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"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.
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. I updated Daphne's look, as I've always pictured her as a blonde, rather than a brunette or the like.
-V
Classes began to fall into a slight repetition. Go to Transfiguration, earn a few measly points, go to Herbology and get dirty (much to Blaise's displeasure and Harry's amusement), sleep through History of Magic, try not to have something explode in Potions, and try not to be utterly bored out of their mind at Defense Against the Dark Arts. Their teacher, Quirrell, reeked of garlic, had a huge stutter worse than Longbottom and seemed to be scared of his own shadow. Just what was that man doing teaching? He was a joke.
Charms was fun in Harry's opinion, while Blaise thought it was a bit bland. The two had done nothing but gain points for Slytherin, thus gaining the elder snakes respect. They continued to train in the mornings, and when Elise joined them, they trained her as well.
Today was a particularly good day, as they were going to do their first flying lesson. The only bad news was that it was with the Gryffindors, and that spelled trouble. Harry and co. entered the Great Hall, ignoring the glares from Weasley and his lot, sitting down at their normal spot at the Slytherin table, near the end. Gathering a bit of sausage links, bacon, eggs, toast, and a single hotcake, Harry reached for a nearby Goblet and took a tentative sip. He sighed blissfully, taking a longer drink. "Ah, coffee...delicious." He murmured, causing Blaise to kick him under the table. "Ow, Blaise, what the hell?"
"How much sugar?" Blaise narrowed his eyes, only for Harry to sip his coffee in reply, staring at the dark-skinned boy in return.
"Is a bunch of sugar a bad thing?" Tracey questioned innocently, only for Harry to slam his goblet down on the table, sighing happily. The boy in question began to eat his food in a civilized manner, completely ignoring the glare his brother sent him.
"It's only a bad thing because Blaise can't stand having sugar in his coffee." Harry answered, while stabbing a sausage link and chewing on it. He batted away Daphne and Blaise's forks, as per their routine, only for Tracey to swoop in and steal some egg. "Seriously, how do you keep stealing my food? I'm gonna have to start wielding both my fork and knife, fend off both sides." He mumbled.
"You don't just add sugar to your coffee, Harry," Blaise shook his head, "you put enough in there to put someone into a diabetic coma." Seeing Daphne's confused look, he shook his head again, "Nevermind."
Quickly finishing his food, Harry stood up and offered a wide grin, "C'mon, Blaise, let's go fly!" He then ran off, leaving the other four at the table.
"I...are we just gonna let him run off?" Eta deadpanned, before she sighed and stood, following the general direction of where Harry went. She suddenly let out a scream as Harry popped out from behind a suit of armor before hastily drawing her wand, only for Harry to duck and knock her hand to the side, gripping it tightly. "That wasn't nice, Harry." She growled out, only to hear Daphne and Tracey giggle. "Shut it, you two."
"I dunno, seemed like a good idea to me." Harry responded cheerily, before he let Eta's hand go. "C'mon, let's go fly, and hope that my sugar high doesn't end before then."
"Note to self, keep sugar away from Harry." Blaise said to the girls, who merely nodded in agreement. Eta, however, sported a small blush from how Harry's hand felt on hers. Tracey took note and opened her mouth to say something, only for Eta to silence her with a glare.
The group of five arrived where the flying lessons would be held, a little ways outside of the courtyard, on a grassy hill. Other Slytherins were already there, such as Malfoy and his ilk. Said blonde sneered at Harry and Blaise, the two promptly ignoring them. Pansy glared daggers at Harry, as if her gaze would cause him to keel over, while Harry merely offered a wide smile back. The Gryffindor's all filed out, opposite of the Slytherin's and while the snakes had their grudges and problems, when faced against the other houses, they were united. So, all of them adopted a mask of indifference, except for Blaise, who continued to smile politely to the other house.
Weasley, Finnigan and Thomas all glared at the Slytherin's, Malfoy and his goons sneering back. Madam Hooch finally strolled out and smiled, her golden hawk-like eyes observing the glass, "Good morning, class!"
"Good morning, Madam Hooch." The kids all chorused respectfully.
