A/N: Is this early for an update or what?! I love my new computer - and I get the feeling you lot might too!

Disclaimer: If anyone claims that I own Harry Potter, then they are seriously mistaken. I just own the computer I'm typing this up on, which doesn't even have the internet because my parents know me too well.

Chapter 5

"We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly. Please leave your luggage on the train as it will be collected separately."

That voice ran through the train, really cheerfully. Do you have any idea how annoying cheerful voices are most of the time, especially when they interrupt you when your thinking or reading or whatever? I can tell you their very annoying, especially when you happen to be thinking about some deep stuff. Or just shallow stuff like girls like I had started to by the end of the journey, which, fortunately, no one had disturbed me on, possibly because they were scared of what  I might do to them if they did. Or maybe they just thought giving me the silent treatment would get to me. Either way I was happy.

When we finally stopped I opened the door to my compartment and stepped out, only to be immediately pushed back inside by some passing kid, who I instantly recognised as the younger Creevey. Well, I suppose that's one good thing about all of it. The Creevey's seemed to hate me, so they wouldn't want anymore autographed photos. That thought almost immediately lifted my mood from extremely pissed at Creevey for his rudeness to ecstatic. Maybe being the Dark Lord's son would have a few more perks than I thought it would.

After a couple more people past I finally managed to get out of the compartment then out of the carriage, only to be faced with about a thousand death glares, which I returned with a simple sneer and a smirk. They soon went packing, terrified of something - I wonder what that could be, hmm?

Chuckling and shaking my head I made my way over to the thestrals drawn carriages, listening to Hagrid calling "Firs' Year, firs' years over 'ere!" and got in one quite near the end of the long line, giving the thestrals a pat and gaining a few strange looks coupled with more glares. Again I sneered in response and got in to find it was, fortunately, empty. I sat back and closed my eyes and settled back for the journey.

Unsurprisingly we didn't set off for a couple of minutes, though what was surprising was the fact that I heard someone entered the carriage and sit down next to me.

I opened one eye and peered at them, instantly recognising the person as Luna Lovegood. Who else could have that same vacant look about them all the time?

Luna stared off into the distance for a few moments, and the thestrals set off. Finally she blinked and turned to me, a smile on her face.

"I just want you to know," she said, her vacant look growing, as if reminiscing something. "That I don't believe any of the rubbish that they have printed about you in the Prophet recently."

I raised an eyebrow in question, though she obviously didn't see it as she was staring straight out of the window.

"And why, pray tell," Damn, that's one of my father's expressions! "Do you not believe any of it?"

She smiled absently, and, even though she had helped me out in the past back in fifth year when I had fallen for one of my father traps, I truly understood why she was called Loony Lovegood by everyone at the school.

"Because," her smile grew as she tipped her head to one side, still staring out. "The Prophet has discredited you in the past, why should they stop now?"

I shook my head in disbelief  at her logic. Yep, she's definitely insane. Who in their right mind would risk alienation by the entire student population over one little (okay, maybe not so little) thing? Well, besides me, of course.

In order to pass time - and to hopefully avoid anymore conversation I leaned out of the window and looked up at the castle gates. We were approaching quickly, and pretty soon I knew I would be facing the Spanish Inquisition from Dumbass- I mean Dumbledore and possibly McGonagall, probably to try and get me to change houses to Slytherin, not wanting such a dark influence around their precious little Gryffindors. As if I would switch houses, or even get resorted! By staying in Gryffindor it was probably the best way to piss my father off - besides getting sorted into Hufflepuff, that is.

Sure enough, as soon as I stepped out of the carriage I was faced with an even sterner faced McGonagall than usual. She almost looked like she had been told by Trelawney that Gryffindor was going to beat Slytherin in the house cup by over 200 hundred points.

"Potter! The Headmaster needs to see you!"

I rolled my eyes, but followed her silently up to Dumbledore's office (the password was 'sugar-coated, sugar-flavoured anti-fluoride for those nerds out there that are wondering). She briskly knocked, before turning and walking away, obviously getting down to the sorting as quickly as she could.

