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?
Abruptly, everything from whispers to loud conversations filled the Hall. Rumors seemingly spread faster than a bullet and within half a minute, by the time when Dumbledore raised his hand to quiet the excited students, most everyone found out that the tournament was a big event because all those who read Hogwarts a History like Harry, realized that the tournament haven't taken place in over centuries and the last time it was held, a student died during a task that he had to perform.
Draco looked excitedly over at Harry. "Do you think I'll get in? I mean, I know I'm a first year and all but still! Maybe I'll have a go at this Tri-Wizard Tournament," Draco told Harry, as did many others in their hall told their friends.
"I don't think so, Draco. We haven't learned anything at all yet. Besides if we were to fight someone or something, we wouldn't even know what to do first," Harry stated though Harry knew that he probably could take on the tasks, especially after all he learned during the summer.
Draco looked thoughtful, "I suppose you're right. I bet we get to miss class!"
Harry glanced over at his new friend, sighed and quirked an eyebrow, "Draco, classes haven't even began and you're already thinking of missing class."
Draco smiled sheepishly, "Well, I can't say that I'm really looking forward to it. Look, Professor Dumbledore is giving out the details on the tournament."
When the conversations that crowded the Hall finally ceased, Dumbledore continued, "As many of you probably realized, this is an extraordinary tournament that haven't taken place in over a century as the Ministry halted it when a student has passed away during the last task but this time, the Hogwarts staff will be on guard as is a medical team. Only those of you who are 12 and over can enter seeing as the second years have at least a year of magic under their belts-"
Shouts of outrage filled the Hall. "Why can't we participate? Isn't this unfair?" a large boy in Slytherin shouted as did many others not only in the Slytherin house.
Draco sighed, "Figures Dumbledore would say that though."
Dumbledore didn't even seem fazed at the uproar of disagreement and continued, "There will be three competitors allowed in the tournament. One from Hogwarts. One from Drumstrang and another from Beauxbatons. All of these schools, which I assure you, are very skilled. I know what you are all thinking, how do we choose the competitors?"
The doors of the Great Hall flipped open and in walked Mr. Filch with his cat quietly slinking behind Mr. Filch and in his hand was a goblet. A very well decorated one seemingly from a rich family or the sorts though this was not the odd part. The odd part was that a blue flame flickered brightly inside of it. Mr. Filch made his way up to the headmaster and handed him the goblet.
"This is what chooses the student who represents Hogwarts at the tournament. To those who want to compete in the tournament, write your names on a scrap piece of paper and plop it into the fire and later it will choose. I will put up a line to filter through the qualified students and I must warn all of you who are not qualified to enter this tournament to beware of crossing the line to approach the goblet. Now, all competitors shall go through three rigorous tests so please don't enter if you do not think that you are up to the challenge. Also, those who are chosen will not be subject to end of the year exams. Now, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore said, waving his hands and the food appeared.
"Hey Harry, so how's your family like? They have to be magical or else you couldn't have gotten into Slytherin," Draco asked out loud.
"They are all dead," Harry replied devoid of any emotions.
"Sorry" Draco looked down and started eating his food.
During dinner, they carefully avoided the subject on their families and most of their conversation was on quidditch and the teachers they saw sitting at the head table.
When dinner was done they followed their Slytherin prefect up to their Slytherin dorm. Walking up to a large statue of a snake, their group stopped. The snaked started moving from its frigid position and asked "Password?"
The prefect replied, "Basilisk."
The chamber looked like a dungeon. The room was dim, lit with only floating candles at the center of the room; which only added to the long shadows. Snakes were seen everywhere. Not the real kind but statues of them and pictures of large ones on the wall. It even decorated the seven or so couches. Silver and green were the main colors of the room, naturally. The couches looked old-fashioned and were covered in green dragon-hide while the handcrafted woods on the couches' back were silver.
The older students, whom knew where everything were, headed to their rooms with their friends chatting loudly. The first years huddled around their new common room awaiting further instructions.
