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The Dark Angel by SoulofSlytherin

Format: Short story
Chapters: 15
Word Count: 15,867
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Violence

Genres: Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Snape, Lucius, Narcissa, Draco
Pairings:

First Published: 12/16/2006
Last Chapter: 02/09/2007
Last Updated: 02/09/2007

Summary:







A six year old Harry Potter runs away from his relatives’ house after an incident including the school roof leads to his worst punishment ever. He is found, nearly dead by a most unlikely person. That person decides to raise him as a member of his own family, and Harry Potter is not at all what Albus Dumbledore expects his young hero to be when he arrives at Hogwarts


Chapter 1: The Flight of the Hero
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Chapter 1
The Flight of the Hero  



 



Six year old Harry Potter was running, his pursuers were quickly closing in behind him and his eyes darted back and forth searching for a place to hide. He spotted a large trash barrel and he attempted to duck behind it, closing his eyes for but a second. His pursuers closed in on the trash barrel and looked behind it gasping in shock when the scrawny boy was no where to be found.



 



“He’s disappeared!” a boy called Piers called.



 



“Impossible,” another remarked.



 



Dudley Dursley stood staring at the spot where he was sure his cousin had crouched only moments before. He finally sighed and snarled, “Come on, let’s go find someone else.”



 



The other boys growled in agreement and swept behind the fat boy out onto the vast playground. The other children moved quickly out of their way as they passed, praying that they would not be the next victim of the gang. Far out of reach, a young raven haired boy stared down at his cousin’s retreating back from where he crouched, on top of the school building.



 



He watched in despair as the other children went inside and he frowned, knowing that none of them would notice his absence until they reached the classroom. It was cold up on the school building as the November air whipped around the young boy. He whimpered slightly, pulling his legs close to his torso, hoping that they would find him and help him down soon.



 



The teacher Miss. Martlet looked around the classroom her eyes skimming the class until they fell on an empty desk in the back of the class. “Does anyone know where Harry Potter is?” She asked sternly.



 



There was a chorus of no’s and she frowned slightly and went over to the phone. She muttered something to someone on the other end and hung up continuing her lesson.



 



The vice-principal of the school took several available teachers and began to search the outside for the small boy, after an hour of searching; they spotted the boy huddled on the roof of the school. “Get him down from there,” the men snarled, “And call his guardians.”



 



Harry soon found himself sitting in the principal’s office with a tall cold man sitting in front of him.



 



“What were you doing up there?” he demanded.



 



“I dunno,” Harry murmured, his teeth still chattering.



 



“How’d you get up there?”



 



“I don’t know.”



 



“What do you mean you don’t know? Surely you had to have climbed up there somehow?”



 



“I jumped.” The small boy stuttered.



 



“Impossible, boy!” the man hissed. “Tell the truth!”



 



“I am,” Harry said in a small voice.



 



Finally after getting no further answers from the small boy the principal sent him home. His uncle was less than enthused, in fact he was infuriated. As soon as they had arrived at their home he had pushed the small boy up against the wall and yelled,



 



“WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?”



 



“It, wasn’t my fault Uncle Vernon, it just happened, it was like magic!” The man called Vernon slapped him across the face,



 



“THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!”



 



“I didn’t do it!” He grabbed him by the collar and threw him into his cupboard, hard.



 



Harry felt something crunch as he landed in a heap on his small cot in the cupboard under the stairs, he was sobbing and holding his frail hand to his chest. He tried to breathe in and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He cried out in agony and allowed the darkness to take him.



 



He was unaware at how much time past while he was laying unconscious in his cupboard, but he was rudely awoken by his uncle shaking him and pulling him out of the cupboard.



 



“You will learn respect, freak.” He snarled and hit him with a leather belt on the back, causing the small boy to gasp in surprise. He hit him repeatedly, ignoring the crying protests of the small boy. Harry collapsed to the ground sobbing, the cruel man unceremoniously threw the boy into the cupboard and he again felt a small crack, this time in his wrist.



And so it went on, Vernon and Petunia Dursley had told the school that he was ill with phenomena and would not be back in school for several weeks, they had bribed Dudley not to say anything to anyone who asked about the small boy.



 



One night, when Petunia and Dudley were asleep, Vernon came into the cupboard. This time was worse then all of the previous beatings because this time, Vernon Dursley was drunk.



 



“Get up, FREAK!” he yelled, punching the battered boy in the eye. He whimpered slightly as the fist made contact. Vernon threw the boy into the kitchen table, causing the undernourished boy to hit his head hard on the table, as his hand went to his head, the small boy could feel blood trickling out of a gash on his head. His uncle made to hit him again and he automatically brought his hands up in self defense. His uncle attempted to hit the boy, but was stopped by some unseen force, seeing a break in the torture, the young boy ran for it. He ran strait out of the door and down the street. He did not hesitate when he came to the dark forest that loitered on the edge of town and he ran into the forest not looking back.



           



            It was snowing heavily and it was bitter cold, Harry ran for miles he lost speed rapidly as he got deeper into the forest, he was starting to feel the adrenaline rush leave him and in its place the pain of his wounds were starting to come back. He collapsed in the middle of the forest, in the middle of a storm. As he fell his ankle twisted beneath him and his head hit a tree. He curled up into a tight ball and lay shivering in the cold, the heavy snow falling down onto him. 

A/n: Read and Review everyone! and don't forget to check out my other story Harry Potter and the Folly of Dumbledore


Chapter 2: The Rescue
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Chapter 2



The Rescue



 



            It was a down right blizzard as the wizard wandered through the forest. This was truly his element. The woods kept him calm and relaxed as he lightly walked around the forest, his feet not sinking in the snow. He looked up and felt the cold snow melt upon his face, how he enjoyed the wetness on his face as the snow turned to water. He often traveled the forests in Britain, favoring the one that surrounded his large home, but tonight he was exploring new territory that he had never explored before. It wasn’t a magical forest, as the one by his estate was, but in a way he enjoyed it more because it wasn’t magical. Magical forests retain most of their animals in the wintertime, but in the non-magical forest that he was currently wandering, miles from civilization, many of the animals were absent, hibernating in the cold weather, anxiously awaiting the warmth that spring brought.



            It was growing late and the forest was pitch black, but the man did not care. He could see perfectly, a gift graciously given by his ancestors. His entire family was blessed with the ability to see in the dark. Special abilities were something that came with being a pureblooded wizard. He could not tell you exactly where in the forest he was, if he had to point it out on a map, but he knew that he was near the center, miles away from those muggle towns that bordered the forest. The sounds of human life did not make it out into the forest; in fact the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the man’s own breathing.



The sun had long set and it had to have been sometime past midnight. The man sighed knowing that his wife would grow worried if he stayed away any longer. He was about to head home when a soft whimper to his right alerted him that he was not along, turning expecting to see a small animal cowering in the cold, he was surprised to see a large blob laying in the snow, it was half covered in snow, so he decided to investigate. As he grew closer he realized that the blob was a small child, it was not the presence of the small child in the forest that made him gasp however; it was the pool of blood that stained the snow near the boy’s head.


When he bent down the boy seemed to notice his presence and muttered ever so softly, “No, stay away.”


The man’s heart immediately went out to the frightened child, and he responded, “Shhh, young one, it’ll be alright.”


He lifted the child in his arms, but was at loss at what to do. He didn’t know if the child was magical or not. If he wasn’t then he could face problems with the ministry. The man knew that the child would die if he didn’t help him immediately so he finally decided muggle or not, the boy was coming home with him. A second later the boy and the man were gone, the only remnants of their presence was a pool of blood and some footprints, quickly being covered by the falling snow.



The man appeared in the foyer to his grand home, “Dobby,” he called softy.


A house-elf appeared, “Yes master?”


“Tell Narcissa to meet me in the guest room closest to the master bedroom, and bring some healing potions and supplies.”



“Yes master.”


The man walked into a large bedroom and sat the small boy down; he took the broken glasses off the boys face and set them on the bed table.



