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Harry Potter; Year One: The Sorcerer's Stone	By : Chrysania Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Sadly, that was not the end. I�m not that bad. Not to mention that this is just the first installment. Even if I had done such a crappy ending, I�d still have the other six to do.

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Sadly, the ending is not quite that fulfilling. Ronald Weasley has not gone off to face the ultimate form of his fears head-on, he�s not that much of a Gryffindor; Draco Malfoy has agreed not to attack the Hufflepuffs, but he still pesters them simply for existing; Petunia has yet to see the error of her ways when it came to her marital selection; and Dudley Dursley has neither the inclination, nor the brain capacity, to be a pacifist.

And, now that the previous chapter has been addressed, let us continue on into the present�

Harry spends the entirety of lunch answering questions. Thankfully, because of the constant barrage of questions by her housemates, Harry is not berated by her friends for her lack of eating. Harry hates the attention she�s getting because she happens to now be on the team, but she answers the questions posed to her.

Marcus Flint, the current Slytherin Quidditch Captain, shoos most of the Slytherins away from her soon after the third time someone asks her to tell them what happened. He�s not the most handsome of students, but he certainly has a presence about him that demands respect.

�Truth be told, young Potter, the Hufflepuffs cheat the most.� At Harry�s confused look, he laughs. �That�s exactly the point! Who�s going to accuse the Hufflepuffs of cheating?�

Marcus spends the rest of lunch explaining everything to Harry, with the occasional assistance of the other members of the team. By the time Harry heads off to Muggle Studies with the Ravenclaws, she knows what she�s expected to do. Mostly�

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne are the first ones in the class. Harry idly wonders where Draco is, but soon shrugs it off.

When Harry looks back up, she�s sitting at the table in the direct center of the front row. She looks over at a smirking Hermes and glares.

�Why do we have to be here?�

Hermes shrugs. �Because we want to be��

Harry just glares at her. She opens her mouth to say something when the teacher bursts into the room. Harry looks around to note that the rest of the class, it seems, has arrived. Harry inwardly curses herself for not paying attention.

�Hello class. I am Professor Reads, but do call me Alhan. After all, it has only been a few years since I graduated.�

Harry watches as the young professor flits about the room in emerald green robes. His long, red hair is kept tied at the nape of his neck while his moss green eyes examine the room. He is very Irish, very magical, and very, very, flamboyant.

As the man goes into the subject of Muggles, Harry zones out in a similar way to what she does at the Dursleys. She half-listens to the professor while thinking on her own subjects.

^^Ronald Weasley is afraid of spiders. That�s very interesting. Let me see� What could I do to him? I could throw spiders at him� No. I could glamour him to make him think he�s covered in spiders� No. I could actually cover him in spiders� No.^^

Harry ponders for a few minutes, taking a look around the class. She notes that Hermione and Daphne are visibly trying to stifle their laughs as Alhan explains the tube system.

�But why would someone want to travel through a tube? You still have to walk just as far.�

Harry can�t help but chuckle lightly at the comment. She quickly covers it as a cough, but she knows that Hermes and Daff heard it. Harry returns to thinking.

^^Hmmm�. What do I have at my aide? I have my ingenuity, my friends, Peeves, my knowledge, my money, my� THAT�S IT! I have Moste Potente Potions. I can use that. There was a potion in there. What was it called? �Archnopyre? �Arachnomort? No. Neither of those. But I know what page its on. It should be used�Tonight? I think I could get it done by then. Hmm�. It�ll take an hour to brew. But, first, I have to get the ingredients. Some of those ingredients looked kind of difficult to get. I�ll talk to Professor Snape. I�m sure he�ll lend me some.^^

�Miss Potter.�

Harry looks up, into the eyes she has dubbed moss green. �Yes?� She almost gasps as his eyes twinkle and his eyes turn from moss green to the dappled green of a sun drenched rainforest.

