AN: This chapter has been rewritten., slightly at least.
R&R.
Harry gets resorted into Slytherin, Dumbledore is being an ass, frustration, Harry is best friends with Draco and Blaise, and hates Hermoine and Ron, half gods, vampires, Snape, Ying and Yang and love (possible Slash).
¤¤Harry's thoughts¤¤.
&&Draco and Snapes thoughts&&.
€€Other not so important peoples thoughts€€.
"Everybody when they talk".
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Chapter: 5
Harry sat at the end of the Slytherin table and chucked huge amounts of food into his mouth, he was so incredible hungry. Food had never tasted this good before, maybe it was because Harry hadn't been eating properly in a week now. He hadn't eaten more than a piece of bread each day after he was resorted by the old man.
¤¤Blasted man, no wonder nobody has ever noticed his fake facade. Well, I must be somewhat unique then, yes purely divine.¤¤
"Moohahahahahah" Harry laughed to himself and earned a lot of stares from the house mates.
"What do you think you're looking at?" the one on the receiving end started and quickly turned their glance away from the madman in front of them.
Harry continued eating the lovely lunch; he was just about to take a sip from his pumpkin juice when he felt a hand touching his left shoulder. Harry's glance swept over the resting hand, pink nail varnish, he let his glance wander further up over the arm of the owner. And the owner was of course nobody else than Pansy Parkinson, the famous female Slytherin.
She smiled candy sweetly at Harry. "Hey Harry, how are you feeling, do you like it here in Slytherin?"
Harry looked at her hand with dislike, pinched it away like it was some filthy trash, and answered her in a condescending voice.
"And why are you suddenly so interested in me, piggy? Are you looking for some gossip you can share with your pathetic friends? Get a life; you're nothing but a fat, ugly gossip queen! Now go, go to your 'friends' you have nothing to do here, you're a mere brain dead girl, nothing else".
Harry had risen while he was answering Miss Piggy, and now stood and glared at her with a look that would have made Snape envious. Pansy herself was shocked, her hands now hung limply at her sides as she looked around herself seeking a safe exit. Everybody stared at Harry with dinning plate eyes.
"I ...I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I..I..."
Draco, even though he had placed himself at the other side of the table, had heard the whole conversation. He had seen Pansy talking to Harry, Harry answering, and Pansy getting more and more ghostly white in the face. He was overall very impressed of Harry, the gods only knew how many times he had tried to get the two legged pig to shut up, though so far his efforts had been in vain. And with Pansy's fat sweaty hands all over him too, no you needed a really strong stomach to handle that thing.
Draco rose and walked over to the two. All eyes in the in the hall went from Draco to Harry and Pansy like they were watching a tennis match.
€€Oh no, this means war, Potter is yelling at Draco's old girlfriend and house mate, Draco is so going to hit his face into pudding.€€ Was the common trail of thoughts at the moment.
But Draco didn't stand with Pansy, his old girlfriend and protect her, to everyone's shock he stood by Harry Potter's side, his enemy. He looked up at Harry, (Harry was a good 5 centimetres taller than Draco, having grown a lot during the summer) a sly smile playing at his lips. Draco turned towards his ex-girlfriend and house mate and asked innocently, well, as innocently as a Malfoy could.
"What are you still doing here Parkinson? Didn't you hear Potter tell you to vanish?"
Pansy was again in shock, Draco, her beloved Draco chose to defend his enemy instead of her! Her world was spinning around too fast for her to stand on her feet.
"But...but..." Pansy stammered, looking like she was about to faint.
Draco smirked and shook his head at her. "Do not 'but' me honey. I advise you to leave us Slytherins alone, you don't belong here anymore, you're a Hufflepuff now, a weak Hufflepuff".
Pansy looked from Draco to Harry, Harry's face was expressionless, but inside he was a huge question mark. Pansy made a small whimpering noise and hurried towards the Great Hall doors on the other side of the room.
The great hall was deadly silent, nobody dared to move a finger, well except from Crabbe and Goyle whom never stopped eating. Even if the ceiling fell down they wouldn't abandon their precious food.
Draco nodded to Harry and walked back to his seat. Harry himself sat down again and started to eat as if nothing unusual had happened. But behind the facades of the two boys there were many unanswered questions.
After lunch the Slytherins had double Potions. Harry was early and found a desk in the back of the dark classroom. He refused to believe that just because he was a Slytherin now that Snape would go easier on him. No Sir, couldn't have something like that! Snape had never liked Harry much, and Harry had never liked him either, so there was really no problem.
The class started to fill up.
¤¤Great just what I need, double Potions with the bloody Gryffindors! Longbottom will surely get us all killed one day, that boy couldn't brew a first year potion if his life depended on it. And like pretty little cherries on top the cake, Mister and Missis False, the perfect couple. But just thinking of their children makes me sick, poor devils they're going to look dreadful, red busty hair and potato noses. And look what the cat dragged in, here they are.¤¤
And yes indeed they did, hand in hand they walked into the room, smiling, but their smiles soon vanished when they meet Harry's Snapeish glare.
