Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
AN: Hey! I�m back!!!! And look, a whole new chapter. Have fun guys!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry Potter sprints straight through the common room, into the first year dorms, down the girl�s corridor, and into her bedroom. She has very little time to brew the potion, and she still needs to talk to Professor Snape about acquiring some of the ingredients. Harry walks past her four-poster bed, past the mirror that wasn�t there when she arrived, past the door to the bathroom, and into the door that leads to an empty room that she�s already decided has a use.

Harry pulls out her wand and quickly sets up a potions area. It takes her a little bit to remember all of the charms and spells needed to get it all together, but she manages it. The longest amount of time was spent attempting to find where she put her extra cauldron.

When Harry finally has everything ready, she takes out the most important part; Moste Potente Potions. She had the book with her the whole day, but she wasn�t going to check it out around the rest of the student body.

Harry looks down the list of ingredients and sighs silently to herself. She�s not even sure that Professor Snape will have some of these.

�Ingredients:

7 Spider�s Legs

Acromantula Poison

16 mL Pure Water

A pinch of powdered asphodel

13 rosemary leaves, crushed

1 liter ectoplasm

A Dozen spider�s eyes, mashed into paste�

As Harry looks at the ingredients, she can�t help but feel a little grossed out by some of the things she needs to do.

�Thankfully there�s a break of about fifteen minutes while I wait for the water, powdered asphodel, and crushed rosemary leaves to boil before I need to add any of the really hard stuff. I can use that time to go talk to Snape. Then I�ll be putting everything in. Then, after all of that is said and done, it will need to sit for an hour and a half, simmering untouched. That will be nice. I can go to class and be back before having to add the eye paste.�

Harry sticks out her tongue at that thought. And, even though she finds it distasteful, Harry begins preparations for the potion and starts it boiling.

~*~*~*~Time Passes~*~*~*~

Harry looks out her door, checking to make sure that no one is out there waiting for her. She�s pretty sure that Hermione and Daphne believed her this last time. She just hopes that it takes them a while to come and ask her more questions about being �normal.�

Harry quickly heads out to the common room. She sees Draco sitting on a couch looking quite dejected. She feels bad for him and wants to forgive him, but then she remembers about her potion and knows that the conversation they have will take more time then she currently has.

However, Draco is easily avoided as Harry sneaks out and down the hall towards Snape�s classroom. Surprisingly, Harry actually was paying attention and gets there pretty quickly. She silently hopes that he�s not dealing with anything too problematic as she approaches the classroom.

�I told you before, Headmaster. I am merely wary. Having it here puts all of the students at risk.�

�Do not worry, Severus. The students will be fine.�

�And what of the person who successfully managed to break into the vault after we emptied it. They could break into Hogwarts. The school is not nearly as protected as the bank.�

�I am positive that the school will be safe. And since when have you been worried about the students, Severus?�

�As you well know, my godson now attends Hogwarts. I am entitled to be worried about him.�

�Ah. Oh course, Severus. I forgot about young Master Malfoy being your godson.�

Severus nods. �It�s quite understandable, Headmaster. With everything happening��

�Well, Severus, as much as I would love to continue this conversation, there is a young girl standing outside your door who, I believe, has a question or two for you.�

A few moments later the door opens and Headmaster Dumbledore steps out. �Miss Potter.� He moves aside and Harry takes the invitation. She walks past him, into the classroom. �And Miss Potter, I know he is quite deserving of a lot, but do try to keep him out of the Hospital Wing.�

With that said the Headmaster walks down the hallway and away from them. Harry watches him go with more than a little curiosity. She knows that he�s talking about Ron Weasley and the prank wars, but she�s curious as to how the Headmaster knows.

Harry quickly throws that train to the back of her mind. She needs to speak with Professor Snape now and then she�ll think about the Headmaster.

�Miss Potter. What is it that you need to ask me that could not wait until Wednesday?�

Harry shuffles her feet a little, trying to think of the best way to say what she wants to say. Finally, after a suitable amount of time, she looks back up at him with nervousness shining in her eyes. And, despite the nervousness, Harry stands a little straighter. She looks the Professor dead in the eyes and says:

�I need some potions ingredients.�

Snape raises a single brow, a little shock at the nerve of this small girl.