A tall dark-haired man stepped out from the shadows. He looked malicious from the start though Harry could imagine him somewhat worse; perhaps to those of the other houses.
"Welcome to the house of Slytherin, I am your house head, Professor Snape. Your dorms are upstairs, girls to your left and boys to your right. Your classes will start tomorrow and you will receive your schedule tomorrow at 8:00 understood?" the professor asked though he was not expecting a reply so he continued right away, "Listen carefully. I don't want anyone here to be of an embarrassment for this house. Meaning I don't want any teachers coming to me out of complaint. Anyone who breaks the school rules shall be sent home right away. Now leave and go to your dorms."
Harry and Draco walked up the stairs and following the flow of the first years, found their rooms. For Slytherin, there was more than just one room for all first years. They were separated into pairs and they received one room per pair and since there were six male first years, there were three rooms.
Harry and Draco decided to share a room so they entered the one at the end of the hall.
The room was average. It had two poster beds at the opposite ends of the room. It had a pair of desks and bedside tables and that was all there is to it.
"Huh? I thought rooms in Slytherin were much better than this. After the kids here are all used to more lavish bedrooms," Draco said in a less than impressed tone.
Harry looked about him, it was actually much better than what he was used to but to make Draco feel more at home he took out his wand and said in almost a bored tone, "Vicissitudo."
The small four posters both turned into a queen sized canopy bed. It had a see-through silver fabric hanging on the bed's four posters. A larger dark green covered the silver fabric. The small study tables turned into business desks and large green business chairs appeared beside the desks. The bedside tables turned much classier with engravings on the legs.
"Harry? What did you do? It's amazing! How did you do that? Show me!" Draco looked awed at the sight of his new bedroom.
"Most of it is transfiguration. Not really that hard," Harry shrugged. It was the first time he tried that spell after he read it in a book.
"Transfiguration?" Draco gaped at Harry as if he grew another head, "You did all that by transfiguration? All with one spell? But that's advanced level magic! I bet the sixth year student's couldn't even do that!"
Harry just grinned, "Guess it's just natural then."
Draco pressed on, "Come on, what was it really?"
Harry just rolled his eyes, and closed the curtains around his bed and started sleeping.
Draco went to his own much-improved bed and replied, "Fine, don't tell me. Sheesh."
At breakfast next morning, Professor Snape handed out their new timetables.
"Arghh. Look at this Harry! We got double potions with Gryffindors. Man, who made these schedules up anyways? Then we got…History with Ravenclaw," Draco whined the next day.
Finishing his breakfast before Draco, he headed to the goblet while waiting for Draco to finish. Twins with red hair from Gryffindor crossed a line on the floor and dropped in their names and re-crossed back grinning as though they were awarded medals.
"Hey! Preston!" a voice piped up.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed recognizing the annoying voice anywhere. Turning around, his fears were re-assured. Standing about two meters behind him, Mark was surrounded by his new groupies. The two standing beside him seemed like exact copies of Marks' personality.
"I'm talking to you. You traitor. I thought that we had a deal so what's up with being a snake?" Mark asked though the tone had changed drastically from before.
"I don't control where I'm going, fool. I wanted to go to Gryffindor," Harry said then added, "Really."
"You freaking liar!" Mark shouted attracting the attention of some people around them. Mark then smiled and pointed at the goblet, "Hey, Preston. If you think you're so great, try putting in your name."
"Is your puny excuse for a brain fried? Everyone with half-a-brain knows that first years can't compete," Harry replied looking down upon Mark.
"I'm sure I've heard that if you're good enough, nothing will happen to you. Really. Or is it that you are chicken?" Mark flapped his arms like a chicken would.
"How immature," Harry muttered grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbling down his name. Harry was twelve so nothing should happen to him. 'Heh' thought Harry, 'Mark is really annoying and maybe he just go away after I do this.'