“Lucius,” a woman said entering the room, when she saw the small child lying on the bed she gasped, “Who is that?”


“I don’t know, but he is very injured, I found him in the forest a few miles from Surrey.”


“What were you doing in Surrey?” the woman called Narcissa asked.


“Just wanted a change of scenery,” the man said examining the boy’s wrist. “It’s broken,” he announced. He checked over other parts of the boy’s body with a flick of his wrist, “Four broken ribs, one wrist is broken, the other arm is broken just below the elbow, his ankle is sprained, and he has a large gash on his head.”



“Oh, dear,” Narcissa said coming to the bed. “I don’t know if we can heal this. However did he get all these injuries?”



“I don’t know.”



Narcissa set to work healing him, she suddenly whispered frightened, “Lucius, he has a very big fever.”


“Do what you can,” Lucius instructed.



Narcissa nodded and carefully wiped the blood from the boy’s forehead, she gasped in surprise.



“What is it?” Lucius asked curiously. 



“He’s…he’s…. Harry Potter,” she whispered.



“What?” he said coming over and looked surprised at the presence of the lightning bolt scar. “And Dumbledore says he fights for the light,” he spat. “Not even the dark lord would let a child of his ally’s get hurt so badly.” He spun on his heel and exited the room, leaving Narcissa and the house elves to their work. An hour later Narcissa came out, “Lucius, he’s not going to make it,” she said softly.


“He has too!”



“Unless…” Narcissa continued, “We make him one of us.”


“Cissy, we can’t do that, the ministry will…”



“Lucius, you have influence in the ministry, not to mention we have legal claim over the boy while in the magical world anyway.”



“We do?” he said surprised. “How do you figure?”


“Well, firstly, James Potter was your cousin.”



“Yes, I knew that, but that is hardly close enough…”


“Add that to the fact that his godfather was my cousin and is currently in Azkaban and we have the entire legal claim to him.



“But, his muggle family is a closer relation.”



“Yes, but the law clearly states that unless no magical relatives remain a child born into the magical world may not be removed from it.”


Lucius gasped. “I never realized that, we will make him one of us.”



“Good, come into the room then, and bring Draco,” Narcissa said reentering the bedroom where the boy-who-lived lay on the brink of death. 

A/n: Wow that was shorter than i anticipated, but they'll get longer....anyway..... Any predictions on what "One of us" means?


Chapter 3: Harry James Calais Potter Malfoy
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A/n: Sorry it took so long.... Holidays and everything you know... hope to have another up soon 

Chapter 3


Harry James Calais Potter Malfoy



A small six year old boy with silver-blond hair walked sleepily into a dark room, followed by his father, “Mother,” the boy drawled, “Wha-“ he stopped suddenly his eyes falling on the young boy bleeding on the bed next to his mother.



“This is Harry Potter,” Narcissa answered the boy’s unasked question. “Your new brother.”



“We are going to make him one of us; do you know what that means, Draco?” Lucius asked.



The boy looked at his father strangely and responded, “It’s got to do with blood and a ceremony.



 “Exactly,” Lucius beamed proud that his son had grasped the concept so quickly. “We need to surround the bed.”



 Narcissa stood on the right side of the bed and Draco on the left, Lucius opted for the end of the bed and he produced a small silver dagger. He cut his palms with the blade and handed it to Narcissa; she repeated the process and then proceeded to do the same to the unconscious boy. She handed the dagger to the small child and he looked sheepishly at his parents before he too cut his palms with the dagger. All three then took a turn pressing their palms to the small boy’s palms. When the blood was mixed, they held hands forming a protective circle over the small boy.



Draco, though only six years old himself, found himself knowing what to do by instinct the moment the circle joined. Lucius started chanting,



 “Blood of the Father, given to the son.”



Narcissa continued, “Blood of the Mother, given to the young.”



Draco gulped and responded, “Blood of the brother, flowing willingly to his kin.”



All three voices joined together, “Alli, mandrante lo foenetro weh tu fahtro.”



Lucius continued alone, “Blood of the noble flow to blood of the innocent.”



Narcissa joined in, “Blood of the young, combine with blood of the old.”



 Draco joined, “Blood of the Malfoy’s join with the innocent. Alli mandrante lo foenetro weh tu fahtro.”



 Draco continued alone, “Transform my brother into one of the fair.”



 Narcissa joined, “Give him strength and let him flourish.”



Lucius joined the chant, “May he always call where our blood rests home. Alli mandrante lo foenetro weh tu fahtro.”



 Lucius continued alone for the last verse, “Alli mandrante lo foenetro weh tu fahtro, mah falo trahno ka len defo va, Alli mandrante lo foenetro weh tu fahtro.”



 The trio finished with a loud, “SUPATRE!”



 Before their eyes the young boy changed, his wounds seemed to dissolve slightly as his features changed. His ears became slightly less rounded and his hair changed from a raven color to a silver blond with raven highlights falling into his eyes. On his right shoulder a small white mark appeared. It was the roe trasenet. The roe trasenet was a birth mark that all of the Malfoy line had. The roe trasenet was what showed their allies that they were friends, not foes. Lucius Malfoy, and his wife Narcissa and Draco were not human, they were elves.



 When many people in their society thought of an elf, they thought of a house elf, but house elves were not the only type of elves. There were three major types of elves, the house-elves, the wood elves, and the blood elves. The Malfoy’s were blood elves. Blood elves were a cross between a vampire and a wood elf. They had many of the same strengths as each of these races, but they mingled with wizarding society as they appeared more human than elf or vampire.



Blood elves were not good or evil. They often had dark characteristics because of their dark relatives, and the dark arts came easily to them, but most continued to live a life outside the pull of what wizards called, “the dark side.” Lucius Malfoy was a spy for the blood elves in the dark lord’s forces and the ministry, it was not known to anyone outside of the Blood elves that they even had a government, not to mention an army. The Malfoy’s were traditionally very powerful in the Blood elf government. Every King of the Blood elves has always had a Malfoy as an advisor.



Lucius Malfoy looked at the still form of the now sleeping boy, “He will not wake tonight,” he told his family, “It is best if we get some sleep, but first, we must alter his name,” He touched his wand to the boy’s forehead and muttered, “Harry James Calais Potter Malfoy, or Calais Malfoy, to those who ask.”



Narcissa nodded and all three of them quietly left the room.










 
Harry Potter awoke early the next morning from a strange light seeping through his eyelids.





Where am I? He thought. It’s much too bright to be my cupboard and whatever I’m sleeping on is very comfortable. Am I at the hospital? I don’t remember anything…wait, I ran away, did somebody find me? The boy forced his eyes open and he gasped at the room he was laying in. It was the most elegant place he had ever laid eyes on.


“You’re awake,” a kind voice said from the doorway as the boy sat up to get a better view of his surroundings. The boy jumped and immediately his hand flew to his face in alarm. The woman scowled at the boy’s reaction and she walked over to the cowering boy, “Shhhh, Harry it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” She whispered.


The boy timidly looked up at her and whispered, “How did you know my name?”


Narcissa laughed, “Harry, you’re a wizard.”


“Magic doesn’t exist,” the boy said crossing his arms.


“Who told you that?” Narcissa snapped, causing the boy to cower in alarm.



“Uncle Vernon,” he mumbled into his pillow. She placed a soothing hand on his shoulder and asked,



“Was he the one that hurt you?”



The boy looked up at her with his green eyes glistening with tears, she noticed for the first time the specks of blue-gray inside his eyes and she smiled slightly. He nodded ever so slightly.



 “You’re Uncle Vernon is a cruel man, Harry, he nearly killed you, actually he would have if my husband and I hadn’t done some quick thinking. Now this might come as a shock to you, but we had to use magic to heal you, and this magic made you part of our family, it even made you look like us,” Narcissa told the boy. She handed him a small mirror and he gasped at his reflection. His once messy black hair was silky and blond. It had black streaks in it. He saw to his amazement that he no longer needed glasses and that his green eyes had flecks of blue in them, “Wow,” he said in awe. 



