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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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Harry, Hermione, Daphne, and Draco sit at the very end of the Slytherin table. Harry sits between Hermione and Daphne, and Draco sits across from them. On either side of Draco are two hulking piles of flesh also known as Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

Draco talks softly to the young ebony-haired witch directly in front of him. �So, how was everything, Harry?�

Harry nods her head. She sneaks furtive glances around her, making sure that she can see everyone in the room.

The talking has escalated once again to magnificent decibels. The other three houses are looking at her with open hostility while the Slytherins simply stare at her.

A man with a long white beard tucked into his belt stands up, and everyone is quiet again. �I know that you all are confused with this new development, but let us finish the sorting before everything is explained.� He sits down again.

Once he's seated, the talking starts again, but at a more subdued level. The last few students are sorted and seated before the man stands up again.

�I would like to welcome you all to a brand new year at Hogwarts. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. I'm sure that you all have questions about our resident Harry Potter, so I shall answer them.� He looks around the room. His eyes catch Harry's and she notes a look of almost wistful disappointment in his eyes. �Harriet Jaime Potter is, indeed, the child that defeated Voldemort� most of the room shudders at the name, �all those many years ago. Harriet was shortened to Harry because it is what her parents called her before they died. We decided against disclosing her true gender so as to give her a little peace in her life.�

The students all nod in understanding to Dumbledore's explanation. That is, all but the Slytherins. They all look skeptical at the man's explanation. They all turns to Harry and she almost hides behind Hermione to keep the stares at bay. Sadly, it doesn't work. They still stare at her.

Dumbledore continues. �With that said, I shall continue with this year's announcements. The first years should note that the Forbidden Forest is off-limits. A few of the older students would do well to remember this as well.� Dumbledore's eyes scan over to the Gryffindor table, and two identical red-heads in particular. �This year, the third-floor corridor is also off-limits to those who do not wish to die a most horrible death.� With that said, Dumbledore sits down and food appears on golden plates before them.

Harry ignores most of the food. Its all too rich for her to eat. She sticks to a few pieces of bread with some chicken between it. She eats one of them and has some mashed potatoes to appease Hermione and Daphne.

Harry cautiously nibbles on her food as she looks around the room again. With food on the tables, the students have, mostly, stopped looking at her. Mostly. A few Ravenclaws are looking at her quizzically. Some Hufflepuffs stare at her periodically, almost curiously. The two red-heads that Dumbledore looked at are looking at her and smiling. And Ron Weasley is glaring at her.

Harry puts her fork down and waits. The dinner disappears, only to be replaced with deserts. Harry sighs as she looks at them. She takes some rice pudding and sprinkles a little cinnamon and sugar over it before she starts nibbling at it. That food disappears and Dumbledore stands up again.

�I have only one more announcement. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!�

That said, two students stand up from each table and motion to the first years. Harry watches the two students from Slytherin closely as they start moving.

�We are your prefects this year. My name is Marcus Flint and this is Katerina Bundy.� Katerina, a petite girl with long, light brown, hair, curtsies lightly. Marcus glares at her. Marcus, however, is anything but petite. He's broad-shouldered and tall. He looks to be about the size of a bull, and acts like it. �Follow me. I'll take you down to our common room.�

The walk to the common room is not short, but not nearly as long as it should be. They walk down only one set of stairs, but they seem to be always heading downward.

The dungeons around them slowly get darker, danker, and damper. There are few torches that are lit, the deeper they go.

Marcus and Katerina finally stop at a blank expanse of wall. They turn to the students.

"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room." Marcus motions to the blank wall behind him. "Don't worry. You will get lost." He chuckles at the terrified first years. "That is why we," he motions to Katerina and himself, "will periodically walk the dungeons to find stray students." He chuckles again as several of the students shiver.

Katerina glares at him lightly. "Marcus." She looks at the students kindly. "The password is 'fair's fair'."

Unlike the wall to Diagon Alley, which utilized all of the bricks to make a gateway to the realm of magic, the bricks behind Katerina simply melt away. The room beyond is mostly green and dark, but its not entirely green and dark.

