The Slytherin Life

Chapter Two: The Mistake

The next few days passed by without much to do except clean. His parents didn't go out, and Harry and Lily were hardly on speaking terms. Harry spent most of his time locked in his room when he wasn't doing chores. He'd blare his music, and work out on the bench, and sometimes talk to Blaise, Tracy, and Sirius. Sommer was with him an awful lot. She'd sit in the room and watch cartoons while Harry worked out. She spent almost all her time with her brother.

Harry didn't mind. When he spoke with his parents it was always, a one word answer. Harry didn't have the time for their little insults or anything else they threw at him.

There was a tap at his door, as he was under the weight bench. He groaned, as he moved it. "What?" he called, impatiently. He had his music on but it was low because Sommer was in the room playing. She didn't even LOOK up at the door.

The door opened and James entered. Harry sighed, and put the weight up and sat up, breathing heavily. "Huh?" asked Harry taking off his gloves, and flexing his hand.

"Dinner is ready." said James, as he looked over at Sommer who was giggling at the TV.

"All right. Let me change and I'll be out."

James collected a protesting Sommer, and walked out without another word.

After changing Harry slid down the steps and into his usual spot. Harry noticed there were carrots on Sommers plate instead of peas. He hid the smirk rather well as he helped himself to the food items.

Sommer was talking happily about her barbies, she had named Cindy and Alex. Harry almost groaned as he heard her talking about it.

Harry agreed with her and even picked up one of the dolls from the table. "Na... you're prettier." he teased, as she giggled mercilessly.

"I know!" she squealed. Harry handed it to her, and passed the dessert up.

"Harry!" said James, speaking.

Harry glanced over, "What?" he asked, chewing the steak.

"I've decided that you and I, need some time alone."

Harry's eyebrows quirked up. "Oh?"

James nodded, "Yeah. Just you and I! So tomorrow, We're going out. Maybe stop by a restraunt pick up some dinner. What not."

Harry shrugged, "OK." he said simply as he finished off his steak.

It was the next day and Harry was dressed, the usual black jeans, and a dark blue hoody. He walked out with his father without saying a word.

Harry's mother had taught his father how to drive properly, without a wand. James was actually fond of the muggle transportation, and used it quite often.

"What's going on with you Harry?" after ten minutes of driving around.

Harry was staring out the window slouched against the seat. He turned to his father, "Absolutely nothing." he said simply.

James sighed, "Why do you insist on giving your mother and I a hard time?"

Harry sighed, "You don't get it do you?" asked Harry looking at his father. "I thought you were a marauder. You don't get it at all."

"What don't I get? Tell me?" said James.

Harry shook his head, "What's the point? You're just going to start ranting again! Going on about this and that, and blah blah blah." mumbled Harry. "You never listen. Neither does mum, ESPECIALLY her." he enunciated.

They stopped at a red light, and James looked over, "Well, I'm gonna listen. Tell me."

Harry's eyes flickered over to his father, "You two are the most biast parents I have ever known." he said for starters.

James glared at Harry, but Harry cut him off, "You said you'd listen."

James did say that, and shut up.

"Ever since I got into Slytherin, you've all acted pissy with me! Hell you wanted me to be resorted! You tried to keep me from my friends, you blame everything on me and you do nothing but yell at me and look at me as if I belong in Azkaban or something..."

"Slytherin Harry has a long line of..."

"Yeah yeah yeah!" shouted Harry grumbling, "Evil wizards have come from Slytherin, I think you've told me this a billion times." Harry snapped.

"But, its true!" he told Harry, who sighed to himself. "You really are a fool. You and mother both."

James scowled, "You are really sailing on high water, Harry James."

Harry shrugged, "See! The way you act." He waved his hand. "I can't even talk to you, without you acting like an arsehole about it." he turned the other way.

The traffic was bad, and James groaned as he hit the steering wheel, "Dammit!"

It was ten minutes later, and they had barely moved. They were stuck in the SUV together not saying anything at all.

Harry stared out the window at the still cars next to them. Traffic sure was bad. He thought to himself.

"Harry, your mother and I, don't want you to go down the wrong path. We're both worried..."

"Worried? About what?" asked Harry. "I'm not going to go evil. For merlins sake! I don't know how many times we've gone over this, but its enough to drive any man bloody hell insane."

"Harry..."

"It's not the house that makes you evil. It's the way you are treated." Harry said, firmly.

"And ever since, I've gotten into Slytherin, all I've gotten from you and mother is a bunch of bull shit." Harry said steaming. "You treat me as if I'm about to be sentenced for murder."

James stared down at the steering wheel, he was obviously trying to hold his anger in.

Harry wasn't done yet. He was pissed, and now that they were stuck together, he was going to rant.

"You treat me like crap. You treat me as if you hate me, as if I do something wrong by just breathing..." this was it. It's coming out now. "You and mother treat me so bad..." Harry said steaming. "I'm just a kid! A kid who wants to have fun! But you don't let me... you and mum try to control and MANIPULATE MY LIFE LIKE ITS YOURS!" he tooked a deep breath. "You don't give me any credit! I beat out EVERY one of the students in the last four years in EVERY subject! You hear me! EVERY! But do I get a thanks for that? Do I get a 'good job Harry keep it up!'? No! I get yelled at, and punished for small little pranks that I do that are harmless compared to what you've done in school. I don't go looking for fights! I only fight when someone attacks me! SELF defense! Just like the bastard Creevey! I'd hate to be in a room by myself with him! He'd try to freakin' rape me!" Harry said in disgust, "But no no one believes me, so I have to take it into my own hands and then I get suspended for defending myself! A thousand galleons would go out if Ronald Weasley had done that to a Slytherin he'd only get a detention!" he shook his head, and glared at his father who was looking the other way hand over his mouth.

"You never give me any credit. Never once have I heard good job son... or I'm proud of you for bringing in the Quidditch Cup..." now Harry's voice had hurt in it.

"I get it." stated James calmly.

Harry snorted, "I doubt it." the emerald eyed teen growled, "I highly doubt you or mum would understand what it was like to be me! Walk in my footsteps for a week at school and then tell me you get it!"

"I can't stand having people fawn over me!" Harry said disgusted. "It's stupid and ridiculous. Do you think I like walking around with this damn scar on my forehead? No! Then there are people who hate me! Who think I'm going to grow up to be the next dark lord!" Harry's voice had serious absurdety in it.

"Well you are a Slytherin!" shot James.

"And you and mum are nothing but over grown hippocritical babies who wouldn't understand me if it hit them in the..." But Harry never got a chance to finish, the back of James' hand came face to face with Harry cheek knocking him into the window causing a loud SHATTER... blood and glass sprayed all over Harry, who was knocked unconscious as James' eyes widen in horror, at what he had done... there were shouts from the muggles, and shocks ringing out all over the still traffic.

Harry's head leaning against the broken window glass in his black hair and blood dripping down.

"What have I done." He whispered frantically...