“Harry, due to safety reasons we’ll need to call you by your new middle name and Malfoy, so we’ll be calling you Calais, around other people.” Harry nodded. “Harry James Calais Potter Malfoy,” she repeated. The boy crossed his eyes in confusion.



 “How’d you know my full name?” he asked. “Is James my middle name too?”



 Narcissa looked taken aback for a minute and then smiled kindly, “Yes Harry,” she responded, “And as for how I knew your name, my husband was your father’s cousin.” Harry nodded. “I have a son your age, Harry, would you like to meet him?” Harry just looked at her. “I’ll send him in, but you should stay in bed.”



She left the room and told Draco to keep the boy company.



“Lucius,” Narcissa said walking into his study, “He doesn’t know anything, didn’t even know his middle name, not to mention he is afraid of me.”



 Lucius frowned, “No child should have to go through that.”



“Do you know much about James and Lily Potter?” Narcissa asked.



 “Other than what I found out at school, Cissa we were three years older than them, and in a different house, no I hardly know anything.”



 “What about Severus?” Narcissa asked. “He was in their year.”



“He’s too close to Dumbledore,” Lucius stated, “I don’t want Dumbledore to find out that Harry is here until Harry is old enough to understand.”



 Narcissa sighed, “Is there anyone that we can trust that knew them?”



“I’m afraid not,” Lucius responded. “Anyone that knew them well is too close to Dumbledore.”



 “It’s unfortunate that the poor boy’s going to grow up not knowing anything about his parents.”



 “Would it have been any different if we had left him with those muggles?” Lucius asked.



 “I suppose not,” Narcissa sighed.



 “Cissa, he’ll have us, we’ll tell him what we can,” Lucius told the woman.



 “I just wish we could do more for the poor boy,” Narcissa said sadly.



“Indeed.”


Chapter 4: The City of Elijondria
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A/n: I guess you could say that I am trying to make up for the long wait last time….or that I just had a streak of inspiration…



Chapter 4



The City of Elijondria



Two boys ran through the narrow streets. They laughed as the blond haired boy chased the blond and raven haired boy. “CAL!” the blond hair boy yelled, “You cheated!”


“DRAY!” the other one mocked as he ran, “I did no such thing!”


“CAL!” the other boy screamed tripping over a stone lying in the street. The boy called Cal, continued running not noticing his brother’s predicament.


“Little boys such as you should not be wandering alone,” a silky voice said coolly. Dray looked up at the stranger and said, “Stay away from me!” The stranger laughed, “Are you afraid of me?” he asked amused. The man took the small boy by his collar, “Mr. Malfoy, your father will not be pleased, though I do live to make his life more difficult.”


“LET GO OF ME!” Dray yelled, his yell caused his brother who had nearly left sight to turn, “Dray,” he whispered, and started running back down the dark alley towards his brother.


The stranger hit the boy with a white light an as Dray and him approached, Dray noticed that his brother was bound it ropes. The stranger laughed as he grabbed both boys and disappeared into the darkness.










Lucius Malfoy was livid.


“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST MY SONS!” he yelled after returning to his office to find his secretary in hysterics after loosing the two small boys.


“Milord, please!” the girl begged, “I looked away for two seconds and they disappeared!”



“I LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH THEM FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES AND YOU LOSE THEM! MARIA!”


“Milord, it wasn’t my fault,” the girl sobbed falling to the floor and gripping the man’s robes.


“YOU HAVE AN HOUR TO FIND THEM OR YOU’RE FIRED!”


“Milord, please, they could be anywhere!” the girl sobbed, “Elijondria is a huge place!”


“YOU HAVE AN HOUR!” he yelled before slamming the door to his office.


The girl named Maria stood up and grabbed her coat muttering, “Stupid brats are going to cost me my job.”








Calais and Draco Malfoy sat huddled together in a cold dark room with no windows. “Are you alright?” Calais asked his brother.



“Brilliant, never better,” the boy muttered sarcastically.


“Who do you suppose that man is?” Calais asked.


“I have no bloody idea!” Draco hissed. “This is your fault!”



“How is this my fault?”


“You’re the one that wanted to leave father’s office!”



“You said you were bored!”


“Now, now boys,” a silky voice chastised. “Bickering is very unbecoming.”



“What do you want?” Draco asked the man. “We have nothing to give you.”


The man laughed, “Perhaps not, but your father certainly does.”



“What do you want from him?”


He laughed, “To long has that man been a thorn in my side, but no longer, he will bow before me, when I take the throne right out from under our precious king, our king will fall to my wrath, and your father along with him!”



The two boys looked at each other, “But why do you need us?” Calais asked stuttering.



“Parenthood, ah the joys.” The man smirked. “Parents will do anything for the wellbeing of their children, but first a little leverage to let your father know that I have you, perhaps a finger?”



Draco whimpered.



“Or, an eye, you there have such a unique one,” the man grinned staring at Calais.


He whimpered. “Please sir, don’t hurt us.”


“Don’t hurt you?” the man snarled, “I think not! Crucio!”


Calais twitched and screamed under the influence of the curse.



“CAL!” Draco yelled. “STOP IT! STOP IT! PLEASE!”


The man broke the curse. “Stop it? You want it to stop? Perhaps you’d like a try?”



Draco whimpered. “No sir.”


“Cru-“


“EXPELLIARMUS!” a man voice shouted. The stranger twirled around and found himself facing a tall man dressed in black.


“You!” he snarled.


“Xavier, my old friend,” the man smirked. “How good to see you, are you hurting children now?”


“Get out, this doesn’t concern you!”


“Oh, but Xavier, you see one of those boys is my godson, so yes, it does concern me, Avada Kadavra.”


The stranger fell to the floor, dead, and Draco put himself between the man and his brother who was lying unconscious on the floor. “Stay back,” he said.


“I mean you no harm,” the man said, “Let me see to your companion.” Draco reluctantly let the man pass. The man knelt by the boy, “He is suffering from the aftermath of the Crutiatus Curse, he should be alright though.” He picked up the frail boy.


“What are you doing?” Draco said concerned.


“I’m taking you home.”


Not long later the three were in front of the Gate to Malfoy Manner. They swung open and the man walked through, Draco following behind him. The door swung open before they got there and Narcissa yelled, “CALAIS!” She ran the rest of the way and looked at the man, “What happened?” She whispered. “Severus, what happened?”


The man looked at her, “The Cruciatus Curse,” he said bowing his head.


“My baby!” She wailed. “My poor baby!”


“What?” Severus said, “I thought that, this one was your son,” he motioned to Draco. “They both are, Severus, didn’t you know that?” Severus looked at her and shook his head. “We should take him to his room.”


“Yes, yes,” Narcissa said, “Right this way.” When they reached the stairs Lucius came storming in, “NARCISSA THE BOYS ARE MIS---Severus” Lucius said noticing the man, his eyes fell on the small boy in his arms, “Calais,” he said his voice sounding pained. “Severus what happened?” 


Narcissa took the boy from Severus and led Draco upstairs.



Lucius showed Severus to a sitting room and offered him a drink, “It was the Cruciatus Curse,” Severus said softly.


Lucius’s eyes widened and he stood up, “Calais,” he whispered.


“Sit down, old friend,” Severus soothed, “he should be fine.”



“Who did it?”


“Xavier.”


“THAT BLOODY BA----“


“He’s dead.”


“You killed him?” Lucius asked.


“I did.”


“Thank you, Severus,” Lucius said.


“I thought you only had one son,” Severus stated.


“Why did you think that?” Lucius said gulping. “Calais and Draco are twins.”


“I see,” Severus responded, “How old are they now? Seven?”


“Eight,” Lucius corrected.


“When will you start to train them?”


“They’re ninth birthday is next June, I will begin then,” Lucius responded, “Will you help me?”


“I would be honored,” Severus said inclining his head.


“Dumbledore going to let you have the Defense job at any point?” Lucius asked.



“I doubt it,” Severus responded. “I keep hoping, but every year he seems to come up with one more teacher, they are slowly becoming more and more incompetent.”


