What If …by Sera
Disclaimer: Some parts of this taken from The Philosopher's Stone (Book 1) Copyright: The Supreme High JK.
A/N: This is a 'what if' story as in "What if Harry Potter did not join the good side?" I know some of it is really really unbelievable, but I had this idea and it would not go away until I wrote and posted this story. So there.
I haven't changed the beginning that much, only when Harry meets Malfoy in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, he takes quite a different view of him…
… Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot in here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
(One paragraph omitted - too lazy to type it in)
"Hullo," said the boy. "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," said Harry. He wondered what kind of person this boy was. He hoped it would be someone he could have as a friend, someone exciting, not those nerdy twerps that seemed to be in every school. He was sure that Hogwarts would be no exception. (A/N: In every school, you get some desks, some blackboards, some mean kids … and some nerds)
"Know what house you'll be in?"
Harry's ears perked up. Anything, anything at all that would help him to learn more about wizards and their schools would be useful. "No," he replied cautiously. Then, struck by a sudden inspiration, "Which one do you reckon is best?"
"Definitely Slytherin," came the immediate response. "Hufflepuff is full of losers, Ravenclaw are all nerds, and Gryffindor basically stinks. Let me give you a tip," he continued, winking conspiratorially, "When you put on the Hat, tell it you want to be in Slytherin. My father did that, and so he got in! He passed on that advice to me, and I'm only telling you because I like the look of you. What's your name, anyway?"
"Harry Potter," Harry said, but he was drowned out by Madam Malkin saying, "That's you done, my dear," to the pale boy, who promptly hopped off the stool.
"Didn't catch that, but I've got to run," he drawled. "I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way. Look for me on the train, everyone knows me. See you at Hogwarts!"
… Harry stood on the platform, wondering how on earth he was supposed to find Platform Nine and Three Quarters. He wondered whether he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket barrier when a loud voice sounded behind him.
"Hey, there you are. I was thinking you were going to miss the train. Hurry up, we haven't got much time left." It was the pale boy from Diagon Alley. Harry grinned in response to his smirk, and panted, "Draco…glad to see you. D'you think you could give me a hand?"
The smirk grew wider. "It'll be taken care of, don't you worry. Come with me." He beckoned to Harry, and together they walked through the magical barrier and onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. "What's your name again?" Draco enquired as they boarded the train.
"Harry Potter," said Harry, causing Draco to stop in the middle of the aisle and stare. "No kidding," Harry hastily added. "Look…" and he pulled back his fringe to reveal his scar.
"Cool," said Draco. "Here we are." They were in a carriage occupied by two boys who looked like they would be the next contenders for heavyweight wrestling champions of the world. To Harry's surprise, his trunk was already stowed away in the overhead rack. He could hear Hedwig hooting peacefully next to an eagle owl twice her size. "This is Crabbe and this is Goyle," Draco said, waving his hand dismissively.
Just then, a girl with bushy hair and buck teeth came into the carriage. She looked startled to see people in there already. "I was told that this carriage was empty and that I could sit here. Never mind, we can all share. My name's Hermione Granger, and I'm starting at Hogwarts like all of you. My parents aren't wizards, so I hope I won't be too far behind in my studies, but I've learnt all of the set textbooks off by heart and I hope that will be enough. I always had good marks in school, but this is rather different, isn't it?" She said all of this very fast, without leaving any room for Harry or Draco to get a word in.
"Firstly," drawled Draco, "We can't share, because there's four of us and only one of you, and I don't think it would be fair to force us to squash just because no-one else wants to share with you. Secondly, I wouldn't even dream of sharing a carriage with someone not of wizarding blood."
"And thirdly," finished Harry, his eyes gleaming maliciously, "You are the biggest, ugliest, saddest, loser-like nerd I have ever come across, and I wouldn't want any of that to rub off on me."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears, and she left at high speed. Harry and Draco looked at each other and burst out laughing. Crabbe and Goyle chortled as well, although they hadn't the foggiest idea what had just taken place. When the laughter died down, Draco looked at Harry with new respect. "You and me, Harry Potter, we make a good team. Whaddaya say, stick with me and we'll go places. You game?"
