A/N: I do not own Harry Potter (although I wish that I did (money!! $_$)) all rights go to J.K Rowling, though I'm just borrowing her ideas and adding some of mine.

Hogwarts

The witch called McGonagall led them up a series of stairs, opened two great doors, and led them into what could only be the great hall of the castle. People were already sitting at four different benches which were obviously for the four different houses. The hall was lit by what seemed to be thousands of candles, floating above the four tables. Above the candles appeared to be the outside sky, and at the end of the hall, a table reserved for the teachers.

Professor McGonagall placed what seemed to be an old, dirty, patched hat, on a small chair just before the teachers table.

'When I call your name, you will come forward. You will put the hat on your head, and the hat will tell us to which house you belong' McGonagall said in a loud and clear voice.

Countless first years, walked towards the dirty old hat, and countless times the hat told the school in which house they belonged, among those, the reparo girl, which seemed to be called Hermione Granger. She was put into Gryffindor house.

Harry fought the urge to yawn. He really could not care less in which house all the others were placed.

'Draco Malfoy' Called professor McGonagall.

With great arrogant strides, Draco walked towards the hat, en when it touched him the hat already yelled:"Slytherin".

Harry was glad for his friend. He knew that it had been Draco's greatest desire to be in Slytherin.

Several other people followed him to the hat, and Harry was now seriously considering just walking to Slytherins table. Ignoring the ceremony completely.

'Harry Potter!' McGonagall called at last.

Several whispers rippled through the hall, but Harry choose to ignore them.

Harry walked to the sorting hat, and then the most strange feeling overcame him. The hat seemed to have eyes which were looking at him, a sharp, piercing glare, as if the hat was looking into his soul.

When he neared the hat, it suddenly opened his mouth.

'Slytherin!'

Failing to hide a small grin, he walked to the table of Slytherin and sat next to Draco, where he was awarded with a round of applause, which seemed to be usual if someone was chosen.

Harry looked at the teachers table, and could've swore that he had seen Dumbledore looking at him, a concerned look. It happened so quick that Harry began to think that he had imagined it, but still.

Then it was the Weasley's turn. Apperently the Weasley was called Ronald.

The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, rose from his high backed chair, and began a speech, but Harry was not interested. He looked next to him and saw that Draco gave him a thumbs up.

Suddenly food appeared on the golden plates. Realising that he was hungry already after his lunch on the train, Harry and Draco dug in.

Halfway during their meal, a ghost appeared next to Draco.

'Good evening, children' he said, floating a little higher so he was looking down on them.

The ghost had an expressionless face, and staring eyes, which looked like augurs. His transparent body was covered in silvery stains, which Harry guessed were ancient bloodstains.

Recognising the ghost as the bloody baron, the ghost of Slytherin house, Harry quickly said hello, and heard Draco doing the same.

'Proud to be in Slytherin?' The bloody baron asked.

When both Draco and Harry nodded, the ghost looked pleased.

'As you should be… noble house.' He murmered.

When no one said anything he moved on, towards the other Slytherins.

Dismissing the ghost from his mind, Harry's gaze wandere through the hall, resting on a man wearing a turban. His scar prickled slightly. Ignoring the pain, he nudged the person to his right, a boy unknown to him who seemed to be several years older than himself.

'Who is that man wearing a turban?' Harry asked.

The boy looked rather irritated by the lack of manners, but quickly rectified his face when he noticed Harry's scar.

'That's professor Quirrell, he teaches defense against the dark arts.

Muttering thanks, Harry once more eyed the man called Quirrell. Dismissing the teacher as well, his gaze swept across the hall one more time.

The Weasley was looking at him. He turned around when he saw him looking, but he was sure, what first started as neutrality and self-defense, now turned towards distrust.

Dumbledore rose, and the hall fell silent again.

'I would like to remember the students of Hogwarts, that the forbidden forest, is forbidden for a reason, and therefore should not be entered. Mister Filch, the janitor, has asked me to remind you all that magic between classes is prohibited, and, quidditch practice has been scheduled on the second week of term.'

'Lastly, I would like to tell you that the right hand corridor, on the third floor, is forbidden terrain, for all who do not wish to die a painful death.'

'Now, follow your prefects to your dormitories, and then directly to bed, for I know that you are tired, and tomorrow will be a long first day at Hogwarts.

A/N

Demonstro (Made up spell, literally meaning 'show, demonstrate or present' used to scry).

Harry followed Draco and the prefect to the dungeons of the castle. The prefect led them to the cellar and told the wall the password, which turned out to be "Pure-blood". Next to him he heard Draco mutter.

'A fitting password'.

Harry, Draco and the other Slytherins entered and walked into the Slytherin common room, a low ceilinged, dungeon like room with greenish lamps.

'Girls dormitories are down on the left, the boys dormitories are down on the right' the prefect said with an air of wanting to be rid of all these people.

'Your stuff will already be there. Suit yourself'. And with that, he promptly walked to a stairwell on the right that went deeper under Hogwarts.

Harry and Draco appeared to share a dormitory with two ogre like boys called Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle and a tall thin boy called Theodore Nott.

Because everyone was tired, everyone immediately went to bed, except Harry and Draco.

Sitting on Draco's bed, Draco whispered.

'Will it work here you think, with all the powerful protection?'

'Only one way to find out.' Harry said, more confirmed than he actually felt.

Harry pointed his wand at his forehead and muttered 'Demonstro'.

He was lifted out of his own body, and saw Draco and himself sitting on the bed, Draco waiting patiently for him to return.

Harry floated out of the dungeons into the great hall, he was filled with glee because his spell, very probably the most advanced spell in his arsenal, worked in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry as well. Preparing to float back again, he noticed the headmaster and the giant called Hagrid, silently whispering.

