*words* is parselmouth. Just so ya know.
Stolen Innocence
First Year
"Go to your common rooms! First years follow your prefects!" Dumbledore yelled. Harry got up and followed the nasty looking boy to the dungeons.
"The password is parselmouth." The boy said and the wall opened. "Girls on the left! Boys on the right! It's the third door!" He yelled. Harry went to his room, and walked to the bed with his trunk next to it. It was the one closest to the wall. He sat down and saw Draco eyeing the bed.
"This is mine. It has MY stuff at the end and YOUR stuff is by that bed." He pointed to the one diagonal from him. The beds were put so that it had one next to the door, then one next to it further down the wall. On the other side, a bed was between the other side's two beds and the other was next to the wall.
In the morning, when Harry woke, the others were still sleeping. He practiced with his elemental magic until he heard someone get up. Then he changed his clothes, which now held the Slytherin house symbol. He got down to the table and saw that the schedules were already laid out. He grabbed his and sat down to eat. When he was almost done, a hoard of owls flew in.
One of them landed in front of him and he recognized it as his father's owl. He removed the letter with shaking hands and opened it. The owl flew off immediately, showing that Harry wasn't expected to send anything back.
Harry,
How can you get into Slytherin! We are very disappointed in you. You are a stain to our family name. You will not be allowed home for Christmas or Easter.
James Potter
Harry stared at the letter in shock. He read it a few times, trying to convince himself that it wasn't true. If it weren't for the fact that it would cause a scene, Harry would have gotten up and ran from the hall. Instead, he folded the letter and put it in his bag. He then got up to find his first class. When he got to the Charms class, he sat down and got his wand out. Soon other students began to file in and someone sat next to him, he looked to see a girl with black hair in two braids.
"Hello, I'm Blaise Zambini." She said quietly.
"Harry Potter." He said back. He sat back while the short teacher did roll. When he finished, he began talking about how to move a wand. The other classes were equally boring to Harry and he noticed that besides introducing themselves, the Slytherins didn't talk much to him. That was fine, he was there to prove himself to his parents that he was good enough for them, not to impress his classmates.
The other houses didn't look twice at him, but they also wouldn't help him. He walked into the potion's classroom and sat down, his partner was Blaise again. This teacher, Professor Snape, did roll call, but stopped at his name.
"Mister Potter, I don't know how you got into Slytherin, but I will not allow you to blow my class up and expect me to look the other way." The teacher sneered. Harry looked confused, he had no idea what the teacher, and his Head of House, was talking about. When he was done, the teacher asked him questions from the book. Harry answered all of them correctly. Then he asked a sixth year question that he had just learned prior. Harry answered. He got a point taken for cheating.
Harry was in the top of his class, every one of them were surprised at how well he was doing. He didn't make any friends and when it was time for their first flying lesson, he was on horrible terms with Draco Malfoy.
When the fool Gryffindor fell in the flying class, Harry felt amusement as he remembered the many times his siblings had fallen just like that by being stupid and clumsy, just like that Gryffindor. He also liked it when Draco was called on holding his broom incorrectly. When the teacher left to take the fallen Gryffindor to the hospital, Draco picked up the injured boy's remembrall. He flew off with it and it was then that Harry realized that he also had his book. He flew into the air and got level with him.
"Give me my book." Harry growled. Draco pulled the book out of his wide robe's pocket.
"You mean this?" He asked. "Then go and catch it!" He threw it in one direction and the ball soon followed. Harry flew at top speed, though with the old broom he was using, it wasn't very fast. He caught his book, then saw that he would have an excuse to dive and get the ball. He dove and caught it just before it hit the ground and pulled up only just before he would have crashed, much sooner then he would have had to on his broom at home.
"Mr. Potter!" He turned to see the transfiguration teacher, McGonagall. He walked over and she grabbed his sleeve. He only just managed to summon his bag before she began to drag him to the dungeons. "Professor Snape!" She yelled into the empty classroom.
"What? Why can't you handle whatever it is?" The man asked from his office.
"It deals with the expulsion of one of your students." She called. Snape walked out and took one look at Harry before turning to McGonagall.
"Then expel him, a POTTER isn't my concern." He sneered. Harry 's jaw dropped.
"Isn't Malfoy getting expelled then? He was the one that took my things up there. You can't expel me without expelling him."
"Fine, what did he do?" Snape asked, doing something now that Malfoy was involved as well.
"First, he flew to one side of the pitch, then he made a dive to the other side and almost hit the ground."
"I did not! I knew what I was doing and how else was I supposed to catch it?"
"You could have told a professor."
"What professor? No one was there?"
"What are you-"
"Professor! Professor! I've been hearing rumors all through Slytherin that they found this kid that's the best flyer in Hogwarts' history, not to mention way better then out seeker." A young boy said excitedly at the door. "Flint wants to see if we can get him as out seeker!"
"Mr. Andrew, can you not see that I'm busy?" Snape sneered.
"Sorry, sir! But he told me to tell you immediately." He said, letting his rush show through by the way that he panted.
"Minerva, what would you have done if they were a bunch of second year Gryffindors?" He asked.
"I would have recruited Potter. But they are FIRST YEARS." She pointed out. "And Gryffindor needs a seeker, not Slytherin." She said.
"Well, if he's good, why not? Better chance for Slytherin to win the cup, even if he isn't a true Slytherin." Snape said the last bit to Harry.
"We'll let Headmaster Dumbledore decide." McGonagall said stiffly, dragging Harry behind her.
