Chapter 1, Gryffindor.
Harry Potter lay with his pale arm hanging off the corner of the bed. His face was buried deeply into his pillow and his hair was everywhere. He was slowly pulled out of his sleep by the loud screams made by the alarm clock. He turned over, opened his glossy eyes and stared at the screaming clock. He kicked it with his foot and it immediately shut off. Harry threw the blankets off of him and stood up in the middle of the room, hair bouncing out of control. He raised his hands above his head, yawned, and walked toward his closet. He flung open the doors revealing rows of the same thing, black capes, black shirts, and black pants. He randomly pulled out pairs and walked toward the mirror. He picked up his comb and shifted his hair about a bit, but didn't really make it look any better than the way it was. He sat down on his bed again and pulled on his large black boots. He stood up and walked down the hall of Hogwarts and didn't even bother to wave at the people passing by, he just stared straight ahead and kept on walking. Peeves was flying his way, he noticed, but didn't care. "Yikes" Peeves screamed as he got too close to Harry and noticed he wasn't going to get out of his way. Harry whipped around corners, up and down staircases and through the halls with his cape billowing behind him. He finally arrived at his first class and when he entered he only noticed 1 student. He sat down at his desk and placed his books down also. Very soon other students started entering. Finally the bell rang and Harry stood up.
"Hmm.." He said. "Not many people here today, not very many at all. It's you're second day here, you should know your way about by now, I always knew Gryffindor is the dumbest house of the 4." Suddenly the door burst open and 5 more students sat down in their seats. The corner of his mouth curved upward a bit. "Well, now if I may start class, my name is Harry Potter, and you shall call me Professor Potter if you know what's good for you. I went to this school when I was young and this class was not my favorite either, just as it won't be yours. As you can.." He stopped in mid sentence and noticed a blonde hair boy scribbling stuff on a piece of paper. He folded his arms and slowly hovered towards him. "Mr. Littleton, I see you don't need to pay attention to me." He said with a sneer. Chad Littleton quickly looked upward and stared into Harry's cold eyes. His face turned red, and he started to sweat. Harry slowly moved toward Chad's desk and picked up the piece of paper he was writing on. It was a piece of paper with a picture of him with knives through his head and body. He slowly lowered the paper to his chest and looked directly at Chad. He let go of the paper and it quickly went flying up toward the black board and stuck onto it. "You know Mr. Littleton," he said in a monotonous, cold voice. "First impressions do stick. From what I've seen of you, getting into this class late, and drawing entertaining pictures of me, I don't like you, Mr. Littleton. But, what you've seen of me so far, you love me, don't you? Well trust me, as the year goes on, you'll wish I was this nice the whole year." He bent over so he was directly at Chad's level and their faces were less than an inch away. Harry's cold eyes were staring directly into Chad's fearful eyes.
"You're a bastard!" He screamed and spit into Harry's face. Harry smiled with the sticky liquid on his face. Harry stood up and walked all the way around the class, and didn't take his eyes off Chad. He had a smirk on his face and his arms were crossed. He was moving so stealthily that the class could have sworn he was floating. He returned to Chad and went back down to his level.
"You've got a bit mouth, Mr. Littleton. A very big mouth indeed, and if you knew anything at all you would have shut your face a while ago. But because you are too immature to do anything, so I'll do it for you. He mumbled something, stood up and walked away. Chad tried to scream something but his mouth was sewn shut. His eyes went wide when he couldn't open his mouth. "Now, class, as you can see spells can be very useful when dealing with little buggers like Mr. Littleton here! I have put a curse on him to last 12 hours, and for 12 hours he won't be able to open his mouth." Harry bent down on his desk and scribbled something on a piece of paper. "Mr. Littleton point to your best friend." He said while writing. He looked up and saw everyone else shaking their heads toward Chad who was looking around the room. "Point to your best friend damn it!" Harry screamed and pounded his fist on his desk. Chad closed his eyes and pointed to the brown haired kid next to him. The kid gulped and started shaking. "Mr. Trottle, take this note to all of Chad's classes with him, it let's them know he can't talk. I can't trust Mr. Littleton with it because he's incapable of everything." He levitated the note toward Billy Trottle very quickly, and it landed on his desk. The bell rang and everyone quickly stood up.
"Thank god!" Billy said as he packed his things for his next class.
"SIT DOWN!" Harry shouted. Everyone quickly dropped back into his or her seats and the smiles quickly disappeared from their faces. "Mr. Trottle, I have very good ears, and I know what it said in my classroom. Now, tell me why you said 'thank god'". Billy started sweating and turned very red.
"I.I. was happy because I found out we're having pizza for lunch today." He said quickly.
"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY!" He roared. "NEVER LIE TO ME! Now, tell me why you said 'thank god'!"
"Because." He choked. "We have Professor Malfoy's class next." Harry looked at him, deeply.
"Interesting. Obviously to you, people who lack intelligence are role models. You're homework for me is to convince me why I shouldn't deduct another 200 points from Gryffindor. Because of your horrible attitudes I've already deducted 50. See you tomorrow morning!" Everyone jumped up and literally ran out the door. Harry, however, just sat back in the chair in his desk, whipped the spit from his face, and waited for his next class to enter-Slytherin, his favorite.
Author's Note: Okay, this probably makes no sense to you because you have no idea what's happening and what's going to happen or anything, but It'll make sense around the 4th chapter or so. I estimate this to be a very long story, and it will take quite a few turns. Hope you come back for chapter 2.