“It’s just as well, Severus,” Lucius replied. “After all we can’t break tradition can we?”



Severus smiled slightly, “You would be one for tradition, wouldn’t you?”


“Every Head of Slytherin House since Salazar Slytherin himself has been a Potions Professor; we can’t break that tradition now.” Lucius replied.


Severus shook his head, “Only you would remember little details like that, Lucius.”


“Was that an insult?” Lucius asked indignantly.


“Take it how you will,” Severus said standing, “I would consider teaching your children to defend themselves soon, Lucius, Xavier is not your only enemy.”


“We used to be such a peaceful community,” Lucius sighed, “What happened?”


“What happened?” Severus repeated amused, “The Dark Lord happened, Lucius, you of all people should know that.”



Lucius shook his head, “You wouldn’t understand, Severus.”



“I understand more than you think, Lucius

Chapter 5: A Ninth Birthday Surprise
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Chapter 5





A Ninth Birthday Surprise





 





“It’s mine!” Draco yelled. “It’s my birthday!”





 “It’s mine too!” Harry retorted.




“IT’S MY PRESENT!” Draco screeched.





“It’s addressed to me!” Harry complained.




“NO ITS NOT!"




“YES IT IS!”




“NO!”




“Yes!”




“NO”




“YES!”




“NO!”





“YES!”




“NO!”




“YE—“




“What is going on in here?” Lucius asked leaning on the door frame.





The fighting boys spun around.




“Father,” Harry responded. “We were we were just…”




“Just what Calais?” Lucius asked.




“Lookingforourbirthdaypresents,” Harry mumbled.




“What was that Calais?” He asked. “You both know better than to go snooping around my study.”




“Yes father,” the two said casting their glances downward.




“You’re both grounded until further notice,” Lucuis told them.




“But father!” Draco protested, “My birthday is tomorrow!”




Lucius just looked at the two and Harry pulled his brother out of the room.




“You had to go and make a scene didn’t you?” Harry snarled.




“I just wanted to know what they got me!” Draco hissed.




“So you were going to open my present?”





“Of course not,” Draco hissed, “You’re birthday’s not until July!”





“Dray, don’t you remember, father’s having some of his friends over tomorrow, so as far as anyone else is concerned, tomorrow is both of our birthdays.”





“He is?” Draco responded, “I don’t remember him saying that.”





Harry rolled his eyes, “Brother, perhaps if you didn’t play with your food during dinner you would have heard him.”




“I was not!”





“Were too.”




“WAS NOT!”




“Were too.”




“WAS NOT.”




“Were too.”




“WAS NO—“




“Boys!” Narcissa scolded coming up behind them. “Stop making a bloody racket.”





“Sorry mother,” Harry responded grinning, “Dray was just denying that he doesn’t play with his food.”





“CAL!”





“Calais, dear,” Narcissa said sighing. “Don’t spread rumors about your brother.”





Draco stuck out his tongue at Harry behind his mother’s back.




“Yes mother,” Harry responded.




“Come, Calais, I am going to Diagon Alley, you are to come with me,” Narcissa told the boy.




“What about me, mother?” Draco asked.




“You are to stay here, Draco,” Narcissa told him, “And you are not under any circumstances to bother your father, if you need anything call for the house elf.”





“Yes mother.”




Harry followed Narcissa to the floo powder. Narcissa went first and Harry took a handful of the green powder, “Diagon Alley,” he announced as the flames turned green.




“Good, you’re here,” Narcissa said. “Come now.” She led him Gringotts. “Mr. Harry Potter here to access the Potter Fortune.”





The goblin looked up at Narcissa and then down at Harry his eyes going toward the boy’s forehead where the scar was concealed behind his bangs and a powerful concealment charm.




“Does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?” the goblin asked her.





“No.”





The goblin looked at her suspiciously and then motioned for them to follow her. “We will need a blood sample.”




“Very well,” Narcissa said squeezing the boy’s shoulder. “I thought that it’s time you knew something of your parents,” she whispered in his ear.




Harry held out his hand and the goblin pricked his finger, when the test results came through he nodded and looked at Narcissa, “The trust fund or the family vault madam?”





“The family vault I think,” she responded.




“You are aware that he cannot take anything out of the family vault without Mr. Albus Dumbledore’s knowledge and approval?”




“I was not,” Narcissa responded. “Does Dumbledore need to know if he visits the vault?”




“If he takes nothing then he does not need to be told.”





“Very well, take us to the family vault,” Narcissa told the goblin. “I expect this visit to be kept a secret however.”




“Gringotts ensures secrecy, madam,” the goblin said bowing.




Narcissa nodded and the goblin led them down to the Potter Family Vault.




“Take as long as you need,” the goblin said, “Ring this bell when you are ready to leave and I will be back.”




They stepped into the vault and Harry gasped at what he saw.




“Happy Early Birthday, Harry,” Narcissa said, “I hope that this room can tell you something about Lily and James.”




“Thank you, mother,” Harry responded a tear falling down his cheek.




“It’s all yours, Harry,” Narcissa said, “As soon as you turn seventeen.” 


A.n: wow that chapter is alot shorter than i expected...sorry everyone...i'll try to make the next one longer....


Chapter 6: Of Abilities and Curses
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Chapter 6



Of Abilities and Curses



 



Harry and Draco were shaken awake the day after Draco’s ninth birthday by their mother.


“Get up boys!” She scolded them, “Your father is waiting for you in the training room.”



“Why?” Draco asked stupidly.


“Honestly!” Narcissa exclaimed frazzled, “Run along and you’ll find out.”



The two quickly dressed and worked their way down to the training room where they found their father and another man that Draco recognized.


“Finally,” Lucius said coolly. “Now, do both of you remember, Professor Snape?”



Draco nodded as Harry shook his head.



“You were unconscious, Calais,” Lucius told the boy. “Severus, as you’ve already met Draco, may I introduce you to my youngest, Calais Malfoy.”


“I thought they were twins,” Severus commented.



“They are, Calais is an hour younger than Draco,” Lucius explained. “Now boys, we are here to begin your training.”



Neither boy showed any kind of reaction to the proclamation.


“Severus will be helping us,” Lucius continued, “Severus why don’t you take Calais and I’ll take Draco.” Snape nodded and pulled Calais off to the side. He seemed to study the boy for a second before beginning to lecture him about the dark arts. After a little while he asked, “Would you like to try?"


Harry nodded timidly and drew the wand that his father had bought him not long ago. “Let me see your wand,” Severus instructed him. The man appeared to look over the wand for a few seconds before handing it back, “Seems like a good wand for the dark arts,” he commented. Harry smirked; knowing that it was the brother wand to the dark lord and as such is was very likely to do well with the dark arts. “We’ll start easy,” Snape said.


“Serpensoria,” he muttered showing the boy. Harry looked at the snake as it slithered towards him.



“Stay away!” he shouted, feeling stupid afterwards for yelling at a snake, as the snake turned away his eyebrows raised. He looked up to see his mentor looking at him stunned.


“What the bloody hell?” Snape muttered. “Lucius come over here.”



“What is it?” Lucius asked coming over.


“Your son is a Parselmouth,” Snape said in awe.


“What?” Lucius said surprised. “Impossible!”


“I heard him,” Snape started.


“Calais, did you talk to that snake?” Lucius said.


Harry got the impression that Lucius wanted him to say no, so he did.


“See you must have imagined it Severus,” Lucius replied cheerfully.



“I most certainly did not!"


“Well then my friend,” Lucius said pulling out his wand, “I’m sorry to have to do this, but it is necessary Oblivate!”



Snape suddenly looked dazed and then shook his head asking, “What was that Lucius?”


“I said I thought that was enough for one day,” Lucius responded.



“Oh, right, of course,” Snape replied, “Same time tomorrow, Lucius?”


“Yes, yes,” Lucius said waving him off. When he was sure that Snape was gone he turned to Harry and said, “You are never to do that around Severus Snape again until you reach Hogwarts.”



“Yes father,” Harry said dropping his gaze.