"Come in Harry," Dumbledore said. Well, to give the old guy some credit, at least he didn't pretend like he didn't know it was me..

The inside of the office was the same as ever - filled with trinkets and portraits of prior Headmasters and mistresses who had long since retired. I nodded to about the only one I knew (Phineas Nigellus) before walking over to Dumbledore's desk and sat down in one of the two chairs in front of it, waiting for him to start.

"Harry," he said, peering at me over the top of his glasses, his blue eyes lacking that customary annoying twinkle. "I'd like to know if what they have printed in the Daily Prophet is, for once, true."

Okay, here comes to acting. Talk about annoying.

"Professor, if anyone should know, it should be you," I said, hate rising to my voice. I cut him off before he could say anything else. "You knew all along whom my parents were, yet you kept me believing they were the Potters so not to spoil your own name with the murder of my mother!"

Okay, I was mad. The last time I had been that mad I kinda wrecked his office without meaning to.

Dumbledore's eyes hardened there and then, and he began glaring at me, someone I had never seen the old man do before. It was quite a shock really.

"So you know," he said, coldness and hate that had never been there before filling his voice. You can see now why I think of him as a manipulative old bastard, can't you? I nodded anyway. "Make no mistake, boy, that I will be watching every move you make from now on, so if you do anything on your father's orders I will know, and maybe I can finally get rid of you and rid this school from the heirs of Slytherin for good."

We stayed there, glaring for a few minutes, non-stop before I got up to leave. I had had enough of him for one day, for a life time, even.

Down in the Great Hall the sorting was already over, thankfully, and I sat down at the one empty space at the Gryffindor table, only to find myself face with more glares. Gee, this would be an interesting year if I only had Loony Lovegood for company!

The feast was pretty much bog-standard for a Hogwarts feast, and Dumbledore gave his usual start-of-turn speech (forbidden forest is called that for a reason, new Defence teacher, no magic in the corridors, yada yada yada) and he introduced the new Potions Professor due to an untimely death of Snape (which my father wouldn't let me watch! Damn him!). Nothing really interesting. Then he sent us off to bed.

The Gryffindor tower was the same as ever. Gold and blood red everywhere. I want to know why Godric Gryffindor had an obsession with blood red. Was he a vampire or something? Whatever.

"Potter," I heard Hermione snarl out from behind me. "I see you had to gaul to show your face in here. Why don't you go down to the dungeons where the rest of the snakes live?"

I whirled round, and glared at her, wondering how the hell I could have considered her a friend at any point. This would just go to show that I was wrong to.

There were a quite a few people chorusing their agreements with the mudblood, all obviously wanting to get rid of me.

"Why shouldn't I show myself here?" I growled at her. "I've been as much a part of this house for the past six years as any of you. Just because the world now knows who my parents are doesn't change the person I am!"

They just carried on glaring at me, and I walked away, ignoring everything, just trying to get up to my dorm. I knew I had to ward all of my stuff against them if I wanted to keep it in any usable condition at all.

A/N: I LOVE MY NEW COMPUTER! ::hugs computer:: This is the what, third, forth time I've updated it since I got it earlier this week! Isn't that cool?! Okay, maybe not cool, but whatever!

NtoKo: Thanks!

NatalieJ: Thanks for the idea about Luna! I just had to use it!

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HecateDeMort: I am not turning Hermione dark! I couldn't do that, no matter what!

Belletrixie: I know he lied. Wormtail is part of the proof of that. And I only killed Draco off because if could be quite possible that if I hadn't people may have started asking for romance between the two and I have too much trouble with het, never mind slash.

Krissy Riddle: Of course he's gonna have a tough time at school! If it were gonna be fun then I'd get bored! And I wouldn't be able to write as many comments on Harry's part.

The Vampire Story Hunter: ::growls:: If you're just going to insult my work then I suggest you stp reading. I hate it when people start insulting my work.

Demented Chook: Well do you honestly think that after hating one another for so long it'd be possible for them to have a loving, caring father-son relationship? Because I don't.