Authors Note: This is AU, but the first few chapters will be the same as the book. This is the first chapter and it starts the moment Harry enters Madam Malkin's Robe shop. At first there will be very few changes, but as the story progresses more will be different until it is nothing like the original. I hope.
At first I will try to keep the characters like the originals, but eventually they will grow in a different direction then the originals. There shouldn't be any major pairings or romance until the 3rd or 4th book, possibly not until the 5th. Although they won't do much until they are older. Yes, I do hope to write the entire series, and if I should fail, I will make certain to let it be known in the summary and the last chapter. I hate it when an author says they will update in a week, and decides not to continue with the story, and so a couple months after they say they will update I have to go looking on their livejournal to see what happened… no, I never get obsessed with a fanfic. Nor do I ever add an authors screnn name to my buddy list to see when they get back from vacation… Right…
Furthermore, small amounts of inspirations have been taken from a few Slytherin!Harry fics I have read, but hopefully not enough to be noticed. Especially as I did not start reading any until after the first few chapters had been written. Please enjoy reading this and review if you wish!
PS: I do not own HP, JK Rowling, or the UK. All I own is myself. Wait, no. I'm not 18 yet so I don't even own that. Damn.
Chapter 1: Robes and Classmates
"Hogwarts dear? Here, I'll fit you as my assistant fits young Master Malfoy." The old witch told Harry as she had him stand on a small stool that was near another boy.
The pale faced boy said "I am Draco Malfoy, Who are you?" as Harry pulled on a long black robe.
"Me? Oh, I'm Harry Potter." Harry told the blonde boy as the witch's assistant started to pin up his robe.
"No! You can't be! Can you?"
"Of course he must be, I saw his scar as he walked in. Didn't I, Hon?" Madam Malkin declared.
"Well, show it to us then, unless you aren't really Potter?" Draco sneered.
In response Harry glared, lifted his bangs, and tilted his head so as to be looking down at Malfoy. "Proof enough for you?"
"Wow, the famous Harry Potter. So you are starting this year? Do you know what house you will be in? Maybe we will be in the same House. I hope to be placed in Slytherin of course." The strange boy was talking a mile a minute. Wait, what is he talking about?
"House?"
"You know, your House. Are you telling me you don't know anything about the four Houses?"
"I live with my Aunt and Uncle. They both hate magic."
"They are muggles? You live with muggles? That's awful! It's a complete outrage! How can you stand it?" Harry couldn't help but grin as Draco raged.
"I never knew any different. They raised me, so everything seemed perfectly ordinary to me."
Draco looked quite confused by this answer, so he charged bravely forth, showing off his superior knowledge. "New Hogwarts students are sorted into four Houses. They are Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff. Father said we are sorted into our Houses according to our personalities and talents. Bookworms go to Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff is full of dunderheads, Gryffindor is for the reckless, and Slytherins are powerful and ambitious."
Draco smirked as Harry thought this over for a moment. Harry grinned as he said, "I like the sound of Slytherin."
"Well you are both finished. I'll send the rest of your robes to the school." Madam Malkin told the chatting boys as the young assistant gathered up the pins and things.
"Well, there is Hagrid, bye Malfoy."
"My Father is waiting for me. And please, call me Draco. Good-bye Harry. I hope to see you on the train!" Draco called after Harry as Hagrid led him down the street while giving him a large ice-cream cone.
"'Ello Harry. Who was that yeh was talkin' to?" Hagrid asked as Harry started to eat his ice cream.
"That was a classmate, Draco Malfoy. He was telling me about Hogwarts. I haven't even started school yet and I already have a friend!"
"Did he now? Tha' was rather nice o' him." Hagrid said with an odd look on his face. Harry, too busy eating his ice cream, didn't even notice the look Hagrid sent at the street Draco had gone down.
Author's Note 2.0: Comments are always welcome. Since I don't have a creative writing class I don't get much of a chance to get my writing critiqued. So please critique me! Whether on my grammar, spelling, subject, execution, etc. Also, if you plan on flaming me, please leave your email. It is very rude to start a conversation and leave no opportunity for me to respond. Thank you for reading!
