If Things Were Different: The Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter Eight: What's a Soder?
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 Once again I would like to apologize for the long delay. Two of my good friends recently were involved in a car crash and one of them passed away, needless to say, I didn't feel up to writing much. However, I'm back with a new chapter to water your thirst... hope you like it. Thanks to:
Melissa- Another update. probably just as short and hopefully just as sweet.
Devonny Rose - Haha... your Weasley-table-dancing-comment did come out a little wrong didn't it. Here's the next chapter, its not too exciting... but just wait for the next chapter, that's when the Americanized, Slytherin Harry really kicks in. Mwhahaha!
Byproduct of Evil - Here's the next chapter, sorry about the wait.
Mystical Witch - Hope this chapter is long enought to temporarily hold you.
SlytherinDamian - I was hoping Fred and George would be a little funny.... and no, they won't be like Ron, God forbid I make anyone else as unfair as Ron. You must of missed Crabbe and Goyle in the sorting, they show up a little more in this chapter. I know i made a lot of Slytherins and that too will be lightly explained in this ch. As for the Harry / Audrey, obviously not right now due to their age, but it is quite a possibility in the future. Hope this ch. answers some of your questions.... sorry to say it is once again a slow chapter.
PheonixMan - Glad to see someone picked up on the Bloody Baron comment. However, can't tell u too much about it right now, it might not even be significant until the sequal comes around.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, except a bit of the plot and/or new characters. Also, I may use some descriptions/quotes from the book. Don't sue.
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Draco Maloy surprised himself on September 2nd by waking up quite early, shortly after sunrise. He decided to blame his early rise on the nervous knot, set deep in his stomach. After several minutes he shrugged off the silky green and silver blanket which he was wrapped up in and slowly sat up on his bed, absent-mindedly running his fingers through his unusually messy, white-blonde hair.
As he moved to stand up he heard something. Scribbiling. Thats strange. He thought to himself. Surly he was the only one of his roommates to be up so unnatually early. Slowly and cautiously (like any smart Slytherin) Draco stood up and pulled back the curtains around his four-poster bed.
He was quite surprised to see Harry's black, blue streaked, messy haired head bent over his small black book, scribbiling furiously... pausing...scratching something out... then going back to scribbiling something else down.
I wonder what he's writing. Draco thought to himself. Surly it wasn't a journal? No. What's the point of scratchting out things you write in a journal? The ever reasoning Draco thought. Then an idea struck him.
Slowly he made his way over to where Harry was sitting, making next to no sound as he walked. Ever so slowly he began leaning over Harry's shoulder.
Slowly.
Slowly.
He had just another inch to lean and he would be able to read what Harry was writing.
Suddenly, with a loud SNAP, the small book was closed and Harry was twisting around, grabbing Draco by his forearms and pinning him roughly against the floor.
"The next time you want to see what I'm doing, you should make a little less noise." Harry whisperd in Draco's ear, in a more warining tone of voice than threatening. Then Harry stood up and tossed the book into one of his trunk's compartments, then proceeded to grab a key out his jean pocket and lock his trunk.
"Sorry... I was just, well, curious." Malfoy apologized as he walked over to his trunk. Harry shrugged, taking off the plain white shirt he had been wearing and replacing it with a tight-fitting black shirt with the words "Led Zeppelin" printed on it in bold, white letters.
Malfoy opened up his trunk and grabbed a change of clothes and a pair of robes. He then turned to Harry and asked, "Do you want to shower first, or can I?"
"You can go ahead, dude. I already took a shower earlier." Harry shrugged, tossing his blue and black hair which Malfoy realized was still a little wet.
"Alright."
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A few hours later Harry, Draco (once again attempting to avoid the girl named Pansy), Blaise and Audrey made their way (after several wrong turns and a moving staircase or two) into the Great Hall for breakfest, where Harry found out just how much of a celeberty he was...
"There he is."
"Where?"
"By the blondie."
"Oh, next to the pale, black haired girl."
"Yeah, he's the boy with black and blue hair."
"Did you see his scar, its wicked!"
"Can't beleive he's a Slytherin."
"Reckon he's You-Know-Who's heir?"
"Wouldn't put it past him, he's a Slytherin, afterall."
Whispers such as these followed Harry constantly. It soon came to a point that he wanted to curse anyone who looked at him. He couldn't of course... not because he wasn't allowed to, but because he hadn't had time to practice any of the jinxes he had read up on yet.
He ended up just throwing death glares at anyone whom he saw looking at him. Draco and Blaise soon grasped the concept and began glaring at anyone they saw looking at Harry. Audrey, however, found Harry's prediciment quite amusing and didn't pretend to hide her amusment.
