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"I doubt that's how you really think we're going to be sleeping, right?" Blaise scoffed.
"And why wouldn't it be? It's obvious that I'm superior to you and Scaletta." Malfoy sneered, while Crabbe and Goyle appeared to be intimidating. However, something must of have flashed in both of the fighters eyes, because the two gorillas seemed to have a moment of clarity, remembering what happened on the train, and stepped down. "Crabbe, Goyle, what are you doing?" Malfoy questioned, watching as the two moved. Crabbe moved to the bed nearest the door on the left side, while Goyle simply moved a bed down.
"It's obvious that they're giving their superiors," Harry mocked, "the proper beds." He strolled over and got in Malfoy's face, smirking, "Move, Malfoy. You're in my spot." The blonde ponce stood there gaping like a fish for a moment before he grew red in the face. Huffing, he moved to the bed closet to the door on the right. Blaise took Goyle's old spot, while Nott stayed where he was. And so, if you were to go from left to right, you had Crabbe, Nott, Harry, Blaise, Goyle and Malfoy. The two brothers quickly got ready for bed, ignoring how "my father would hear about this" and retreated behind their curtains.
Harry lay down for the night, ensuring that his knife was under his pillow and ready to grab a moment's notice. Luckily he and Blaise were light sleepers due to the training their father put them through. He closed his eyes and hoped for a wonderful time at Hogwarts.
Spells will be in underlined italics.
I own nothing of Harry Potter, or Mafia II/ III.
Again, this story is an AU. Harry's first year will be taking place around 2011.
-V
Harry awoke to the small beep of his alarm clock. Most electronics didn't work inside Hogwarts, but apparently in the recent years due to technological advances, Dumbledore allowed some things to be bypassed by the magical field that used to destroy muggle inventions. Such things as alarm clocks, i-pods and small radios were allowed. Bigger things, such as consoles and TV's still couldn't work inside the magic castle.
He blearily opened his eyes, groaning into his pillow at the green glowing numbers that read 4:55 AM. If he were lucky, maybe Blaise would show mercy on him, seeing as how it was a Saturday, and class didn't start until that coming Monday. If he were lucky, Blaise wouldn't want to get up and train... the covers of his bed were pulled off of him, causing him to curl up into a ball. "Blaise," He growled out, "it's the weekend. Normally you like to sleep in on the weekends."
"Normally you're right, but I'm excited. We can get up bright and early, stretch and train, and then explore the castle. It wouldn't be good to get lost whenever Monday comes around, now would it?" Blaise whispered, although Harry could practically hear the wide grin that his brother sported.
"But it's five in the morning!" Harry whispered, "Why so early?"
"Better to get our day started early and right, than late and not right." His brother quipped back in a cheerful whisper. He tugged at Harry, forcing the raven haired boy out of bed. He sighed, opening his trunk to pull out his training clothes, a pair of shorts and a simple white T-shirt. He and Blaise left and, ignoring the cold stone flooring on their feet, headed to the Common Room. "So, Blaise," Harry turned, as they sat on one of the many leather couches that Slytherin had to offer, "where exactly are we supposed to train?"
"Well, right in here of course." His brother answered as if it were obvious. Ignoring his brothers narrowed eyes, he finished his hand wraps and got up. "C'mon Harry, it'll be fun. Now help me move these chairs." Blase began to drag the chairs across to one side of the room as quietly as he could, but when something scrapes against a stone textured surface, it'll make some noise.
Harry had just finished wrapping his hand wraps, and putting on his shin guards whenever a voice from the top of the stairs called out to them: The hell are you two doing? And up at this early hour?" He turned to see the female Prefect, Elise standing in a navy blue bathrobe, her hands on her hips.
"Well, you see, Ms. Piper, we were actually getting ready to stretch and then train." Blaise answered easily, as if it were normal for students to do in a wizarding school. "Mind giving us a hand? We need all the furniture moved to one side of the room, or if possible, shrunk." Her frown shown her annoyance, but she also had a slender eyebrow raised, her curiosity piqued. Brandishing her wand, she did as Blaise asked. "Thanks, Elise!" Blaise gave her the widest smile he could muster, and Vito's lessons at wooing women must have paid off somewhat, for she gave a small smile in return. "You can care to stay and watch us train, if you want."