"Andrew, you're dismissed." Snape snapped before gliding next to the other two. They were going so quickly that Harry had to jog behind them, as his legs were much shorter. They reached a large gargoyle and McGonagall said, "Snickers," and the three walked in.
"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Mr. Potter, what brings you here?" The Headmaster asked.
"Slytherin wants Potter as the seeker instead of Higgins." Snape said promptly.
"He should be expelled." McGonagall argued.
"Well, if Slytherin thinks he's exceptionally good, I don't see why he can't, here, we'll just floo your home to have permission and I assume you have a broom." Harry nodded. The old man turned to the fire and threw some powder in. "James Potter." He shouted. Harry's father's head appeared.
"Yes, what did he do?" James asked, annoyed and slightly angry at the sight of Harry.
"Your son has been made Slytherin's seeker, about time your family's come to some use." Snape sneered. Harry glared hatefully at his head of house.
"Severus, no need for you to say things like that." Dumbledore chided. "Now, James, as your son is a first year, we require permission from the parents."
"Fine." James said. Harry was slightly disappointed that he didn't look the slightest bit excited.
"Would you owl his broom over?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, of course. I'll send it straight away." The elder Potter said. "I've got to go. Iria wishes for a snack. Good bye Headmaster, Professor." James said to Dumbledore and McGonagall before his head disappeared.
"Well then, lets try to keep this as quiet as possible." The old headmaster said. The other three nodded. "Now Professor Snape, go show young Potter to his teammates." He said cheerily.
"Come along, Potter." The man sneered. Harry followed the man to the Charms room and he called for Flint. The crooked tooth boy came out and followed Harry and the professor to Snape's office.
"Now Flint, you should not have sent anyone to interrupt something." Snape scolded. "And Mr. Potter is your new seeker." He added.
"The build it righ, but HE'S the one that impressed everyone?" Flint asked skeptically.
"Yes, even McGonagall agreed." Snape said. "After trying to expel him."
"Do you already have a broom?"
"Yes." Harry answered.
"What type?"
"Er, it doesn't have a type. My friend had it made. It's really good, better then any you could buy." He said nervously.
"You're not making up stories are you?" Flint asked suspiciously.
"You better not have just called me a liar. If my broom isn't better then yours, I'll give you twenty galleons, but if it is better then yours, then you owe me." Harry growled, green eyes glowing with power and danger.
"N-no! That's all right! I believe you! I-I've got to go back to class." The boy stuttered, eager to get away from the intense eyes.
"Potter, your broom better be as good as you say it is, not some Comet 260." Snape warned.
"You'll see, I think father has already sent it, if only to get it out of the house."
"Practice is tomorrow." Snape said before dismissing the boy.
The next day at breakfast, three owls came in carrying his broom's case. They dropped it in his lap and flew off. "What's that Potter?" Malfoy sneered.
"You'll find out later." Harry replied. He nodded to Flint and Snape before finishing his breakfast and leaving.
He walked to his dormitory and put the case on his desk. He was aware that Malfoy and his two bodyguards had followed him. They stood right behind him. He heard footsteps and turned to see Flint in the doorway.
"Let's see it." The Quidditch captain said roughly. Harry opened the case and took the broom out. He put it in Flint's outstretched hands and a look of awe came over his face. "Who made it? This is way better then even the Nimbus 2000!" Malfoy reached for it, but Flint pulled it away.
"You'll get expelled for this, Potter." Malfoy grinned.
"No he won't. Special permission from Snape and Dumbledore." Flint said offhandedly. "Be at practice at seven, we'll see how good you are." He said. The fifth year then left and Malfoy held his hand out.
"Put your hand away." Harry said without looking up from where he was putting his broom away.
"Give it to me, I want-"
"That's just it, you want, but will I give?" Harry smirked at the expression on Malfoy's face.
When the day of the first game came, everyone was surprised when Harry's name was called as the seeker for Slytherin. He saw that his family wasn't in the stands, though he wasn't expecting it very much. He played the game to have fun and he was determined to do it. He saw the snitch before the other seeker and continued his lazy circle, one eye on the snitch the whole time. When he got to the side near the snitch, he dove quickly, catching the snitch before the other seeker knew what happened. Slytherin won 180-20.
When Christmas came, it turned out that he was the only Slytherin staying. He finished the sixth year things and was on the first book for seventh year N.E.W.T.S. He was an outcast to the Slytherins and the other Houses didn't like him because of his status of Slytherin's seeker. Almost none of the professors didn't like him, but then, none of them liked him either. Only Snape really felt one way or another and he openly hated him, giving him detentions all the time and even occasionally taking points from him.
The boy didn't break any rules and was the top of his class. The professors didn't know how he knew everything they were teaching him, so they, mostly only Charms and DADA, could give him more of a challenge. He was the top in every class, even Potions, with almost perfect scores.
For Christmas, Harry woke to find two presents, both from Brian. He was hurt that his parents didn't tell him anything about his scores, but Brian said he was proud of Harry and that was enough. He got the second and third books in the dragon series in the first package and an amulet of a serpent. He opened the package attached wearily and paused when he heard hissing, but it sounded like words.
*Let me out!* The hissing said. He opened the box to see a black snake, about an inch or so in diameter and it was about two or three feet long. Green eyes peered out at him. *Let me go!* It hissed. It was then Harry realized that he was a Parselmouth.
*No, you are mine.* He hissed.
*I am no one'ssss. Let me go! I will bite you!*
*Sssstay, pleassse. I'll let you move around, give you ssshelter, feed you, and jussst pleassse sssstay.* Harry begged.
