The train ride to Hogwarts was filled with all sorts of chatter. No one aside from the compartment he resided in knew The-Boy-Who-Escaped-Voldemort was aboard the train. And no one aside from they and the Dark Lord knew the Oiolairë Twins were aboard the train. That is until it was time to be sorted. All was calm and silent in the room as Ellil Harrison Potter boldly strolled up to the stool. He sat on it and Professor Minerva McGonagall, the woman that intimidated the students almost as much as Severus Snape did, placed the ratty item called a hat upon his ruby locks. Harry's blank features broke when Ellil was sorted into the "House for the Brave", the house of Godric Gryffindor. A smirk of superiority grew on the Elf Prince's face when Ellil walked past him. Ellil let a hiss pass his lips before continuing to the table farthest from the double doors.
"Potter, Harry?" Minerva called out. The hall seemed to have no one breathing as Harry stepped up to the stool. Ratty was the thing obscuring his vision when he sat.
Good lord, came a voice, aren't you supposed to be dead?
Harry blinked. No emotion broke through after that break around Ellil.
Ah, being difficult, I see, the voice purred. A shudder of disgust wracked Harry's body. Better be…
"SLYTHERIN!!!" Harry carelessly tossed the hat to the ground and stood. Feeling eyes on him, he turned around and met the obsidian orbs of one Severus Snape. He looked the farthest from pleased. Harry knew exactly why, as well. He settled himself in his seat beside Hermione and Draco, shooting his cold, emotionless glares to anyone who dared glare at Hermione. The rest of Sorting passed without commotion. During the consumption of nutrients, as Tom put it, Harry heard whispers of himself and took no notice of the looks thrown his way. He touched his food not, as he deemed it disgusting after smelling it. No one beat the home cooking that took place inside the Gaunt Manor and the Malfoy Manor, so he refused to eat it.
He instead chose to "people-watch" as the Carrow twins so impolitely put it. He was merely taking appearances and words spoken from certain individual's lips and storing it away for future reference while listening to Hermione's idle chatter.
It was there unto the nigh end of First Year where his life was boring. T'was the end months of First Year that found absolute adrenaline coursing through the Elf Prince. Tom was coming to school. Not Tom, Tom but Tom. Tom was to "visit" Ellil and Harry was to escort Ellil to Tom. This meant Harry had to converse with the Golden Trio; Ronald Weasley, Lavender Brown, and Ellil Potter. It was the bane of Harry's existence to converse with them. Snakes and Lions just did not go well together alone. This would be why Harry found it necessary to approach the Trio at lunch with his own back up following; Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger.
You see, Slytherin House was formed into odd cliques. Especially the first years. There were two main groups and one group branching off of a main group in first year. There was Harry's group which mainly consisted of: Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger. Then there was the branch of Harry's group, led by Harry's Dragon. This group consisted of Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Jr., and Vincent Jr. The other group consisted of Thys Vael. He had the remaining First Years (Millicent Bulstrode, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, and Alan James) on his side and they fought over ideals. Namely: Thys believe those supporting Voldemort were dealing in illegal substances because all mortals were created equally. Harry, however, believed in Voldemort's (he always cringed in horror when that name was spoken, as Tom was much more befitting of the snake-like man) morals to the bone. All other cliques seemed to have disbanded and chosen to join one of the two –or three, counting the branch- cliques already dominating the House of Slytherin. No one outside of Slytherin knew of this odd development, which is why Harry was able to approach the table of Gryffindor with less snide glares than had the whole school known of the Slytherin Divide.
Ronald stood as the Slytherin Elf approached. He glared and had his hand in his pocket where the magical stick of wood resided. Blaise put his hand on his hip as he always kept his wand on the inside of his pants. Harry paid them both no mind. He stepped his lithe form around the lanky build of the Weasley and rudely grabbed his brother's collar. From the staff table, the assistant Mediwitch Lily Evans gasped. Ignoring those around them, Harry dragged Ellil out of the hall without so much as a glance towards his friends. They, however, expected it and ran after him, followed by Ronald and Lavender.
From the staff table stood Severus along with Lily and Albus. Severus uttered one word before chasing after the Slytherins. "Silim…"
In the hall, things were starting to get ugly. Harry had his brother against a wall, hidden from view. Ellil stared into the emerald depths that were Harry's eyes. The brown eyed boy found himself thinking how beautiful Harry's eyes were. Harry, however, pondered how to brooch the subject of the Philosopher's Stone. He decided the blunt way was the path he should choose.
"What," whispered Harry in his Elvish Seduction voice –the voice he used on Alecto and Thys frequently-, "do you know of the Philosopher's Stone?"
The voice turned Ellil's brain to mush for a few moments before he registered his brother's words. His brown orbs widened and Harry's emeralds narrowed, looking much like the eyes of a snake. Ellil sighed. Hiding it would do no good, especially because of Harry's voice. "I know someone's trynna steal it from Professor Dumbledore. I think it's Professor Snape, Harry," answered Ellil in a voice much to quiet to be a Gryffindor. Harry let out a cold, bark-like laugh.
"Professor Snape may be a heartless git, but he would never," Harry released Ellil and stepped back coolly while Ellil slid to the floor, "never steal something precious to Father. How clear is this to you?!" Harry looked at the nervous Ellil.
"I…" he looked at Harry. "Then who's trying to take the Stone? Hagrid said someone wanted to know how to handle Fluffy… A man in a black cloak. I only think Snape wears rubbish like that in public." Harry blinked his cold eyes and rolled them seconds later.
"Quirrell. Professor. Quirrell. Look at the back of his head and if your stupid scar burns, come to me. Don't you dare go to Dumbledore. Come to me." Ellil could only nod before the carbon copy of his father vanished. He couldn't help but wonder about Harry. He stood shakily and walked out into the Entrance Hall where Snape, Dumbledore, and his mother were along with Ronald, Lavender, Harry, Blaise, and Hermione.
"Silim," Snape snarled. Harry met his professor's glare with his cold emerald orbs. "… Just go back to the Common Room."
Harry sneered and he, along with Blaise and Hermione, made their way back to the Slytherin Dorms.