Thank you so much for being patient with me! I was struggling with getting motivation to continue this and managed edit this chapter twice so hopefully the storyline and spellings is correct.
Again, thank you so much for waiting! Please review on how I can improve this and I will reply to all recent/old reviews in next chapter as well.
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Warnings: Savage Harrison of course, mentions of abuse (scars and flashbacks etc. ) and self harm IN THE FUTURE CHAPTERS, horrible Potters, Bashing Dumbledore along with the Potters and most Weasleys (spoiler; The Weasley Twins, Bill and Charlie will not be like the horrid and bashing people here! Whoop!), a bit of smut andddd then swearing of course.
Disclaimer: Gosh... too many fanfictions has these so here's mine: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING RELATED GOD HOW HARD IS IT?! I'M UNFORTUNATELY NOT JK ROWLING...
Chapter Two.
Harrison perked up from his reading of his books to see his father, Death, smiling at him from behind.
He leaped up from behind his desk full of his books and ran into his father's arms.
"I miss you..." Harrison murmured into the warm chest, smelling the familiar dark magic scent and the comforting smell of earth that was also there too.
He felt warm fingers running through the locks of his soft raven hair.
"I was only gone for three days and yet you are doing alright with the Potters except to frighten them." Death look at his son in his arms with amusement. Harrison peeked at his father and glared almost menacingly.
"My 'younger brother' really got on my nerves so I hexed him a couple of times! Come on father, doesn't the idea of him almost permanently stuck to his oh 'wonderful' broom while flying? Or perhaps when I hexed his food to not be able to be picked up by him when he tried to eat? The look on his face was hilarious!" Harrison crackled in amusement at the last 3 days.
Death shook his head fondly and carried on stroking his son's dark hair.
"I must admit that sounds amusing, I must get the memories of them," Death smirked, "I do hope you'll meet the Weasley Twins as they are good pranksters in my opinion."
"Oh? The Weasley twins? Hmm I'll see if I can catch them somewhere on the train before we arrive at Hogwarts then. Any news, father?"
Death shook his head at the question but paused with a daze in his eyes. Harrison waited patiently for him to snap back and raised a perfect eyebrow at his father's new smirk.
"Oh I do definitely see that you'll have plenty of pranks to see to this year and onwards... as the old goat will be hiring James Potter and then..."
He groaned and his father chuckled, "You don't sound pleased my son."
"Of course I'm not! I was hoping aleast to have a peaceful year with my 'real family'. " Harrison groaned again and let his head drop back onto his father's chest.
"It won't be that bad, aleast you have your Draco... namely Dragon as gathered from your interesting mind." Teased Death, Harrison blushed immediately at the effect.
"F-Father! He's not 'my Draco'! And since when you decided to look in my mind?!" Harrison blushed harder at the image of the blond haired boy in the new Hogwarts robes while standing on the measuring platform when Harrison first saw him while looking for new robes.
Death gave no answer to that, leaving his son to 'whine' about him.
He glanced to the oak doors, sensing four people making their way to his son's room and nodded to Harrison.
Harrison almost pouted and gave his father a quick last hug, then rushed to his desk to spell the books to first year books. It would be suspicious if he was already five or six years ahead his own year group.
He sat down quickly to open a first year book and started reading the familiar words again, he sensed his father leaving and almost saddened at the empty air...
There was a knock on the doors, Harrison glared at the damn doors and drawled at the people behind to enter.
James, Lily, Kevin and surpisingly Dumbledore entered with smug expressions. Harrison almost groaned in remembrance of what his father said about the incoming events, he turned in his chair to stare coldly at his 'family' and 'headmaster'.
"How may I help you lot?" He spoke coldly, making them all flinch much to his pleasure.
"My dear boy, it seems that your father has finally got the Quidditch teaching post as our former one had decided to retire. And your dear mother has an part-time teaching post with Professor McGonagall. Now, my dear boy, I expect you to help your brother as much you can." Dumbledore cheerfully announced with an annoying twinkle in his eyes.
Harrison's left eye almost twitched in annoyance as he pleasantly spoke coldly, "Oh sure I will be helping. In fact, a lot more than I'll be intending to. Now leave."
Dumbledore almost lost his famous twinkle for that moment there but held himself up high and left silently with the Potters who were frozen with fear.
"Headmaster! He cannot be near Kevin at any means! He's definitely Dark!" James yelled at the old man in colourful robes in front of him when the oak doors slammed shut behind them.
