Title: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Adventures
Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi
Summary: AU. Harry gets sorted into Slytherin, befriends people from all the houses, and is on his way to becoming the most powerful wizard in the world. Future Slash.
Warnings: spoilers for the first book, mention of child abuse, OOC-ness, Slytherin!Harry, AU, fluff, Nice!Slytherins, cursing, etc.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. I do not make a profit from this; I just borrow the characters to put into my take on a clichéd plot. Copyright infringement is not intended, and some of the details can be found in a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerers/Philosophers Stone.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this story. Please review.
Eleven-year-old Harry Potter sat in his cupboard. It was his birthday today: July 31, 1991. Not that his family cared. In fact, they were at the grand opening to this all you can eat buffet. He lived with his uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley.
Petunia was the ideal mother and wife. She cared for her family and supposedly cooked and cleaned. She had black curly hair down to her ears, a rather large nose, thin lips, a long neck, and resembled a horse. Petunia normally wore floral dresses and pearls. She had a beautiful garden, a lovely home, a respectable husband, a polite son, and what every house wife dreamed of. Her leisure time was often spent hosting tea parties, gossiping to her neighbours and belittling her nephew.
Vernon was the ideal father and husband. He worked to provide a house and food for his family. He had a grey moustache, grey hair, fat lips and a chubby face that was always some shade of red/purple. Vernon was an obese man that resembled a whale. His ties and shirts clung to him like a second skin, allowing all to see the rolls of fat he had. In his free time, he loved to beat his nephew and teach his son how to put freaks in their place.
Dudley, the last of the Dursleys, was often complimented on how polite he was. The boy was just like his father in personality and looks. Dudley was an obese boy and very spoiled. Whatever he wanted, he got. He had short black hair and a chubby face. While his parents and everybody else thought he was the sweetest boy ever, the kids in the neighbourhood knew otherwise. Dudley enjoyed picking on kids, most especially his freak of a cousin Harry Potter.
Harry, however, was the opposite of the Dursleys. He had messy black hair, full pink lips, emerald eyes, wire-framed glasses and a pale complexion. Harry wasn't allowed friends. In fact, he wasn't allowed anything. Not food, not new clothing, not a proper room, not new glasses, and a lot of other things. All the food couldn't be wasted on freaks like him, he didn't deserve new clothes, he didn't deserve a room or glasses, and everybody who wanted to be his friend was chased away. Due to the lack of food, Harry was short and his frame was slightly anorexic. Even though he was now 11, he looked like he was 7.
Harry's head snapped up when he heard somebody knocking on the door. The Dursleys wouldn't knock; they lived here. Who could it be? He remained silent, hoping whoever it was would just go away. After more knocking, Harry heard a click. His eyes widened. Somebody just broke into the Dursleys house, and he was locked in a cupboard.
Severus Snape scowled as he walked down the street. He had been forced to find out why Potter had not replied to any of the letters that were sent. Did the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, even consider the fact that maybe Potter didn't WANT to go to Hogwarts? Looking for Number 4 Privet Drive, Severus found it and briskly walked towards the door. He knocked impatiently and sighed in annoyance when nobody answered. Looking around, he noticed the streets were empty.
"Alohamora," he whispered.
The door unlocked with a click, and he stepped inside. The house was disgustingly normal and muggle. Looking around, he noticed several pictures of two adults with a severely overweight boy. But, where was Potter? Muttering a quick Point Me charm, an arrow appeared over his head. It pointed to a cupboard of some sort. Perhaps he did the charm wrong? There was no way Potter was in a cupboard; everybody knew he was worshipped by his relatives. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
Harry held his breath as the footsteps came closer to his cupboard. The footsteps stopped for a moment, and the door to his cupboard was snapped open. There stood a man in all black. His black hair was greasy, his nose was crooked, his lips were thin, and he was pale. The man looked at him emotionlessly.
"Where is Harry Potter?" the man hissed, causing Harry to jerk in surprise.
"I am Harry Potter, sir." Harry replied, his head down and missing the surprised look sent his way.
"You lie. Mr. Potter is eleven."
"I am eleven, sir." The man yanked Harry out of his cupboard and pulled his bangs up.
"Mr. Potter, why haven't you been answering our letters?"
"You mean the letters on that weird paper? My uncle got rid of them."
"Surely you already knew what the letter contained?"
"No, not exactly." Harry wished that if the man was going to kill him, he'd get it over with.
