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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
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.

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Author's Note: Mr. Galion asked a good question. Thank you for pointing it out to me. The truth is that Hermione and Daphne have been friends with Harry since they started school. Dudley couldn't bully them away from Harry because they were too stubborn. Every time he tried to hit one of them, a teacher would reprimand him about hitting girls. I'm sure everyone remembers "boys can't hit girls." Well, that's what happened.

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Harry stares at her two friends in shock. Hermione looks absolutely furious and Daphne looks horrified. Just before Hermione, or Hermes, begins her ranting yell at her long-time friend, Daphne butts her way into the conversation.

�Harry. My family is Pure-blooded. That means that for at least three generations on either side, my family has been made entirely of magical people. I think my great-great-great-great-grandmother was a muggle, but it's unimportant. I've been raised around magic all my life.�

Harry stares at her friend with skepticism written all over her face. �You expect me to believe that cod...?�

Daphne holds up her hands to stop the berating before it officially begins. �Let me finish. My parents were looked down upon by the other pure-bloods for sending me to a muggle primary school.�

Hermione answers the question in Harry's eyes before she can ask it. �A muggle is a non-magical person. Your family, for example, and mine, are muggles.�

Daphne nods her thanks to Hermione for explaining that to Harry. She silently thanks all of the Gods and Goddesses in the Heavens for Hermione's obsession with books and her parents' willingness to get these, particular, books for her. She turns back to Harry to continue before she can throw any other criticisms at them. �Anyway... When I met you at school, the famous Harry Potter, my parents were surprised about... well, everything!� She pauses for a second to let that sink in. �In our world, the Wizarding World, you are a very famous person. You destroyed the man known as Voldemort. He was evil and wanted to destroy all of the muggles. It is said that he came to the house that you and your parents were hiding in. He tried to kill you, but you deflected the curse and, instead, destroyed him.� Daphne says this last bit in a rush with no pauses so that Harry can't interrupt.

Harry opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by Hermione. �In the Wizarding World, Harry, you are known as the Boy-Who-Lived.� She giggles at the title as Harry turns a bright red. �I don't think they realized that you're a girl. I'm sure that whoever brought you to your Aunt and Uncle knows, but they never disclosed that information to anyone. All of the newspapers refer to you as the boy-who-lived or as Harry Potter. I think your parents called you that before.�

Harry closes her mouth. She starts digesting the information she's been given. Daphne starts talking again and Harry halfway focuses her mind on her. �Harry... That spell you deflected was the Killing Curse. Avada Kedavra is the darkest spell that someone can use. To use it on anything is atrocious. To use it on another person is unthinkable. Harry... That man, Voldemort... He killed your parents.�

Harry looks at Daphne. That last bit of information wheedles its way into her head. She looks at her long-time friend, tears in her eyes, and shakes her head. �No! My parents died in a car accident! My parents weren't killed by some megalomaniac hell-bent on world domination! I will not be the saviour of some world that threw me to curb after my job was done! I am not this Harry Potter person. If they want a saviour, they can put an ad in the paper. I'm sure there are many Dicks and Prince Charmings that want the job. I don't.� Harry continues shaking her head back and forth, tears free-falling down her face.

Hermione hugs her friend tightly, closely followed by Daphne. �Harry, honey, you don't have to. He's gone. He's not coming back. He's dead.�

Harry shakes her head. �This is gonna have some kind of Dracula-back-from-the-dead kind of deal. I can feel it.�

Daphne and Hermes laugh at their friend. Daphne wishes so much for her friend to be wrong. She knows that the small girl before her has been through far too much to be put through more.

