A Different Hogwarts Experience (Remastered)

by ThatBadger

What if Harry didn't meet the Weasleys at Kings Cross Station? What if he met someone different…someone who helps teach Harry more about the Wizarding World and isn't as trusting towards someone like Albus Dumbledore? How different would his time at Hogwarts be?

2. Chapter 2

I do not own Harry Potter, only any OC that may appear in a story.

Hello guys, Badger here. I'm happy to see that people seemed to enjoy the first chapter of this remaster of my first story, so here I am, with chapter 2. And I'm sure you will enjoy this second remastered just as much as the first.

Not much more to say, despite the fact that this one took a couple days to write, for how much longer this chapter is, compared to the original, so I'll leave you to it. Read on, enjoy and I will see you at the end.

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Chapter 2

You Would Do Well In Slytherin Potter

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There was a small chill in the air, causing Harry to shiver a little, as he nervously walked alongside James as they, and the rest of the new First Year students, followed Hagrid out of the boathouse, up towards the castle. So far, no one had recognised Harry yet, and for that he was grateful. He dreaded to imagine, the kind of reaction he would receive from the rest of the students around him. Harry tried to shake those thoughts out of his head, as Hagrid led them up to the castle's main courtyard, where someone stood, awaiting their arrival.

It was a woman. An elderly woman, dressed in elegant green robes, bespoke and made specifically for her, and a large hat on her head, reminding Harry of the stereotypical witches had, he had seen witches wear in children's books and fairy tales. The woman had a face full of wrinkles, with steel grey hair and eyes that were a deep blue. If Harry was going to be honest, the woman intimidated him. She had a stern look to her. Stern and strict, with an attitude that almost demanded respect. It had unnerved Harry slightly.

The woman looked upon the First Year students, her gaze focusing upon each one, one at a time, unnerving a few, before looking towards the Half-Giant who had led them here.

"Were there any troubles escorting the students, to the castle, Hagrid?" She asked, speaking in a smooth tone

"No Professor" Hagrid replied, "All present and accounted for, no problems at all…"

"Good, thank you Hagrid" The woman said, "You may head inside now, I'll take over from here…"

The Half-Giant nodded respectfully, before heading inside the castle, leaving the First Year students with the woman, as she looked upon them once again, with her stern eyes. After a few moments of silence, she then spoke up again.

"Welcome, First Years, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" She said, "I am Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor, and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts…before we head inside, I would like to take this brief moment to tell all of you now, for I will not repeat myself again, that good behaviour and hard work, will earn you House Points, and any rule breaking, will lose you House Points…Hogwarts is known to be one of the greatest Wizarding Schools within the Wizarding World, we will not tolerate any student who tries to tarnish Hogwarts' name and reputation…now please, follow me…"

The students shuffled nervously, as they followed McGonagall into the castle. If Harry thought the castle looked grand on the outside, it was even more grand on the inside. Both the walls and floor were made from a smooth stone, that almost looked like some kind of marble, from the way the stone shined against the light being illuminated from the flames on the chandeliers. Suits of armour and portraits that seemed to move, lined the walls of the corridors, that they walked down, with each suit of armour giving the students a bow, whilst the portraits all gave the students a smile and wave, seemingly excited to see new students once again.

It was all surreal to Harry, and he wanted to take a moment, to properly take it all in, however he was unable to, as McGonagall stopped in front of large double doors, that were closed. She turned to face the students, as they all came to a halt behind her.

"Now, in just a few moments, it will be time for you to go through these doors and join your classmates, however, before you can take your seats, you will need to be sorted into your Houses…" She said, "They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin…now, I would like to take this moment to tell you all now, that during your time here at Hogwarts, your House will be like your family, so you will respect and treat them as such, and you will look out for one another…now, wait here, I will see if they are ready for the Sorting to begin…"

McGonagall gave all of them, one last stern look, before she made her way through the doors, closing them behind her, with a soft thud. As soon as the doors had closed, once again, all the students started whispering and muttering to one another. A mix of excitement and nervousness echoed throughout the group of First Years, until someone spoke up. A blonde boy, who had now noticed Harry, standing at the very front of the group.