Lily nodded in agreement while cowering behind James and clutching her youngest son tightly with her pale hands.
Dumbledore sighed, clearly showing his old age "We can only hope to guide him to the right path, its all for the greater good James..."
James nodded and frowned, "How would he be so cold? Surely the Dursleys treated him like we treat our dear Kevin?"
"I do not know, I truly do not know my dear boy..."
Harrison smirked while he leaned away from the door and walked to his trunk. Hissing a password for his small storage to open at the top, he picked up his wand and silently warded his room then quickly making it trace less. He smirked and tucked the Blackthorn wand in the wand holster on his right arm.
It was a couple of days afterwards that the Weasley family finally came over for dinner and Harrison was told rather sternly that he was to behave. Harrison gave a glare in return that made the Potters scoot off immediately like terrified mice.
The Weasley family was noisy and rather bashful except for the tallest boy namely Percy who just sat down and started reading silently, Harrison spotted the red haired twins rather quickly when he first entered the living room.
They turned to look at him and smirked, it was like they knew what Harrison was thinking.
The Twins immediately turned back to their family and carried on being loud and rude.
Harrison carried his disguised Charms book and sat down on a armchair by the fireplace quietly, he glanced curiously at Percy next to him who carried on reading.
He narrowed his eyes and thought carefully about this quiet Weasley, he could be interesting...
While reading, Harrison could hear his younger brother rather well considering that he was boasting loudly, surrounded by an awe-struck boy namely Ronald and a blushing, clingy girl called Ginny.
Harrison looked up from his book to look at the group in distain and glanced to the adults who were chatting cheerfully, completely forgetting about the quiet ones and the noisy twins.
The Weasley mother noticed him finally and strutted over to Harrison much to his dislike, she beamed rather brightly and chirped, "Ooh you must be Harry! Gosh I hear so much about you from your dear parents, how are you doing in the wizarding world dear? I do hope your Muggle family wasn't too hard on you, my dear. My boys would be very much happy to help you with anything, especially my Ron-kins."
He almost snickered at the nickname and almost felt irritated by the word 'dear'...
God every damn person has to say 'dear'?
"Of course, Mrs Weasley. Thank you and I will ask your youngest son if I need anything." Harrison said almost sweetly, but the Weasley mother didn't take any notice.
"Oh oh of course! And please do call me Molly, Mrs Weasley do make me feel old hohoho! You're a very polite boy! I wish all of my children would be like you, the twins are enough hohoho!" Her chin wobbled rather cheerfully with her strange laughs and waved him off as she returned to the other adults.
Harrison wrinkled his nose, too far sweet and fake for his liking... does she really have to fake it all the way through and try to woo him? He knew better than that of course.
Moving his roast dinner around his fancy white plate (even has the Potter badge on! Come on Potters! Seriously?), Harrison looked at the people near him in boredom.
It seemed that the Weasley Twins and Percy only wanted to sit next to him, he glanced to them. Fred was whispering in his brother's ear rather secretly and Percy barely touched his food as he read on in his book, lost in his own world perhaps.
The twins glanced to Harrison with a gleam that he recognised well... mischief and curious interest in him. Hogwarts would have to watch out for this group!
Harrison nodded to the twins with a smirk which they returned, the rest of the company at the table shivered with unknown dread.
Harrison laid in bed, he was exhausted after spending the evening with the noisy Weasleys. He stared at the ceiling with a blank expression, feeling rather lonely.
He blinked and snapped out of it when he felt another body next to him and only looked up to see his father smiling at him. Death took his son in his arm after chucking away his outer black robes, Harrison sighed happily and burrowed into his father's chest.
"How was the Weasleys today?" Death asked while reaching for his son's hair and started to stroke the smooth locks.
"Noisy and loud." Harrison said bluntly and Death chuckled.
"What did you expect after all?"
Harrison didn't answer... he was asleep already.
[Arriving at Platform 9 3/4 on the first day]
Harrison yawned into his hand as he pulled his weightless trunk along, he secretly placed a light feathering spell on it and laughed rather evilly when Kevin fell several times from the weight of his enormous fancy trunk.
Harrison ran into the barrier first then when he arrived on the other side, he smirked as he took out his blackthorn wand and hexed the barrier to close for his "dear younger brother" but everyone else would be able to pass.
"That was very clever, Harrison."
A familiar drawling voice was heard from behind him and he spun around to meet the pale grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Thank you, Draco."