�You were raised by muggles, yes?� Harry nods, wondering where he�s going with this. �Would you care to explain the intricacies of the telephone to the class?�

^^Intricacies of the telephone?^^

�The telephone allows you to talk with someone as close as the next room, or as far away as the other side of the world.�

Someone across the room from her says, �You mean like a floo?�

Harry knows what a floo is, but she has a feeling they mean something else. �I�m not sure. I would have to know what you meant by floo, first.�

One of the kids, Harry recognizes that they�re a Ravenclaw and nothing else, makes a snide comment that Harry doesn�t catch. But, of course, she doesn�t have to catch what he said to know what he was talking about. Just before she says something, the teacher explains what a floo is.

�A floo is a chimney. Wizards converse to each other through it. They can also step into the fireplace and travel to that same destination to talk with someone face-to-face. That is, of course, assuming that they are connected to the floo network.�

Harry shrugs. �A telephone uses wires and electricity. I�m sure that it�s easier, in the function, to use a floo, but you can�t take a floo with you.� She thinks for a second. �You can only talk, and they can talk back. You can�t see each other. Nor can you use it to travel there, but it�s a very good thing if you�re just trying to talk to someone.�

�What do you mean?�

Harry doesn�t know who asked the question. It could have been a Slytherin, or a Ravenclaw. But she doesn�t think about the owner of the voice long. �Sometimes you don�t want the other person to be able to see you.� She can sense the question in the air and decides to answer it before it�s voiced. �I have noticed that quite a few of you are very polite.� A majority of the students nod their assent. �If the person on the other side cannot see your face, then you only have to keep the polite pretense with your voice. You can roll your eyes. Or glare at nothing. Or just look very annoyed. As long as your voice remains steady, they�ll never know that you were anything but polite.�

Hermione and Daphne smirk at their friend. Harry shrugs. They'll tell her what they think is funny. But not now.

The rest of class passes rather quickly as Harry, with the help of Hermione and Daphne, explains telephones, televisions, matches, and the stove. Matches, surprisingly, were the most difficult to explain. No one could understand the purpose of them.

"'What is the purpose of little wooden sticks?' Oh my! I can't believe how long it took for them to understand!"

Harry shrugs at her two friends. She can actually understand how it would be difficult. Difficult to understand life with, or without, something that has always been there.

^^They don't see the need to learn about life without magic. Magic has always been there. And, as far as they're concerned, Magic will always be there. They cannot see how it could ever leave. How they would ever need to leave their world. Leave it, and never be able to use magic again. Because of fear. Fear that they would be found.^^

"Harry?"

Harry looks at her two friends. "Yes?"

Hermione and Daphne look at each other, and then back at Harry. "What's wrong?"

Harry knows that she's begun to slip. She puts a confused look on her face and looks at them. "What do you mean?"

Daphne steps forward and gently takes Harry's hand. "Ever since you got here..."

"Actually since before... When we were at my house. Even before. When we were in the park. When she first found out..."

Daphne holds up her hand to stop her friend. "Ever since you found out about the Wizarding World, you've been a little strange."

Harry has to pause and think for a second. It takes her less than a second before she starts talking. She knows, even as she starts spouting random bullshit, that if she kept silent for more than a second, they wouldn't believe anything she said.

"I spent most, actually almost all, of my life thinking that my parents were killed in a car accident. I thought that I was always going to be at the Dursley's. That all of the stories from Dudley's old book of fairy tales were just that. Fairy tales. That there were no dragons. No gryphons. No wizards. No fairies. No magic."

Harry forces herself to choke up a little. A tiny little pause for effect, and Harry continues.

"When that letter came, my world was turned upside down. And I got to think about the possibility, the hope, that I was...normal. That there was somewhere where I was normal."

