Title: One's Most Hated Name
Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.
Disclaimer: Dun own it….k?
Mark's face glowed as he heard Harry's decision. 'Hee heee, too bad Harry won't realize my true intentions' Mark thought. Mark smiled, as though delighted with Harry's reply, "Why, thank you. Harry. You're the best!"
"Trust me," Harry replied with a mischievous glint in his eye, "the pleasure's all mine."
Harry smiled, seemingly genuine to all those who behold it. "I'm afraid I must take my leave now, Mark, I'll see you later."
"Yeah later," Mark smiled and started heading in the opposite direction of Harry. Upon turning, Mark's facial features twisted into a mischievous grin, though his smile didn't even come close to the one Harry showed earlier on. Mark's smile was like one that a rich kid wore when he catches his prey.
'Urghh' Harry thought 'Why do I always feel gross when I'm around him?'
Harry opened the large, thickly made wooden door that led to his room. Flinging himself on to one of the large, water-like substance filled bed, Harry opened 'Hogwarts; a History'
Hogwarts is one of the three most prestigious schools built. There were once four founders named Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw. These three founders have magic powers that when combined, nothing could rival their powers. Due to their extensive knowledge of the magical world, they paved the road for a new generation that is schooled education. No more does one have to learn wizardry at home taught by the limited knowledge of their parents.
These four founders have the ultimate honor of being recognized worldwide no matter the time. Now, students are sorted into four houses. Each, representing one of the four founders. When new students are judged for which house they belong to, they find qualities of the student that suits the founders. For Slytherin, students are more cunning and sly than the rest. For Gryffindor, students are more brave and courageous above all other houses. Ravenclaw are for wizards and witches who value knowledge above all. Lastly though certainly not least, there is Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff is for the most hard-working students.
Harry put down his book and wondered on which house should he try to be in. Though the book certainly didn't acknowledge how the student gets chosen, Harry was sure that students probably have a voice in the matter.
Before Harry got separated from his parents, Harry would probably have chosen Gryffindor. Though now, now was a very different case. He wouldn't mind choosing Gryffindor if only his dad wasn't the head of the house. Harry really didn't want to see James' face every morning. Hufflepuff was out of the question; Harry would get laughed at forever. So all that was left was Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Harry was certainly smart enough to be in Ravenclaw and cunning and powerful enough to be in Slytherin. Thinking about the two houses further, Harry didn't get any further in his decision as he was an hour ago.
Again, Harry heard loud knock on his door.
"Come in," Harry said annoyed that once again, he had to witness Mark's face today, "Hey! Mark!"
"Yo Harry! Why are you doing reading Hogwarts, a history? That's so lame," Mark said glaring distastefully at the book Harry held, "What house do you think you'll be in anyways?"
"Hmm, probably Gryffindor like you!" Harry answered once again wearing a somewhat forced smile.
"Yeah! Gryffindor's the best. Also, I'm not sure if you heard, but my dad is the head of the house," Mark slurred on, "You know that my mom is also the head of Ravenclaw don't you?"
Harry had to forcibly suppress his eyes to not roll. Argh! Why does everything have to go wrong with his life? Couldn't someone just mess up Mark's life for a change? Sheeesh, with Ravenclaw gone, the only option was Slytherin. Besides, Harry didn't really like the way their relationship is getting played out and at this rate, Mark will make sure people will see Harry as Mark's lackey or something of the rather.
"Oh! I didn't know that," Harry said sincerely, which was one of the only times Harry has been sincere with Mark, "Wow, must be the best coming into Hogwarts!"
"Oh yeah! When I get into trouble, my dad or mom can bail me out easy," Mark continued.
"Yeah, must be great to be you. Anyways, what subjects does your parents teach?" Harry asked, honestly curious.
"Oh! My dad teaches transfiguration and my mom teaches charms and muggle studies," Mark replied, "I think we're all taking transfiguration as first years."
It was official, Harry thought. Mark himself was bad news. Either that or Mark was really bad luck that bring with it bad news.
"Right. So Mark, hows your life been so far?" Harry asked though he was dead bored of this conversation before it even started.
A week passed by so slowly and achingly for Harry that it felt as though he's been here for ages. Mark always interrupted his study time to talk about himself or to invite Harry to play Quidditch though Mark kept making comments like 'I can't believe you never played Quidditch, what kind of wizard are you' or 'Man, Quidditch is the best sport ever! Oh right, you don't know it do you?' Mark was too lazy to teach Harry how to fly much less explain the complicated rules to Harry so Harry just spent most of his time reading on the bleachers when Mark was flying around in the sky.
Harry was so very glad that tonight would be the opening ceremony. More kids his age are going to be there and perhaps he'll get some actual regular friends.
Harry spent his last few hours at peace since Mark was too busy getting made up to impress people at the opening ceremony. Harry was quietly reading Hogwarts a History to find out any hint to the mystery on how students get sorted but in the end, it was to no avail. Though Harry did learn that Hogwart's security was very tight. It did not allow anyone to enter or leave by apparating and portkeys have to be pre-arranged and such.
