Title: One's Most Hated Name
Author: Forgotten Aspen
Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.
Genre: Angst/Action&Adventure
Rating: T
Disclaimer:I don't own it but I really wanna see the new movie!
"I'd like to welcome the Champion of Hogwarts. I'd like to welcome Harry Preston," Dumbledore said his tone implied trouble was coming.
Harry could tell why. The whole school was in uproar. Students from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw yelling at how the cheating and slimy Slytherins must have cheated to allow one of theirs in. Slytherins, whom were in surprise themselves, simply looked at Harry oddly.
"Harry! Harry, how did you?" Draco stammered in confusion.
"I've no clue," Harry replied barely glancing over at Draco.
Harry heard Mark's voice over everyone else's shouting, "This is unfair! I bet Voldemort rigged it! I bet Harry's in league with Voldemort! He referred to him as the Dark Lord at the night of our duel!"
Other Gryffindors in Mark's surrounding heard him and passed on the news. Before long, everyone in the Great Hall other than Slytherins loudly voiced their opinion on how Harry is in league with Voldemort. The Slytherins by this time defended themselves and their champion.
Not a single person could be heard in the loud Hall. Harry could see Durmstrang and Beauxbatons Headmasters smiling though, obviously happy that one of their challengers was a first year.
A hand grasped Harry's shoulder and locked on tight. Harry turned around to face the furious face Proffesor Potter gave him.
"Mr. Preston, I personally can't believe someone like you will get past the tasks. I think someone more like Alicia Spinnet should be our Champion. I'll inform the Headmaster-" Potter Sr. began trying to keep his cool when he got interrupted.
"Harry Preston. Please follow me to the Champion's room?" Dumbledore asked.
Dumbledore led the way to the small room after Harry nodded in agreement. Potter Sr. looked very much like a deer caught in headlights. As much as Harry hopped Professor Potter would remain that way for the rest of his school year, nothing is perfect. Potter Sr. snapped out of his daze and quickly followed Dumbledore and Harry.
Entering through the wooden door and into a cozy room. Harry noticed the other two champions to the side of the room talking animatedly to each other though now they turned around to face the people who entered the room.
"Who iz 'zis boy?" Fleur asked, "He c'ant be ze last Champion? Could he?"
"No, he's not," Potter began again but stopped when Dumbledore raised his hand.
"Harry, did you put your name into the Goblet?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"No," Harry replied. 'It's not like I care if you let me in or not. But then again, if I could win the money, I won't have to return to this school next year. I can afford schooling in Muggle world London and study magic on my own' Harry thought; he was careful to wipe his mind blank.
"Do you know how you were able to be chosen? It is enchanted with many layers of spells that first years shouldn't even understand," Dumbledore explained.
Harry thought hard, 'The truth should come out here. At least about the age anyways.'
"Professor Dumbledore, you see, I'm actually 12 years old. I turned twelve when you thought I was turning eleven. I don't know why but my records are wrong," Harry said, "My name may have been slipped in by someone else."
"Then, I suppose through wizard-" Dumbledore began but for once he was interrupted as the door flew open.
"Dumbledore! It should be fine! Allow the lad to compete! After all, we are bound by wizard oath," Karkaroff reasoned.
"Yes, allow ze boy in," Madam Maxime agreed whole-heartedly.
"Well, the goblet has chosen and we cannot undo its choice. Harry Preston, congratulations on representing Hogwarts in the Tri-Wizard tournament," Dumbledore smiled, though Harry knew it looked somewhat like a troubled smile.
All the while listening, Morran's fears were slowly confirmed. He never expected Harry to be in the Triwizard Championship. This might infringe on his plans.
"Preston!" Morran called Harry over while Fleur was receiving congrats from her Headmaster.
"What?" Harry asked, though he didn't care much for what Morran wanted to say.
"This will be the one and only warning I'll give you. Quit this tournament now. Forfeit, I don't care how you do it. Just quit," Morran whispered keeping his eyes locked on Dumbledore's conversation with a heated Proffesor Potter.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because-" Morran replied quickly.
"Morran. COME HERE!" Karkaroff said, hissing out the last part. Morran glanced over an apology at Harry and walked off.
Harry ignored the two. Perhaps Morran wanted to scare Harry, though Harry knew that probably wasn't the case.