"So it's true then…" He said, "What people were saying on the train…Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts…"

All conversation immediately stopped, as each student started whispering in shock and disbelief, that the Boy-Who-Lived was amongst them, all of them looking towards Harry, one by one. Harry felt a little nervous from the sudden attention that was on him, as he turned to see the blonde boy walking towards him, with a smug look on his face, whilst two large boys followed close behind him. The smugness and arrogance on the boys' features, gave Harry unpleasant and uneasy feelings as the boy stopped in front of him.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle…" He said, gesturing to the two large boys behind him, "And I'm Malfoy…Draco Malfoy…you know Potter, you've been gone for a long time, you probably don't know much about the Wizarding World…you will need help during your time here, and make sure you don't end up mixing with the wrong sort, names and reputation goes far beyond Hogwarts…I can help you there…"

There was an unsettling silence, as Draco held out his hand, towards Harry, the smirk on his face telling Harry that Draco thought he was going to accept his offer. Harry swallowed nervously, not wanting to shake his hand. Harry didn't know what it was, but the boy in front of him, made him feel uneasy. Thankfully, for Harry, James then stepped in.

"I think Harry can tell the wrong sort for himself, Malfoy…" He said

A small snarl appeared on Draco's face as he turned to James, to respond. However, as soon as he saw James, any response died, as the snarl turned into a look of shock and also fear. Harry watched, with curiosity and confusion, as Draco swallowed nervously, before his fearful look turned into a cold sneer. Draco opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated and closed his mouth again, before storming off to the back of the group again, growling to himself. This interaction caused the rest of the students, to start whispering to one another, about what they just witnessed, as well as their excitement to see the Boy-Who-Lived amongst them. Harry, meanwhile, turned to James, in confusion about what just happened.

"Who was that?" He asked

"That was Draco Malfoy…" James replied, "His father was one of You-Know-Who's most trusted and loyal followers and lieutenants…his father claimed to have been unwillingly forced into joining You-Know-Who in some sort of sham trial, after You-Know-Who was defeated, though not many believed his claims, he was still found not guilty…either way, I recommend you be careful around Draco…"

"Okay…but, why did he look scared of you?" Harry asked, "It was just for a moment, but when he saw you, he looked afraid…"

"Doesn't surprise me, however, he wasn't actually scared of me…" James shrugged, "It's a long story, maybe one day I'll tell you…"

That only made Harry more curious and confused then he was previously. Harry wanted to speak up and say something, however, he was unable to do so, as the doors opened once more, where Professor McGonagall stepped out, this time with a scroll in her hands. Her presence caused all muttering and quiet conversations to come to an immediate halt, as each student stood, silently, awaiting her instructions.

"They are ready for you all now…" McGonagall said, "Please follow me…"

With a wave of her hand, the doors opened fully, and she led the group of First Years, into the Great Hall. Harry couldn't help but look around the Great Hall in awe. It was like something the Queen of England herself would reside in. What impressed Harry the most was the night sky and stars in ceiling which, according to someone behind him, was an enchantment, according to the book they read, Hogwarts: A History. There were four long tables, one for each house, stretching across the Great Hall, a banner of the House crest above each table, signifying which House table was which, as each table contained dozens of students which watched as the new First Years made their way down the Great Hall.

At the very front of the Great Hall, was the Professors Table, that stretched from one side of the Hall to the other side, on a small podium. Each Professor of Hogwarts was sat at there respected seats, with the person in the middle presumably being the Headmaster. Harry guessed that he was Dumbledore, who Hagrid had mentioned previously, when he first met the Half-Giant. Dumbledore seemed to be sat in some kind of throne, dressed in bright purple robes, that were a little harsh on the eyes. Dumbledore's bright blue eyes and aged features were also hidden behind a beard and hair, that was almost as long and tall, as the Headmaster himself, both of which had long since turned a silvery white. Also, it may have just been Harry's imagination, but he felt like the Headmasters gaze, was on him specifically.