Katerina pushes the burly Marcus out of the way to allow the First Years access to the room. Harry, Hermione, Daphne, and Draco are the first to enter. Of course, Draco acts the gentleman and lets the girls go in first.

The room is huge. The ceilings are at lest ten feet above, even though they were much lower out in the hall. The room is at least a thirty by sixty with a fireplace every ten feet. The corners are, in fact, not corners. They�re diagonal connections with another fireplace in them. There are four tapestry/paintings; two on each thirty-foot wall. They, apparently, hide doors. The sixty-foot wall, however, has no doors; or paintings; or tapestries. In fact, the wall is blank. Except, of course, for the fireplaces.

The walls are made of beautiful sandstone, the floor is pure-black onyx covered with silk carpets, and the ceiling is vaulted with grey slate and mahogany beams.

The furniture all around the room is tasteful and classic; more antiques than anything. All of the furniture is mahogany with green, or black, upholstery. There are silver accents everywhere. And several snakes as well. The snakes are harder to find than the silver. They�re carved into the wood, or stone; embroidered lightly on the upholstery; looking out from paintings, and tapestries; or physically slithering around the room. The room, itself, is bathed in the soft light from the fireplaces, and quite homey.

Harry immediately relaxes into the room. She idly wonders where the first year dorms are, but figures that they�ll be told.

Once all of the First Years are in the common room, Marcus and Katerina enter. They watch as the students look around the room in awe. After a few minutes, though, Marcus gets annoyed.

�Alright, alright!� All the First Years turn and look at him. �You can look around the room later! We gotta tell you some things before Professor Snape gets here.� All of the First Years immediately snap their wandering eyes to him.

Katerina, once again, glares at Marcus. �That blank wall has five doors on it.� The First Years turn and stare at the sixty-foot, blank wall. �We will show you how to use them in a minute.� The young students nod. �Each door leads to a hallway. The hallway, after about five feet, will fork. Girls go to the right, boys to the left.� She stares hard at the boys. �Do not try to go into the opposite gender�s dorms. It does happen,� Marcus adds an �every year� in there, �and it does hurt.� The boys all nod, and gulp.

Marcus takes over for Katerina. He looks over the First Years and nods. �There will be two to a room.� He looks over the girls and counts. �Except one boy. He will have his own room.� He looks over the girls again. �I know it seems unfair, but there are only five boys to six girls.�

^^Of course. I can�t get my own room. That would make life too easy. They�re going to see how thin I am and freak. This year is so not working out.^^

Katerina and walks over to the long, blank wall. Which is not blank. No. Between the fireplaces are small carvings. They�re all snakes, but they�re different kinds. In fact, Harry notes, the one they are currently standing in front of is a Common Garter Snake. It�s small and thin, but poisonous.

Katerina looks at the small carving and smiles. �Hello, Gar.� Harry rolls her eyes at the name. Katerina turns and faces the First Years again. �The password, for now, is �n00b.�� Harry, Hermione, and Daphne snicker at the word. The others don�t get it. Katerina, and Marcus, and several other students, look at the three girls strangely. Katerina shrugs and goes back to talking. �After awhile, Gar will recognize you and open as you walk towards him.�

The First Years all nod. They never heard the common room entrance open. They never realized someone else was there. That is, until he makes himself known with a drawl.

�Are we quite finished, Miss Bundy, Mr. Flint?�

Katerina, Marcus, and every other Slytherin, immediately turns to the door. Standing in front of it, or, really, leaning against it, is an older man who was sitting at the Professors� table. He�s tall, quite pale, and has long, greasy-looking, black hair. He smirks at the students.

Katerina answers. �Of course, Professor Snape.�

Professor Snape looks around the room. �I see that everyone has decided to use this time to mingle, rather than finish, or perfect, your holiday homework.� Instantly, the room is in chaos as all of the students rush off to get their holiday work to finish it.

Professor Snape turns back to the First Years. He raises a brow at Marcus and Katerina, who are still standing behind them.

�So you two are completely finished with your work?�

Katerina sets off towards the far thirty-foot wall. She disappears behind a tapestry rapidly. Marcus simply shrugs and walks to the closer thirty-foot wall, and disappears behind a painting.

