CHAPTER 8 School

There were old portraits with old headmasters and headmistresses hanging around the room snoozing in their sleep. If they weren't sleeping they were just looking at Harry with curious looks, or just whispered excitedly with one another. There was one picture that had Harry holding the armchair's handle. It was a picture of Salazar Slytherin. He was smiling at Harry, but that smile made Harry sweat! It reminded him of his father's smile, his terrible smile at that. Harry looked away wishing that he never came to this school, or never had a father like the one he has in his life, but hopefully not wanting to meet him again - ever!

Then he thought again about the houses he was supposed to be in or more in fact to be sorted to one by Gryffindor's hat. He hoped he wasn't a Slytherin, but doubted because he knew he was Slytherin's heir. Harry hated it. His life! Harry raised his head to tell the pictures to stop looking at him, but stopped when his gaze met Slytherin's. His eyes, Slytherin's eyes, were just like his! Harry wanted now more than ever to faint where he was but couldn't because there was a sound, a beautiful song that almost brought Harry to sleep peacefully.

There right beside Dumbledore's desk was the most beautiful bird Harry had seen so far: a phoenix! It was staring at Harry as though feeling its pain inside. Harry smiled at it and walked towards it. He wasn't afraid of the bird and began to pat its head gently feeling its warmth beneath his fingers. What Harry didn't know was that Voldemort was seeing Harry in his crystal ball.

Voldemort saw Harry in his study room with his blazing red eyes matching the phoenix's feathers only Voldemort's had coldness and hatred in them, while the red bird had a warm temperature and love. He hated Dumbledore now more than ever, since he took his son and by means his only son away from him. He wanted his son back because if he started to fight for the light side, than Harry might be his downfall.

Voldemort saw when Dumbledore came in and Harry asked him what year was he to begin in his typical soft voice and Dumbledore said seventh and Harry smiled. He knew that smile. It meant that Harry knew it and he proofed himself correct. Dumbledore gave him a searching look, which Harry had an uncomfortable look on his face (That dumb look! Voldemort thought angrily. Might be getting more information out of him. Knowing him he might be hiding Harry from the ministry or the ministry will kill him!).

"M-master!" came in a stuttering voice.

"WHAT!" Voldemort yelled angrily.

"I-I was t-thinking. " Wormtail said shakily.

"And," Voldemort said impatiently.

"I-I was thinking t-that I could disguise myself - you know into a-a-a r-r- rat and guide H-harry through the y-year. I-if you want I could bring h-him back and give him to y-you." Voldemort looked as though he was told he won the lottery. He thought looking into Wormtail.

"You know what I ask! To bring him back and if there is one rumor about your name in it then I will deal with you - no Harry will when he's back." Voldemort laughed. "GO NOW! It will probably take till Halloween to get there if you go. Hurry then!"

Harry woke up again, but only to find the sun shining brightly through the curtains. He was told that whatever house (Dumbledore and about everyone else suspected Slytherin) he was in, he will sleep in there. Dumbledore also changed his name and about everything else (his parentage, and his birth date, {he didn't want to change his eyes since he everyone loved them thinking it was Lily's, but Dumbledore knew who it was by looking at Slytherin's portrait, but Harry didn't say a word and just got the information by reading his mind.})

Harry had his trunk in the Great Hall, but Dumbledore told Snape to put it in one of the old carriages to make it look as though Harry arrived in the train. Harry was waiting for the first years to arrive in a small room, where ghosts were talking excitingly talking about how they were going to banish the poltergeist of the school Peeves. Harry really didn't like Peeves because he kept on making remarks about how small and stupid Harry was until when Harry had about enough and pulled out his wand to hex him with jelly slugs in front of Snape, who was surprised and pleased and then scowled at Harry for his wrong actions.

Finally there was the sound of the door being opened and the noise of about a hundred people walking and a few walking in his direction. When the door came know one took notice of Harry because he was small. He didn't mind, but just kept hearing the conversation said by a group of kids.