He tried to ignore it, as he and the rest of the First Year students, came to a halt in front of a stool in front of the Professors Table, where a singular hat sat. It looked aged and worn, like it had been around for centuries. However, the moment every student came to a stop in front of the stool, the hate then suddenly came to life.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge on what you see, for I'll eat myself if you can find, a smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall. For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, and I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head, that the Sorting Hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you, where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor. Where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry, set those under the name of Godric apart.

Or you might belong in Hufflepuff. Where they are just and loyal, those patient under the name of Helga are true and unafraid of toil.

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw. If you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind, under the name of Rowena.

Or perhaps in Slytherin. You will make your real friends, for those cunning folks, under the name of Salazar, use any means to achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid and don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none), for I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Harry wasn't entirely sure what to expect, when James told him about the Sorting Hat, during their journey on the Hogwarts Express. However, a musical number wasn't one of them. He looked to James for an explanation, but even he had a dumbfounded look, of utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what he had just seen and heard. A sentiment, that the rest of the First Year students had shared, judging from the looks on their faces. Harry and James shared a stunned look, as they looked at one another, whilst McGonagall unrolled the scroll in her hands and picking up the Sorting Hat from its stool.

"Now…I'm going to call you up, one by one…you will step up, onto the podium and take a seat on the stool in front of you…I will then place the Sorting Hat upon your head, and it will sort you into your chosen House" McGonagall explained, before looking at the first name on the scroll, "Hannah Abbott!"

Harry watched closely as Hannah, one of the girls he shared a boat with, to cross the waters to Hogwarts, made her way up the podium, with a nervous look on her face. She timidly sat upon the stool, nearly flinching when McGonagall gently placed the Sorting Hat upon her head, which immediately came alive again, the moment its fabric touched her hair.

"Hmm…" The Sorting Hat said, in its gravelly voice, "Interesting…now, let's see…such a good mind you have…and a good sense of loyalty to your friends…yes, you definitely belong to, HUFFLEPUFF!"

Hannah let out a small sigh of relief, as the Hufflepuff Table cheered. Hannah then stood up, where the lapels of her robes and tie changed into the signature yellow and black colours of Hufflepuff House, with the Hufflepuff crest replacing the Hogwarts symbol on the right side of her robes. As Hannah happily made her way over to the Hufflepuff table, McGonagall looked back at the scroll in her hands, to call up the next student.

"James Badger!" She called out

Harry watched on, as James squared his shoulders, before making his way onto the podium. His friend didn't even look nervous, as he gladly took a seat upon the stool, not even reacting to the Sorting Hat being placed on his head.

"Ah yes, I must admit, I've been looking forward to your Sorting, Mr Badger…" The Sorting Hat said, "Your parents were brilliant students during their time at Hogwarts, just like the rest of your ancestors and I'm sure you'll continue their legacy…and I must say, you have a marvellous mind…lots of courage, knowledge, loyalty and cunning…especially cunning…from what I can see, you prefer to use your wit and cunning to get out of situations, rather than stand and fight…therefore, it only seems right to sort you into, SLYTHERIN!"

Harry clapped for his friends, as Slytherin House cheered. James allowed McGonagall to take the Sorting Hat off of his head, before he stood up, his lapels and tie changing into the emerald green and silver colours of Slytherin House, with the Slytherin crest adorning the right side of his robes. He dusted himself off, as he made his way over to the Slytherin table, giving Harry a small wink, mouthing 'Good Luck' to him, as he passed by.

