Harry Potter, the Forgotten Son

Chapter 3: Prince of Slytherin

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(I Own Nothing)

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AN: I've received a review about the timeline so let me clear some things up real quick. Also I'm sorry for mixing up Charlie Weasley's year in the first chapter, he wasn't a fifth year but a fourth year. Also, I'm not really sure about how the books or movies go about this but I've read stories where Tonks is in her last year as Harry becomes a first year, so I'm going with this.

July 31, 1976: Harry Potter is born.

July 31, 1980: Rose Potter is born.

October 31, 1981: Voldemort attacks and Rose becomes the Girl-Who-Lived.

1980's- 1990's: Ravenclaw student Robert Hillard attends Hogwarts. Becomes a Prefect in 1991 and as the first to welcome students into his house.

1984-1991: Nymphadora Tonks attends Hogwarts and is sorted into Hufflepuff. Charles 'Charlie' Weasley attends Hogwarts, is sorted into Gryffindor, and is made a prefect in 1991.

1987-1994: Oliver Wood attends Hogwarts and is sorted into Gryffindor. Penelope Clearwater attends Hogwarts and is sorted into Ravenclaw.

1988: Harry Potter attends Hogwarts and is sorted into Slytherin.

1989: Cedric Diggory attends Hogwarts and is sorted into Hufflepuff.

1991: Rose attends Hogwarts and is sorted into Gryffindor. Lily takes the place of the ghost Cutbert Binns as the Professor for History of Magic.

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Harry sat silently in his afternoon class with a small book in hand while absently waving his wand towards a canvas. Many students didn't find out that Hogwarts had other classes that they could sign up for besides the standard seven, which were; Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy and Herbology.

They actually offered 20 different courses all together, those first seven were just the standard thing that first years had to take to get a feel for things. Aside from the standards, Hogwarts had; Art, Muggle Art, Arithmancy, Study of Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Herbology, Divination, Music, Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, Flying, Apparation, Alchemy, Magical Theory, and Ghoul Studies.

Right now, he was sitting in art class, painting a picture with his magic. Every way he moved his wand caused the brush to float and paint what he pictured in his imagination, this class really showed how artistic a person was and they needed a good imagination to visualize all the small details of the project they did.

The classroom was nice and relaxed, the teacher, a young brunette who commuted to Hogwarts every other day to teach her classes believed in hands on learning and graded them on if they at least tried or improved. As such, their desks were usually stacked against the wall unless they were working on molding things and they could choose where to set up their stuff for class.

The teacher walking over got his attention, "Harry this is just wonderful!" she smiled while looking at the painting he had absently created, a moving scene depicting a slowly rising sun that made an arc over the top, rising at one side and setting on the other.

"Thank you Professor Louis," he told the woman, turning to give her a small smile before turning back to the book in his hand.

Suddenly there was a loud band followed by yelling, which caused a few of the other students to jump and ruin their painting. Looking to the open door, everyone started laughing at the sight of their sad excuse of a defense teacher running around in the halls, swiping at a swarm of bats that viciously attacked him from all sides.

"Looks like the Weasley twins are happy to be back," the art professor mused with a smile of her own.

Harry glanced over at her, "And what makes you so sure that it was them?"

She gave him a deadpanned look, "Because they have the class right now... but I'm more than sure that they'll have a convenient excuse to prove their innocence... just like last time with Professor Quinten when he was swarmed by bees made out of jelly."

Harry hummed but inwardly smirked, they'd definitely earned their reward after that one. Quinten had been flirting with the girls in his class and making lewd gestures and comments to them during Hogsmeade weekends. How he was allowed to stay he'd never know, but he had the Twins target the man without mercy until the man quit and ran out of the Great Hall with a pack of rabid squirrels chasing him as he screamed that they were after his nuts.

Finally, Quirrell tripped on his robes and slammed face first into the ground, causing the swarm to fly off as their target no longer moved.

No one really paid the man anymore attention after that but one of the more artistic Hufflepuffs already had another canvas out and started painting what he had just saw.

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After Art, Harry only had one more class to attend and it was Astronomy, but it didn't start until dark so that they could see the stars and study them with their magical telescopes. It was a required subject for first through fifth years to take and they usually learned things like the names of stars, constellations, planets, and even their locations, movements or the environments on the surfaces.

But it would be hours before class started for him and so far he had no prior engagements to attend to.

