September 1, 1991 [9 o'clock: After having finished the feast, and walked to the dungeons. The first years were given the rules of Slytherin.

1. Never give away the location of the Syltherin common room.

2. Always show a united front.

3. Save all confrontations for the common room.

4. Never get caught.

5. Go to prefects first, then bother the potions master. 6. First and second years in bed at ten.

After the prefects were done their head of house glided in. Looking down at the first years, he pretty much, reiterated the prefects, with the exception of explaining the sleeping arrangements.

"...all boys are to the left, and girls to the right. Due to being mostly underground and water, everyone has their own room. Boys cannot enter the girls hallway." Here he paused and settled his eyes on Harry, "It seems we have golden-boy's little brother." He sneered.

"So another famous Potter. Let me make myself clear. You. Do. Not. Belong. Here." With one final sneer he leaves the common room.

The rest of Slytherin understanding that the house rules did not apply to him, the prefects told him, "...no point in listening to the rest, potter. Go find your room, and do yourself a favor, stay there."

Without a complaint Harry left the common room, turning down the left hallway, which had alcoves running down the hallway hiding three doors in each. On each door was a silver plaque some had names, others did not, and so Harry continued walking. Until he came to an alcove at the very end with one single door slightly wider than the others, and no name. Grabbing the handle, Harry watched with rapt fascination as his name appeared in cursive.

Entering the room, he was pleasantly surprised. The room was larger than his at home. The wall across from him was a ceiling to floor window of the lake. A four poster bed was in the center of the wall. To one side was a wardrobe, desk, and a ceiling to floor bookcase. On the other side was a single door. Walking to it, he opened it, to find a well sized bathroom.

The bathrooms ceiling was glass, and on the wall were self-lighting lanterns. The walls were silver, the floor tiles were silver, in front of both the bath and shower were deep forest green rugs. It had a shower to his immediate right, and the tub to his left. Next to the shower was the toilet, and on the far wall was the counter and sink.

If it wasn't for what lay outside his room, he would feel at home. Going to his trunk, he begins to unpack his belongings. Taking his broom he leans it against the wardrobe, then sets up his probity probe above his door. After that he puts away his books. Taking out his wand he sets up several charms, and one dark curse to keep away anyone and everyone. Grabbing Emerald he places her on his bed, and proceeds to get ready for bed.

Hopping into bed, Emerald curls into his side, and he fall asleep to the soft green glow in his room.

September 2, 1991: Waking up, Harry bolts upright in slight panic, until he remembers the previous night. Then he checks the time with a quick tempus [6:30AM]. After that he showered, dressed, and put Emerald in his inner robe pocket. Taking his wand with, Harry leaves.

Entering the common room, he finds some year mates, and several other upperclassmen lounging around. Walking through he ignores the sneering and scathing remarks.

Heading to the great hall he passes an occasional group or single student. Each the same, they frown, he ignores, they get offended and write it off as, "typical Syltherin."

Entering the great hall he spots slytherins table amd sits at the very end. He looks around the hall as he puts food onto his plate. Spotting his mother, he actually takes the time to look at her, and for once he's longing to be wrapped in a hug and muttered nonsense to soothe him.

However that feeling comes crashing down like a tidal wave when she looks at him. He's never seen her look at him with so much anger, and disgust before. He realizes that whatever beauty she had before no longer, and never could, exist to him with such a look on her face.

As he's tucking in his head of house walks in. Then immediately spotting him, walks to him. Thrusting out his timetable, Harry grabs it, but before his head lets go the man tightens his grip and in a low voice filled with venom, "I will say this once. At the beginning of each year you will come here and retrieve your timetable. After that I suggest you either find the kitchen, or learn a house elfs name and summon them to bring you food to eat elsewhere. Like I said before; You. Do. Not. Belong. Here."

Nodding, "Yes, sir."

After finishing his breakfast, he leaves the great hall for his room to gather his supplies. First class is potions with Gryffindors. Checking the time he walks to his first class of the day. Upon finding the classroom door open he enters to it being empty. Find a seat on the left that was somewhat secluded, he sets up and wards his cauldron from anyone else.

Soon his year mates enter, and sit. Harry finds he's sitting on the Slytherin side, and is grateful for the animosity that his seat provides him.

Snape slams the door open and billows in. Grabing a scroll, he goes through roll call, and once he gets to James' name he sneers, "...our local celebrity, oh goodie." Then he skips Harry's name and finishes. Snape starts a dramatic speech in which James ignores resulting in thirty points and two detentions.

Starting them on the boils potion, Harry quickly retrieves all his needed ingredients. Then begins to brew his potion, twice during his brewing, Malfoy and Parkinson tried throwing in random ingredients. After failing both times, both stopped, and set their sights on Nervous Neville.

After exploding his potion, Neville and two others are sent to the hospital wing, and Gryffindor lost another thirty points. As he finishes his potion, Snape calls for them to finish, bottle, and bring their potion to him. Doing as he was told, Harry bottles his, and as he is bringing it up someone trips him. His potion shatters on the ground, and looking behind him he sees Weasley smiling at him.

"Walk much?" He mocks. Both houses snicker and laugh.

Snape in a silky voice, "potter stay after."

Nodding his assent, Harry on his hands and knees gather the broken bottle together, and returns to his desk. Cleaning up and packing away, he watches as everyone files out. Once gone Snape turns to him.

"Causing trouble already, just like your father. Detention with filch for the rest of the week, 10 points from slytherin for being an annoyance, and you will take a zero for this assignment. Now leave, potter." Snape spat.

The remainder of his day was no improvement, and unable to find the kitchens, Harry went to bed hungry.

Tomorrow, he thought, I will find the kitchens.

Curling into a ball, he falls asleep, to the comforting purring of Emerald.

Im quickly realising this was on the cheesy side vut I still like it.