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?
The day for the flying lessons arrived. Many Slytherins were looking forward to flying on their brooms, as many have not done so since arriving at Hogwarts. Walking towards a large field beside the school, Harry had a relatively quiet conversation with Draco seeing as Draco did most of their talking.
"I haven't gone flying for ages! This will be so great! I can't believe they put us with Gryffindor though. You'd think that the teachers have wised up on the Slytherin-Griffindor feud," Draco complained for the hundredth time this week.
"Who cares, Dumbledore probably wanted us to be paired up anyways," Harry guessed with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, which wasn't very much.
"Really? Why do you think so?" Draco asked as they arrived at their destination.
"Knowing Dumbledore, probably did it so we would 'kiss-and-make-up' with the Gryffindors," Harry said, allowing a heavy sarcastic tone to creep out.
Upon glancing at the wide-open field, Harry thought that perhaps the teachers weren't so thick after all. They had placed the brooms in two rows to separate the two houses.
"Guess the teachers at least have some common sense," Draco said some delayed seconds after Harry noticed.
Walking towards the row of brooms at the far end of the field, Harry and Draco met up with the girl they met from yesterday.
"Right, so, if the I lean forwards I go faster, that way the air moves around me and I create little to no drag. If I want to stop or slow, I…I…I'm supposed to…umm" the girl they came to know as Hermione murmured to herself.
"Sit up and pull the handle towards yourself," Harry said glancing at Hermione and resumed his talk to the blonde-haired first year beside himself.
Hermione was surprised that someone heard her though all the mumbling and even more surprising was that Harry was chating to his friend while listening to what she whispered to herself.
Slowly, Slytherin and Gryffindor first years arrived and each stepped beside a broom. Many complained about the quality of the school's brooms. The brooms were literally falling apart; some brooms only had half a handle and others barely had any twigs at all.
Mark pranced up to the fastest looking broom with his buddies and when they were sure Harry was within earshot, they commenced making snake hisses then bursting out in loud laughter while glancing at Harry.
Harry didn't feel even the tiniest bit annoyed at Mark, it was sort of expected that he would stoop this low.
Draco and the rest of the Slytherins on the opposite hand took the hisses and occasional glances at the Slytherins very seriously. Some wanted to go up and punch that annoying face of Mark's and some even wanted to try out curses they just learned on Mark Potter and if the curse doesn't work and get messed up, as long as the messed up curse lands on Potter, it's all still good. Harry wanted to try some though he didn't think that he had any use for a wand and had left his in his bedroom.
If it weren't so sad, Harry would have laughed. What kind of an idiot tries to take down someone in front of their whole house? Mark, being an even bigger moron, made the whole house his enemy.
Before Draco had the time to pull out his wand, Madam Hooch, the flying instructor arrived.
"Alright, I'm sure you wasted enough time already. First you need to hold your broom. No, don't pick your broom up Mr. Potter," Madam Hooch told Mark, whom was bored of listening to Madam Hooch. This earned snickers from the Slytherin side, fueled by what Mark said before Madam Hooch came.
"Quiet down. We say 'up' and our brooms should do this," instructed Madam Hooch and upon saying 'up' the broom jumped to her hand.
Madam Hooch kept instructing the lesson and whenever she told any of the Gryffindors that they were doing something wrong, the Slytherins laughed maliciously. Though the same could be said for Slytherins, the Gryffindors laughed at them though they never laughed with pure harm meant. Also, the Slytherins came from rich, pure-blood families who already have taught their sons or daughters how to ride a broom so all-in-all, Madam Hooch didn't point out too many mistakes from Slytherin.
"Now that you all know the basics, mount your brooms and lift off when I say-", Madam Hooch didn't get to finish that sentence.
A boy from Slytherin rose up into the air slowly at first though he soon ascended at a faster and faster rate. The boy had lost control of his broom.
Madam Hooch grabbed a nearby broom and went chasing after the boy but it was to no avail. Madam Hooch kept going up when the boy slipped and feel downwards. Madam Hooch went too fast and created more distance by going up while the boy went falling to the ground. It was now impossible for Madam Hooch to catch up and from her height; it became apparent to everyone present that if the boy fell all the way to the ground, he might actually die.
Thinking that it was now or never, Harry grabbed his broom, mounted it and set forth to catch the falling boy.
Girls below hollered to cheer him on. Some Griffindor females eyed the Slytherins jealously for being able to cheer aloud.
Harry leaned so close to the broom that he was now laying flat against the broom going 100 mph.
'Almost there, faster!' thought Harry going even faster still.
A split-second before the first-year landed 1 meter away from the grassy ground, Harry had caught the boy and landed safely.
Loud screaming and cheering exploded not just from where their flying lesson was located but also from the students whom were outside relaxing and peering out from windows watching Harry's moves.
Madam Hooch landed on the ground and after making sure that neither student's were hurt, called off the class.
During dinner, many Slytherins came out to congratulate Harry on his wonderful performance, most of which were girls giggling and blushing as they talked to Harry.
"Did you receive flying lessons? It was great," Draco said while munching down on his desert.
"Yeah. Sure," Harry said, "Look, I'm not hungry, I'll meet you in the common room later."
