Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters

Summary: This will begin at the end of first year. Harry may be a Gryffindor but he also has a Slytherin side. Would that Slytherin part of him just let him go right back to playing exploding snap and Quidditch after going through a life or death situation?

AN: I have been an avid fanfiction reader for about 5 years now but I've never actually had the guts to try writing one myself…until now. This is just a small prologue. The first chapters will probably be pretty short but I'm hoping that once I get the hang of it the chapters will get a bit longer.

This will at first be pretty close to canon. The changes will be small at first but will continue to build up until I have (hopefully:-) a decent fanfic that I can call my own! Harry will not become superpowerful or have any powers that haven't been seen in canon (this includes him being the heir of one of the founders or merlin)

English is not my native language so I apologise for any mistakes I'm going to make, spellchecker will only do so much. As for reviews as long as your polite I don't mind critical reviews since I'm still learning here. And now, on with the story…

Prologue: The hospital wing

Harry Potter couldn't sleep. He turned around for the sixth time in less then five minutes. Sighing, he gave up and kicked back the blankets. It wasn't as if the bed was uncomfortable, he doubted madam Pomfrey would allow a single bed in her infirmary to even have the slightest bump. No, the thruth was Harry couldn't stop thinking about recent events. Not two days ago he and his two best friends, Hermione and Ron, had gone down the trapdoor and confronted professor Quirell. Merlin, just the memory of it all was enough to make Harry shiver. When Quirell had taken of his turband and given Harry his first glimpse of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Voldemort. The dark lord himself. All he had been able to think at the sight was that this was him, this was the man …no monster who had taken his parents from him and had tried to kill him. Never before in his life had Harry felt such anger, such hatred for another being. The force of the emotion had scared him but at that moment the fear had been drowned out by anger. Now that the adrenaline and rush of the moment had passed, that fear had reared it's ugly little head again.

"Oh, get a grip Potter, you're still alive aren't you?", he asked himself aloud.

"Yeah for now."

"What do you mean for now? We made it through! The stone is destroyed and Voldemort is gone."

"Oh for the love of… will you use that gray lump that you call a brain for a moment! What did professor Dumbledore say?"

"Euhm.. that there were other ways in which he could return."

"Bravo! Your not completely hopeless yet. And what do you think he's going to do when he finally regains his body, hhmmm?"

Harry was silent for a moment. Arguing with yourself was one thing, but losing said argument? Now that was just sad. His mind however wouldn't let him rest until he at least aknowledged the truth. Your average Gryffindor might have been able to just dismiss the whole thing, but the sorting hat hadn't nearly placed him in Slytherin for nothing. Beneath his Gryffindor bravery and boldness (or as professor Snape would say foolishness) there was quite the devious little mind. Harry let out a loud sigh.

"Fine, let's go over this one step at a time. Dark Lord assembles a group of followers and begins his reign of terror, Dark Lord goes to kill a small family, he kills the adults, turns on the baby and… fails to kill him. The result, he's reduced to a ghostlike state. Ten years later Dark Lord using the body of the DADA professor is about to get his grubby little hands on the sorcerer stone. Said stone will not only restore his body but will also make him immortal. At the last moment that same boy stumbles in, somehow not only gets hold of the stone but he also destroys your host body.

Now here's a question for you: what would you do, if you were the dark lord, when you finally regained a body?"

"Errh, get revenge on that boy?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the potter has landed!"

Silently cursing his own traitorous mind, Harry closed his eyes and finally gave in to sleep. A single thought still burned brightly in his mind.

"I'm in sooo much trouble!"