Author: KingLeechi
Date: 11-27-05
Story: Keep your enemies closer
Summary: Harry is resorted into Slytherin when he joins Voldermort. Many things happen along the way. Including a rare pregnancy.
A/N: Enjoy!
"Let me speak to him…face-to-face…." said a high, cold voice.
"Master, you are not strong enough!" Quirrell said.
"I have strength enough… for this…." Harry watched in fear as Quirrell started to remove his turban. Slowly a face started to appear, taking a horrible form. Finally the last of the turban was removed and the voice spoke.
"Harry Potter… see what I have become? Mere shadow and vapor….I have form only when I can share another's body…but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds…Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks…you saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest…and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own. Now…why don't you give me that stone in your pocket?" Harry stumbled backwards looking for a way to escape. Voldemort laughed coldly.
"You can not escape me. Join me now Harry and learn things you will never learn without me by your side. We can rule the world together! You can see your parents again Harry. Just give me the stone." Harry stopped. The face looked so sincere. Maybe it would do him well if he gave the man the stone. He touched his pocket and put his hand inside.
"Yes Harry, that's it. Give me the stone." Harry held the stone in his hand and walked forward. He handed the stone to the man.
"Thank you, Harry. Here is what we shall do..."
-2 days later-
Harry woke up from the coma like state Voldemort had put him in and saw that the Headmaster was sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Harry, I'm glad to see you have awaken. How are you feeling?" Harry blinked a few times remembering what he was supposed to say.
"I am fine sir...but something is troubling me..." Harry tried his best to make it sound convincing.
"What is it Harry?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"Well, sir. I would like to be resorted." Harry watched as Dumbledore's face went from shocked to questioning.
"Mr. Potter, what brought this sudden change upon you?" Harry remembered Voldemort mentioning something about a mind reading thing Dumbledore might try to do...the name was fuzzy but he remembered how to clear his mind. As he did so Dumbledore's face looked puzzled.
"Well sir, I feel that Gryffindor may not be the right house for me..." Dumbledore seemed to be looking for something to stop Harry from making this decision.
"Well, Harry I'm afraid that this is not possible." Dumbledore finally said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"But sir in 'Hogwarts: A History' it says through the years many students have been resorted for many reasons. I do not see why it is not possible for me to ask for a resorting when others have done the very same." Harry said with an air of defiance in his tone.
"Very well Harry. We shall arrange for a priv-" Dumbledore was interrupted by Harry.
"Actually sir, I would prefer to be resorted tomorrow during dinner." Harry said.
"It shall be arranged." Dumbledore stood and stalked from the room shutting the doors loudly behind him. Harry slept peacefully that night knowing he had done the right thing.
-The Following Evening-
The chatter in the Great Hall was silenced as Albus Dumbledore rose to his feet. "Ladies and Gentlemen, recently I was asked by a student to be resorted. As there are no rules against this would Harry James Potter please come to the front. Whispers immediately broke out around the Hall as Harry stood and walked to the front. He took the Sorting Hat that was sitting in front of a flabbergasted McGonagall and placed it on his head.
"Ah, Potter, to what pleasure do I owe the visit?" asked the Sorting Hat jokingly.
"Resort me. Slytherin preferably." Harry said huffly.
"Ah, I see you found Gryffindor not to your liking. As so I thought you might. But a word of caution to you my dear boy, do be careful of those of who you thought to be friends.
One word rang throughout the Great Hall.
SLYTHERIN!
Harry smirked and took off the Hat. Before going to his new table he looked around the Hall. Many students mouths seemed to have fallen open, yet many were now in intense discussions with their friends. With a look at the Gryffindor table he saw a very angry Ronald Weasley glaring at him. If looks had been able to kill he would have been dead, sliced, cremated, and buried. Hermione seemed to have fainted and the others were just staring at him. He walked to the Slytherin and sat next to a boy with a sour looking face. The boy nodded curtly at him. Harry returned the nod. He glaced down the table and saw that many were giving him a once over. Malfoy however was not looking at Harry but rather into him. He felt a small buzz in his ear and a voice spoke. So it is true. You really have switched sides. Harry listened with a strange puzzlement. W-Who is this? He thought. Who else? The voice answered. Harry looked down the table once more, and saw Malfoy smirk and lift his eyebrow at him. How are you talking to me? Harry asked confusedly. It is extremely complicated. I shall tell you some other time. But for now, on behalf of all of us, Welcome to Slytherin. We were of course informed that you were planning to be resorted by our parents whom were told by our Lord. By the way, what have you planned for the summer? Harry frowned slightly at this last question. The old bastard Dumbledore said that I must go back to the Dursley's for the summer. Something about protection from Voldemort. Little does he know. Harry thought back with a chuckle. He heard Draco snort in his head. Dumbledore is completly clueless that you have joined the darkside. As for the first part, something will be arranged so that you will not have to stay at that muggle infested house. My father can't wait to meet you. He says he has something he must tell you. As for what it is, he wouldn't say. Anyway, if you find that all the girls, and some guys, are trying to get in your pants, just ignore them. And, I would prefer if you called me Draco from now on. Now what shall we do about Weasley, he doesn't look very happy. Harry glanced over at the Gryffindor table and saw that Ron was glaring at him. In my opinion, he can just bugger off. He thought back.
-1 week later-
As Harry and his fellow Slytherins boarded the train for the departure home, Draco handed him a note and told him not to read it until he was alone. The small group of Slytherins that were gathered in the carriage talked on and off about the year, and what their plans were for the summer. As Harry began to answer what he was planning to do, Draco mouthed the word No. Harry abruptly coughed and said that his throat was killing him. Nice cover. Thought Draco sarcastically. Well, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that it was you who had to come up with a quick cover up. He immediately shut his mind off to Draco so as to irratate him. He had found Draco to be a nice friend, and they got along great. After a few moments in silence the door flew open. Ron stood in the doorway and threw an angry glare at Harry.
"Watch yourself Potter." he said maliciouisly and walked off.
The rest of the train ride was peaceful, save for a few fights up and down the hallways. When the Hogwart's Express finally slowed to a stop and they had gathered their belongings, Draco reminded Harry of the letter that he held in the pocket of his muggle jeans. Safely back home and upstairs in his dingy bedroom, he opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
Hope you enjoy your summer. Father and I plan to come and fetch you in a month. If the muggles resist they will be delt with properly. Also, make sure that owl of yours gets plenty of exercise, as she is still growing. Write back soon. Take Care.
Sincerly yours,
Draco
A/N: Do hope you enjoyed, please take the time to review. If you leave a review I will try to respond. I am currently writing without a Beta, if you notice a grammar mistake, please leave in your review and I will correct A.S.A.P. Also I hope to have a new chapter out every other day but no promises. Have a wonderful day!