Title: Nothing Is Ever What It Seems
Rating: PG-13
Author: Jessica C. Malfoy JessicaCMalfoy@aol.com
Category: Future Books
Main Character: Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco is visited by a strange wizard, Snape is still missing; Harry gets a glimpse of what destiny had originally planned for him, and both Draco and Harry fall asleep in Potions…..
Draco looked at the figure. "Who are you?" The figure gave a little chuckle, "Tell me who you are! I'll go get Dumbledore!"
"Dumbledore wouldn't even dare to even throw a simple cheering charm at me, nevertheless, try to hurt me. Now, young, Mr. Malfoy, come with me."
"You really have lost it if you think I'm going to go with you. It is not my style to go easily with a black cloaked, hooded, wizard, or I hope you're a wizard with that voice you got. And may I add that you woke me up, which I highly dislike, and will severely injure you later for.
The figure did not seem very amused, at Draco's remark. "Mr. Malfoy, you will come with me. If you don't you will still come with me, but no, what's the word….but not knowingly."
Draco calmly, well more like, made a dramatic fall into a chair, like a person who is tired would after a long day at the workplace.
'Cloaked', made a growl-like noise. "Mr. Malfoy-----"
"What is going on in here," a rough, deep, voice inquired by the entrance of the Common Room.
"You know, the usual. Black cloaked wizard appears, wakes me up, and then demands that I go with him. Nothing out of the ordinary here."
The source of the voice stepped into the Common Room and into the light of the fire, whose features stuck out like a large hooked nose, which was part of the face. He strode over to Draco and gave him a searching look.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are the only one in here, and that remark was nowhere near amusing."
"Well, I thought it was amusing. I now know what to get you for Christmas, then, don't I? A good sense of humor."
"Now, what do you mean a cloaked wizard was in here?"
"You mean that you didn't see him? He was just in here, demanding that I'll go with him."
"You were the only one that I saw, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco looked around, the mysterious figure had either left or vanished. "I----I swear he was here….."
"And may I ask, why are you in here?"
"I heard a noise."
"Well, young Mr. Malfoy, I can say that you assumed that you could play the hero and stop what ever it was?"
"Well, I am a Malfoy, after all."
"Mr. Malfoy, if there was such a being in here, and in this very room, why did it leave you here?"
"It saw you?"
"Exactly, now who fears me?"
"The other houses?"
"That
would want….you."
"A sick minded member of the other houses."
"Mr. Malfoy, this isn't a laughing matter."
"No, it isn't, for it woke me up."
Snape sighed and looked at Draco, who even under these circumstances, was able to pull off some sarcastic remarks.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you sure that you heard a noise in here?"
"I saw the thing."
"Well, next time, you should look before you leap."
"What?"
"Enough, Mr. Malfoy. Now, get to bed, now."
"Well, aren't you just the brightest ray of sunshine…."
"NOW!"
Draco looked at the head of his house, shock spread across his face and got up and walked to the staircase that led down to the boys dormitories. He turned around, "Pro---", he began, to see that he was, once again, alone in the Common Room.
"Professor? Professor Snape? Where are you?" He called out, hearing his voice return to him as it bounced around the empty Slytherin Common Room. He looked over to the fire, and his usual chair, which was empty. The fire, was dying, unnaturally fast, and an eerie silence fell over as it died. After it died, it was as quiet as if time, itself, had stopped in awe and wonder.
Draco stood there for a few minutes, straining his ears to hear footsteps echoing around the dungeon, but heard none. A book fell, a large, heavy and ancient spell book to be precise, shattering the silence, and causing Draco to flee.
The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement, once again. Professor Snape was absent, Draco was sitting at his seat in a daze, and probably also due to lack of sleep. He was supposed to talk to Snape, but Snape wasn't here; he could talk to Dumbledore, but then, his decision would have been made the minute he stepped into the office.
For some strange reason, the Slytherin girls hissed at him when they looked his way, which was odd of them. He was highly popular with them, although, he didn't date with them, only harmless flirting, or that's what he called it. His other housemates hardly talked to him, other then telling him a 'Fool-proof' plan on how to get rid of Potter, all of which, Draco found something that Potter would find and blow the entire plan out of the water. Crabbe and Goyle, well, they were too busy eating, that chances were that they'd probably wouldn't even notice if a Veela came over and sat next to them.