They both smirked at each other and started walking towards the shiny red train namely Hogwarts Express. Harrison followed behind him with a light blush on his pale cheeks.
They found a compartment for themselves; it had a good view of the station itself, soft light-brown seats with metal shelves high above them and a smooth clean table in the middle.
Harrison took a seat besides the window and placed his trunk next to him on the seat while Draco did the same on the other side.
Taking out his blackthorn wand, Harrison warded the compartment to look like a dirty storeroom to others if they look in ever as well as warding the room to keep sounds/voices in.
Draco nodded in thanks and glanced out of the window to silently stare at the parents kissing their children goodbyes.
Harrison noticed and asked cautionly, "Did your parents see you off?"
Draco looked from the window to Harrison and shook his head, "They refused to go in as 'it was too crowded and inproper of them kissing me in public'."
Harrison narrowed his eyes in frown, "Do you like them?"
Draco sighed and leaned on his hand while leaning on the windowstill, "No... I don't. I do not match their perfect views of a pureblood son nor a loyal follower of You-Know-Who..."
Draco looked shocked at himself to suddenly say that and looked to Harrison in fear but met with a warm smiling face.
"Draco, you are you no matter what they want you to be. Come with me for summers instead of them, I have many inherited properties that's waiting to be used. Voldemort isn't our problem as 'Ooh the Boy-Who-Lived' has to defeat him. I understand if I'm rushing it..." Harrison trailed off while blushing a bit, breaking his usual blank expression.
Draco stared at him in shock and sniffed then started crying.
Panicking, "W-Well urm I... I"
But Draco interrupted him, "Yes! Please!"
He sniffed happily and hugged Harrison uncaringly. Harrison froze in shock at the touch but melted into it and hugged back.
They both stayed like that, in silent and the sniffs from Draco was heard every once and then.
They jumped apart when the train gave out a loud whistle.
"Thank you." Was the first words said as soon as the school train moved forward.
"I do mean it and your welcome, Draco." Harrison smiled his rare warm smile that he only showed to Death, he noticed the faint blush that spouted on the boy's cheeks and blushed too.
This was the beginning of their love...
Harrison sat up straight immediately when he heard a lady next door talking about sweets and quickly cancelled the wards he put up before.
He glanced at Draco who was asleep on a transfigured soft cushion between the window and his seat row, he smiled fondly.
He looked away when a knock was heard and the glass door slide open with a creak to reveal a cheerful lady with a trolley full of wizarding sweets.
"Anything off the trolley, my dears?"
He nodded and walked up to the trolley to inspect the sweets, he brought several of each kind and thanked the kind lady as she left the compartment.
He quickly warded the room and placed the sweets on the table.
Reaching in his trunk, he puck out a disguised book and read more about the Dark Arts as he was interested in it.
It was a little while later that Draco woke up.
"Huh? Did the trolley go past already?" He yawned sleepily.
"Yes so I brought every bit of all kinds so help yourself, Draco."
"Thanks! Oh that's chocolate frogs! Mind if I have the cards? "
"Go ahead." Harrison chuckled as he chewed on a red liquorice stick while reading. Draco cheerfully gathered up the chocolate frog cards. He yelped when the frogs decided to hop out of their box containers.
Harrison raised an eyebrow at him and twitched a finger to spell them in stay in their boxes, Draco glared at him and thanked him while inspecting the cards he collected.
He growled then.
Looking up from his book, "What is it?"
"I got Albus Dumbledore again! Urgh" Draco sighed and handed Harrison the card.
The old man was there, smiling with that damn twinkle in his eyes and ugly bright robes.
He flipped it over to read the back, he raised an eyebrow at the mentioned partnership with Nicolas Flamel, he knew that Nicolas created the Philosopher's stone and wondered how come Dumbledore know Nicolas.
He shrugged, it wasn't his problem.
He groaned when he heard a girl's voice from the next compartment, asking about a lost toad. Harrison wish that everyone would use their common sense to use a simple summoning spell, especially the Prefects.
She passed the compartment without much of a glance and Harrison caught her face, she was an ordinary plain girl with darkish-brown bushy hair and slightly stuck out teeth. She held her head up in arrogant way with a scowl on her face.
Harrison scoffs in a uninterested way and glanced at Draco who happily snacked on the chocolate frogs and reading, Harrison let a small smile creep on his face.
As the train neared the reaching station, Draco and Harrison got changed into their robes with a blush and picked up their trunks.
