Hey ! I'm back ! 2018 ! New resolution ! Going to continue this story ! No reasons for not updating it before appart form being lazy !
Dont own Harry Potter ! Hope you will enjoy ! Peace ! Praise the sun ! May the force be with you ! That all folks !
"Slytherin ! " screamed the hat for all to hear.
Harry took the hat off his head as silence reigned in the hall. Then, as he approached the green and silver table, loud applause exploded from his new housemates.
He saw Dawn push someone from next to her and made signs to come. He sat next to the smirking blonde haired girl.
"So the boy-who-lived really did turn dark, did he ? " she teased.
Harry flashed her a smile, and looked at the other table. Even if some of them were waiting for others to be sorted, most were looking at him with hanging mouth and wide eyes.
Each time he met someone glance, they would turn away and be back to whatever they were doing. Harry raised an eyebrow and turned his attention back to his table.
"So, " began Daw, " Let me make the presentations, " she pointed to the person in front of them, on the other side, completely ignoring the sorting still going on.
"This is Theodore Nott, a friend of mine, " the thin boy nodded in his direction.
"You already know Crabe and Goyle, " the two big boys shrugged.
"Pansy Parkinson, our parents are friends. " the girl raised an eyebrow in his direction.
"Greengras, an acquaintance, " the girl said nothing,just looked at him for a moment.
"And… you are ? " she said as she looked at the other two girls.
The first one, a big girl talked first.
" Millicent Bulstrode, half-blood" she said strongly, she then pointed to the other girl, who was trying to hide behind her bang.
"And she is Tracey Davis, a half-blood , too" .
Harry smiled at them both, not missing the strange look that the other pure-blood showed. Ok, pure-blood supremacy was going to run his nerve down pretty fast, let's change that.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry Potter, half-blood, " he said as he ponctued the last word.
They seemed to get it as they stopped the-not-glare-at-all to the two girls.
Lastly, a dark skinned boy who introduced himself as Blaise Zabini joined them.
Harry was talking with his year-mates when the headmaster required attention. He heard him talk about the items that were forbidden, and the third floor who was off limit. That was strange. No school should make claims about imminent death. But he was pretty sure his master would ask him to go there. Pretty sure.
Finally the headmaster said words that Harry could not even said, and food appeared on the table.
Harry eyes widened . Was the food created by magic ? Or was it just teleported here ? yes, it seemed more likely. But then, was there a limit to what you could teleport ? A person, or just inanimate object.
"The elves of Hogwarts make it, " said Dawn, seeing his disbelief.
He looked at her. He read something on elves in one of his books. Even if 'fictional' elves such as the one muggles imagine existed, he guessed that she talked about the 'house elves', strange little creatures that served wizards.
He nodded and took some food, seeing the upper years doing it. All seemed good, and it tasted good. Just the pumpkin juice, didn't quite understand why it was important for wizard.
As he took his fork, Harry raised his head. All his new year-house-mates were looking at him strangely. His gaze traveled on each one before he asked.
"What ? " he said.
It seemed to bring them back to reality, and they looked at each other.
"Nothing, it's just that…" began Crabe.
"Are you only…" tried Nott.
"Are you really going to eat only that, Potter ?" asked Greengras coldly.
Harry looked at his plate, where a piece of meat was battling with two carots. Hum, it is true that he didn't eat a lot with the Dursley, at the beginning. After, they let him have more food, but he guessed that his body was now used to eat pretty much nothing.
"Yeah, i'm not really hungry. " said the green eyes boy, seeing upper-year looking at him strangly. No need to bring unwanted attention to him.
They nodded, not quite believing him, but passing on in nonetheless, and so continued the first dinner at Hogwarts. At the end of it, the headmaster made them sing a song, that no first year knew, who took quite some times because of two redhead Gryfondor.
As Harry searched for what could be the sense of the song, an upper-year Slytherin came to him and his new friends.
"First year, with me. " he said simply.
They followed him out of the Hall, down corridors, stairs, doors, to stop in the middle of an alley. Galled, as he said his name was when someone asked him, turned to them.
"We are now in the dungeon, and this, " he tapped the wall behind him, " is the entry to our common room. It, however need a password. This year it is 'Basilik' "
To prove his point, the wall behind him shook, and crumbled on itself, leaving a passage .
"Welcome, to your new home ! " he said as he entered.
Harry did not know what he expected from the 'common room', but certainly not this. After he watched the wall build itself again, he gazed at the green colored room.
