Summary: Harry travels back in time to change the future, but something doesn't go exactly the way he planned. Neville is the boy who lived.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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Chapter 3
Today nobody cares, but tomorrow they will
"Now off to bed" Dumbledore said in a happy tone and with a twinkle in his eye.
"It is too early" A sleepy and annoyed voice said from under the covers throwing a pillow to where he thought the voice was coming from but missing its target "Shut up!" the voice demanded.
"Aren't you excited about the first day of classes?" Harry said in an exaggerated excited voice "Just imagine everything we will learn! How to be sarcastic, how to make students hate garlic, how to be biased, how to be nice, how to daydream…"
"That sounds boring, not exciting" a sleepy Theodore said while slowly getting off the bed.
"You've already taken a shower?" asked an incredulous Blaise to Harry.
"What time is it?" whined a sleepy annoyed Draco without getting out of his bed covers.
"I like to be ready on time. It is time to go down to breakfast" Harry said taking Draco's covers off forcibly "Come on Draco time to get up"
Even this small childish things made Harry feel better about sharing a room with the future man that killed his best friend. He knew Draco wasn't that man, yet. But Harry just couldn't forget what he knows Draco is capable of doing.
All of the Slytherin first year boys got out of bed, slowly but surely, and started getting ready for the day, all of them except Crabbe and Goyle, whom Harry didn't really cared about deciding to act as if he didn't notice them.
One by one the boys started walking down the stairs to the common room where Harry was waiting not wanting people to question why he knew his way to the Great Hall in only his first day, so he decided he was going to get lost with the other first years just like was supposed to.
"Ready?" asked Harry once everyone, the girls and boys from first year but Crabbe and Goyle, where in the common room.
"We should wait for a prefect to take us there, otherwise we will look stupid trying to find our way there" stated Draco as if it was the most obvious thing to do.
"Prefects will take us to the Great Hall?" Harry asked. Why hadn't anyone told him this when he was in Gryffindor? It would have saved him a lot of time.
"Yes. How else would we get there?" Pansy asked Harry with a little disdain on her voice.
Before Harry could answer a 5th year girl whom Harry vaguely remembered but didn't even try to remember her name walked towards them.
"Is everyone here?" the girls asked though didn't wait for an answer and started walking, the fifth years behind her almost running after her trying to keep up, almost running, Slytherins don't run where someone else can see them, that is what Draco stated once Harry had started to jog to keep up.
Before they could enter the Great Hall the girl turned towards them.
"Remember you are Slytherins, so act like it" the girl almost demanded and entered the Great Hall walking towards other fifth years, who were already there.
"She needs to get a man" Harry said to himself talking about the prefect who had just left them.
"What?" asked Daphne.
"Really, why do Slytherins like to get in other people's conversations?" Harry asked again to him self but intending for Daphne to hear.
"People usually think what they don't want other people to hear. Talking to yourself just makes you look like you are not all in there" Daphne said back making Harry shut up.
"I am Harry Potter" Harry introduced himself to Daphne after he got out of his shock and extended his hand for her to take in greeting.
"I know who you are" Daphne answered with a smirk and entered the Great Hall not even looking at his hand.
"Are you going to stare all day?" Draco asked Harry with a smirk successfully getting Harry to stop staring at Daphne's back
"She shut me up" Harry said surprised to Draco.
"She usually does that" said Blaise "Come on, Snape should start giving out the timetables any time now and I want to eat something before our first class"
The boys walked into the Great Hall and sat across from the girls. No one said a word throughout the meal, eating in silence, something Harry was used to but didn't like.
"Here" a voice told him from behind and put a parchment in front of him.
"That was our Head of House. Professor Severus Snape" Draco told him in a hushed voice and started looking at the parchment he had just received just like every other Slytherin.
Harry took the parchment with caution, not really trusting Snape, if he had hated him with his father death, he could only imagine what Snape felt about him with his father and godfather raising him and having Harry as an intruder in his house.
"Professor McGonagall with the Hufflepuffs first" Harry told everyone sitting near him.
"We can see that Potter" Pansy told him with the same disdain on her voice he was getting accustomed to.
"We should go now if we want to be early" Blaise told them getting up from the table.
"Why would we want to get there early? Shouldn't we just be on time?" Harry asked him not intending to stand up yet.
"Because being on time is the same as being late" Theodore answered while dragging him out the Hall.
Transfiguration classroom was just as he remembered and Professor McGonagall was just where he remembered she was on his first day of class.
"Aww… look! A kitty!" Harry yelled excitedly pointing at the Professor's animagus form and running towards her, holding her and petting her.
"I am going to call you Minnie" Harry told the cat/professor.
If cats could glare that one would been glaring.
Petting and making cute noises to the cat he sat down in the desk nearest to the professor's desk.
"It's already 5 past 9. Where is Professor McGonagall?" Blaise asked curious.
The cat escaped from Harry's hold and Harry started making a show of looking for it under the desk.
"Minnie! Minnie! Here kitty!"
"Mr. Potter take your sit" Professor McGonagall ordered annoyed.
"My kitty escaped professor" Harry answered looking as if he were about to cry.
"That was not a cat Mr. Potter.." the Professor started to explain.
