AN: A long series of drabbles concerning Harry's career as a Slytherin in an AU where Neville is the Boy Who Lived. Don't expect regular updates or a whole lot of perfect coherency. This is an exercise I use to warm up before writing something serious. Naturally, I have a ton of these. Of course, this is HP/DM slash.

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A very small, disheveled looking boy with messy black hair and a set of slightly askew glasses looked up at his father.

“-and if they do it again, just punch their lights out.”

Harry sighed, “but if you just mentioned it to the teachers I’m sure that-”

James glared at him, “Nothing got solved by being a pacifist Harry! Besides, when you get into Gryffindor you’re supposed to be brave. Look at Neville! The Boy Who Lived is a great example.”

“I’m not that interested in red and gold,” he mumbled.

“Course you are. And you’ll have lots of friends there. Gryffindors stick to their friends! Ron Weasley will be there, you know him. And I’m sure Neville will make it in there too and lots of other nice Gryffindor boys and girls,” James rattled on, oblivious to his son’s obvious discomfort.

“I don’t like Ron Weasley and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me either,” he grumbled.

“And for Merlin’s sake Harry, get mum to fix those glasses already,” James let out a self-suffering sigh.

“But I didn’t…” his complaint was smothered by a very astute glare from James.

Harry looked down at the ground, “yes dad,” he managed, feeling downright miniscule under his dad’s scrutiny.