Inside, Harry screams at herself. ^^~You're lieing to your best friends!~ It's necessary! They can't know the truth. ~Necessary?! They're going to learn the truth eventually. You should tell them now, before...~ Before what?! ~Before enough time elapses that they won't forgive you.~^^

Hermione comes forward rapidly and grabs her friend while Harry has her internal debate. "Harry. It's okay. Everyone deserves to be normal." She hugs her friend even tighter. "No one moreso than you."

^^They can't handle it. Not yet. ~But....~ End of the year. ~Before the end.~^^

Harry focusses all of her attention on her friend who is now sobbing into her shirt. "Hermes. Please. I've already changed clothes once today."

Hermione pulls away with a watery smile. "Why are you always the strong one?"

Ri shrugs. "I suppose its because I've always had to be."

Daff laughs, her eyes are also watery. She quickly rubs her eyes, sobering from their emotional outbreak. "So. What are we planning to do to Ron Weasley?"

Ri looks at Daff, slightly caught off guard by the sudden topic change. "What?"

"What are we doing to Ronald Weasley?"

Harry turns to look at her other friend. It takes her a second to get it, but she realizes what they mean. "Nothing."

"What?!"

Both of her friends, and several surrounding Slytherins, yell. They continue yelling for awhile. They say that they won't let him get away with it. Or that he has to be punnished.

Harry holds up her hands and it takes them mere moments to quiet. "I am handling it. I do not need assistance when it comes to dishing out punnishments. I will handle it. In fact, I've already got ideas and plans in motion...."

A scream echoes through the halls of Hogwarts and Harry can't help the smirk that comes to her face at the shrieking cackle that follows it.

"Come back ickle firstie! It's only a baby! It won't hurts you!" The high-pitched cackle tears through the air.

"Peeves!!! You leave that boy alone!!!!"

Ronald Weasley runs past them, pushing several of them out of the way in his haste. Closely following him is the waist-coated poltergeist with a rather large spider scrambling along the walls on a leash. Soon thereafter, a rather jolly-looking, translucent, fellow glides past.

�I mean it Peeves! Leave that boy alone!�

Once the drama has passed, and all of the students have picked themselves up, they all turn to Harry.

�Ri. Did you have anything to do with that?�

Harry looks at her friends innocently. Her friends know that she can do better, but she doesn�t want to.

�I may have been informed of a certain student�s fear of arachnids. And, using that information, I may have started a contest with a certain poltergeist to see how long it would take our combined efforts to make that student not want to leave their common room.�

Millicent starts laughing. �I don�t think she needs our help in the revenge department. She seems to know exactly what she�s doing.�

The pug-faced girl, that Harry thinks is called Pansy, starts laughing as well. �Yeah! I think that, in this case, I just want to sit back and watch.�

Blaise looks affronted. �I want to do something to the annoying prick!�

Harry lifts her hands again. �I may, eventually, need some help with the pranks. But, for now, just enjoy the show. I have a feeling that Mr. Weasley will scream his voice hoarse before Wednesday. Now,� Harry looks at her watch, �we should be heading off to,� she pulls out her schedule, �Herbology.�

Herbology passes quickly for Harry Potter. She tries to listen to the teacher as much as possible, while her fellow Slytherins try to get her to include them in the prank war with Peeves. Harry refuses them. And, even with all of that, she manages to recognize some useful, hard-to-get, and better-used-fresh, herbs that she carefully gathers and puts in her bags.

Harry even reprimands Draco for taunting, pestering, and poking fun at, the Hufflepuffs. She glares at him as they head out of the greenhouses for their free period before Defense that afternoon.

�What?!�

Harry continues to glare at him. She doesn�t speak to him. After a few minutes of his whining and lack of understanding as to why he�s in trouble, Harry stalks away from him, towards the lake.

�I can�t believe that you�re that insensitive, Draco!�

With that, Hermione huffs off to join Harry on the shore of the lake where the Giant Squid is currently sunbathing.

