Title: The Slytherin and the Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: G (Will go up to PG-13)
Warning(s): Possibly mild language
Summary: What would have happened if Harry hadn't run into Ron and his family at the train station? What if he'd run into Lucius and Draco instead? Would he still be the Chosen One? Or would he be just another Death Eater in training?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Like literally. Even the plot? Not mine. I twisted J.K. Rowling's plots from the books.
Author's Note: For those who have seen the movies but not read the books, I'll clarify one thing: When harry was in Diagon Alley, he met Draco in Madam Malkin's Rob Shop. No names were exchanged, only a few words and insults at Hagrid's expense. This isn't shown in the movies, but is referenced in this story briefly. I didn't want to just rewrite that part, so I'll be starting this story where it begins to differ from J.K. Rowling's.

"Platform nine and three-quarters?" the man sneered at Harry. "Think you're being funny?"

Before Harry could explain that he was serious about the inquiry, he left. Harry stood motionless in the train station, eyes looking from one platform to the next. Maybe Uncle Vernon had been right. But that couldn't be. Hagrid wouldn't have told him the wrong platform.

For a moment he wondered if this had all been one fantastic joke. But that wasn't right either. He'd seen magic. He'd seen brooms and wands and spell books in Diagon Alley. That would have to be one rather extreme prank if it had been one.

"Ridiculous that we have to blend in with these muggles." Harry looked around when he heard a familiar voice. Not that he was entirely pleased about ever hearing that boy again, but it at least meant he hadn't dreamed all of this.

Sure enough, when Harry looked over his shoulder, a head of bleach blonde hair shone over the heads of many others. But, no. That head was much too tall, and the hair was too long. Ah, there. About a foot shorter than the man was the face Harry was searching for. He looked back up at the taller man. Must be his father. And judging by the long black robe that Harry had seen wizards wearing in Diagon Alley, he didn't care much if he blended in or not.

"Hey!" Harry called, jogging over to the pair. The boy looked over at him, seemingly annoyed at having his rant interrupted. "Glad I ran into you again."

"And who are you?" the taller man asked, narrowing his eyes at Harry.

"It's alright, father," the boy said, earning a sharp glare from the man. The boy ignored his father though, and addressed Harry, his expression softening slightly. "You're the one that was hanging around with the giant, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Harry said hurriedly. "I met you in Madam Malkin's."

"This is all very touching," the man said with a sneer. "But the train will be leaving in seven minutes with or without you two."

"Right, um," Harry started. "That's actually why I'm glad I ran into you. I don't know how—I mean. Where's the platform?"

The man's lips made a thin line, and Harry could tell he was losing what little patience he had very quickly. He turned, the black robe whipping around his body as he continued the way he and his son had been walking before Harry stopped them. The boy turned to follow his father, and Harry's shoulders slumped in disappointment. The boy looked over his shoulder though, and nodded for Harry to follow them, a trace of a smile on his face as he turned back.

Harry followed a few paces behind them, and watched as they both walked swiftly towards the brick wall between platforms nine and ten. Just as he was about to call to them to stop, they disappeared through the wall. Harry's eyes widened, and he looked around to see if anyone else had noticed.

No one seemed to care that two people had just disappeared through a brick wall, so Harry shrugged and walked towards it. He looked down at Hedwig, giving her an apologetic smile, before he started for the wall at a jog. He closed his eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came. Instead, he felt like he was passing through a cool mist, then heard a train horn and a hundred voices around him.

When he opened his eyes, Harry saw the long scarlet engine on the train tracks, and students hugging their parents and boarding the train.

"Quickly now, everyone on board!" A man, whom Harry assumed was the conductor, was calling and shepherding students on board. Harry glanced around for the blonde, but only saw his father, already walking away from the train. Harry hurried towards the train and got on, eyes searching form one compartment to the next for a place to sit. After walking for a little while, he saw the blonde boy sitting in one compartment with two other boys sitting across from him.

Harry pushed the door open and stuck his head in. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked. "Everywhere else is full." The two that Harry didn't recognize him just stared at him in confusion. The blonde gestured to the seat next to him.

Harry smiled his thanks and shoved his trunk into the overhead compartment. He sat down next to the blonde and set Hedwig's cage on his other side.

"I'm Malfoy," the blonde said, extending his hand towards Harry. "Draco Malfoy."

Harry almost commented on the odd way of introducing himself, but decided that James Bond was probably just a muggle thing, and Draco wouldn't understand the reference, so he just shook Draco's hand without comment. "Harry Potter."