"Yes it was Professor it had whiskers, it had paws, a tail and meowed" Harry interrupted.
"As I was about to explain before you rudely interrupted me Mr. Potter, it was not a cat, it was an animagus, my animagus form to be exact. 5 point from Slytherin" McGonagall told the class "Who can tell me what an animagus is?" the professor asked.
"Yes Miss Bones?" the professor called on Susan.
"An animagus is a witch or wizard who can turn into an animal" Susan answered a bit shyly.
"As Miss Bones answered correctly, an animagus is a witch or wizard who can morph him or herself into a specific animal at will which is not chosen by the wizard but determined by their personality and inner traits. It is learned rather than hereditary, skill, unlike those of a metamorphmagus. Not all witches and wizards are able to become one. We will be learning more about animagus in 7th year 5 points for Hufflepuff" The professor lectured while everyone took notes.
"Today we will learn how to turn matchsticks into needles" a box of matchsticks appeared in front of every student just as she finished talking.
Not wanting to get too much attention on himself he acted as if he was trying to do just as McGonagall had showed them but not being able to change anything into anything.
They left the class with practice as homework, only Draco and Daphne being able to do the transfiguration correctly gaining 20 points for Slytherin.
"We have History of Magic" Harry announced.
"Again Potter stating the obvious" Pansy said walking past them.
"Yes Mr. Potter?" the Professor asked Harry after seeing his hand in the air.
"Professor how did you die?" Harry asked
"That is not part of the class Mr. Potter" the professor answered ready to continue with his class.
"Seeing as you are death but still here as a ghost it has to be by some sort of magic, and seeing as if you died in the past is history, therefore is a perfect topic for History of Magic" Harry stated.
Professor Binns chose to ignore Harry's question and continued with his class on goblin's wars.
Not really interested in the class Harry took his cloak off, staying in his jeans and t-shirt , using it as a pillow.
"That was rude Potter" Hermione told him after the class was over.
"No, it was boring" Harry stated.
"I guess you don't like knowing about anything else than wizards or witches, but it was interesting" Hermione told him.
"I have nothing against goblins, except they are a bit scary, but do you honestly want to hear only about goblin's wars for the next seven years?" Harry asked her.
"We won't be hearing about goblin's wars for the next seven years, it's just a topic. Honestly Potter!" Hermione said annoyed and walked away.
"Why were you talking with the mudblood?" Draco asked Harry disgusted.
"Muggleborn and her name is Hermione" Harry told him not a bit happy about hearing that awful word used to describe Hermione.
At that moment Crabbe and Goyle came running towards them and crashed into Pansy.
Everyone except for Daphne and Pansy laughed at Pansy's predicament and awkward position on the floor with two large boys on top.
"Remember when Crabbe and Goyle crashed into Pansy?" Harry asked Theodore laughing loudly.
They were now in the Great Hall eating lunch.
"It happened not even fifteen minutes ago" Theodore answered.
"I know, and it was so funny" Harry fell off his chair laughing, making everyone in the Hall look at him.
Pansy just glared at him stood from her place and left the Hall with Millicent following her.
"Potter control yourself! Everyone is looking at you. Act like a Slytherin!" Draco reprimanded in a hushed tone so only Harry could hear him.
"Pansy.. Crabbe.. Goyle.. floor" Harry could barely talk between laughs.
"We get it! Now control yourself!" Draco reprimanded again "Snape is coming" Draco sat straight.
"Is there a problem Mr. Potter?" Snape asked annoyed and barely containing his temper.
Harry stopped laughing and looked straight to Snape's eyes without getting off the floor.
"I asked you a question Mr. Potter, I expect an answer" Snape asked getting more annoyed if it was possible.
"It's such a general and difficult question Sir. Is there a problem? There are several actually. Me being a Slytherin for one, do I act like a Slytherin? Then why was I sorted into the Slytherin house, or is it more of a mystery than a problem? How about the treatment of muggleborns? We don't like them because we say they wouldn't accept us yet we are doing exactly that to them. And what is your intake on bullying?" Harry answered Snape in a straight and serious face.
"Mr. Potter get off the floor and go to your next class" Snape said barely controlling his temper and leaving no room for discussion.
Harry smiled, got off the floor and out the Great Hall looking forward on meeting dear Tom again.
"Aaah! I can't concentrate with all his stuttering and that awful garlic smell" Draco whined during DADA "My father is going to hear about this"
"But Draco don't you see the brilliance of this? He is making us believe he is a fool and doesn't know a thing about the Dark Arts. If someone believes his acting then he is a fool" Harry told Draco which made Draco glare at him.
"Ye-es Mr. Po-otter" Quirell stuttered calling on Harry once he noticed he had a question.
"Professor you've fought werewolves and vampires, giants and dwarves" Harry started saying
"Ye-es" the professor invited him to continue
"You must be so knowledgeable and so brave" Harry said with fake admiration, which no one got.
"Mr. Po-otter…" started saying the Professor a little embarrassed before Harry interrupted.
"Have you ever been possessed?" Harry quickly asked making sure everyone in the room understood his question.
Everyone in the room was paying close attention, either because they were genuinely interested or because they were genuinely confused.
"What?" Quirell asked surprised forgetting to stutter.