Hermes hugs her friend tighter. The three girls stay like that, curled around each other, for a long time before Hermes pulls back suddenly. �Oh! R�! My parents have agreed to let the two of you come over for the rest of the Summer! We can go to Diagon Alley and pick up our school supplies and wands and everything! It'll be so much fun.�

Hermes looks really excited and Harry knows that her two friends would smother her constantly once they see how skinny she really is. Harry knows she's small for her age, but she doesn't think her friends realize just how small she is. Harry's about 4'2� at the age of ten and weighs about 61 lbs. She's silently glad for her cousin's hand-me-downs. They hide how thin she is. Her two friends must weigh at least 80 lbs. They're both around 4'6�. It's not too big of a difference, but once they hit their growth spurts, they'll notice. Harry hasn't grown an inch taller since she was seven.

Harry looks up into the big brown eyes of Hermes and sighs. �I don't know, Hermes. I have to talk to my aunt and uncle.�

Hermes nods to R� and then turns to Daphne. �Daff! Come on! Please.� Hermes' eyes become big and bright, lined with tears. R� can't help but laugh at her friend. Hermes has the Bambi eyes down pat. She can usually get what she wants just by looking like that. They even had her prove its power by convincing a total stranger to get her a knife. For her "protection", of course. Hermes carries the diminutive blade with her everywhere. She loves it.

Daff merely sighs at the antics of her friend. �I'll talk to my parents. I don't know what will happen. My parents are already freaking out about sending me to Hogwarts.�

Hermes nods. �Mine, too.�

Harry shrugs. �Don't know. We'll have to wait and see.�

Harry looks up into the sky. It's already getting on to late afternoon. She stands up, takes out one of her sandwiches, and eats it. Hermes and Daff don't really notice. Harry's kicked out of the house fairly regularly and she always has food. They don't know what goes on, entirely, behind the closed doors of number 4 Privet Drive, but they have an inkling.

The three friends play at the park for a few more hours, before Harry has to go back to the Dursleys. Harry eats her other sandwiches, the apple, and the banana. Harry waves good-bye to her friends and walks the few blocks back to the Dursleys'. When Harry gets there, her family is already back. She sighs as it will mean that she won't get to eat.

Harry walks into the house to find it absolutely silent. She begins to worry. Their car was in the drive, they should be home. Harry walks through the downstairs. Nothing. Harry walks up the stairs slowly. She walks to her Aunt and Uncle's room. She listens at the door, but there's nothing. Absolute silence. Harry begins to worry more. Harry silently walks down the hall to Dudley's room; silence. The bathroom; silence. Dudley's second room ... There's a noise. It sounds like a whimper.

Harry opens the door to find herself face-to-knee with the largest man she's ever seen. He has Dudley's friend Piers cornered and is brandishing an umbrella at him. Harry sighs. She doesn't want to, but she knows that she'll get in trouble if she lets Piers get hurt. Resigned, Harry steps in front of the cowering boy.

�I'm sorry, Mr ...�

�Hagrid. Rubeus Hagrid.�

Harry nods. �Mr. Hagrid. I'm going to have to tell you that Piers, here, is off limits. If you want to beat on someone, beat on me.� ^^God knows I'm used to it.^^ Harry has to look high up to reach the man's eyes, which are behind a large, bushy heard and mustache that nearly cover his entire face.

�'E's not 'Arry Potter?�

Harry shakes her head. �No. That's Piers Polkiss. He's one of Dudley's friends.�

Hagrid seems a little confused. �I don' un'erstan'. If 'e's not 'Arry Potter, 'en 'oo is?�

Harry smirks at him, the way only a girl who knows something that you don't can. �I'm Harry Potter.�

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So, here Harry sits. She's on a train, next to Hermes and Daff. The rest of the summer hadn't gone as planned. Harry had gone to this Diagonally without her two best friends. She went with some giant who was convinced she was lying about the whole identity thing. That had been, until they had entered the wand shop.

~*~Flashback~*~

The sign above the door reads �Ollivander's- Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.� in very fancy script. The shop itself is very shabby. Harry notes that the only piece of furniture is a spindly, little chair with an extremely worn purple cushion. Harry suspects that, were even she to sit on the chair, it would collapse. Harry chooses to stand.

