Alright, third chapter people, looking good. Now, You shouldn't expect updates every other day, but this is a rare moment for me. Now, not much to say, only one review that I think should be addressed, and for a good reason.
Mr. Eclipse: Of course the calming potions won't completely cure him, but they did a huge dent to his personality. He'll have to learn how to be more open, but the potions just help him to that. The reason I didn't go into detail about the shops is because in the grand scheme of things, nothing happens. Only Draco is encountered, and in my story there is no encounter, so the wand shop was the only part I needed to write about. Finally, the Eagle is named Hedwig. It's the same Eagle that brought Harry the letter from the bank. The goblins gave it to him, hoping to keep his apparently great wrath away.
Le Diablo Blank2: His wand core is something I'll reveal later on in the story. Suffice to say, it's interesting.
Alright, so two reviews I addressed, feel special guys! But if that's done, I'll say one last thing. This is only book one. I've seen it done where a person rewrites the entire series with a new character, or a different Harry. I'm essentially doing that, but as to the progress of the other books, I can't say. This might be a standalone story, or it could be book 1.
On with the story.
Harry and the girl boarded the train quickly, the porters swiftly removing their bags and taking them to the luggage car. It took them several minutes of navigating the cars till they found an empty room. Sitting down on the greenish blue seats, the girl flicked her wand at the door, the glass and wood sliding closed.
"Daphne Greengrass, pleasure to meet you," she stated, holding her hand out. Harry, wary of new people, hesitantly shook her hand.
"Harry... Harry... Potter," he replied, repeating his first name. Even after a month, it still felt weird. He was far more used to 'freak' and 'filth.'
"You're the Harry Potter?" she asked. Harry noticed she had quite a bit of awe in her voice.
"Uhh, so?" he asked, confused. A lightbulb flicked on inside his head.
"Ohh! You're talking about the fame thing, right?" She nodded. Harry, feeling somewhat at ease, nodded.
"I'm am Harry Potter, but please don't tell anyone. I don't like attention," he replied. Daphne nodded, her brilliant violet eyes trained on him. it was only a moment, but she averted her gaze, fingering her wand embarrassingly. A thought came to mind.
"Hey, you've seen my wand, can I see yours?" she asked. He had indeed seen her wand. It was a white color, more of a perfect cone than like his with a small groove where a handle would be. He pulled his out from his sleeve, holding it between his two index fingers.
"11 inches, Ebony. I don't know what's inside of it," answered Harry, seeing her confused look. He could have sworn she mumbled something about him using a holly and phoenix wand in the books. Snapping her eyes up, she rattled off the details of her wand.
"Elder, 10.5 inches, with a thestral heartstring. Apparently it's good with charms." Harry nodded.
"Mine's not really specific. Ollivander custom made it, but didn't tell me the details." Her eyes widened at the mention of Ollivander. She shot forward, leaning very close to Harry. He did his best to lean back, the closeness being unfamiliar to him.
"You got a custom made wand?" she asked, awed. Harry squeaked a yes.
"That... Is... AWESOME!" she cried. Her voice was very high, but not like Petunia. Where her voice was like a dying donkey, Daphne's voice was like music.
"He hasn't made a custom wand in over 60 years. You must be really special if he did that," she continued. Harry nodded. He didn't want to divulge the secret about the other wand. The one that could have been his.
She would have continued if there wasn't a knocking at the door. Sliding it open, a red haired boy leaned in.
"Can I sit in here, there's no room elsewhere," he replied nervously. Harry looked at him.
Bright, vibrant red hair, ears that shot out away from his head, and more freckles than you could shake a stick at. But there was something in his eyes... something... It was as if he had a job.
"Umm, no... we're expecting people," replied Daphne, seeing Harry somewhat upset at his presence. The boy frowned.
"Oh, Ok," he said, closing the door. Harry looked nervously at Daphne.
"More... people?" he asked. Daphne laughed.
"Nah, I just didn't want him here, he didn't look right," she stated. "Something about his eyes."
Not a minute passed before the next intruder put her head in. She had black hair just like Daphne, but electric blue eyes.
"Daphne! There you are! I lost you after seeing the Eagle on the train! Oh, who's this?" Daphne sighed.
"Tracy, this is Harry Potter, yes, that Harry. Harry, this is Tracy, she's my best friend." Harry nodded.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" she asked. Harry was forcing himself back against the seat as Tracy leaned in close, electric blue eyes going over him. Harry nervously moved his hair out of the way, revealing his thunderbolt scar.
"Oh my god that is so cool! I'm friends with Harry Potter!" She flung herself on the other seat, right next to Harry, and hauled him back onto their seat, Harry nervously between a calm yet funny Daphne, and an extremely hyper Tracy. While it was completely new for him, and he would prefer to be on the other side, it wasn't that bad, having two people hold onto his arms.
"So, Harry, what's your wand like?" Harry, both arms still held by the girls, motioned towards the sleeve. Using her free hand, Tracy pulled it out.
"Ohh! Ebony! That's a strong type of wood! What's the core?" she asked. Harry shrugged.