"Today is your first flying lesson. Now, seeing as how everyone is in front of their brooms, I want you all to stick a hand out and say 'Up.' You have to say it with feeling, otherwise it won't work." Madam Hooch instructed.
Harry held out his right hand and murmured a small, "Up." The broom practically shot into his hand, as he gripped the handle and smiled somewhat, "Whoa." He turned and saw that Blaise was having some difficulty, while Daphne and Eta's, along with Malfoy's all were in their hands. Tracey's, along with Granger's, refused to leave the ground, probably due to some fear of flying or heights. Longbottom's twitched on the ground, while Weasley's shot up and hit him in the nose, causing a snicker from the Slytherin side.
"Everyone have their brooms? Excellent. Now, on my whistle we're going to mount our brooms, grip the handle so no one will fall off, and rise up into the air slowly. Once we're a little bit off the ground, we'll descend and land." She raised the whistle to her lips, only to drop it as Longbottom began to rise in the air, "Mr. Longbottom, I haven't given the signal. Mr. Longbottom?" She questioned, watching as the boy steadily rose higher. Suddenly he shot off, causing her to yell, "Mr. Longbottom, get back down here this instant!"
The boy screamed, and everyone watched in morbid fascination as the broom slammed Longbottom into the castle walls. "Should we do something?" Tracey whispered, only for Harry to raise an eyebrow at her, "What? Despite him being a Gryffindor, he's still a human being."
"Nah, he'll be fine." Blaise answered, watching as Longbottom hung by his robes on a stone spear held by a statue. "Maybe." He winced as the boy fell, only to be caught by a torch holder, the sharp points saving Longbottom, if only for a brief moment. Longbottom yelped as he fell, everyone hearing a small crunch from when the boy landed. "See? He's fine." Blaise said with a smile, only for Tracey to shove him, "What?"
"Blaise, Tracey, behave." Eta sniffed slightly, watching as Madam Hooch attended to Longbottom, the two departing for the Hospital Wing. Harry took note of something shiny, strolling over and picking it up. He blinked slightly, turning to his friends, "That's a rememberall, Harry. If the smoke turns red, it means you forgot something."
Harry nodded in acceptance at the answer and was about to pocket it, only for Weasley and Malfoy to stroll up. "Give it here, Scaletta." Weasley stated, while Malfoy merely shoved Weasley out of the way.
"Normally I'd die before agreeing with a Weasley, but rather than give it to him, why not give it to me?" Malfoy said, looking at Harry expectantly. Harry raised an eyebrow looking at the two in a somewhat bored fashion before he pocketed Longbottom's trinket. Without a word, he pocketed it and turned away, ignoring how the two behind him began to squabble.
Soon the class ended, and everyone went to their next class. Professor Snape however, was watching from a nearby window leaving Dumbledore's office. He pursed his lips in thought, and sighed at the oncoming headache. He really didn't like to hear bout how Draco's father would hear about this... He turned on his heel and headed towards the dungeons, intent on making the Gryffindors miserable. It was quite fun.
"Harry, where are you going?" Daphne questioned, her dark brown eyes staring at him with curiosity. He simply held up the remembrall and left the library without a word. However, hearing footsteps behind him, he stopped and turned slightly, seeing Eta come up to him.
"Slytherin's have to stick together, Harry. Honestly." She rolled her eyes at him, making a small show to fix her hair as they soon became surrounded by moving students who were headed to the Great Hall for lunch. "I still don't see why you're going to give Longbottom his trinket back, anyway." She turned up her nose slightly, as the two moved toward the Hospital Wing.
"Just seemed like the right thing to do. I don't trust Weasley, and I know that your brother would rather taunt Longbottom than give it back to him." Harry explained quietly, shrugging. She seemed to accept this answer, nodding slightly before they descended down the stairs. Arriving at the Fourth floor, they continued on their way only to encounter Longbottom, Weasley, Finnigan and Thomas. "There you are, Longbottom." Harry spoke first, unconsciously moving in front of Eta, shielding her with his body.