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Harry Potter groggily slumped into the Gryffindor Common Room, and found that not only had he over slept this morning, that he was also the last one to leave the Common Room for breakfast, except for one person, which he had just now noticed. Standing in front of the fireplace, his eyes reflecting in his half moon spectacles, twinkling.
"Headmaster, what are you doing in here?"
"You should know the answer to that, Mr. Potter."
"Er-----You pay wake-up calls to all of the over sleepers? Which, may I add, this is only the first time this week for me, a new record."
"As delightful as that suggestion sounds, I must say that I'm here for…other reasons. I am here on serious matters and serious matters only, Mr. Potter."
Harry looked at Dumbledore, "What? Wait, I know. Voldermort has repented his evil ways and locked himself in Padfoot's empty Akabazan cell? Or maybe, he and Malfoy ran off together last night and eloped?"
"No, Harry, neither one of those are correct, though, I can't blame you for trying, except for that last remark. You do need to show the other students in your year more respect then that, even when they're members of the house that is rival to yours. Now, the news…Death Eater activities have sky rocketed, drastically. The spies all left last night and I've already gotten a W.W.I.D."
Harry's, still sleepy, brain woke up with a start. W.W.I.D., Wizards and Witches In Distress, and the things clicked.
"Now, this had lead me to believe that that they will be scouting Hogwarts for new recruits. Everything is pointing towards it."
Harry sank down onto a couch and banged his fist against a table. "Damn those bloody Slytherins, damn them!"
"Harry, not all Slytherins are bad."
"Headmaster, their entire bloody house is evil! That's what they get known for! They're snakes! Snakes equals evil!"
"Not all of them are like that, Harry. Even those who you loathe must have some goodness in their heart."
"Snape and Malfoy, don't have a heart for goodness. They're one of the evilest, right up there with Voldermort."
"Harry, you know that, that is not true. They have as much evil in them as much as you have in yourself. Only, they let theirs live, wear them on their sleeve."
Harry paused, his brain rolling, 'Ah now, remember, the sorting had wanted to put you in Slytherin. You could've been successful there, more then in Gryffindor. You could've been more powerful as well.', the voice in his head reminded him.
"Are you saying that I should have been put in Slytherin? After all that I've done, all of the times that I nearly got my ass knocked off of this planet and onto the great beyond, that I should've been in that house! Is that what you're saying, Headmaster! For, to me, it sure sounds like it!"
Dumbledore looked at Harry, the twinkle in his eye had disappeared either seconds ago, or when they first started talking. He reached into his robes and pulled out an emerald transparent ball.
"Harry, take this. See what destiny had originally planned," Dumbledore stated and toss the ball towards Harry, who caught it in an instant, and then…green light emitted from the ball and covered the entire room in green and in darkness.
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Harry looked around, he wasn't in the Common Room anymore. He was in a dark and damp place, with the smell of old dirty socks. He looked around, and saw the torches coming forth from the darkness, and lighting up the place a little bit. From what he could tell, he was in a dungeon, it could've been Snape's dungeon, for all he knew, it could be Malfoy's dungeon, but he didn't know.
Eventually, it was light enough, for him to tell that he was in Snape's dungeon. He heard his voice down the corridor, coming towards him. "Okay, let me get this straight, Draco. The mudblood actually killed herself?"
Malfoy's not-so-cold drawl replied, "Yes, Harry. How many times do I have to say it? She managed up a noose, she slit her wrists, and then, she simply hung herself."
"Is that even possible?"
"Of course, it is Harry. Would this face like to you, when I had absolute nothing to gain out of it?"
"You've
got a point there, is that…Yeah, there's Snape."
"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that my two prize pupils were up to no good."
"Oh never, Professor. We get the day off in celebrating of the mudblood's death," Harry heard himself reply to Snape, and his own stomach dropped.
"Besides, how could we do something terrible on our favorite Professor's birthday? Now, you're 110 this year or 111?" Draco said to the Head of the Slytherin House.
"No, its 220, this year Draco. He only acts 115," Harry said to both Draco and Snape.
"I'm only 35 this year, boys. Now, I best leave. I trust that you two won't get into any trouble, now."
