AN: So here it is Chapter Two. I edited chapter 1 to certain reviews.
Tumshie: I can't seem to find where I typed dollars, and I didn't even use pounds? And for the falcon, deal with it, I have read stories where he got really weird birds, why would wizards only use for mail, only owls?? Why, what stops them from programming a spell in any birds naval for direction? Why can't they use full fledged eagles? If we can use pigeons, why can't they use birds of prey? Anyway, this is FF, so if you doubt my logic imagine this as an AU world where they have all sorts of birds.
Gethsemane342: They have more respect for him in this story but isn't close at all, so Petunia is cross between calling him Harry, and the formal Nephew. I made a mistake on the Privet Drive, and now I edited it to be 4 instead of 10.
ShadowBasalisk: I agree with the commentary, so I put extra notes on the bottom. The chapters now have no commentary. For the name, Harrison just sounded better on the tongue, and what other choice do I have? Henry? The name is equally as weak as Harold, and how can someone get Harry from Henry anyway. If my name was Henry, I would keep it.
The Grey Prince of Slytherin
The rest of the month and a half passed agonizingly slowly, which only further weakened his nerves, and butterflies flew in his stomach every time he thought about it.
The night before he barely got any sleep, and proceeded to pack and repack things multiple times, until the racket caused his aunt to stuff a sleeping pill down his throat.
He woke up at around five in the morning, and groaned, another six hours before the train leaves. After half an hour of staring at the ceiling, he sighed and dug a book out of his trunk, labeled, 'Hogwarts, A History.'
The drive was uneventful, and Harry, who was now so nervous had asked his aunt the same question of 'how do you get to platform 9 and 3/4ths' about four times, until she whacked him on the head for being such an idiot. At least he had the decency to turn red.
They got to King's Cross at ten forty, plenty of time for him to find a compartment. "Goodbye Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley," He gave them a slight nod, and dragged his stuff out of the car, "See you next summer!"
He gave them a nervous yet cheerful wave, then pushed his cart to the space between platform 9 and 10. He thought he saw a redhead woman talking about the platform, and muggles dragging about five children behind her, boy was she loud, but he paid them no mind and walked through the barrier.
The platform was fairly crowded, full of families and kids, the families giving hugs and kisses to each other, not having the opportunity to visit each other until Christmas vacation.
The train was scarlet red, with the words, 'Hogwarts Express' on the front. 'Obviously the headmaster was a Gryffindor; the color is such an eyesore.' He thought. The place was starting to get crowded, so at ten minutes of, he lugged his trunk to the back of the train, where an empty compartment welcomed him.
After he put the trunk away he lied down onto the comfortable cushion in the compartment, the night with little sleep was catching up to him. He fought to stay awake, but eventually gave in to exhaustion, and his world drifted to black.
He awoke to the sound of talking, or more precisely, arguing, over him: "We should wake him up, he might want something off the trolley, and it's almost here." A female voice entered his mind, then: "But what if he wants to sleep?" a boy's voice.
He turned to them and cracked open an eye, "Then you shouldn't be so loud, you are almost as bad as that family of redheads, jeez they were like banshees." The two both chuckled, and the boy muttered a, "Weasleys" and introduced themselves:
"Blaise Zabini," the darker skinned boy with curly dark hair.
"Daphne Greengrass," a pretty girl with dark hair, with what seemed to be a touch of green in the sunlight.
He sighed, "Harry Potter." It only earned a muffled gasp and then two pairs of eyes traveling to his forehead. The door opened to reveal a kind faced lady with a trolley full of wizarding candy. They each bought their share, but Harry, who never had any bought as much as two galleons would buy him, which turned out to be too much, as he had to stuff a lot of candy into his trunk. He did eat a few chocolate frogs though, and had gotten a single card of:
Current Headmaster of Hogwarts
Considered by many to be the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, and for discovering twelve uses for dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.
The picture of Dumbledore showed a man who he thought liked Halloween a lot, with a long white beard and twinkling blue eyes, and a pointy purple wizarding hat, a man who seemed to like Merlin enough to dress up as a dead magical being that died over a thousand years ago.
The compartment door opened then, a girl with unnaturally bushy brown hair, rather large front teeth, and a bossy attitude walked in,
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one."
Harry glared at her, "It's rather rude to come in without knocking you know."
"Well has anyone seen it?"
"No go away," Blaise spoke up; the girl was already making him annoyed.
As she huffed and closed the compartment door, Harry muttered, "I think I might punch whoever disturbs us next."
As the train scenery changed and the first evidence of sunset set in, the compartment door opened again, showing a red-almost orange haired boy with lots of freckles, and an awed expression on his face,
"Are you really Harry Potter?" A tick mark appeared on Harry's head as he groaned and banged his head against the window. But before Harry could flip the redhead the bird and tell him to screw his overweight mother the boy looked around and gasped,
"Harry! These are Slytherins! They'll kill you! Don't worry, I'll save you!" Without a second thought the redhead grabbed Harry by the arm and tried to drag him out, "I'm Ronald Weasley by the way."
