I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. The characters and the original plot belong to J.k.Rowling.
I do own; the plot of this fic and any character that is not in the books.
Warnings; M-rated/X-rated Yaoi (Japanese concept for sex between males), foul language, "Dark Harry" (yes, he will be dark), and random ooc-ness.
(Oh and for the prologue... I know it's not the exact words from the first book, but it's the same idea. I'm sure you understand it any way.)
"Oh, a dark boy... Slytherin would be perfect for you lad."
"Anything but Slytherin... anything but Slytherin!" The dark-haired boy chanted and shut his eyes, hoping with every fiber of his body not to be placed in the dark house. Why he wished not to be a Slytherin was beyond him. Perhaps because his newly found friend, Ron, had been placed in Gryffindor. To be left alone on his first day of school was not what he needed right now.
"Are you sure? You could be great you know... you have all the abilities to become a great wizard, if you were a Slytherin." the whispering voice made it all sound so great. It was so tempting. So incredibly tempting...
"Please. Anything but Slytherin," he repeated, despite the voice in his head, saying, 'You know you want it.'
"No! I don't want it!" Harry hissed furiously in his mind. "I'm not like that! I'm not evil."
"Who said anything about being evil?" The hat sniggered. "All I said was that you have the ability to be great. Great is not the same thing a evil... but then again, you seem to have abilities for that too-"
"Shut up!" Harry almost screamed out loud. "Don't place me in Slytherin! Please!"
"If you're certain..?"
"Very well then... GRYFFINDOR!!"
Ah... relief. He didn't get into Slytherin. He wasn't evil, like that blonde guy... Malfoy. He stumbled to his feet and took a seat by the long Gryffindor table. Random pats on the shoulders and wide grins were shot at him as he tried to respond to them all. Tried to be as polite and friendly as possible. Tried to be the mister nice guy. Harry Potter... the boy who lived.
Harry let his gaze rest on the hat as it laid on its chair, still and silent. The sorting was over, and maybe it had already started to figure out a new song for next years' sorting. But still... Harry could swear the hat smirked at him while the hissing words still echoed inside his head.
'Great is not the same thing as evil… but then again, you seem to have abilities for that too.'
Harry shuddered and tore his gaze off of the old, muddy hat. Stupid hat! It was as if the hat wanted him to be evil. Well, he wasn't going to be. And being a Slytherin didn't automatically make someone evil. Although it certainly seemed like that. He cast a glance at Draco Malfoy who had now taken a seat by the Slytherin table, a table that seemed to shine from cold elegance. Suddenly Harry almost wished he could join Draco by the silver-green decorated table.Why the hell had he been so damn fast to decline friendship with the blonde?
Harry slowly averted his gaze to the boy in front of him. Ronald Weasley had his mouth stuffed with potatoes and beef, while the girl, Hermione Granger, was looking at the munching redhead with disgust written on her face. They seemed so... boring. There wasn't any better word for it, Harry realized. Ron smiled at him, making small pieces of bread fall from his mouth. Harry smiled back and tried to suppress the small shudder of disgust. He sighed.
He was a Gryffindor now! Proud and brave. The house that had the best reputation. So why... did Harry feel so annoyed? As if he had been displaced? He cast a glance at the hat again.
'Slytherin would be perfect for you lad.'
Okay, that was the prologue and as I'm sure you understand, Harry has just been sorted into Gryffindor. From then on, the storyline is the same as J.K.Rowling's original plot, with the philosopher's stone and chamber of secrets and all that. When chapter one starts, Harry has just begun his fifth year at Hogwarts and from then on, things will be according to my idea. Okay? Anyone who doesn't get it? Good.
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