"Yeah, I'm game," said Harry, giving Draco a high-five.
… Draco swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
(Three paragraphs omitted)
"Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting … So where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, "Slytherin, please, please, put me in Slytherin."
"Your wish is my command," mocked the voice, and screamed its judgment to the masses. "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table exploded in cheers and catcalls. Harry, smirking in a manner that he'd picked up from Draco, strode across the Hall and seated himself next to his new friend - his best friend, one might say.
There were only a few people to go. Harry watched a red-headed boy be sorted into Gryffindor, amongst loud cheers from a few other ginger toms. Draco followed his eyes and snarled, "I know who that is. My father told me that all Weasleys have red hair and more children than they can afford. I hear they're so poor that they all sleep in one bedroom."
Harry was shocked. "Wow! That bad? Yikes! They sound like savages!"
"They are," came the response. "Their father, Arnold Weasley (A/N: I know he got Mr Weasley's name wrong, but that's the whole point) works at the Ministry of Magic. If there's anything that can be screwed up, he'll do so. I don't know why they just don't sack him."
Looking at the Gryffindor table again, Harry sniggered evilly. "Look, he's sitting next to that loser girl. I've got an idea, come with me. Bring Crabbe and Goyle," as the four of them rose from the table, Harry whispered his plan to Draco, who smiled; comrades in arms.
They reached the table just as Hermione and Ron got up to leave for the dormitories. Neither of them saw the feet that lay in their path. With a loud "Hey!" and a curse word, Ron stumbled over Harry's leg and crashed to the floor. Hermione followed suit, minus the curse word. Draco smirked. "Let's scram," he muttered to Harry, and the two of them raced for the Slytherin dorms, tailing Crabbe and Goyle.
A/N: Don't think I'm bothered to go further than that…please R/R!
Disclaimer: Some parts of this taken from The Philosopher's Stone (Book 1) Copyright: The Supreme High JK.
A/N: This is a 'what if' story as in "What if Harry Potter did not join the good side?" I know some of it is really really unbelievable, but I had this idea and it would not go away until I wrote and posted this story. So there.
I haven't changed the beginning that much, only when Harry meets Malfoy in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, he takes quite a different view of him…
… Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot in here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
(One paragraph omitted - too lazy to type it in)
"Hullo," said the boy. "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," said Harry. He wondered what kind of person this boy was. He hoped it would be someone he could have as a friend, someone exciting, not those nerdy twerps that seemed to be in every school. He was sure that Hogwarts would be no exception. (A/N: In every school, you get some desks, some blackboards, some mean kids … and some nerds)
"Know what house you'll be in?"
Harry's ears perked up. Anything, anything at all that would help him to learn more about wizards and their schools would be useful. "No," he replied cautiously. Then, struck by a sudden inspiration, "Which one do you reckon is best?"
"Definitely Slytherin," came the immediate response. "Hufflepuff is full of losers, Ravenclaw are all nerds, and Gryffindor basically stinks. Let me give you a tip," he continued, winking conspiratorially, "When you put on the Hat, tell it you want to be in Slytherin. My father did that, and so he got in! He passed on that advice to me, and I'm only telling you because I like the look of you. What's your name, anyway?"
"Harry Potter," Harry said, but he was drowned out by Madam Malkin saying, "That's you done, my dear," to the pale boy, who promptly hopped off the stool.
"Didn't catch that, but I've got to run," he drawled. "I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way. Look for me on the train, everyone knows me. See you at Hogwarts!"
… Harry stood on the platform, wondering how on earth he was supposed to find Platform Nine and Three Quarters. He wondered whether he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket barrier when a loud voice sounded behind him.