*Fine, You can be my massster. Only because yousss warm.* The snake hissed, settling around Harry's arm. *I called Emrysss, that is what he called me, the mean tank massster.* He hissed angrily.
*I'm Harry.* Harry said. He turned to the letter and amulet.
"Harry, this amulet will protect you from most snakes and poisons. It's very rare, but it is another trinket that I have laying around. Brian." He murmured quietly. He slipped the chain over his neck and grinned at Emrys.
At the end of the year, he finished at the top of the class with the highest scores in most of the school. He got off the train and looked for his parents, or someone, to pick him up. He didn't see anyone so he sat on a bench near the platform to continue his search.
After waiting for an hour, he finally saw Sirius looking impatient. He jumped off the bench and rolled his trolley over to him. "Sirius." He said when he was within distance so that he didn't have to yell. Sirius looked down at his small form.
"Hurry up, they've banned floo from here for five years or so. Maybe more, maybe less, so I need to hurry and get home." He said before walking off. Harry almost had to run to keep up with the speed his godfather had set. When they stopped, it was next to a truck. "Put your stuff in the back and hurry up." Sirius snapped. Harry nodded and it took a short while to get the trunk up and into the back, but when he did the rest was easy.
"We won the Quidditch cup." Harry said, halfway home to break the silence. He didn't get a reaction. "We also won the house cup."
"You're a bloody Slytherin, give me one reason why I should care." Sirius demanded. "Why couldn't your parents pick you up? I've got better things to do then carry SLYTHERINS around." Harry didn't say anymore for the rest of the ride. He got out and got his stuff out of the back. Before he could even get his broom case completely out of the back, the truck took off. It was only the fact that he had been holding the handle that he still had his broom.
He went inside to find the house empty. Harry sighed and walked to his room, happy that it wasn't disturbed. He put the last of his parent's books away in the box that he had gotten them from. He placed his trunk in the corner and his broom next to it. When he had everything placed in the correct spot, he went in search of his parents.
"Minnie! Mickey!" He yelled. The two house elves came with a crack. "Where is everyone?" He asked.
"Master and mistress take children to picnic." Mickey said.
"Thanks." Harry said before running out to see his parents.
"Harry!" A happy yell came from the spacious back yard. He looked to see a small boy with messy black hair jump up.
"Tyler! Sit down!" His mum ordered. "What are you ding here?" She asked Harry.
"I just got back from school an hour or two ago." He said, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Oh, well, go inside so we can finish." James said before turning to the rest of his family. Harry watched as they forgot about his presence and just stood there with tears running down his cheeks. He got a look from his mum that clearly said 'Why are you still their, go away.'
Harry ran back to his room and clutched his pillow tightly and curled around it. *What'sss wrong?* Emrys asked.
*I jusst wanted to make them proud, make them like me. They hate me and it'sss becaussse I'm not good enough.* He cried. *I tried to be good enough for them. I'm the top in my classs, I'm the youngessst Quidditch player in a ccentury, my houssse won the houssse cup, and I won the Quidditch cup for my housse. I already know enough to complete sschool. I don't get in trouble or insult othersss. I don't know what elssse to do Emrysss." Harry finished with dry eyes. "I'm thinking of assking permisssion from Professsor Dumbledore to take my O.W.L.ss. thiss ssummer. But still finish all of the yearss of sschool, only taking more advancced lesssonsss.*
*That ssoundsss good. Sschool no usse if you don't learn.* Emrys said. Harry nodded and wiped his eyes before beginning on the letter.
*Now I jussst have to borrow an owl.* He got up and went up the dinning room to sit at the table and wait for his family to arrive. He only had to wait a short while before they came in.
"Dad?" He started. "Could I maybe borrow an owl? Please?" He asked nervously. His dad gave him a calculating look that made him squirm.
"Fine."
"Thank you!" Harry cheered before rushing out. He ran to the small owlery and got the one that he was aloud to use. The one that could hardly fly straight. When he was done, he walked back into the house to see his nine-year-old sister smirking up at him. "What?"
"Tyler doesn't like you as much anymore and by next summer, he'll hate you like the rest of the family. Even uncle Remus hates you." She smirked.
"If you're worried about me having a werewolf hate me, I also have one that loves me. And I really don't care what a weak squib like you thinks about me." Harry said callously. "You're acting just like Malfoy, a spoilt brat."
"Mum and dad think you're a traitor, helping the death-eaters. They tell Tyler all the time about my victory and how you killed my sister." Harry felt his insides freeze, but it would be a cold day in hell before he let Iria see. (AN: I'm sorry if people think that that is a bit above an eleven year old's age level, but I learned that phrase when I was nine, so there! I just hope that I didn't offend anyone.)
"They can say that all they want, but that doesn't make it true."
"You and I both know it is." Iria said stiffly before turning on her heel and stomping off. Harry almost made it to his room when his angry mother stopped him.
"What did you do!" She hissed.
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Maybe you should ask someone else before blaming me."
"How dare you blame my babies!" Lily growled, outraged by the very idea of it.
"Well, what am I then? I'm your eldest son and you're blaming me for something that I don't even have any idea what I did!" Harry vented.
"YOU are a MISTAKE. That's what you are. And I know that you are the one that upset Iria." Harry used all of his will power not to cry at the cruel words.
"I didn't do anything. I was walking to my room when she confronted me and tried to upset me. I did nothing but defend myself." Harry hissed. His words were thick with pain. He walked away quickly, a thin sheet of metal coating his torn heart. He then made a vow; he would prove that he wasn't a mistake. And he vowed never again to let someone in his heart. Brian and Emrys could be close, but he didn't want to be open to attacks that could further hurt him like he just experienced.