Draco sat two desks in front of Harry with his two sidekicks. Suddenly the door sprang open and Snape stormed in as usual wearing nothing but black. Stylish really, Harry thought.
Snape stood in front of the skittish class of Slytherins and Gryffindors sixth years, and made his way towards Neville Longbottom's decks which he shared with Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger.
"Shall we try to not blow the whole classroom up today Longbottom; do you think you can do that?" Snape's silky voice filled the silent room, and Harry had difficulties trying to keep the laughter down, Weasely and Granger looked absolutely furious.
Snape left them no time to answer as he turned around and started to explain about today's potion. As the potion brewing started Snape, went around finding new and creative reasons for why he should take away points from Gryffindor. Harry smiled to himself, grateful that Snape seemed no longer interested in bugging him.
Harry didn't concentrate so much on what Professor Snape said, the potion was simple and he was quickly finished with it. It was so much easier to brew potions when you didn't have a fire breathing Professor Snape breathing down your neck. Snape was now lecturing about the affect of the potion. Harry found it highly boring and chose to concentrate on his left wrist, his mark there, he was thinking about what Dumbledore had told him about it. He stroked his right thumb over it in circles, it was a lovely feeling, he let his right index finger travel the length of the snake back and forth, back and forth.
Harry had been sitting like this, repeating the same gesture several times for some minutes now, and hadn't heard his name being called several times. So before he knew it Professor Snape stood before him with his famous 'You will respect my authority!' glare.
"Mr. Potter would you be so kind as to in light me on why your wrist is so much more interesting than my lecture. Don't believe that just because you have switched houses that you can do what ever you please. Do you care to tell the class what drew your attention away from my lecture?"
Harry tensed, but stayed quiet.
"No? I just have to take a look for myself then!" said Snape before he reached for Harry's wrist, but Harry had already risen and held his wrist close to his chest so nobody could see the mark.
"Professor, I don't think that's such a good idea."
The whole class stopped with everything they had been doing and watched the 'Potter isn't respecting Professor Snape's authority' show.
&&What can be so important to hide for him to make Professor Snape angry like that?&& Was a common thought.
Harry looked up at Snape's eyes as the latter said. "It's not a good idea you say, then may I ask why it's not such a good idea?"
Snape looked slightly irritated at the moment; he wasn't used to being challenged by his students.
"Well, you might want to speak with professor Dumbledore before you do anything drastic. I believe that if you get it your way now, you might regret your doing so later after the staff meeting today."
Snape looked strangely at Harry, who tried to stare into his eyes so Snape could read them. Snape took the sign and turned around to the class whom started because of his quick and unexpected movement.
"What are you looking at, class dismissed, leave my classroom before I take away 30 house points from each house!" Professor Snape's voice was harsh and dangerous.
Double Potions was the last class of the day, and now it was a time for everybody to meet and talk before dinner, which was a splendid time for gossip! The 'event' in Potions was by now known throughout the whole school, it was the gossip of the day.
The rumours manly said that Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, had received the dark mark in the summer, and was now a high ranked Death Eater and that's why he was resorted to Slytherin.
Harry was hiding in an old classroom, and hadn't heard any of the rumours. But he was sure that there was a horrible rumour about him after the awful Potion class. But nobody accept Dumbledore and himself knew the truth. But he had, after all, gotten Snape to leave the case on ice until he had talked to Dumbledore, which was the most important thing. Harry had a feeling Professor Snape wouldn't regret his final decision, the truth about Harry should never be known, not for a while at least.
Harry had been hiding in the abandoned classroom longer that he had believed. He was late for dinner which he had to show up for. Dumbledore wanted him to behave as normal as he could and act like nothing was wrong. Besides, he was starving.
Draco had been wandering around trying to find Harry without luck. He wanted to talk to him, he wanted answers. Draco didn't believe in the rumours, he refused to believe that Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was like his father, a Death Eater. He just couldn't be, he wasn't like Lucius, or was he?
The questions kept popping up in his head, he was turning mental, he had to get some answers! He didn't wish for Harry Potter to be a Death Eater, he wanted Harry to be the same innocent Harry Potter he always had been, though he didn't want to admit that to himself of course.
Ron, Hermoine and everybody else in the school had no problems believing that Harry had changed sides. If you had watched Harry lately you would have seen that he had changed, and many didn't find the changes positive. He had become so cold and bitter, but that wasn't hard to understand, after all his old friends had turned their back to him. Slytherin was his house now, and their enemies house; therefore, he was their enemy, a sly snake.
Harry carefully opened the door to the classroom, there was nobody outside.
¤¤Thank god.¤¤
He sneaked down the dark hall leading to the great hall. He was late, everybody had already gone in to the hall, and he was the last one.
TBC-