AN:

Alright, I got a review on my last chapter that requested that Harry and Alyssa be brought up to age. So, I posted a poll and whatever the results are will come into being in chapter 10.

Also, to the reviewer who thought that I would abandon this story, I currently have absolutely nothing to do. I also HATE stories that get abandoned, so I sincerely hope that I don't do that to this one. I fully intend to complete it.

Furthermore, if anyone could recommend any good fics where Harry is a Dark Lord? I haven't been able to find any good ones. A good WBHL Harry or a good Dark/Evil!Harry is also good.

Thanks!

Lastly, if someone could tell me if visitors going down each chapter is normal?

ENJOY!

CHAPTER 9:

Harry and his first year Slytherin subjects walked into their first period potions class with the Gryffindors. "Nott" "yes, Master?" "today is a great chance to get to know Longbottom better. Offer to assist him in potions. Bolster his confidence. This is my first step in gaining followers in other houses. Fail, and you will be punished. Understood?" "yes, Master" Harry nodded and they walked into the room. Nott followed his orders and sat next to Longbottom. He and Alyssa partnered up, as did Daphne and Tracey and Pansy and Fey. Draco ended up with Crabbe, and Goyle ended up with a Gryffindor, much to his disliking.

"today we will learn how to make a cure for boils. Everyone turn to page 156 in your book" there was a ruffling of paper, and Snape continued. "you will have 90 minutes to make this potion, and you will be graded based on how good it is. Well? What are you waiting for? Start!" the class all scrambled to get the ingredients.

Nott was inwardly seething. How did HE, Theodore Nott, Heir of House Nott, end up being the loyal dog of a HALF-BLOOD?! His father will be furious. On top of it all, he was forced to sit next to the squib Longbottom, he also had to HELP him. What a disgrace!

Nott noticed Longbottom about to give the potion one more stir than was needed. He put his hand over Longbottoms. "stop. You've stirred enough" Longbottom looked frightened at being paired with a Slytherin, but Nott said, "no need to be afraid. I don't bite" Longbottom relaxed a bit.

Harry looked over to Nott and smiled. He was right about Longbottom. He only needed friends and confidence. Harry had to make sure that that friend was him.

It was Halloween, Harry's least favorite day of the year. This was the day that his whole life had been ruined by Voldemort. To top it all off, people CELEBRATED it with a festive feast! It enraged him that people could celebrate a day as terrible as this. People were starting to notice his mood at breakfast.

"Harry, why are you acting like this? Today is Halloween!" Harry glared at Tracey for being so dense. "oh yeah? And what happened on Halloween ten years ago? Hmm?" Tracey looked confused for a second before paling and wincing a bit. "oh, shit, My Lord. I did not mean to offend" Harry waved her off, but continued to glare. Alyssa wrapped her arm around his shoulders and he involuntarily sagged into her.

"I'm sorry. I have never understood why people celebrate this day. Not only does it mean so much to me, but it is a disgrace to wizarding culture. You know we only recently celebrated Halloween? Before it was All-Hallows-Eve, celebrating the dead in a much more respectfull way. Now, with Dumbledore and all of the muggle-lovers out there, we started celebrating Halloween. It is one thing I plan on changing when I rule" Harry finished his rant.

The Slytherin purebloods were looking at him with respect for saying that, and nodded along with what he was saying. "muggleborns have made wizarding culture change, instead of changing and accommodating to wizarding culture. That is why I dislike them. If they accommodate to wizarding culture and do their best to learn our customs, then they are more than welcome." Harry finished passionately.

The feast was interrupted by Professor Quirell sprinting into the Great Hall and yelling, "TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!" and then promptly fainted backwards. "is it only me that thinks he just fainted wrong?" Harry asked, and everyone nodded. Dumbledore shouted, "all house prefects lead there houses to their dorms!" the Slytherins scoffed at his idiocy. Their Dorms were IN the dungeons! So the prefects took control and led them to the library. On the way, Nott whispered,

"Master. I heard a pair of Gryffindors insult Longbottom by calling him a squib while we were walking to the great hall. I then saw him bump into them with tears streaming down his face. He wasn't at the feast tonight, so I asked around and people say that when he cries he goes to the second floor boys bathroom. He doesn't know about the troll" Harry nodded. "alright. Alyssa, Daphne. Follow me" they all separated from the crowd of flowing Slytherins and their prefects nodded to him. They set off in a run in the opposite direction, headed towards the second floor boys bathroom.

When they got there, they suddenly smelled the worst smell of their lives. Think a teenager who has never taken a shower in their life AND plays sports. Yeah. It was gross. So, covering there noses, they realized it was coming from the bathroom. They rushed in, wands raised, and saw Longbottom cowering in fear next to a sink. Half of the room had been smashed to bits. The Troll was swinging it's club to where Longbottom was cowering, too afraid to move, so Harry yelled, "Wingardium Leviosa!" and pointed his wad at the Troll's club. He made the club go up into the air and smashed it down HARD onto the Troll's head. Luckily for them, Alyssa had already been moving towards Longbottom to get him away from the sink, so she was already gone with Longbottom before the Troll came crashing down on the sink that they had just been under. Harry noticed that he hadn't only knocked it out cold, but he had driven the butt end of the club right into it's head, creating a large hole in it's skull.

Harry had used the flight charm so it wouldn't look like he was using Dark Magic, even though it would have been easier.

Too late, Dumb-as-a-Door and head cat along with head reptile came rushing in. they stopped as soon as they saw the dead troll, and Harry's wand pointed at it.