"Champions! I congratulate all of you for making thus far but the road will only get harder as time passes. The first task will be kept secret from you till last moment. It will begin during the second week back from your winter holidays. That way, you can fill up your heads with information," Dumbledore informed them, "This is all the information you will get. You may head to your rooms now."
Harry walked out of the room to find the Great Hall empty except for Draco, whom was still waiting for Harry at their seats.
"Thanks for waiting Draco!" Harry said as cheerfully as he can, thinking about leaving this dreaded school. His dreaded family.
"Sure no problem. So how did you get in the tournament?" Draco asked though seeming polite, though Harry could detect an undertone.
"I'm actually-," Harry began.
"Mr. Preston! I would like to see you in my office. Immediately," Preffesor Snape decreed leaving no room for argument.
Harry rolled his eyes, 'Geez, everyone just keeps getting interrupted these days.'
"I'll see you in the dorm," Harry whispered to Draco knowing Proffessor's Snape's question would be the same.
"Follow me," Snape ordered and led Harry down the dungeons, as his cape billowed from the speed Snape was walking at.
Snape led Harry in through a large door and into an average sized room. It was his study. Potions of every colour lined the wall-to-wall shelves. In the middle of the room stood a large desk with a chair behind and in fron of it.
"Take a seat," Snape said not with the usual harshness his tone usually carried.
Harry sat down on the large black leather seat.
"Mr. Preston, explain to me how your name was chosen when you are underage. Then, explain to me how an underaged wizard such as yourself was able to be chosen above all other, more experienced witches and wizards," Snaped asked, this time his voice carried out a bit of curiosity.
"When I attended St. Mary's Orphanage, they misprinted my birthdate. They switched it one year early and the typo wasn't corrected due to the extreme amount of paperwork the headmistress would have to do so I remained 10 years old when I was really 11," Harry explained the first part, "I don't really know why the goblet chose me to represent Hogwarts."
"Is that so? Well, remember that you are a Slytherin. If you are to go and represent all of Hogwarts, make it so that you do not shame this entire house. Merlin knows why the goblet chose you so competition may be hard. Therefore, if you need any supplies, go directly to me. No matter what the problem, am I understood?" Snape asked though the implied meaning this time was omnious.
'So, Snape just congratulated me for representing Slytherin and told me to do them proud and if I need any underhand dealings or questions with tasks I should ask him. Geez, he should just say it straight,' Harry though but resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Yes, sir," Harry responded blandly back at Snape.
"Good, I've no doubt that Slytherin would love to congratulate their new champion, you may leave," Snape said and Harry wasted no time to leave Professor Snape's study due to Harry's tired composition.
Walking back through the dungeons and through the hidden entrance Harry arrived into the Slytherin's common room jam-packed with Slytherins laughing and rumoring.
"Wow, Harry, how did you do it?"
"Shows them Gryffindors right, I'd say!"
"Can you imagine if a first-year Slytherin actually won? We'd get to gloat for ages for this!"
"Harry! Harry, that was incredible; how you name shot out of the goblet and all! How did you put your name in?" Avery asked enthusiastically.
Harry looked around the room for a closer look. It seems as though the entire Slytherin student body was out. Butterbeers and expensive snacks appeared lining tables.
"Yes, Harry. Do tell us how you go in," Draco appeared from behind Goyle, a bulky second year.
"They messed up my year and I'm actually 12," Harry replied, might as well go with the truth since lies don't work nearly as well.
"Woah, Harry! You should be in my year than!" Blaise, another second year remarked.
"Yeah, I should but I told you, they thought I was actually a year younger," Harry added on.
Someone grabbed hold of Harry's arm and pulled him away from the noisy crowd.
"Harry! You do know that you're just a first year and your opponents are all either sixth or seventh years right? All of the magical community in Britain is watching this and probably betting on this too. They might do something…," Pansy trailed off near the end of her speech.
"Don't worry, I won't fall that easily besides, what can they do, with three Headmasters here?" Harry replied though Pansy just confirmed his own thoughts. 'Voldemort may catch on to this and divert his attention back onto himself and his cause.'
Pansy looked as though she wanted to say something back in retort but Harry pushed past her and headed up for his dorm.
Draco came up an hour later, when most of the party go-ers realized that their guest of honour already left.
"You never told me that you should have been in the second year," Draco said begrudgingly.