"Has a different being ever tried to control you by getting into your body?" Harry tried to explain what possession was incase the professor hadn't known what he meant.
"No!" Quirell answered quickly.
"Oh well, I guess its impossible for someone to have lived through everything" Harry stated calming himself down and making dribbles on his notebook as if nothing had just happened, leaving everyone staring back at him.
"Cla-ass is o-over fo-or to-oday" Quirell stuttered dismissing everyone 20 minutes before the class was supposed to end.
"Possessed? At least you got him to let us go early" Blaise said smirking.
Harry stared at Blaise and started to smirk.
"What are you trying to do, Potter?" Theodore asked.
"If I want to be a true Slytherin, I have to learn how to smirk" Harry answered trying and failing to smirk.
"It may not be for everyone" Draco told him smirking but Harry didn't look as if he was going to give up.
"Why are you sitting next to me?" Hermione was curious.
"I don't like Herbology, so sitting next to the smartest witch of our generation seemed like the smart thing to do" Harry answered seriously not taking his eyes away from Professor Sprout.
"I am not letting you copy my notes Potter" Hermione warned Harry.
"Who says I am going to ask for them?" Harry told her trying to smirk but failing miserably.
"What was that?" Hermione asked confused
"I am practicing my smirk" Harry answered as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Why not try smiling?" Hermione asked.
"Slytherins don't smile" Harry said with a smile on his face, which made Hermione very confused.
"Don't ever sit next to me again" Hermione told him and turned towards the Professor.
"I am sorry Miss Granger but you can't tell me where I can and can't sit" Harry told her a little hurt but Hermione didn't turned towards him again during the remaining of the class.
Classes were over for the day, something Harry was very grateful for since he had to admit he got bored in every single one, how was he going to survive seven years?
He was walking towards the Great Hall when he caught some girls gossiping and he couldn't help but overhear.
"He is so dreamy" the blonde one said to the dark haired one "he must be so powerful if he defeated he-who-must-not-be-named when he was only 1"
Harry made an annoyed face, he thought he got rid of that.
"How does it sound? Loraine Longbottom" the blonde asked "Not better than Britney Longbottom" the other one said back.
Longbottom? That would explain the lack of attention towards him.
So Longbottom is the boy who lived, he so wished Hermione would not ignore him, he hated the library.
But if he wanted to know exactly what had happened he had to do some researching, and what better place than the library for that?
"Where are you going Potter? The Great Hall is the other way?" Draco told Harry when Harry started going the other way.
"I am going to the library?" Harry answered
"You are a Ravenclaw now?" Theodore asked a little bored of Harry's antics.
"That would make going to the library not feel like such a torture" Harry answered.
"Do you need help?" Madame Pince, the librarian, asked Harry when he reached her desk.
"I'm looking for the Daily Prophet from the 31st of October 'til the first week of November of 1981" Harry answered Madame Pince.
"Get a desk. I will bring them to you" She told him and that is exactly what Harry did.
Since he didn't want to be disturbed, nor he wanted anyone to know what he was doing he got a desk in the corner that was a little more secluded than the rest.
"Here you go" Madame Pince gave him several newspapers and left.
Harry reached for the one that had the date of October 31st 1981 first.
The end of the world
by Christopher McMillan
He-who-must-not-be-named attacked yesterday several muggle cities across England letting us know he isn't focusing his attention in only London anymore.
Only Dumbledore being stubborn enough to keep fighting the Dark Lord, this writer must say what we all are thinking: this may be the end of the world as we know it.
Should we give up and accept our fate or should we keep fighting?
Is there a point to dying if we know we can't win?
Is there really anything wrong with wanting to help keep our world hidden for our own and our kid's safety?
Are we fighting something we should be embracing?
The Dark Lord….
Christopher McMillan is or was definitely a Death Eater, calling Voldemort The Dark Lord and trying to get everyone to stop fighting him.
Feeling disgusted at what he had just read he tossed the paper aside without finishing the article and looked for the one on November 1st 1981.
The boy who lived
By Ginger Kirkland
We have a one year old to thank for the banishment of the worst wizard that has ever lived.
Neville Longbottom was attacked yesterday at his house by He-who-must-not-be-named him self while his parents were at a Ministry Halloween party, having left their son in the care of the Longbottom matriarch, Neville's Longbottom grandmother, who was found without life obviously from the Avada Kadavra curse, laying beside our savior; his grandmother gave his life to save him.
Neville only got a lighting bolt shaped scar across his forehead for a reminder of what happened to him.
I am sure everyone reading this article feels the same way as I do and want to thank our little savior for giving us a second chance in life.
At least I can say I will be forever in his debt.
No one knows exactly what happened, but we can safely assume Neville with his astonishment power vanquish the Dark Lord only leaving his cloak and wand behind.
We should celebrate!
We should forever thank Neville Longbottom.
The boy who lived.
His parents didn't die.
It was safe to assume they hadn't been under the Fidelius charm.
Didn't Dumbledore ever tell them about the prophecy?
Putting that paper aside Harry grabbed the one on the 2nd of November of 1981.
Death Eaters attack
By William Prince
Everyone feeling safe about the banishment of He-who-must-not-be-named forgot about his followers and let their guards down.
