If Things Were Different: The Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter Five: The Train Ride
Summary: What if Harry left the Dursley's behind? What if he grew up far from Privet Drive? What if he wasn't a Gryffindor? What if he had different friends? What if he wasn't the golden boy that they wanted him to be? AU first year. NOT slash. R/R
A/N Here's a short little chapter to temporarily satisify you. R/R Thanks to: Devonny Rose: Wow. I can't believe it's one of your favorites. Here's the next chapter, hope you like it. Byproduct of Evil: Yeah, Harry and Draco are gonna be friends. You'll have to wait tow see what house Harry's in though.
meinien: Glad you find it intresting, here's the update.
For everyone else, shame on you! You didn't review! lol. R/R
Disclaimer: I'm not rich. I would be if I owned the HP universe (or, for that matter, anything else you might recognize)
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Harry observed Malfoy's hand for a second, before reaching out and grabbing it. Just at this moment the door burst open and their stood a red-headed boy, no doubt Gred and Forge's younger brother. When he saw Harry and Draco shaking hands his eyes widend with disbelief and let out a shout.
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"NO! Harry Potter! You can't! He's evil!...You can be my friend, I'm Ron Weasley, better than any Malfoy." The red head spat out in desperation as he witnessed the two shaking hands.
Harry glanced wearily at the intruder, raised one eyebrow, and asked, "He's evil? What makes you draw such conclusions?"
"He...he's...well. He comes from a family of Slytherins! And they're all evil!"
Harry smirked and, one eyebrow still raised, questioned, "And what makes you think that I, the great Boy-Who-Lived, won't be in Slytherin? The sorting, afterall, has yet to take place... Though, no doubt, I'm sure a nice seat is reserved for you..." here Hary paused, looking the boy up and down for a long moment, before continuing, "...at the Hufflepuff table."
This comment recieved roars of laughter from the other members of the compartment. Harry however, was keeping one eye on the red head, whose face was rapidly changing from pink, to red, to purple, to white in fury.
"TRAITOR!" Ron screamed, and, with one stupid decison, dived at Harry. Harry simply stepped aside and Ron went tumbling to the ground, much to Harry's amusement. Ron quickly jumped back to his feet and began throwing wild punches in Harry's general direction.
Harry quickly got fed up with Ron's antics and, in one swift movement, grabbed a knife from his sleave, grabbed Ron, and pinned him to the wall with his free hand. He placed the knife up against the boy's stomach and stared deep into the the red haired boys eyes, as if searching for something.
In a dangerously soft, cold voice Harry leaned up next to Ron's ear, so that only he could hear what Harry had to say.
"You know Ron, noone really knows how I survived Voldemort, do they? Who knows, maybe there just can't be two Dark Lords at the same time? Maybe it was my turn" He then put the knife away and shoved him towards the door, saying louder, so that everyone could hear, "Just a little something to think about, eh?"
Once Ron had left Harry sank down into his seat and ran a hand through his hair. Malfoy was smirking, nearly smiling, as if his birthday and Christmas had both just came eleven months early.
"That was bloody wicked." Terry proclaimed. "I never really did like that one, a bit too rash for my likings."
The Two Twits mumbled something resembling words of agreement, although it may have just been their stomachs growling. Harry looked up at them in annoyance. Malfoy seemed to notice this, for he quickly ordered them to go sit with a girl named Pansy. They obediantly obeyed.
"I've never seen a Weasle so freaked out." Malfoy thought aloud, expressing his glee.
Blaise, who had been relativley quiet up to this point asked, in a rather distant voice, "Yeah, what'd you say to 'em."
"Nothing really. Just a bunch of bullshit." Harry mumbled, gazing out the window. He obviously didn't want to talk about it. There was a long uncomfortable silence as everyone looked at Harry, who continued to gaze out the window.
The silence was broken by Terry calling out, in an unnaturally cheery voice, "So, let's talk Quidditch!"