"W-wh-what do you w-w-want?" Longbottom stuttered out, only to blink in shock as Harry wordlessly held out his remembrall. He took it with a trembling hand, before nodding, "T-thanks." The two Slytherin's left without another word, headed to the Great Hall to join their friends. They continued on in relative silence before Eta suddenly stopped near the girls lavatory.
"Mind waiting? I have to freshen up." Without waiting for a reply, she vanished, leaving Harry to stand there awkwardly. He shuffled from side to side, eyes moving constantly. He knew he was paranoid, but he couldn't help it. He would rather be on his guard all the time, than to be taken unaware. So what if he never really relaxed? Who needed to relax anyway? Certainly not Harry. He jumped if only slightly whenever Eta re-appeared and latched onto his arm, dragging him along to the Great Hall. "Thanks for waiting, Harry." She said sweetly, although she was somewhat tense. Harry opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, only to clamp it shut whenever she dug her nails into his skin.
They arrived at the Slytherin table, and Daphne took notice of how on edge Eta seemed to be. Wordlessly she rose an eyebrow at Harry, who shrugged somewhat helplessly. She nodded slightly, which Harry took for a good sign. Maybe she would be able to help Eta. Girls were weird, he concluded, as he threw a quick sandwich together of roast beef, cheese, mustard and jalapenos. He washed it down with some pumpkin juice, hearing Blaise murmur, "The mail's here." Looking up, the mail had indeed arrived. Hedwig and Kestrel landed beside their owners and while Kestrel stole a piece of sausage from Blaise, Hedwig simply pecked at Harry's ear affectionately before flying off once the letter had been detached from her leg. "Bloody owl." Blaise growled out as Kestrel drew blood from pecking his knuckle too hard and flying off, more sausage in its beak.
Unfolding the letter, Harry began to read the familiar chicken scratch of his father's handwriting:
Harry,
How is Hogwarts? How are your classes going? Which house did you get sorted into, and is Blaise with you? Your Ma says hi, and that she misses you terribly. I hope you're having loads of fun, and we can't wait to see you come Christmas time. Since I know you made some friends, or at least acquaintances, she said to invite them over for the holidays. She's apparently going back to how she used to run things around that time of the year, with a ball, of all things. Here's hoping I can still fit into my old tux, eh? Cody and Michael both ask if you and Blaise are keeping up with your training, and for your sake, I hope you are. They're slave drivers when they want to be. Write back soon.
Love,
Vito
Harry smiled somewhat and exchanged letters with Blaise, which was written from their mother. It basically said the same thing, so having to reply to both parents wouldn't be too difficult. He frowned as he turned to Blaise somewhat, "Blaise?" He questioned.
"Mm?" His brother grunted out, taking a bite from his sandwich.
"Do...do you remember those dance lessons Mother gave us a few years back?" Harry watched as his brother paled somewhat, before he nodded, "Do y'think we'll have to take a refresher course?" Blaise merely groaned and stuffed his head down atop of his arms, while Harry patted his brother on the back. "Yeah, me too, buddy." They ignored the giggles of the girls, and soon the group left for Transfiguration.
The lesson in itself was boring, but after the class ended, there was a small confrontation outside. Of course, it was between Malfoy and Weasley. "Please, Weasley, if you were half the wizard you said you were, you wouldn't be so poor." Malfoy sneered.
"I'll show you, Malfoy, just how much of a wizard I really am." Weasley snapped, growing red in the face, "How about tonight? Seamus here is my second."
"Fine, eleven at the trophy room." Malfoy confirmed, "Crabbe's my second." Seeing Weasley look hesitant, Malfoy smirked, "What? Scared of a little Wizard's Duel?"
"No, Malfoy, I'm not. You're on!" Weasley vowed, as the Gryffindor's shoved their way past the Slytherin's. Soon the crowd dispersed, but Harry looked somewhat thoughtful.
"What is it, Harry?" Eta questioned quietly, seeing his look.
"Well, I think I have a way to get both Malfoy and Weasley into trouble." Harry answered.