The sound of shrieking girls reached his ears just as he turned a corner, where he saw a group of Ravenclaws soaked to the bone while a laughing little poltergeist named Peeves rolled around in the air. He hated the thing with a passion, as did many others including the ghosts whom refused to refer to Peeves as a ghost at all, saying that he gave them a bad name.

In first year, he never really cared about the poltergeist, if anything he was a little sympathetic due to the fact that the other ghosts didn't accept him as one of their own. But all that changed when Peeves managed to somehow get a hold of his school bag and poured ink into it, ruining his books and homework with a mocking laugh.

Drawing his wand, Harry muttered a spell that he'd learned just for this reason and made a stabbing motion towards the little irritation, sending a purple orb of light right into Peeves skull and sending it flying through the air where it vanished into a suit of armor.

The bucket that had been used by Peeves clattered to the floor as the ghost was hit, causing the girls to jump in shock as they had been trying to pick up the stack of now soaked books that they'd been carrying.

Moments later, Peeves stuck his head through the chest of a suit of armor looking for his attacker, only to gape, "AH! IT'S YOU!" he squawked before ducking back into the armor as another purple ball of light slammed into it.

Scowling at the armor which Peeves had vanished through, Harry walked over to the group of girls, most likely first years from the names of the books that they had, "Your new here so here's some advice to take to heart, watch out for Peeves. There are only two that can truly control him, the first being the Headmaster and lastly the Bloody Baron." he told them as his scowl turned into a look of indifference.

"What do you mean?" one of them asked, "Didn't you just make him leave with that spell?"

Harry's eyebrow raised before he shook his head, waving his wand and muttering a drying charm to dry them off, "The spell wasn't to banish him..." he mused, not telling them that it was to hurt the ghost, "We've had... altercations in the past and as you can see, I've won and he now fears me. But I must be going now so please have a wonderful day,"

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Lily sighed as she finished grading her last batch of history papers just after lunch. It had been a whole week since school started and she was at her wits end, not because of the students but because of her son.

She had taken the job not only to continue to look out for Rose but to try and connect with Harry as well, but so far she hadn't even had the chance to talk with him and only caught glances of the teen every now and then.

But that didn't mean that she didn't hear things about him from his other teachers during the staff meetings that were held every few days. Usually it was just them sitting around, eating sweets, drinking tea or pumpkin juice and gossiping about the students like a bunch of old maids but every now and then they had a serious topic to talk about.

During the last meeting, Harry had come up when they were talking about the students grades. Apparently, while Harry was well liked by most of his professors, Severus enjoyed to keep the fact that Harry was in his house fresh on their minds... well, mainly McGonagall, seeing as they were rivals for the House Cup.

They even had a couple of small betting pools on who Harry would start dating and what he would do after graduating. So far, they had him taking an apprenticeship with one of them here at Hogwarts in the lead with Auror training being a close second, Snape even had a bet of his own that Harry would be an apprentice to him as to become a potions master.

Checking the time, she remembered that Rose had mentioned something about having to take the first year flying lesson with Madam Hooch and contemplated on if she should go and watch.

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Heading towards the castle courtyard where his sister would be taking her 'first' flying lesson in school, Harry heard a loud crashing noise and turned to see Tonks sprawled out on the ground after once again losing her balance and tripping.

"Good afternoon, Tonks," he greeted evenly while walking over and helping the girl up.

"Wotcher, Harry," she muttered while brushing her robes off, cursing her clumsiness. "What'cha doing?"

"Rose is about to take her first flying lesson here at Hogwarts, I'm going so that I can watch," Harry told her.

"Mind if I tag along?"

He shrugged and both started towards the entrance and down the stone walkway to the small area where the first years would be taking the class. Halfway to the courtyard, they met Madam Hooch.

Madam Rolanda Hooch was a strict but caring witch working as the Flying instructor, Quidditch referee, and coach at Hogwarts. She had gray hair that spiked out in all directions and looked very young despite her being 90 years old, born in 1901.

Dressed in her flying robes and large brown leather gloves with a whistle around her neck, she gave Harry a small smile while Tonks got a suspicious look from her.

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch," Harry greeted in the same tone as before with Tonks waving and saying 'Hey,'.

"Afternoon Harry... Ms. Tonks, what are you two doing out here?" the flying instructor questioned.