The Potters were attacked by Death Eaters yesterday in their home while they were celebrating with their family and friends.
Being two aurors in the house at the time of the attack: James Potter and Sirius Black, they were able to control the situation and capture the Death Eaters:
Bellatrix Lestrange,
Rodolphus Lestrange,
Rebastan Lestrange,
Barty Crouch Jr.
who are to be trialed and sentenced later today.
The Death Eaters tried to get information from his parents this time; they didn't plan on Sirius being there.
The attack means we weren't under the Fidelius charm either.
Didn't Dumbledore hear the prophecy in this world?
Feeling curious at to what happened to the Death Eaters this time he grabbed the next paper, which date was the 3rd of November of 1981.
A kiss
By Natalie Hartman
A dementor getting out of control attacked and kissed Rebastan Lestrange during the trial that was supposed to be held to get a sentenced after the attack on the Potters.
The trial was postponed.
Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr. are currently in the Ministry's holding cells awaiting for a new trial date.
That is different.
That didn't happen in his world.
A dementor gone wild?
It looks like it knew exactly what it was doing and Harry was guessing it had been told to do just that.
4th of November 1981.
Remember the Heroes
By Jonathan Conwell
Since the downfall of He-who-must-not-be-named we've read about Death Eaters but we haven't put time in remembering the victims of the long war that has just ended.
I've liked to play tribute, to this Heroes, to the people that gave their lives to let us have a second chance of life, lets not waste it.
Anne Anderson
Riley Arthon
Gabriela Carson
Hailey Humble
Kirke Hikes
Loralie Powell
…
There were more than 100 hundred names in the article, it was nice to know that they were remembered and payed attention to, people tend to forget about the people that fought for them.
Maybe in the next day's article there's something about the Lestranges and Crouch. Harry thought.
But in the next day's article they only talked about the celebrations, so did the other articles of that week.
Harry grabbed all the articles that he had in the table and walked towards Madame Pince's desk.
"Madame, I am done with this articles, thank you" Harry told her in a very polite way.
"You are welcome, did you find everything you were looking for" The librarian asked.
Harry had learned that if you were polite and well behaved while in the library Madame Pince could be very resourceful.
"I am sorry to say no, I was trying to find some information on the trial of the Death Eaters involved in the Potter's attack on 1981" Harry told her in a disappointed tone.
"Why are you interested in that particular event?" Madame Pince asked with curiosity.
"Well, I am Harry Potter, and I wanted to know more about what had happened to my family" Harry explained in what he thought was a very credible way.
"Oh, I am sorry Mr. Potter, the trial should be in one of that year's articles but I can't seem to remember the exact day" Madame Pince told him.
"May I try to find it?" Harry asked feeling a little confused about the fact that the librarian didn't know something that was in her library, he always thought she knew everything written in every book, magazine or newspaper located in the Hogwart's library.
"Of course Mr. Potter, but you'll have to come back tomorrow since its almost curfew" Madame Pince said in a dismissal tone.
"Thank you Madame, I will be here tomorrow" Harry said then walked out of the library to see if he could have a bite in the Great Hall before going back to his room.
Walking towards the Great Hall he was met by a sight to which sadly Harry was accustomed on seeing.
Several seventh year Slytherins in a hall with a group of second year Gryffindors.
"When you see us walking you move!" one of the Slytherins said in a frightening tone to the young Gryffindors.
"We are sorry, we didn't see you" One of the Gryffindor girls said in an almost not audible voice.
"That is not an excuse!" another Slytherin exclaimed.
"As far as I know this school is not governed by the Slytherins, we have as every right as you to walk down the hall" one brave Gryffindor boy said.
"That just shows you how badly informed you are" one of the Slytherins who Harry recognized as Marcus Flint told the Gryffindor boy who Harry couldn't really see from his point of view, so he couldn't place him.
"Flint!" Harry interrupted the confrontation.
"Yes?" Flint answered looking at him barely containing his annoyance at being interrupted, but not willing to fight someone from his house in public.
"Professor Snape is looking for you" Harry told him in what he hoped was a scared voice, as to make him think he was in trouble.
Not answering, the seventh year walked towards the dungeons on his way to his Head of House's office.
The other Slytherins turned towards the Gryffindors again once Flint was gone. Harry hadn't anticipated that, he had thought Marcus was the leader and that the others will go once Flint was gone.
That didn't happen.
"What is the gain on terrorizing a group of second years?" Harry asked the older boys.
"Gryffindors" one of the Slytherins stated as if that explained everything.
"Are you planning on finishing that sentence?" Harry asked.
The Slytherin boys looked confused, which Harry took as a queue to continue talking.
"You should make a better use of your time" Harry stated, thinking he was winning this verbal and starring competition with the older boys.
"It is almost curfew, why don't we all walk back to the common room?" one of the Slytherin boys asked without really expecting an answer putting his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Venom" the Slytherin who had put his arm around him and hadn't took it off the whole walk to the common room said when they reached the entrance, which made the wall move to let them pass.
"Snape wasn't looking for me" a voice said as soon as he entered the common room.
"I think we have a Gryffindor who likes to dress up as a Slytherin here" the boy beside him said, pushing Harry in front of him.