"Did you hear, Rosa, about Harry Riddle," said a girl with blonde hair, "being kidnapped by Dumbledore. Funny really how Dumbledore got You-Know- Who's kid, who is suppose to be killed maybe. I think he's eleven since Dumbledore wanted him to be in Hogwarts."

"Yeah I think so! He might have been killed," said another voice.

"Probably rotting in the dungeons!" said a the girl with the blonde hair. Harry had to control his temper and his wandless power before he cursed the girl.

"I wonder how Dumbledore does things - I mean Harry was never seen and Dumbledore knew how he looked like. Very curious I am."

"I heard Sirius is teaching this year."

"Yeah I read it in the news. He looks pretty cute too!"

Harry had to gulp his laugh when he heard this.

"I also heard that a new transferred person is suppose to be coming in the train and is in the seventh year!"

"I hope he's cute!" said another girl dreamily who was quiet until now. She had long raven black hair with gray eyes. Harry blushed thinking that they were expecting a man to be sorted not a little kid with more power than they will ever have.

Harry looked away thinking until finally Professor McGonagall gave her usual speech about being sorted into different houses and to accept them. Harry snorted and so did a few others when she said that. He can't accept anything if he was in Slytherin, but thought again thinking this is a much better place than the place he was before. Harry personally would rather have a duel against Voldemort than be sorted into Slytherin.

They walked until finally they entered the Great Hall with a sea of black hats and hundreds of faces. No one seemed to notice him. That was good, he thought. He really did want to make friends with other kids, but what would happen if they didn't want to be his friend? He noted that he never wants to know or he will kill every person that will deny him being his friend.

While everyone was sorted except for Harry, who was last and waiting patiently for his turn because the whole school had to be sorted into their rightfully house. "Joe, Artemus." Dumbledore stood up and said, "Artemus Joe is six years old and has been studying magic for three years in Guacamole Academy, but has been studying advance and I mean very advance magic. He will be in his seventh year in which ever house he will be sorted into." Harry who knew they changed his name to Artemus got up and went towards to the hat. Everyone thought there was horrible mistake because of how young the kid was and what year he was to be.

Harry or more likely Artemus sat on the three-legged stool and before he had the hat on his head he saw every student gaping, whispering, and staring at him. Well. well.. Well! It's Harry Riddle not Artemus Joe! Hmmm. ooh! I see talent and yes a thirst to prove yourself. OH yes you'll be in Slytherin don't worry boy. No I don't want to be in that house! Why? Why don't you? It won't hurt Harry it won't. You could be great you know. It's all here in your head and Slytherin will no doubt help your way on to greatness. No doubt about that and besides your were destine to it. I don't want to. I'm sorry to say Harry, but you heard what Dumbledore said about sorting people. He already sorted every person in this school to their houses - their true houses. Enough you will need to be sorted now. SLYTHERIN!"

Harry was frozen where he sat and there was a clap from the Slytherin. Nobody else clapped but just stared at the cute little boy with the brightest green eyes they have ever saw. Harry finally found his legs and walked shamily to their table. The Slytherins tried to get a better look at him. Harry was so cute that some of the girls couldn't resist and went to him. "What's your name, cutey?" The girls asked him many questions and some pinched his cheek, which almost made him curse them. Harry didn't say anything, but began to eat. Other houses looked questionably at him because how could someone look so adorable and look so innocent be sorted into that miserable house? Well, like I always say, "Never judge a book by its cover."

Harry went to his common room by one of the Slytherin prefects. Everything was almost green and when he went to the seventh grade dorm room they snorted at him and then talked about their family while Harry said nothing, but just slept. Some of them were death eaters, but did not know who he was. Marco, Jean, Frodo, Louis and himself were the seventh years Slytherin while the seventh grade girls were Melissa, Myrtle, Angelica, and Samantha.