She was silent for a moment before a smile spread across her face, "Go on." And so, Harry began to tell his plan to the female Malfoy, which spread to the others as well. The group of five made their way down to the dungeons, only to encounter just the person they wanted to see. Harry broke away from the group and approached, ignoring the hiss the man's furball gave him. "Mr. Filch?" He called out. The Hogwarts caretaker whipped his head around, staring at Harry with a scowl, and bloodshot eyes.
"What do ye want?" He grumbled out.
"Oh, I just wanted to inform you that I have overheard that two Gryffindor's challenged two Slytherin's to a duel tonight in the trophy room at eleven. Normally I wouldn't be selling out my fellow snakes, but he needs to be taken down a peg or two. Perhaps, if these two Slytherin's couldn't enter the common room after curfew, they might...oh, I don't know, get caught?" Harry smirked internally as Filch smiled nastily, showing crooked and yellowed teeth.
"Say no more, lad. Students out of bed deserved to be punished." Filch agreed, while Harry pulled out two galleons, slipping them into Filch's hand.
"Might I suggest that you didn't hear this from me?" Seeing Filch nod, Harry continued, "Also, one more suggestion, Mr. Filch. You may want to inform Professor McGonagall after dinner." With that, Harry turned away and rejoined his friends who were off to the side, studying paintings or talking among one another. Seeing Eta's raised eyebrow, Harry merely nodded and murmured, "Here's hoping it works."
That night, at approximately 11:30, Harry was finishing up his homework, lounging by the fire. The door to the Common Room opened and Malfoy and Crabbe entered, Malfoy obviously angered at something. "I can't believe that we got detention. Who does that squib think he is?" Malfoy hissed out, only for Crabbe to nod in agreement. "How did they even know we would be out and about tonight? Oh well, at least Weasley and Finnigan got caught as well, so some good came out of it." Seeing Harry, Malfoy stopped short and glared, "Scaletta."
"What, Malfoy?" Harry questioned, as he began to put away his stuff.
"I bet you're the one that got us into trouble!" Malfoy spoke, his volume rising with each word. Harry merely turned and crossed his arms, while leaning against the couch, causing Malfoy to take a few steps forward, only for Harry's eyes to flash dangerously.
"Malfoy, praytell, what would I have to gain for getting you into trouble? You know that I hold house loyalty above all else. If you lose points, you bring disrespect and shame upon the name of Slytherin. I have no reason to do that. But you do, apparently." His lips upturned into a smirk as Malfoy grew red in the face. He whipped out his wand, only for it to go flying out of his hand toward the right. They all turned to see Flint standing there with Elise, one looking at the confrontation with amusement, the other with annoyance.
"So, what's going on here, Malfoy?" Flint questioned.
"Scaletta here got me in trouble somehow with Filch!" Malfoy accused, pointing a finger at Harry. The two Prefects turned to look at the boy, who had on an emotionless mask of indifference. "I don't know how, but he did!"
"Please, Malfoy. You got yourself into trouble because you got caught." Elise said, her hands on her hips.
"No one was talking to you, you half-blood." Malfoy, caught up in his anger spat out. However, he seemed to realize his words, and just whom he was talking to, for he paled and stared at her with wide eyes. Elise, to her credit, merely narrowed her eyes before turning to Flint. The other Prefect merely smiled nastily before watching as Elise quickly whipped out her wand and hexed Malfoy. "Please, you hardy did anything..." he trailed off, watching as his hair began to fall out. "What did you do?" He whispered, his voice coming out in a whine.
"Instant scalping hex." Elise informed him before she shrugged, "Don't insult your betters, Malfoy. Ten points from Slytherin, and a detention will be in order, I believe. Oh, quit whining about your hair, you foolish brat!" She snapped, before sighing, "Go to bed, the both of you. Malfoy, if you're so concerned about your bloody appearance, wear a hat, or see if Professor Snape will show some pity on you and help you grow your hair back." The two scurried off, but not before Malfoy received his wand back from Flint, who scowled at the boy. The two Prefects turned and gazed at Harry, who merely nodded to them and pulled out some galleons. Flint took three, and Elise declined the offered coin, who waved it away. "Just happy to help, Scaletta." She said softly, before turning to Flint, "Go get some sleep, Flint. Thanks for your help."