The tick mark on Harry's forehead had grown incredibly large, yet the Ronald still had not noticed it, and rambled on about how great Gryffindor was. Finally Harry had enough, and put all his energy into a punch to the nose, instantly the boy screamed, his nose overflowing with blood and bent a certainly uncomfortable angle.
Harry returned to his compartment still angry at the idiot redhead who tried to kidnap him. Blaise and Daphne almost laughed out loud at Harry, but the glint in Harry's eye kept them silent, yet Blaise chuckled out loud and attempted at a poor cough. Daphne on the other hand, had her lips trembling, both in their minds laughing unceremoniously mentally.
They changed into robes, and Daphne had walked out to change as the two boys changed. The voice on the train was heard, "We will be arriving at Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train; it will be taken up to the school separately."
The train slowed to a dark and small platform. Harry, Daphne, and Blaise saw a huge man waving his large arms, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" The first years were led down a steep and narrow path until it spread to see a huge lake. They piled onto little boats and moved across the glassy water of the lake. He saw Rufus, or Roni, or something, apparently no one fixed his nose, as he had toilet paper stuffed in each nostril.
They climbed out of the boats and slowly walked up the pass to the castle, and Hagrid walked up to the great oak doors, "Everyone here?" As they nodded he knocked the great doors three times.
As soon as he knocked the door swung open, a stern looking witch in green robes greeted them as Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration professor. She led them into an empty chamber near the Great Hall and explained that a house here was a family, and the four houses. The three new friends heard Rondalo explain that his brothers said it would hurt to be sorted, and Harry whom already guessed that that was a lie fed them the most outrageous cock-bull story to see how smart they were:
"Ohh," he gasped, feigning shock, "that makes perfect sense, if we attack it head on we become Gryffindors, if we try to outwit it we become Ravenclaws, if we run up and hug it we become Hufflepuffs, and if we pretend to befriend it then kill it we become Slytherins!"
Four fifths of the room blanched, each imagining what they have to do to be sorted into their house. Only one fifth however, saw that it was a total BS story, so they silently shook with laughter.
Then, ghosts materialized from the walls and started trying to persuade people to go to their houses in life. Just then McGonagall returned, "Move along now." They formed two lines and walked into the hall.
Thousands of floating candles were over the tables, and the ceiling looked like the night sky, thousands of stars twinkling at them. Five tables were in the room, four long large tables, and one smaller one. Golden plates and utensil were spread along the tables.
McGonagall placed an old hat on a stool, as the hat cleared its throat and began to sing:
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
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
The Sorting Hat can't see
So try me on and I'll tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind:
Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
You're safe in my hands (Though I have none)
For I am the thinking cap!
Everyone clapped politely, and Professor McGonagall took out a long piece of parchment, "Abbott, Hannah!" who became a Hufflepuff.
"Terry Boot!"-Ravenclaw, which from what Harry could see, easily half their table had glasses, 'I see why they are called the geeks of Hogwarts.'
Harry zoned out, thinking about how the hat took different amounts of time to decide each sorting, and paid attention just in time to hear, "GRYFFINDOR!" he saw the bushy haired girl walk to the table with a smile. He was paying close attention to the next sorting though,
"Greengrass, Daphne!" Harry tensed; will he part with his new friend already? His body stiffened as the old hat fell on her head. Blaise, who saw this, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The hand helped, and Harry sent a smile his way, and actually breathed out in relief as the hat called, "SLYTHERIN!"
The list went on, only a third of the people were left now, and soon finally, all the tension built up, everyone was sitting or standing on edge for this sorting, whichever table had the B-W-L, would, in fact, gain the most publicity for sure, and would be more renowned in history books,
"Potter, Harry!" He walked forward, his face in an unemotional mask to hide his nervousness, and heard all the mutterings about him, and before the hat was dropped on his head, noticed half the hall leaning forward to get a better look at him.
'So the great Harry Potter finally tries on an old talking hat like me, oh! I am so flattered!' a voice whispered into his ear, he snorted,
'A thousand years of looking in peoples' heads get you this agitated?' the hat gave a mental image of a grin, 'you would make a fine Slytherin.'
Harry mentally replied, 'Then put me there, and save us both time.'
'Ah! But first I must look in your pretty little head! Let's see, hmm your loyalty to strangers is nonexistent, but you have total loyalty to your friends, but not enough Hufflepuff for you, your brain is using twenty percent of it's total capacity more than the average wizard or witch, but you don't study because you have to, so Ravenclaw is also out. I should tell you young Harry, the headmaster-'
'The old codger with the twinkling eyes,' Harry questioned.