“Calais,” Lucius said smiling, “This is not a bad thing.”


“It isn’t?”



“No, not at all,” Lucius said. “It is just rare, and viewed as dark magic, the dark lord was a parselmouth.”



Harry scowled.



“Salazar Slytherin was a parselmouth,” Lucius continued causing Harry’s face to brighten. “Really?”


Lucius laughed, “Yes really.”



They continued training in the dark arts with their father and Severus four times a week for the rest of the year. Severus was oblivious the entire time that he was actually training his worst enemy’s son. It was about a month before Draco’s tenth birthday, Severus and Harry were dueling. The duel was getting so heated that Lucius and Draco had stopped to watch.



Harry sent a curse at Severus, who reflected it with ease and Harry ducted under the rebounded curse as it went flying by his head. “Watch it!” he yelled cockily, causing Lucius and Draco to laugh. “That almost hit me!”


Snape sent a curse at Harry, which Harry smirked and waved his wand in a circle. The curse hit him, but it caused Snape to feel the affects as his curse blew him across the room.



“What are you playing at, Cal!” Snape yelled.


“Nothing old man!” Harry yelled back.


“I’m not old!” Snape screeched sending a curse at Harry. Harry laughed and ducked; the curse hit the wall and left a large hole."


“WATCH OUT FOR MY WALLS!” Lucius bellowed.


“THEY’LL GROW BACK!” Snape hollered ducking a curse from Harry.


Draco was looking at his brother with pride as he took on the much older man. Draco was a good dueler, but Harry was exceptional with the dark arts, the only magic they knew how to use as their father would not teach them things that they would only learn in Hogwarts anyways.



Harry and Snape yelled something at the same time and both of them were sent flying backward into a wall as the curses connected in the center of the two.


“Oooooow,” Harry groaned. “That hurt, Severus.” Harry had taken to calling the older man by his first name because he knew that it annoyed him.



“Shut up, Calais,” the other man groaned pulling himself to his feet.


“Well done Cal!” Lucius boomed coming over and pulling his son to his feet. “I reckon its time, Severus!”



“Time for what?” Draco asked



“Are you sure, Lucius, they’re not even ten yet,” Severus stated looking at Lucius wearily.



“Absolutely, I reckon we start with showing them the effects of the lesser one,” Lucius said. “Together the two men turned their wands on the two boys.


“What?” Draco said.


“What’s happening?” Harry asked.



“Father?”



“Severus?”


“Imperio!” the two men shouted in unison.



Harry felt the curse hit him and he suddenly felt light, he heard a voice in his head which he recognized as Severus,


Prance around the room



Harry was about to start when a voice in his mind asked, “Why?”


Prance around the room



“It seems awful silly to me,” Harry’s inner voice said.


Prance around the room 


“I don’t want to.”



PRANCE AROUND THE ROOM 


Harry then found two things happening; he both tried to start prancing and tried to stop himself from prancing, resulting in him landing flat on his face on the ground. Severus and Lucius were staring at him in shock and Harry glanced around and noticed Draco crawling on the floor humming a ridiculous kid song. Lucius ended the spell on Draco and Draco said, “What happened?”



“The Imperius Curse, Draco,” Lucius commented dryly.


“Calais fought it,” Snape said amazed. “And almost beat it.”



“What?” Draco said looking at his brother.


“Let’s try again,” Lucius said raising his wand. “Imperio.”


Punch Draco 


“Why”


Punch Draco



“Seems awful silly to me”


Punch Draco



“No I don’t think I will.”


PUNCH DRACO! 


“NO!!!” Harry shouted aloud causing all three to take a step back from him. Lucius beamed at him with pride.


“He can fight off the Imperious curse,” Snape said in awe.


The next month the two adults spent teaching the boys to perform the unforgivable curses. Everyday after Snape left, Lucius would express to them the importance of not using any of what they were learning unless they absolutely had to. On Draco’s tenth birthday Lucius announced that there was no more to teach the boys with out them first going to Hogwarts and learning defense against the dark arts.


Chapter 7: Off to America we go!
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Chapter 7



Off to America we go!



 



It was July 3rd when Lucius called his sons to his study. They had ended their dark arts training a few days before and Lucius was beginning to feel as if they need something more, he knew that both of the boys would be very likely to find themselves in front of the Dark Lord should he ever come back. Lucius might pretend to believe the Dark Lord finished, but he knew that the young boy did not kill the wizard, only weakened him greatly. He decided he would help his sons prepare for their eventual confrontations with the dark lord as much as possible.


“You called us father?” Draco drawled entering the study with Harry not far behind.


“Yes,” Lucius said. “On Saturday the two of you will be boarding a muggle airplane and traveling to America for schooling.”


“Muggle, father?” Harry said.


“Schooling, but what about Hogwarts next year?” Draco asked.



“You will only stay there for this one year, you will be returning home next June before going to Hogwarts in September,” Lucius said. “I want you to be able to blend into the muggle world, also this academy trains their students in the fighting techniques of their choice, you both will be taking sword fighting hand to hand combat. You may choose more if you like, but you must take those two. They will be the most useful to you in the magical world.



“Yes father,” Harry said excited.


“Yes father,” Draco muttered, not as enthused.



Saturday found the entire family at the airport dressed in muggle clothing. All four felt uncomfortable dressed in muggle attire. “Alright, sweethearts,” Narcissa said, “We can’t come any farther than this.” They were stopped at security.


“You know what gate to go to,” Lucius told the boys. “If you get lost ask someone for gate 25, or the flight to J.F.K. National Airport.”


“Yes, father,” the two boys drawled.


“You have you’re tickets?” Narcissa asked.


“Yes, mother.”


“And your small bags full of stuff to do on the flight?”


“Yes, mother.”


“We checked your luggage.”


“We know mother.”



“Bye boys, see you at Christmas!” Narcissa said hugging each of them.


“Bye Mother.”



“Study hard,” Lucius said.



“We will father,” they said. “Goodbye.” The two began to walk away.



“Wait,” Lucius said causing them to turn around, “Give them here.”


“But, father!” Draco protested.



“Now, I told you that you couldn’t take them with you.”


The two boys handed over their wands scowling.


“Bye father,” Harry said curtly and spun on his heal and walked away with Draco not far behind.


They soon found themselves seated on a large airplane. “I can’t believe I won’t be able to curse the stupid muggles!” Draco complained. “I mean they’ll probably kick our butts in hand to hand and we’ll just have to sit there and let ourselves be beaten up by muggles!”



Harry’s gaze darkened and Draco gasped, “No Calais I didn’t mean it like that.”



“I know.”


“I’m sorry, bro,” Draco said. The two amused themselves by playing a miniature soccer game on the drop down table.


When they finally landed in New York, Draco asked, “Did father tell us what to do once we got here?”


“He said someone would meet us at baggage claim,” Harry replied, “Where baggage claim is I don’t know.”


They walked out and asked the person sitting at the desk at the entrance to the gate.


“Excuse me, madam,” Harry asked. “Can you tell us where to find the baggage claim?”


The woman looked at the two boys and said, “Follow those signs.”


“Thank you, madam,” Harry replied.



The boys followed the signs until the reached a large open area, they found their suitcases, which their father had bought them so that they fit in better, and looked around. At person was standing in the corner holding a sign that said, Draco and Calais Malfoy.


“I guess that’s us,” Draco commented.


“I suppose,” Harry replied following Draco towards the woman.


“Hello dears,” the woman said, “Are you Draco and Calais Malfoy?”



“Yes,” Draco said. “I’m Draco.”


She smiled at him. “Got your luggage? Good, right this way.”



A lot of traffic and an hour later the boys found themselves standing in front of a large brick building. They exchanged glances and followed the woman through the door. She led them into an office where a large man sat at a desk.



“The new boys, Mr. Palkin,” She announced.


“Ah, yes, thank you,” he said in a ruff voice. She left the room.


“Draco and Calais Malfoy?” 


“Yes sir,” the two boys chorused.