Harry stood there, waiting patiently, as more and more students were called up and sorted into their Houses. He took notes of some students like Susan Bones, who was sorted into Hufflepuff, Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger who were sorted into Gryffindor and Daphne Greengrass and Draco Malfoy who were sorted into Slytherin. Harry internally groaned slightly, knowing that if he was going to be sorted into Slytherin, he was going to have to share a House with Malfoy of all people who he already didn't like, after their encounter mere moments earlier. A few more students had been called up, until finally, after a long wait:

"Harry Potter!" McGonagall called out

Immediately, the entire Great Hall went silent. So silent, you would be able to hear a pin drop onto the stone floors. Harry swallowed nervously, feeling dozens upon dozens of pairs of eyes looking at him, as he timidly shuffled his way up onto the podium, to take a seat onto the stool. Whispers and murmurs scattered across the Great Hall, as the students started to talk to one another, as they watched the Boy-Who-Lived, with intrigue as they wondered where he would end up. Even the Headmaster now had a sudden and curious interest, as he leaned forward in his seat, watching Harry intently, as the Sorting Hat was place on Harry's head, where Harry couldn't help but flinch, when he felt the fabric of the Sorting Hat make contact.

"Hmm…difficult…very difficult…" The Sorting Hat hummed, curiously, "Quite a lot of courage I see, which is good…stepping into a world you scarcely know and understand takes a lot of bravery…not a bad mind either, a strong sense of loyalty…as well as a thirst, to prove yourself, and prove to others that you are deserving of the magic that runs through your veins…the only question is…where to put you?"

Harry nervously fidgeted in his seat, unsure as to whether the question was rhetorical or not. He was also quite worried about what House he would be sorted into, feeling like he would be judged heavily, wherever he was placed. Especially Slytherin. However, as he fidgeted, he remembered James' words from the Hogwarts Express.

"Not all Dark Lords and Dark Wizards or Witches came from Slytherin, there have been some from all the other Houses, people like to forget that…"

"He is right, you know…" The Sorting Hat spoke up, making Harry a jump a little, "The good name of Salazar has, unfortunately been tarnished due to its past, especially in recent years…however, a House shouldn't be judged by its reputation…just like how a student shouldn't let their House define who they are…remember Mr Potter, it is one's actions that make you who you are, and defines how people remember you…but…I see it now…where you belong…I see great potential in you Mr Potter, welcome to Hogwarts, and welcome to, SLYTHERIN!"

For a moment, there was silence across the Great Hall before the Slytherin Table started to clap and cheer, seemingly ecstatic that they had been able to get the Boy-Who-Lived into their House. Harry took a deep breath to calm his nerves, as McGonagall took the Sorting Hat off of his head, the Slytherin crest and colours adorning his robes, as he made his way over to the Slytherin Table. James was the first to greet him, with a smile and reassuring pat on the shoulder, as Harry sat down beside him.

"Welcome to Slytherin House…" He smiled.

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Dumbledore leant back in his seat, as he watched Harry get sorted into Slytherin, and make his way over, to the Slytherin Table. Over the last ten years, the Hogwarts Headmaster would often pace in his office, wondering about what kind of student Harry Potter would be, when he started Hogwarts and which House he would end up in. Preferably, Dumbledore would've liked Harry to go into Gryffindor, just like his parents, as it would be easier to mould the boy into the saviour the Wizarding World needed, for when it came for Harry to make the necessary sacrifice for the Greater Good. However, Dumbledore also knew that it was possible for Harry to end up in Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw and even Slytherin. Now, Dumbledore didn't have a problem with Slytherin, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned.

With Harry in Slytherin, it would make it more difficult for Dumbledore to keep an eye on the boy and make sure he's guided on the right path. It was also possible that Harry could be influenced by some of the students within Slytherin and be guided down a darker path. Dumbledore couldn't have that. He couldn't have another Tom Riddle and the Headmaster certainly wasn't going to let one Dark Lord be replaced by another. Perhaps, he could have Severus keep an eye on the boy. It would be easier for him, as Harry was in his House.

Another cause of concern, for the Headmaster, was that Harry seemed to have already made friends with James Badger, judging from the way the two seemed to be conversing. Whilst it's true that the Badgers had fought the light and had even joined the Order of the Phoenix, they were darker than most families, with an affinity for Dark Magic. Dumbledore didn't want that kind of influence on Harry, during his time at Hogwarts. It was also no secret to Dumbledore that, despite being part of the Order, James' parents didn't trust the Headmaster or his decisions and were often vocal with their distrust. Dumbledore couldn't have that same distrust from Harry. He needed the boy to trust him, so he could guide the boy onto the right path.