'Yes he has insisted- well more like demanded me to sort you into Gryffindor, but I'm a hat, what can he do to me? Well your bravery lies not where those in Gryffindor has, so, in all respects, you are a – "SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted to the hall.
Harry was so relieved to be sorted into Slytherin; he had only noticed the entire hall was completely silent mid stride, halfway to the Slytherin table, and saw four people had toppled out of their chairs, the entire staff had their mouth open, and most of the hall had their eyes bulging out, he looked at himself, feigning confusion, "Did the hat take a shit on me?" Harry pretended to play with his hair, and then shrugged, and walked over to the only recently clapping table.
The sorting ended when the sorting hat called Blaise a Slytherin, and he joined Daphne and Harry at the table, and Harry only then realized his black robes were now emerald, and a snake crest was now stitched onto it.
Dumbledore stood up, the twinkling was now gone, and spoke calmly, "Welcome to Hogwarts. Let us start the excellent feast!" 'Hmm, he seems almost normal right now,' thought Harry. But his thoughts were lost as food appeared at the table, and conversations started around the first years.
Harry didn't pay attention though, as a ghost touched his shoulder, and he stiffened, the feeling of cold water dumped on his shoulder only intensified as he turned around to see a ghost with silver stained blood on his royal clothes. The ghost went though a mixture of emotions never seen by anyone in Hogwarts, then finally settled on a smirk, "So one of my blood finally arrives in Slytherin." Harry's eyes widened, and then his eyes narrowed, "My mother's line." The ghost nodded, "Yes, so if you want to learn some ancient family history, come to me." The ghost faded, leaving a stunned table, and hall, whom has never seen the ghost ever talk to anyone, well, more precisely hear.
Harry looked up at the headmaster's table, where all the teachers were now talking to each other, but when he looked at a teacher with a purple turban, pain erupted from his scar, but ignored it, glancing at a teacher with greasy hair and a large nose. He planned to find out who they were soon.
Harry didn't pay much attention when Dumbledore stood up and made announcements, and he remembered anything he heard anyway, it was something he noticed in the muggle school, even when he fell asleep in class he could remember word for word what the teacher said, he only now remembered what the sorting hat had said, twenty percent of extra brain usage, apparently, came with this extra feature, as now it was sort of a hearing 'Photographic Memory' thing, as muggles called it. His hearing noted when Dumbledore mentioned the third floor being out of bounds.
The song was really pathetic, Harry thought: and could tell every one of the teachers had a fixed smile on their face, and Dumbledore beamed down at them, but his was sort of fixed as well. "Ah music, a magic beyond all we teach here! And now bedtime, off you trot!"
The first year Slytherins followed two fifth year prefects; a boy and a girl, to the dungeons, descending down half a dozen staircases, and took about a dozen turns before reaching their dorms, and the prefect had gave them the password, which was, 'Parseltongue' which Harry found out was the ability to speak to snakes, which by chance, the ability he had. The prefects rambled on, "Slytherins are the house no one admires, and we are hated by the school, so stick together. Slytherins are expected to be discriminated against, so look out for each other. Also there is a legend here in Slytherin, that every locked door in the school, including dorms, will open when an heir of the school has come and can speak any of the forgotten magical tongues; Parseltongue, Beast Speech, Aviantongue, and the ability to talk to badgers, which was never passed on to Hufflepuff's descendants. We expect the to prefects from your year to pass this legend on, as no other house remembers or knows this tale, not even the Ravens, to whom knowledge is power."
They were shown to their Slytherin common room, where it was nice and cool, even with a fireplace. The dormitories were small, and only two people lived in each room. When people were selected to each room, Blaise and Harry immediately moved toward each other, not wanting to risk rooming with a moron like Draco's two troll like bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. The two had a nice little room, and had two charmed windows, so they knew the time even under the lake, which was where their dorm was located. The room was connected to the boys' bathroom, which was likewise connected to every separate room for their year.
So after they agreed to explore the castle tomorrow, as today was a Saturday, and class started Monday, he jumped on his bed and closed his eyes, and before he even realized it, Harry was asleep, oblivious to Blaise's reminder of, "You forgot to brush your teeth."
AN: Well there, chapter two is here! After this chapter things will be a bit slower, an update every few days maybe, so if you see something I did wrong or some error I made, include it in a review. Dumbledore didn't seem so strange because Harry had shocked them all, being a Slytherin when everyone expected a Gryffindor. Oh, the thing with the troll, I got that idea from someone else, a really good story, shame I forgot the name so I'm not taking credit for the idea, as for why the Bloody Baron didn't aproach Lily, I wrote, or typed: 'So one of my blood finally ends up in SLYTHERIN' and Lily wasn't in Slytherin, so he thought she was unworthy, and never aproached her. See you soon!
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