Harry, never having seen a match before, quickly got bored with the Quidditch discussion. The raven haired wizard hero soon got up and rummaged through his trunk and after several moments withdrew a small black book and a muggle ink pen. He sat gazing out the window, occassionally jotting something down, half the time only to go back and scratch out what he had wrote.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy also began to tire of the discussion, and raised his cold, gray eyes to observe "The-Boy-Who-Lived." In all honesty he was not at all as Draco had imagined him. Going by the history books and rare comment from his father, Malfoy had expected Harry to be some tall, brave, and noble Gryffindor whose ego was bigger than all of Britian.
Instead a dark, mysterious, street-wise young man sat in front of him. A boy who was forced by Magcial and Muggle world alike to live the life of a man, fending for himself for nearly half his life. A boy that would stop at nothing to get where he was going and take no crap along the way. Yeah, Malfoy was pretty sure that The-Boy-Who-Lived was a one hundred percent pure Slytherin, from head to toe and finger tip to finger tip.
Yeah, Malfoy laughed to himself, looks like the wizarding world might not get the golden-boy hero they thought they had.
Harry suddenly got a look of intense frustration on his face as he scratched something out in his black book.
"What's that your righting?" Draco asked, curisously.
"Nothing." Draco shrugged. Before long there was a clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled lady soon slid the compartment door back. "Anything off the cart dears?"
The four boys in the compartment gatherd around the small cart, picking and chooseing differnt types of odd treats. Harry, who was quite unexperienced with magical candy, helped himself to a little of everything.
Harry quickly made his way to the choclate frogs.
"What are these?" He asked the memebers of the compartment in general as he struggled to open it up.
"Choclate frogs. Not real of course, but they have one or two jumps, so be careful." Terry informed, but it was too late. Harry had managed to open up the choclate frog package and, somewhat to his surprise the little frog took a giant leap out of the box and straight onto the window. With one more jump it was flying out the train.
"Damn."
"Rotten luck, really. What card did you get anyways...I'm missing Dorthelemu." Terry, the most talkative of the group said as he took a large bite off a Licorice Wand.
Harry picked up a card left in the chocalte frog box and skimmed over it. "Dumbledore...greatest wizard...modern time...defeated Grindelwald...discovery of twelve uses of dragon's blood...work on alcemy...with Nicolas Flamel...blah blah blah."
"Brilliant but mad. Common combination. Look at the muggle's Einstien." Blaise muttered, flipping through his potions book while nibbling on the edges of a Cauldron Cake.
"Bloody muggles, never liked them." Malfoy muttered, ripping open a package of of Every Flavor Beans.
"They're not that bad. I've lived with 'em most of my life." Harry said, looking up at Draco.
"Didn't say they're bad. Said I didn't like 'em. Ugh. Spinach." He replied, nibbling on an green Every Flavor Bean.
"My mum likes spinach, tried to grow it in the garden this year. Didn't go well... That's why I like Wands, always know what they're gonna taste like." Terry muttered, taking a nibble on his Licorice Wand and warily eyeing Draco package of Bertie Bott's.
"Our garden didn't go well this year. Bloody gnomes got to it." Blaise said, face still hidden behind his potions book.
"Speaking of blood, are their really vampires?" Harry asked, curiously.
"Course they're are. Big ol' group of them on the loose in Paris right now." Draco said, carefully examining a brown bean.
"My brother visited Paris over the summer. I'd watch out for that one Draco, it might be crap." Terry warned, looking up at the brown bean Draco was examining.
And so it was that the four spent much of the train ride to Hogwarts, discussing several topics a minute. In fact, the only times they were interrupted from their pointless, random discussion was when a bushy haired, buck-toothed girl came around in search of a boy's toad, and when a voice came over the train, informing them they would reach Hogwarts in ten minutes.
The four had just finished when the train came to a screaching halt at Hogsmeade station. They quickly joined the large throng of students making a rush off the train onto the platform. They weren't on the platform for long when the heard a loud voice beckoning them over.
"Fir' years! Firs' years over here!"