It was for the Greater Good.

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Across the Professors Table, the Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape, also watched Harry, as the boy made his way to the Slytherin Table. Snape had long since forgive James Potter for the man's behaviour and pranks during their time at Hogwarts and, in turn, both James and Lily had forgiven Snape for his attitude and treatment towards them, especially after their Fifth Year. Forgiveness, Snape believed he didn't deserve. However, seeing their son now, the Potions Professor felt like he was being given an opportunity to truly redeem his previous mistakes and misdeeds.

During Harry's time at Hogwarts, Snape would do everything possible to help the boy, and treat him better then the way he treated the boy's parents. His past actions weren't going to be repeated and he was truly going to earn James and Lily's forgiveness, even if they weren't here to give it to him.

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Harry had been initially nervous, when he sat at the Slytherin Table, but now his nerves had subsided somewhat. Besides Draco, everyone at the Slytherin Table, so far, had been very respectful when they greeted him, or shook his hand. And when the Sorting was over and the food had appeared, Harry's nerves had been replaced with shock and awe, at the sheer amount that lay before him, on the table. Years of being starved by the Dursleys, only receiving burnt toast and mere scraps, to keep him going, made Harry pile practically whatever he could reach onto his plate and dug in.

As he was eating, however, Harry felt a chill on the back of his neck, feeling like he was being watched. He looked to see two people at the Professors Table glancing his way, as they ate. One of them was a sickly pale man, dressed in black robes. He had dark eyes, a hooked nose and black, greasy hair that went down to his shoulders. The paleness of the man's skin and black robes made Harry wonder if the man was some kind of vampire, kind of like Dracula which Harry once had to do a book report on in school. The second person was a rather timid looking man, with beady black eyes. He wore a purple turban on his head and purple robes. The man looked familiar to Harry. He was certain he met the man when he went to Diagon Alley with Hagrid, though he couldn't remember the man's name.

"Hey James, who are those people over there, at the Professors table?" He asked

"You're going to have to be more specific Harry…" James replied, "Who are you talking about?"

"That pale man in the black robes and the man in the turban…" Harry said

"Hmm…not sure…" James muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked towards the Professors table, before turning to one of the older Slytherin students, "Hey Flint, help us out here…the man in black robes and the man in the turban, who are they?"

"The man in the black robes is Professor Snape…" Marcus Flint, Slytherin Prefect and Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team replied, "He is Head of Slytherin House and has been the Potions Professor, for as long as anyone here can remember…as for the man in the turban, he's Professor Quirrell, he used to be the Muggle Studies Professor, before being made the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor a few years ago, which is a joke if you ask me…the man is so skittish, he jumps in fright at his own shadow…"

"What he said…" James said, turning back to Harry, "Why do you want to know?"

"Well…it's probably nothing but, they keep looking at me" Harry replied

James' eyes narrowed a little, as he looked to the Professors table, to see that Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell did seem to be glancing at Harry, or at the very least in Harry's direction, as they ate.

"Hmm, probably nothing" James shrugged, "I wouldn't worry about it too much, I highly doubt they're going to try and kill you or something…"

Harry looked back towards Snape and Quirrell for a moment, before he shrugged, deciding to trust his friend's judgement and focused on the meal on his plate. Once all the food was gone, and the students were full, they turned their attention to the Professors table, upon hearing the sound of a fork clinking against a glass, where they saw Professor Dumbledore out of his feet and on the podium, where he addressed them all.

"Now that we're all warm and fed, I would like to take this moment, to say a few words, before you all head off back to your Common Rooms, and to bed for the night…" The Headmaster said, "First off, I would like to warn you all now, that the third-floor corridors, are currently out of bounds, to all students who do not wish to be seriously injured, or die a most painful death…"

Harry's eyes widened in shock at that statement. Did he really say that? Harry was beginning to question Hagrid's claims of Hogwarts being one of, if not the safest place in Wizarding Britain. Harry was beginning to question a lot of the Half-Giants claims. And Harry wasn't the only one. Practically the entire Great Hall was looking at Dumbledore with looks of utter disbelief and shock, with James staring at the Headmaster, as if he thought the man was going senile. Harry couldn't entirely blame him, who tells kids something like that?