Followed by small gasps of those watching Harry intently, Harry crossed the line and dropped his name in.
"You did something didn't you? Let's get him boys," Mark ordered.
Harry sighed, 'When was Mark going to learn that I'm the worst possible person for Mark to try and pick on?'
The surrounding audience started chanting, "Fight, fight, fight."
Harry wasn't intimidated in the least. In fact, he liked a challenge. "Since I pity you, fool, I'll let you use you wand. Hows about it?"
Mark knew that Harry understood he wasn't trained enough to use spells but he whipped out his wand anyways and pointed it to Harry's chest.
"My my my, what's this? A Gryffindor student with his two lackeys fighting one of my students?" Professor Snape said as he walked up to the trio. "I'm afraid I have to deduct 5 points from Gryffindor."
"What?" Mark's lackey, Samuel asked obviously enraged that their points got deducted before classes even began.
"Oh I think you might have misinterpreted what I said. I meant each," Snape said.
"I'm afraid that the one who started it all might be your student, Severus so no points will be deducted. After all, you didn't catch the whole thing I'm sure," James Potter said walking towards Professor Snape.
Glaring at each other for a while, Professor Snape turned and walked away not before saying, "15 points off and that's final."
"Heh, see you in Potions, Preston. And your little friend too," Mark said spotting Draco jogging over at Harry with a confused look.
"What happened?" Draco asked.
"Some dork from Gryffindor," Harry replied.
Unlike Mark, Draco was sharp enough to understand the meaning behind what Harry says. "I see," Draco replied, "Let's leave for potions. It's starting in half-an hour"
Before Harry and Draco left for the dungeons, they spotted a few people surrounding a board and whispering excitedly.
Checking the boards, Harry and Draco found out that flying lessons were offered to first years and that if they decided to join, Slytherins would have to take them with Gryffindor.
"Really! Who makes these schedules are messed up," Draco complained.
Finally arriving at the potions class, Harry and Draco took seats at the back of the class.
Harry was slightly glad to notice that Mark, Samuel and Jason haven't arrived yet at the start of class.
Professor Snape wandered out from the shadows, "This is your first potions class. There will be no foolish wand waving in this class. You are here to-"
A bang was heard through out the class. Mark was standing in the doorway with his two annoying friends. "Sorry Professor, we got lost," Mark said and took a seat on the opposite side of Harry.
"Mr. Potter was it and Mr. Hamms and Mr. Disten?" Snape once again continued before his question was answered, "I hope you understand that no one has been late to my class for over 15 years. The last person that was though, shall we say never quite was able to taste anything again."
"You three will stay after class to try someone's sleeping potion. Let's see," Snape looked around the room and fixed his gaze at Harry, "Potter, Hamms and Disten will taste the potion from that which is made by Mr. Preston here."
Mark stared at Harry. Harry smiled and waved at Mark. Harry knew that Mark was regretting his decision earlier to have harassed Harry.
"The directions are on the board. Now start," Professor Snape told the class.
Harry didn't even bother looking at the chalkboard for Harry certainly wasn't going to make a sleeping potion. Harry went down to gather some ingredients; wormskin, hunfors, hair of dragons and so on.
Slowly the student's potions turned red like they were supposed to, though some turned out orange and the likes. Right beside Harry, one poor kid from Gryffindor was shaking so much when Professor Snape came behind him that he added powdered dragon nails and the cauldron coughed up the acidic liquid. It burned through the table and luckily Harry was able to shout, "Absentis." The liquid disappeared. Though suspicion arouse from the Gryffindors. Whispers on how Harry might have somehow set it up started spreading within Gryfindor.
"Nice work Mr. Preston, Five points for Slytherin," Professor Snape exclaimed though looked at Harry oddly for knowing such a spell on his first day of school.
When Harry finally finished his "sleeping potion" it turned out blue.