�What for, exactly?�

Harry sighs. �It�s a personal matter, Professor.�

Professor Snape nods and puts hand to his chin in thought. �What?�

�What?�

�What are these ingredients?�

Harry makes a mental prayer to any Deity listening that Professor Snape won�t recognize the potion. Sadly, it seems that Loki and Coyote had been given joint watch, and they were having fun with ickle mortals that day. And they had just noticed Harry and her predicament.

��Acromantula Poison, Ectoplasm, a dozen Spider�s eyes, and seven spider legs��

�Ah� Occulus Arachnus. Giving your enemy spider�s eyes� Or, in actuality, eyes that only see spiders.�

Harry nods. She knows the potion. She had been reading about it that very morning when she was interrupted by that boy, Adrian. She knows what it�s supposed to do.

�And I take it that you are taking the, approximately, fifteen minute break to come and ask for these ingredients.� Harry nods. �Well� It just so happens that I have those ingredients. Well, all but one anyway.�

Harry nods a little excitedly.

�And I am willing to give them to you,� Harry smiles wide, �in exchange for a conversation.�

Harry�s eyebrows immediately disappear into her hairline. �A conversation?�

�Yes. A conversation. I wish to speak with you, Miss Potter, about the blood on my hands.�

Harry has an idea of what he�s talking about, but she doesn�t offer it to him. He could be talking about something else. It�s unlikely, but a girl could hope.

�The blood I got on my hands this morning after our potions lesson, when you were pushed into a desk.� Harry nods solemnly.

�On one condition,� its Snape�s turn to lose his eyebrows to his hairline, �you can�t tell my friends, or anyone, what we discuss.�

Severus thinks for only a second before nodding his head. �All right. I shall go and retrieve those ingredients now.�

Harry sighs with relief. But when Snape gets back, she remembers what he said about missing an ingredient. She looks through the ingredients.

�Ectoplasm?�

Snape shakes his head. �Ectoplasm, or the energy of ghosts and other spirit-like beings given a physical form, are considered dark. Therefore, as such, I am no longer allowed to stock it anymore.�

Harry sighs again. This time it�s in defeat. �Where am I going to get ectoplasm?�

Severus looks at her and knows that he will tell her. He could resist her mother the same amount. �There are many beings that reside in this castle who could give you some.�

Harry looks down at her watch. She has about five minutes before she needs to be back in her room, checking on her potion.

�Is there something in the dungeons?�

Severus nods. �The Bloody Baron.�

Harry smiles a great big smile and sprints out of his classroom in search of the Bloody Baron.

~*~*~*~Time Elapses~*~*~*~

Harry is back in her makeshift potions lab with all of the ingredients she needs, and the Bloody Baron. He offered to help her with her potion, and Harry would never turn down an opportunity like that. Nope. No siree Bob.

�You have to understand, little one, I have been here for a long time, and very few people are even willing to speak with me.�

Surprisingly, the Bloody Baron speaks in a slightly scratchy, but beautiful, low baritone. Harry believes him when he says that he can sing, and did so in life.

�Now, who is going to be ingesting this little tasty morsel?�

Harry smiles an evil grin worthy of a Slytherin. �His name is Ronald Weasley. He�s a Gryffindor.�

The Bloody Baron nods as though it all makes sense now. �The Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry has been going on since before my time.�

Harry decides that she doesn�t want to burst his proverbial bubble. In fact, she decides to keep quiet about the fact that Ronald Weasley started it, and she had no intention of letting the loud-mouth boy get away with tormenting her like her cousin did. She couldn�t stop her cousin. She can stop Ronald Weasley.

��which is strange, considering that Slytherin and Gryffindor were good friends. I would even go so far as to say that they were lovers, with the way those two act, but Rowena and Helga swear that the two boys are straight. �They�re just really good friends,� she says. But I don�t believe her. Those two boys, for they are closer to boys than men, act decidedly too comfortable around each other to be anything short of lovers.�

Harry is kind of surprised by how chatty the Slytherin Ghost can be. She expected him to be stoic. She heard, or maybe read, that he was the only person, save for the Headmaster, that Peeves will listen to, and is the only one that Peeves is afraid of.

Harry finishes putting in the ectoplasm and watches as the potion turns bright green. Harry hopes that it will turn another color before it�s finished. She�s almost positive that Ronald Weasley wouldn�t drink something that color. It kind of looks like it�s possessed.