Draco turns to Daphne in confusion. �What?�

Daphne shakes her head. �Draco. You really are dense.� She glares at him, but doesn�t leave. After a few seconds, she sighs in exasperation. �She asked you not to bother them.�

�So?!�

Daphne sighs again. �You don�t get it!� Draco opens his mouth to say something else, but is swiftly silenced by the girl. �You were doing to those Hufflepuffs what Harry�s cousin and his friends did to her for her whole life. She asked you not to do it and you completely blew it off.�

With that said, Daphne walks away from the clueless boy and over to her friends. She walks into the middle of a conversation.

�I�m not sure that will work, Harry.�

�Why not?�

�How are you going to get him to drink it?�

Harry opens her mouth, and closes it again. She takes a second, and repeats the action. Daphne can�t help but giggle at her friend. Two sets of eyes turn to her. Apparently they hadn�t realized that she was there.

�Tell me what you need help with.�

Harry nods silently. She takes a deep breath and starts. �There�s a potion in that book I�m not supposed to have from that place I wasn�t supposed to go to,� Harry pauses and Daphne nods her understanding of what Harry meant, and Harry continues, �that I can brew.� Daphne nods again. �I need to get the weasel to drink it. Preferably at dinner.�

Daphne notes, but doesn�t mention, that Harry didn�t tell her what the potion does. She has a feeling that Harry didn�t tell Hermes either. �Why don�t you slip it into his drink?�

�And how is she going to do that?�

Daphne shrugs. �You could get Peeves to do it.�

Harry starts shaking her head before Daphne finishes speaking. �No. I have to do this myself. I�m not going to ask Peeves to help me with it.�

Daphne shrugs. �Do you know someone in Gryffindor who�s willing to help you?�

Daphne�s pretty sure the answer is no and is, therefore, surprised to find out that the answer is yes.

�Who?�

Harry looks at the two of them and sighs. �They called themselves Gred and Forge. I think they�re weasel�s brothers. They�re twins and��

Hermione and Daphne are nodding. They remember the twin red-heads who dragged Ron off after his little outburst during flying lessons.

�You think they�ll help you?�

Harry shrugs. �I�m not sure. They didn�t exactly tell me that they�re willing to help, but they didn�t exactly tell me that they�re not, either. I can ask them.�

�And if they say no?�

All three girls look over at twin, red-head boys. They�re standing nearby, leaning against a rock. One of them swats away the tentacle of the giant squid as it reaches for him.

Harry stands up and looks at them. �Then I�ll have to find another way.�

The two boys smirk. �It won�t kill him?� Harry shakes her head. She knows that it doesn�t have any of the necessary ingredients to cause death in a human being. �Get us the potion and we�ll do it.� Harry nods her head, somewhat confused. �On one condition�� Daphne and Hermione join Harry in looking at these boys strangely. �We want in on the contest.�

�You have to convince Peeves, too.�

�We did.�

At that, the poltergeist flies out of the castle. He zips past, and through, several lounging students to stop next to them. �Gemini is fine.� Harry looks at the twins at the name, and they smile mischievously. �Theys can join!�

Harry nods. �You know the rules?� The two boys smirk, signaling that they know. �Gryffindor Tower is off limits.� They nod. �However, if you want to rig the entrance to your House� As long as it�s from the outside, it�s fair.�

The twins nod and take off, closely followed by Peeves. Harry sighs at them and looks down at her watch. Less than half an hour has elapsed and she should start that potion. Harry starts off towards the school with her two friends. They don�t talk. But they don�t need to. The silence is comfortable amongst the three.

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AN: Sorry about the delay. No I haven�t given up on the story. I�m better than that. I have a question that I need answered before I post the next chapter though.

��..Should I include the horcruxes?

And here you go. Have fun with it and constructive criticism is always welcome.

Btw, Mr. Galion. Life? What life? With finals over, I have no classes. Now I can watch tv, go on the internet, and type to my heart�s content. Now if only I could get my muse off her laxy arse so that I can type something worth while.
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