Elise didn't respond, merely sitting down in one of the chairs next to the fireplace, having shrunk all of the larger furniture, shoving the other stuff to the left side of the common room. Harry and Blaise began to stretch, Blaise started off with stretching out his hamstrings, taking a knee and standing with his back straight, his other leg and foot planted on the ground. Harry, meanwhile, dropped to a squat, stretching out one leg, then shifted and stretched out the other. Elise cleared her throat, "And what are the stretches for?"
"Well, besides helping flexibility, it's also to ensure that we don't injure ourselves during training." Harry answered, taking note of the clock. It was now around 6:00, the boys loving to take their time with stretches, along with moving the furniture before Elise came to help.
"And what is this training? Does it have a name?" Elise questioned.
"It's called Muay Thai." Blaise responded, before the two began to jog in place. Hearing more footsteps, the two took note of Eta, Daphne, and Tracey all making their way up from their dormitories. "Good morning, ladies!" He said cheerfully.
"Early risers?" Eta questioned, rubbing some sleep from her eyes.
"More like slave driver." Harry muttered, as he dodged Blaise's jab, countering with a quick right cross. The two began to move around, trading blows. A kick there, a combo here. While they weren't putting too much force behind their blows, there was definitely a lot of speed to the two of them. While the boys didn't look like much, they preferred it that way. It made the resulting victory of kicking ass that much sweeter. Around 7:00 AM, they began to hear more people beginning to awaken, except for the upper years. And so, the two quit their sparring session, and headed off for a shower. Before they left, Harry turned to the four females, "Elise, if you don't mind too terribly, would you perhaps show us around the castle? Blaise and I would like to have a good map of the school by the time Monday rolls around. Tracey, Daphne, and Eta, you are more than welcome to join us."
Elise let out a low yawn, covering it behind her hand as she narrowed her eyes at the boy, "It was one thing to help you move the furniture so you and Blaise could spar. But asking me to escort you around the castle? That's pretty time-consuming, and what's in it for me?" As she was speaking, she moved the furniture back to their rightful place, and enlarged the shrunken couches.
"Well, we could pay you." Harry started off, only for Blaise to elbow him gently, "What?"
"Or, we could train you." The dark skinned boy answered with a grin. "Yes, you're an upper year and yes, you probably know loads of magic by now, but what happens when you're disarmed? It would be pretty handy to...well, know hand-to-hand combat."
"You two go shower, and I'll have the answer for you when all of you are done with breakfast." The Prefect said after a moment of silence. Harry and Blaise exchanged grins, while the three girls looked thoughtful. Eta was still trying to figure out if Harry and Blaise had an ulterior motive, while Daphne and Tracey were wondering if Blaise could extend those hand-to-hand lessons to them as well.
Elise, true to her word, showed the group of five around the school, and when asked, Elise simply replied that they had worked out a deal. Blaise and Harry would train Elise early in the mornings, having finally worked out the details.
XxXx
"Can you believe the amount of classes we have with the Gryffindors?" Daphne moaned out, staring at her timetable with disgust. She didn't know the spell to set things on fire yet, so she was settling for trying to set it alight with her eyes.
Harry raised an eyebrow, silently agreeing. Stabbing a sausage link with his fork, he batted Daphne's and Blaise's forks away with his knife, before eating it, savoring the the look on their faces. "As if you two could steal my food," he smirked, only to pout whenever Tracey stole a piece of egg from his plate. "How the hell do you keep taking my food?" He only received a impish grin in return.
"Come on, guys, we gotta get to Transfiguration. Heard McGonagall is particularly strict on Slytherin's." Blaise got up, leading the way, with Eta, Daphne and Tracey in the middle, while Harry took up the back. This was how they preferred it, the boys guarding the girls. Vito taught them that, as did Coach Michael and Cody. Now, that's not to say that the females couldn't protect themselves, but they'd rather be the one that took the damage, to spare them. Chivalry and all that rot. They arrived somewhat early to the class, taking their seat near the back row, three to a table. Blaise, Daphne and Tracey took the left table, while Harry and Eta were on the right. Other Slytherin's began to file in, and seeing the open spot, a girl with a strong face named Pansy Parkinson took it, much to Eta's displeasure, if the look on her face were any indication.
