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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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AN: I would like to thank everyone for all of the great ideas. leeann_pitbull and Mr. Galion. I would like to thank you guys in particular.

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Harry wakes early the next morning. Its very early. She doesn't even need a window to know that its before sunrise. She lounges in the luxurious bed for several minutes before picking herself up.

She takes a long time in the bathroom. Her toiletries take mere moments, but she takes her time examining her wounds. They're mostly closed. There are a few on her arms that are giving her problems, but she ignores them. She focuses on the wounds on her torso and legs first.

They all appear to be okay. She disinfects them calmly. The pain of the bubbling is easily ignored. Once its done, she slathers them with antibiotics and bandages them smoothly. After all, she wouldn't want any wrinkles under her clothes.

Harry walks back into her room and prepares for the day. She carefully packs her leather saddle-bag with quills, ink, parchment, and a few notes that Hermione insisted on them taking.

There was one problem with that. Harry had already read each of her books and memorized everything she thought important. What Hermione considered important and what Harry considered important were two completely different things.

Harry finishes packing her bag and digs through her trunk to find clothes for the day. She picks out a pair of nice, if somewhat baggy, black pleated pants and a long-sleeved, white, silk, button-up given to her by her Aunt. She pulls on the pants and the shirt.

She looks at the pants and decides to keep them. She looks at the shirt, thinks about the not-fully-healed wounds beneath the sleeves and decides to go with a similar shirt in black.

She looks over herself calmly and sighs. She can't really see anything. She silently wishes that she had a full-length mirror to look at.

Suddenly, next her bed, a full-length mirror appears. Harry is silently impressed as she walks over to it.

Harry looks over herself and sighs again. ^^I look much too dark. I need something else to go with it. If I just wear this, I'll be labeled dark for sure.^^

She returns to her trunk and rummages through her clothes until she finds something. She finally sees a silver sweater-vest. Its still very nice, and will add a touch of brightness to her overwhelming dark.

She then puts on her school robes and winter cloak. Upon looking at herself, she realizes that she looks like... Well, she's not sure. But she's not sure she likes it. She looks down and sighs as she notes that she's not wearing shoes.

Harry grabs a pair of socks and pulls on a brand-new pair of black leather riding boots. She's not sure why she bought them. But, after seeing how much money she had in the bank, she decided to splurge.

That done, Harry grabs one of her potions book and heads out to the common room.

Just as she though. No one else is out here yet. She sits on a couch next to the couch in the corner near their entrance and waits.

She's warm in her clothes, robe, and cloak, but she can still feel the heat from the roaring fire. She doesn't ask how the fires still going. She doesn't want to know.

Harry leans back into the couch and starts reading her book. After several hours, and chapters, the first of the students enter the common room. Harry doesn't recognize the boy that walks out of one of the doors. She doesn't care to either. The boy glares at her as he stalks towards her.

�And what are you doing up, 'ickle firstie'?�

Harry ignores the taunt and simply raises her eyes from the text. She looks him over, almost bored, and sighs. �I am waiting to get my class schedule so that I might go to breakfast.�

The older boy snorts. �You didn't answer my question.�

Harry looks at him curiously and furrows her brows in a way that everyone tells her is adorable. �Are you sure? I thought I had.� She scrunches her brows together more and appears to think hard. �Yes. I'm sure I had.�

The boy pauses for a second. He looks as though he, too, is going to call her adorable. But he stops himself.

�Why are you awake now?�

Harry wipes her face clean and shrugs. �I'm always awake at this time.� She then returns to her book. She watches the boy glare at her and stalk away.

Harry returns to her book in actuality. She's enjoying it. Potions is complicated and precise. She cannot wait until the first lesson. She wants to see if she will lose herself as easily to the making of potions as she thinks she will.

After another few minutes, the boy walks back over to her. He stares at her for a few moments before sitting next to her.

�My name's Adrian Pucey.� Harry raises a brow at the boy over her book. �I'm sorry that I acted like that. I remember when I was a first year. Everyone picked on me.� Harry watches the boy closely over the top of her book. �I wanted everyone to leave me alone. So, of course, I have to act the same way to every first year after me.�

Harry looks at the boy, Adrian, as though he's crazy. After a few moments of silence, she speaks up. �That is, by far, one of the st...rangest things I've ever heard.� She looks around, but no one else is up and out. �How old are you?�

Adrian laughs lightly at her. �I'm only a year ahead of you.�

Harry shrugs. �It doesn't matter to me.� She watches as another few students walk out of their dorms.