"Didn't your relatives tell you anything? Do you even know how your parents died?"
"Yes, I do! They died in a car crash. That's how I got this scar on my forehead. You see, they were drunk and got into a wreck, and I was flung from the window. Although, aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon have lied to me before, so I don't really think my parents were drunks. Is there something the matter, sir?" Harry questioned softly. The man looked shocked and angry.
"Potter, your parents weren't killed in a car crash. They were murdered. Merlin, do you even know what you are?"
"A freak. An abomination. Unnatural. Waste of space," Harry recited everything he was called. The man paled, then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Potter, listen to what I am going to say because I am not going to repeat it. Your mother and father were murdered by a dark Wizard. They did NOT die in a car crash. I can't believe those filthy muggles dare to suggest such a thing. Now, Potter, we need to get you to Hogwarts, which is the school you will be attending. Any questions so far?" Severus went into teacher mode.
"Um, magic exists? My parents were murdered? What's your name?"
"I am Severus Snape; you may call me Professor Snape. Yes, magic exists and yes, they were murdered." Harry nodded and was going to ask more questions when they heard somebody yell, causing Harry to freeze in fear.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" Vernon bellowed, setting his coat aside and walking towards the two wizards. He stopped short when Severus pointed his wand at him.
"I advise that you not speak to me that way, muggle, or I will turn you into the rat you are. Potter, I don't have the time to explain everything to you, so come along, and I will explain it on the way to Hogwarts."
Harry, even though he didn't know the man, wanted to leave the Dursleys. So, he left with the man. Of course, Vernon actually tried to stop them and got what was coming to him. The rat Vernon squeaked and scurried away, while his wife and kid trembled in fear. As Harry left, he didn't look back, feeling finally free.
Severus couldn't believe the audacity of that foolish muggle. It had taken an hour at the Leaky Cauldron to answer all of his new charge's questions. The boy didn't even know magic existed! Now, it was hard to hate the boy knowing what he'd been through. Harry had told him how the muggles starved and beat him. However, he couldn't be friendly with the boy; that would give away his position as a spy. Casting a quick Tempus Charm, it revealed to be 10:00 A.M. Finishing the strong cup of tea he had, Severus walked up to Room 11 where Harry was. He knocked and waited. Harry opened the door and stepped aside to let the Professor in.
"Mr. Potter, we must pick up your school supplies. Do you still have the list I gave you?" Harry held up the paper. "Good."
They walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and came across a brick wall.
"Sir, why are we here?"
"This is the entrance to Diagon Alley."
Severus tapped his wand on the bricks in a pattern, and you could see them start to rearrange. Harry looked at the sight ahead of him and gasped. Diagon Alley was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. The Alley was filled with witches and wizards looking for their school supplies. Severus and Harry walked towards a tall building that read 'Gringotts'.
"Sir, what is Gringotts?"
"Gringotts is the wizard bank. It's run by goblins. They aren't really friendly," Snape explained sharply.
The two wizards stepped inside the building, and Harry looked around him in awe. The goblins were bustling around, trying to take impatient wizards to their vaults. Reaching the front desk, Severus coughed.
"Mr. Potter wishes to make a withdrawal," he said in a clipped, professional tone.
"Does Mr. Potter have his key?" the goblin sneered. Severus held up the gold object.
"Also, I need to take you-know-what from vault you-know-which."
The goblin nodded curtly.
"Griphook! Take these wizards to Mr. Potter's vault." The other goblin, now known as Griphook, nodded 'yes'.
"This way, sirs." Griphook's voice was nasal. After the ride on the carts, which Harry enjoyed immensely, they stopped in front of vault number 687. The vault was unlocked and green smoke came out. Inside were thousands of gold, silver, and bronze coins.
"Whose is that?" Harry asked.
"Yours of course; who else would it belong to?" Severus scoffed.
"Oh. What should I take? What type of coins are they?"
"The gold coins are Galleons, the silver ones are Sickles and the bronze ones are Knuts. There are seventeen sickles to a galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle." Severus explained. "I'd say take at least 75 Galleons; in case you want to buy anything else to help understand our world."
Harry nodded and put the coins inside a pouch he had found lying around. They left Harry's vault only to enter another. This one had no keyhole.
"Vault 713." Griphook announced. He stroked his finger against the door, and a series of locks could be heard.