Before they left, Harrison quickly shrunk their trunks to tuck in their pockets and headed over to a large cheerful half-giant.
"First years, come over 'ere!"
The half-giant was very friendly and jolly looking with his dirt-brown leather boots and jacket, a mop of curly wild brown hair cover his face leaving only his warm dark eyes, his large nose and his mouth exposed.
The first years followed him down to a sandy shore with small floating boats on the dark water.
Hogwarts was truely a beautiful sight.
The tall towers and structure stood out beautifully, the castle itself was lit up brightly from the inside, making the windows stand out. The rest was dark but can be seen clearly by the shadowed parts such as the roofs.
Harrison sat in a wooden boat with Draco and an another brown haired student.
The boats moved forward immediately like they were sliding on ice itself on the giant's commands.
Hogwarts came closer in view and was bigger than it looked, Harrison breathed in the old magic of Hogwarts happily when they made it under.
They climbed the stairs and came to a stop by a pair of closed wooden doors. The half-giant cheerfully knocked loudly and the doors opened to reveal a stern teacher.
She was Professor McGonagall, Harrison recognised her from 'Hogwarts, a History'.
She wore the same stern expression while commanding the first years to follow her. Her robes were shades of dark blues and was fitting, her hair was drawn in a tight bun which showed off her sharp cheekbones and faint wrinkles.
Harrison watched her carefully as they moved into a small room, she confidently spoke about Hogwarts and the Houses.
Obviously there was Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. She spoke about the rules of losing and winning points as well as the Cup for the winning House.
Harrison tuned her out as he looked around the small room, it was plain and he could hear voices and noises from the Hall.
Professor McGonagall finished and left briefly which resulted in the appearance of the floating ghosts. Harrison looked at the pale floating people in curiosity as they floated about and chatted on.
Then it was time for the Sorting...
Harrison stared at the Great Hall in awe, the ceiling was charmed to look like the sky outside and there was four long tables that took up most of the Hall, the High Table was at the back and was taller (on platform).
Spotting Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the High Table rather comfortably, Harrison growled and looked away to immediately spot James Potter with Lily and Kevin Potter smugly sitting there too.
Harrison's eyes narrowed, why on earth had the Headmaster allowed that brat to sit at the High Table? Thought it would be unfair for the Muggleborns huh...
He moved his attention to the old dirty hat sitting on a stool in front of him. Harrison watched curiously as the Hat twitched and began to sing:
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hat sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set the Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I am a Thinking Cap!"
The entire Hall burst into an applause when the Hat fell silent.
Harrison quietly clapped his hands while studying the tatty Hat, would the Hat see his secrets and rat on him? Harrison worriedly thought as he looked at Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye.
Professor McGonagall started to read out names for students to come up, Harrison sighed and patiently waited.
Draco was sorted into Slytherin, the Hat barely touched his head when it screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
Kevin Potter was called down to be sorted, the some of the Hall yelled out angrily when he was sitting at the teachers table and being treated like a king.
Harrison rolled his eyes when the Hat screamed "GRYFFINDOR!"
He sighed and waited for his name, noticing the smug look on Dumbledore's face when the old man realised that his name wasn't yet called out. Harrison smirked.
" ... Peverell-Potter, Harrison!" Professor McGonagall slammed nervously while glancing at the small group of left over first years.
The entire Hall fell silent when they realised what surnames meant and Dumbledore's face paled, begging the fates that he was wrong about who he thought it is to be.
Harrison smirked and stepped forward, making James and Lily gasp in shock as well as most students.
He gracefully slide up the steps and sat on the stool, facing the shocked Hall. Draco blinked and smiled as the Hat was dropped onto Harrison's head.
He was looking at the back of the Hat and smirked when he heard the Hat's voice in his head.
'I see that you have many secrets that you desire others to not find out'
'I would appreciate it if you didn't reveal them, Wise Hat'
'Hmm respect, I like that. Of course I am unable to reveal anything I see as the Founders value privacy unlike Dumbledore who doesn't'
'Thank you very much, Wise Hat'
'Now let's see where to put you. Plenty of courage and loyalty but not Hufflepuff indeed. Gryffindor is a no and you have plenty of knowledge for Ravenclaw. Your cunning and ambitious belongs to Slytherin like the Heir you are...'
'Could you sort me to Slytherin please?'
'Of course of course, make sure to speak to me sometimes as well, I'll be in Headmaster's office'
'Thank-'
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Hat was suddenly whipped off his head, Harrison blinked owlishly at the brightness and noticed the silence of the Hall.