�So. What are you reading?�

Harry, again, raises her brow at the boy. He simply looks harder at the unmarked book. Harry exhales heavily and closes the book. She lays it in her lap with a finger holding her place. �Its a book that, technically, I should not have on campus.�

Adrian's eyebrows raise drastically. �I am correct that you are Harry Potter, right?� Harry nods. �What are you doing with a book like that?�

Harry looks at him hard. �I am reading a book that will help me.� She looks around the room and spies Katerina walking out of her dorm. �Now. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get my schedule.�

Harry quickly makes her way to the Prefect and waits calmly. Katerina finally notices her and looks at her quizically. �What are you doing up now?�

Harry almost groans. �You are the second person that has asked that question. Would you like the same answer I gave him or am I expected to think of an all-new answer?�

Katerina glares at the young girl. �No need to take that kind of tone with me.�

Harry calms herself in the face of the justifiably angry girl. �I'm sorry. I'm having a few issues. I have a slight pain and I have yet to have my morning caffeine.�

Katerina nods. �I understand. I sometimes get testy before I've had my morning coffee as well.� She reaches into her pile of papers and pulls out a schedule marked �Potter, Harriet.� She hands it over quickly. �I hope you enjoy your classes.�

Harry looks at the girl as though she's crazy. �Coffee?� She looks around the room. �No. Honestly? Can't stand it. Daphne drinks it like water and Hermione drinks a glass with her breakfast, but I can't. Its too strong.� Harry looks around cautiously and moves towards the other girl. She speaks in a soft whisper. �No. What I'm talking about is,� her voice lowers even more, �chocolate.�

Katerina looks at her, confounded. She opens her mouth to say something. Closes it. Opens it again. "Wh...." The First Year door opens and Harry's friends come out. They're followed by Tracey.

Hermione, Daphne, and Draco immediately walk over to her. "Harry. Why are you out here already?"

Harry shrugs. "I woke up early. I decided to come out and read a little." As if to prove her point, Harry holds up her book. Its title, Moste Potente Potions, is done in dark silver script over an emerald green field.

Draco snatches the book from her. "Where did you get this?"

"Why does it matter?"

Draco looks at her as one would look at a child. "This is a rare book. Even my family does not have a copy." Draco almost seems to caress the book.

Harry reaches up and slowly removes the book from Draco's grasp. "I found it in Bourges and Burke."

Draco looks at Harry, completely scandalized. "And what, exactly, were you doing in there?" Harry shrugs and Draco seems to get angry. "They will eat you alive in that area of the Wizarding World. And what would everyone think if they found out that you shopped there?" Harry takes a step back from Draco and looks him over. "And what are you looking at?"

"You. I never realized how much of a mother hen you are." Draco opens his mouth to say something, but Harry stops him. "I don't really care what the wizarding world thinks." Draco, again, looks scandalized. "They can all kiss a piece of my anatomy that I shall refrain from mentioning in such polite company." Upon saying the word "polite," Harry makes a point of looking at everyone else in the room. When she looks back at him, she continues on. "And they didn't even know who I was. Although, I'm sure that, if they did, no one would lay a hand on me." Draco raises a brow and Harry answers his silent question. "For fear of what I would do to them. Or what Dumbledore would do to them. Or what the Ministry would do to them."

Draco scoffs at the last one. "The ministry?! That's a laugh. They wouldn't even realize that you were dead if they were the ones who found you. No. I would not rely too heavily on the Ministry if I were you."

While they talk, Hermione and Daphne go get their class schedule. When they return, the conversation is still going. And not in the most pleasant of directions.

Harry shrugs at him again. "It doesn't matter. They still won't hurt me."

With that said, Harry walks out of the common room. Hermione and Daphne follow their friend out, wondering what's going on. They know better than to ask her now. They'll ask her at breakfast.

Therefore, the walk through the dungeons is silent. Mostly. Their footsteps echoe in the dark and, on occasion, there's a dripping sound. After ten minutes, they reach the stairs that lead up. Daphne and Hermione are quite impressed with their friend. She remembered the whole way out. She didn't get them lost. They don't think.

Upon entering the Great Hall, every eye is on them. Hermes and Daff watch Ri carefully. She seems to be holding up, but they know that the pressure is unbearable for her.

They sit at the Slytherin table and begin their first non-feast meal. Of course, there's so much food there that it could still be considered a feast, but that's beside the point. Hermione and Daphne immediately start grabbing food. Harry is much slower.

Once their plates are piled high with food, and they've eaten a good portion of it, Hermes and Daff turn to their friend.

Ri is eating some porridge. It doesn't look as though she's added anything to it, but they don't say anything about it. Instead, they start asking her questions.

"What was Draco talking about?" "And why was he so scared about it?"

Ri puts down her spoon with a sigh. "Let me explain. The book I had, Moste Potente Potions is a very rare book. It borders the ministry-drawn line of dark potions. I bought it in a shop called Bourges and Burke. Its a rare find. In fact, Mr. Burke was most unwilling to sell it to me. But I wanted the book." The girls both raise brows at their friend, knowing that she's leaving something out. Harry continues. "Bourges and Burke is located in a particularly shady part of the Wizarding World known only as Knockturn Alley."

When Ri says "Knockturn Alley" Daphne gasps. She whispers at her friend urgently. "You went shopping in Knockturn Alley?" Harry nods. "Why?! How?!"

Harry shrugs. "It was easy. And why not?"

Daphne looks at Ri as though she's crazy. "Knockturn Alley caters to the darker aspect of magic."

Harry almost growls. "I don't know enough about magic to categorize it." She looks over both of her friends. "And I refuse to do so until I know as much as I can."

