If Things Were Different: The Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter Ten: A Little Rough
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/NWow, I haven't updated in forever. Im sorry. Thanks to:
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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.
"Bloody, friggin stupid, sadistic, bloody bastards!"
Draco Malfoy raised one sophisticated eyebrow as, sweating and cursing, Harry Potter crashed down next to him on one of the sofas in the Slytherin common room.
"Having some trouble there mate?" The blonde asked, amused, as the dark haired Slytherin began nursing a bruised elbow.
"Bloody damn Flint!" Harry exclamied, wiping the sweat off of his brow. "You should have seen the tryouts! Formality my ass!"
"So you didn't make the team?" Blaise asked, appearing out of some shadowy corner in the common room.
"Oh no, I made it all right, but Flint made sure I didn't have too much fun. It all started out good and well..."
Three Hours Earlier
Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived-and-Ran-Away, and self proclamied Prince of Slytherin, was ready for some Quidditch. And he had a right to be. Just the day before he had seen to it that his only competetion for the position of Seeker was hospitalized, and thus disqualified. Now all that was left was to attend tryouts, and Flint had already assured him that they would be nothing more than a fomality.
Presently Harry was walking out of the changing rooms, clad only in a black t-shirt, with the words 'Led Zeppelin' printed on it, and a pair blue jeans. He didn't have any quidditch robes yet. In fact he didn't have any quidditch gear yet.
Nevertheless, the proud Harry Potter made his way out on to the pitch, where he discovered Marcus Flint and the rest of the team waiting for him.
Marcus was standing tall, his shoulders pushed back and his arms crossed over his chest, clad in black and green quidditch robes. He had a sadistic smirk across his face as Harry walked up to him.
"Potter."
"Flint." Harry responded staring up at the older and larger Captain. In fact, Harry noticed with a slight twinge of nervousness, everyone on the team was quite a bit larger than him, and at least three years older. However, Harry was not one to be intimidated. Instead he demanded, "How about some Quidditch gear?"
"Ah, yes. Pucey, give the kid a broom." A stocky, brown haried Slytherin stepped out from behind Flint and produced broomstick.
The broom was no work of art. It was missing quite a few twiggs, and the ones which weren't missing were bent this way and that. As Harry grabbed the broom from the older student he noticed that even the handle was a slightly crooked and curved to the left.
"What about some gauntlets?" Harry asked, eyeing the dragonhide gloves which Flint and the rest of the team were wearing. Draco had infromed him the importance of having gauntlets while playing quidditch, as they protected your hands from stray bludgers, or the sharp wings of the Snitch.
The Captain smirked, "Sorry, we have none to spare." Harry gave Marcus the evil eye and kicked off from the ground.
"Then lets play!" The dark haried first year called down, as he rose higher into the air.
As Harry was flying a couple warm up laps around the pitch, Flint turned towards his teamates and smirked. "Lets go give the firstie some hell!"
The following hour and a half was one of the most exhausting of The Boy Who Lived's young life.
Although the Slytherin beaters were no Weasley Twins, they still knew how to hit a bludger at a person. Harry quickly discovered this as he fell into a constant array of dives, pull-ups, spirals, and loops as he attempted to dodge the two bludgers, and even a couple well aimed swings from the Beaters' bats. At the same time the Chasers, who didn't have to worry about scoring, took to shooting themselves at Harry like some sort of muggle rocket. Even the Slytherin Keeper joined in, as he found it amusing to tosss the Quaffle at Harry with all his might.
In short, the Quidditch team had some good ol' fashioned fun at Harry's expense. His left arm was struck twice by a bludger (and once by a bat), and he also discoverd that a quaffle in the back of the head is no fun experience. He managed to dodge the Chasers, but all the while he was also searching for the Snitch.
Finally, just when Harry thought he could take no more (he was tempted to pull out his wand and shoot a few well aimed hexes), he saw the small golden cylindor, floating about lazily by the goalposts.
With one last burst of effort he shot off towards the snitch and within moments had it grasped in his palm. He flinched as the sharp wings dug into his flesh, but he wouldn't let go of the golden globe as, fist raised in the air to show his prise, he lowered himself to the ground.
When he hit the ground he sat down on the pitch and hung his head down in exahustion. Before long the rest of the team flew down grinning and stood around him.