When it hit July first, Harry had been practicing Quidditch, fire magic, and had been reading for more information throughout the summer. On that day, there was a knock on the door, Harry ignored it as usual, but when his name was called, he walked cautiously up the stairs. Standing in the middle of the living room was Dumbledore, and nine other witches and wizards.
"Hello Mr. Potter, we have agreed that you could test and if you don't wish for your scores to count, no need, just take it when you need, and we have agreed on the extra classes. Each exam will have a practical and written part." The old wizard said. "Would you like your parents to be present?" Dumbledore asked. Harry looked at his confused parents.
"No." He said coldly.
"Would everyone but Mr. Potter leave? And there will be spells to prevent entering and eavesdropping."
"I want to stay!" Iria whined.
"Well I DON'T want you to stay." Harry spat.
"ALL of you must leave." One of the other wizards said sternly. After everyone left, he turned to Harry. "Are you sure about this?" He asked. Harry nodded sharply. "First you will do the Potions' exam with me." He said. After Potions was Charms, Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Herbology, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and by the time all of it was over, it was time for Astronomy.
"You will get your scores in a few weeks time, Congratulations Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said. Harry nodded and went inside. They had paused for a quick lunch, but now the boy was starving and exhausted. He sat at his place at the table, surprised that they had held dinner off for a few hours, and ate. He ignored his family's curious glares as his only focus was on his food.
"What's going on?" James demanded.
"Why would you care? Is it because it happened in your house? Well don't worry, there were wards around the room." He sneered after finishing his mouthful.
"Harry, what happened?" James repeated, the words sounded calmer, but the rage was easy to be seen, simmering beneath the surface.
"Don't pretend to care about your MISTAKE." Harry spat. "You don't need to start acting like a deformed picture of parents now. I did fine without it for the last eight years; I don't need it now." He then finished eating; ignoring the questions and looks he was receiving and just went directly to bed.
The next two weeks went on in a tense silence. When the letter about the O.W.L.s came, he read over it quickly.
Congratulations Mr. Potter.
We grade the scores with O and EE being one point and A, D, and T worth no points.
Written:
Potions = O
Charms = O
Ancient Runes = O
History of Magic = EE
Herbology = A
Transfiguration = O
Arithmancy = O
Defense Against the Dark Arts = O
Astronomy = O
Practical
Potions = O
Charms = O
Ancient Runes = O
Herbology = EE
Transfiguration = O
Arithmancy = EE
Defense Against the Dark Arts = O
Astronomy = A
Total O.W.L.s = 15
Thank you,
Albus Dumbledore
"Yes!" Harry yelled as he jumped up. Everyone looked at him in either curiosity or annoyance. He grinned sheepishly, good mood not going away. "Sorry. I got fifteen O.W.L.s!" He cheered. "I have to owl Brian, can I, please?" He asked.
"O.W.L.s?" James asked. "What O.W.L.s? That's fifth year work."
"Those people were my exam people. You have to have permission from the headmaster and four instructors in order to take them early. Then they look at your grades and scores. If I decide to keep my scores, I don't have to take them fifth year." Harry explained his mood too good to not brag about it.
"Don't you have to have permission from the parents?" Lily asked.
"No, or you would have know, wouldn't you?" Harry drawled, rolling his eyes. "And can Brian come over on the 31st?" He asked.
"Whatever." James said. "But you two will stay outside, Iria already asked for that day to be her day so Sirius, Remus, and a few of her friends are coming over." Harry resisted the urge to gawk; they had given his birthday away so that his sister could have a party.
"Thanks." He said dully, good mood officially set to the back burner as he got up to write Brian.
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AN: Sorry for the long wait. I can't promise that I will get much out very quickly, but I will try. I am sorta sick, not quite sure how far along it is, but I am sick most of the time and my coordination with the keys and a bad headache don't help. Along with the conspiracy with the teachers, giving huge assignments on one day then all tests another. I don't really believe in coincidences.
Anywho, done with my sorry excuses and ramblings, onto the thank yous.
Thanks to:
athenakitty
A-man- I'm not that big on the whole make him all powerful. I am trying to make it so that it is there, but
he doesn't always use it. It is really just a lot of hard work and trying to prove himself. He most likely will not have any more powers.
chris - thank you, and there is a romance, Harry/Blaise. They go out and kiss that's about it. I am not good at the whole romance deal but there is going to be a couple.
Dreamer-3041 - I like Draco. and i also like lily and james, nothing against them at least.
Elisabeth Potter
skaped
Hmmmmmmmmmm - Yes sir/ma'am! ^.~
Voldie On Varsity Track - same as above
ER
Slimpun - no, they don't really care and it would put a black mark on their record. food for thought (not saying it's true, you can think of your own opinions) what if they paid Blake (the evil werewolf) to take him and kill him? now the answer is never answered, i just needed somone to take harry. actually i just thought of that the other day
Caitlin - like your name! no one ever spells it correctly, gets on my nerves what about yours? anywayz the sirius, james, and lily from the one we all know and destroy are good people for the most part. sirius, remus, and harry do come to this time, i just have to get through the past of this harry
Caleb - thats so nice! i wasn't really planning to post this story, thought that it was kinda dumb, but then decided, what the hell
kimmerz
GiRliEgIrL6
Fangfoot
Insane Evil Angry Demonic Dragon - sorry, been trying, really i have
istalksiriusonweekends
Cat15
Stolen Innocence
First Year
"Go to your common rooms! First years follow your prefects!" Dumbledore yelled. Harry got up and followed the nasty looking boy to the dungeons.
