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Shades of Black	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 24400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever claimed to and
never will own Harry Potter.

A/N 1: AFF.net cut off most of my chapters
apparently so I�m reposting all of it.
Sorry but I�m not copying all my A/Ns from the chapters, I�m not even going
to put a disclaimer on each one. The
disclaimer at the top of this chapter applies to all subsequent chapters. I am also sorry to say that I�m deleting the
current Shades of Black to put the fixed one up. I have saved all your wonderful reviews
though and hope to hear more. 205
reviews is a lot to lose and I have doing it this way but I don�t really have
too much of a choice.

Note: This starts right before the sorting in Harry
Potter and the Sorcerer�s Stone (pg 135 in my paperback copy). I�m assuming (I know I shouldn�t assume
because it makes an ass out of u and me but I think it�s alright this time)
that you know the background and what happened in the beginning. I�m not sure what possessed me to write this
but I am. I decided, the moment that I
read it for the first time, that I wanted Harry to be in Slytherin. Sorry if this has been done before but I�m
going to put my own spin on it. On
another note, I am not JK Rowling; I do not own Harry Potter. So, with that out of the way let�s begin.

Chapter 1

�You�ll
soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others,
Potter. You don�t want to go making
friends with the wrong sort. I can help
you there.� Draco Malfoy purred, holding his hand out to Harry.

The
red head, Ron Weasley, was seated next to Harry and a rather pudgy boy with a
toad called Neville Longbottom (the boy, not the toad), was seated nearby. Harry looked at the offered hand for a moment
before taking it with a smile. Something
had drawn him to the pale boy, he wanted to know more. An audible gasp was heard from Ron, he looked
appalled by the turn of events and Neville wasn�t faring much better. They looked horrified at Harry�s action. Draco smiled, his attitude seeming to change
towards the young black haired man.

�Come
on Harry. We�re almost there.� Draco
said with a smile.

Harry
got up, forgetting about Ron and Neville.
He wasn�t sure where this sudden change of heart had come from but Draco
was right, he could help him. Draco
sneered at the other two in the cabin and together the four of them, four
because of the two thugs, Crabbe and Goyle, walked out, leaving Ron and Neville
stunned at the actions of their supposed new friend. Harry didn�t look back; sure that he had made
the correct decision.

Upon
their arrival the voice of the half-giant, Hagrid, could be heard calling over
the large group of students, �Firs� years!
Firs� years over here! All right
there, Harry?� He asked with a smile causing Harry to sneer, not wanting to
associate with the half-breed, �C�mon, follow me � any more firs� years? Mind yer step,
now! Firs� years follow me!�

The
group of first years made their way over the slick rocks, following him to the
lake. Draco didn�t look happy about
taking orders from the big oaf; Harry had a similar expression on his
face. Something inside him had snapped
the building up of years of mental abuse had caused him to crack. He didn�t really care all that much, he just
wanted acceptance, and Draco had offered it to him. Harry was looking forward to this year, to
seeing what house he was going to be in, and people�s reactions.

�No
more�n four to a boat!� Hagrid called breaking Harry
from his thoughts as they came upon a group of boats. Draco and Harry got in one followed by the
two dimwitted goons, �Everyone in?� Hagrid asked so everyone could here, �Right
then � FORWARD!� When they finally arrived at the school they were greeted by a
witch in emerald green robes. Her black
hair was tied back in a bun, �The firs� years, Professor McGonagall.� Hagrid said,
turning them over to her care.

�Thank
you, Hagrid. I will take them from
here.� She said, pulling the doors open.

The
entrance hall spread out before them. It
was huge and Harry took in the sights for a bit as they were ushered
inside. Draco and Harry stayed close
together, not wanting to be separated in the throng of people. Soft talking echoed through the group of
first years, wondering how they were going to be sorted. No one had been told what to expect and if
they had it wasn�t sound very reliable.
Draco and Harry looked at each other for a moment before Professor
McGonagall spoke up.

�Welcome
to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet
will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will
be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting
is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be
something like your family within Hogwarts.
You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House
dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room. The four Houses are called Gryffindor,
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.
Each House has its own noble history and each his produced outstanding
witches and wizards. While you are at
Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking
will lose House points. At the end of
the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great
honor. I hope each of you will be a
credit to whichever House becomes yours.
The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the
rest of the school. I suggest you all
smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.�

The
room was filled with hushed whispers about the infamous sorting ceremony. Before long the doors opened and Professor
McGonagall ushered the nervous first years into the Great Hall. The ceiling seemed like a giant skylight,
looking exactly like it did outside.
Harry looked around at for a bit, taking everything in. There were four tables, one for each house,
lined up in front of the staff table at the end of the hall. In front of the staff table was a stool with
a battered looking hat sitting on it.
Harry looked at it wearily, unsure what would happen. Suddenly it began to speak, its voice for
everyone to hear.