"It never occurred to me, that's all," Harry replied not the least bit concerned.
"Just what else are you not telling anybody? Whatever, fine. Don't tell me. I don't want to know," Draco hissed and closed his curtains around his bed after climbing onto his bed.
Harry didn't like to admit it but a word perfectly suited the answer for that question, "Everything."
Next morning, Harry skipped breakfast; he didn't want yesterday's scene to repeat itself.
Though by mid-morn in charms class Harry regretted his decision. He was hungry and it didn't matter if he was in the Great Hall or not people pointed and whispered about Harry everywhere he walked. Harry all the while reminded himself that it was so he didn't have to ever see his parents again or his annoying little brother; he'd be able to support himself with those galleons turned into muggle pounds.
"Hello Harry. So, I've heard the news, congrats," Lavender, a second year Gryffindor, aproached Harry.
"Um, Hello. Lavender," Harry replied, "You're a second year right? You got the wrong class."
"No, I was looking for you. I'm so glad you remembered my name," Lavender squeaked. Harry rolled his eyes. He knew almost every body's name. It wasn't that hard to remember, it was just a word.
Lavender kept chatting to Harry, which earned her suspicious looks from the rest of the Slytherin student body. Why was a Gryffindor talking to a Slytherin on first name basis?
Draco walked in, glanced at Harry and took a seat on the opposite side of the class.
Harry stood up and walked to Draco, completely ignoring Lavender, which earned him an hmph!
"What's wrong? It's not my fault the goblet chose me, you know," Harry consoled though half-heartedly.
"I'm not mad alright?" Draco glanced around to make sure no one was evesdropping, "Look, you know almost everything about me but I know barely anything about you. All of a sudden you are the champion of Hogwarts and my brother which I haven't seen for ages is the Champion for Durmstrang and you're now completely different!" Draco whispered harshly all at once.
"That is my fault how? Look, fine if you want to know things about me, I'll tell you alright? Besides, I thought that before the end of this you'd practically would know everything about me," Harry lied through his teeth. He never expected this to come up but as he thought now, it was bound to. Harry never really did like lying but at this point it was necessary. If he told all his secrets to Draco and both Harry and his brother then became champions to leave him alone, then he's be at least a bit bitter too. The main reason though was Draco was about to leave for Christmas holiday in a week to meet his Death Eater father, Harry can't afford to lose his friendship with Draco now.
"Fine. I wasn't really mad anyways. I was just nervous. It's nearing Chirstmas holidays you know. I have more important stuff than to worry about than a school tournament," Draco said as he followed Harry back towards where Harry sat before. Harry noticed that Lavender had left and wondered why Lavender was so nice to him despite their house.
Throughout the next week, Harry knew why Lavender approached him. It wasn't only Lavender, it was many of the girls in the student body. Draco joked that maybe if Harry were to wink at this frist year Hufflepuff student who'd been watching Harry, that she'd faint. Harry was embarrassed throughout this all to Draco's laughter of course and much to Mark's jealousy.
The day before the day of departure, Morran once again joined Harry and Draco for dinner.
"What do you want now?" Draco asked, eyes slit.
"No reason. You'll be coming over tomorrow right?" Morran asked though an undetected tone was heard.
"Yep, and I'll be coming too," Harry replied for Harry to let Draco finish off his chicken.
"Right, about that, Draco. Why don't you invite someone else, like that girl Pansy?" Morran whispered this time, sounding a bit worried.
"Why should I? We don't even know the other girl that well. Leave us alone will, you? We can take care of ourselves," Draco replied not even bothering to look at his older brother.
Morran's eyes turned cold and walked away but not before saying, "Whatever, it's your choice and life."
"What do you think he meant by that, Harry?" Draco asked watching his brother walk away.
"I dunno. He might be just trying to scare us. Doesn't matter now. It's not like we can go back and deny the request," Harry reasoned.
Dinner was over and Harry and Draco left for the library to finish off their potions essay.
Harry finished his off in about an hour and remained there for about 30 more minutes to read some textbooks while waiting for Draco to finish.
"There! I'm done," Draco announced as Harry was reading an interesting but inaccurate book about elves.
Finally, Harry and Draco ended their last full day at Hogwarts sleeping their way into tommorow.
