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Author's note: Finally a public holiday gave me time to actually type the chapter, inbetween studies. I am trying to make chapters visually discriptive rather than verbal, constructive feedback is welcome. This is an extra long chapter to make up for the wait. Just remember that if I don't update right away, it's because of Uni.
Formatting – Caps is used for headings because bold doesn't show on will re-write chapter four when I get the chance. It won't be the same though. Enjoy :)
Chapter 11 Potions and Research
Slytherin Harry sat in the ghostly and dank confines of the Shrieking Shak mulling things over. Remembering how he had tortured Peter Petigrew before the rat dissapeared. How he had boasted about the events to Draco Malfoy of his own world and Pansy and Blaize, the gang. They all loathed him now for killing their master Lord Voldemorte and restoring peace to the wizarding world. It was Slytherin to kill, but not Slytherin to kill Voldemorte, Draco Malfoy had said. That was a no win situation. Either let Voldemorte control him, knowing the man had killed his parents, pretending to worship a psychotic fool or kill him, inevitably loosing all his friends. Slytherin Harry had chosen the later option, to his own detriment.
Even with everyone at Hogwart's fearing and worshiping him, it just made the Slytherins even more cold and distant. Slytherin Harry despised Gryffindors beyond anything else because they were he reason he had no real friends, that his family house no longer paid any heed to him; his family… The only family he ever knew was taken away the day he killed Voldemorte. Twice Voldemorte had stolen his family, once without even trying.
Sure, he practically ruled the wizarding world for what he'd accomplished, but though Harry himself was only posing as a Death Eater, most of his friends were Death Eaters and their parents sent to Azkaban; where they couldn't hurt anyone. That was the main reason the Slytherins wanted to murder him, but could not, Harry was too strong to let them try anything.
That's why he wanted to mess with the Gryffindor's of this world. The Boy-Who-Lived Gyffindor scum had friends that Slytherin Harry couldn't even dream of. It grated his nerves to see how easy it could have been. How easy it was for the Gryffindors. They whined and complained about their woes, yet none of them knew what it felt like to be truly miserable. Not even Gryffindor Harry, he still had friends who cared. Yes, Draco Malfoy was his best friend, but since Lucious was in Azkaban all they did was curse one another in the hallways. The only time they every spent time in the same room was in the hospital wing. That was something he neglected to tell Malfoy of this world. When he was conspiring with Draco Malfoy in this reality it was almost like having his friend back.
Slytherin Harry pushed those thoughts aside and smirked. The smell of his potion was absolutely vulgar, like rotten eggs mixed with off milk, but it was the best trick he could think of. A few more hours and the steaming stinkpot would be ready, deadly enough to put a whole in Willow's magical defences. No one would question why Harry was sorted to Slytherin ever again.
THE BURROWHermoine held the phone reciever tightly.
"So, have you heard anything about the Slytherin Harry yet? I mean if he's as evil as our Harry is good then that's got to be very, very bad," Hermoine was worried.
Willow replied, "He's pretty powerful and quick with potions. Knocked me out for quite some time. But he's too confident. The boy forgets that this isn't his world and he has no allies in Slytherin here. Though, Malfoy did help him I doubt anyone else would from what you have told me. I'm not worried about how poewrful he is, I just hope that he realises Slytherin's would kill him as soon as look at him."
"I hope so too. We don't want either boy to be killed. Either Harry could make Voldemorte more powerful, if Slytherin Harry is captured, that could be the end for everyone. Sure he's defeated Voldemorte in his world, but that was in his world. The rules are different here. Please let me know if you find out anything new," Hermoine asked.
"Will do and make sure Ron is who he says he is upon return. Yes, when he returns. Tie him up if you have to to be sure," Willow added.
"Okay, bye Willow, take care."
"You too Hermoine, bye."
Click, they conversation ended. Hermoine turned to face the Weasleys, every one of them staring at her in expectation.
"They haven't heard from Ron and Slytherin Harry knocked Willow out before she could bring him back to Giles's house," Hermoine explained.
"Oh, my poor dear Ron!" Mrs Weasley sobbed frantically. Hermoine felt her lips twitch, no, she had to be strong for them. Which meant ignoring her emotions for the time being. The twins gritted their teeth.
"When I get ahold of that Malfoy git I"ll kill him," George vowed.
"Grind him into the dirt," Fred added.
"Leave that to the auroras boys," Mr Weasley ordered.
"Smash his bones," George continued, sadistically.
"Turn him into a Skeleton and lock him in the closet. That's a literal joke if I ever heard one," Fred grinned.