A/N and there's chapter 5. originally this was only going to be about half of it, but I wanted to get it up tonight since I'll be busy for the next few days and wouldn't be able to finish the second half until around Sunday (which is when the next update will probably be, maybe Saturday) Anyways, please R/R
Chapter Five: The Train Ride
Summary: What if Harry left the Dursley's behind? What if he grew up far from Privet Drive? What if he wasn't a Gryffindor? What if he had different friends? What if he wasn't the golden boy that they wanted him to be? AU first year. NOT slash. R/R
A/N Here's a short little chapter to temporarily satisify you. R/R Thanks to: Devonny Rose: Wow. I can't believe it's one of your favorites. Here's the next chapter, hope you like it. Byproduct of Evil: Yeah, Harry and Draco are gonna be friends. You'll have to wait tow see what house Harry's in though.
meinien: Glad you find it intresting, here's the update.
For everyone else, shame on you! You didn't review! lol. R/R
Disclaimer: I'm not rich. I would be if I owned the HP universe (or, for that matter, anything else you might recognize)
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Harry observed Malfoy's hand for a second, before reaching out and grabbing it. Just at this moment the door burst open and their stood a red-headed boy, no doubt Gred and Forge's younger brother. When he saw Harry and Draco shaking hands his eyes widend with disbelief and let out a shout.
***
"NO! Harry Potter! You can't! He's evil!...You can be my friend, I'm Ron Weasley, better than any Malfoy." The red head spat out in desperation as he witnessed the two shaking hands.
Harry glanced wearily at the intruder, raised one eyebrow, and asked, "He's evil? What makes you draw such conclusions?"
"He...he's...well. He comes from a family of Slytherins! And they're all evil!"
Harry smirked and, one eyebrow still raised, questioned, "And what makes you think that I, the great Boy-Who-Lived, won't be in Slytherin? The sorting, afterall, has yet to take place... Though, no doubt, I'm sure a nice seat is reserved for you..." here Hary paused, looking the boy up and down for a long moment, before continuing, "...at the Hufflepuff table."
This comment recieved roars of laughter from the other members of the compartment. Harry however, was keeping one eye on the red head, whose face was rapidly changing from pink, to red, to purple, to white in fury.
"TRAITOR!" Ron screamed, and, with one stupid decison, dived at Harry. Harry simply stepped aside and Ron went tumbling to the ground, much to Harry's amusement. Ron quickly jumped back to his feet and began throwing wild punches in Harry's general direction.
Harry quickly got fed up with Ron's antics and, in one swift movement, grabbed a knife from his sleave, grabbed Ron, and pinned him to the wall with his free hand. He placed the knife up against the boy's stomach and stared deep into the the red haired boys eyes, as if searching for something.
In a dangerously soft, cold voice Harry leaned up next to Ron's ear, so that only he could hear what Harry had to say.
"You know Ron, noone really knows how I survived Voldemort, do they? Who knows, maybe there just can't be two Dark Lords at the same time? Maybe it was my turn" He then put the knife away and shoved him towards the door, saying louder, so that everyone could hear, "Just a little something to think about, eh?"
Once Ron had left Harry sank down into his seat and ran a hand through his hair. Malfoy was smirking, nearly smiling, as if his birthday and Christmas had both just came eleven months early.
"That was bloody wicked." Terry proclaimed. "I never really did like that one, a bit too rash for my likings."
The Two Twits mumbled something resembling words of agreement, although it may have just been their stomachs growling. Harry looked up at them in annoyance. Malfoy seemed to notice this, for he quickly ordered them to go sit with a girl named Pansy. They obediantly obeyed.
"I've never seen a Weasle so freaked out." Malfoy thought aloud, expressing his glee.
Blaise, who had been relativley quiet up to this point asked, in a rather distant voice, "Yeah, what'd you say to 'em."
"Nothing really. Just a bunch of bullshit." Harry mumbled, gazing out the window. He obviously didn't want to talk about it. There was a long uncomfortable silence as everyone looked at Harry, who continued to gaze out the window.
The silence was broken by Terry calling out, in an unnaturally cheery voice, "So, let's talk Quidditch!"