It was a big room, where a lot of couches filled the place, with two big fireplaces, on each side of the room. Other Slytherin were already sitting there, talking .
As he looked at the bookshelves here and here, a shadow loomed above them for a second. He looked up , and saw that the window were not really windows. It seemed that they gave a view of the lake he and his year mates crossed when they came. The shadow passed again, and Harry saw tentacle by the glasses.
"The big squid, or giant squid, " said Dawn next to him, " my father told me about it. Not dangerous, apparently"
Then, she walked away in the direction of a tall, dark haired man, who seemed to be a teacher. The man looked at her, and then at the common room. His face displayed no emotion, but his gaze stopped on him a little longer than it should have.
"First year ! " he yelled.
They jumped a little, but walked to him. He looked at them more closely, and then began to walk in front of them.
"I am the professor Snape, the potion teacher, but more than that, I am the head of the Slytherin House. It is I, who represent Slytherin to the other professor, in the meeting, and in the tournament"
He stopped and looked at them, arm crossed behind him. Closely, it seemed that his face did display emotion, he looked like he was glaring, and hi slips were a little down.
"If you have a problem that concern the house, or something that you think you should report… you come to me. Not anyone else. "
He waited a bit there as they nodded, making an upper-year snicker. Snape turned to him quickly and glared. Even if they did not turn, they heard a weak 'sorry'.
"Right. You are now in the noble house of Slytherin. Behind the taunt and the joke that the other house make, this house is not well seen by society ever since he-who-shall-not-be-named death. "
The two other half-blood of the group shuddered at the name.
"Because of that, you are to display a united front outside of this room. No hostility between one-other of the house can be show before the others. … It is also awaited that you do no start the inter house conflict, " there he looked at Dawn" and try to be the most pleasant people to be around. If you can't, then at least try not to embarrass yourselves. "
They looked at each other, and nodded back to the professor.
"Splendid. I bid you a good year here. " and he walked away, making his robe fly a little.
After this strange introduction of the rules, Galled came and told them that they had one hour to do what they wanted here before curfew.
"You could also just go to bed now, your room are this way, " he pointed to a door, " left for the boy, right for the girls. " and with that he walked to his friends.
Harry, hoping to have a little time to talk with Pevrell, chose to retire first, letting his friend in the common room.
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Harry opened his eyes on a familiar scene. Pevrel was looking up in the dark sky, hand behind his back.
Harry approached him without saying a word. He knows that Pevrell saw and heard what he does. He also knows that the master necromancer would talk only if he wanted, not if Harry asked.
Harry stood next to the skeleton for some times, and then Pevrell sighed. He turned to Harry .
"Congratulation, my child ! I can't say that I am proud of you, because I don't care about… 'Houses', but it surely means something to the other. "he said.
Harry nodded, still looking at the infinite dark sky.
"But you must be careful, as I said before, this very castle was created with the intent of stopping someone like me, if I ever tried world control. " said the dead wizard.
Harry said nothing, but awaited further instruction.
"That is why I want you to visit this third floor, and see if you can find anything usefull. " he finished.
Harry nodded, still absorbed in the night that his mind created.
Wait, what ?
Harry turned quickly to the necromancer. Who was walking already walking away.
"Im sorry master, I must have misheard something. Because going to a place that is strictly forbidden is not the 'under the radar' that I would think. " said Harry.
The skeleton continued walking in direction of the graveyard, more lively, if that could even been said for someone dead than Harry has ever see him.
"You heard me child, we, well you, are going to a place where only death await ! Onward now, we must expand your spell inventory. " yelled the old magician.
Harry searched something to say, closed his mouth , yelled to the sky and ran after the dead wizard.
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"You remember the first spell that I taught you, right ? " asked Pevrell as he circled around Harry.
"The only one? " joked Harry.
An skeletal hand struck his head hard, making him wince.
"Exactly. Show me your improvement" said Pevrell as he stopped, hand behind his back.
Harry turned from the other wizard and stopped before a grave. He raised his hand and closed his eyes.
At first, nothing happened. Then, very slowly, with like fabric began to rise from around him. It converged in his hand, and gently took the form of sand like substance. Harry hand began to shake and he closed his fist with difficulties, bringing it to his chest. He threw his arm far from his chest quickly, a white blur following the movement, impacting the grave.
A exploding sound was heard, but dust blocked their vision. When it cleared, a big hole, the size of a head apparead on the grave.
Clap made a panting Harry turn his head. Pevrell eyes were bright blue, glowing with glee.