He stood up and started walking towards the Slytherin table but was stopped by a shout.
"NO POTTER IS A SLYTHERIN! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
James was breathing heavily as he stood up and stormed over to Harrison, Harrison scoffed and hisses angrily at him.
"Since when I have been considered as your son, James Potter? I'm surprised that you haven't disowned me when you threw me away like useless trash!"
"HOW DARE YOU-"
"Professor Potter, please return to your seat and my dear boy, please sit with your classmates." Dumbledore kindly spoke, his eyes clearly showing annoyance at his plans crumbling. Lily Potter anxiously watched her husband grumbling as he returned to his seat next to her.
Harrison sat next to Draco who whistled in excitement and snickered at James' look of horror at his oldest 'son' who's sitting next to the Malfoy Heir.
"The Hat's choices are final and there will be no discrimination between all Houses. Professor McGonagall please continue. "
She nodded and continued to read out from the list, the Hall whispering softly as they glanced at Harrison and James Potter.
As soon it finished, Dumbledore announced the end of it and cheerfully said some strange words before sitting down.
The food appeared on the huge platters on all long Tables, they were all delicious and different kind of food that Harrison recognised some of them.
Harrison didn't eat much and ignored the whispers and stares as he chatted with Draco.
Soon the food disappeared to be replaced by desserts, Harrison grabbed an apple and a bit of fruit jelly and vanilla ice cream, he ate quietly while studying the teachers at the High Table.
There was one that felt strange, Professor Quirrel.
He had a deep purple turban, pale face and slightly shaking hands and an stutter as he spoke to Snape nervously.
Harrison almost jumped as a shot of pain burst in his lightning scar and he rubbed it in anger.
He glanced at Quirrel and then looked to Dumbledore who raised up from his seat.
"Ahem- just a few more words now we are all fed and watered. I have a few start of term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest in the grounds if forbidden to all pupils. And a few of older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore glanced at the Weasley Twins before continuing; "I have also been asked by Mr Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."
"Quidditch trails will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their House should contact Professor Potter here"
Dumbledore cheerfully looked to James who sat up straighter.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not want to die a very painful death."
Harrison looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, did he seriously wave a red flag in the Gryffindors' direction about that significantly accurate corridor?
He glance to Kevin Potter and rolled his eyes at that expression of determination.
Dumbledore cheerfully announced the school song and Harrison immediately covered his ears in annoyance as the almost entirely the Hall sang noisily and off tune.
Draco and Harrison had finally reached their common room and admired it slowly.
It was in the dungeons, all made out of stone and soft grey rugs were spread all around as the fire in the main fireplace roared. The Slytherin banner hung just above the fireplace and leather dark brown sofas were spread in an arrangements in the common room, making it more comfortable along with many bookshelves.
Harrison immediately headed for his dorm and discovered that he and Draco were sharing a small comfortable room instead of large crowdy dorms.
Draco grinned at their room and took the bed on the left which was closer to the wardrobes and the door to their bathroom. He sat on it and glanced about their room which Harrison was doing as well.
Their beds were decorated in dark greens and a faint trim of silver at the ends of the covers. Black with dark blue hangings hung on the rails of their beds to give them privacy.
There was a window with a seat full of dark blue cushions between their beds, it was charmed to let their owls out and in while in the dungeons.
Harrison loved their room, he quickly placed their trunks at the foot of the beds and flopped onto his bed happily.
There was a knock at the door, Harrison opened it to see a Slytherin Prefect. He nodded at their neat room and spoke;
"There are rules about all dormitories. All dorms and rooms must be kept clean as well as bathrooms, a Prefect from the older years will check twice a week which is Tuesdays and Saturdays. This room will be only for both of you for rest of your school years so you both better get on with each other, it's all same for the rest of us. You must all come for Evening Dinners to keep up appearances, it doesn't matter if you're not going to breakfast or lunch but you still have to get permission to enter the kitchens to get your meals privately. That is all and goodnight."
He bowed to Harrison much to his irritation and left silently, Draco blinked and said, "Did you even get all of that?"
Harrison burst into laughter.
They got ready for bed after talking and reading on the seat by the window (it's enough for two), Harrison yawned and waved at Draco while getting in his bed.
Draco rolled his eyes and slipped into his own after blowing out the candle next to him on the mini table.
The next few days should be interesting...
Well that's it for the second chapter! See ya soon!
-Sleepy ^ ^ /