"The password is parselmouth." The boy said and the wall opened. "Girls on the left! Boys on the right! It's the third door!" He yelled. Harry went to his room, and walked to the bed with his trunk next to it. It was the one closest to the wall. He sat down and saw Draco eyeing the bed.
"This is mine. It has MY stuff at the end and YOUR stuff is by that bed." He pointed to the one diagonal from him. The beds were put so that it had one next to the door, then one next to it further down the wall. On the other side, a bed was between the other side's two beds and the other was next to the wall.
In the morning, when Harry woke, the others were still sleeping. He practiced with his elemental magic until he heard someone get up. Then he changed his clothes, which now held the Slytherin house symbol. He got down to the table and saw that the schedules were already laid out. He grabbed his and sat down to eat. When he was almost done, a hoard of owls flew in.
One of them landed in front of him and he recognized it as his father's owl. He removed the letter with shaking hands and opened it. The owl flew off immediately, showing that Harry wasn't expected to send anything back.
Harry,
How can you get into Slytherin! We are very disappointed in you. You are a stain to our family name. You will not be allowed home for Christmas or Easter.
James Potter
Harry stared at the letter in shock. He read it a few times, trying to convince himself that it wasn't true. If it weren't for the fact that it would cause a scene, Harry would have gotten up and ran from the hall. Instead, he folded the letter and put it in his bag. He then got up to find his first class. When he got to the Charms class, he sat down and got his wand out. Soon other students began to file in and someone sat next to him, he looked to see a girl with black hair in two braids.
"Hello, I'm Blaise Zambini." She said quietly.
"Harry Potter." He said back. He sat back while the short teacher did roll. When he finished, he began talking about how to move a wand. The other classes were equally boring to Harry and he noticed that besides introducing themselves, the Slytherins didn't talk much to him. That was fine, he was there to prove himself to his parents that he was good enough for them, not to impress his classmates.
The other houses didn't look twice at him, but they also wouldn't help him. He walked into the potion's classroom and sat down, his partner was Blaise again. This teacher, Professor Snape, did roll call, but stopped at his name.
"Mister Potter, I don't know how you got into Slytherin, but I will not allow you to blow my class up and expect me to look the other way." The teacher sneered. Harry looked confused, he had no idea what the teacher, and his Head of House, was talking about. When he was done, the teacher asked him questions from the book. Harry answered all of them correctly. Then he asked a sixth year question that he had just learned prior. Harry answered. He got a point taken for cheating.
Harry was in the top of his class, every one of them were surprised at how well he was doing. He didn't make any friends and when it was time for their first flying lesson, he was on horrible terms with Draco Malfoy.
When the fool Gryffindor fell in the flying class, Harry felt amusement as he remembered the many times his siblings had fallen just like that by being stupid and clumsy, just like that Gryffindor. He also liked it when Draco was called on holding his broom incorrectly. When the teacher left to take the fallen Gryffindor to the hospital, Draco picked up the injured boy's remembrall. He flew off with it and it was then that Harry realized that he also had his book. He flew into the air and got level with him.
"Give me my book." Harry growled. Draco pulled the book out of his wide robe's pocket.
"You mean this?" He asked. "Then go and catch it!" He threw it in one direction and the ball soon followed. Harry flew at top speed, though with the old broom he was using, it wasn't very fast. He caught his book, then saw that he would have an excuse to dive and get the ball. He dove and caught it just before it hit the ground and pulled up only just before he would have crashed, much sooner then he would have had to on his broom at home.
"Mr. Potter!" He turned to see the transfiguration teacher, McGonagall. He walked over and she grabbed his sleeve. He only just managed to summon his bag before she began to drag him to the dungeons. "Professor Snape!" She yelled into the empty classroom.
"What? Why can't you handle whatever it is?" The man asked from his office.
"It deals with the expulsion of one of your students." She called. Snape walked out and took one look at Harry before turning to McGonagall.
"Then expel him, a POTTER isn't my concern." He sneered. Harry 's jaw dropped.
"Isn't Malfoy getting expelled then? He was the one that took my things up there. You can't expel me without expelling him."
"Fine, what did he do?" Snape asked, doing something now that Malfoy was involved as well.
"First, he flew to one side of the pitch, then he made a dive to the other side and almost hit the ground."
"I did not! I knew what I was doing and how else was I supposed to catch it?"
"You could have told a professor."
"What professor? No one was there?"
"What are you-"
"Professor! Professor! I've been hearing rumors all through Slytherin that they found this kid that's the best flyer in Hogwarts' history, not to mention way better then out seeker." A young boy said excitedly at the door. "Flint wants to see if we can get him as out seeker!"
"Mr. Andrew, can you not see that I'm busy?" Snape sneered.
"Sorry, sir! But he told me to tell you immediately." He said, letting his rush show through by the way that he panted.
"Minerva, what would you have done if they were a bunch of second year Gryffindors?" He asked.
"I would have recruited Potter. But they are FIRST YEARS." She pointed out. "And Gryffindor needs a seeker, not Slytherin." She said.
"Well, if he's good, why not? Better chance for Slytherin to win the cup, even if he isn't a true Slytherin." Snape said the last bit to Harry.
"We'll let Headmaster Dumbledore decide." McGonagall said stiffly, dragging Harry behind her.
