Harry Potter, the Forgotten Son

Chapter 2: The First Days

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(I Own Nothing)

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(AN: Someone pointed out a mistake in the first chapter, I mistakenly had the third year tell Draco that he was in the same year as Harry, but Harry is in fact a fourth year, sorry about that. I'll correct it soon as I can. Also, I may be changing some dates around, nothing too major but things that some avid Potter junkie may notice.)

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After the traditional Hogwarts Welcoming Feast, all but the first years and prefects left to go directly to their respective dorms or common rooms. Prefects were required to take the new students around, showing them some of the amazing and magical quirks that the magically infused castle had before heading to the dorms. There, they would be told the password and later get a speech from Snape about house unity and that if they did have, 'disagreements' to take care of them in the privacy of the common room.

But unknown to most, five notable students were currently not in their dorms despite the fact that it was close to curfew.

Not many knew this but there were three factions that controlled the school, the first was the Board of Governors, a group of men and women that acted as the go-between for the Ministry and the Headmaster. They were suppose to be trying to improve the school but mainly used the power for other things. Secondly there was the Staff, the Headmaster and the teachers were naturally going to enforce school rules.

But lastly was one that few knew about. They didn't have a true name but consisted of seven students, two from each house except from Slytherin. Each member held some sway with the children and worked together to manipulate the school how they wanted it to be. But the reason Slytherin only had one member was simple, the Slytherin student was their leader...

Standing in one of the many unused classrooms that littered the halls of Hogwarts, five teens had pushed two of the long desks together and had moved the benches around them to sit. Seven magical candles flickered as they floated above the two desks, letting off a surprising amount of light considering the size of the flame.

Four sat at the sides while the last stood at the head, looking at each other with serious faces as they all presented their wands and placed them on the desks so that the tip faced them. The four nodded to each other and looked to the last person expectedly.

"Good evening, everyone. It is a pleasure to see you all again... well it's nice to see the four of you, seeing that two of our group are playing chaperone to our new students," Harry hummed to the four as he stood at the head of the table, dressed in his normal uniform and vest while looking them over.

The first was an older girl in her seventh year of Hogwarts, she wore the standard uniform of Hogwarts baring the yellow Hufflepuff crest and had a yellow and brown tie loosely hanging around her neck. She was rather average looking in shape but had dark, twinkling eyes with a pale, heart-shaped face. But her most defining feature was the short spiky hair that seemed to glow bright, bubble gum pink.

"Yeah don't remind me," the girl huffed, "Those two were made prefects this year."

Harry stared at her for a moment, "You only have yourself to blame, Tonks. As Professor Sprout said, you lack the ability to behave despite your considerable influence over your fellow Hufflepuff,"

That made her sigh again, her hair turning a depressed blue for a moment before turning back to pink.

Nymphadora Tonks was a talented and quite popular girl in her house, mainly due to the fact that she was a Metamorph which boys found attractive for obvious reasons. But the ability came with a price, due to changing her body's natural shape, her balance was nonexistent and it wasn't odd to see her trip over her own two feet at random times. He had met and befriended the 17 year-old, who also happened to be the cousin of Rose's godfather Sirius Black, back during his second year. Her boyfriend at the time had been trying to convince her into changing into some other girl and going with him into the nearest broom closet, only for her to refuse since she hated when people asked her to change all the time.

When the boy tried use coercion, Harry stunned him and asked the older girl if she was ok. It goes without saying that she dumped her boyfriend and gained a good friend in Harry.

Sitting next to her was a handsome young man with curly brown hair and bright gray eyes. He wore the same house colors as Tonks and was often called cute by older students.

"But you got to admit, some of those pranks were funny," he mused with a small chuckle, leaning back and smiling at the memories.

"Cedric's got a point," Tonks with a grin, also thinking back to the pranks.

Cedric was a year younger than Harry and was the son of Amos Diggory, an official working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He was invited into the group a little while after the start of his second year after distinguishing himself as both an academic and athletic student. He had made reserve seeker for the team and shined when the first-string seeker french kissed the metal pole holding one of the rings at full speed.

He was very charismatic and popular among his fellow hufflepuff dorm mates, even more so to the females once he started building muscle from training to be a better seeker. To younger Hufflepuff he was like a big brother, always giving advice to them when it involved things they didn't want to ask their head of house about.