�Oh,
you may not think I�m pretty,

But
don�t judge on what you see,

I�ll
eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You
can keep your bowlers black,

Your
top hats sleek and tall,

For
I�m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And
I can cap them all.

There�s
nothing hidden in your head

The
Sorting Hat can�t see,

So
try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You
might belong to Gryffindor,

Where
dwell the brave at heart,

Their
daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set
Gryffindor apart;

You
might belong to Hufflepuff,

Where
they are just and loyal,

Those
patient Hufflepuffs are true

And
unafraid of toil;

Or
yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If
you�ve a ready mind,

Where
those of wit and learning,

Will
always find their kind;

Or
perhaps in Slytherin

You�ll
make your true friends,

Those
cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So
put me on! Don�t be afraid!

And
don�t get in a flap!

You�re
in safe hands (though I have none)

For I�m a Thinking Cap!�

The
entire hall burst into applause as the hat finished its rhyme. A sigh of relief came from Ron who had
managed to maneuver himself closer to Harry, almost seeming like he wanted to
try to get the black haired boy away from Draco. Harry scowled as Ron softly whispered to him.

�So
we�ve just got to try on the hat! I�ll
kill Fred; he was going on about wrestling a troll.�

Harry
narrowed his eyes and Draco looked over at him, scowling, �Leave
me alone.� Harry hissed to the red head, he was tired of people trying to
pretend to be his friends. There was
something about the red head that was off-putting, that made Harry cringe. He wasn�t sure why but he had a feeling his
attempts weren�t really genuine, that it was because of his fame and not
because of who he was, �I don�t want to talk to you.�

Ron
looked taken aback but at that moment Professor McGonagall stepped forward with
a long roll of parchment, �When I call your name, you will put on the hat and
sit on the stool to be sorted.� She said before beginning with the first name
on the list.

Hermione,
a girl that Harry had met on the train, was put into Gryffindor, as were Ron
and Neville. Draco was placed into
Slytherin. Finally it was Harry�s turn. When his name was read murmurs spread through
the hall, wondering if it was really him.
He growled to himself and sat on the stool, the hat placed on his head.

�Hmm.� The hat was talking to him, causing him to scowl,
�Difficult. Very
difficult. Plenty of courage, I
see. Not a bad mind either. There�s talent, oh my goodness yes � and a
nice thirst to prove yourself, now that�s interesting�So where shall I put
you?�

Harry�s
scowl deepened and he thought, �What do you think?� He sneered mentally.

�You
could be great and Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness. Yes, yes, I think that would be best for
you.� It said to him, he realized that only he could hear what the hat was
saying, �SLYTHERIN!� He said for the whole hall to hear.

Harry
half smiled and took the hat off, striding over to the table where Draco was
seated. The Slytherin�s cheered and as
Harry looked up at the head table, the old man in the middle who he had a
feeling was the headmaster, looked back at him.
He didn�t look pleased by where Harry had been placed but he hid it
well. Draco smiled at him and patted him
on the back; Harry turned to him and smiled in return. He had a feeling that this was going to be a
good year. After everyone was sorted
into their respective houses the headmaster stood. Harry realized that he was the same man on
the wizarding card he had gotten from the chocolate frog, Albus Dumbledore.

�Welcome!�
He said with a smile, he seemed happy to see all the students although Harry remembered
the way he had looked when he had been sorted into Slytherin and rolled his
eyes, �Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!
Before we begin our banquette, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit!
Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Thank you!� He said before sitting back down. Now Harry thought the man was just daft. Who says words like that in succession? By the look on Draco�s face he was thinking
along the same lines.

He
looked back at the table and it was covered in food. Draco began filling his plate and Harry
joined him. Gods he was hungry. The Dursleys had never really given him a
decent meal and all this food looked delicious.
They all ate happily until Harry spotted a ghost covered in silvery
blood. Harry blanched a bit, unsure what
to think. Draco seemed to notice and
whispered in his ear.

�That�s
the Bloody Baron. My father told me that
he�s our house�s ghost.� He said with a shudder. Harry nodded, �Rather disgusting, isn�t it?�

�Yes.�
Harry hissed, rolling his eyes.