Mark gulped as he was about to drink it in front of his whole class. Finishing the drink in one gulp, Mark felt ill and ran out of the room, which deducted even more points for Gryffindor. The other two just fainted though and were needed to be wheeled in to the nurses' room.
"Mr. Preston stay after class. Mr. Malfoy, you may leave," Professor Snape demanded.
After the students filled out of the classroom, Harry approached the teacher's desk.
"Mr. Preston, have you ever received magic lessons from anyone before?" Professor Snape asked.
Being truthful, Harry replied, "No, I haven't sir."
"Is that so?" the professor asked out loud, "Then explain to me how you could possibly make a troll mucus potion? It's not something a first year can make, especially on their first day of school and have made it without a textbook's instructions. So how did you know it?"
"I just read it in a book sir. Honest," Harry replied.
"Really, if you are not being honest, I see no reason to keep you here any longer. You may leave," Snape said and walked out of the class himself.
Harry left for lunch and told Draco exactly what happened.
"Weird isn't it?" Draco asked.
"What is," Harry looked at Draco confused.
"You know so many spells! How is it possible that someone in their first year on their first day knows so many spells?" Draco pressed on.
"Don't ask me, I just read a lot," Harry replied finishing his sandwich.
A loud ruckus went on inside their Slytherin common room as Harry and Mark entered it to get their History of Magic textbook.
Two abnormally large boys were throwing a broach back and forth while a much smaller girl with bushy brown hair asked for it back.
"Give it back now!" the girl asked trying to reach her broach that flew above her head.
"No way half blood. People like you should not be allowed to enter the same room with us purebloods. Now bow and we might give it back," one of them asked.
No one even looked bothered at what's happening in their common room. Some of them were afraid of the large boys but most of them felt that the girl had received what was coming to her.
"Accio," the girl said pointing to the broach and it flew back safely into her hands.
Hearing a fourth year spell come out of a girl such as her surprised Harry as it did many people and the girl burst out crying and left the room.
History of Magic was the most boring subject of them all Harry thought though he has only attended two subjects. The bell couldn't ring soon enough as Harry immediately got up and nudged Draco who fell asleep within a few minutes of the beginning of the class.
Harry felt someone bump into him as he left the room. It was the small girl from before. Harry again recalled her shouting accio.
"Sorry," the girl muttered and continued to the door.
"Hey!" Draco shouted to her.
The girl stopped and looked curiously at Harry and Draco. Taking the first good look at the girl, Harry thought that the girl could look much more prettier if she tried. She had bushy brown hair that led to her collarbone and her teeth were larger than most.
"What did you use to get that broach back? It was great" Draco said.
"Oh accio? That's actually pretty simple it just calls whatever you need to you. Most everyone knows that spell," the girl said.
Draco's pale face had gotten a blush for his failure at not being able to recognize the spell used.
"Hi, I'm Harry Preston and this is Draco Malfoy. And you are?" Harry inquired.
"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl said before exiting.
Inside a dark room, a man with a remarking resemblance with a snake sat upon a throne with many other people wearing white masks kneeling in front of him.
"Malfoy!" the Dark Lord said.
Malfoy Senior shuddered. Every time the Dark Lord said something it always had this tone that implies a secret meaning.
Hurrying up closer to the Dark Lord, Lucius replied, "What do you wish of me, my lord?"
"Your boy is in Hogwarts am I correct?" Voldemort asked.
"Well, my younger son is in Hogwarts though the older one is attending Durmstrang," Lucius muttered out.
"Some of the other Death Eaters' children reported that they have seen your younger son around Harry Potter am I correct?" Voldemort asked daring Malfoy to disagree.
"Possibly. I haven't much contact with that son at all," Malfoy Senior replied.
"Well, I want you to get closer to your younger son over the holidays and report back to me. This may prove to be useful. That is all. Malfoy, you do understand what is to happen to you if you mess this one up, do you not?" Voldemort asked, "Crucio"
Malfoy was held under this painful curse for only five seconds or so but he never would want to experience it ever again.
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