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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Harry wakes up the next day, a little groggy about the events of the evening. She vaguely recalls her conversation with Draco. The events in the common room are a bit clearer. The astronomy class with the Hufflepuffs is only kind of blurry. And everything before that is crystal clear. She knows what must have happened. She remembers enough of each event to know. But as the night wore on her recollection faded because of overload. Her first day at Hogwarts and she almost broke down.
^^Great. Just great. My first day in a school where I’m not bullied by Dudley or his friends, and I almost have a mental breakdown. I hope no one else realized that…Hmmm… I wonder if I could get my friends to fill me in without actually telling them that I don’t remember all the details. Eh…I’m sure I can get someone to do it. Doesn’t necessarily need to be Hermione, Draco, or Daphne.^^
Harry gets out of bed, makes the bed, does a little stretching to get her muscles loosened, and heads off to take a shower.
It’s still dark out and no one else is up. Harry makes her way, rather stealthily, into the common room to think about yesterday. She sighs as, each time she goes over it in her head, it changes. She winces in pain as she starts getting a headache.
“Would you like a potion for that?”
Harry, startled, looks up into the concerned face of her Potions Professor and Head of House. Professor does, indeed, look, at the very least, concerned about his young Slytherin.
“I have a pain potion for you to take.” Harry looks at him warily. “After yesterday, I figured you would need something.” Harry plasters a look of confusion on her face while silently hoping he says something else; something other than what she’s sure, she knows, he’s going to say. “After all, it’s not everyday that someone goes from an abusive home to being thrust into the spotlight and thrown on a pedestal.”
Harry shrugs. “I can handle it.”
``I see that she neither admitted, nor denied, the abuse. Smart girl.``
Severus nods. “I’m sure that you can. However, you owe me a conversation.” Harry nods, getting more nervous than she already was. “I would like for the conversation to be postponed for awhile.” Harry makes a noise and Snape holds up his hands. “No, no, I insist. I would not want to impose upon your studies. I think that my curiosity can wait until the holidays.”
With that said the Professor walks out of the common room with a slight flourish and billow. Harry merely looks after him, wondering if he does that, or if it’s a spell. Harry, currently, has no opinion on the situation.
Harry walks to breakfast, confused by Snape’s sudden change of interest. When she gets there, she realizes that she didn’t wait for her friends. She shrugs and decides to sit at the table and wait for them. That way she can claim to have eaten by the time they arrive.
Almost before she sits down, a Hufflepuff walks up to her. Harry recognizes the little girl as being in Astronomy with her. Harry sits and looks at her.
“Yes?”
The Hufflepuff looks extremely nervous and Harry can’t help but raise a single eyebrow at her.
“Umm… Harry.” Harry nods. “I was wondering if it would be okay if my friends and I sit over here with you.”
Harry looks over her shoulder, her eyebrow even higher than before. There are about seven other Hufflepuffs ranging in year from first to seventh. Harry looks past them to Snape. Snape’s eyebrows have disappeared into his hairline and Harry returns her focus to the girl in front of her with a shrug.
“Sure.”
The girl smiles and Harry smiles back. The seventh year doesn’t look convinced. “So she said it was okay. That doesn’t mean that Slytherin will just let us sit here.”
Within moments, half of Slytherin house walks into the great hall en masse. They stop and look at Harry, not even noticing the Hufflepuffs for the moment.
Hermione, Daphne, and Draco all run up to her, out of breath. “Harry…you scared……us!”
“Don’t…Don’t…do that…a…again!”
Draco just nods at her. Harry returns the nod to her newest….friend.
Harry shrugs, a little sheepish. “Sorry. I really didn’t think anything of it.” She looks over the group of Slytherins and motions to the Hufflepuffs. “They were wondering if they could sit with us.”
Marcus Flint steps forward, making a show of looking them over. Then he shrugs and sits down. “Sure. Why not?”
He starts piling food onto his plate and the rest of Slytherin sits down to eat as well. The Hufflepuffs stay standing for a few more seconds before sitting at the Slytherin table as well.