Draco watched Harry leave and started chatting with Blaise, a second-year student.
Harry couldn't help but feel nausea. It's been two months. Two months since…he died. Harry was eating good food while his best friend was lying six feet under. Frustrated, Harry stormed towards the Slytherin common room.
"Mr. Preston?" asked an eerie voice Harry knew to be that of the Potions Master.
"Yes, sir?" Harry asked repressing the annoyance out of his voice.
"Come to my office, immediately," the Professor demanded rather than asked.
Harry followed Snape into a room filled with odd jars filled with dragon eyes or fiul's tongue and brain and the list could go on forever. Harry thought that this was there probably to scare first years.
"Did you or did you not catch Mr. Avery Jr. as he fell from his broom?" Snape asked in a voice kinder than the one he would use for Gryffindors but still not nice either way.
"I did, sir," Harry replied wondering what the heck Snape would ask him that for.
"Our Slytherin Quidditch team needs a seeker with outstanding abilities such as yours. I would like for you to join our team," Snape said sitting down on a chair behind his desk.
Join a sports team? Harry did not want to stick out further that he did especially under the noses of his parents and Dumbledore.
"I'm afraid I must decline, Professor, I don't even know how to play," Harry said though he knew perfectly well how the game goes.
Snape seemed to catch on that what Harry had just said was merely an excuse and that was when Harry felt a small yet strong prod against his mind.
'Not again' Harry thought and blocked his mind once again from outside penetration.
Snape looked at Harry oddly and continued, "There is no room for debate, if you really don't know how to play, then you will learn. Today is September the 30th, the next practice shall be tomorrow. You shall receive a broom by mail tomorrow morning. Now leave Mr. Preston."
Quidditch team? Fine, it doesn't seem as though I can argue with Snape. Besides, arguing with a teacher as a first year would draw other teacher's attentions! Harry thought, 'Doesn't matter, as long as I don't wear the bracelet, they won't ever recognize me.'
Harry waited for Draco go come in and told him the news.
"A first-year seeker, is that even possible?" Draco asked expecting this to be a ruse.
"I'm in, really. Look, I'm tired today so see you tomorrow," Harry said and muttered a spell to turn off the lights and drifted to sleep.
The news of Harry becoming Slytherin seeker spread like wildfire and by the time Harry came down for lunch, the first-year Slytherins gave him a standing ovation.
'Draco must have spilled the beans' Harry thought.
"That can't possibly be true Malfoy! He's a first year," Hermione said looking at Harry to support her and tell Draco off.
Harry didn't even know Hermione well, though it seemed like Draco did.
"Come on, Harry tell her!" Draco demanded.
"Yeah, I'm on the team," Harry replied and started on his breakfast.
Many people around Harry who heard him gave Harry high fives and pats on the back while older students gave Harry more advice. Harry didn't care much for their advice.
"Geez, she's so annoying that Hermione," Draco whined as he took a seat beside Harry.
Dozens of birds flew in the Hall dropping packages on student's laps. Everyone's gazes shifted to on package so enormous that it had to be carried by 5 large birds.
The birds dropped the package right in Harry's breakfast. Harry, who didn't want the whole school to start any more rumors about him, told Draco that he would keep this in his room and that he would be right back.
Running up the staircases that kept changing directions, Harry was stopped once again by Mark and his boring friends.
"Move aside," Harry remarked though Draco didn't budge, "Look, if you don't move, I'll hex you till you're nothing but a pile of sludge.
At this, Mark replied, "I know what you did!"
"What?" Harry asked thoroughly irked at Mark for existing.
"You planed this out didn't you? You told you're Slytherin buddy to fall like that so you would get on the team," Mark told Harry as tough he stumbled upon gold.
"Yeah, right. Who wouldn't want to fall 60 feet only to be caught within a meter of the ground? I mean, if someone I knew for a month asked me to do that, I'd go do it right away, now bug off Mark, you're wasting my oxygen," said Harry giving up hope on ever having peace and quiet at this school.
When he saw Mark reaching for his wand Harry pushed past Mark and walked off.
Resting the broom against his bed frame, Harry made his way back to the Great Hall once more.
Owls were still flocking in and out. Harry took his seat beside Draco who was finishing his breakfast.
A large black owl flew in from the highest window of the Hall. The entire student body paused from murmuring about the new package Harry just received started chatting about whom that owl belonged to. Owls were usually brown and the sorts and maybe sometimes white but never has anyone seen a black one. Upon noticing the owl, Draco dropped his fork, which clanged loudly as it met the floor.
Its pitch black letter landed on Draco's lap and the owl soared out the window and out of sight. Draco opened the wax-encrusted seal, pulled out a short parchment and read it. Paling, Draco also started shaking while he handed the letter to Harry who was now curious to see the contents.
My dearest Draco,
How have you been the past few years? I have heard you made many friends over in Slytherin. I have missed you, my son, greatly and seeing that Christmas is a little more that 2 months away, I wish for you to spend it at Malfoy Manor. It would be the perfect opportunity to catch up and you get to meet your brother again. Reply A.S.A.P.
You father,
Lucius Malfoy