It was almost 10:00pm before one of the boys woke. Rushing the whole morning to pack and eat breakfast and shower, they made it in time for the 11:00pm train which in itself was quite a feat.
Harry and Draco boarded the train and took a compartment in the middle. Harry looked out the window to see Hogwarts fading into the background till it couldn't be seen anymore.
Draco pulled out a set of exploding snap to which Harry and Draco played till someone slid open the compartment door.
"Hello, gentlemen. How's it going?" Morran asked and took a seat across from Harry, beside Draco, "No I'm not here to annoy you guys. I have to direct you people back to Malfoy Manor."
"We really didn't have a decent chat inside Hogwarts, Draco," Morran noted, seemingly genuinely interested in Draco's affairs, "So how have you been? Is mother doing well?"
Harry felt awkward to be in the conversation but he stayed within the compartment in case Morran tries anything odd. Harry glanced at Draco and gave a semi-shrug, indicating that go ahead and tell Morran, what's the worse that could happen?
"Yeah, I've been fine. Not much to tell about. Mother's all right too. We've been living averagely. Not much to tell really," Draco noted to his brother.
"I see. Can't say it's the same for me though. Forget it; let's play more exploding snap," Morran suggested.
Draco pulled out his deck in agreement. Harry didn't know how he did it but Morran won 13 times in a row till Draco was fed up and magically exploded the card Morran was holding with his wand. This set up Morran to aim for Draco but instead, accidentally exploded Harry's right arm pocket. Harry, in retaliation tried to remove Morran's wand but Morran set up a shield and Draco's wand went flying to the wall opposite. This lasted for hours till they all laid down on the seats and floors trying to catch their breaths. Their skin were mostly bruised and their clothes torn into pieces.
Morran sat up. "Veterus Fixiarmus," Morran whispered still trying to get his breath back and Harry's and Draco's clothes were healed immediately.
Harry added on, "Healartis."
The bruises on their skins slowly faded to a dull red and vanished.
"I didn't know you could be so nice, bro," Draco smiled.
"So did I," Morran replied.
The train stopped to a halt slowly afterwards and the three unloaded their luggage from the train and got off.
"Follow me, he should be waiting," Morran muttered seeming to regain his composure and led the way out of the muggle packed train station.
Morran turned many corners until after five minutes of walking; Morran led them to a stretch limousine. It was long a black in color and so clean it seemed new.
"Come on guys, get in," Morran told the two first-years.
The inside was obviously magically altered. The vehicle seemed three times it's size on the inside. There was even a bed for the extremely tired, there was also a cooler filled with butterbeer.
It took only 20 minutes to arrive at their destination. Harry walked out to face the largest house he'd ever seen. The house was black in color, from what Harry can tell, large expensive curtains hung from inside the windows. The lawn was neatly kept and the bushes cut so that it resembled a snake around a sword. Gates with the word 'Malfoy' behind them were almost as big as the width of the Great Hall.
Harry watched a figure approach them.
"Welcome and welcome back to Malfoy Manor," Lucius Malfoy said with a large grin on his face.
What worried Harry the most was that even though Malfoy Sr.'s mouth formed a smile, his eyes reflected those that were of cold steel.
"My lord, something unexpected has happened," Wormtail said, proud that he didn't stutter this time.
"What is it?" Voldemort sneered annoyed that Wormtail would dare interrupt him while he was receiving a report from a Death Eater in the inner circle.
"I-it's about the-the t-t-tournament," Wormtail spoke though his eyes were closed, expecting to be in pain any moment.
"What is it? What about the tournament," The Dark Lord hissed.
"This is the list of all the champions," Wormtail approached his master with a paper sized parchment.
Voldemort scanned the names over:
Champion of Beauxbatons: Fleur Delacours
Champion of Durmstrang: Morran Malfoy
Champion of Hogwarts: Harry Preston
The Dark Lord was pleased that Malfoy and been awarded entrance but his eyes stopped on Harry Preston.
Voldemort laughed a cruel high-piched laugh. "So Karkaroff did manage to pull it odd" the Dark Lord said amused.
Wormtail let go the breath that he was subconsciously holding, "You had planned this my lord?"
"Wormtail, do you think I owe you information on my plans? I have not told you for a reason. Crucio," Voldemort hissed.
Wormtail hit the ground wailing as Voldemort threw the parchment back to the pained man. His plan was indeed on the move.