A bell somewhere in the back of the store tings lightly, but it echoes in the shop. Harry examines all of the boxes. She's about to pick one up, when a scrawny man with large, moon eyes walks out.

�Ahh... Miss Potter, I was beginning to wonder when you'd show up.� He pauses, looking her up and down. �Yes, you most definitely are your mother's daughter. There's no doubt in that.� Harry begins to ask what this man knows of her mother, when he pulls a box out of a pile. �Let's see if this will work for you. Willow, 10 1/4 inches. Swishy... Very good for charms...�

Harry takes the wand and then looks up at the man. He motions with his hand. It's a simple up-down-swish motion that Harry mimics. One of the windows shatters. Harry hands the wand back. The man, apparently Mr. Ollivander, goes off in search of something different.

�Mahogany, 11 inches. Pliable... Good for Transfiguration.� Harry takes the wand. This time, several of the boxes catch fire. Ollivander quickly puts the fires out with his own wand. �Interesting. I see that you will not be taking after either parent with reference to their wands.� Harry doesn't understand, but listens to him rattling things off.

Harry tries three more wands, each result more disastrous than the last. Harry sighs and sags. She's tired. She wants to go back to the Dursley's. After this, they have to go to Madam Malkins' Robes for All Occasions. Ollivander returns with another wand. �I wonder.� He doesn't say anything else as he hands the wand over. Harry takes it gingerly, expecting the worst. She feels a tingle throughout her whole body. It's as though a piece of her that she never knew was missing was returned to her.

�Peculiar... Very peculiar...� Harry doesn't know what's peculiar, but, then again, she doesn't get the chance to ask either. �It's very strange that you should get this wand Miss Potter...� As an afterthought, he adds what, exactly, Harry got. �... 11 1/2 inches, ebony, with Phoenix feather ...� He pauses for another moment, apparently in thought. �... when its brother, gave you that scar.� He motions to the scar on the right side of Harry's forehead.

Harry had nearly forgotten it was there. She usually does. It's not something that she wants to remember. The scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt, is hidden by her bangs. Harry generally doesn't move the bangs, people ask her too many questions, and she never examines it in a mirror. To her, the scar isn't there ... Unless, like now, somebody mentions it.

Harry sighs as Ollivander continues. �You see, young Miss Potter, the phoenix that gave the feather for this wand, gave only one other ...� Harry is now ignoring the man and flicking her wand. She isn't really ignoring him, more as she's treating him like her family. She's listening for anything pertinent while playing with her new wand.

~*~End Flashback~*~

It wasn't until later that the giant, Rubeus Hagrid, had actually introduced her to anyone as Miss Harry Potter. Soon after, however, she began to wish that he didn't. Many people bothered her about being the �boy-who-lived.� Harry still snorts at the title.

Harry turns back to her two friends. She was dropped off at Hermes' house after her impromptu shopping trip with the giant. Harry smiles at them. �Tell me about this school ...�

Daphne smiles at her friend and starts off. The two them, really, are too smart. �You see, Harry, the school was built over a thousand years ago ...�

Hermes continues. �... by four great magic-users. Two witches and two wizards. They built the castle and instilled it with magic. It is by the four founders that the students are separated.�

Harry looks at them. �Wait, wait, wait! They're still alive?�

Hermes and Daff start to laugh, but a rich, cultured laugh starts first. The three girls turn to see a young man, about the same age as they are. He has white-blonde hair and silver-blue eyes. He smiles at them all. �No ... Gryffindor, in his infinite wisdom, created a hat to do that for them. So, long after they are dead, each of the founders can still get what they all wanted in their house members.�

He pauses, smiling again. A shrill yell is heard and he winces. He looks at them, pleading. �Can I please sit in here?�

Harry nods absently. �Time out!� The boy looks confused by her statement. �A hat chooses where we stay for the next seven years?� The blonde boy nods. �That's ... Probably the most intelligent thing I've ever heard a man do. Of course, it was over a millenia ago, but still! Good job.�

The blonde looks at her. �Yeah ... I suppose you're right. By the way, my name is Draco. Draco Malfoy.�

Daphne is the first to extend her hand to the boy. �Daphne Greengrass.�

�Granger. Hermione Granger.� Her voice is entirely serious and the three girls can't help but break out into giggles. Since Harry joined them, after Hagrid took her to Diagon Alley, they had been watching muggle movies. Starting with From Russia with Love and Diamonds are Forever. They couldn't help it. Sean Connery!