Professor Snape looks over the First Years. His eyes linger on Harry, and an emotion akin to loathing intermingled with surprise flits rapidly through them. Harry doesn't think much on it.

�I am Professor Severus Snape. Your Head of House.� Most of the students nod excitedly. �I will tell you, but you probably won't believe me until tomorrow. We are not liked by other houses. In fact, you will, more than likely, find yourself at the wand-point of some student from another house by the end of the week. We are considered evil, dark, Death Eaters, and many other things.�

Most of the First Years look at him in understanding. **They all know. Their parents have told them. Harry Potter. She, too, looks understanding. That's a little surprising. .....She looks like her mother.** Severus mentally shakes himself and looks back at the First Year students.

�That is why we, as a house, act as a whole outside of this common room.� He points to the door. �Out there, we are Slytherin. We are one entity. We are a unit. If they attack one of us, they attack all of us. Within this room, and your dorms, you can hate each other as much as you want. But out there we cannot be weak.�

The First Years nod again. This time, as one. �Another thing. I don't care if you're a pureblood, a halfblood, or a muggle-born. It does not matter. We are better. We are Slytherin.�

He looks around and sighs. �The prefects will be given your schedules in the morning. They will give them to you before you head off to breakfast. Do not leave this common room without your schedule tomorrow.� He stares at them hard. �Because its a sunday, you are allowed to be late to your classes. By wednesday, you are expected to be to all of your classes on time. Talk to the other students, or explore the castle after classes, before curfew. But do not expect that I will be lenient with you in the regard of tardiness.�

With that said, Severus Snape leaves the First Years to their beds and heads to his own. He needs several stiff drinks. Enough to make him forget. He shrugs as he remembers that there's a staff meeting tonight. McGonagall will fill him in in the morning. Whether he wants to know or not.

The First Years, however, decide to head off to their beds. They walk over to the wall and say the password. This wall opens like a door pushed inward. The students walk down the stone hallway until they come to the fork. The boys go left while the girls go right.

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne are the head of the pack. They walk down the hallway, coming upon doors very quickly. There are two doors on the right, and one door on the left. The two doors on the right are about five feet apart, and the door on the left is between the two.

The doors are each made of a different kind of dark wood, and have little silver plaques on them. The silver plaques, each, have two names inscribed on them. The two doors on the right have 'Hermione Granger and Daphne Greengrass' and 'Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson' on them while the other has 'Tracey Davis and Harry Potter' on it.

Harry lets out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. ^^At least I'm not sharing a room with Hermes or Daff. I would have never been able to hide it from them. A total stranger. I can handle that.^^

Harry waves her two friends off and opens the door to her room. The room behind the door is similar to a study. It has two desks with two chairs, two separate shelves, and two comfortable-looking chairs in front of a fireplace. The room has rich green carpeting that Harry's feet sink into when she steps on it. The walls have lighter green, black, and silver fabric hanging over the walls to keep the warmth in. The furniture is all a deep, dark-stained rosewood with silver and green brocade, or silver and black baroque, fabric upholstery. The bookshelves are also made of the dark-stained rosewood, and empty.

Harry smiles. She spies two doors, one on either side. She walks to the nearest one and reads 'Tracey Davis' off of another silver plaque adhered to the surface.

Harry shrugs and walks to the other side of the room. She passes her roommate about halfway across the room. Tracey stops and looks at Harry. She's about five feet tall with long, blonde hair and hazel eyes. She smiles, and its apparent that she doesn't really know who Harry is.

�Hi. I'm Tracey. You must be Harry.� Harry nods. �Well. That appears to be your room, over there.� She points behind her and Harry smiles lightly.

�And that seems to be your room over there, Tracey.� Tracey smiles. �We should probably head off to bed. I think we're gonna need to get up early tomorrow.� Tracey looks at her blankly. �For classes.� Tracey's smile gets bigger and she quickly heads off to her room. �Good night, Tracey.� Harry doesn't look behind her as she walks to her door.