Finally
the food was done. Everyone seemed sated
and happy with the food. Throughout the
meal Harry and Draco worked on ignoring the ghost who seemed strangely drawn to
where they were seated. They weren�t
very happy about that but who�s going to tell a ghost covered in blood to
bugger off?

�How
many of those red haired gits are there?� Harry asked
softly, looking over at the Gryffindor table.

Draco
looked disgusted, �Far too many.� He sneered, �They reproduce like bloody
rabbits.� Harry laughed at the analogy, �I have a lot to teach you Harry.� He
said with a smile, �Since you were with those idiot Muggles for so long.�

Harry
nodded, �I hate them.� He said softly, �Disgusting.�

Draco
nodded in agreement, �Bloody Mudbloods.� He sneered, motioning over to Hermione
Granger, �They�re worse then Muggles.�

He
raised an eyebrow, �Oh?�

�No
Mudblood would ever make it in Slytherin, two Muggle parents. They shouldn�t even be here.� Harry chuckled;
it seemed Draco was already rubbing off on him.
Draco was about to speak again when Dumbledore stood up.

�Ahem
� just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give
you. First years should note that the
forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well
to remember that as well.� He said, looking at the Weasley twins, �I have also
been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should
be used between classes in the corridors.
Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House
teams should contact Madam Hooch. And
finally, I must tell you that this year; the third-flood corridor on the
right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very
painful death.� Harry scowled and Draco snorted in disgust, �And now, before we
go to bed, let us sing the school song!� Dumbledore
said happily, the other teaches had fixed smiles on their faces. Dumbledore flicked his wand and a golden
ribbon snaked out, winding itself into words, �Everyone pick their favorite
tune and off we go!�

With
that they began to sing although Draco, Harry, and most of the other Slytherins
chose not to join in.

�Hogwarts,
Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach
us something please,

Whether
we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees.

Our
heads could do with filling

With
some interesting stuff,

For
now they�re bare and full of air,

Dead
flies and bits of fluff,

So
teach us things worth knowing,

Bring
back what we�ve forgot,

Just
do your best, we�ll do the rest,

And
learn until our brains all rot.�

Everyone
finished at different times, the last were the Weasley twins, singing at a
funeral march. Harry rolled his
eyes. Dumbledore looked ecstatic; he was
clapping the loudest when the song ended, while Draco looked bored.

�Ah, music.� He said, wiping his eyes, �A magic beyond all
we do here! And now,
bedtime. Off you trot.�

Everyone
stood and followed their respective house�s prefects. Draco and Harry followed after their prefect,
lead down into the dungeons. It wasn�t
all that bad; the only real thing that he didn�t care for was the lack of
windows. They walked to a stone wall
causing Harry to scowl. There wasn�t any
sign of a door. The prefect stopped and
looked at it for a moment before speaking.

�Meracum sanguis.� He said with a smile, the wall slid open.

They
all walked inside and the wall slid closed behind them, �What does meracum sanguis
mean?� Harry asked Draco once they were inside.

He
whispered back, �Pure blood.� He replied.

Harry
nodded in reply. The common room they
entered was bathed in a green glow from the hanging lamps. A fire burned on one wall and comfortable
chairs and couches were arranged around the room. From there they were directed to their
rooms. Because they had the dungeons to
themselves, except for the potions classroom and Professor Snape�s office,
Snape just happened to be their head of house as well, it was divided into two
students per room. Draco and Harry were
sharing one. The four poster beds were
done up in green and silver, Slytherin colors.
It was actually quite warm in the dungeons and as Harry looked around
the room he would be sharing he noticed that his trunk was already there. Draco lay out on his bed with a sigh.

�What
do you think Harry?� He asked, looking up at his
canopied bed, green curtains edged with silver were tied to the posts.

�Nice.�
He replied, sitting on his own bed.

He
smiled, �Anything you want to know? I
realize you�ve been away from our world for quite awhile but I�m going to help
you.� He was being nice, not the front he put on in front of some of the
others.

�Purebloods versus Mudbloods.� He said, tracing the silver
patters in the velvet duvet.

He
smiled at that, �We�re purebloods, our parents being a witch and wizard. Mudbloods come from Muggles.� Harry nodded in
understanding, �Then of course there�s squibs.� Harry
raised an eyebrow, �Someone who�s born to a witch and wizard but doesn�t have
an ounce of magical talent, pathetic really.� He looked rather disgusted by the
concept, �We should be getting to bed, I can teach you more later.�
He said, changing into some night clothes.

�Thanks
Draco.� Harry replied, following suit.
Once they were in bed the lights turned off and they fell asleep,
wrapped in soft velvet and silk.
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