Sitting across from Cedric was a fifth year Ravenclaw with long light brown curly hair, she was an attractive girl in her own right with doe brown eyes and a slightly round face but hid her teenage body under the school cloak.

She was a muggleborn student with a serious love for Quidditch and a dark secret, a fact that Harry easly picked up on. While she loved to watch Quidditch, she loved power even more. The girl, like many other females, liked to manipulate things, cause drama, and the like. With her little group of gossip mongers, she had a lot of influence over the students opinions on things and jumped at the chance to control more.

Lastly, there was a well built and burly 15 year old boy with a commanding presence. He had dark brown eyes and short matching hair. The teen also wore his cloak, proudly displayed the small red and gold Quidditch pin identifying him as the team captain.

His name was Oliver Wood, an aspiring Quidditch player who dreamed of making it big. He had been desperate to be on the team, dreaming of being Captain so when the younger Slytherin offered him the chance, he jumped at it... a bit suspicious but not enough to stop him.

When his dream soon came true, his loyalty had been solidified and with that loyalty, he helped the group with whatever needed to be done.

"As you all know, Charlie Weasley and Robert Hillard are both busy attending to the new first years, so please fill them in later." Harry said while glancing to Oliver and Penelope, "First off, it seems that we have a new defense Professor."

He was cut off by a snort from Tonks, "I give 'em two months max," she said with a grin, "Just like the last few."

"Yes... that stuttering fool has got to go, how can you teach defense when you fear every loud notice and dark corner," Harry mused with a sneer, "Oliver, could you have our two prankster twins give the man a rather festive first week of classes?"

The Gryffindor grinned, "I'm sure they'd love the idea, same deal as last time?"

He nodded, "Of course. But on to my main concern, I'm sure that you all heard the Headmaster's announcement concerning the third floor?"

They nodded.

"Well something isn't right... why would he make the corridor off limits? Much less with the threat of a possible painful death, that is, unless he's hiding something... keep an eye out for anything... stranger than usual, I don't like it at all." The 14 year old was silent for a second, letting it soak in, "But other than that, I do not have anything else to say, do any of you?"

Penelope cleared her throat, catching their attention as Harry sat down, "I got something to ask. What's with the rumor I heard about you and the Carrow twins being... really... really close?"

That got everyone's complete and utter attention, making them snap their heads over to the boy in question with shock in their eyes.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "And what might this rumor be?"

"About you and them doing something other than snogging like crazy in a broom closet and that both of them couldn't walk or sit right for days." the girl replied without missing a beat.

The boy looked her in the eye without betraying a thing, "I have no doubt that it was Flora and Hestia who started the rumors, both of them are quite enamored with me."

"That still dosen't answer me,"

Harry's smirk told them everything they needed to know.

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Slipping through the empty corridors towards the Slytherin Dungeon, Harry easly made it to the wall hiding the entrance of the Slytherin dorms without trouble.

"pureblood," he muttered lowly with a shake of his head as the wall in the cellars opened, revealing a passage that led to the low-ceiling, dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. It extended part way under the lake outside the castle and even had some charmed windows that allowed them to see into the murky green waters. The common room has lots of low backed black and dark green leather sofas with buttons, skulls, and dark wood cupboards. It has quite a grand atmosphere, but also quite a cold one.

Upon entering, the few who still remained up, mainly upper-years, regarded him momentarily before returning to what they were doing, but a few second and third years either smiled or nodded at him as he headed towards the area where fourth year students stayed.

Unlike the Gryffindors, who bunked with their year mates in their tower, Slytherin students weren't required to bunk in the same rooms unless they wanted to, in which the room would be expanded and depending on how many were bunking together, up to two bunk beds were placed in the room.

The only ones exempt from this were the first years, they had to have at least one bunkmate until they became second years. Mainly to insure that they aren't doing something incredibly stupid in the confines of their room but also to make sure they get to know each other a bit.

He himself had bunked with Lucian Bole in his first year and didn't have any big problems with the boy, but it didn't stop him from taking a room to himself the next year.

Seeing as he was the only one staying in the room, it was a bit small but suitable. All the stuff he had left there the previous three years had also been moved into his new room.