"what did you do, my boy?" Dumbledore whispered, shocked that A) a first year could kill a troll and B) that a first year would KILL a troll. It was too much for the manipulative bastard that put on the air of believing everyone was good, and leader of the 'light'.

"what happened here?!" screeched head cat. "I saved Longbottom's life and killed a troll, Professor" Harry paused. "well, technically, Alyssa saved Longbottom's life and I killed the Troll. Hard to tell who he owes a life debt to. I suppose we'll find out eventually" Longbottom sputtered. "Li-i-fe-Debt?" "yes, Longbottom. Me and Alyssa saved your life, so you owe one of us a life debt. Don't worry, we won't collect it right now. Friends?" Harry asked, and stuck his hand out. Longbottom was startled In the sudden change in demenor but nodded hesitantly. "Friends" the two shook, and Harry felt that this would be the start of a long-lasting partnership.

Dumbledore said, "but why did you have to KILL it? Don't you feel any remorse?" "no. it was trying to hurt one of my friends, and I stopped it in any way I could. Are we done here?" "ten points each to Slytherin, and ten to Gryffindor for inter-house unity and defeating a troll" said Snape, and McGonagall looked at Snape in shock for giving Gryffindors points. Snape sneered. "Don't think it'll happen again, Minerva" McGonagall nodded a bit shocked.

Harry thought about recent events. Longbottom had turned out to be a good friend. He had invited him to the Slytherin table, and no one wanted to argue. Today was the day before Christmas Break, and he and Alyssa were going to spend some time together in the castle while it was empty. Maybe figure out what was up with Professor Quirrel, or explore the castle a bit more. It would also be a good time to gain the support of people from other houses, expanding his empire.

So, Daphne, Tracey, Pansy, and Fey would be heading back to their families while they stayed here.

CHRISTMAS DAY

Harry and Alyssa were walking the castle grounds when they heard what sounded like Professor Quirell and Snape talking.

"How far have you gotten?" Snape asked. "I d-do-n't know what yo-u mean, Professor" Quirrell stuttered. "you know very well what I mean" "N-o, I'm su-re I don't know what you mean" Harry could tell that his stutter was obviously fake. He must be hiding something.

Snape growled, "The STONE, Quirrell. How far have you and our master gotten with the stone on the forbidden third-floor corridor?" Quirrell smiled maniacally. "Ah, Severus. You said 'our' master. Currently, my lord does not see fit to call you his servant. He thinks that you betrayed him. Is that true, Severus?" Harry was right. He had dropped the stutter. Now it was Snape's turn to get frightened. He clearly did not want to face his lord's wrath. "no-no. I am LOYAL! I have always been a good spy. I have been spying and collecting information for him for ten years. Please, tell him to believe me!" Harry was surprised at how quickly the tables had turned. Now Snape was practically the one stuttering.

"Let me speak to the traitor" someone hissed. Now they both looked frightened. "M-y Lo-rd, Y-ou are not strong enough" "I am strong enough to confront TRAITORS, slave. Now, unwind your disgusting turban and show me the traitor. NOW!" Harry and Alyssa were very startled by this. Harry had realized that there was only one person that Snape could serve, but he was believed dead ten years ago. Quirrell obediently unraveled his turban, showing a demented face in the back of his head. It had a flat nose and slits for eyes. Then, he turned around. "Ah, Severus. My most unloyal servant. Tell me why I should let you live, Hmm?" Snape whimpered. "I'll tell you all of the obstacles to get past the stone! Please, just don't kill me" "Oh, Severus. By now you must realize that there re fates much worse than death, surely?" Snape whimpered. "but I will give you one chance. If you fail me this one time, you will know what a fate worse than death is!" the voice said in it's silky voice.

"y-es, Master" "speak! What are you waiting for?" Snape paused, but then continued. "the three-headed dog only requires classical music. Once you have that, it is put to sleep almost immediately. The second trap is devil's snare. Simply light a fire or relax and you will get past it. The third trap Is a room full of flying keys. You are looking for a small bronze one. You can either summon it or use the brooms to catch it. The next one is McGonagall's. It is a wizarding chess set where you have to take the place of one of the pieces and play your way across. You know the next one, the troll. After that, you have my defense. It is a riddle in which you have to choose the correct potion. The clear potion grants you access to the stone, and all of the other ones either kill you or take you back the way you came. Then, you have Dumbledore's. the stone is hidden inside the Mirror of Erised. You can only take the stone out if you have no desire to use it for personal gain." they couldn't see Voldemort's reaction, but he sounded pleased. "good job, Severus. You have earned a second chance. Remember that I rarely give second chances, but I never give third chances. You are dismissed." Snape started walking away.

So. Snape and Quirrell were both supporters of Voldemort who had apparently returned from the dead. Now he had to decide whether or not to deal with him or let others do it. After all, if Quirell died, then his mother would get the teaching job. So, with that, he decided to get whatever "stone" that they were talking about.

Once they were back in the castle, Alyssa asked, "are you alright, my love? You seem deep in thought" "yes, I'm fine. Just deciding when to take whatever 'stone' they were just talking about. It seems valuable, and I might be able to get rid of Quirrell while I do it. I was thinking of doing it tomorrow. I was thinking about calling my mother up to help us. I've head that she's good at chess. So, are you in?" "you know I am, love. Now and always" "now and always" Harry repeated.

They shared quick but passionate kisses as they walked to the Christmas feast.

Nothing happened during the Christmas feast except for Quirrell and Snape sharing strange looks with each other. they were planning something, and he could only assume that they were going to try and steel the stone, whatever it was.