"Furthermore…" Dumbledore continued, "I would like to inform the new First Years, and remind the rest of you, like I do every year, that the Forbidden Forest along the outer edges of the castle grounds is exactly that, Forbidden…it is dark and full of dangerous creatures, that we ask that you all stay far away, and any attempts to enter the forest will result in severe punishment for those who dared to do so…and finally, our caretaker Argus Filch has given us a list containing all new banned items, these can be found on the door to the confiscation cupboard…that is all, Prefects, please escort the new First Years to your Common Rooms, and good night…"

Immediately, all students stood up from their tables, to head off towards their Common Rooms. Whilst the older years headed out of the Great Hall, Harry and James went with the rest of the First Years, to Marcus Flint, who was patiently waiting for the Slytherin First Years.

"Okay, First Years, follow me" Flint said, once all the Slytherin First Years had gathered in front of him, "follow me and stay close, as I take you all to the Slytherin Common Room"

Harry and James followed along, with the rest of the First Years as they shuffled out of the Great Hall, following Flint, as the Slytherin Prefect led them down several staircases, down into the dungeons. If Harry was being honest, he felt like something was lost in translation, when it came to building the dungeons. The rest of castle was elegant and grand, with brightly lit corridors. However, the dungeons looked dreary and dark, from lack of light, with cobwebs in the corners of corridors and a horrible, damp smell in the air. Harry tried to ignore it, as Flint led the First Years deeper down into the dungeons, before they stopped in front of a large bust of a snake's head, between two pillars.

"This, is the entrance to the Slytherin Common…" Flint explained, "In order to enter, you merely need to speak this year's password to the snake bust, and it will reveal the entrance…this year, the password to the Common Room is, 'Pureblood'"

Flint then turned and spoke the password once more to the snake head. The First Hears watched, as a low rumbling sound echoed around them, as the bust of the snake head shook a little, before the mouth opened, to reveal the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. Unlike the corridors of the dungeons, the Common Room was quite grand. It had an ominous feeling from the green tinge of the lighting, but the rest of it, was quite nice. There was a massive fireplace, on the far side, surrounded by couches and tables. Across the walls, were bookcases, with chairs and desks for studying.

Along the far side of the Common Room, was large glass windows, giving a view of what was below the water, surrounding the castle, with various fish and other creatures swimming about. Harry figured there must've been an enchantment of some kind on the glass, to prevent them from shattering and causing the Common Room to be completely flooded.

"This is the Slytherin Common Room" Flint said, as they entered, "Through the archways, on the far-right side of the room, you will find the entrance, to both the boys and girls' dormitories…boys, the entrance to your dormitories will be on the right, and girls the entrance to yours will be on the left…you will also find that your stuff has already been brought down and sorted into pairs…two per bedroom…this is now, where I leave you, our Head of House, Professor Snape, will be here shortly, to give all the rules, goodnight"

Flint then walked off, turning on his heel, as he disappeared through the archway towards the dormitories. Now alone, the First Years started to talk amongst themselves, excitedly, as they waited for Professor Snape to arrive. However, Draco had also chosen this moment, to approach Harry, barging his way through the group.

"So, Potter" He sneered, "Not only a Half-Blood, but a Potter in Slytherin…how does it feel to be a disappointment?"

"Leave me alone Malfoy!" Harry replied

"Or what?!" Draco jeered, "What are you going to do, Potter?!"

"Harry told you, to leave him alone blondie!" James spoke up

Draco looked to James and his jaw tightened, as the two glared at one another. The rest of the students were silent, nervously looking at the two as they continued giving each other the death stare, all of them wondering if one of them was going to look away first, or if a fight was about to break out. As they continued to stare at one another, Harry was certain that he saw James' hand inch towards his wand. After a moment, Draco opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the entrance to the Common Room opened once more, where Professor Snape entered. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, at the sight before him.