"What happened?" a Slytherin, sitting in the center chair of the common room, who Harry vaguely placed, asked with a tint of boredom on his voice.
"He was defending some Gryffindors from us, in public" one of the boys, who had been involved in the hall confrontation, said with disdain.
"First year?" the boy in the chair asked Harry, with a fake sweet voice.
Harry nodded carefully, not really knowing what he had just gotten him self into.
"We will let it slide this time, won't we boys?" the boy in the chair asked the other seventh year boys, with the same fake sweet voice.
"We don't fight in public with members of our house, nor we question the upper years reasons on doing anything ever, understood?" the boy asked Harry, forgetting the sweet tone of voice.
"What if they are doing something wrong?" Harry asked, not liking where this was going.
"You come to me or professor Snape" the boy answered, without any patience left.
"What if there is no time, or I can't find either of you anywhere?" Harry kept pressing.
"Then you will trust they know what they are doing and leave it like that" the boy said, clearly intending on ending the conversation, which Harry wasn't considering on complying.
"Not just because they are older means they are wiser" Harry stated.
"If you are planning on surviving the next seven years, you are going to do as you are told"
"I thought Slytherins didn't follow anyone"
"You are clearly not a real Slytherin"
"Then why was I sorted into this house?"
"I will talk about that with Professor Snape"
"Snape didn't sort me"
"Enough!" the boy yelled exasperated "from now on, you will be a Slytherin in public, but will be treated as an intruder in private"
"When are we ever going to be in private?" Harry asked, in a fake scared voice.
"I didn't mean you and me private, I meant between Slytherins. in the common room, or where there are no members of other houses in sight" the boy explained annoyed.
"So you are making me an outcast?" Harry asked
"Yes"
"Then I am free to do whatever I want" Harry stated.
"You are to behave like a Slytherin should in public" the boy stated back.
"But I am not a Slytherin"
"Yet you were sorted in this house"
"Which means I am a Slytherin and should behave as one" Harry finished, and walked towards his room, not waiting for the boy to finish thinking about how the conversation had ended.
This day should be fun. He was going to have two hours with Tom first thing in the morning. Harry was actually looking forward to finding new ways to torture his dear friend's twin. At least in his mind, since it wasn't the same Tom he'd been fighting his whole life, he was calling this Tom the twin.
"Eve-ry-one ta-ake a sit" Quirrell stuttered as soon as he walked into the room.
When the professor turned around towards the class he frowned, he noticed that Harry Potter had his hand up in the air. Obviously he had a question.
"Mr. Po-otter class ha-asn't sta-art yet. You can't po-ossibly have a que-esti-ion alre-eady" Quirrel narrowed his eyes at Harry.
He was waiting for the full pain of a headache, but it never came, which was something he was very grateful for.
"Well I have a question about souls" Harry said.
"Why wo-ould tha-at be a to-opic for DADA?" Quirrell asked.
"Can a soul be fractured let's say seven times?" Harry asked innocently.
"What made you ask that question?" Quirrell asked, forgetting to stutter, which was Harry's intention.
"It just came to my mind" Harry shrugged.
The rest of the DADA class had been a joke, Quirrell had done nothing the whole class, but narrow his eyes suspiciously at Harry. He made everyone just read the first chapter of their book.
Total waste of two hours, if you asked Harry.
During History of Magic Professor Binns had ignored Harry the whole class, even if he had tried shouting his questions. Trying to get the ghost to teach something that wasn't goblins, was proving to be an impossible feast.
In Herbology, Harry had tried sitting next to Hermione again, but she had made that impossible. She had sit with another Ravenclaw, who didn't look happy about the arrangement.
Potions at least had kept him awake.
There hadn't been a special treatment like in his old life, he hadn't been single out by the professor or asked a bunch of difficult questions.
Snape had even skipped his name, something Harry had pointed out, but had been ignored.
Snape had asked to follow the instructions on the board. He had made sure Harry's potion vanished every 5 minutes, saying it was less than acceptable, and that he had to do it again.
Of course Harry hadn't been able to complete the assignment, but at least he already known how to make that potion. He was going to do it on his free time, and give it to him in front of Dumbledore, so he would have to take it.
"You do know why everyone is treating you this way right?" Draco asked Harry while they walked towards the Great Hall, after classes had ended for the day.
Throughout the day every Slytherin had made sure not to look or talk to Harry, making sure people didn't think something was going on in the House.
"Of course I do" Harry answered for only Draco to hear "Because they are Hufflepuffs who like to follow someone else's command without knowing or even wanting to know the reason why" Harry said in a louder voice, knowing full well it had been directed at them, every Slytherin who heard him, for the first time in the day, turned towards them and glared.
Draco wanted at that moment to be already at the Slytherin's table to be able to go under it from all the glares that were directed at Harry. Since he was just beside him, he actually felt as if it were towards him as well.
"Oh look Draco! I'm visible again!" Harry exclaimed loudly for everyone in the hall to hear, with a large grin on his face, which made the other Houses confused and curious as to what was going on.
"Unfortunately, but once I learn the spell to make something invisible I'll try it on you" Ron said, while pushing him aside, and going towards the Gryffindor's table with Neville and Seamus.
"Now, what was that for?" Harry asked, hoping Draco knew the answer.