Breakfast passes rather uneventfully. Upon entrance to the Great Hall, Ron makes a big fuss about Slytherins and Hufflepuffs sitting together. The Hufflepuffs find that the Slytherins are quite fun to sit with and entertaining to boot.
Within the month the Slytherin table becomes the most diverse table in the great hall during meals. Even a few Gryffindors sit with them.
By Halloween, the Headmaster has removed the large house tables, to replace them with smaller tables more evenly distributed through the hall. A few of the tables are claimed for certain houses, but mostly they’re all diversified.
The Halloween meal passes rather uneventfully with the same complaints that Ron Weasley has every time he enters the great hall.
“There’s a troll in the dungeons! J-just thought you sh-should know!”
Professor Quirrel promptly passes out on the floor of the great hall. And the uproar that follows is nearly deafening.
“Silence!” The hall stills instantly. “Professors, let us head to the dungeons to dispatch the troll. All students, head to your common rooms.” Dumbledore almost sprints out the doors towards the dungeons. He stops and turns around. “Slytherins… Stay here.”
The Headmaster, eloquent as ever, then turns and almost seems to fly out the door, down the stairs, and into the dungeons. The Slytherins stand around their varying tables, looking very much lost. It isn’t for almost ten minutes that someone remembers that Hermione went to the bathroom after Ron threw a nasty piece of fruit at her. Almost immediately afterward, the redhead was attacked by almost ten thousand live, and pissed off, spiders, but that doesn’t quell the fear the Slytherins feel for their friend.
Harry figures she’ll be back in a few minutes. She tells Daff that she’s going to get Hermione and they leave it at that.
Hermione headed to a girl’s bathroom nearby. Harry knows where it is and gets there within minutes. As she gets closer to the bathroom, however, she hears a great commotion. It sounds as though something is tearing through the bathroom.
Harry hears grunts and groans as she gets even closer to the bathroom entrance. Her inner-Slytherin is telling her to run away. But, when Harry hears a high-pitched scream she recognizes as Hermione’s, she knows that she won’t run away.
She opens the door with all the stealth she learned from living with the Dursleys and peers inside.
Hermione is hiding under a sink, trying to protect herself from falling debris with her wand, and trying to fend off a troll. She isn’t succeeding very well as the troll seems to have her trapped. It raises the large club over its head in order to destroy the last of the sinks and, invariably, Hermione as well.
Harry doesn’t even think. Her wand is in her hands and she says the first spell she can think of.
“Wingardium leviosa!”
The club flies out of the troll’s hands and hovers in midair above its head. The troll looks down at its hands, wondering what happened, before turning around. It looks Harry in the eyes before charging at her.
Harry loses concentration with an “eep!” and the club drops onto the troll. The troll falls to the ground, unconscious, and Harry quickly picks her way past it to Hermione.
Hermione breaks down in Harry’s arms while Harry tries, in vain, to comfort her. To Harry, it was just like defending herself against Vernon. Except she actually got to do what she always wanted.
But, as Harry looks at the unconscious troll, she can’t help but feel a little sorry for the creature. Judging by the sheer size of it, Harry determines that it’s a mountain troll and, probably, the leader of their gang. Harry hopes that she didn’t kill it. It’s not the troll’s fault that it got dragged here. Mountain trolls rarely come down from their mountains, just as forest trolls rarely travel out of their forests. Hogwarts would definitely be out of this troll’s territory.
And, simply because of that, Harry knows that someone let it in. In fact, someone dragged the troll, probably drugged, into Hogwarts and left it to kill the students.
Harry instantly suspects Professor Quirrel. The man is far too much a stereotype for her liking. A defense against the dark arts teacher who’s afraid of everything and tells tales of vampires and other nasty creatures that have tried to kill him. It’s all too easy a character to follow. The lines are far too simple.
Not to mention the fact that the man said the troll was in the dungeons. There is no way that a troll managed to get from the dungeons to the second floor without being seen in that amount of time. So, either there were two trolls, very unlikely, or he was lying. Harry is betting on the latter.