“The rules here are simple, do what the teachers say and follow their instructions and we’ll get along just fine,” the man said glaring at the boys. “If you don’t, we allow very harsh punishments here at Swendall Academy.”



“Yes sir,” the boys replied.



“Right, good, now you will be staying in a dormitory with four other boys your age, their names are Gregory, Michael, Patrick, and Daniel. You will spend a lot of time with these boys so I suggest you get to be real close to them.”


“Yes sir.”



“Here’s a map of the school, you will have no excuse if you’re late for your classes,” the man said handing them a sheet of paper. “Your dormitory is Dormitory L on that map, and these are your keys. Dinner is in an hour. You are dismissed.”



Harry and Draco left the room and looked at each other. “Shall we?” Draco asked 



“Suppose so,” Harry muttered. It took them ten minutes to find the right door and when they did they found themselves in a room with six beds, a table and a few couches.


“Oy!” a boy called. “Are you the new kids?”


“Errrrr…yeah,” Harry said.


“Name’s Gregory, Gregory Fieldsburg,” the boy introduced himself.


“Calais, Calais Malfoy,” Harry replied.



“Calais?” the boy snorted. “Were you’re parents on drugs when they named you?”



“Drugs?” Harry said confused, “No, why?”



“Calais is an odd name.”


“Our family’s an odd family,” Draco snarled. “Draco, Draco Malfoy.”



“He likes to be called Dungbag,” Harry said.


“CAL!” Draco protested. “Just because I…”


The boy laughed. “It’s okay Draco, he’s your brother after all.”



“So where are the others?” Harry asked.


“You man Michael, Patrick, and Oh lord of Swendall?”



“Yeah, I guess,” Harry said.


“Michael and Patrick have detention, go figure it’s summer the only classes we have are the fun ones and they manage to get detention,” Gregory said. “And Oh lord of Swendall is off with his friends picking on others.”



“So this Daniel guy is a bit of a bully?” Draco asked his eyes gleaming.


“Yeah, you could say that.”


“Sounds like a prat,” Harry muttered.


“You speak funny,” Gregory said, “Where you from?”



“Britain,” Draco said. “Father wanted us to get a feel for American life before we start at our private school next year.”


“Wicked,” the boy said, “I’m from New Hampshire, that’s here in the U.S.”



“You might want to get dressed,” Gregory continued, “It’s almost dinner.”


“Dressed?” Draco said, “We are dressed.”



“In uniform?” Gregory said.



“Father didn’t mention that,” Draco snarled.


“But mother packed the suitcases with them,” Harry said, “Come on.”



They went into the bathroom and changed.


“This sucks,” Draco called over the stall. “First we have to come to America and learn stuff during the summertime, second we have to wear these ridiculous uniforms.”



“They’re not that bad,” Harry said exiting the stall and looking in the mirror. “Sure I look like a goodie to shoes, but if you loosen the tie a bit it’s much better.”



The three walked down to dinner, Gregory commenting on their loosened ties, “Just hope that no one dislikes it or you’ll get detention.”



The dining room had a bunch of tables with five chairs at each table, Gregory led them over to a table where two other boys were sitting, “How was detention?” he asked.


“Horrible!” the red haired boy said, “Grenton made us clean her desk!”


“That monstrosity?”



“Yes!”


“Hey, Greg?” the black haired boy said, “Who are they?”


“Oh right!” Gregory said, “Patrick, Michael, these are our new roommates, Draco and Calais.”


“Nice to meet you,” the red haired boy said, “I’m Michael.”



“Welcome to Swendall,” Patrick said smiling.


Chapter 8: Dumbledore's Influence
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Chapter 8



Dumbledore’s Influence



 



Harry woke up before any of his roommates the next morning. Draco was still fast asleep so Harry slipped out of bed and decided to go for a walk before breakfast.


“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a sneering voice said behind him as he walked down the chilly corridors. Harry turned around and found himself facing a large boy, several times his size. “A newbie?” the boy snarled. “Well, we’ll have to teach you how things work here at Swendall Academy.”


“I think I am perfectly capable of discovering how things work on my own, thanks,” Harry said coolly immediately disliking the larger boy.



“It’s not really your choice is it?” the boy hissed. “What’s your name newbie?”


“Calais,” Harry replied, “Now if you excuse me…”



“No I don’t,” the boy smirked and moved to punch Harry. His fist connected with the side of Harry’s jaw and sent him flying into the wall. He groaned pain engulfing his senses. The boy made to take another punch when a strict voice yelled, “Mr. Gregorian, what in the world do you think you are doing!”



“He insulted me,” the boy lied, “Made fun of my mother.”



“I did no such thing!” Harry spat, blood dribbling from his mouth.



“I don’t believe I know you, Mr….”


“Malfoy,” Harry said timidly.


“Ah, your one of the new British boys,” the woman said. “Mr. Gregorian, regardless of what Mr. Malfoy said to you there is no reason for you to hit him in the jaw, detention tonight at seven. Mr. Malfoy, come with me.” Harry followed the woman into a large office.



“I am Miss. Grenton,” the woman said. “I teach sword fighting.”


“It’s a pleasure to meet you, madam,” Harry said.



“Here let me help you with that jaw, Mr. Malfoy,” Grenton replied. She held a piece of cloth to his jaw and Harry scowled, muggle healing was so much worse than magical healing.



“I understand that you and your brother are attending our Academy for a year, is that correct?” Grenton asked.



“Yes, madam,” Harry replied.



Grenton stood up and walked over to a shelf where a sword sat. She brought it over to the young boy, “This is my sword,” she said.



“It’s beautiful,” Harry said looking at the elegant design that was carved into the handle.



“Yes, indeed it is,” Grenton said, “It’s been passed through my family through generations, Mr. Potter.”


Harry’s face shot up, “What did you say?”


The woman laughed slightly. “You may carry the Malfoy name and some of the Malfoy blood, Mr. Potter, but you are a Potter none the less.”



“How did you know?” Harry said shocked.


Grenton looked at the boy and pulled out a long stick that Harry recognized as a wand, “Silencio,” she muttered pointing towards the doorway.



“You’re a witch!” Harry gasped.



“I am,” she said smiling. “You asked how I recognized you. Well, Harry, I can see magical signatures.”


“That’s a really rare gift,” Harry said shocked.


“You’ve heard about it?” the woman said surprised, “Well I suppose you would, after all I imagine that you’ve lived with Lucius Malfoy.”



“Yes, madam.”


“None, of that Harry,” Grenton said smirking, “I recognized you’re magical signature, even though it’s changed a little since I last saw you.”



“What?” Harry said surprised.


“Harry, I’m your godmother,” Grenton said frowning slightly.



“What?” Harry said, “But how?”


“After your parents died, your godfather, Sirius Black, was sent to Azkaban for betraying them, I realized that I had legal claim to you, but Headmaster Dumbledore sent you to live with your muggle relatives.” She noticed Harry’s eyes darken. “Am I right in assuming that Dumbledore doesn’t know that you are living with the Malfoys?”



“Yes, Ma-ummm,”



“Katherine,” Grenton smiled. “Katherine Grenton. I don’t want to know how you ended up in Lucius Malfoy’s care but I will warn you that he was once a follower of the Dark Lord, Voldemort.”


Harry nodded. “If you’re my godmother, how come I haven’t met you?”



“Dumbledore blackmailed me into fleeing to America,” Katherine said sadly. “He told me that you would be better off with your aunt and uncle and forced me to sign over guardianship to your aunt, and executor of the Potter estate to him.”



Harry’s eyes grew wide, “Why would he do that?”


“I killed a man,” Katherine admitted, “I was an auror, and I used more force than allowed, Dumbledore stopped me from going to Azkaban, but he threatened to tell the Ministry if I didn’t sign over guardianship.”


“Evil git,” Harry muttered.


“I am glad that I get to see you, Harry, because this year you spend here at the academy might be the only time I ever see you, because Dumbledore threatened me to never come and see you, I am sorry Harry, but I was scared.”



“It doesn’t seem to be your fault,” Harry said.