Harry lowers the flame temperature and watches as the potion calms a little, before settling into a simmer. She resists the urge to stir it and turns back to the Bloody Baron.

�Could you watch this for me?�

The Bloody Baron nods and Harry looks back down at her watch. She gasps. She�s gonna be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry grabs her bag and dumps it out on her bed. She quickly puts in a couple quills, a jar of ink, a couple pieces of parchment, a notebook, a pencil, and her Defense text, before running to her door. �Thanks!�

�Wait!� Harry stops with her hand on the doorknob. The Bloody Baron rushes out of the room and stops in front of her. He looks her up and down and smiles. �You should really meet them. I�m sure that they�d like you.�

Harry looks at him, confused. She opens her mouth to ask him what he�s talking about, but he turns around and disappears through a wall.

Harry, for the uncountedth time today, shoves the question away and runs out the door. She runs into the common room to see that it is deserted.

Harry looks around, expecting to see Hermione and Daphne waiting for her. She can�t find them. She opens the wall to look around outside. Harry doesn�t see them. Harry turns to close the wall, only to see her two friends sprinting out of the first year dorms.

�Oh! I thought you guys had already left.�

Hermione and Daphne come to a sudden stop, doubling over to catch their breaths. �Nope! We actually lost track of time.�

Harry shrugs. �Well� Shall we head off then?�

The three of them walk off to Defense in silence. Harry can feel her two friends thinking. She has no idea what they�re thinking about, but she instantaneously fears that they know.

Harry quickly pushes the irrational fear to the back of her mind. It lodges between the multitudes of trains that were thrown in that general direction.

When they arrive at the Defense class, everyone is still standing outside. Judging from the talk, Harry picks up that the Professor, Quirrel, is afraid of something. The details vary, so Harry has no idea what the teacher is afraid of.

Harry looks around and spies Ron Weasley standing right in front of the door with a few other boys from Gryffindor. She recognizes the boy, Neville, from flying lessons earlier. He was the one who broke his wrist.

Harry gets an idea for Ron, and pulls her wand, surreptitiously, from her pocket. Hermione and Daphne see what she�s doing and step in front of her so as to hide her from sight. Harry points the wand, not at Weasley, but at the door. A quick swish and flick, and the hinges are now on the outside.

Meanwhile, Ron Weasley and his group of �friends,� are completely oblivious to what happened. Well, all but one. Neville Longbottom notes the wand, and the hinges. The shy, blonde, boy quickly moves to the other side of Dean Thomas, but doesn�t say anything. He knows that Ron is the primary target. He heard the Weasley twins talking about it earlier. He feels kind of bad for not telling Ron, but he also feels that Ron deserves it.

There�s a little noise on the other side of the door before it opens outward, into the nose of one Ronald Weasley.

�Oww!�

Everyone turns to look at Ron Weasley, who clutches his nose which is bleeding profusely. Professor Quirrel also turns to look at Ron.

�Oh dear! Wha-what happened t-to y-you yo-young man? W-were y-you at-attacked?�

�Yes! By the door!�

�Oh d-dear! The d-door usually op-opens inw-ward. That�s qui-quite st-strange.� The Professor looks around the hallway. His eyes glance over everyone else. But when his eyes meet Harry�s, she feels a twinge of white-hot pain in her scar.

Harry doesn�t even flinch. The pain in her scar is great, but not as bad as some of the things that she�s dealt with.

�Hmmm� Th-that�s very interesting.� His eyes quickly move on to scan over the rest of the group. �I g-guess the c-castle has de-decided to change once a-again.�

�It�s done this before?� Ron�s voice is very nasally and squeaky.

Quirrel nods. �Oh yes. I once s-saw th-the c-castle move an ent-tire hallway s-so as t-to m-m-make a st-student late t-to cl-class. Th-then, wh-when they g-got there, th-the d-door was r-rigged t-to at-attack th-that stud-dent.�

Ron nods. �Oh.� He still turns and glares at the Slytherins as though it�s their fault. Technically, it is a Slytherin�s fault, but Ron doesn�t know that.

�R-right� W-well, young m-man, I th-think th-that you should h-head off t-to the Hos-Hos-Hospit-tal W-wing.�

Quirrel waves the Weasel off and motions everyone into the class.