As the clock stoke six, Harry got up from his bed and chose his clothes, though there weren't many to choose from. It was just a regular school uniform Harry ended up with. The black cloak suited him perfectly as did the white shirt under him though the vest was a little too loose. To make up for it, Harry unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt to show his neckline and wore a small silver chain necklace Mark gave him as a belated birthday present underneath his shirt, though it was clearly seen since shirt was unbuttoned at the top anyways. Harry wore a watch that he had purchased after he came to Hogwarts, when looking around in Hogsmeade. Looking into the mirror, Harry felt as if he truly outdone himself.
The feast started at 6:30 but Harry looked at the watch and it now read 6:45. 'Shit' Harry thought as he grabbed his packed trunk as he won't be sleeping there anymore and placed it in the hall next to all the other suitcases on the way to the opening ceremony.
Running the last few steps, Harry took a breath and opened the double doors. It was all quiet when everyone looked at Harry at his late arrival. The girls especially followed every step Harry took and the guys were split between looking bored and interested. One side eyed Harry jealously while the other looked intently at Harry seemingly wanting to befriend him.
It seemed that Harry had interrupted them during the sorting because some first years already sat at tables talking excitedly.
"Thank you for joining us today, Preston just before I was going to call your name too. Please try on the hat," Professor McGonagall said, inviting Harry onstage.
Trying on the hat, Harry felt an odd voice inside his head. One that never seemed there before and seemed able to see through anything. Using Occlumency, Harry blocked out his memories, as fast as he can but before he could project his fake ones, the voice Harry supposed was that of the hat whispered, 'Hmm. Harry, I did not see any of your past, though I don't fall for fake ones, but still, how sly. Do you have anything to hide? Don't worry, I will not tell. This is quite interesting. In all those centuries worth of students I've sorted, you're the only one I've ever met that blocked me from their past. Hmm, Ravenclaw would suit you well. Smart, indeed is an understatement for someone such like yourself. Though Gryffindor wouldn't be too much of a bad choice, though you are definitely more cunning and powerful than you are everything else. The best when all is calculated, the best house for you is…"
"SLYTHERIN," the hat shouted to the Great Hall.
Harry received an average welcome. Not many people clapped since not many cared though the few that did, did so with vigor, rubbing the new student in Gryffindor's faces.
Some stares radiated from the Gryffindor table. The one that was the most pronounced was his friend Mark's glare. Mark's face radiated betrayal. Breaking their glances at each other, Harry made his way to the long table that is Slytherin.
"Hello. Harry was it?" a young boy with platinum blonde hair asked.
"Yes it is. I didn't catch your name though," Harry asked, making polite conversation.
"I am Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you," Draco smiled. It was obvious that Draco came from an old wizarding family though something seemed to bother Harry about Draco. Usually old wizarding families looked down upon the newer ones and the name Preston was as muggle-like as it could get yet Draco actually introduced himself first.
"Right! I knew you were from an old wizarding family isn't your father, Lucius Malfoy, the Minister of Magic? How is it like to be the son of a minister?" Harry asked, though he immediately received the feeling that somehow, it was a personal question.
"Um, you see, my mother split up with my father when I was about 3. Though I never found out why, my mother one day just filed for divorce. My mother took custody of me since I was the younger one and left my brother who was about 6 to my father. I don't really know how it's like to be a minister's son. You'll have to ask my brother," Draco replied seemingly a little uncomfortable with the situation.
"So, do you know where the Slytherin dorms are?" Harry asked. Draco never had the chance to reply because the loud voice of Dumbledore echoed through the hall with another one of his long-winded speeches.
A small mischievous twinkle appeared in Dumdledore's eyes as he began his speech, "Now that the sorting has finished. I'm afraid I have to remind you all once again to follow proper school rules and our caretaker, Mr. Filch would like me to remind you to stay away from the Forbidden Forest and students as always are forbidden to enter Hogsmeade until scheduled visiting times," Dumbledore's pale-blue eyes fixiated upon two tall red-haired twins in Gryffindor. "Now that the less interesting news have finished, I would like to announce what the teachers have been planning the whole summer while students were away. The ministry, to be more specific, the Minister of Magic Lucius Malfoy-" Draco looked at his food while his father's name was announced. "-has decided to start a tournament here at Hogwarts. This is the tournament everyone in both the Ministry and Hogwarts has helped put together. I would like to announce the beginning of a tournament last held centuries ago. The tournament that is again re-installed. I would like to introduce the Tri-Wizard tournament!"
A/N: Even though there is going to be the Tri-Wizard tournament doesn't mean that the storyline is going to be the same.
I'm starting a search! I don't really like the title of this fanfic so I want to change it and I would like you ideas on what the name of the story should be now that the main plot has been revealed.
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