"Who cares?" Draco shrugged, "Though we shouldn't do something, or they'll think they can treat us like this every time they feel like it."
"Just let it go Draco" Harry said, feeling a little hurt.
"We can't do that! We are Slytherins! They should know their place" Draco said, getting angrier by the minute.
"I am not a Slytherin remember?" Harry stated, with no feeling in his voice, making Draco believe he was depressed by the fact that he was being outcast by the people who were supposed to be their brothers, in all but blood.
"Don't worry Harry, I will help you get into Slytherin's good side again. We will go after the boy-who-didn't-die and the boys-who-follow" Draco said, trying to make Harry feel better.
When did I become friends with Draco? Harry thought bewildered.
"Move Malfoy!" a very angry voice could be heard from afar.
Harry was walking towards the Slytherin common room, when he started hearing people shouting to each other. He knew Draco was there since someone had shouted his name, and he was pretty sure the one that had shouted had been Neville.
"Or what?" Malfoy taunted.
Harry turned the corner and there he saw them. On one side there where Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, on the other side there were Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabbini, Crabbe and Goyle.
"You don't want to know the answer to that, so just move!" Ron said, in what Harry was sure Ron thought was a very frightening voice.
His 11 year old voice was more humorous than frightening, Harry thought.
"Oh, a Gryffindor threatening a Slytherin… what would McGonagall think?" Blaise said, in a fake scared voice, which made the other Slytherin boys smirk and the Gryffindor boys even angrier, if that was possible.
Harry knew he should intervene before this escalated even higher and became impossible to stop them from hexing each other.
"You are a Death Eater just like your father!" Neville told Draco.
"Not yet" Draco said, in a low voice that he managed to make menacing.
"One day, Neville is going to kill you all" Ron screamed to all the Slytherin boys, which made them laugh hard. Nott could barely breath and Zabini was holding his stomach. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing, but Harry was pretty sure they hadn't understood a word that had been said in the hall.
"Really? The boy-who-live is going to become the boy-who-murders?" Draco asked mocking, "So, then, he is going to become the next Dark Lord?"
That made the Gryffindor boys schocked.
"Neville would never be like you" Seamus stated, in almost a whisper.
"Yet, he is threatening to kill me" Draco said, in loud enough voice to be heard, "You do know I could get you thrown into Azkaban for that right?" Draco asked Neville.
"I didn't threaten you" Neville answered, in a confident voice.
" Your minion did it for you" Draco stated.
"Unlike you, I have friends, not minions" Neville said.
"Unlike you, I have power and a name, not just a hyphened title" Draco said back.
"The Longbottons is a name with power" Neville said.
"Not like the Malfoys" Draco said back.
"The Potters and the Weasley are ancient houses too" Harry made the input.
Both Neville and Draco turned towards him, with confusion written all over their faces.
"I thought we were talking about families names" Harry said, in an innocent voice with a smile.
"Your parents should be ashamed of you! Becoming a Death Eater! The Potter had always been a light family" Ron told Harry.
"There is no such thing as light or dark, everything is gray, it's the reason behind everything you do what makes you good or bad" Harry lectured.
"Only a dark wizard would say that" Ron said.
"There are no dark wizards, there are good and bad people. Even then, everyone has good things as well as bad" Harry tried to reason.
"Get out of our way Death Eater!" Ron shouted.
"Do you see a mark?" Harry asked after he rolled his sleeves up for Ron to see.
"He-who-must-not-be-named wouldn't brand kids who are still at school, but I know you will become Death Eaters once you graduate" Ron answered.
"And how do you know what the Dark Lord would or wouldn't do? Have you met him?" Nott asked Ron.
"I would never be anywhere near Him!" Ron exclaimed.
"Then how do you plan to kill him if you don't want to be near him?" Zabini asked.
"He-who-must-not-be-named is already gone" Neville answered.
"Voldemort" Harry interrupted, and made all the boys look at him in shock, "He-who-must-not-be-named is way too long, Voldemort is shorter" Harry explained.
"You said his name!" Ron shouted in shock "You are a Death Eater!" Harry couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes at that.
"Am I ever be anything but a Death Eater, just because I am in Slytherin?" Harry asked.
"All dark wizards are from Slytherins" Seamus stated.
"I know a dark wizard from Gryffindor" Harry answered.
"Impossible!" all the Gryffindor boys shouted at the same time.
"Why can't we all be friends?" Harry asked hopeful.
"I would never trust a Slytherin!" Ron shouted
"I wouldn't let anyone ever see me with a Death Eater" Neville shouted
"Never!" Seamus and Dean shouted at the same time.
The Slytherin boys were just trying to hide their confused faces.
"Move Malfoy!" Neville shouted again.
"Or what?" Malfoy taunted.
"Feels like dejavu" Harry whispered to Dean, since he was the closest one.
Dean just shoved him aside, and went to stand closer to Seamus.
Harry couldn't believe what Dean had done, he was supposed to be his friend.
No he wasn't, this weren't the people he once knew. They were different people with his friend's faces. Dean would never had done something like that.
The confrontation in the hall, between the first year's Gryffindors and Slytherins, had ended in a hex fight getting Crabbe, Goyle and Dean in the Hospital Wing.
