Content Warning: Sex and Violence. Ch. 5 Recap at top of Ch. 6 post for those who would rather not read.

Chapter 5

Slytherin Initiations

The Slytherin dorm looked exactly like it did the time he and Ron had tricked Malfoy into letting them in their second year. The students settled around the common room and the two seventh year prefects, MacNair and Narcissa Malfoy, stepped forward. No one had actually said anything to him. It was kind of weird. In Gryffindor, they would have been all over a new kid with welcomes, and questions, and smiles. Not so here. He had spent dinner studing the kids at the table trying to figure out how many of them had tried to kill him in the past, while they ignored him. There was only that overly polite coldness that his aunt loved so much. Harry settled back away from the main body of kids with his back to the wall but the path to the door clear.

"Hi everyone, I'm Narcissa Black." Black of course. Harry made a mental note not to call her Malfoy. "Slytherin is an ancient house and our reputation is foremost. The other houses, the professors, everyone, is against us. There will be no fights among Slytherins outside of this room. Leave your grievances in house. If you have a problem, go to your mentor. Now, Third years on that wall, First years over there."

The two years lined up and MacNair asked the thirds if there were any preferences. One boy stepped up and pointed at a little blonde first year girl. No one else showed any preference and MacNair quickly paired them off.

"What is going on?" Harry asked the girl sitting next to him. He didn't recognize her but she seemed nice enough. She lacked that perpetual scowl all the other Slytherns seemed to wear.

"Mentors. Upper years watch out for the younger years."

Harry hated to admit that Slytherin did something better than Gryffindor but he would have liked having someone older to go to with his problems. Someone other than the Weasley twins which admittedly caused more mischief among the younger years then any ten people. The second years were paired with fourth years, the third years with fifth and the fourth years with sixth. As they years progressed, more students were hand picked.

"Now, if there are no more questions, fourth years and younger, get on up to your dorms. Classes start much earlier than you think."

Once the youngsters had cleared out, the mood in the room shifted. The fifth years lined up against the wall and the seventh years took to walking up and down the line. Harry didn't move and neither did the girl next to him, who he learned was Clarie Smith a sixth year. Narcissa stepped forward first.

"Regulus, you're with me."

There were groans throughout the room, "Cissy, you really shouldn't baby him like that. He needs to prove himself just like the others."

"He's my cousin. I know the value of family so just back off Walden."

Harry leaned over to Clarie and asked softly, "What am I missing now?"

"Fifth years hardly need mentoring. I lucked out last year because my brother was a seventh year last year and he protected me like Cissy is doing for Regi."

"Protecting from what?"

MacNair stepped forward. "My turn. I was really hoping to get little Reg. Oh well. Yaxley. You are mine for the rest of the year. You can start by sucking me off."

Harry couldn't believe it. Yaxley, who Harry had last seen hexing people during the battle, actually fell to his knees in front of MacNair. MacNair opened his robe and slipped it off his shoulders never taking his eyes off the small boy in front of him. Once the robe was out of the way, Yaxley reached up and unbuttoned MacNair's trousers and took out his hard cock.

Harry was absolutely mesmerized. Regardless of the jokes made about boarding school dorms, Harry had never seen anything like this. Other than those few stolen kisses with Ginny during sixth year and those magazines belonging to the twins, he had no experience in sex at all. He felt himself growing hard and shifted his robes to hide it as he stood.

"Where are you going, New Kid."

"To the dorm." Harry said. MacNair had a crazy look in his eye. He may be only 17, but he was only one step away from the killer of helpless hippogriffs that Harry knew so well.

"You have not been dismissed yet." Another seventh year said as he stepped up behind the chair where MacNair sat. Yaxley didn't even pause in his bobbing.

"Leave him alone, Avery. He doesn't know us."

"It's time he learn, Cissy. Can't make you a mentor can we? You're smaller than most of the fifth years. Cute too with that long hair." Avery said addressing Harry. "Guess you'll just have to be a bitch. Snape, not the Potter you want on his knees but if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, he could pass for our illustrious head boy."

"I can think of a few chores for a Potter bitch." Snape said stepping forward.

"I'm no one's bitch."

"Get over here, New Kid, and kiss my boots."