"What can I say, Piper? I love to help out aspiring business men." He gave another crooked grin to Harry, before heading to his room.
"Thank you, Elise. I sincerely mean that." The first year murmured, only for the Prefect to envelop Harry in a hug. The boy returned it, and blushed slightly whenever she placed a kiss on his head.
"Go get some sleep, it's late." Elise sent him off, before turning out any lights that remained on, and dousing the fire with a quick Augmenti.
XxXx
Halloween soon fell upon Hogwarts, and as such, it reflected. Peeves the poltergeist was throwing dungbombs that looked like pumpkins, trying to cause his own mischief, while the Bloody Baron, Slytherin's ghost, tried to keep him in line. Suits of Armor danced or tried to scare the first years, while the upper years continued on as if it were nothing.
Malfoy systematically continued to get in trouble for things he didn't do, or getting caught. It appeared that he was the Slytherin fall man, and as such, it lowered his standing in the house of snakes. Pansy even stopped being seen with him, dropping him like a hot plate. The only ones that were with Malfoy were Crabbe and Goyle, but who knew how long that would last.
The rest of Slytherin, however, continued to become stronger and even more united. Flint continued to watch out for Harry and Blaise, even though the two didn't need it. He, along with Pucey and some other upper years kept an eye on the first years, and should the first years be pranked by the Weasley twins, or attacked by any of the other houses, retribution was swift and hard.
The first year Slytherin's had Charms with the Gryffindor's, and today's lesson would be over the levitation charm. "Now class, remember to swish and flick your wand, with the incantation being Wingardium Leviosa. Now, off you go."
Harry practiced the swish and flick part, trying to get it down before he tried his hand at the spell itself. Confident in his abilities, he did as instructed and stated, "Wingardium Leviosa." With a grin, he watched as the feather he was practicing on, lazily floated up into the air and did a few loops before floating back down. Professor Flitwick applauded and cheered slightly, awarding Slytherin five points. Soon after, Blaise, Eta and Daphne managed to achieve success as well, all obtaining two points a piece.
On the Gryffindor side, Granger was busy berating Weasley, trying to help him out, only for Weasley to sulk whenever she showed him up. "C'mon, Weasley, surely you can put forth some effort." Tracey snarked out, only for Weasley to glare at her. He mumbled something under his breath, that only she heard. However, she stiffened up slightly, and her expression hardened as anger shone in her eyes. Whenever class ended, she gathered her books and supplies, and before anyone could ask or stop her, she fled.
"Daphne, Eta, would you two mind going after her?" Harry questioned quietly, only watching as the two blondes went after their friend. Harry turned and was shouldered roughly by one crying Granger, before he sighed. "Friggin' Weasley...making women cry. What a git." He shook his head before he and Blaise strolled over to the where Weasley, Finnigan and Longbottom were standing. "So, Weasley." He crossed his arms, ignoring the wands that were already in the Gryffindor's hands, "Mind telling me what you told Tracey?"
The redhead glared and looked at the two somewhat nervously, before he grew confident and puffed out his chest, "Yeah. I said that she should have just died along with her whore of a mother, and that her Death Eater dad was glad to be rid of her." He barely had time to react before a quick right cross collided with his face, breaking his nose. He fell to the ground in a heap, blood pouring freely as he rose to his feet. "Youw basward! You broth my nose!"
"Oh dear, that does seem troubling. You may want to go to the Hospital Wing." Professor Snape spoke up from behind him, causing the three Gryffindor's to whirl around.
"But Professor, Scaletta-" Finnigan started, only for his sentence to die off whenever Snape turned his glare toward him.
"I know what Mr. Scaletta did. He protected a housemates honor for Mr. Weasley's cheek. Take him to the Hospital Wing, now." Professor Snape's tone suggested no more room for argument, and sending glares to the two Slytherin's, the three went off. "Mr. Scaletta, Mr. Zabini, five points apiece for upholding Slytherin honor and unity. However, might I suggest that you don't act like common muggles in broad daylight? At least get him in a secluded classroom first." With that, their Head of House walked off, robes billowing.