That man is trying something. Something that has to do with the third floor corridor that they’re not allowed to visit.
Harry resolves that she’s going to check out the corridor. She wants to know what has everyone so anxious.
“What happened here?”
Harry looks up into the stern faces of Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Dumbledore.
Harry looks at her friend who has tear tracks running down her face in the dust that was thrown up by all the surrounding destruction. Harry knows that it is her story to tell.
“Hermione headed to the bathroom before the announcement about the troll was made. When we heard about it, we knew that she wouldn’t know not to just go back to the Slytherin common room. So I told Daphne where I was going and decided to go get her. There wasn’t much danger because the troll was in the dungeons, so I didn’t even think about it. Anyway…The closer I got to the bathroom, the more noise I heard. I knew it was dangerous and was just about to head back to the great hall with the hopes that Hermione wasn’t in there when I heard her scream. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew that I couldn’t leave my friend. I opened the door to see and the troll had her cornered. It lifted its club with the intention of crushing her and I cast the only spell I could think of: wingardium leviosa. The troll looked confused for a second. Then it turned to me and started to charge. I lost my focus and the club fell.” Harry blushes at the last comment, a little embarrassed about it. But she knows that lying wouldn’t be helpful. Besides, she doesn’t want to be seen as great. She just wants to be left alone. If the only way to do that is to turn herself into some icon, albeit a Slytherin one, that the rest of the world can look up to, so be it.
“You defeated a full grown forest…”
“Mountain…”
“What?”
“It’s a mountain troll. The coloring would be entirely different if it were a forest troll. Not to mention its sheer size deters any possibility of it being a forest troll.”
Harry smiles at her friend knowing that, simply by saying that, Hermione is beginning to feel better. Professor McGonagall, however, doesn’t seem to appreciate the criticism.
“You mean to tell us that you defeated a full grown mountain troll with a first year levitation charm?”
Harry nods slowly with a shrug.
“Excellent!” All eyes turn to Dumbledore. Dumbledore’s eyes are twinkling merrily. “You have proven yourself quite adept at utilizing the information at hand to take control of a situation. How Ravenclaw, and Slytherin of you. 150 points to Slytherin for sheer valor in the face of combat! And then add another 50 points for Hufflepuff loyalty! And still another 100 points Ravenclaw ingenuity!”
Dumbledore turns around, sweeping out of the room with a flourish. Professor McGonagall doesn’t say anything. She purses her lips and turns away without so much as a “good job.”
Professor Snape stands in front of the two girls, waiting for the others to leave before his mask of indifference melts into a high-intense glare.
Harry and Hermione both visibly recoil from the pure rage in that look.
“What were you thinking? You could have been killed!”
Harry looks down at her feet.
“Answer me!”
Harry continues looking at the rubble on the floor. “Professor Quirrel said the troll was in the dungeons. It didn’t even occur to me that it would be anywhere else.”
Harry can hear the Professor growl and knows that his glare has intensified but it’s no longer focused on them.
“Return to the Slytherin common room.”
Harry grabs Hermione’s hand and the two girls run down the stairs, through the dungeons, and into the Slytherin common room. The rest of Slytherin is there as well and Harry finds herself telling the story to her fellow Slytherins before being scolded by the Founders, Daphne, the Bloody Baron, Draco, the Twins, and Neville. Harry doesn’t even question why the Gryffindors are in the common room. She says her good-nights and heads off to collapse on her bed. All of her wounds are healed, so she doesn’t need to clean them. However, with the rapidly approaching Christmas Holidays, Harry’s exhausted mind begins to worry about a certain conversation she’s going to have.
The next few days pass in a whirlwind of commotion. Harry gets to tell the story several more times and is given house points from Professor Flitwick for proving how useful charms are, and Professor Quirrel for showing that Defense Against the Dark Arts is a truly complicated genre of magical study that encompasses all other studies of magic.
Harry convinces Hermione, Daphne, and Draco to come with her when she checks out the third floor corridor. Unfortunately, it seems that Ron Weasley has taken to following them and, upon hearing their plans, sprints off to tell a teacher. The four of them end up getting a detention.