In the corner was his dark wood twin-sized bed with a Slytherin Green comforter, a black pillow and matching sheets. Next to it stood a carved night stand with small burning lamp and a large drawer for whatever he wanted to store there. Beside the night stand, a dark green armchair sat in the corner, angled to look into the middle of the room towards a round area rug depicting the Slytherin crest. Against one wall stood a small bookcase with five wide shelves, the first held the school books that he would be required to carry on various days, below it sat thick manuscripts holding spell, charm, potion, and rune theories written by masters in their subject. The third shelf had a row of smaller spell and charm books organized by difficulty and the skill they required to be casted and the fourth held potions books. Lastly, the bottom shelf was more of his random book collection, he had some runes books, astronomy, divination... anything that he may need to look at if he had to look something up. Across from that was a desk for homework with his trunk sitting at the foot of his bed not too far from the desk, which still held the unused ink pots and quills sitting on it that he left the year before.

"Good evening Master," Twilly greeted as she popped in, holding a stack of his cleaned and folded clothing, "I've finished arranging your room just as you had it and just did finish ironing your pants for tomorrow,"

"Thank you Twilly," he muttered as she placed the clothing into his trunk, laying a stack of his usual clothing on the top, "Feel free to take the rest of the night off, you've done well and earned that rest,"

The elf in maids clothing bowed, "Your too kind Master, thank you,"

As the house elf left, he removed his vest and shoes, moving over to relax in his chair. He didn't sit there five minutes before there was a knock on his door, making him smirk.

There was another difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor, in the other house, boys and girls weren't allowed to go into the dorms of the opposite sex.

The door opened.

"Hello Flora... Hestia."

Flora and Hestia Carrow, the identical twins of Slytherin, were fellow fourth years and very antisocial for some reason. Not because of their looks or anything as they were both very attractive. Both had long brown hair and a fondness for green, the two were only a few inches shorter than him and while they hadn't filled out all the way, their bodies just screamed cute going on sexy.

"Hello Harry," they said together before stepping in.

The door shut lightly behind them and nothing else was heard for the remainder of the night, thanks to a powerful silencing charm.

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Rose huffed as she walked to her second class of the day, Potions. Both James, Uncle Remus, and Uncle Sirius had warned her about the professor, saying that he might be a bit harsher on her because of them pranking him in school.

'Just what I needed,' she groaned to herself while descending into the dungeons. It had been a day since classes started and yesterday had been much better than today, first off she had woke up late and nearly missed breakfast, then she had to all but run to Charms and now had to go all the way to the dungeons by herself, seeing as her friends Hermione and Ron had went on ahead while she was asked to stay behind by Flitwick.

Checking the watch on her wrist, she groaned, she was late on the first day of potions! Could it get any worse?

To make things worse, she hadn't seen hide nor hair of her brother at all since they got off the train. Which she could understand, after-all they could have completely different schedules and might be in different parts of Hogwarts all the time. But she hadn't even seen him at lunch or dinner the day before and she wanted to talk to him about their classes... or at least to see him for a little while.

"Rose?" a familiar voice called out to her from down the stone hallway, making the girl turn to spot Harry leisurely making his way towards her, "What are you doing out, shouldn't you be in class already?"

"Harry!" she all but cheered, running over to him and giving her brother a hug, "Where have you been? I couldn't find you at lunch or dinner yesterday,"

He wrapped an arm around her, carrying a messenger bag across his chest that looked similar to her own while returning the hug, just not as eagerly as she had, "I didn't eat in the great hall yesterday, I stopped by the kitchen and picked something up. But don't try to change the subject, what are you doing wandering around when you should be in class?"

"I'm running late, Professor Flitwick wanted to congratulate me for doing so good on my first day,"

Harry nodded in understanding, "Oh, well forgive me for thinking that you were skipping class. But if your here then that means you must have Snape next."

She nodded, "Yeah and dad said that he might not like me,"

Her brother raised an eyebrow, "I don't think so," he mused while looking at the girl, she was the spitting image of his mother and from what he knew, Lily had been Snapes best and only friend for awhile. That was until he started hanging out with the wrong people and called her a mudblood in a fit of anger and embarrassment due to James humiliating him once again.

He turned her around and ushered her on, "Come on, I'll walk you to class and make sure that Snape knows why your late,"

"Won't you get in trouble for being late?"