Draco's hand froze and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even the two boys sitting across from him, who Harry had assumed to be a bit dim from the looks on their faces, sat up a bit at the name. Harry shifted uncomfortably. A lot of people had given him the same looks when he was in Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron, but he still wasn't used to it.

"Harry Potter," Draco repeated. He released Harry's hand and gestured to his forehead. "You have the scar, then?"

Harry nodded and pushed back his hair to show the scar. Draco looked mildly impressed, which, from what Harry knew of Draco so far, was something worth noting.

"This is Crabbe," Draco said, gesturing to the shorter of the two boys sitting across from them. "And that's Goyle."

"Nice to meet you," Harry said politely, only earning more stares from the two.

"They don't talk much," Draco said. "So, where've you been since your parents died?" he asked shamelessly.

Harry was bit taken aback by the question. "Um, sorry. What do you mean?"

"No one in the wizarding world's seen of heard of you since that night," Draco said. "My father said You-Know-Who's followers offed you years ago."

"No," Harry said, gesturing to himself as a whole and laughing slightly. "Still alive. I was with my aunt and uncle. They're muggles. Didn't even know I was a wizard til Hagrid showed up."

"Wouldn't be bragging about that too much around here, if I was you," Draco said. "Course, everyone knows all about you anyway. Knows your not pureblood."

"Pureblood?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, all magical blood in the family," Draco said. "My family's pureblood. One of the only ones left, I reckon."

"What's it matter?" Harry asked. "Are purebloods more powerful than those that aren't?"

"Of course," Draco said, as though any indication on the contrary was the most horrible of insults. He seemed to think for a moment, then leaned closer to Harry. Harry leaned in to hear what he had to say. "Well, they say that You-Know-Who was halfblood. But I reckon anyone that pointed that out to Him would be killed on the spot."

"Isn't He dead, though?" Harry asked. "So why's everyone still afraid to say his name?"

Draco smirked. "Some say he's dead," he whispered. "Fools, if you ask me." Draco leaned back with a smirk, and looked out the window. "We'll be there soon, I expect. Should change into our robes."

The rest of the train ride passed mostly in silence, besides Harry asking what he was sure were very stupid questions, though Draco didn't seem to mind.

Draco talked about the lake when the four of them crossed over in the boat, and told some story about a giant squid that Harry was pretty sure he was making up. But then, if someone had told him any of this a week ago, he'd have said they were making that up as well.

The castle stood tall, like a dark silhouette against a barely lighter night sky. "This is Hogwarts?" he asked in an undertone, leaning closer to Draco.

Draco nodded. "Home for the next few months," he said.

Compared to where he'd lived with aunt and uncle, he wouldn't care if this were his home forever, but decided not to say that out loud.

A woman in a dark robe led the group into a large entrance hall, and stopped them all before a pair of tall, dark oak doors. She started talking, repeating mostly what Draco had told Harry about the school. Four houses, something about house points, and the sorting ceremony.

Somewhere halfway through her speech, a boy yelled out, "Trevor!" He then proceeded to run forward and scoop a toad off of the floor in front of Professor McGonagall. He sheepishly stepped back into the crowd, amid laughs from the other students. Harry hid his laugh with a cough, though Draco wasn't as subtle.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall led them into the Great Hall, and lined them up against one wall. She called them each by name, and they walked forward to be sorted. Crabbe and Goyle were both sorted into Slytherin, and Malfoy after them. When his name was called, Harry glanced over at Slytherin table. Most of the students there, and around the hall, looked surprised, and then Harry realized why: his name. He was starting to hate it as of late. Draco was one of the few who didn't looked surprised, but just offered him what could be interpreted as either an encouraging smile, or a smirk, though Harry couldn't tell which from this far away. But probably the latter.

Harry took a breath and walked forward, sinking onto the stool and closing his eyes. After a moment, nothing happened, and Harry wondered, not for the first time, if there had been a mistake. McGonagall would snatch the hat form his head, claim there had been a mix up, and put him back on the train.

"Difficult," a voice said quietly, making Harry gasp. "Very difficult." A moment later, Harry realized it was the hat talking, though it didn't seem like anyone else could hear it. "Smart, very smart. Fiercely loyal. Brave, and cunning as well. But where to put you."

Harry bit his lip, waiting in silence for the hat to make a decision. Finally, after what seemed like an hour though he was sure it had been no longer than a few seconds, a name echoed out through the Great Hall: "Slytherin!"