Harry, never having seen a match before, quickly got bored with the Quidditch discussion. The raven haired wizard hero soon got up and rummaged through his trunk and after several moments withdrew a small black book and a muggle ink pen. He sat gazing out the window, occassionally jotting something down, half the time only to go back and scratch out what he had wrote.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy also began to tire of the discussion, and raised his cold, gray eyes to observe "The-Boy-Who-Lived." In all honesty he was not at all as Draco had imagined him. Going by the history books and rare comment from his father, Malfoy had expected Harry to be some tall, brave, and noble Gryffindor whose ego was bigger than all of Britian.
Instead a dark, mysterious, street-wise young man sat in front of him. A boy who was forced by Magcial and Muggle world alike to live the life of a man, fending for himself for nearly half his life. A boy that would stop at nothing to get where he was going and take no crap along the way. Yeah, Malfoy was pretty sure that The-Boy-Who-Lived was a one hundred percent pure Slytherin, from head to toe and finger tip to finger tip.
Yeah, Malfoy laughed to himself, looks like the wizarding world might not get the golden-boy hero they thought they had.
Harry suddenly got a look of intense frustration on his face as he scratched something out in his black book.
"What's that your righting?" Draco asked, curisously.
"Nothing." Draco shrugged. Before long there was a clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled lady soon slid the compartment door back. "Anything off the cart dears?"
The four boys in the compartment gatherd around the small cart, picking and chooseing differnt types of odd treats. Harry, who was quite unexperienced with magical candy, helped himself to a little of everything.
Harry quickly made his way to the choclate frogs.
"What are these?" He asked the memebers of the compartment in general as he struggled to open it up.
"Choclate frogs. Not real of course, but they have one or two jumps, so be careful." Terry informed, but it was too late. Harry had managed to open up the choclate frog package and, somewhat to his surprise the little frog took a giant leap out of the box and straight onto the window. With one more jump it was flying out the train.
"Damn."
"Rotten luck, really. What card did you get anyways...I'm missing Dorthelemu." Terry, the most talkative of the group said as he took a large bite off a Licorice Wand.
Harry picked up a card left in the chocalte frog box and skimmed over it. "Dumbledore...greatest wizard...modern time...defeated Grindelwald...discovery of twelve uses of dragon's blood...work on alcemy...with Nicolas Flamel...blah blah blah."
"Brilliant but mad. Common combination. Look at the muggle's Einstien." Blaise muttered, flipping through his potions book while nibbling on the edges of a Cauldron Cake.
"Bloody muggles, never liked them." Malfoy muttered, ripping open a package of of Every Flavor Beans.
"They're not that bad. I've lived with 'em most of my life." Harry said, looking up at Draco.
"Didn't say they're bad. Said I didn't like 'em. Ugh. Spinach." He replied, nibbling on an green Every Flavor Bean.
"My mum likes spinach, tried to grow it in the garden this year. Didn't go well... That's why I like Wands, always know what they're gonna taste like." Terry muttered, taking a nibble on his Licorice Wand and warily eyeing Draco package of Bertie Bott's.
"Our garden didn't go well this year. Bloody gnomes got to it." Blaise said, face still hidden behind his potions book.
"Speaking of blood, are their really vampires?" Harry asked, curiously.
"Course they're are. Big ol' group of them on the loose in Paris right now." Draco said, carefully examining a brown bean.
"My brother visited Paris over the summer. I'd watch out for that one Draco, it might be crap." Terry warned, looking up at the brown bean Draco was examining.
And so it was that the four spent much of the train ride to Hogwarts, discussing several topics a minute. In fact, the only times they were interrupted from their pointless, random discussion was when a bushy haired, buck-toothed girl came around in search of a boy's toad, and when a voice came over the train, informing them they would reach Hogwarts in ten minutes.
The four had just finished when the train came to a screaching halt at Hogsmeade station. They quickly joined the large throng of students making a rush off the train onto the platform. They weren't on the platform for long when the heard a loud voice beckoning them over.
"Fir' years! Firs' years over here!"
A/N and there's chapter 5. originally this was only going to be about half of it, but I wanted to get it up tonight since I'll be busy for the next few days and wouldn't be able to finish the second half until around Sunday (which is when the next update will probably be, maybe Saturday) Anyways, please R/R