�Ops! Good night, Harry!�

Harry briefly passes her fingers over the plaque on her door. She relishes the feeling of her name engraved there. She quickly composes herself and walks into her room.

Her room is carpeted in black with dark-stained redwood furniture. Her bed is a masterpiece of snakes, green and black silk, and silver accents.

Harry wants to walk over and throw herself onto the bed, but refrains from doing so. She, instead, continues looking around the room.

There's another bookshelf in here. ^^Maybe they're trying to tell me something with this. Maybe I should read. And buy books. But, if my collection gets too large to fit in here, I will only move books out there that I want the others to know I'm reading.^^

There's no desk. No chair. No fireplace. ^^I guess they want us to socialize with our roommates.^^ Harry thinks back to the bubbly blonde. ^^I suppose. As long as she doesn't fit the profile those �blonde� jokes give that Dudley was oh-so fond of. But only around that one blonde girl who liked him.^^ Harry, in fact, rarely heard those kinds of jokes outside the presence of said girl. Harry shrugs and looks around the room again.

There are two doors that lead off of her room. She walks to the first one and opens it. Its a room. That's the only that can be said for it. The walls are bare stone. The floor, and ceiling, are also bare. The room is also rather large. In fact, its about thirty by thirty. ^^Hmmm... A bit large. I suppose I can practice spells in here. Wait! I have a potions class, don't I? Well then, I can set this room up as a potions lab as well.^^ Harry looks around the room again. ^^Well... Maybe I'll think of something else to use it for later in the year. Its really big. I wonder what they expect us to use it for.^^

Harry walks back out of the room and walks over to the other door. By process of elimination, this must be the door to the bathroom. Of course, this place may be just like Star Trek in that they never go to the bathroom. Harry shrugs again and opens the door.

The room beyond is beautiful. The tile is all done in soft greens with silver accents. All of the plumbing fixtures are silver. The cabinets are all made of red maple, naturally stained, and span a whole ten-foot wall. The mirror spans the whole ten-foot wall as well and has a red maple frame around it. The counter is silver-grained, green marble.

Harry walks over and runs her hand over the smooth surface of the marble. She continues to look around the room as she caresses the stone. She hears a soft purring in the back of her mind, but pays it no attention. Instead, she returns to her examination of the room.

The walls are light grey with silver fleur-de-lis occasionally accenting the walls. There's a tub set into the floor on the other side of the room. Its large. Larger than any tub Harry's ever seen. It looks more like a small pool than a tub. There are over thirty taps there ((43 to be exact)). Harry doesn't turn any on.

On either side of the tub are two doors. They're both of a dark, rich, red wood. Neither of them have plaques on them. On the two walls adjoining that wall are two other doors. The one that Harry just came through and, Harry assumes, a door to Tracey's room.

^^Of course we have to share a bathroom. That would make my life too easy.^^

Harry decides to ignore that door. She decides to go and check the door to the left of the tub. It leads to the toilet. There's only one. The small water closet ((from this passage forth, abbreviated WC or W.C.)) is decorated in much the same manner as the main bathroom.

Harry closes the door and walks over to the other door. The room beyond is ten by ten and is comprised, solely, of a shower. The whole room is a shower. It has at least seven shower heads that spray from different heights and angles, including a �rain� shower head falling from the ceiling. The tile is the same as the tile in the main room, but the whole shower is tiled. Even the ceiling. Harry turns around to look at the door and notes that it locks. She also notes that there's a little wooden table. It almost seems to be a nightstand. Harry shrugs and figures that it, and the door, are somehow waterproofed.

She quickly walks back out to her room, checks her own door to find that it also locks, and gather her bath supplies. She walks back into the bathroom to find Tracey examining it much the same way she had.

�I see that we shall be sharing a bathroom.�

Harry nods at her. �I was just bringing my toiletries in. I was going to take a shower before bed.�

Tracey nods and continues exploring. She looks through the two other doors and Harry chooses to ignore her as she finds a place to put her things.