Another “unfortunately” occurs when the weasel does something in potion that no one, not even Neville, can figure out that caused a potion with no explosive or flammable ingredients to blow up and catch the room on fire. He must also serve detention with them. However, because Neville paired with the irate, and unpopular, redhead, he also was given detention with them.
“For the detention, you will be going with Hagrid.”
Hagrid nods at the Headmaster and starts walking away with the six students following him. They walk down the sloping grounds of the school to a small hut about fifteen feet outside the territory of the Forbidden Forest.
As they approach the small hut, lots of barking and growling can be heard. The closer they get, the louder the noise. Harry can distinguish two different creatures.
“We’ll be headin’ inter teh fores’ in o’ few minu’s. We jus’ go’a get me pe’s and a weapon o’ two.”
Hagrid opens the door and a large dog sprints out, hiding behind Harry with a whimper. Harry pets the large dog calmly; the dog drooling on her hands. Something else also comes out of the hut and Harry smiles at it. She thought that she had heard roars in the night.
“Norber’! You be good, ya hear me?!”
Harry smiles at the Dragon as it calmly stalks about the group. Having read up on dragons, thinking that having one might be useful if she wants a quiet life, Harry recognizes it as a Norwegian Ridgeback.
Hermione, Daphne, Draco, and Neville, all read the same book. In fact, the whole of Slytherin and all who visit frequently were asked to read the book. Harry, after all, has every intention of getting a dragon and she wants the house to be prepared. She’s already on a waiting list for an egg.
Norbert stalks around the group, looking them all over. He stops at Ron, moving in close to look the boy in the eye. It pulls back its head and snorts a little fireball in the boy’s direction. Ron squeaks and ducks behind Hagrid.
The others chuckle at the redhead as Harry keeps her eyes on the dragon. She wants to be prepared. Norbert has already disregarded Ron as a threat. The boy is harmless as far as the dragon is concerned. But if he determines that Harry or one of her friends is dangerous, she wants to be prepared.
Norbert calmly looks over the others before gracefully making his way to her. He twines around her legs, his long body stretching as his spine lengthens, and moves his head up next to her face. Harry knows that there are only two reasons for the dragon to do this. And she’s rather hoping that the dragon doesn’t want to eat her.
He stops, staring her in the eyes. The two of them sit there, staring intently at each other. Harry doesn’t even blink at the dragon.
After almost five minutes, the dragon starts purring a low rumble in his chest and Harry smiles. She starts petting the dragon, stopping to scratch the ridges above his eyes.
After cursory sniffs and acceptances of the others, they’re all petting a very happy dragon. Norbert seems to love to attention, going so far as to stretch out languidly on the grass so that they can scratch his belly.
The sun goes down and they stop petting the happy dragon. Hagrid smiles at them all. “Tha’s amazin’! Norber’ don’ take a likin’ ter anyone I bring ter mee’ ‘im! Tries ter take a bie’ ou’ o’ all o’ tem!”
The five of them nod. No one probably gave the right signals. They all probably rushed at the dragon in an attempt to pet him. That’s not how it works. The dragon comes to you, not the other way around.
“Anyway…We’d bes’ be off! We’re headin’ inter the fores’! We go’ ourselves a righ’ mys’ery!”
The six students follow the half giant as he takes them into the forest they’re not supposed to enter. He leads them straight to a clearing.
Hagrid stops and so do the students. He looks around, seems to find what he was looking for, and kneels down next to a disturbed pile of leaves.
“Tis a grea’ crime ter kill a unicor’. A grea’ crime. But some’in’ has been. Some’in’ has been killin’ teh unicor’s. Hun’in’ em’. Killin’ em’ like deer.”
Harry looks at where Hagrid is looking and finally sees the puddle of silver liquid. It’s unicorn blood. And there’s a lot of it. The unicorn that left this is not in good shape.