"C'mon, let's go put our stuff up in the Common Room." Blaise suggested, while Harry nodded. On the way there, he began to formulate a plan, because a simple punch and broken nose didn't sate his appetite to harm Weasley. Arriving, the boys dropped off their bags in the dormitories, and ensuring that the knives and holster were strapped firmly to their forearms, the two left for the dinner at the Great Hall.
The two sat down at their normal spot, only to be joined by Daphne and Eta a few moments later. "Where's Tracey?" Harry questioned.
"She's in the bathroom, crying her eyes out. She wouldn't listen to Daphne nor myself, and to make matters worse, Granger showed up a few moments later, bawling her eyes out too." Eta said, her face scrunching up in slight disgust.
"Well, you have Weasley to thank for that as well." Blaise answered, explaining what occurred after the girls left to go after Tracey. Eta's expression was unreadable, while Daphne's eyes promised pain to Weasley.
"He needs to pay, besides a broken nose!" Daphne hissed out, stabbing at her roast with anger.
"Don't worry, he will. I have a plan." Harry answered, but he wouldn't open up anymore whenever prompted by the others. Dinner was just slowly beginning whenever the doors to the Great Hall burst open, revealing Quirrell who ran in screaming.
"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" He observed everyone who fell silent, while Dumbledore stood up from his chair at the staff table, "Thought you'd ought to know." Then, his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he fainted. Chaos ensured, as everyone began scrambling and screaming. Harry, however, had one thought on his mind. He barely heard Dumbledore order everyone back to their dormitories, tuned out the fact that the Slytherin's were now headed to the library since their common room was in the dungeons. He pushed his way past everyone and met up with Professor Snape, who merely regarded him with barely disguised impatient.
"It's Tracey, sir. She's in the girls bathroom, and doesn't know about the troll." Harry explained, causing Professor Snape's eyes to widen for only a moment before they narrowed. He nodded slightly and went over to inform Professor's McGonagall and Flitwick, before all three hurried out of the Great Hall, hopefully toward Tracey. Dumbledore, Sprout, Sinistra, and Hagrid all went to the dungeons in an attempt to subdue the troll. What Hagrid would do, Harry didn't know, nor did he care.
He turned and went to join his friends headed to the library, only to narrow his eyes. Where was Quirrell? The man just...vanished? Hadn't he fainted, though? He sighed and rubbed his forehead in irritation. He felt a headache coming on, and a mystery that he didn't want to solve. He shook the thought out of his mind and met up with Daphne, Eta and Blaise, all three who seemed worried about Harry's disappearance, although Eta seemed more worried than Blaise, for some reason Harry couldn't figure out.
The entirety of Slytherin house all sat in joined tables at the library, waiting for when they could go back to the dormitories. After about thirty minutes since the chaos occurred, Professor Snape entered, looking pale, his hair matted to his head. Behind him, was an equally pale Tracey, who was embraced by her friends. Harry looked to Professor Snape and nodded his thanks, briefly looking down to see that Professor Snape was bleeding from a nasty looking wound on his leg. Meeting Professor Snape's eyes again, his head of house merely shook his head, signifying that Harry wouldn't find out what caused it.
"The troll has been dealt with. If it hadn't been for Mr. Scaletta's quick thinking, then Ms. Davis might not still be with us right now." Almost every head in Slytherin turned to stare at Harry, who shrugged, "I award him twenty points. Now, if you all follow me, we will continue the Halloween feast in the common room." Professor Snape turned and ignored the pain in his leg while he led his House back to the common room. He had no doubt about it now, Harry Scaletta looked like a miniature version of James Potter (albeit with hair that was actually tamable), with Lily Potter's anger and eyes. He needed to talk to Dumbledore.
And that's it for Ch. 7! I know I may have missed a few things (or a lot), and I know I haven't really explained why no one has made the connection to James and Lily being Harry's parents until now, but it will be explained further in Ch. 8. Hope you all have enjoyed this chapter! R&R! A big thank you, once again to God of Vampires aka Alucard.
-V