By next morning, everyone - every girl- went to look at Harry and some even carried him! Harry got a little aggravated and talked for the first time, "Could everyone please leave me alone! I'm trying to get to class." They backed away shocked that he spoken. Harry thought they probably expected to talk baby language. He laughed and everyone went away. His first class was Potions with the Gryffindors. He followed Louis and the seventh year Slytherin gang. Harry did not want to be part of it, but just wanted to be in his Potion class. He knew how to brew many potions and knew more than a million by heart. Finally they were in the dungeons.

Harry took a place in the back of the dungeon, or class, to wait for the professor to teach. Bang! Someone entered the room with a hard push to the door to make it bang against the stoned-wall so hard. Harry thought there was an overgrown bat walking, until that overgrown bat turned out to be Professor Severus Snape. Harry was surprised that they were doing a Truth Potion, but that was just for a mind refreshment of what the seventh graders learned last year.

Harry noticed that Snape disliked the Gryffindors, though he wouldn't blame him because they were brewing their potion the wrong way and to his surprise so were the Slytherins. The only person and surprisingly was doing their potion correct was he. Professor Snape was muttering to each individual on how they were doing. Snape seemed deeply disappointed with the Slytherins that he almost forgot about him until he finally pointed this out.

"Professor," Harry yelled. Everyone turned to him looking at the small boy that didn't belong there. Harry stood on his stool for the professor to see him with a raised hand.

"What Mr. Joe," Snape said with his hooked nose pointing in the air.

"You forgot to check my Truth Potion, sir," Harry said nervously knowing that he was the only one that had done it right. Snape growled and everyone kept his or her eyes on Harry predicting that the boy must have also gotten it wrong. Snape moved and took out Harry's vile. He looked towards Harry's potion and nodded with a small and I mean very small smile like he was going to laugh and he did. Everyone was shocked. Snape was laughing so hard, but Harry didn't know why, so he asked, "Sir why are you laughing?"

Everyone was shocked at both Harry and the Professor. The professor stopped laughing and looked at everyone, "This six year old, tiny, little, Slytherin boy got his potion correct, while you all seventeen year old got it wrong. How ironic! Thirty points to Slytherin for getting it right and 20 points from Gryffindor for no one got it right." He laughed again, while everyone was jealous at Harry except for the Slytherins who were whooping at Harry. "C-c-class d-dismiss," he was still laughing his head off, while everyone just left for his or her next class Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall was a strict woman who taught Transfiguration more than a decade.

They were going to turn themselves into a cat today.

"Class on a count to three say 'Morwas Gatto' Gatto stands for cat in Latin and Morwas means to change in wand language. One - two - three!"

"Morwas Gatto!" Harry immediately changed into cat without feeling anything. He looked at everyone who looked at him with wide and impressed eyes. "Excellent Mr. Joe! 5 points to Slytherin!" Harry was really getting bored with the lessons especially divination, which tuned out to be the biggest joke.

Professor Trelawney was a lady that wore lots of bracelets and jewels all over that she resembled an overgrown bug. Maybe she's an animagi bug, Harry thought. Today they were looking into crystal balls, his favorite topic, but not taught in this school.

"There is one student in this room that does not possess the real eye, aren't I'm right Mr. Joe it that's a real name," Professor Trelawney said dramatically and almost everyone sniggered except for Harry who snorted loudly. He was probably the only one that actually does possess the real inner eye.

"Professor," Harry said loudly in his cute voice, "I think it is you that possess the wrong eye and I possess the correct one"- everyone roared with laughter high five with one another

"Mr. Rid- Joe," she was about to say Harry's real name, but some people were to busy laughing to hear, while those that stopped looked curious at the "Rid" that was mention.

"I know how to see and I can show you," Harry said loudly. Professor Trelawney knew who Harry really was, but had a secret grudge against his father who had once cursed her in their school time.

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