"It was a custom wand by Ollivander, he didn't say." She nodded, twirling the wand in her hands. Harry, taking initiative, started asking questions.
"So how do you know each other?" he asked. Tracy looked at him. Placing his wand in his sleeve, she spoke.
"Well, our parents were good friends through Hogwarts, both being in Ravenclaw. When we were born, they just brought us during their visits. We are actually best friends." Harry nodded. He felt a pang of loneliness. He would never know what it would be like to have loving parents.
The three talked, going from family to magic they might already know, to what house they might be sorted.
It didn't take long for another person to arrive at the door, opening it rudely. Harry scowled. Even if Tracy was a friend, he was quickly starting to hate these people who thought they could intrude on them.
In the entrance stood a boy. He had pale, lifeless blond hair, done in a greasy comb over. His skin was the same shade of white, while piercing grey eyes scanned the room. On either side of him were two almost identical kids, with the same body mass as Dudley. They looked dumb but strong.
"Do either of you know where Harry Potter is? My father said he would be on the train." Harry noted with distaste his voice was snobbish, almost like when Petunia talked down to him, like he was a simple minded idiot.
In a rare moment of brilliance and temporary courage, Harry spoke confidently. "No, he's not here, he probably left when he heard a freak like you was coming by, filth," he spat. Daphne and Tracy were stunned. Certainly they didn't know him that well, but he outright insulted the kid.
"Watch it! I don't know who you are, but my father can make things very difficult for you if you oppose me." Harry, now working off adrenaline, for normally he would be accepting it and staying in the corner, pressed on. He wasn't sure where his confidence was coming from, but he liked it.
"Go cry to daddy like a good little girl, freak," finished Harry. The door slammed shut, lock clicking into place.
"You'll regret this!" he exclaimed, voice muffled through the glass and fabric blinds. Harry shuddered, suddenly collapsing on the seat.
"You ok?" asked Daphne. Harry just rubbed his arm, shaking. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he calmed down.
Daphne and Tracy were looking at him worriedly. He was just staring at the seat opposite, shaking, unresponsive. The trolley cart passed by, Tracy buying some chocolate. From what she knew, there was a product in chocolate that reacted with the magical core, somewhat like a calming potion. A few bites later and Harry calmed down.
"You ok?" repeated Daphne. Harry answered, if cryptically.
"I... I'm not... sure," he said, hesitantly. Tracy and Daphne shared a worried look. They both shoved more chocolate into his mouth, hoping for the best.
It wasn't until much later that Harry calmed down. At the ministrations of the two girls, he regained himself. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but that brief moment of bravery had done something. It drained him emotionally, letting his mind inadvertently create situations where things could have gone wrong, resulting in Dursly'esque punishment.
He followed the group of first years into the great hall. Shortly before he had registered the last part of the professors speech. Doing good got your house points, doing bad lost them. They would be sorted when they got in through some means.
At the front of the great hall was a raised wooden platform, where the staff table was, arranged in a rectangular style towards the students. At the edge of this wooden platform was a solid wood chair, with a tattered piece of leather.
"Hey, how are you doing?" asked Daphne, nudging him. Harry nodded.
"Better. I'm not sure what happened," he whispered. She nodded, gripping his arm. Tracy did the same, comforting him. the group stopped, congregating into more of a T formation, spread across the wooden platform's edge, while extending back to the main door.
"When I call your name, you will sit on this chair. The sorting hat will place you in your ideal house, based on who you are." There were a few groans from some students, including a certain read head.
"My family has always been in Slytherin. My father would skin me if I didn't follow the family name," drawled the blond. Daphne and Tracy shared looks, a small grin on their faces.
"Abbot, Hannah." A girl with blond hair walked up and sat on the stool. McGonagall placed the old ratty hat on her head. It was scarcely there for a minute before it shouted.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The right most table cheered, accepting the blond haired girl. She continued to prattle off names, new students running, shuffling, crawling up to the chair.
"You know, my whole family has been in Slytherin, I'd die of shame if I wasn't sorted there," repeated the blond. Harry looked to see Malfoy talking to himself. Harry had an idea. He leaned over to Tracy.
"When you go up, can you ask the hat for Malfoy to be in Gryffindor?" She nodded, the grin still on her face. Harry leaned over and repeated the statement.
"Davis, Tracy," called the teacher. Tracy moved from his left, heading up the steps to the chair. The hat was on her head for less than a second before deciding.
"SLYTHERIN!" it shouted. The table cheered, black robes accented with deep blue. Harry clapped, a small smile on his face.
"Greengrass, Daphne," called McGonagall. Daphne left from his side as well, sitting on the stool. The hat took longer, staying there for a minute. Her face twisted with emotions, ranging from angry to shocked. Finally, the hat had an answer.
"SLYTHERIN!" The professor removed the hat, Daphne skipping over to the table, joining Tracy, both looking at him expectantly. Harry immediately knew where he wanted to be.
The names continued, person after person. The ginger from before was sorted into Gryffindor, greeted by what appeared to be a clan of gingers
"Malfoy, Draco." The arrogant boy walked up, sitting proudly on the chair. The ratty hat was placed on his head, covering his eyes. Several tense minutes passed, before the hat decided it's verdict.