"Welcome to the team, firstie." Marcus smirked as he took the Snitch from Harry. When he saw Harry's cut up hands he rose one nostril in disgust and went on. "Maybe we can get you some equipment."
"Sounds a little rough." Audrey laughed, plopping down in an armchair as Harry finished his tale.
"Stupid bloody bastard. I hope he gets butt raped by Gryffindors tonight. I hate Flint!" Harry exclamied, still nusring his bruised arm.
"So what do you wanna do? Prank him?"
"Are you crazy? Just because Flint's an asshole dosen't mean I want to be kicked off the team."
"He dosen't have to know it was you." Draco added.
"I'm not gonna do it."
"Wussy."
"Whatever."
"Well lets do something this evening, I can't just sit around all day." Draco complained.
"I know. We could go see that Hagrid oaf, and he could tell you about your folks." Blaise suggested.
"I don't know..."
"Yeah, c'mon Harry. Let's go." Draco took interest, he had always wanted to know more about the Potter's history. Afterall, they were supposed to be his family's rival.
"Alright, it's better than nothing." Harry gave in, standing up and stretching his aching muscles.
"Well, I can't go. I'm not done with my homework." Aurdrey said, gathering together her books while the three boys made their way towards the door.
Within a few minutes they were out on the grounds and making their way down towards the half-giant's tiny hut. When they reached the building Harry reached up and knocked on the wooden door.
A barking dog was heard in the inside, along with some shuffling. After a moment the door swung open and there stood Hagrid, a dog leash wrapped tightly in his hand. At the end of the leash a slobering and excited blood hound bounced around in anticipation. Harry quickly decided that the despite the dog's looks, it was quite harmless, a bit like it's master.
"Oi! 'Arry, didn't expect you. I see you brought some friends."
"Yeah, this is Draco and Blaise. Care if we come in."
"Oh, sorry 'bout that. C'mon in. Make yerselves at home." Hargrid said, stepping out of their way, as the three filed in. "So I suppose you'd be Lucious' son." Hagrid turned to Malfoy, eyeing him with distaste. Draco nodded.
"You shouldn't judge people by their parents Hagrid."
Hagrid looked down shamefully. "Too ture, too true. Me mum's...well... too true." He paused, obviously stopping himself from insulting his own mother. "Does anyone want a bit of tea?" He asked, ending the awkward silence and changing the subject.
The three boys nodded, so Hagrid turned to his stove and put on a tea pot. "So Harry, how's school treating you so far. Heard you made the team, eh?"
"It's pretty neat. Never knew the there would be so much to magic though. Flying is about the only thing which comes natural to me."
"Of course it does. That was the only thing that came natural to James too. Well, I suppose pranks and girls came pretty natural to him too." Hagrid chuckled.
"Really?" Harry asked, eager to hear more about his father.
"Yeah, James was a wild one, he was. Every women's man an' every man's idol. That's what they said about. him." Hagrid poored the tea and handed it to the three Slytherins.
"What about his mum, then." Blaise asked.
"Well, Lily... She was a fiery red head. Had quite a temper, she did. And the way I remember it, she was the only one James couldn't charm. 'Course that all changed when they became Head Boy and Girl..." Hagrid stared off into space, getting lost in his thoughts. "Two of the finest people I ever did know, Lily an' James."
"What's this." Draco asked, picking up a copy of 'The Daily Prophet.' "I didn't know someone broke into Gringotts." He scammed through the article. "Well, it looks like they weren't able to get anything, but it's a bit freaky. Don't ya think so Harry." Draco said tossing Harry the article.
"Look, it happened on my birthday! That's the day I went. It says the vault had just been emptied that day." Harry thought back to the day he had gone to Diagon Alley with Snape. Snape had, in fact, emptied a highly secret vault... and if that three headed dog was in fact guarding the package, then what would stop dark wizards from inflitrating Hogwarts to get it?
"Do you think it might of happened while you were there?" Blaise asked, pondering.
"You lot need to stop troubling yourself with this nonsense." Hagrid spoke firmly, but it was obvious he knew something they didn't. "Why don't you run along to the castle and get some work done."
AN sorry for the long day. sadly, I have a life which includes school, work, and other troublesome things which keep me away from my fics. I hope yo liked this chapter, despite its shortness.. the next chapter will be Halloween, and maybe some Quidditch. wahoo, fun! please RR. thanks.