Harry Potter most certainly does not wish to see you. Not now, not ever." Harry said coldly, voice lacked of all emotion except cold fury. He would be damned if anyone were to talk about his parents like that!
"W-What makes you s-so sure a-a-about th-that?" Weasley tried to say. It took him quite a few tries, but he finally got out what he was going to say.
"Because you just insulted his parents."
The boy turned as white as a ghost at that. He had just insulted The-Boy-Who-Lived's parents! What would Dumbledore say if he knew? His mother was sure to send a howler because of his mess-up. "I-I didn't know i-it was you, Harry." He said weakly. Maybe he could recover from this!
Harry wasn't having any of it. He knew that the boy would eventually betray him if he was given a chance to redeem himself. "So you base me off what you read in a book." His icy tone made everyone in the compartment shiver in fear. Although Weasley almost fell to his knees in fear...
"N-No! Of course no-" He was cut off by Harry.
"Then you insult my companions. And on top of that, you insult my parents!" Death's Master yelled in fury. Weasley almost peed himself at the tone of Harry's voice. He sounded almost like he wasn't human.
"I d-didn't mean to." The ginger whispered in obvious fear.
All the commotion must have woken Asmo from her peaceful slumber because just then, she poked her head out to observe what was going on. "Ssspeaker, what'sss going on?" she hissed.
The soon-to-be Slytherins perked up in interest as the youngest male Weasley stood in shock, eyes gazing at the snake in fear. "Nothing, I'm just trying to get this imbecile to leave me alone. But I do want him to suffer a bit..."
When Harry hissed back to the snake, everyone stared at him in awe (except Weasley, who feared Harry even more now). His allies knew to keep silent though, or at least until their unwanted 'guest' was dealt with.
"Y-You're a Parselmouth! Y-You're e-evil!" Weasley yelled as he ran out the compartment, not wanting to be there anymore. With that, Harry spelled the door to deter any unwanted visitors.
The wizard walked back to where he was previously sitting and plopped down, pouting. He wanted to hurt the boy, not just scare him.
"Isss the dissturbance gone now?" Asmo asked. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Harry smiled softly at the creature around his neck. "Yes, it is. Sorry for waking you. Sleep well." Asmo disappeared within his robes again, to sleep. There was a silence that followed for a good few minutes afterwards. During this time, Harry made sure that all his Death magic was safely back in his magical core.
"So..." Harry said to break the awkward silence. "I can speak to snakes."
Blaise snorted at that comment and said sarcastically "Really? I didn't realize, what with you speaking to a snake and all." They whole compartment was laughing by the end of his sentence. Harry had really needed this, to laugh freely again. Maybe, just maybe, they could be friends. Maybe Harry would be able to trust again.
The only other interruption was from Hermione, but at least she knocked. Harry was happy to see her again, silently promising to never let her fall into the old coot's grasp. Although the others in his compartment sneered and scowled at her, one look from Harry, and they all stopped immediately.
When Hermione noticed him, she smiled and talked excitedly about what she had found in the books about him. All Harry did was smile and nod as she went on and on about how a mere baby defeated the greatest wizard of all time. She was, slowly, but surely escaping the lies that Dumbledore would soon tell her and the rest of the school.
"Oh that's right. Have you seen a toad? This boy named Neville Longbottom lost his." She asked, once their conversation about Voldemort was over. Neville always lost the poor thing didn't he?
"What's the toad's name?" Harry questioned as pulled out his wand (though he didn't need it). He also already knew its name, but it would be more than a little suspicious if he knew the toad's name without his new body never hearing before.
"His name is Trevor. Are you going to do magic?" She asked excitedly. Her eyes were glowing in anticipation.
"Yes. Now watch closely. Accio Trevor the toad." Harry made sure to picture the animal in his mind as to not get another Trevor toad. He let his hands out in front of him to catch the toad when he comes flying. A small creature eventually flew straight into his hands. It was Trevor the toad.
The five magical beings in the small compartment gaped at him. "If you keep you're mouths open like that, you'll catch flies." Harry said with a small smirk.
Hermione giggled at that.
"You do realize that the spell you just cast was a fourth year charm?" Draco asked, still visibly gaping and not ashamed of it.
"Well of course." responded Harry. It was fun watching the looks of surprise and shock on their faces. Imagine what Dumbledore would look like! Harry couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the thought.