“Go, Harry, we will talk later,” Katherine said sending the ten year old on his way.


Chapter 9: Swords and Letters
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Chapter 9



Swords and Letters



 



Harry and Draco made quick friends with three of the boys in their dormitory, and enemies quickly with the fourth. Harry and Draco often found themselves in detention with Katherine, something they laughed about because Katherine didn’t make them do anything. Gregory, Patrick, and Michael were horrified when Harry told them that she didn’t seem so bad and that she actually seemed nice. Draco knew the truth, but as the others thought they were brothers it would not be appropriate to tell them. It seemed all too soon to Harry that it was time to go back to Britain.



            Harry excelled far more than Draco in his sword fighting abilities; he was easily the best in the academy. Draco noticed Katherine staring at Harry from afar when he fought with his classmates. They were equally talented in hand to hand combat, but they were both very good at it. Draco caught Harry moping on his bed on the morning that they were to leave.


“What’s the matter bro?” Draco asked sitting next to him.



“It’s all going to change now,” Harry sighed. “We’re going to go to Hogwarts where everyone will stare at me because I’m Harry Bloody Potter. I won’t have friends like Greg, Mike, and Pat, any friends I’ll make will be friends with me because I’m the famous Boy-who-bloody-lived.”


“What?” a voice whispered from the doorway. Harry and Draco looked up to see their three friends standing in the doorway.


“What’s Hogwarts?” Greg asked.


“Why did you say you were Calais Malfoy if you’re Harry Potter?” Pat asked.


“Why are you famous?” Mike asked.


Harry and Draco exchanged glances.


“What we are about to tell you cannot be repeated, to anyone,” Draco said, “swear to it.”


“We swear,” the three boys said in unison.


“We are wizards,” Draco whispered, “Hogwarts is a school, a school of wizardry.”



“My full name is Harry James Calais Potter Malfoy,” Harry explained, “I was adopted by Draco’s father after my parents were murdered by a dark wizard. I’m famous because I survived this curse, a killing curse, that nobody has ever survived, and the dark wizard was finished by it.”


The three boys looked at him in shock, “Wow.”



“So that’s why you only stayed a year,” Mike said, “Because you’re going to this Magic School.”


“Yes, and I want to keep in touch,” Harry said, “Wizards send letters via owl, we’ll send you one sometime and you can send one back with the owl.”


“That’d be cool,” Pat exclaimed.



“I’m going to see Miss Grenton, before we leave, Draco,” Harry said, “I’ll meet you at the front doors.”



“Why are you going to see her?” Greg asked.


“She’s my godmother,” Harry explained. “Well guys, I guess this is goodbye.”


“Bye, Cal, or is it Harry?” Greg asked.



“Cal,” Harry said smirking, “I’ve been called that since I was six.”



“Bye then Cal,” Greg smiled, “Don’t forget to write.”


“I won’t Greg,” Harry smiled.


“Bye Cal, Bye Drake,” Pat responded.



“See you later, guys,” Mike said, “It ain’t goodbye, just see ya later.”


The boys laughed and Harry left the room, Draco following several minutes later.


“Harry!” Katherine exclaimed when Harry entered. “I was hoping you’d come by for a visit before you left. “I have something for you.”



She went over to the shelf where her sword sat bundled up. “I want you to have this.”



“What?” Harry said shocked, “I couldn’t.”


“Please Harry; I want you to have it.”


“But it’s been in your family for generations,” Harry protested.



“And I don’t have any children, my godson is the closest I have, please take it Harry,” Katherine said.



Harry reluctantly took the sword, “Thank you,” he whispered.


“Here let me shrink it to fit in your luggage,” Katherine said tapping it with her wand.


“Thank you, Katherine,” Harry said, “I hope I can see you again sometime. I’ll write.”



“That would be nice,” Katherine said smiling. “Be safe, Harry.”


“Goodbye Katherine,” Harry said leaving the room and a tear streaked godmother behind.



“Be safe, Harry, god knows what will happen now that you are going to Hogwarts,” Katherine whispered at Harry’s retreating back.



 




 



“CALAIS! DRACO!” a voice called as Harry and Draco arrived at the luggage claim.


“Mother!” Harry yelled running up to Narcissa.



“Oh, look how much you two have grown!” Narcissa said smiling.



“Hello Father,” Draco greeted Lucius.



“Hello Draco.”



They returned to Malfoy Manor where they were treated to a huge dinner,



“Honestly Mother,” Draco complained, “I cannot possibly eat anymore.”



“Don’t be silly, Draco,” Narcissa replied, “You’ve hardly touched your food.”



“Well, I’m beat,” Harry said rising, “I’m going to bed, Goodnight, mother, father.”



“Goodnight, Calais,” Lucius responded.


The next morning Harry was awoken by a squeal of delight from his brother.



“Harry come quickly!” Draco exclaimed, “Our Hogwarts letters are here.”



The entered the living room where Lucius and Narcissa were sitting. Harry looked down at his letter and laughed, “Haven’t caught on have they?”



Mr. H. Potter


4 Privet Drive


Surrey, England



“Apparently, not,” Lucius smirked, “Though the owl knew where to find you, I’ve already taken the liberty of sending two owls back with your responses. Don’t worry Calais; I signed yours with that dreadful uncle’s name.”



“So Dumbledore has no idea!” Harry said laughing, “The look on his face when he finds out!”



“You are not to tell him,” Lucius said strictly. “Severus might, but that’s a risk I knew I was going to have to take. You will be known as Harry Potter to everyone, Calais.”


“Yes father,” Harry said looking at the ground, “When can we tell Dumbledore?”



“The longer he thinks you’re staying at your relatives the better,” Lucius replied. “He doesn’t have to know.”



“Alright, then,” Harry nodded.



“I can’t wait to see Snape’s face!” Draco laughed, “He hated your father!”


“How did you know that Draco?” Narcissa asked.


“He told me,” Draco shrugged, “When I asked him if he knew anything about Harry Potter.”



The four Malfoys laughed.



“This is going to be interesting,” Lucius said smirking, “Dumbledore won’t know what hit him.”


Chapter 10: We're Off to see the Wizard!
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Chapter 10





We’re off to see the Wizard!




Harry and Draco ran around like man men on September 1st.




“DRACO HAVE YOU SEEN MY TRANSFIGURATION TEXTBOOK?” Harry bellowed up the stairs.





“YES IT’S ON YOUR DRESSER!” Draco called back.




“Oh,” Harry muttered, “Of course it is.” He ran back up the stairs and skidded into his room.





“COME ON BOYS!” Narcissa yelled, “WE CAN’T BE LATE!”




“COMING MOTHER!” Draco called.





“YEA COMING MUM!” Harry yelled.




The two went flying down the stairs, their trunks suspended in midair behind them.




“Honestly, boys!” Narcissa sighed as she shoed them towards the floo, “You can’t cut it much closer.”





“Sorry Mum,” they chorused before grabbing a handful of floo, “King’s Cross!” Draco yelled.





Harry followed after.





The two boys looked at the giant train in awe. “Remember what, father said,” Draco told Harry. “It’d be better if I sat with the mini-death eaters, and you found other first years.”





Harry nodded, “Bye then Draco.”





“See you later.”





Harry found an empty compartment and sat in it, a few minutes into the train ride a red headed boy came in and asked, “Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”





“Not at all,” Harry said.




“I’m Ron, by the way,” Ron said, “Ron Weasely.”





“It’s nice to meet you, Ron,” Harry said, “I’m Harry, Harry Potter.”




“Are you really?” Ron said his eyes going wide, “Do you really have that scar?”





Harry laughed and pulled the fringe of his hair up.




“Wicked,” Ron exclaimed.





A witch came by later asking them if they had seen a toad.




“Nope, sorry,” Harry said.





“I’m Hermione, by the way,” she said, “Hermione Granger.”





“Harry Potter,” Harry introduced himself.




“Are you really?” Hermione said, “I’ve read about you.”





Harry spluttered on the drink he was drinking.





“They wrote books about me!” he gasped.





Hermione laughed at his expression, “Yes.”