“We need ter fin’ i’!” He looks over his shoulder and counts them. “We have enough ter make two groups o’ tree, or tree groups o’ two and one o’ me pe’s.”
They opt for the three groups of two. Harry and Ron are paired with Norbert, Hermione and Neville with Hagrid, and Draco and Daphne with the dog, Fang. The latter group is warned that Fang is “righ’ coward!” before told that “if anyting happens, jus’ shoo’ up red sparks from your wand, and we’ll be along shor’ly” and then heading off into the forest.
The other two groups head off as well. Each of them says a heartfelt good-bye to the others with a warning glare at the irate redhead.
Harry and Ron head into the forest slowly. Harry doesn’t say anything in the hopes that the weasel boy won’t yell at her.
Sadly, the boy starts complaining anyway. He starts with how unfair it is that he’s here. Then he moves on to the fact that the potion’s incident wasn’t his fault. He blames the Slytherins for “sabotage” and Professor Snape for making it too difficult. After that, he moves on to how they’re going to die. Then he starts blaming Harry for everything. Then…
Harry stops listening to the boy. Using all of her years of ignoring the Dursleys, Harry focuses on the surrounding forest. Her senses tune in a little more to the forest and Harry finds herself looking around with better clarity.
Harry grabs the back of Ron’s robes when she hears Norbert start growling. She recognizes that there’s danger. Ron, however, yanks himself out of her grasp and keeps walking with a glare back at her. Harry reaches forward and grabs his robes again. This time, she tugs him backwards, causing him to fall.
Just as Ron starts to yell at her, something slithers over a low-hanging tree branch and into the small clearing that they’re in. Harry stops, staring at the thing before her.
Whatever it is, is clothed in a heavy cloak smeared with the silver blood of unicorns. The hood is pulled up over the face so Harry cannot see who, or what, it is. However, it slowly lifts its head to reveal blood red eyes and fangs glistening with still more of the silver liquid.
Harry pulls Ron even further back, away from the thing. But, when it’s eyes meet hers, Harry feels a sharp stab of pain go through her head. Harry winces, breaking eye-contact, and it starts moving.
It sways and swerves’, dancing to unheard music as it slowly lessens the distance between them. Ron is memerized by the movements and can’t bring himself to break whatever spell was cast.
Harry keeps dragging the boy backwards, trying to keep distance between them and whatever that thing is. But she finds herself stuck when Ron’s back hits a tree and she trips over a tall root. Norbert manages to catch her before she hits the ground, but the thing keeps moving towards them and Harry knows that she can’t beat this thing if it comes down to a fight.
Just then, the unicorn stumbles into the clearing. Obviously injured, the unicorn has come to their rescue. And, even though it has lost a lot of blood, it looks fierce. Streaked in its own blood, the unicorn looks scaled. It looks as though its wearing armor.
The creature lunges for the unicorn and the unicorn dodges. It moves around the creature swiftly. And, even while doing so, its blood flows out of the wound faster. As the fight continues with the Unicorn dodging and attacking, Harry watches its energy fade.
Harry starts thinking. She thinks back to the books she was reading in preparation on the off-chance that she would be going back to the Dursleys’. Harry wracks her brain for a healing charm.
“Subsisto Crudus!” Immediately the blood stops flowing from the wound. “Tersi!” And the wound is clean of infection-causing bacteria. “Resarcio!” And the wound closes up. It’s not completely healed. All Harry did was close the wound. The body will do the rest.
The creature turns and looks at Harry while she casts the spells. It stalks towards her, swaying in a hypnotic way all the while. The unicorn uses that distraction to hit the creature hard. The unicorn’s horn pierces the side of the creature causing red blood to flow from the wound, and then it slices along the side, aiming to bring the horn around and pierce the heart.
The creature manages to untangle itself from the unicorn before it succeeds and disappears into the forest leaving a trail of blood.
The unicorn walks over to them, swaying a little. It stops in front of them just as Ron breaks out of the trance he was in. The unicorn lies down gracelessly on the hard ground of the forest and looks at Harry with, what Harry can describe only as, “doe eyes.”