She notes that there are drawers above the cabinets. And that the two on either end lock. Harry quickly piles most of her armful into the drawer and locking it before placing a few things on the counter. She sets out her toothbrush, paste, brush, a few band-aids, some disinfectant, and an antibiotic salve on the counter.

Tracey walks over and looks at what she's doing. �Why do you have those out?� She points to the band-aids, disinfectant, and antibiotic salve as she says it.

�I got a splinter on the boat. When I pulled it out, just a few minutes ago, it started bleeding. Its not that bad, but I don't want it to get infected.� Harry lies to the girl smoothly. After all, she's been lying to Hermes and Daff for years now. And they're far more skeptical than most.

Tracey simply shrugs. �I hope it gets better.� She then heads back to her room to, presumably, get her toiletries.

Harry then sets out looking for towels and wash-rags. After opening several cabinets, she finds it beneath her locked drawer.

Harry grabs a towel, a black wash-rag, and her mini-first-aid kit before heading to the shower. She removes her clothes and places them in the drawer in the table. She places the salve, disinfectant, and bandages on the top, and hopes that they'll also stay dry.

She turns on the nearest shower-head and checks. There seems to be almost an invisible shield that starts just above the tops of her bottles and covers the whole thing. Harry smiles thankfully and looks down.

((I wanted to end this here. But I don't, particularly, want to deal with half-chapters and things like that.))

Harry's body is covered with scars and healing wounds. The wounds are mostly healed, but there are a few that she managed to open again while at Hermione's. Thankfully, neither of the two girls noticed the blood.

Harry sighs inwardly. Its been getting easier and easier for her to keep everything from her two friends. She doesn't lie very often. She just doesn't tell them everything.

Harry quickly washes herself. She scrubs several scabs off and starts bleeding again. Once she's sure that she's got them all, she grabs the disinfectant and practically bathes herself in it. The open wounds sting. A lot. But she's not really that affected by it. She knows that this will help.

She had been feeling feverish as the day wore on. She knew that she was getting an infection. She doesn't want to deal with the school nurse just yet.

After a few minutes, the stinging stops and Harry washes the disinfectant off. She wipes her body clean softly. She doesn't want to irritate the wounds.

With all that done, Harry turns off the shower and grabs the antibiotic salve. She smoothes it over her open wounds, and several of the ones that are mostly closed, and covers them in the bandages. Once finished, Harry looks down again.

She looks like a mummy. Or a patient filing a malpractice lawsuit. But, at least her wounds are real.

Harry quickly dries the rest of her body and pulls out her pajamas.

They're more of Dudley's hand-me-downs. Harry can't wear the pants, but the shirt is big enough to cover her from neck to knees.

She walks out of the shower room and takes care of her other toiletries. She doesn't see Tracey and figures the other girl's already gone to bed. Harry shrugs. She doesn't really care. Her teeth are brushed. Her hair is brushed. Her face is washed. And she has no bandages on her face and neck.

She grabs the rest of her things and walks back to her bedroom. She locks her door and looks around again. She spies a hamper nearby and quickly drops her clothes from the day into it.

She walks back to her trunk and pulls out her clothes for the next day. Her black school robes with the Slytherin house emblem on it. She pulls out a plain white blouse and black slacks. She has her Slytherin tie and scarf. ((Its just starting to get nippy.)) Her black, wool, socks and shoes come out as well. She lines them up at the bottom of the huge bed.

She then walks around the bed and climbs into it. She doesn't set an alarm. She doesn't have to.

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AN: I actually had to rewrite part of this chapter. I went back to my research and found out that, if we include Hermione and Harry, there are an even number of girls. You never really hear about Harry's roommate in the books, but she's on the original plans for the book. I suppose that I could just leave her out, but I don't want to. Originally, Harry, Hermione, and Daphne were going to share a room and we were gonna get to meet a house-elf. But, that will be saved for later.

I have a few questions to ask.

> Should Harry end up befriending the Weasley twins later?

> Should Harry befriend Ginny?

> Should Snape still be too harsh on her?

> Who should take something during flying class? And what? From who?

> Should Harry start making friends with other houses?

> And, finally, should Harry expect that Voldemort will come back? And, if she does, what should she do about it?
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