The Dark Lord's Son
by teddylonglong

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

Warnings: Completely AU! Partly OOC. Partly dark (but not evil)!Harry


To Harry's relief, Lily did not single him out, and listening to the Charms professor for a while, he had to admit to himself that he could not help liking her. She was very friendly to everyone and appeared to not hold grudges against the Slytherins like, for example, her husband seemed to do. James Potter had clearly favourited his Gryffindors during their Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

'Still, I don't want to have anything to do with her,' he told himself. However, he could not prevent himself from trying to impress her. In spite of his resolve to only do a charm correctly after at least Hermione had managed it – like he had done in Transfiguration, he flawlessly performed every charm at the first attempt. By the end of the class, he had gained twenty points for Slytherin.

HP

As Harry knew the way to the greenhouses, he swiftly made his way out of the castle together with Draco, and his classmates followed him, apparently trusting that he knew his way around the castle better than the other first-years.

"Harry!"

Harry turned around, only to realise in annoyance that it was Hermione, who was walking right behind him together with a Gryffindor boy. 'Was it Neville?' Harry wondered.

"Harry, Neville and I were wondering where you learned to cast those charms, as you didn't attend the Hogwarts primary school with us."

"I was home schooled together with Draco," Harry replied, coolly, before he turned around and entered the greenhouse, inwardly groaning in annoyance, when the two Gryffindors had the gall to occupy the remaining seats at their table. To his surprise, Neville was extremely knowledgeable though, and the four students had much fun researching the properties of five magical herbs and finished their task before any other group.

"You're brilliant at Herbology," Harry acknowledged, causing Neville to blush, unexpectedly.

"I just love plants, and I have my own greenhouse at home," he explained, smiling.

HP

"After lunch, we're going to have our Flying class," Draco mused aloud, when they returned to the Great Hall for lunch. "I hope they'll let us play Quidditch."

"Are you already able to fly?" Hermione enquired from behind.

"Of course." Draco was the first to reply. "Every magical child learns to fly before they're able to walk."

Harry chuckled, recalling the excitement, when Draco and he had received their first brooms. "Err, Draco, we were able to walk, when we received our first brooms. I think we were about three by then."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Well, never mind then."

'Oh right, he doesn't know that,' Harry recalled. 'That was in my original dimension.'

"Did you grow up together?" Neville asked in apparent bewilderment.

Harry nodded. "Did you not learn to fly in your primary school?" he then asked.

"No." Hermione shook her head.

"They told us the students had enough accidents playing Quidditch, so they didn't need injured children on top of it," Neville added, sighing.

"I'm a bit scared," Hermione added in a quiet voice.

"We love flying," Harry replied, smiling. "It's much fun."

HP

At the door to the Great Hall, they separated from the two Gryffindors and headed towards the Slytherin table.

"Why are these Gryffindorks so attached to us? Did you know them before coming here?" Draco whispered to Harry, who shook his head in confusion.

"No, why would I? I've no idea," Harry lied, looking up in surprise, when he heard his name, just when he sat in the seat next to Blaise at the Slytherin table.

"Harry, may I sit with you for lunch?" Ferdinand suddenly appeared at his side.

"You're not in Slytherin," Blaise replied, smugly.

"I'm not in any house, as I'm only going to be sorted in two years' time. So, I'm allowed to sit at any house table," Ferdinand informed him in a no-nonsense voice.

"All right then, come, you can sit between Harry and me," Draco invited the younger boy, knowing that Harry was quite fond of his brother. "Don't you get to eat lunch at the primary school though?"

Ferdinand shook his head. "Not on Fridays, because we don't have afternoon classes on Fridays. Do you still have classes in the afternoon?"

"Yes. Flying," Draco replied, grinning broadly in apparent anticipation, which Harry shared, full-heartedly.

HP

As excited as Harry and Draco had been for their Flying class, disappointment was great, as soon as the class began.

"No one is going to play Quidditch at this time." Madam Hooch's voice was firm. "Stand beside a broomstick and call it up into your hand."

"Excuse me," Draco replied in obvious annoyance, "but we've been flying, since we were toddlers."

"Do as you were told, if you don't want me to throw you out of the class," Hooch replied, seemingly upset.

Exchanging a look of pure annoyance, Harry and Draco did as they were told and, with their brooms in their hands, watched how Hermione and Neville struggled to make their brooms move.