"Andrew, you're dismissed." Snape snapped before gliding next to the other two. They were going so quickly that Harry had to jog behind them, as his legs were much shorter. They reached a large gargoyle and McGonagall said, "Snickers," and the three walked in.
"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Mr. Potter, what brings you here?" The Headmaster asked.
"Slytherin wants Potter as the seeker instead of Higgins." Snape said promptly.
"He should be expelled." McGonagall argued.
"Well, if Slytherin thinks he's exceptionally good, I don't see why he can't, here, we'll just floo your home to have permission and I assume you have a broom." Harry nodded. The old man turned to the fire and threw some powder in. "James Potter." He shouted. Harry's father's head appeared.
"Yes, what did he do?" James asked, annoyed and slightly angry at the sight of Harry.
"Your son has been made Slytherin's seeker, about time your family's come to some use." Snape sneered. Harry glared hatefully at his head of house.
"Severus, no need for you to say things like that." Dumbledore chided. "Now, James, as your son is a first year, we require permission from the parents."
"Fine." James said. Harry was slightly disappointed that he didn't look the slightest bit excited.
"Would you owl his broom over?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, of course. I'll send it straight away." The elder Potter said. "I've got to go. Iria wishes for a snack. Good bye Headmaster, Professor." James said to Dumbledore and McGonagall before his head disappeared.
"Well then, lets try to keep this as quiet as possible." The old headmaster said. The other three nodded. "Now Professor Snape, go show young Potter to his teammates." He said cheerily.
"Come along, Potter." The man sneered. Harry followed the man to the Charms room and he called for Flint. The crooked tooth boy came out and followed Harry and the professor to Snape's office.
"Now Flint, you should not have sent anyone to interrupt something." Snape scolded. "And Mr. Potter is your new seeker." He added.
"The build it righ, but HE'S the one that impressed everyone?" Flint asked skeptically.
"Yes, even McGonagall agreed." Snape said. "After trying to expel him."
"Do you already have a broom?"
"Yes." Harry answered.
"What type?"
"Er, it doesn't have a type. My friend had it made. It's really good, better then any you could buy." He said nervously.
"You're not making up stories are you?" Flint asked suspiciously.
"You better not have just called me a liar. If my broom isn't better then yours, I'll give you twenty galleons, but if it is better then yours, then you owe me." Harry growled, green eyes glowing with power and danger.
"N-no! That's all right! I believe you! I-I've got to go back to class." The boy stuttered, eager to get away from the intense eyes.
"Potter, your broom better be as good as you say it is, not some Comet 260." Snape warned.
"You'll see, I think father has already sent it, if only to get it out of the house."
"Practice is tomorrow." Snape said before dismissing the boy.
The next day at breakfast, three owls came in carrying his broom's case. They dropped it in his lap and flew off. "What's that Potter?" Malfoy sneered.
"You'll find out later." Harry replied. He nodded to Flint and Snape before finishing his breakfast and leaving.
He walked to his dormitory and put the case on his desk. He was aware that Malfoy and his two bodyguards had followed him. They stood right behind him. He heard footsteps and turned to see Flint in the doorway.
"Let's see it." The Quidditch captain said roughly. Harry opened the case and took the broom out. He put it in Flint's outstretched hands and a look of awe came over his face. "Who made it? This is way better then even the Nimbus 2000!" Malfoy reached for it, but Flint pulled it away.
"You'll get expelled for this, Potter." Malfoy grinned.
"No he won't. Special permission from Snape and Dumbledore." Flint said offhandedly. "Be at practice at seven, we'll see how good you are." He said. The fifth year then left and Malfoy held his hand out.
"Put your hand away." Harry said without looking up from where he was putting his broom away.
"Give it to me, I want-"
"That's just it, you want, but will I give?" Harry smirked at the expression on Malfoy's face.
When the day of the first game came, everyone was surprised when Harry's name was called as the seeker for Slytherin. He saw that his family wasn't in the stands, though he wasn't expecting it very much. He played the game to have fun and he was determined to do it. He saw the snitch before the other seeker and continued his lazy circle, one eye on the snitch the whole time. When he got to the side near the snitch, he dove quickly, catching the snitch before the other seeker knew what happened. Slytherin won 180-20.
When Christmas came, it turned out that he was the only Slytherin staying. He finished the sixth year things and was on the first book for seventh year N.E.W.T.S. He was an outcast to the Slytherins and the other Houses didn't like him because of his status of Slytherin's seeker. Almost none of the professors didn't like him, but then, none of them liked him either. Only Snape really felt one way or another and he openly hated him, giving him detentions all the time and even occasionally taking points from him.
The boy didn't break any rules and was the top of his class. The professors didn't know how he knew everything they were teaching him, so they, mostly only Charms and DADA, could give him more of a challenge. He was the top in every class, even Potions, with almost perfect scores.
For Christmas, Harry woke to find two presents, both from Brian. He was hurt that his parents didn't tell him anything about his scores, but Brian said he was proud of Harry and that was enough. He got the second and third books in the dragon series in the first package and an amulet of a serpent. He opened the package attached wearily and paused when he heard hissing, but it sounded like words.
*Let me out!* The hissing said. He opened the box to see a black snake, about an inch or so in diameter and it was about two or three feet long. Green eyes peered out at him. *Let me go!* It hissed. It was then Harry realized that he was a Parselmouth.
*No, you are mine.* He hissed.
*I am no one'ssss. Let me go! I will bite you!*
*Sssstay, pleassse. I'll let you move around, give you ssshelter, feed you, and jussst pleassse sssstay.* Harry begged.