"Hey, there you are. I was thinking you were going to miss the train. Hurry up, we haven't got much time left." It was the pale boy from Diagon Alley. Harry grinned in response to his smirk, and panted, "Draco…glad to see you. D'you think you could give me a hand?"
The smirk grew wider. "It'll be taken care of, don't you worry. Come with me." He beckoned to Harry, and together they walked through the magical barrier and onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. "What's your name again?" Draco enquired as they boarded the train.
"Harry Potter," said Harry, causing Draco to stop in the middle of the aisle and stare. "No kidding," Harry hastily added. "Look…" and he pulled back his fringe to reveal his scar.
"Cool," said Draco. "Here we are." They were in a carriage occupied by two boys who looked like they would be the next contenders for heavyweight wrestling champions of the world. To Harry's surprise, his trunk was already stowed away in the overhead rack. He could hear Hedwig hooting peacefully next to an eagle owl twice her size. "This is Crabbe and this is Goyle," Draco said, waving his hand dismissively.
Just then, a girl with bushy hair and buck teeth came into the carriage. She looked startled to see people in there already. "I was told that this carriage was empty and that I could sit here. Never mind, we can all share. My name's Hermione Granger, and I'm starting at Hogwarts like all of you. My parents aren't wizards, so I hope I won't be too far behind in my studies, but I've learnt all of the set textbooks off by heart and I hope that will be enough. I always had good marks in school, but this is rather different, isn't it?" She said all of this very fast, without leaving any room for Harry or Draco to get a word in.
"Firstly," drawled Draco, "We can't share, because there's four of us and only one of you, and I don't think it would be fair to force us to squash just because no-one else wants to share with you. Secondly, I wouldn't even dream of sharing a carriage with someone not of wizarding blood."
"And thirdly," finished Harry, his eyes gleaming maliciously, "You are the biggest, ugliest, saddest, loser-like nerd I have ever come across, and I wouldn't want any of that to rub off on me."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears, and she left at high speed. Harry and Draco looked at each other and burst out laughing. Crabbe and Goyle chortled as well, although they hadn't the foggiest idea what had just taken place. When the laughter died down, Draco looked at Harry with new respect. "You and me, Harry Potter, we make a good team. Whaddaya say, stick with me and we'll go places. You game?"
"Yeah, I'm game," said Harry, giving Draco a high-five.
… Draco swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
(Three paragraphs omitted)
"Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting … So where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, "Slytherin, please, please, put me in Slytherin."
"Your wish is my command," mocked the voice, and screamed its judgment to the masses. "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table exploded in cheers and catcalls. Harry, smirking in a manner that he'd picked up from Draco, strode across the Hall and seated himself next to his new friend - his best friend, one might say.
There were only a few people to go. Harry watched a red-headed boy be sorted into Gryffindor, amongst loud cheers from a few other ginger toms. Draco followed his eyes and snarled, "I know who that is. My father told me that all Weasleys have red hair and more children than they can afford. I hear they're so poor that they all sleep in one bedroom."
Harry was shocked. "Wow! That bad? Yikes! They sound like savages!"
"They are," came the response. "Their father, Arnold Weasley (A/N: I know he got Mr Weasley's name wrong, but that's the whole point) works at the Ministry of Magic. If there's anything that can be screwed up, he'll do so. I don't know why they just don't sack him."
Looking at the Gryffindor table again, Harry sniggered evilly. "Look, he's sitting next to that loser girl. I've got an idea, come with me. Bring Crabbe and Goyle," as the four of them rose from the table, Harry whispered his plan to Draco, who smiled; comrades in arms.
They reached the table just as Hermione and Ron got up to leave for the dormitories. Neither of them saw the feet that lay in their path. With a loud "Hey!" and a curse word, Ron stumbled over Harry's leg and crashed to the floor. Hermione followed suit, minus the curse word. Draco smirked. "Let's scram," he muttered to Harry, and the two of them raced for the Slytherin dorms, tailing Crabbe and Goyle.
A/N: Don't think I'm bothered to go further than that…please R/R!