Harry answered, "I'm here to watch my little sister's flying lesson if you don't mind, I haven't had time to see her and I'd hate for her to feel as if I didn't care for her,"

The woman gave him a warmer smile, "Of course I don't mind, although if she's as good as you were during your first lesson then I suspect that she'll be a shoo-in for the team Seeker next year," she spoke before looking to Tonks and losing her warm tone, "What about you?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, Madam Hooch still hadn't forgave Tonks for accidentally hexing her the previous year when she tried to aim for her ex-boyfriend, only to stumble and send it into the older woman. It had taken a lot of effort to convince her to forgive the girl but she still held the grudge despite having accepting Tonks' apology.

"I'm hanging out with Harry," she told the woman, leaning away as she got an evil eye from her.

Hooch studied her for a moment, her grudge was only part of why she was a bit harsh on Tonks and the other part was because she could see how the girl looked at the younger man over the years that he'd been at the school. And quite frankly, she didn't approve.

As the tense silence engulfed them, it was Harry that got their attention, "Pardon me Madam, but don't you have a class to teach?"

Cursing inwardly, she headed towards the open courtyard where the students were waiting, finding the 24 students waiting near the two rows of broomsticks with the Gryffindors on one side while the Slytherin stood across from them.

Settling down on a small stone bench against the wall, where they went unnoticed as they were mainly behind the wall of Gryffindor students, both Harry and Tonks watched as Hooch walked between the rows while telling them good afternoon, even greeting one girl that she already knew named Amanda.

"This brings back memories," Tonks mused as the old woman started the lesson, having the first years stand on the left side of their broom and hold their hand over the broom while saying/yelling the word up.

"Indeed," the boy muttered, half smiling as the broom instantly shot into Rose's hand before she even finished saying the word. To their amusement, Charlie's little brother Ron got smacked in the nose by his broom, making Rose snicker.

Once all the first years got the brooms to respond, Madam Hooch had them mount the brooms and kick off the ground with orders to hover for a bit then touch back down. But as soon as she blew the whistle, Neville Longbottom's broom goes crazy and takes him on a wide fly around the yard before shooting high into the air, arcing and screaming straight towards the stone walkway nearby.

Madam Hooch tried to use her magic, starting the incantation to stop the broom but it seemed to notice turned in the air so that she had to jump out of the way as it spun the boy riding it like a corkscrew while swooping back up into the air.

"Immobilis," A voice called out over the field as a spell struck the broom, making it freeze ten feet in the air.

Everyone turned to see Harry Potter standing there with his wand out and a frown on his face before he brought both the boy and broom over to him with the summoning charm.

As Hooch jogged over as fast as she could, slowly due to her robes, Harry levitated Neville off the broom and onto his feet where the boy stuttered out a thank you.

"Mr. Longbottem, are you hurt?" the teacher asked while checking the boy over. Finding him to be just fine, she turned frowned at him for what she believed was him trying to show off, "What were you thinking-"

As she started berating the boy, Harry tuned her out and looked over the broom. It was obvious that it wasn't his fault but Hooch hadn't been looking at the time. Like all the school brooms, they were very old and worn out but this one seemed to be one of the worst he'd seen. The twigs in the end were ragged, bent, or even outright broken while the entire handle looked moments away from breaking, in fact, a large crack ran up the entire length.

Turning back to Madam Hooch, who was in mid speech about the boy's supposed 'recklessness' while the other students watched with pity (Gryffindor) or enjoyment (Slytherin).

"Madam Hooch, before you continue might I suggest that you take a look at his broom before needlessly scolding him for something out of his control?" he interjected loud enough for his voice to be heard over her reprimanding, catching her attention.

As she walked over and studied the immobile broom she grimaced slightly, "I see... well then, I'm sorry about that Mr. Longbottom, it's clearly not your fault but the brooms poor condition. But let this be a lesson to all of you, poorly kept brooms can often malfunction if not cared for. Now excuse me while I put this broom aside and get one of the extras... I should also check the others that the school house elves brought."

So while Madam Hooch carried the broom over to the doorway and leaned it against the wall before grabbing another and carrying it over to check the others for damage, giving them all a bit of free time.

"Did that remind you of someone?" Tonks asked after a minute, referring to the broom malfunction with a small grin, since no one was harmed, she could now joke about it.

Harry nodded, "Terry Conner if I'm not mistaken... flew straight into the wall due to a broken handle.

"Hey what are you doing here?" a boy called out, "You spying on us?"

"Ron!" Rose called out with an indignant tone, punching him in the arm.