"Amazing ! Truly amazing, my child, it took you far less than the other necromancer, must be because of the teacher if you ask me, " at that, Pevrell passed a hand In his long lost hair, " anyway ! Onto the next lesson. "
Sand began to form in Pevrell hand. Transforming into random sculpture.
"You must have seen that, in your multiple try, sometimes, the sand isn't of the right color. " Said Pevrell as the sand turned a deep red, and slowly began to crumble into smoke. Dark red smoke.
"Red. It mean that the soul belonged to someone that was … 'bad' " said the necromancer, clearly not at ease with the notion of bad, " It differs from the other soul fragment because it is more wild, more raging, more difficult to contain, " he threw it at a grave, which exploded, along with a dozen or so, " but much more useful in a fight.
More matter formed in his hand, this time, light blue. Contrary to the other one, this one seemed almost to be a liquid. An non movable liquid.
"Blue, mean good, or I'm going to explain it too you like that for now. It is more calm, more easy to the mind" said Pevrell as he looked at it, finaly moving from one hand to the other, " It is used it most of the healing spell, an lots of ritual. It help calming the souls of the dead. "
Harry looked as the souls-like-liquid floated from one hand to the other, before he sensed Pevrell power escalating. Instantly, the soul fragment felt on the floor.
"Even if it is more easy to maintain, you need to be in a certain state of mind to control it, or it will fall, just like that. " said the dark wizard.
Harry watched as the fabric slowly disappeared from the ground and brought his attention back to Pevrell when he clapped his hand.
"That all for today, train yourself to call to this two other soul fragment, you'll need them for more spell , later" and with that, Pevrell cast him out of his mid, into gentle slumber.
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The next day, Harry woke up in an unfamiliar place, before remembering that he was at Hogwarts. His new room did feel way bigger than his former one, even if it seemed small to the other pure-blood child.
He got out of his bed and found his trunk next to it. Hum, it seemed that the house elves could teleport inside of his room. That or they were very good lock pickers. Not that he cared. He supposed he could store this information for latter.
He dressed up with the robe of the school, now with green and silver, and left the room. Outside, no sound could be heard, and it was confirmed when he saw no one in the common room.
Hum, what time was it ? Curse this ambient magic that destroyed every electric thing.
Well, let's go eating. He walked out of the common room, and tried to find his way back to the great hall.
So, this corridor, then, this stair, and another one, and another, he turned there and … Well, he was lost. He could just have waited for one of the upper year to wake up and show him the way. Maybe he could turn back and go to his common room. He turned around and watched the corridor from where he came from. Na, let's go.
Gosh, he really needed to know what time was it.
'It is now close to 6h15' said a voice that he know well, making him jump.
"Pevrell !? " he yelled.
He looked all around him, but no one was here.
"Pevrell ? " said a voice behind, "Who is Pevrell ? "
Harry jumped a second time and threw a weak punch. A punch who was caught by a wrinkled hand. He looked at the owner of said hand and saw the strange half-moon glasses.
"Mr. Dumbledo-, I mean Headmaster? " said Harry with an high pitched voice.
The necromancer in training coughed a little, and the headmaster smiled, eyes twinkling.
"Mr. Potter ! Lovely to see you there. Should you not be with your fellow classmate, sleeping ? "he asked good heartily .
He tilted his head slowly and looked past the headmaster. The headmaster looked a him strangely, and the followed his gaze.
'It is not polite to keep someone waiting my child. Come on, answer the kind but creepy, old headmaster.'
Harry immediately stopped his acting and looked at the headmaster.
"To be truthful Headmaster, I was very excited and couldn't sleep, then I tried to find the great hall but I lost myself. " said Harry quickly.
'A, An half lies. It is awlay better than a complete one ! Of course, you couldn't say that you always sleeped so little because you needed to make breakfast , right ?' said the voice.
It took all of Harry strength not to turn around and gape.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I totally understand. The first time I arrived at Hogwarts, my head of the house tied me to my bed so that I wouldn't go out in the night to visit the castle. " said the headmaster with a gentle laugh.
Harry looked at him strangly, but his face only displayed a smile. He followed the headmaster who guided him to the great hall.
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'Stop gaping, my child, the headmaster is going to ask himself if you are sane.' Said Pevrell.
Harry closed his mouth but continued to look at the blue fog that he was apparently the only one seeing.