Draco turns to Harry. Harry smirks at her two friends. Even she could tell that Draco was a pureblood and he was going to be surprised by her identity. She takes his hand in hers, still smirking. �Harriet, but my friends call me Harry, Potter.�

Draco's eyes practically bug out of his head. �Harry Potter is a boy!�

Harry sighs. She's gotten this reaction. She reaches up and moves her bangs out of the way. Her scar is quite visible. Draco gasps. �I was always told that Harry Potter was a boy.�

Harry smiles. �So was everyone else. If you reacted like this, I wonder how the rest of the school will react when my name is called.� Hermes, Daff, Draco, and R� all share a smile. �Now- Tell me about these houses!�

Draco starts off. �The most noble house of Slytherin is renowned for the cunning and power of its members.�

Hermes goes next. �The house of Gryffindor is known for its bravery and compassion.� Draco snorts at that.

Daff continues. �Ravenclaw believed in intelligence and creativity.�

Draco ends with, �And Hufflepuff valued loyalty above all, but will accept anyone into her house.�

Harry looks at her two friends. �So which house do you think we'll be in?�

Draco looks at her curiously. �What makes you think you're all going to be in the same house?�

Harry looks at the boy as though he's lost his mind. Fortunately, Harry doesn't have to answer the question. Hermes answers it for her. �What makes you think that we won't?� She looks at him pointedly. �We haven't been separated yet. Not by bullies. Not by schools. Not by blood. We're certainly not going to be divided by some ancient hat!�

Harry smiles at her friend. �I think we'll be in Slytherin.� Daff and Hermes look at her, waiting for her to elaborate. �I mean, seriously, no other house would accept all three of us.� She pauses for a moment. �Besides. From what I've read in Hogwarts: A History, Slytherin is the least favored house of all. It'll be fun to see what they think of their precious saviour when she's put into the same house as the man who killed her parents. 'More witches and wizards go dark from Sytherin, than from any other house.'�

Harry smirks, once again, at her two friends. �I think it would be most entertaining to shatter their illusions about a goody-two-shoes little saviour.� Harry's eyes take on a malicious glint. Her two friends join her in her evil smiling.

Draco looks at them. �That's all well and good, but she can't be in Slytherin.� Draco points to Hermes.

�Why not?�

�She's not a pureblood.�

�Your point?�

�Slytherin values purity of blood.�

Harry smiles. She's always been smarter than everyone gives her credit for. �Considering that Slytherin, himself, was only a half-blood, I highly doubt that he felt that way.�

Draco looks at Harry as though she's crazy. She lifts a book from the seat next to her. She hands it to him. Salazar Slytherin: The Biography of a Leath-Fuil has been Harry's most interesting find. The biography of someone similar to her. She picked it up in Flourish and Blotts book store in Diagon Alley. She has been reading it since.

Draco looks over the book. �May I read it?�

Harry nods. She expected he would want to. She goes back to her conversation with Hermione and Daphne. Soon enough, they kick Draco out of the compartment so they can change into their robes before the train glides to a halt in the Hogsmeade station.

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Author's Note: There! Another chapter done! I hope you all enjoy it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. I am going to be changing a few things, if you couldn't tell. The sorting is going to be great fun, I can tell you.

Extra Note: Leath-Fuil: Half-blood, approximately, in Gaelic. I probably did it all wring, but, until I can get ahold of my friend to ask her, this will have to do.
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