The blonde shook his head before going back to his Potions book. Leave it to Harry to bend the rules of magic.
Harry handed the toad to Hermione, but before she could leave, he gave her a bit of advice. "You would make a good Ravenclaw with all you're knowledge." And he left her with that thought. The raven just had to push her in the right direction.
/*\*/*\*/*\
The train ride was soon over after Hermione's visit. Harry was quite excited for the sorting though. He grabbed his trunk with magic and let it float behind him as he brought down his companions' as well. They were thankful as well as shocked, but when are not in awe of Harry's amazing powers?
The group of five exited the train only to hear a booming voice.
"Firs' years over here! Firs' years only!" The half giant spoke loudly, to gain the attention of all the small first years. The group walked over to where Hagrid was and stood at the beginning of the Black Lake. Harry wished that he could have Hagrid as a friend, but the risk of him remaining on Dumbledore's side was too high. He couldn't risk it.
Once all the first years were there, Hagrid came over to give instructions. "Okay. Ev'rybody pick a boat. Four to each!" The little kids began to pair up and choose a boat after what the giant man said. Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Theo all shared a boat while Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle shared another. The Master of Life and Death could see that Weasley, Seamus, Dean, and Michael Corner were all together into another boat.
Once the boats began moving, almost all talking lowered to an occasional whisper about how cool magic was or what spell was used to move the boats. When Hagrid said duck because of the archway, no one did. It was high enough for little first years but not the half giant.
Then the castle came into view.
It was so...magical. It made Harry really believe he wasn't dreaming, that he wasn't crazy. It was all real. Everything. He was really reliving his life again, and this time, not into Dumbledore's game. He was ready for his time at Hogwarts, for his chance at better future. Not just for him, but for the whole Wizarding World.
The boat ride wasn't as long as Harry remembered it to be, but then again, he was lost in his thoughts for a while there. They were all led inside the huge castle, where they met Professor McGonagall. Like in his first life, she left a bunch of kids alone after explaining the sorting and the different houses.
And of course Weasley had to something. "Don't waste your time on Harry Potter. He's just a little Death Eater in training. Those slimy snakes already stole him away. Oh! And guess what? He's a Parselmouth!" There was gasps coming from all directions. So much for that secret... And Harry was most certainly not small. He was just neglected and abused for years... See how Weasley would look if he were in Harry's shoes. Not good, that's how. At least Harry could pull off being small with his childish and sometimes feminine features. And what Weasley know? Harry was 209 years old! He had more knowledge than the school combined!
Harry stalked over to the clueless redhead and tapped his shoulder. The Master glared at him in angry as the boy slowly turned around to face him, already knowing who it was by the familiar feel of magic. "You seem to be in need of some teaching about who you should respect." The raven said furiously. The group of first years all watched in a mixture of fascination and awe.
Harry let his magic swirl dangerously around Weasley. To himself, his Death magic felt comforting, but he knew other people couldn't take it. What they felt was almost suffocating, like they would die at any moment. He let his magic caress the imbecile before him. Weasley quaked in fear and feel down to his knees.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry! Please! M-Make it s-stop!" He wailed in agony. Harry supposed that would enough for now. He can't break him just yet.
"Learn your place." Death's Master said coldly as he retracted his magic. Harry slyly glanced around to see the reactions of everybody. They all had fear in their eyes, all except for the future Slytherins and Hermione that is. They stared at him in awe. People quite like to stare at him in awe (and fear), didn't they? He didn't know why...
Just as Harry was about to walk over to his almost-friends, he spotted a green spot on the floor through the crowd of feet. It was Trevor the toad. Why did Neville lose him so often? He made his way to the small amphibian. The kids parted to make sure no one could touch him and because they were scared of what might happen to the thing that caught his attention.
The raven heard a soft whimper come from the parted crowd once they noticed that he was walking to the toad. Harry guessed they thought that he was going to hurt the poor thing. Like he could hurt an animal. His only friends were animals.
He picked up the creature and made his way over to its owner, who was shaking lightly. "I believe this is yours?" Harry said softly with a smile, so he wouldn't scare Neville.
"Y-Y-Yes. T-Thank you." The Longbottom heir stuttered. He was confused by the other boy's actions. He was just threatening Ron, and now he was helping him? Why would anybody help him? Why would Harry Potter help him of all people?