Harry Potter lay with his pale arm hanging off the corner of the bed. His face was buried deeply into his pillow and his hair was everywhere. He was slowly pulled out of his sleep by the loud screams made by the alarm clock. He turned over, opened his glossy eyes and stared at the screaming clock. He kicked it with his foot and it immediately shut off. Harry threw the blankets off of him and stood up in the middle of the room, hair bouncing out of control. He raised his hands above his head, yawned, and walked toward his closet. He flung open the doors revealing rows of the same thing, black capes, black shirts, and black pants. He randomly pulled out pairs and walked toward the mirror. He picked up his comb and shifted his hair about a bit, but didn't really make it look any better than the way it was. He sat down on his bed again and pulled on his large black boots. He stood up and walked down the hall of Hogwarts and didn't even bother to wave at the people passing by, he just stared straight ahead and kept on walking. Peeves was flying his way, he noticed, but didn't care. "Yikes" Peeves screamed as he got too close to Harry and noticed he wasn't going to get out of his way. Harry whipped around corners, up and down staircases and through the halls with his cape billowing behind him. He finally arrived at his first class and when he entered he only noticed 1 student. He sat down at his desk and placed his books down also. Very soon other students started entering. Finally the bell rang and Harry stood up.
"Hmm.." He said. "Not many people here today, not very many at all. It's you're second day here, you should know your way about by now, I always knew Gryffindor is the dumbest house of the 4." Suddenly the door burst open and 5 more students sat down in their seats. The corner of his mouth curved upward a bit. "Well, now if I may start class, my name is Harry Potter, and you shall call me Professor Potter if you know what's good for you. I went to this school when I was young and this class was not my favorite either, just as it won't be yours. As you can.." He stopped in mid sentence and noticed a blonde hair boy scribbling stuff on a piece of paper. He folded his arms and slowly hovered towards him. "Mr. Littleton, I see you don't need to pay attention to me." He said with a sneer. Chad Littleton quickly looked upward and stared into Harry's cold eyes. His face turned red, and he started to sweat. Harry slowly moved toward Chad's desk and picked up the piece of paper he was writing on. It was a piece of paper with a picture of him with knives through his head and body. He slowly lowered the paper to his chest and looked directly at Chad. He let go of the paper and it quickly went flying up toward the black board and stuck onto it. "You know Mr. Littleton," he said in a monotonous, cold voice. "First impressions do stick. From what I've seen of you, getting into this class late, and drawing entertaining pictures of me, I don't like you, Mr. Littleton. But, what you've seen of me so far, you love me, don't you? Well trust me, as the year goes on, you'll wish I was this nice the whole year." He bent over so he was directly at Chad's level and their faces were less than an inch away. Harry's cold eyes were staring directly into Chad's fearful eyes.
"You're a bastard!" He screamed and spit into Harry's face. Harry smiled with the sticky liquid on his face. Harry stood up and walked all the way around the class, and didn't take his eyes off Chad. He had a smirk on his face and his arms were crossed. He was moving so stealthily that the class could have sworn he was floating. He returned to Chad and went back down to his level.
"You've got a bit mouth, Mr. Littleton. A very big mouth indeed, and if you knew anything at all you would have shut your face a while ago. But because you are too immature to do anything, so I'll do it for you. He mumbled something, stood up and walked away. Chad tried to scream something but his mouth was sewn shut. His eyes went wide when he couldn't open his mouth. "Now, class, as you can see spells can be very useful when dealing with little buggers like Mr. Littleton here! I have put a curse on him to last 12 hours, and for 12 hours he won't be able to open his mouth." Harry bent down on his desk and scribbled something on a piece of paper. "Mr. Littleton point to your best friend." He said while writing. He looked up and saw everyone else shaking their heads toward Chad who was looking around the room. "Point to your best friend damn it!" Harry screamed and pounded his fist on his desk. Chad closed his eyes and pointed to the brown haired kid next to him. The kid gulped and started shaking. "Mr. Trottle, take this note to all of Chad's classes with him, it let's them know he can't talk. I can't trust Mr. Littleton with it because he's incapable of everything." He levitated the note toward Billy Trottle very quickly, and it landed on his desk. The bell rang and everyone quickly stood up.
"Thank god!" Billy said as he packed his things for his next class.
"SIT DOWN!" Harry shouted. Everyone quickly dropped back into his or her seats and the smiles quickly disappeared from their faces. "Mr. Trottle, I have very good ears, and I know what it said in my classroom. Now, tell me why you said 'thank god'". Billy started sweating and turned very red.
"I.I. was happy because I found out we're having pizza for lunch today." He said quickly.
"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY!" He roared. "NEVER LIE TO ME! Now, tell me why you said 'thank god'!"
"Because." He choked. "We have Professor Malfoy's class next." Harry looked at him, deeply.
"Interesting. Obviously to you, people who lack intelligence are role models. You're homework for me is to convince me why I shouldn't deduct another 200 points from Gryffindor. Because of your horrible attitudes I've already deducted 50. See you tomorrow morning!" Everyone jumped up and literally ran out the door. Harry, however, just sat back in the chair in his desk, whipped the spit from his face, and waited for his next class to enter-Slytherin, his favorite.
Author's Note: Okay, this probably makes no sense to you because you have no idea what's happening and what's going to happen or anything, but It'll make sense around the 4th chapter or so. I estimate this to be a very long story, and it will take quite a few turns. Hope you come back for chapter 2.