"Bad blood between you two?" Harry muttered, keeping an eye on Malfoy, seeing the blonde sit at the table in front of them with Crabbe and Goyle. Nott, along with a Bulstrode and a Slytherin that Harry didn't catch the name of. Eta narrowed her eyes slightly, before making a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat.
"We'll talk about it later." She whispered, raising an eyebrow at the cat that leaped onto McGonagall's desk. "What's a cat doing here?"
"I don't think that's a cat." Harry answered, only for Pansy to snort. "Very lady-like of you, Pansy."
"Oh, sod off, Scaletta. And as if McGonagall was that cat. That's ridiculous." She scoffed, turning up her nose at him.
"Want to place a wager on it, then?" Blaise questioned, hearing the female. "I'll bet you five galleons, that the cat is McGonagall."
"You're on, Zabini." Pansy replied in a haughty voice, confident she was right.
All the Gryffindors began to enter, taking their seats on the right side of the room, eyeing the Slytherin's with distrust, having heard some rumors or truths from the upper year Gryffindors. And so, the rivalry and hatred between the two houses started anew for the year. All the Gryffindor's, except for two were accounted for. Time ticked by, as silence reigned over the room. Approximately fifteen minutes after the class was supposed to begin, the door slammed open to reveal Weasley and Longbottom, the two panting and clambering into the classroom. "We made it. Could you believe the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Weasley breathed out, Longbottom nodding in agreement.
However, shock and fear filled their faces as the cat on McGonagall's desk transformed into McGonagall herself, who stared at the two Gryffindor's with mild displeasure from behind her glasses. "That was brilliant, Professor." Longbottom squeaked out.
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Longbottom. But do you wish to inform me of why you and Mr. Weasley were late?" She arched an eyebrow, narrowing her gaze.
"We...we got lost." Weasley spoke up, turning red around the ears from embarrassment.
"Perhaps I should turn yourself or Mr. Longbottom into a pocket-watch, that way one of you would be on time. Or perhaps, a map?" She waved them to a desk, sitting next to the bushy-haired Granger, "Now class, open your textbooks and begin to take notes." She waved her wand, beginning to write instructions on the board. "After the notes are taken over the first three paragraphs, we are going to begin a simple transfiguration. We are to transfigure this matchstick into a needle, like so." She waved her wand, showing the desired result, before transfiguring it back.
Harry pulled out a note book, and a pen, beginning to write down the notes. While the school list called for ink wells, quills and the parchment, Harry and Blaise decided to, as Vito said, "Get Muggle with it." Finishing his notes, he read the instructions on the board as carefully as possible, trying to memorize the movements, quietly muttering the incarnation before he cast the spell.
After a few more minutes of silent incarnation, he tried it for real. "Acusignis." He frowned whenever it merely turned silver in color, the tip of the match becoming slightly pointier. Professor McGonagall strolled by, checking everyone's progress. She begrudgingly gave Harry two points to Slytherin for showing some improvement. He sighed and tried to visualize the matchstick becoming the needle, and tried it again, only to receive a more pronounced needle tip. He shrugged and gave up on it for now, seeing Eta try and fail, growing visibly frustrated at the task, if the slight twitch of her eye was an indication.
"Try to visualize the matchstick becoming the needle. It helped me get that." Harry pointed to his progress so far, before craning his neck to see Blaise's progress. His brother had apparently figured out the same conclusion, but had better luck, as his was more needle than matchstick. "Lucky bastard." He muttered to himself, sighing somewhat. It seemed that he was alright at Transfiguration for now, and his brother had a better grasp at it. Oh well, ya win some, ya lose some.