"Aren't vaults supposed to be secure? All you did was put your finger there; how exactly is that protecting whatever is inside?" Harry asked curiously.
"If anybody besides a goblin that works here tries to do what I did, they'd be sucked in and trapped in here."
"Oh. How often do you check if somebody's in here?" This whole system was fascinating.
"Once every ten years." Griphook smirked. Harry's eyes widened.
"I suppose that's what you get for trying to take something that's not yours," he stated. Severus gave him an amused look before putting on his 'I'm a jerk' mask again. The vault door fully opened and Harry looked inside to see…..a small package. He gave a blank look.
"You have this high-tech security vault for…a package the size of a rock? Whatever's in that package must be pretty important, huh?" Severus merely put the package in his cloak. After another enjoyable (for Harry) cart ride, the two wizards went to buy the first year school supplies. His supply list read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WICHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
First-year students require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade One) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"Mr. Potter, I recommend getting your robes fitted first."
Harry nodded. "Where do I do that?"
"Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Nearly every Hogwarts student gets their robes done there. I shall go to the Apothecary and pick up the Potions ingredients; I will be back shortly," Severus explained before leaving toward his destination, robes billowing behind him.
Harry gulped slightly before entering the robe shop. He spotted a woman whom he assumed was Madam Malkin. She seemed very friendly and was a plump woman. He was going to ask her something when she beat him to it.
"Hogwarts, dear?" She waited for his nod of consent. "Come along, then. There's another boy being fitted right now." Harry stepped on the stool in front of him and allowed the witch to put a robe over his head.
The boy that was there had blonde hair slicked back. He stood at about 4'6" against Harry's 3'9" frame. The boy had grey-blue eyes, pink lips, a pale complexion, and an air of importance.
"Hogwarts?" the boy drawled. Harry nodded, feeling insignificant next to the taller boy. "My father is buying books and my mum is looking at the wands. Where are your parents?"
"Oh." An uncomfortable silence filled the air.
"So, um, you were born here? In the Wizarding world I mean?"
The boy looked surprised. "Of course! Why? Your parents were like us right?"
Harry looked at him confusedly. "They were a witch and a wizard if that's what you mean."
"OK. I'm Draco Malfoy. What's your name?"
"Harry Potter." The boy, now known as Draco, gaped at him. Please don't let him be a part of some secret fan club organization thingy!
"Are you telling me that you're the Harry Potter? Don't you know anything about our world?"
"Nope. This is my first time coming here. I lived with my moogle relatives, so I guess I was raised to be a moogle."
"Muggle." Draco corrected, and Harry blushed in embarrassment.
"That's what I meant."
"So, if you have no parents, who did you come here with?" Harry was about to answer when a familiar voice did that honour.
"Mr. Potter came with me, Draco. It's lovely to see you here. Where're your parents?"
"Dad's at the bookstore and mum is-"
"Right here." A voice interrupted smoothly.
"Mum, I thought you were looking at the wands."
"I was, however the wand needs to choose the wizard. So, I decided to come here to keep you company. It seems that I wasn't needed. Hello, Severus."
Harry looked at Draco's mother. She had the same platinum blonde hair, pale complexion and pink lips. She also had high cheekbones and her skin was creamy. Narcissa, which was obviously her name, just noticed Harry.
"Hello, dear. Aren't you a little young to be fitted for Hogwarts robes?" she asked. Harry flushed.
"I'm eleven, ma'am." Narcissa looked at him in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, dear, but you look awfully young. I'm Narcissa Malfoy, I'm sure you've already met my son Draco and his godfather Severus. What is your name?"
"Harry Potter," he mumbled. Before she could say anything, Madam Malkin coughed.
"You are both done. That'll be 5 galleons each." They both paid and exited the store.
Severus and Narcissa cast a feather-light charm on their purchases before shrinking them and putting them in their cloaks.
"We might as well get the wands. Ollivander's is only a couple of stores down," Draco suggested.
"But, Draco dear, your father wanted to see you get your first wand. Why don't we stop by the bookstore first and then we can go pick up your wand?" Draco pouted slightly before nodding.
"Harry, have you gotten your books yet?" Harry shook his head 'no'. The blonde boy grinned, before nearly dragging Harry toward Flourish and Blotts. Severus looked at Narcissa.
"I think we will be accompanying you," he commented dryly, earning a small chuckle from the female.
A/N: End of Chapter 1. Please review and let me know what you think.