Harry hadn't thrown a single hex, but had had to doge several ones from Gryfindors, and he wasn't sure if one or two had been from the Slytherins.
"What is wrong with you Potter?" Draco shoved him once they entered the Slytherin common room and everyone in there turn towards them.
"What was that for?" Harry asked surprised.
"You like being an outcast don't you? What were you thinking defending the Gryffindors?" Draco asked angrily.
"You didn't throw a single hex at them, we are Slytherins, we are supposed to have each others back" Nott said, while shoving him again.
At that moment, Flint and his friends entered the common room laughing.
"The mudblood's face was worth it!" one of them exclaimed, making everyone focus on the seventh year and forget about Harry.
"What mudblood?" someone asked.
"The first year ugly bossy one" Flint said.
"The beaver?" Draco asked.
"Yes, that one! With the bushy hair and the large teeth"
"What did you do to Hermione?" Harry asked, getting mad, making everyone focus on him again.
"You are on first name basis with the mudblood?" Nott asked him.
"She is not a mudblood!" Harry defended Hermione.
"Really? I've never heard about the Granger family before" Draco mocked.
"She is a muggleborn" Harry said.
"Mudblood" Draco said, in an almost hissing tone full of malice.
"I thought you said you weren't this way, that it was all an act for people outside Slytherin" Harry told him.
"You are outside of Slytherin. The fact that the hat put you here doesn't make you one of us" Draco explained.
"Hermione is worth a hundred of you!" Harry stated, which made everyone laugh hard.
"Are you in love with the mudblood?" Flint mocked in a baby's voice, which made everyone laugh even harder. Harry just glared at him.
"Defending the Gryffindor blood-traitors and in love with the Ravenclaw mudblood" Flint said, and shoved him hard enough to make him fall.
"I would rather have them as a friends than you" Harry told him from the floor.
"They are not your friends Potter, not even them like you" Draco told him, with a smirk.
"Potter is delusional" One of the Slytherin boys declared.
"You are alone Potter, and now that you became a Slytherin not even your parents will want you" Draco stated.
"True families are there for each other no matter what. Something you will never know" Harry told him.
"We will see" Draco almost dared.
From there things had gotten worst.
Not even the other first years Slytherins talked to him. No one from the other Houses even looked at him. Being a Slytherin had become a nightmare, and he hadn't even received a reply from his parents yet.
He was starting to want to go back with more force each day. Maybe he should tell Dumbledore about his situation, surely he could help. Who better than the Greatest wizard alive to help send him back?
After 5 days of being in Hogwarts an owl flew right to him during breakfast.
His name: Harry James Potter, was written in a dark green ink.
Harry opened it curious as to what it was about, and who had written him.
Harry James Potter:
This has to be the ultimate prank ever! How did you manage it?
You have to tell me before I go to Hogwarts! Can you imagine? What better prank than both Potter kids in Slytherin? Wouldn't it be awesome?
Mom and Dad are disappointed I think.
But I think they just don't know how to handle it, it's not like you are a different person just because you are with the snakes.
Do they have snakes as pets in their common room? That would be great!
Sirius hasn't come over since your letter.
He stormed out saying he wanted nothing to do with the Potters anymore, but I am sure he was just being his usual drama self and he will be here next week.
Don't worry Harry, they would come to their senses soon. They just like being dramatic and if it doesn't happen, you can always ask your master to torture them until they do.
Just kidding!
Dad threatened me to not go after your footsteps, so that is exactly what I am doing. Please tell me how you managed to trick the Sorting hat, (dad told me how you get sorted after I begged with my puppy face, it wasn't that hard), I have two years to prepare. Make sure to write me back fast!
I know I should have written back earlier but I was grounded for shouting to mom after they got your letter, by the way, Holly wanted me to say hi and that she will be here for you no matter what. She called Sirius a really funny word that I won't write.
Why don't you write her and ask her what that word was? (Hint Hint!)
Kidding aside you should write her, you know she really cares about you and she will be really happy to hear from you.
Remus and Peter didn't mind you being a slytherin, well I don't think uncle Peter was actually paying attention. You know how he is, and uncle Remus was trying to reason with mom, dad and Sirius about you being the same boy who left a week ago and whom Sirius had sob uncontrollably for (Dad told them about what happened the night before and the day you left).
Well, dear brother of mine, write me back soon and tell me about your adventures. What you learn and all the pranks you do.
Remember I am stuck here at home bored with nothing to do, so don't you dare forget about me!
Your jealous little sister,
Danielle Kelly Potter
Uncle Peter? Harry thought. The rat is still around? Who is Holly?
Receiving Danielle's letter had brightened his mood. It had been good to know someone still cared for him no matter what and that she was even jealous, calling all of what was happening a prank! He just wished it were a prank.
The fact that Sirius, James and Lily were disappointed and not wanted to talk to him made him ache. He was so sure that if he ever had parents they would be there no matter what, but he had learned that what he saw in the Malfoy family was what was true instead (he had forgotten about the Weasley family for that moment).
If his parents didn't want him, now more than ever he wanted to get out of here and go back to his life. That loneliness he preferred, this one was breaking him fast.
Harry decided he should tell everything to Dumbledore, just after classes ended.