"Thanks, Harry." Eta muttered, while the boy merely nodded. At the end of class, they were assigned a foot of parchment on how transfiguring some objects into others could be useful. Afterward, they headed to the last class for Monday, which was Potions. The Slytherin's all walked together in one giant group, while the Gryffindor's were a bunch of separate little groups, usually of two to three students.
Arriving, Harry sat next to Blaise, while Tracey and Daphne sat next to one another. Eta, to her immense displeasure, was sitting once again, next to Pansy. The Gryffindor's took up the other side of the room, Weasley and his friends shooting dark looks to the Slytherin's, while Malfoy and his goons sneered back. Ah, to have rivals in school. Nothing bad could possibly come from it, right?
The door slammed shut and Professor Snape strolled forward, his robes billowing behind him. In the dimly lit room, there sat a few candles, and one low-powered light bulb that looked close to expiring. "There will be no foolish wand waving or incantations in this class. I'm sure most of you do not appreciate the subtle art of potion making. I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, put a stopper to death. I can also teach you to spill your darkest secrets, ensnare the heart of the one you desire, poison your enemies." His lips were drawn into a line, as he scowled out at the students. His dark, black eyes were like endless tunnels, seemingly swallowing everything he cast his gaze upon. He crossed his arms, his hands hidden within his robes. "Tell me, Mr. Longbottom," he barked out suddenly, causing the Gryffindor to jump, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"I-I d-don't know, s-s-sir." Longbottom stuttered out.
"Pity." Professor Snape's nose twitched before he switched victims, "Mr. Weasley! Where would I look for a beazor?"
"I don't know, Professor. Perhaps you can ask Hermione, though. She seems to know." Weasley answered, gaining a snicker from his friend, Dean Thomas. Granger, did in fact have her hand up for both questions, but Snape disregarded her.
"Five points from Gryffindor for your cheek." Seeing him about to protest, Seamus Finnigan kicked him under the desk, effectively shutting him up. "And as for you, Ms. Granger, I don't recall calling on you, so you can put your hand down, you foolish girl. Let's try on the other side of the room, then, shall we? Ms. Malfoy, can you answer the first question?"
"It brews a potion known as the Draught of the Living Death, Professor. It's apparently so powerful that it incurs a death like state." Eta answered, causing Professor Snape to nod at her.
"Mr. Scaletta, do you know the answer to the second question?" Professor Snape gazed at Harry, noticing her eyes for the second time. He had her eyes...and looked somewhat like that damned Potter. But his name was Scaletta...? He narrowed his eyes in thought, filing the information for later before taking note of the scar on Harry's forehead. 'Quite peculiar.' He almost didn't hear Harry's answer, which was 'from the stomach of a goat, Professor'. He nodded his head, "Correct. Ten points to Slytherin. Alright, Gryffindor, let's try one more question, to see if you all aren't a bunch of dunderheads that I usually have to teach from your house." Ignoring their scowls, he continued on, "What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" He once again, ignored Granger's hand, "Can anyone from Gryffindor answer this besides Ms. Granger?" Seeing no hand rise, he frowned, "Really? None of you bothered to open a textbook before setting foot into my classroom? Despicable. Very well. Mr. Zabini?"
"There isn't a difference, aside from the fact that they both go under the name of Aconite." Blaise answered, earning another five points to Slytherin. Professor Snape then began to write instructions on the board for the potion that was supposed to cure boils.
"Now, we are going to pair you up with one another. Scaletta, you're with Ms. Malfoy. Zabini, you're with Greengrass. Davis, you're with Parkinson. Malfoy, you shall be with Goyle. Nott with Crabbe. Weasley and Longbottom, while Finnigan and Thomas are paired together. Granger, you shall be with Patil. Well? Get started!"
"Do you want me to crush the snake fangs, or do you?" Harry questioned, only for Eta to wordlessly hand him the mortar and snake fangs. "Could have just answered me." He muttered.
"Yes, but I'd rather not waste my breath." Eta mocked Harry, only to quickly flash a smile, "Relax, Harry, I'm only joking." The two began to get to work, and silence fell upon the classroom, until an bubbling noise from the Gryffindor side caused everyone to look up, or try to back away. Longbottom and Weasley's potion was bubbling up dangerously, and they only had a moment's reaction until it exploded, covering Longbottom, Weasley, Patil and Tracey. Boils began to spring up on the four, which looked rather painful.