"But… How ? You didn't take energy from me right ? I mean, yes you do, but only in small quantities. And you said it would required year for you to even talk to me in the real world. " whispered Harry, throwing a look at the headmaster.
'I don't know. I have yet to search the exact reason. But I guess it has to be with the immense magic power that is in this castle.' Said the ghost as he tried to take a fork, without success.
Harry looked as the blue fog passed through the fork and the table, and then returned to the form.
"Why I am the only one seeing you ? " he continued.
Pevrell passed his … hand? Trought Harry body, making him shudder.
'Hmm. Strange. I guess it the castle gave me magic, but stopped doing so when it recognized what I was. Leaving me not as the stat of a ghost, but something just before it. And you, being a necromancer, a weak one but a necromancer nonetheless, a being who interact with the dead you can see me.' Explained the not-yet-ghost.
Harry raised an eyebrow, not sure of what he said. The fog moved a little before Pevrell continued.
'Or something like that, I don't know. I was not a ravenclaw you know.' Said the necromancer.
Harry widened his eyes and opened his mouth quickly.
"What do you mean by not a rav-" he began, before a person sat where the fog was located.
The person shuddered a little as Harry recognized him.
"Talking to yourself, snake ? " said the ginger.
"You are… Weasley , right ? " said Harry, a fake smile on his face.
Thank god the control of the emotions was the first thing Pevrell made him learn, because right now, he was boiling. Who was this…. Mortal to interrupt him ? He was so going to- Hoopsi. Pevrell got the best of him for a moment.
"Yeah , that right . Want to throw some insult? Or do you want your friend to back you up ? " said the red head harshly, making Harry come back from his daydream.
Snicker made him realize that two other gryfondor, if the red and gold was any indication, where behind weasley.
Harry put his fork down, looked rapidly at the headmaster, and saw him talking to another professor. Or at least, he tried to make it like he wasn't paying attention to them. Would have worked for an eleven year old, not for the very, very old necromancer next to him.
'I am not that old, my child. Have some dignity for your master.' Said the … fog.
"Are you deaf Potter? or are you so scared that you can't answer . " continued the red head.
Maybe… just maybe, he could make it pass as accidental magic, he tought as a very little quantity of white like sand formed in his hand, under the table.
'Is that the maximum of soul fragment you can summon ? Hin, I guess it's fine. For tickling someone that it. ' said the Necromancer, way to happily for Harry taste.
Don't take the bait, don't the bait. Stay calm. Control of the emotion Harry.
"I'm sure that you are just a spoiled brat, calling your parent for help every time something's not to your liking. O no, theyre dead. " said the ginger, red from anger.
"O mate, " said a dark skinned boy from behind him, "maybe that's a little too much".
Harry face was frozen in a smiling one, but more white matter was converging into his hand. He was pretty sure you couldn't be throw into a prison as a child. Maybe they would break his wand or something like that but, hey, he could always become a dark lord necromancer.
Just as he was about to take aim, another person entered the great hall.
"My, look who it is ? Trying to steal something from the rich, Weasley ? " said Dawn as she pushed some hair out of her face.
Harry sighed as the soul fragment leaked out of his hand, and he looked as his savior.
"Malfoy" growled Weasley, as he stood up and began to walk to her.
Just as that moment, a voice called out.
"Is there a problem, students ? " said the Headmaster from the other side of the hall.
Weasley blanched and turned to the old wizard.
"No-Nothing Mr. Dumbledore. " said Weasley.
"That Headmaster between this wall, Ron. " said the grand wizard disapprovingly.
'Ron' nodded quickly and ran to his table, as Dawn walked to Harry.
She sat in front of him and sighed. Serving herself some food.
"Where, in Merlin name, did you ran off this morning Potter ?, " she asked as she continued to put food in her plate, " Do you know how quickly I had to prepare myself when I didn't found you ? "
Harry nodded as he pointed to a strand of hair that was sticking out of her 'perfect' haircut. She immediately pushed his finger away and made the strand disappear.
Harry backed a little and pointed to the plate of food before her. She looked at him strangely.
"What ? I'm a growing girl you know ? You are the strange one only eating do little. " said the girl before beginning to eat her food quickly, but still with manner.
"She's right you know, you should eat Potter" said Parkinson as she sat next to him.
Harry nodded an polite hello at her before they began to talk of what they where excepting to learn this year , as more and more people entered the great hall.
So ? how did you find it ? Good ? Bad ? Let me know.
That is all i had to say ( i think). If you have any questions, feel free to ask me !
Thank you for reading this.