"Get over here and kiss my ass." Enough was enough. Harry may have wanted to avoid a fight at first, but there was no way he was going to let these deatheaters push him around. Seeing Snape at dinner had been a conflicting experience. After the revelations of Snape's memories, Harry was actually feeling he would try and get to know Snape. Then again, seven years of hatrid were hard to discount. Right now Harry was remembering why he hated Snape so thoroughly. Harry flicked his wrist bringing his wand out of his holster and into his hand. The fold of his robes obscured anyone else from seeing the length of wood in his hand.

"You will do what you are told." Snape sneered.

"Or?"

"Or I'll make you."

"Really? Did you brush up on your Imperious over the summer? Because that is the only way anyone would ever kiss any part of you."

Snape moved his wand up but Harry didn't hesitate long enough to even figure out what it was Snape was trying to cast. If he was lucky it really would be Imperio considering Harry could just throw it off. Damn greasy git had gone straight to a cutting hex not that Harry was anywhere near it when it flew past his previous position.

Harry had entered catch the snitch mode. No thinking. No planning. No doubts. Harry shot off offensive spell after offensive spell barely stopping to cast shields or counter curses to the hexes Snape was throwing. He just used those seeker reflexes of his to dodge the spell lights. Finally he was in arms length. He shot up in front of Snape, grabbed the wand out of his hand and then cast a silent levicorpus.

"I'm no hem kisser. Remember that." Harry admitted to himself that he felt a little satisfaction at the turn out of the duel. Last time he went up against Snape, he didn't fair near as well.

Up to this point the other Slytherins had remained out of the fight. A quick movement to his left alerted him that had changed. He threw up a protego and again battle ensued. This time almost all the seventh years and even some of the sixth years had started throwing hexes at him.

Harry just rolled with the spells the same way he rolled with bludgers. Though to be honest, Quidditch only had two bludgers. He had no idea how many spells continued to be thrown in his direction. He saw two spells coming at once. The one from the right was a disarming charm and the one on the left was green. Intellectually, he didn't think seventh years would actually throw a killing curse. It was probably something simple. But he would rather take the expelliarmus than the green. He gripped his wand tight preparing to fight the spell. Only he didn't feel a tug on his wand. He didn't feel anything.

"Ennervate." He didn't know which of the leering faces was the one that woke him up. Though there were far fewer people milling around the common room.

Dammit. Was a stunner not a disarming charm. I need some sleep.

It only took him a few seconds to evaluate his options. No wand. Bound up tight, probably Incarcerous, as he didn't see this bunch of idiotic pureblood, death eater wantabe's actually going out to fetch rope.

OK, If it's a spell, it can be broken.

"Time to learn some manners." MacNair said then he shot off a bludger hex that slammed into Harry's stomach. It hurt. Nothing like a crucio, but it definitely wasn't fun. "It seems you need to be schooled in basic fear. When your betters tell you to do something, you do it."

Harry spit and it landed on the tip of MacNair's boot. Then he smiled. Keep them off balance till he could get the damn spell broken. Don't act like a Gryffindor. Act like a Slytherin. He needed sarcasm. What would Malfoy say in a situation like this?

Please don't hurt me. I'll kiss your boots.

Screw that.

Harry went with the Gryffindor response. "I'm sorry Mr. Prefect. I was so busy kicking all of your asses that I forgot to be afraid today. Maybe you could get another dozen or so minions to see if they can be wizard enough to take me all on at once?"

"I don't need any help in showing you your place in the world. Put him in position boys." Four of the others came forward and immobalized him. One holding to each ankle and the other two pushing him down by his shoulders across the back of the sofa. He couldn't name any of the ones holding him. He looked back over his shoulder where MacNair was standing with Avery on one side and Snape on the other.

"Thought you didn't need help."

"Not for this I don't." He flipped up Harry's robe and reached around to undo his belt.

Oh hell no. Oh hell no.

The windows started to rattle but it wasn't enough. MacNair was pulling down his zipper.

"NO."

The magic whipped out making what happened to his Aunt Marge look tame. The people holding him were picked up and thrown into the air. They landed stunned along with three people standing behind him. Harry found himself on all fours.

Harry shakily got to his feet. He had to grab on the back of a nearby sofa to keep from falling back down. Several students stood back against the walls but none even made a move. Harry saw his wand laying under a table and without a word, the wand summoned to his hand. With his other, he held his pants closed. He looked to Snape, McNair, and the other Slytherin's unconscious on the common room floor.

Time to make for the hills.

The portal was just a few feet away. As he moved past where MacNair lay, Harry brought back his foot and kicked him in the ribs as hard as he could.

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Not as graphic as it was. I actually toned it down a lot.

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