"Lost Potter?" the sarcastic voice of Severus Snape said from behind.
"I was on my way towards the Headmaster's office" Harry answered, not really wanting to fight with Snape at the moment.
"Do you have an appointment?" Snape asked, with a hint of curiosity.
"No sir, I just had something important to tell him" Harry answered.
"The headmaster is a very importat man Potter. He doesn't care about 11 year olds childish problems. Go back to the common room." Snape told him.
"I am sorry Professor, but this is important" Harry tried to reason.
"I am sure is not. Potter do as I say or I will have to take away points from my own house, and I don't think the other Slytherins will like that" Snape threatened with a smirk.
Harry, thinking that he could always come back later, turned around and left the Professor behind.
"Move Potter"
Harry hadn't been paying attention to his surrounding and had ended being in the same hall with the Gryffindors' first years.
Was Neville able to say anything but "move"?
"You can walk around me Neville" Harry stated, not really caring.
"Don't call me by my first name! and I said move!" Neville ordered.
"Walk around me!" Harry said louder this time.
"He is the boy-who-lived if he wants you to move, you move!" Ron told Harry.
"Is he your master?" Harry asked Ron.
"I don't have a master! I am not you!" Ron answered.
"Then why do you kiss the floor Longbottom walks on?" Harry said, ignoring the last part of what Ron told him, and making emphasis in Longbottom.
"He is my friend not my follower, something you will never have!" Neville told Harry.
"Do you hate me just because I am in Slytherin?" Harry asked all the boys, really wanting to know the answer.
"You are a Dark Wizard!" Dean answered, as if it was everything that was important.
"And you are prejudice! You hate Voldemort because he doesn't accept muggleborns or muggles, and you don't accept anyone who you think is different" Harry said in a sad voice, the Gryffindors boys all gasped when Harry said Voldemort.
"Don't say his name!" Neville half ordered, half begged.
"You supposedly vanquished Voldemort, yet you can't say or hear his name?" Harry asked, getting frustrated.
"Neville is the most powerful wizard alive, he vanquished you-know-who" Ron told him.
"Voldemort" Harry corrected, getting exasperated.
"Don't say his name!" Neville ordered again.
"Voldemort! Voldemort! Voldemort!" Harry yelled, just when students and Professor Snape where about to walk besides them.
"Potter!" Snape reprimanded.
"Let me guess, I have detention and a million points off Slytherin, right?" Harry said, in a sarcastic mad tone of voice.
"Two weeks detention and 50 points off Slytherin" Snape declared, for everyone to hear.
"Lets make it four weeks Professor" Harry told him and before Snape could say anything else, Harry shouted Voldemort's name three more times.
"Potter four weeks detention and 100 hundred points from Slytherin! Come with me, we are going to go see the Headmaster" Snape said, dragging him towards Dumbledore's office, leaving shocked and frightened students behind.
Harry wanting to go see the Headmaster since he woke up, let Snape dragged him there.
Once they were in front of the gargoyle Snape said the password in a whisper, which made Harry frustrated since it would be easier for him to come often if he knew the password.
"I am very disappointed Mr. Potter"
"Someone once told me I shouldn't fear a name for it only gives more power to the man" Harry recited.
"Wise words" Dumbledore stated "But that is not the reason why I am disappointed"
"Is it because I was sorted into Slytherin?" Harry asked
"A house doesn't make a person evil or good. Being cunning and ambitious doesn't make you evil Harry" Dumbledore explained.
"Then why are you disappointed, sir?" Harry asked, honestly curious.
"Why were you fighting with Mr. Longbottom and his friends?" Dumbledore asked.
"I wasn't fighting Headmaster, I was trying to get back to the common room. Neville and his friends tried to start a fight with me" Harry explained.
Dumbledore's usual twinkle wasn't present this time, this was how Harry knew he wasn't believing a word he was saying.
"Neville is a spoiled brat" Harry said, starting to get angry.
"Mr. Potter, have more respect for the Headmaster!" Snape ordered.
"He thinks he is superior to everyone" Harry continued, as if he hadn't heard Snape.
"Neville doesn't think he is superior than you Harry" Dumbledore tried to reason.
"You just have to see how his friends act around him, to know I am telling the truth. If you don't see it, you are blind" Harry said back.
"That is enough Mr. Potter! Go back to your house. I will tell you tomorrow when your detention will begin" Snape snapped.
"I am not telling Dumbledore or anyone about who I really am. I don't need them. I can find out how to get out of here by myself. For that I need to stop playing and start researching what happened to the other Harry, and every single different thing there is from what I know" Harry said to himself, once he was alone in his room.
Random Facts:
Harry is unstable, at this moment he doesn't care why anything happens, nor he pays really any attention to his surroundings, he has been alone for years which makes him hate being alone now that he knows he can be surrounded by people, he doesn't really care who is besides him as long as there is someone there, though he misses Hermione and Ron's company. I hope this explains a little his behavior and why I am not explaining a lot of things yet.
The first day of class is a Tuesday.
Holly is Sirius eldest daughter, her full name is Holly Marie Black and she is currently 8 years old, her birthday is on the 25th of September.
Date: 2nd, 3rd, 6th September 1991
Reviews are welcomed.