"Badger, Malfoy…" He spoke in a smooth and firm tone, "Is there a problem here?"

Draco looked towards the Potions Professor, in silence, before glaring back at James, his jaw tightening once again, as if biting his tongue to stop himself from saying anything that could get him into trouble.

"No sir…" He said, before walking off, back towards Crabbe and Goyle, near the back of the group.

"Hmm…" Snape hummed in suspicion, before he then address the rest of the First Year students, "I would like too officially welcome you all, to Slytherin House…I do hope you remember the rules Professor Dumbledore told you in the Great Hall, because I loathe to repeat such simple instructions…and you better do your best to follow the rules, for I do not tolerate rule breakers, trying to ruin the good name of Slytherin House…tomorrow morning, at breakfast, you will be given your lesson schedules, and do make sure you are on time to your lessons as I, and the rest of the Hogwarts staff, do not tolerate students who are late, without a good reason…that is all, goodnight…"

"Well, he seems nice…" James commented, when Snape left, whilst the rest of the First Years started heading towards the dormitories, "Come on, let's go and find which rooms we're in…"

Harry nodded, and the two off them followed the rest of the First Years, towards the boys dormitories. As luck would have it, they were both paired together, much to Harry's relief. He dreaded to think about what would happen, if he ended up being roommates with someone like Malfoy for the year. The dorm room was quite spacious, with two beds, one for each of them. There was also two desks, as well as a bookcase for any books they may have. It wasn't much, but for Harry it was perfect, after living in the cupboard under the stairs his whole life. Just like Flint said, their stuff was already in the room.

The two of them immediately started to get changed, so they could get ready for bed. However, due to how tired Harry was feeling, Harry forgot about his scars so, once he took of his shirt and turned around, James' eyes widened in horror upon seeing them.

"Harry" James said, his voice shaky, "What are those?"

"What are what?" Harry asked

"Those scars, on your back!" James replied, which caused Harry's eyes to widen in fear, "Who did this to you?"

"It's nothing" Harry said, turning around and standing away from him, "Please…just forget about them"

"Harry who did this too you?" James asked, this time in a firmer tone, giving Harry a serious look "If someone has done this to you, tell me right now, and I can make sure that they are locked up!"

Harry looked up, in shock and hope, when he heard the words 'locked up'. Time and time again, Harry had tried to tell people, including the authorities, about the abuse he suffered, but each and every time, it backfired on him, and he received more severe beatings. Could James really get them locked up?

"My…my Muggle relatives…" Harry said, after a moment, "The Dursleys…they hated my parents, and everything and anything to do with magic…they would abuse and starve me, if I didn't do my chores on time, or simply for existing…can you really get them locked up?"

"Yes, I can…" James replied, "Child abuse is heavily illegal, in the Wizarding World, especially abuse towards a magical child…you're my friend Harry, I'm and I'm not going to sit back and let it continue…give me some time, to send a message to some people, and I will see that they are locked up…"

Harry smiled widely, feeling like a huge sense of relief was being lifted off of his shoulders. Harry was glad he decided to come to Hogwarts, when Hagrid gave him the choice. Already, he had a friend, and now someone was actually going to help him, with the abuse he had endured, at the Dursleys.

Things seemed to be moving up, for him and he hoped things would just get even better.

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And that is Chapter 2 done. Was it good? bad? Better then the original? Feel free to let me know.

Originally, when writing this remastered chapter, I considered putting Harry into Gryffindor, to shake this remaster up a little more. However, this idea was scrapped, as one of the foundations of the original story was Harry being in Slytherin, so I had to keep it the same for this version.

Now, I would like to take this moment, to inform those who haven't read the original, and to remind those who have read the original, that this isn't a evil/manipulative Dumbledore story, like a lot of other stories out there. The Dumbledore in this story has basically been in a leadership role for too long, he now believes everything he does or says is the right decision. He's not good, but not bad either.

Anyway, that is all for now. I hope you all enjoyed and I hope to see you next time, in whatever story I see you in.

Badger Out.

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