'..Brought it from Gringotts Dumbledore' Hagrid whispered. Revealing a small reddish stone, and gave it to the headmaster.

'Thanks you Hagrid' the headmaster said equally whispering, and took the stone.

Then his eyes flashed into alertness, he took out his wand and pointed it directly to where Harry was floating.

'finite' the headmaster said softly.

Suddenly Harry's vision of the scene began to fade. Somehow the headmaster had noticed him, and had countered his spell.

He opened his eyes, still sitting on Draco's bed, but covered in sweat.

'What is it, what did you see?' The boy asked anxiously.

Gasping, Harry told him how his spell had worked, how he had heard the headmaster and the gamekeeper talk about the reddish stone, and how the wizard had seen through his spell and had send him back.

'Do you think he knows that it was you?' Draco asked nervously.

'I don't think so, but I also did not notice him seeing me until it was too late. He could have seen me.' Harry finished feeling a bit nervous himself.

'Lets go to bed' Harry whispered. He had just found out exactly how tired he was, after the journey on the train, the selection ceremony and the scrying.

Without another word, the two boys went to bed, and although Harry wanted to ponder about the stone, sleep took him by surprise.

From the moment Harry, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott left their common room, whispers followed him through the hallways.

'Look at him!'

'Did you see his scar?'

'Isn't that Harry Potter?'

This changed from awkwardness to especially annoying, and Harry had to resist the urge to hex somebody.

'Hey Potter!'

Giving in to his urge, he drew his wand and prepared to curse the unlucky person who had happened to call out to him, just to draw an example for the rest.

Just in time he recognised the boy he had nudged during the opening ceremony to ask who professor Quirrell was.

He lowered his wand and allowed the stranger to introduce himself.

'Rowan Norton' the boy said, eyeing Harry's wand.

Apparently, Norton was a third year, who's parents were purebloods and who worked at the auror office.

'If you wish, I could guide you around the castle..' the boy continued. '…seeing as it is your first day. Hogwarts can be a bit of a maze.'

Pocketing his wand Harry allowed the boy called Rowan to lead him to his first classroom. Transfiguration.

As Rowan ran off to his own classroom, Harry, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott walked to an empty set of tables in the back of the class. The classroom was half full, and only a cat occupied the teachers desk. The lesson started, but the teacher still had not arrived.

When the red haired Weasley suddenly barged into the classroom, the cat changed into professor McGonagall.

'Now that the last has finally arrived, we will begin your first lesson of transfiguration.' McGonagall said, looking sternly at the Weasley. Harry, Draco and Nott grinned at each other, Crabbe and Goyle making grunting sounds of what seemed to be their unique form of laughter.

Then the class got the exercise of trying to transfigure matches into needles.

The Slytherins soon discovered that it was more difficult than it looked, as did the rest of the class.

At the end of the lesson, only Granger, Harry and Nott had made any effort.

Grangers match was now pointed, and a bit gray-ish. Harry's match was still an ordinary match, but shone with a platinum colour, indicating high quality. Nott's match had merely turned into an ordinary gray earning ten points for the Slytherins and five for Gryffindor.

As the days passed by, the group of Slytherins experienced all kinds of different subjects at Hogwarts. From History of magic, to defence against the dark arts. The only subject to remain was Potions, in the dungeons.

When professor Snape entered the dungeon, Harrys first impression of the potion master was that of a giant bat with a human face. Snapes face was pale, and his eyes dark he had an expression on his face that was constantly alert.

'I don't believe any of you really understand the beauty of the softest simmering cauldron with its simmering fumes. The delicate power that creeps through the human veins, reaching the mind and ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even stopper death.' His eyes shone at that last.

'Potter,' Snape said turning to Harry.

'What would I get if I added powdered root of affodil to an infusion of wyrmwood?'

Harry saw Grangers hand shot into he air.

Harry's mother had taught him the basics of potion master and some advanced liquors.

'You would create a sleeping potion so strong that it is also called "the potion of living death', Harry said with only a slight hesitation.

'Well done Potter', Snape said, his lips curling into a small smile.

'Next question, where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?'

Once again Grangers hand shot into the air, but this time, Harry had no idea.

'I don't know sir.' He said just loud enough for Snape to hear.

Harry saw Weasley grin.

Snape spotted as well, and reacted instantly.

'Never mind Potter, you're not supposed to know yet. But Weasley on the other hand seems confident enough to answer such a simple question. Weasley! Same question!'

Weasleys grin faded.

'I-I don't know sir' he stuttered.

'How predictable' Snape sneered. 'Five points from Gryffindor Weasley. I will not tolerate people laughing at other peoples failures, even if those failures are as small as the content of you head.'

Feeling a whole lot better, Harry waited until class was finished. The entire lesson had been hilarious to say in the least. A black haired Gryffindor had somehow managed to spill his potion all over the dungeon floor. Snape had been furious, with very humorous after effects.

At the end of the lesson, Snape dismissed the class, but asked Harry to stay behind for a moment.

'You go on ahead' Harry told Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott. 'And tell Rowan that ill meet him in the great hall during lunch.'

After everyone had left, he turned to Snape.

'I will directly turn to business Potter' Snape said.

'I have received a letter from your father, in which he states that your powers exceed that of you fellow first years by far.'

'It is therefore his wish that I give you private practise in spells more advanced for your level.'

You will come here at eight o'clock in the evening, and we will practise here in this very office for two hours.'

'I understand professor' Harry said.

'Good.' Snape said smiling slightly again.

'Then off you go Potter, and I will see you in the evening.'

Harry bade him goodbye, and left the dungeons and turned towards the great hall.