Wincing, the freckle faced red head grabbed his arm, "Ow! Hey what was that for!"

"Don't talk about my brother like that!" she told the boy loudly, getting the attention of those who didn't already know the connection between Gryffindors golden girl and Slytherins prince, a name given to him by the Twins that had caught on.

Hermione blinked, "He's your brother? Why didn't you didn't tell us that he was in Slytherin?"

The look she got from her only real friend in Gryffindor was surprising and chilling... scary even, "Is there a problem with him being in Slytherin?"

"Yeah," Ron muttered loudly, "All Slytherins are evil,"

The girl was about to explode at the redheaded boy for saying that, but the fact that Harry was her older brother was proved to the Slytherins when said fourth year spoke in a voice that far surpassed Rose's previous chilling tone.

"How droll," Harry started while looking directly into the boy's eyes, "I can not help but notice just how similar both you and your brother Percy are. Hopefully you might learn to keep such stereotypical view to yourself just as he did without learning the way he did. No doubt he's tried to keep it silent but it was... ignorant and hateful remarks such as the one you just made that ended with him being attacked in the halls of Hogwarts for his slander."

Never once did Harry's expression change as he continued with a scoff, "And spying? Spying on what, a batch of first years taking their first flying lesson of the year? Do not delude yourself with smug delusions that just because your elder brothers were skilled flyers means you are as well. In fact, I am well acquainted with your brothers Bill and Charlie as well as the twins to some extent and they've joked more than once about your abysmal skills in not only flying but quidditch as well. I believe they said that your little sister was a far better player than you are now when she was seven." he continued until everyone was surprised that ice hadn't started covering the teen.

But all of his icy coldness vanished as he looked at Rose with a small, barely noticeable smile, "So, how are you this afternoon Rose?"

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As the weeks flew by, everyone at Hogwarts found Halloween upon them... mainly because this seemed to energize the Twins and their friends into upping their game to the point where even Dumbledore checked his seat before sitting down to eat. As such, they were given an impressive amount of detentions and often spent their afternoons cleaning up after their mess or whatever their detention givers needed done.

McGonagall had them dusting her classroom, rearranging desks multiple times to how she thought would work best, often having them move them back to how they were then changing them again until deciding to go back to how she had them in the first place once again.

Whenever Snape had them the two were scrubbing at cauldrons with a toothbrush but the worst yet was when they were made to clean up the 'aftermath' of a bunch of dung bombs going off... without magic.

Rose juggled school and her social life like a professional, taking after her brother and making sure that all of her work was done before hanging out with her friends. Hermione and her usually helped each other and got annoyed with Ron when he started trying to copy their work all the time and yapping in their ears about 'evil slytherins' and such, earning him the silent treatment most of the time. She also spent some of her free time exploring the school with Harry like he had promised, even inviting Hermione but not Ron as he was an idiot, or as Snape would put it, a Dunderhead.

Hermione found herself attracted to her best friends older brother, like her, he knew the power of knowledge and did his work diligently without fail. She often found herself being called a female version of him by some of the teachers as she studied all that she could and passed with the highest grades. So when she was invited to go walking around the castle with them she was more than happy to go and be with two people who didn't see her as a 'know it all' or wanted to use her for her smarts.

During their exploring, they stumbled across what they found to be the Mirror of Erised, or if you turned the word around, the Mirror of Desire. Which showed them what they desired most at the time

What the girls saw made them both blush and refuse to say what they saw, but Harry saw himself looking at a red stone, tossing it up and catching it with a look of thought on his face.

During this time, the whole school in general didn't really know what to make of the Gryffindor/Slytherin siblings, for years they had seen the rivalry as the way of life but now things seemed... stranger than usual. The younger students were the most confused, as they had learned from older students about the rivalry. But those that knew about Harry found themselves idly wondering how far the 'Slytherin Prince' would go for his little sister, not that they would dare do something to the girl, nothing was worth having an angry fourth year like him out for blood.

It wasn't until Halloween night did they get their answer.

"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"

As the staff had the students heading for safety, Harry realized that his sister was off trying to console Hermione, who Ron had picked on earlier that day.

Slipping off without anyone noticing... well anyone that would inform the staff about him leaving, Harry headed towards the girls bathroom not too far away to get the pair.

The next morning, the school would be shocked to silence when the story of what happened next was told to them in a morning announcement by the Headmaster.

To be continued...

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