'Finally,' Harry thought, when they were at least allowed to sit on their brooms and hover in the air. However, he looked up in surprise that turned from annoyance into shock, when Neville's broom took the boy higher and higher into the air. The Gryffindor did not seem to be able to control his broom.

Harry swiftly turned invisible, before he shot into the air and raced after his classmate. Reaching him, he gripped Neville's broom with his left hand, instructing him in a soothing voice.

"Neville, I've got you. Hold on to my arm if you can. I'll take you down to the ground."

Apparently too terrified to even listen to him, Neville held on to his own broom like a lifeline, staring in front of him in apparent shock.

'At least, he doesn't resist,' Harry thought, as he tried to land both brooms as carefully as possible. 'Thank Merlin,' he inwardly sighed in relief, as Neville's feet made contact to the ground. He then took into the air again and only made himself visible again, when he landed behind the group of his classmates.

"Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch shouted and hurried over to Neville, thankfully turning everyone's attention to the Gryffindor.

"What happened? Are you all right?" Hermione was the first to ask.

Neville nodded. "I don't know," he replied in a small voice, trying to hide his shaking hands behind his back.

"You somehow managed to get your broom to land on the ground in any case," the teacher said, matter-of-factly, sounding relieved. "Do you wish to try again, or would you rather watch today?"

Neville fervently shook his head. "No, I didn't do anything. Someone saved me. I don't want to fly ever again."

"Well, sit down then and watch," the teacher instructed him, before she turned to the class and motioned them to take into the air again.

"Harry, I know that it was you. You saved his life, just like you saved mine last year," Hermione whispered to Harry.

Harry stared at her in feigned disbelief. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, before he swiftly mounted his broom.

HP

All of a sudden, Marcus Flint, Slytherin fifth-year and Quidditch captain, joined them. "Madam Hooch, I am looking for a new Seeker and one Chaser. As we don't need any other new player, I don't want to do tryouts. May I just watch them fly and possibly catch the Snitch?"

To Harry's and Draco's excitement, Madam Hooch agreed, and they were allowed to fly and try to catch the Snitch, which she released a moment later.

During the rest of the Flying class, Harry managed to catch the Snitch six times, much to Marcus' apparent delight.

"I want Harry as Seeker and Draco as Chaser," the captain told Madam Hooch, who nodded her agreement.

"They're good, but you need to convince your head of house to make a deal with the headmaster, considering that they're both first-years."

"Eh, Marcus, when do you have Quidditch practice?" Harry whispered to the older boy. "I can't attend any practice in the evenings, as I am working as Professor Snape's student assistant."

"Then, we'll practise in the mornings. Six o'clock on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays," Marcus swiftly decided. "Having you as Seeker will grant us seven years of Quidditch victories."

Harry shook his head. "I'm not that good," he insisted.

Draco let out a snort. "Oh, believe me, you are."

"Hermione is sure that it was you who saved me." Neville suddenly stood on Harry's side and explained to Marcus what had happened earlier.

The older boy did not acknowledge that he had heard him, however, suddenly dashed away without another word.

HP

At dinner time the same day, Dumbledore rose from his chair between the main course and the dessert.

"Tonight, I have a pleasant announcement to make."

Harry eyed the headmaster with suspicion. 'Leave me out of whatever your announcement is, old man,' he thought with a feeling of foreboding that turned out to be correct, when Dumbledore continued.

"During the first-years' Flying class this afternoon, one of the Slytherin first-years managed to save a Gryffindor first-year's life. Therefore, I award 100 points to Slytherin." As soon as the applause that followed his announcement became quieter, he added, "On a different note, I have abolished the first-year rule about the house teams at least for this year. From now on, first-years are allowed to have their own broom at Hogwarts and play on their house's Quidditch team."

"Excuse me, Professor, is that only for this year or forever?" one of the older students asked from the Gryffindor table.

"That we will decide at the end of the school year," Dumbledore replied, and the noise level in the Great Hall increased tenfold, as the students at all house tables except for Slytherin began to eagerly discuss their new options.

The main topic at the Slytherin table turned out to be the question who of their first-years had saved a Gryffindor's life and gained one hundred house points for them.

'Please don't give me out,' Harry successively thought to Draco and Marcus using telepathy, feeling relieved, when he received unobtrusive nods from both boys.

However, he realised on the following day that the headmaster had not kept quiet about the matter, when Ferdinand cornered him before breakfast to relay just how proud he was of his older brother.

tbc...?

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