Harry regarded Tracey with a calm eye, catching Blaise's who merely nodded in confirmation. "You idiot boys! Weasley, why didn't you stop Longbottom from adding the porcupine quills until you had taken the potion off the fire? Fifteen points from Gryffindor for wasting my time, and a detention for both of you, my office, tomorrow night at seven! Now, you four get to the Hospital Wing to get the cure administered." He quickly waved the mess away, glaring at the four who left. Turning back to the remaining class, he attempted to get back his mask of indifference. "That will be all for today, class. Bottle up what you have and hand it to me, and then be on your way."
The students did so, shuffling out of the classroom, and whenever Harry handed his and Eta's potion in, he couldn't help but wonder about the curious gaze that Professor Snape gave him. It was as if Snape were looking at a ghost or something. Shaking it away, the boy met up with his friends and the group of four went to the Hospital Wing to wait on Tracey. It only took them five minutes to arrive, but as they were about to step through the doors, Tracey stepped out, cured of her boils. "Stupid Weasley, stupid Longbottom!" She growled out, as she joined them. "I want to get back at them."
"You do know that it was an accident, right?" Eta smirked at the glare that Tracey sent her, shrugging, "But who am I to say no to some revenge?"
"That's exactly what we're going to do." Harry confirmed. "Blaise and I will think of something, and then we'll inform you ladies. Now, who's ready for lunch? I'm starving." The group of five left for the Great Hall, half the day done.
XxXx
Their first day of class done, Harry and Blaise were lounging by the fireplace, while Eta, Tracey and Daphne were nearby, working on their Transfiguration homework. "So, how do you feel about all of this?" Blaise rose an eyebrow, waiting on Harry's reaction. His brother merely shrugged, running a hand through his spiky hair.
"It's alright, considering on how it's only the first day. It's bound to get harder though, you know." Seeing Blaise nod, Harry stifled a yawn, "I'm knackered. I think I'll go to bed." He got up and stretched, nodding his goodnight to the girls before strolling toward his dormitory. However, seeing Pansy gossip with Millicent and another Slytherin girl whose name escaped him at the moment, he shifted and chose a different direction. "Parkinson." He greeted, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"What do you want, Scaletta?" She stopped whatever she was going to say, turning to glare at him. He only held out his hand, causing her to scoff, "What?"
"You owe my brother five galleons. I'm just here to collect." Harry answered.
Pansy snorted, before sneering at him, "You don't actually think I was serious, were you?"
"If you aren't good on your word, then how can we fellow Slytherin's trust you?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow as he stared at her. Pansy started to get up, only for Elise to walk over just then.
"Is there a problem, here, firsties?" She was glancing at Harry and Pansy, having seen the conversation from afar.
"Oh, no problem here at all, Elise. Pansy was just going to pay the five galleons she owes my brother, right, Pansy?" Harry smiled sweetly at her, only for the girl to grow red in the face. She eventually stopped whatever tantrum she was going to throw, for she merely reached into her bag, pulling out a small coin purse. Fishing out the requested money, she threw them at Harry, who caught them as they hit his chest and started to descent to the ground. "Pleasure doing business with you, Pansy." Turning around and winking at Elise, he nodded once to her before letting out another yawn, "As I told the others, I'm off to bed. Goodnight, Elise."
"Goodnight, Scaletta." The Prefect responded, watching the first year head to the dormitories. Pretending she didn't hear the nasty whispers and curse words that Pansy threw at his back, Elise left the table, beginning to think on what she knew and thought of Harry Scaletta so far.
I'll begin writing the next chapter immediately, and should you all have any suggestions on how Harry and co. should handle the Troll, I'm down to listen! I already have a general idea for the first five years of Harry's time at Hogwarts, but I'm always down to listen to what you all would maybe like to see. Once again, thanks to God of Vampires, aka Alucard.
I'll see you all in the next chapter! R&R
-V