"You should really keep a better eye on him. I can help you place a tracking spell on him if you wish?" Harry offered, his suggestion sounding more like a question. Neville nodded and happily put Trevor into his pocket.
By this time, McGonagall had come back just before the ghosts arrived and silently observed the scene between Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom. He was just like his mother in so many ways. "Alright, line up." She said. She led them into the Great Hall to begin the sorting
"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." Harry could hear Hermione say. He allowed himself a ghost of a smile to grace his lips before his emotionless mask was put on. Figuratively speaking of course.
Harry's excitement was at a high right there though. Sitting at the High Table, was Quirrelmort, and he seemed to be watching Harry intently... It made him feel slightly uncomfortable because all Harry was thinking about was how the stuttering idiot Quirrel was staring at him... Although he could have sworn that he saw those eyes flash red.
To make sure nobody saw what he was about to do next (he didn't need rumors going around the school), he looked around. Only Dumbledore was watching him. That was creepier than Quirrelmort. Oh well. Let the old man see, he can make of it what he wants. Harry slowly smirked at the Defense teacher and winked before acting like it didn't happen. He faced back to the front quickly, only to see that some of his year mates were already sorted, and the hat's song had already been sung.
Harry stole a quick glance at Quirrelmort to see him look slightly confused..and was that a blush of light pink on his cheeks? Oh now that was a sight that Harry most definitely didn't need to see. Quirrel was blushing... Even though he knew it was really Tom by his eye colour, Harry still shivered in disgust. Ew...
"Granger, Hermione!" Was called, and that snapped him back to the sorting. She walked up to the chair and smiled when the hat was placed on her. It took a little over a minute until the hat finally called "RAVENCLAW".
Everybody else was the same except for Neville who was sorted into Hufflepuff this time. It didn't surprise Harry, but the look on the boy's face told him that Neville wanted to be in his parents' house.
Soon, it was his turn. "Potter, Harry!" Of course they would have that name listed. he would have to correct them then. So that's exactly what he did.
After walking up to the chair, he said "My name isn't just Harry Potter. It is Hadrian Jamison Potter-Black." With that said, he sat down and let the hat be placed on his head.
"Well, well, well... It seems you're being sorted for a second time, and it isn't even the same lifetime." said the Sorting Hat within his mind. Well that was nice. What if the thing told the goat? "Oh, I won't tell. Just like Death can take you...well maybe not you...he can get me if he so wanted to." It helped to have an immortal, all powerful being your service.
"Now where to place you... It seems that Gryffindor is a no...and so is Hufflepuff... That leaves Ravenclaw and Slytherin. You can fit either one though." the hat sighed (if you can call it that).
"If it helps, I would rather be in Slytherin." Harry said hopefully.
"I guess that does. After all, this is your schooling." The Sorting Hat said cheerfully. "So be it! Better be...SLYTHERIN!" Harry was about to take the hat off, but then it chose to speak again...in front of the whole Great Hall... "Come again soon! I would be honored to hear more about your quest!" Well then... What was one to say?
"I will. Have a good evening." Harry bowed to the Sorting Hat and went to sit down with his fellow Slytherins. The entire Great Hall was staring at him in shock. Did the hat really just say that? Wow...
"Looks like you made it to Slytherin!" Draco said excitedly (not that he would admit to it though).
Harry smiled and addressed the whole group of Slytherin first years that were already sorted. "As did you all." So many potential allies...
The Sorting soon came to an end, and the whole time, Harry was staring at Quirrelmort. Not in a creepy way, an observant way. He stared back, so Harry silently challenged him to a staring contest. The-Boy-Who-Lived won of course. Mainly because he was the only who knew about their little game...
Harry drowned out Dumbledore's obnoxious speech and thought to himself. He made it this far, and he wasn't turning back know. He had to fix Tom. He had to bring justice to the old coot, to make him suffer along with the two youngest Weasleys and their mother. It was all falling into place... Soon, he would be ready.
All done! I made this chapter extra long for some reason... Oh well. It was fun to write this!
ALSO, DID YOU KNOW DUMBLEDORE CAN UNDERSTAND PARSELTONGUE? I JUST FOUND OUT!
I was doing research for this chapter and later ones, and I came across that little piece of information. It's official too, meaning it came form her royal highness, J. K. Rowling.
Thank you for reading! Love you guys!
~Mortvient~