Harry reaches out and the unicorn nuzzles into her hand. Harry pets the unicorn softly, making sure not to touch the new scar tissue.
There’s more rustling and running hooves and the unicorn looks up from where her head lay in Harry’s lap before descending again. Harry keeps petting the unicorn even as a centaur crashes into the clearing.
“What’s going on?”
Harry looks at the centaur. He has the body of a palomino, blue eyes, and white-blonde hair. He looks over the two students, the dragon, and, finally, the unicorn.
“What happened?”
Harry sighs. She recounts the tale; much to Ron’s yelling and screaming. She ignores the redhead’s insults against her and her parents.
“And the unicorn?”
“Is fine so far as I can tell. He might need some healing, but he doesn’t seem to be in any immediate danger.”
The centaur raises an eyebrow at Harry and then sits down next to her. He manages to sit between Ron and Harry, making Harry’s life infinitely better.
“I am sure that your friends are worried about you.” He looks directly into the sky. “Green sparks.”
That said, the centaur turns to gazing at the heavens above. Harry sends up the sparks and waits for her friends.
Within minutes, the others arrive. Harry is given more points. Ron glares at her. The centaur introduces himself as Firenze. The unicorn follows them to the edge of the forest and nuzzles Harry before turning back and sprinting off.
Upon entrance to the Slytherin common room, Harry must tell the story again. She heads to bed and collapses on it.
The weeks pass in a flurry of studying, pranks, meals, and the occasional fight. Harry and friends are unsuccessful in their attempts to find what’s housed in the third floor corridor, but they aren’t deterred in the slightest.
When the winter holidays come around, Harry’s nerves take a turn for the worse. Hermione, Daphne, and Draco head home to their families. Most of Slytherin does. Harry practically has the common room to herself. The only other person there is Christophe Warrington. Harry talks to him occasionally. She’s on really good terms with most of them, but Christophe never seemed to want to talk to her surrounded by people. In fact, Christophe doesn’t really talk at all.
Harry stops thinking about that as she walks down the hall to Professor Snape’s private office. Harry pushes aside all thoughts of running as well. When she reaches the door, she knocks quickly so as to get it over with.
“Enter.” Harry does only to have the door slam shut behind her. Harry turns and looks at it, her mind scrambling to find a way out of here. “Miss Potter.” Harry looks into the coal-black eyes of her Professor and starts shaking. “You know why you’re here.” Despite the shaking, Harry nods. “Good. Now tell me…” Harry waits for the inevitable. The question about her family. The question she doesn’t want to answer. “Do you prefer tea or cocoa?”
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AN: And another chapter done! Yay!
And, before people ask me questions, I’m going to answer them.
Why is Norbert here? – Harry wasn’t really good friends with Hagrid. Therefore, Hagrid wouldn’t have told her about the dragon’s egg and the man with it. If Harry didn’t know about it, no one else could have found out about it. They wouldn’t have needed to call Charlie to take him away. And, now that Norbert is old enough and has thoroughly imprinted on Hagrid, they won’t.
What’s with the swaying, hypnotizing thing? – Voldemort is described as being rather snakelike most of the time. So, I see him as, even when possessing Quirrel, having snake-like qualities. I see him using snake-like movements (think of a snake preparing to strike) to prepare. Watching a snake “dance” can be rather distracting. So, I would think that Voldemort would also cast a spell to make weak-minded people stop fighting.
Ah! The time jumps!!!! – I told you guys that I wanted to do some jumping. I was going to stop it just after Halloween, but I didn’t want to. So I decided to work for a couple more hours and put this up at an ungodly hour rather than going to sleep and uploading this later.
If you have anymore questions that I didn’t address, put them in a review. I will either edit this chapter with the answers on it, or put them in with the next chapter. And remember: if you have the question then someone else does too. Be good by asking the question. Then I can answer it. See…If you don’t ask the question, I can’t answer it.
I’m only psychic with certain people. And, unless some of you are people I know who are lying to me, then I can’t read your mind.
Thank you and review.
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