Harry turns back to her porridge and refuses to speak to her two friends. She ignores their attempts at conversation and looks at her timetable. They have potions first. With the Gryffindors. Harry groans quietly.

She gets up and walks back towards the dungeons. She doesn't check to see if her friends are coming. She knows they're folowing her. She focuses on walking through the dungeons without getting lost.

Unbeknownst to her friends, Harry actually doesn't know her way around. She's listening to the snakes. There are snakes all over the castle. They prefer the dungeons because they're dark, but the only way out is the same way for the humans. So Harry was simply following the snakes. Now, however, Harry is listening for any complaints about smell.

It takes almost 15 minutes, but they make it to the potions room. The door is open and the girls walk in. It seems as though its two to a table. Harry doesn't want to deal with choosing someone to sit with, so she sits in the front row on the far left. She puts her bag down and waits.

Hermione sits down next to Harry and Ri smiles. She has yet to have an altercation with Hermes. She hopes to keep it that way.

Soon the whole class is filing in. Harry notes idly that all of the Slytherins sit on the same side as her, while the Gryffindors squeeze into the other side. There's a whole line of desks that act as a sort of border between the two halves. Harry can't help but smile at the whole thing.

"What are you smiling at, Potter?"

^^Oh great. Its fame-boy. I want to deal with this.^^

Harry turns and looks at the red-head. "I was actually smiling at the fact that I am in school."

Ronald Weasley rolls his eyes. "Right. I bet you just can't wait to be idolized by everyone."

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne, all look shocked. They stare at the red-head incredulously. Hermione opens her mouth to say something, when they're interrupted.

"30 points from Gryffindor. Sit down, Mr. Weasley."

Said Mr. Weasley turns scarlet and scampers off to find a desk. Professor Snape glares at his retreating back the whole time. "There will be no silly wand-waving in this class. No little incantations that cause pretty lights. If pretty lights spark in front of you, I guarantee that you've done something wrong."

Harry smirks as Proessor Snape continues. "This is potions. Most of you will not get the subtle, but beautiful, art that it is. In fact, most of you will probably hate it with all of your being. But I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, and put a stopper in death."

All of the Slytherins are enraptured by the speech. A few of the Gryffindors share thir enthusiasm. But most of them are simply staring straight ahead.

"Mr. Weasley." Ron jumps in his seat and snaps to attention. "What would I get if I added together powdered asphodel and Unicorn blood?" Ron shakes his head. "Where would I look if I wanted to find a bezoar?" Again, Ron shakes his head. "And what, exactly, is the purpose of adding pure cacao to any potion?" Ron shakes his head again. He is now shaking.

Professor Snape looks over the room and looks at Harry. "Miss Potter?"

"Powdered Asphodel and unicorn blood gives you the draught of the living dead. You would find a bezoar in a goat's stomach. And pure cacao..." Harry pauses and turns red. "...makes any aphrodesiac twice as strong, and will add an aphrodesiac quality to whatever potion its added to."

"10 points to Slytherin. This is the second times I've been surprised by you Miss Potter. In as many days." He turns and walks to his desk. "I expect a 13" essay detailing the use of Asphodel and Cacao as potions ingredients by our next class meeting. Class dismissed."

Harry grabs her bag and gets up. The class was short, but she still needs to find her way to the next one. She's almost out the door when someone pushes her backwards. Hard. She's sent sprawling into a desk.

Harry feels one of her ribs break and groans. She knows that most, if not all, of her healing wounds are open and bleeding again. She clutches her side and glares at the retreating back of Ron Weasley. She feels liquid soak her hand and knows that its worse than she first thought.

"Miss Potter, are you okay?"

Harry had completely forgotten that the Professor was still in the class. As she refocuses on the room, she realizes that Hermione, Daphne, and Draco stayed as well.

"Its okay. I've had worse." Not a lie.

"I'm sure Miss Potter, but I think that you should let Madame Pomfrey take a look at it."

Harry raises a brow. "Madame Pomfrey?"

"She's the school nurse." Harry shakes her head. "Miss Potter, I simply must insist." Harry turns to leave and Snape grabs her arm. He pulls back immediately upon feeling liquid.

Harry sprints ot the door with her friends in tow and Severus looks down at his hand. Its soaked in blood. Not just a small amount from a small cut. No. The blood almost drips from his hand and he barely toushed her for a second.

::She couldn't have gotten this from that fall. She hit her side. Not her arm. What's going on?::

Severus spends the rest of the day thinking about it. Its almost dinner when the thought strikes him. He almost swears aloud. Instead, he takes points from an unsuspecting Lee__. He feels a little better, but he now needs to figure out what to do about it.

First things first. Severus has to get Miss Potter alone so that they can talk about it. He has no doubt in his mind that she won't discuss it in front of her friends.

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A/N: I know that this isn't the whole thing, but I'm going to have a second paragraph dedicated to the rest of the day. It just seemed like a really good spot to end it. I hope you enjoy it.

I would like some more feedback, though. I thank everyone for reviewing. I love you all. So, here goes: should Harry try to take over the ministry? If so, should she start scheming now, or later?
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