"GRYFFENDOR!" it screamed. The hall was completely silent. Only the soft clapping of the surprised headmaster was heard. No sound was made as the child made his way to the far end of the table sitting down. His head struck the surface soundly, magic already applying the house colors.
"Potter, Harry." A low din of whispers erupted with that name. Harry noticed the ginger clan, Weasly clan, were looking at the remaining group of first years, hoping to find him. On shaky feet, he stumbled forward. His heart hammered in his chest as everyone stared at him expectantly. He sat down at the chair, the hat obscuring his face and everything, calming him slightly.
Oh, what's this? Another Potter?
Another?
Yes, did you think you were the only Potter to come and be sorted. Now, let's see what makes you tic...
The hat was silent, prowling through his mind with grace, leaving nothing but a few pushes on his mind.
Oh, yours is a sad story, isn't it?
Please, don't talk about it. Just sort me, please.
Alright. You should know, the Headmaster, Dumbledore, wished me to threaten you with Slytherin. But, if his plans resulted in your situation... Hmmm. The brains of a Ravenclaw, loyalty of a Hufflepuff, Cunning of a Slytherin, Bravery of a Gryffindor, an ideal match for all. What do you think?
Slytherin. My friends are there. Please?
Hmm, true, true... To separate you from them would be a fate crueler than death, so there is no real choice, is there? A word of advice, keep them close. The coming years, you will need them.
"SLYTHERIN!" The table to the far right was silent, but only for a moment, before screaming in joy. The Gryffindor table was silent, a few of the braver people clapping silently. Hufflepuff clapped anyways, while Ravenclaw clapped out of politeness.
Harry sat on the bench between Daphne and Tracy, gazes already focused on him. At the staff table, unknown to everyone, a certain headmaster was scowling slightly. Plans would have to be changed.
With a girl on each arm, Harry walked with the Slytherin first years, the prefect leading them down and down, until they were in the dungeons. They were standing before a picture of a large snake, watching them warily. Two large pillars were on either side, framing the already extravagant picture.
"First years, this is the entrance to your dorm." The Prefect, a boy with blond hair and brown eyes, pointed at a portrait of a large snake between two pillars.
"The password is changed once a month, it's posted inside. Gryffindor Sucks." As he spoke the somewhat obvious password, the portrait opened, swinging on a magical hinge upwards, revealing a black marble tunnel, about 8 feet long. The first years stepped through, revealing the common room.
The Slytherin common rooms were much different than the ones belonging to the other three houses. Gryffindor had a tower, Ravenclaw was actually a portrait next to the library using space expansion charms, and Hufflepuff was near the great hall.
The common room was large and rectangular. The ceiling arched upwards, four large pillars running the length of the main room. Two hallways branched off, one for the males, one for the females. Couches were situated around each pillar, while each pillar itself served as a hearth. Tables made of dark wood lined the perimeter, more hearths providing warmth.
The first years had the rooms of the previous 7th years. They would stay in that room until they graduated, where new first years would take their place. The whole place was charmed, so there were always enough rooms.
"My name is Professor Snape. I have only a few things to say. New students, welcome, old students, welcome back. The other houses will despise you for simply being here. Outside of this room, everyone is to be treated as a brother or sister. I do not care how you treat each other here, so long as it is civilly. First years, your rooms are down at the end of the left hall. Returning students, if you don't know where you room is, start guessing. One last thing. First years, boys may not enter the girls wing, lest... unfortunate... things happen." The older students coughed, all remembering Jacob, the 6th year who tried to sneak into the women's wing. It was a sad day when it was revealed he was castrated with a large stone brick. With that little speech done, the greasy teacher left.
Harry followed the rest of the boys into the left wing, finding his room.
In the center was a large king sized bed with green and black sheets. The floor was a green carpet, charmed to be naturally warm. Near the left wall was a hearth with a small couch, a table in front. On the right wall was a desk, right next to a second door. Through there was a bathroom with a large shower and sink. At the foot of his bed was his trunk. Harry grabbed some of his night clothes, a black shirt and black nylon pants. His wand was placed on the bed side table, sliding between the silk sheets.
It didn't take long for him to drift to sleep, the events of the train still with him.
[A.N.] That's chapter three. Happy Easter by the way folks! Now, I know my chapters are shorter and shorter, but don't worry, the next one will be much longer, probably 4K. Now, I have had great input on this story, in fact, it's literally my most popular fic. I only ask that if you add it to story alert, you post a review. I like long ones, no 'good job,' 'I demand more' reviews. Please criticize me if you find something off, curious about where I'm going, just give me longer reviews.
Now, if your still unsure, this is only a redo of book one. Depending on my scedual, I might turn all the stories into this one story, or I'll do seven separate books. I'm not sure. But suffice to say, I'll be doing stuff along the lines of Canon. Except I hate Ron, and Hermione will probably never make an appearance, cept as a paralysis victim. Maybe.
Hope you enjoyed, please review, it helps, honestly.