Soon breakfest was almost over and the first year Slytherin's received their time tables. They had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaws first. This cheered Harry up a little as he realized that he would be having a class with Terry. Even if they were in different houses, he still wanted to remain freinds.
The first year Slytherin students left the great hall in search of the Defense classroom. Draco and Harry led the way, followed by The Dimmwits (The nickname Harry quickly gave to Crabbe and Goyle) who agreed with everything that Draco said.(he was complaining that Hogwarts didn't teach Dark Arts). Kevin Moon and Cliff Nott were walking next to The Dimmwits, whispering to eachother and cracking the occasional smirk. Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and a blonde girl who Harry couldn't place a name on were huddled together giggiling, glancing every now and then at Harry or Draco. Finally, Audrey and Blaise brought up the back of the large group.
Judging from the sorting Harry reckoned that the Slytherin first year group was a bit larger than normal this year. He asked Malfoy what he thought as they came to the DADA room.
"Yeah, well, every year ususally has a dominating house. I think it has something to do with what wizard sign the year was born under, you know, kinda like the Chinese calender. I think the sign we were born in was the Year of the Serpent. I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure, and that would explain why our year has the most Slytherins, obvioulsy."
Harry thought about this as he made his way into the DADA room (which contained a strong smell of garlic) and took a seat between Terry and Draco. He decided Draco's theory made since, afterall, he reckoned stuff like birth signs and whatnot had a little more pull in the magical world.
He had just gotten his penci- err - quill and parchement out when a side door to the room opened up and a small man with a purple turpin, whom Harry recognized as Professor Quirrell, nervously made his way into the classroom.
As he began calling roll Harry once again was flooded in a great feeling of dislike for the young professor. Harry was caught by surprise, however, when Quirrell called Harry's name and their eyes met for a split second. Harry's scar instantly burst out in excrutiating pain. It was gone almost as soon as it came, but Harry was positive he hadn't imagined it.
The rest of the class went without incident as a stuttering Quirrell gave a speech on what they would be covering over the course of the year. Harry thought that there was definatley something fishy about Quirrell but he didn't bother going to his friends with the matter.
As it turned out DADA seemed to be the only class that could be viewed as a joke. Proffesor McGonagall's Transfiguration class turned out to be quite difficult, of course it didn't help that she was the strictest teacher in school.
In their first Transfiguration lesson McGonagall gave them several pages of complicated notes on theory before handing out a match which she requested be made into a needle. No student in their class was able to make much difference to their matches, however, Draco's became a little pointy and Harry managed to make his gain a slight silverish tint.
History of Magic, taught by Professor Binns, a ghost, was easily the most boring class Harry had ever sat through. It wasn't long before Harry, Draco, and Blaise opted against jotting down notes on Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball. Instead the three Slytherins took up jotting down rude comments about Ron Weasley or dirty jokes (usually having something to do with witches on broomsticks) on a piece of parchment which they passed back and forth, all right under Binns nose.
Harry took a liking to Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher. Harry found Binns to be quite funny (he toppled off his pile of books the first time he reached Harry's name on the roll call), not to mention he was easily sidetracked to telling the class random stories about his old school days.
Then there was Herbology, taught by the earthy Professor Sprout, for which the Slytherins headed down to the greenhouses three times a week to learn uses for a wide variety of magical plants and sink they're hands deep into the dirt as they learned to care for said plants.
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Finally Friday rolled around and Harry and his friends made their way into the Great Hall. They had finally discoverd the quickest route from their common room to the Great Hall and were celebrating with some butterbeers that Draco's mother had sent him.
"I'll have to let you guys try some soda one of these days." Harry said, taking a swig of his butterbeer as he took a look at his schedual to see what classes they had today.
"Mmm. I had one of those once. Quite good if you ask me." Blaise mutterd in his cold voice
"What's a soder?" Draco asked, confused, as he took a large bite of the pancakes he had piled up on his plate.
"Soda, not soder. They're a type of muggle drink, got some in my trunk as a matter of a fact." Harry said, remembering how he had stocked up on all kinds of muggle junk food while he had been back in the U.S. He rememberd how the checkout lady at the Wal-Mart had looked at him like he was crazy when he had bought ten cases of soft drinks along with several frozen pizzas and more chocalate bars than an army could eat.
"I might try one." Malfoy was quite skeptical of anything muggle. When Harry had first hung up some posters of some of his favorite bands back in the dorm he accidently found Draco prodding them with his wand one morning, wondering why they weren't moving. "Anyway, we best get on down to Potions."
"Alright, that's cool. Just let me finish this up." And with on last swig Harry finished up his butterbeer and grabbed his book bag and they started off towards the dungeons.
I had originally planned to put the potions class and first flying lesson in this chapter, but it didn't work out that way. Sorry. Nonetheless, please R/R. Thanks.