Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Portions of this chapter are copied directly from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
'Thoughts"
A silence filled the great hall. As everyone's eyes zoned in on the scrawny, black haired boy sitting on the stool. Then whispers broke out like a wildfire;
"The Harry Potter a Slytherin?"
"He's the next dark lord."
"He defeated You-Know-Who, to take his place."
Harry very suddeningly felt eleven years old, and unsurely rose and headed in the direction of the Slytherin table. He chanced a look in the direction of the staff table where Dumbledore looked furious. Snape looked shocked, and angry? Quirrelmort looked intrigued. As Harry sat at the Slytherin table, a pompous voice interrupted his musings.
"Glad you finally realized, which are the right sort," Malfoy sneered.
"Not you," Harry snided in return.
"Watch yourself Potter, you're in my house now," Malfoy drawled.
Harry just ignored him and resumed watching the rest of the sorting passed by uneventfully.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students,
his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to
see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin
our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit!
Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
"Thank you!"
Food then appeared on the House tables. Harry quickly filled his plate and ate his fill before redirecting his attention to Dumbledore.
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahern - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you."
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
A few people gave nervous chuckles.
And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried
Dumbledore. The entire Slytherin table groaned, and made to cover their ears.
"Do you think I'll get in trouble, if I put a silencing charm on him," A Slytherin third year asked, to nobody in particular.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a
fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose
high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the
Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they
had finished, everyone but the Slytherin table burst into applause.
Malfoy banged his head on the table, whereas a few celebrated the end of the torture. Harry applauded loudly since anything that causes Malfoy pain, is considered amazing. He was of course met with glares from his table.
"Ah, music," Dumbledore said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
Harry followed the rest of the Slytherin first years to the dungeons.
"And this is where the secret entrance to the Slytherin Common Room is," the fifth year Male Prefect Marcus Flint said, stopping in front of a bare stone wall at a dead end in the dungeons.
"The password is 'Basilisk' for now." As the Prefect said the password, the bare strip of wall in front of the group slid open, showing the first years the entrance way into the common room.
"Follow me."
Harry followed the rest of the Slytherin first years into the common room. When he entered his jaw dropped, this definitely looked cooler than Gryffindor tower. The most striking aspect of the room was the large, arched windows that dominated the far wall, through which the dark, murky waters of the Great Lake could be seen. Harry could see the common room extended at least part way under the lake. The water was shallow enough to allow rays of green-tinted light to penetrate through the windows. The effect gave the room a dark, mysterious aura, like being in an underwater underwater shipwreck.
The furnishings only added to the room. Low-backed, dragonhide black sofas and dark-wooden tables were scattered throughout the room. Medieval tapestries hung from the walls, interspersed with grand paintings of fierce-looking witches and wizards, no doubt respected Slytherin alumni. On one wall there was a mural of Slytherin's Basilisk, killing Muggleborns. More intimidating still were the bleached skulls that were mounted in prominent positions. All together this room gave off a creepy, yet high class vibe.
"Welcome to Slytherin," The fifth year female Prefect intoned.
"I am Atrice Rowle."
"Marcus Flint."
Marcus took over; "Here in Slytherin we pride ourselves, in showing a united front." "Any squabbles within our house take place in the common room, outside of this room, we are one."
"In Slytherin we are the best, we pride ourselves in winning; we've won the house cup for the last six years and we don't plan on losing," Atrice continued.
"If any of you cause us to lose, your life will be made a living hell." Marcus cut in.
"Here in Slytherin we are cunning, we aim to be as great as Salazar Slytherin himself." "Every member of this house will go places, we are the most ambitious of students." Atrice continued.
"Now please follow us to your dormitories."
.Harry awoke early the next morning and headed to the great hall. When he arrived whispers once again broke out.
There, look."
"Where?"
"It's the next Dark Lord."
"Wearing the glasses?"
"Did you see his face?"
"Did you see his scar?"
Whispers followed Harry all throughout the day wherever he went, whispers, pointing, Neville even trembled when he saw them. When the morning Prophet arrived, their was an article, on the sorting calling him a Dark Lord.
As Snape passed out the schedules, Harry saw their first class was Transfiguration with Ravenclaw. That meant he would have a chance to refriend Hermione. So with that Harry headed off to charms, and sat down in the seat next to Hermione.
"Harry Potter," Harry introduced himself.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione squeaked out, while trembling.
With that the class began. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," Mcgonagall said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They Muggleborns, and the occasional Halfblood were very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon the class realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time
"Today we will be transfiguring a matchstick, into a needle." "Read page three and four in your textbook and then you may begin," Mcgonagall instructed.
Harry quickly skimmed the textbook, and then instantly transfigured his matchstick into a needle. Harry quickly raised his hand.
"I'm done professor,." He called out.
"Oh-my, did you do this," Mcgonagall asked in shock.
"Yes-mam."
"Oh-well, five points to Slytherin"
Harry then turned to Hermione, and tried to help her.
"I don't need your help, you Dark Lord," Hermione snapped.
The rest of the class went by uneventfully. That night Harry cried himself to sleep.
_.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"Draught of living death," said Harry.
Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"Let's try another one. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"In the potions supply cupboard, or in the the stomach of a goat,"
Snape was begrudgingly impressed. 'He inherited Lily's brains.''Maybe i can trick him.'
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and aconite?
"I don't know Professor, I thought they were the same plant."
'Definitely a Potter, arrogant brat.'
"Three points to Slytherin," Snape said begrudgingly.
A/N: Next chapter there will be a time skip until Halloween, as well as a portion showing what's going on in Dumbledore's mind. Should be up by Tuesday at the latest.