"I don't have a class until this afternoon." he replied as they both started towards Snape's classroom, "But tell me, how do you like Hogwarts so far?"

"It's so cool!" Rose gushed, "There's so many amazing things here and I haven't been everywhere yet!"

Harry smiled, "Well maybe one day you and me will have to go exploring,"

"Really!"

He nodded, "Of course, but first you'll have to do your best in class... speaking of which, here's Snape's class." Harry told her before knocking three times.

After a moment of waiting, the door flung open revealing Snape's frowning face, "May I help you Mr. Potter?"

"Certainly Professor, you see, I was walking and spotted my sister walking to class, I do hope you forgive her tardiness." Harry spoke while stepping aside, revealing his sister who had as some point taken position behind him upon the door slamming open.

Snapes steely gaze locked onto Rose and for a moment, they softened before returning back to normal, "Ah yes... Ms. Potter, our new celebrity,"

"Also sir," Harry interjected before the man could continue and say something about her being late, "I would like to speak with you outside... may Rose go and take her seat?"

Snape looked at him for a second and nodded, "Ms. Potter, go and take a seat." he told her before turning to the class, "And the rest of you get out ready for notes... that goes for you too Ms. Potter,"

"Yes Professor," she nearly squeaked out before entering the room.

Snape stepped out and closed the door, "Now what is it that you wanted to talk about Potter?"

"My sister. She is not a fault for being late as Professor Flitwick held her back... and seeing as she's only been her for a day and has never before set foot in the dungeons... I'd say that she was lucky to have been heading the right way in the first place."

"I see..." the professor muttered, "Leave it to Flitwick to do something like that,"

"Also sir, I'd consider it a personal favor to me if you reframe from making unnecessary jabs at her fame and attempting to embarrass her," he said making Snape's eyes widen a bit.

A personal favor from Harry was as good as Magical Oath but rarer than finding a generous goblin. The last one that he knew about getting one was those thrice damned Weasley twins and somehow, they'd gotten into the storage room that Argus Filch used to lock away the years worth of pranking items that accumulated over time, leading to the worst week of pranking in school history. He couldn't prove anything but he knew that Harry had somehow got them in.

"Alright then Potter," he spoke after a second of thinking, "I'll reframe from messing with your sister."

Harry nodded, "Thank you, but one last thing... as I'm sure you know, I have ears everywhere and hear a lot of things. One such thing is that your godson Draco, who just so happens to have this same class right now, is planning on sabotaging my sister while she works on a potion... So let me be frank, if something happens to her, I'll know who did it and you know exactly what my reaction will be. So if you care for your godson I implore you to keep him on a tight leash." he told the teacher darkly yet calm and smooth before his eyes got a hard glint, "Or else I'll be forced to leash him like a filthy animal then hang him with it."

Snape, impressed with the show and knowing exactly how the boy commanded such respect from his fellow Slytherins, nodded, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them both for you... and Lily. But I'm going to save my favor for later,"

"Of course, now if you'll excuse me,"

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Rose sat next to Hermione near the front, seeing as it was the only seat left as Ron had taken one in the back. "Thanks for waiting for me," she whispered after a minute with a frown to the bushy haired girl next to her.

"Sorry Rose, I just didn't want to be late." the girl apologized, "But who was that you walked with?"

"My big brother, he's a fourth year and is the smartest, strongest boy I know here,"

By now, Snape had returned and a hush fell over them all. He headed to the front of the class and cleared his throat, "Well, now that we're all here," he spoke with a pointed glance to the redheaded girl, "I can continue. As I was saying... In this class I will teach you how to brew fame, bottle glory, and even put a stopper on death,"

Draco, who had been sitting on the other side of the room, snorted lightly, "Like Potter needs it, she's got fame and glory coming out her arse," he muttered to the boy next to him, but still loud enough to be heard.

"Five points from Slytherin for interrupting the teacher and another five for vulgar insults to another student," Snape snapped at his godson, deciding to nip the problem in the bud before it grew to be a real problem that could threaten the boy... in the form of a powerful and extremely vindictive older brother.

He saw what happened to Flint, he wouldn't allow it to happen to Draco. To make matters worse, he planned on starting a lab today to teach them how to use the tools and the proper way to do things, or even starting a simple Boil curing potion if time permitted. This was a double period too, oh joy.

To be continued...

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