~*~*~*~Go Watch Charlie the Unicorn to signify the passage of time~*~*~*~

Apart from the fact that Professor Quirrel can�t say a sentence without stuttering, the garlic scent from his turban filled the entirety of the room, and all they really talked about was his near-death experience with a vampire in the Ukraine, the lesson was kind of interesting.

Class ends and Harry makes her way back to her rooms. Hermione and Daphne know what she�s doing and make excuses for her.

Harry calmly walks past everyone, studiously ignoring, or brushing off, her fellow students as necessary. Harry makes it to the stairs to the dungeons in record time, and back to the Slytherin first year girls� dorms before even the Slytherin students coming from potions get back to the common room.

Inside her room, Harry finds the Bloody Baron looking at her books.

�Welcome back, Harriet. Your potion is fine.�

Harry nods and walks into her potions lab calmly. Her potion looks like fresh pumpkin juice and Harry smirks. She checks the consistency, the book, the color, the book, the temperature, and the book. Finally, Harry deems that the potion is ready for the final ingredient. She counts the eyes three times to make sure she has the proper number before mashing them up.

She adds the mashed eyes while stirring anti-clockwise thirteen times. The potion slowly turns from the color of fresh pumpkin juice to the deep, deep purple of grape juice. Harry checks it against the book to make sure that its fine and smiles.

�It�s perfect. I need to go find the twins before dinner.�

The Bloody Baron smiles at her. �If you can�t find them, I�ll be happy to do it for you.�

�Really?�

�Yes. Your mother was so nice to my Slytherins. And I know what he did to you. It�s not a rivalry that inspires you. It�s pure Slytherin instinct and completely justified.�

�Umm� Okay. You know, the Headmaster seemed to be okay with this, too. At least, he seemed to know about it and didn�t reprimand me.�

�Of course! Headmaster Dumbledore may pretend to support Gryffindors in anything that those brain-dead, blustering, prima donnas, do he still has a great sense of justice. So long as you don�t get caught, he won�t do anything. Unless� Did he say something specific?�

Harry shrugs. �He said to try and keep him out of the Hospital Wing. That�s all.�

The Bloody Baron claps his hands together gleefully. �Oh, good! That means that, so long as the boy doesn�t go to the Hospital Wing every week, or every other week, we should be okay. Sometimes I wonder why that boy wasn�t in Slytherin. Then I realize that he wouldn�t be able to get away with nearly as much if he had been. �

Harry smirks. �So, you�ll take this and slip it into his goblet at dinner?�

The Bloody Baron smiles and nods at her. �I can get some of the other ghosts to make a distraction for me so that I can.�

Harry nods and the Bloody Baron starts to leave, but Harry stops him. �You may want to talk to� Was it Nearly Headless Nick? �I don�t know. He�s the Gryffindor ghost. He said that he likes all of the Weasleys. Except for Ron.�

The Bloody Baron nods and disappears into the wall with a vial of the potion. Harry makes up several more vials of the potion before cleaning everything up. She slowly heads off to dinner. She knows that, after dinner, she�s going to have to talk to Draco. If she doesn�t, who knows what the boy would start thinking. It�s not that she�s really mad at him, she�s just been busy. Plus, when he brushed off her request after promising, it just reminded her of Dudley so much and it hurt to think that she would be friends with someone like that. So, Harry will speak to him.

Harry heads out to the common room and meets up with her two friends. They head off to dinner, giggling at thoughts of what will happen to Ronald Weasley.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

AN: Alrighty then! I finished the next chapter. I now have a question for you guys. Who all should be friends with Harry/part of her underground rebellion? For Harry shall have an underground rebellion. She�ll probably be rebelling against the Ministry at first, but will surely turn towards Voldemort when he arrives. Anywho�

Next chapter: We get to see what happens to Ron, Hermione and Daphne plot, and I�m sure I�ll fit the Weasley twins, Peeves, the Bloody Baron, the Headmaster, and the founders, in there somewhere.

Please review and answer my question. It will make me happy.

Oh, and Izzymarie asked me when Harry and Draco are getting together. It probably won�t be till the end of third year or fourth year. Sirius may tell the young Malfoy, �If you break her heart, I break yours. Literally.� Or, maybe, after the tri-wizard tournament, Draco may just have been so scared that they�ll get together then. Or maybe she�ll just slap him. Either way.
- 11
- 12
- 13
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Harry Potter; Year One: The Sorcerer's Stone