"Make him Nearly Headless Malfoy," George chuckled.
"ENOUGH!" Hermoine slammed her hand against the kitchen bench top, glaring vehenomously at the twins. Their mother was crying hysterically and the twins' black humour was only provoking her. She sounded frighteningly like an enraged Professor. The sound made Ginny jump in the air.
"Sorry Ginny, boys can't you see your mum's upset and you're only making it worse?" Hermoine asked. The twins shifted uncomfortably, knowing too well that she was right.
"There's not much we can do for Ronikens. Unless he decides to bet his freedom over a game of chess, he'd be sure to win that." George spoke in a reminiscent manner. With a sigh he left the room. Mr and Mrs Weasley retired to their room and Ginny went outside to take her anger out on the garden gnomes with George.
"For his life," Fred corrected.
"Don't you think I don't know that? I'd trade places with him in a second if I could."
"Then it would just be him worrying about you and you're much better at it than him. Trust me, he'd be unbearable."
"Ha, I'm just pretending to do well," Hermoine sniffed. The tears she'd been fighting for so long were threatning to spill.
"No, you're not," with that Fred left. Hermoine blinked her tears away, feeling that there might be some hope yet. Hermoine glanced at the Weasley's clock; all the Weasley's were 'At Home' except for Ron's whose spoon was pointed to 'Mortal Danger' and had been that way since Slytherin Harry left the Weasleys.
MALFOY MANORRon woke up in the Malfy dungeon curiously tied to the wall by thick medieval chains.
"How typical," Ron managed to groan. His mouth was dried from ill nourishment, there was a loud thud as Draco Malfoy dumped a book on the table.
"You're awake, damn you. Ry not to annoy me or I'll have you knocked out again," Draco rowled. Then smirked, revelling in the power he nor held over his enemy the Weasley Weasel at the moment, eyes closed Ron suddenly realised how helpless his situation was. His best friend Harry was in league with Draco Malfoy and absolutely no one knew that he was missing. As far as they were concerned he was still at home, doing whatever it was Harry planned for him. Ron had no witty comebacks and did not want to antagonise Malfoy any further. Especially since his life was literally in Malfoy's hands.
"You know the only thing keeping you alive is that we need your hairs for poly juice potion and it is better if the hairs are fresh," Draco Malfoy said quite bluntly. Then went back to his studying, ignoring his prisoner.
GILES'S HOUSEDawn sat on the couch widling stakes for Buffy's patrol whilst Harry watched the tv. The rest of the Scoobie gang were in research mode.
"I can't find anything on dimension portals, this is utterly useless," Willow tossed one of Giles's books aside.
"Careful with that it's first edition," Giles picked the book up.
"Sorry, it's just so frustrating."
"I know, I've contatced Angel Invesitgations, their researching also."
"Angel, how is Angel?" Buffy asked. Dawn's ears pricked up from the mention of Angel. This sudden interest also intrigued Gryffindor Harry, though he had no idea who Angel was.
"Fine as far as I could tell, still recovering from their last battle, Wesley and Gun however…" Giles shook his head sadly.
"Dead?" Willow gasped.
"Died fighting, at least they won, but at a large cost. Angel Investigations is still picking up the pieces," Giles informed.
"Faith is going to freak, she really liked Wes as a watcher," Buffy said.
"What is Angel Investigations?" Gryffindor Harry asked.
"Kind of like the Scoobies group, fighting evil guys only they are official Private Investigators," Willow explained.
"Oh," Gryfindor Harry shrugged. Willow shook her head, during the time she spent in LA she had become to like Gun and Wesley. Quite disheartening to know people with such strength of character could fall in a battle against good and evil.
"We should send them our best," Buffy suggested.
"I already did on your behalf. We have more pressing things to worry about," Giles said. Getting straight back to his research. Dawn looked at Harry and smiled reassuringly. He was confused, they were talking about people he didn't have the faintest idea who they were. It was something Dawn had become used to, being out of the loop.
"Faith is a slayer, Angel is Buffy's ex-boyfriend, Wesley was an ex-watcher and Gun is just a vampire hunter, I didn't know him," Dawn explained.
"Okay, that makes more sense now," Gryffindor Harry smiled. Grateful that someone achnowledged his lack of knowledge about the Scoobie hystory.
"Dawn, you have no business discussing Angel with Harry, do you understand?" Buffy glared.
"Yes, Buffy," Dawn rolled her eyes. Gryffindor Harry laughed and Dawn nudged him playfully.