The scene faded out, and he saw himself, only a weak 11 year old, standing in line for the sorting.
"Potter, Harry!" McGongall cried out, from looked at her scroll. The students whispered to another.
"The Harry Potter?"
"That's what I heard…"
He saw himself, walk up to the stool, put the hat on and sit down on the stool. After only 30-45 seconds, the hat shouted out, "SYTHERIN!"
The Great Hall was dead quiet, as the boy-who-lived walked over to the Slytherin table. Who would have thought? The hero, Harry Potter, for crying out loud! Sorted into You-Know-Who's very own house! What an absurd idea! Was this some sort of sick and twisted joke?
The younger Harry sat down, next to Malfoy, who didn't look surprised at all that Harry Potter was put in Slytherin.
"I told you Potter. This is the greatest house."
"You better be right, Malfoy, you'd better be right."
At the staff table, Dumbledore and Snape were exchanging looks of, 'How-did-this-happen?'.
McGongall proceeded with the other students, who all got their same houses that they did in the other time.
The entire Gryffindor table was staring at the Slytherins; shock and disbelief on their faces.
"This is an outrage," yelled one of the Weasley twins.
"The Boy-Who-Lived can not be in the same house that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came from!" The other twin added.
Marcus Flint stood up from the Slytherin table, as if meeting the challenge the twins presented to him. "This proves that his is power---", he stopped, seeing that Snape was standing up, then he sat down.
"Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter has been sorted into Slytherin, my house, and he shall not be removed from it."
Malfoy nudged Harry, "You see! I told you Snape is the best!"
McGongall's face was expressionless, and Dumbledore's eyes didn't seem to twinkle as much.
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Draco dragged himself to his last class, Potions. At least it was in the dungeons and he didn't have to walk all across the school to put away his book bag, which was not, heavy, even with weightless charms on almost all of his books.
"Now, hurry up, all of you!" McGongall yelled down the corridor, as the Gryffindors ran down the corridor to get to class on time. The Slytherins were sitting down, all in their usual spots, except for Malfoy, who was sitting behind Snape's desk. His head rested in his arms, like he had fallen asleep.
"Now, class, the headmaster and I agree that it is especially important that you all, since the N.E.W.T.s are at the end of this year, and yes, Misters Weasley and Potter, Potions will be part of it."
Ron and Harry looked at one another and sighed.
"One year, just one year, I don't want to take Snape's damn end-of-year test," muttered Ron.
"I know what you mean by that," Harry added.
"Oh you two, Snape's tests aren't all that hard, really. All you have to do is study."
"Hermione! That's all that you ever do! Study, study, study," Ron said to Hermione.
McGongall, not pleased that her own house was ignoring her loudly cleared her throat and continued.
"Now, Professor Snape had made lesson planes in advance of what you all need to….Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy, wake up Mr. Malfoy!"
The Gryffindors were at the edge of their seats, would Malfoy actually lose points in Potions? The mere thought excited them to no end.
"Take points off of Slytherin," Ron muttered under his breath, hoping that McGongall hadn't heard him.
"Plus a dentition," Harry added.
Hermione shook her head, but probably wanted to see Malfoy lose some points in Potions, for once.
Draco did not move, and this really irritated McGongall to no end. "Mr. Malfoy~ Wake up, this instant!"
Draco, still in his sleep-like status, waved his wand, as if he was explaining something.
"I told you, Potter…..Snape is the best…..You know the legend about the Slytherin heir….You hear that? The mudblood committed suicide today. This means that we get a day off…."
Harry's eyes had grown to the size of Dobby's eyes, with shocked and confusion evident in them.
McGongall's patience ran out. "Draco Salazar Malfoy, I command that you wake up this instant!"
Ron nodded, "That only proves that he's an evil bastard. His entire family is Nutters, that's that I tell you, pure-blood Nutters."
Draco, however, did not wake, nor did he stir.
Hermione looked slightly worried. "You don't think that something is wrong do you?"
"Its Malfoy. Something is always wrong," Ron answered.
"Harry? What do you think? Harry? Is something wrong?"
Harry didn't respond, only to put his head on the table and to go to sleep.
"What is going on here! Harry James! Draco Salazar," McGongall yelled, trying to wake up both boys.
If only it was that easy…….