*Fine, You can be my massster. Only because yousss warm.* The snake hissed, settling around Harry's arm. *I called Emrysss, that is what he called me, the mean tank massster.* He hissed angrily.
*I'm Harry.* Harry said. He turned to the letter and amulet.
"Harry, this amulet will protect you from most snakes and poisons. It's very rare, but it is another trinket that I have laying around. Brian." He murmured quietly. He slipped the chain over his neck and grinned at Emrys.
At the end of the year, he finished at the top of the class with the highest scores in most of the school. He got off the train and looked for his parents, or someone, to pick him up. He didn't see anyone so he sat on a bench near the platform to continue his search.
After waiting for an hour, he finally saw Sirius looking impatient. He jumped off the bench and rolled his trolley over to him. "Sirius." He said when he was within distance so that he didn't have to yell. Sirius looked down at his small form.
"Hurry up, they've banned floo from here for five years or so. Maybe more, maybe less, so I need to hurry and get home." He said before walking off. Harry almost had to run to keep up with the speed his godfather had set. When they stopped, it was next to a truck. "Put your stuff in the back and hurry up." Sirius snapped. Harry nodded and it took a short while to get the trunk up and into the back, but when he did the rest was easy.
"We won the Quidditch cup." Harry said, halfway home to break the silence. He didn't get a reaction. "We also won the house cup."
"You're a bloody Slytherin, give me one reason why I should care." Sirius demanded. "Why couldn't your parents pick you up? I've got better things to do then carry SLYTHERINS around." Harry didn't say anymore for the rest of the ride. He got out and got his stuff out of the back. Before he could even get his broom case completely out of the back, the truck took off. It was only the fact that he had been holding the handle that he still had his broom.
He went inside to find the house empty. Harry sighed and walked to his room, happy that it wasn't disturbed. He put the last of his parent's books away in the box that he had gotten them from. He placed his trunk in the corner and his broom next to it. When he had everything placed in the correct spot, he went in search of his parents.
"Minnie! Mickey!" He yelled. The two house elves came with a crack. "Where is everyone?" He asked.
"Master and mistress take children to picnic." Mickey said.
"Thanks." Harry said before running out to see his parents.
"Harry!" A happy yell came from the spacious back yard. He looked to see a small boy with messy black hair jump up.
"Tyler! Sit down!" His mum ordered. "What are you ding here?" She asked Harry.
"I just got back from school an hour or two ago." He said, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Oh, well, go inside so we can finish." James said before turning to the rest of his family. Harry watched as they forgot about his presence and just stood there with tears running down his cheeks. He got a look from his mum that clearly said 'Why are you still their, go away.'
Harry ran back to his room and clutched his pillow tightly and curled around it. *What'sss wrong?* Emrys asked.
*I jusst wanted to make them proud, make them like me. They hate me and it'sss becaussse I'm not good enough.* He cried. *I tried to be good enough for them. I'm the top in my classs, I'm the youngessst Quidditch player in a ccentury, my houssse won the houssse cup, and I won the Quidditch cup for my housse. I already know enough to complete sschool. I don't get in trouble or insult othersss. I don't know what elssse to do Emrysss." Harry finished with dry eyes. "I'm thinking of assking permisssion from Professsor Dumbledore to take my O.W.L.ss. thiss ssummer. But still finish all of the yearss of sschool, only taking more advancced lesssonsss.*
*That ssoundsss good. Sschool no usse if you don't learn.* Emrys said. Harry nodded and wiped his eyes before beginning on the letter.
*Now I jussst have to borrow an owl.* He got up and went up the dinning room to sit at the table and wait for his family to arrive. He only had to wait a short while before they came in.
"Dad?" He started. "Could I maybe borrow an owl? Please?" He asked nervously. His dad gave him a calculating look that made him squirm.
"Fine."
"Thank you!" Harry cheered before rushing out. He ran to the small owlery and got the one that he was aloud to use. The one that could hardly fly straight. When he was done, he walked back into the house to see his nine-year-old sister smirking up at him. "What?"
"Tyler doesn't like you as much anymore and by next summer, he'll hate you like the rest of the family. Even uncle Remus hates you." She smirked.
"If you're worried about me having a werewolf hate me, I also have one that loves me. And I really don't care what a weak squib like you thinks about me." Harry said callously. "You're acting just like Malfoy, a spoilt brat."
"Mum and dad think you're a traitor, helping the death-eaters. They tell Tyler all the time about my victory and how you killed my sister." Harry felt his insides freeze, but it would be a cold day in hell before he let Iria see. (AN: I'm sorry if people think that that is a bit above an eleven year old's age level, but I learned that phrase when I was nine, so there! I just hope that I didn't offend anyone.)
"They can say that all they want, but that doesn't make it true."
"You and I both know it is." Iria said stiffly before turning on her heel and stomping off. Harry almost made it to his room when his angry mother stopped him.
"What did you do!" She hissed.
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Maybe you should ask someone else before blaming me."
"How dare you blame my babies!" Lily growled, outraged by the very idea of it.
"Well, what am I then? I'm your eldest son and you're blaming me for something that I don't even have any idea what I did!" Harry vented.
"YOU are a MISTAKE. That's what you are. And I know that you are the one that upset Iria." Harry used all of his will power not to cry at the cruel words.
"I didn't do anything. I was walking to my room when she confronted me and tried to upset me. I did nothing but defend myself." Harry hissed. His words were thick with pain. He walked away quickly, a thin sheet of metal coating his torn heart. He then made a vow; he would prove that he wasn't a mistake. And he vowed never again to let someone in his heart. Brian and Emrys could be close, but he didn't want to be open to attacks that could further hurt him like he just experienced.
When it hit July first, Harry had been practicing Quidditch, fire magic, and had been reading for more information throughout the summer. On that day, there was a knock on the door, Harry ignored it as usual, but when his name was called, he walked cautiously up the stairs. Standing in the middle of the living room was Dumbledore, and nine other witches and wizards.
"Hello Mr. Potter, we have agreed that you could test and if you don't wish for your scores to count, no need, just take it when you need, and we have agreed on the extra classes. Each exam will have a practical and written part." The old wizard said. "Would you like your parents to be present?" Dumbledore asked. Harry looked at his confused parents.
"No." He said coldly.
"Would everyone but Mr. Potter leave? And there will be spells to prevent entering and eavesdropping."
"I want to stay!" Iria whined.
"Well I DON'T want you to stay." Harry spat.
"ALL of you must leave." One of the other wizards said sternly. After everyone left, he turned to Harry. "Are you sure about this?" He asked. Harry nodded sharply. "First you will do the Potions' exam with me." He said. After Potions was Charms, Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Herbology, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and by the time all of it was over, it was time for Astronomy.
"You will get your scores in a few weeks time, Congratulations Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said. Harry nodded and went inside. They had paused for a quick lunch, but now the boy was starving and exhausted. He sat at his place at the table, surprised that they had held dinner off for a few hours, and ate. He ignored his family's curious glares as his only focus was on his food.
"What's going on?" James demanded.
"Why would you care? Is it because it happened in your house? Well don't worry, there were wards around the room." He sneered after finishing his mouthful.
"Harry, what happened?" James repeated, the words sounded calmer, but the rage was easy to be seen, simmering beneath the surface.
"Don't pretend to care about your MISTAKE." Harry spat. "You don't need to start acting like a deformed picture of parents now. I did fine without it for the last eight years; I don't need it now." He then finished eating; ignoring the questions and looks he was receiving and just went directly to bed.
The next two weeks went on in a tense silence. When the letter about the O.W.L.s came, he read over it quickly.
Congratulations Mr. Potter.
We grade the scores with O and EE being one point and A, D, and T worth no points.
Written:
Potions = O
Charms = O
Ancient Runes = O
History of Magic = EE
Herbology = A
Transfiguration = O
Arithmancy = O
Defense Against the Dark Arts = O
Astronomy = O
Practical
Potions = O
Charms = O
Ancient Runes = O
Herbology = EE
Transfiguration = O
Arithmancy = EE
Defense Against the Dark Arts = O
Astronomy = A
Total O.W.L.s = 15
Thank you,
Albus Dumbledore
"Yes!" Harry yelled as he jumped up. Everyone looked at him in either curiosity or annoyance. He grinned sheepishly, good mood not going away. "Sorry. I got fifteen O.W.L.s!" He cheered. "I have to owl Brian, can I, please?" He asked.
"O.W.L.s?" James asked. "What O.W.L.s? That's fifth year work."
"Those people were my exam people. You have to have permission from the headmaster and four instructors in order to take them early. Then they look at your grades and scores. If I decide to keep my scores, I don't have to take them fifth year." Harry explained his mood too good to not brag about it.
"Don't you have to have permission from the parents?" Lily asked.
"No, or you would have know, wouldn't you?" Harry drawled, rolling his eyes. "And can Brian come over on the 31st?" He asked.
"Whatever." James said. "But you two will stay outside, Iria already asked for that day to be her day so Sirius, Remus, and a few of her friends are coming over." Harry resisted the urge to gawk; they had given his birthday away so that his sister could have a party.
"Thanks." He said dully, good mood officially set to the back burner as he got up to write Brian.
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AN: Sorry for the long wait. I can't promise that I will get much out very quickly, but I will try. I am sorta sick, not quite sure how far along it is, but I am sick most of the time and my coordination with the keys and a bad headache don't help. Along with the conspiracy with the teachers, giving huge assignments on one day then all tests another. I don't really believe in coincidences.
Anywho, done with my sorry excuses and ramblings, onto the thank yous.
Thanks to:
athenakitty
A-man- I'm not that big on the whole make him all powerful. I am trying to make it so that it is there, but
he doesn't always use it. It is really just a lot of hard work and trying to prove himself. He most likely will not have any more powers.
chris - thank you, and there is a romance, Harry/Blaise. They go out and kiss that's about it. I am not good at the whole romance deal but there is going to be a couple.
Dreamer-3041 - I like Draco. and i also like lily and james, nothing against them at least.
Elisabeth Potter
skaped
Hmmmmmmmmmm - Yes sir/ma'am! ^.~
Voldie On Varsity Track - same as above
ER
Slimpun - no, they don't really care and it would put a black mark on their record. food for thought (not saying it's true, you can think of your own opinions) what if they paid Blake (the evil werewolf) to take him and kill him? now the answer is never answered, i just needed somone to take harry. actually i just thought of that the other day
Caitlin - like your name! no one ever spells it correctly, gets on my nerves what about yours? anywayz the sirius, james, and lily from the one we all know and destroy are good people for the most part. sirius, remus, and harry do come to this time, i just have to get through the past of this harry
Caleb - thats so nice! i wasn't really planning to post this story, thought that it was kinda dumb, but then decided, what the hell
kimmerz
GiRliEgIrL6
Fangfoot
Insane Evil Angry Demonic Dragon - sorry, been trying, really i have
istalksiriusonweekends
Cat15