The train arrived in Hogsmeade and Harry, Ron, Hermione and a boy named Neville found themselves in a boat together. As the boat rounded a corner they gasped at the sight that lay before them.




“So that’s Hogwarts,” Harry said in awe.




“Yes, yes, it is,” Ron said. “How do you suppose they sort us?”




“Dunno,” Harry shrugged.





As they entered the hall Harry took in a great big breath, the moment of truth, he thought. He saw Snape sitting up at the staff table and he flashed him a smile. Snape nodded slightly in response.




Professor McGonagall started calling off names and Harry turned his attention to the sorting.




“Granger, Hermione.”




Gryffindor! 




“Longbottom, Neville.”





Gryffindor! 




“Malfoy, Draco.”





Snape’s eyes shot towards the sorting, why is Draco going first? Calais should be sorted before Draco. He noticed that Calais Malfoy did not seem disturbed by the fact that his brother was called before him. What is going on here?





“SLYTHERIN!” 




“Well at least that’s normal,” Snape thought, “The hat barely touched the boy’s head. Wait, they skipped Calais all together!” 




“Potter, Harry.”




“Potter,” Snape growled.





Harry heard his name called and tentatively took a step forward. He lifted his chin and took a deep breath before sitting down on the stool.

“WHAT! HOW COULD LUCIUS NOT TELL ME! CALAIS MALFOY IS HARRY POTTER!”
 Snape gasped, audibly he saw Calais, no Harry, look up at him and smirk. He saw the sorting hat lower onto the boys head, but it never made it there.





“SLYTHERIN!”  The hat shouted with a force never before heard from it. Every one sat staring at the boy. Harry stood up and walked over to the Slytherin table, taking his spot beside Draco.





Dumbledore was gaping at the boy. “What?” He thought. “Slytherin? And where does the blond hair come from? Neither Lily nor James had blond hair. He most certainly didn’t have hair like that when he was one. Maybe it’s dyed?”





McGonagall had stopped reading names and was staring at the boy, “Severus is never going to let me forget this is he? This is impossible; he’s supposed to be a Gryffindor!”





Hagrid was staring at the boy in horror, “Lily and James Potter’s son? A Slytherin!”





Ron Weasley was looking at the boy as if he had been betrayed, “But he was so nice, how could he be a rotten Slytherin!”





Harry smirked at the dumbstruck faces of the staff, “Oh this is going to be fun.” 


A/n: Okay Everyone Should Snape Tell Dumbledore or should he not?


Chapter 11: The Slytherin Prince
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Chapter 11



The Slytherin Prince



Harry sat laughing in the common room with his Slytherin classmates. “Did you see the look on Dumbledore’s face?” Harry asked Draco, “It was priceless!”



Blaise Zabini laughed, “He’s probably up in his office right now freaking out!”



“Yeah,” Harry laughed, “His precious, Boy-who-lived, is in Slytherin, oh whatever is he going to do.”



The first year Slytherins laughed.



“Did you see McGonagalls face? A second year asked joining the conversation. “She looked horrified!”



“They just don’t want to admit that we are the best,” Harry smirked. “They would prefer to believe that we are all dangerously dark wizards. Oh by the way, you can all call me Cal, all my friends do.”



“Cal?” Pansy said, “why Cal?”



“It’s a nickname a friend of mine came up with,” Harry said smirking. “Don’t ask where it came from.”



“Alright then Cal,” Gregory Goyle said, “We won’t ask.”



 



The next morning Harry got up before Draco, and realized that if his brother didn’t get up soon he would be late for breakfast.



“Dray, get up,” Harry said.



“A few more minutes, Cal,” Draco murmured.



“No,” Harry said, “You need to get up now. Aguanmenti.”



“ARGG!” Draco yelled sitting straight up. “POTTER!”



Harry smirked, “You wouldn’t get up,” he said shrugging, “Anyway we are all leaving in ten minutes whether your ready or not.



Draco came down to the common room ten minutes later. Harry snickered, “Not a morning person, Draco?”



“Shut up, Cal,” Draco snarled.



Harry smirked as they walked to the great hall, people stared at him as he passed on his way to the Slytherin table, “I wish they wouldn’t do that,” he muttered, “It’s rather distracting.”



“They’re probably making rumors about how you’ll be the next dark lord,” Draco said shrugging.



“Probably,” Harry agreed.



“We have Potions with the Gryffindors first,” Blaise Zabini noted looking at his timetables.



“Great,” Draco muttered. “Insufferable gits in the morning.”



Harry snorted, “I for one think we should try to break this rivalry.”



The Slytherins stared at him. “As in talk civilly to a Gryffindor!” Pansy said incredulously.                                                                             



“But think about it,” Harry smirked. “It’ll throw Dumbledore off.”



Draco smirked next to him, “If we throw off the house rivalry, we throw off the staff.”



“Exactly,” Harry said smirking.



“So what’s the plan?” Crabbe asked.



“We mingle with the Gryffindors in Potions,” Draco said. “That’ll throw Snape off.”



“Excellent,” the first years chorused.



Not long later Harry found himself sitting next to Hermione Granger in Potions class.



“So, Hermione,” Harry said.



“Yes?” she asked trying not to show her apprehension about the Slytherin boy.



“Are you excited?” Harry asked his Malfoy smirk coming to his face.



“Should I be?” she asked.



Just then the door slammed open and Snape came into the room. He surveyed the room for a minute clearly shocked at the seating arrangements and he began his role call.



“And ah,” Snape drawled his eyes fixed on Harry, “Mr. Potter, our new celebrity.” 



Harry sat there smirking. “If you say so, sir,” he responded. Snape looked like he wanted to do something to the boy but just smirked back and continued on. When he was in the middle of his lecture Harry’s hand shot into the air.



“Yes, Mr. Potter,” he asked his eyebrow arched.



“I just wanted to know, sir,” Harry began a grin playing across his face, “How can you bottle something that is an idea?”



Snape looked like he wanted to strangle the boy as he responded coolly, “It’s a figure of speech, Mr. Potter.”



“Ah, like green with envy?” Harry said as the class chuckled. Hermione was staring at him like he was insane.



“Mr. Potter if you can’t control yourself then I suggest you leave,” Snape snarled.



“No thank you professor,” Harry responded, “If find this quite fascinating.”



“I’m sure you do,” Snape muttered. When the bell finally rang Snape called out, “Mr. Potter stay behind.”



Harry hung back smirking, “What can I do for you, Severus?” he asked his grin growing.



Snape led the boy into his office and locked the door.



“Why didn’t any of you tell me?” he asked.



“Father was afraid you would tell Dumbledore,” Harry said looking at the ground, “He didn’t want Dumbledore to bring me back to them.” He spat out the last word with such hatred that Snape actually stepped back from the boy slightly.



“I won’t tell Dumbledore,” Snape assured the boy resting a hand on his shoulder. “Calais, will you tell me how you ended up with Lucius?”



Harry looked up at his head of house and Snape was surprised to see a slight glisten in his eyes.



“It’s alright if you can’t,” he said softly, surprising himself.



“No,” Harry said his voice calmer. “I ran away, and father found me in the forest, I nearly died.”



Snape sensed that this was not the entire story, but he did not push the boy any farther. “Dumbledore will suspect something,” he said.



“Let him,” Harry snarled surprising the potions master with hate for the Headmaster. “He doesn’t have any claim over me.”



A bell rang shocking the two out of their conversation. Snape went over to his desk and wrote a quick note, “Give that to Professor McGonagall,” He instructed.



Harry nodded and quietly left the room.



“Your late, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall’s voice ran through the room.



“Sorry Professor,” Harry said, handing her the note, “but I was talking to Professor Snape.” McGonagall appeared surprised for a minute before motioning for him to take a seat. He sat down next to Draco and Draco gave him a look.



“Later,” Harry mouthed. 


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A/n: Alright that one was really short, sorry everyone


Chapter 12: Meetings and Letters
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Chapter 12



Meetings and Letters



 



Dear Lucius,



            What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what is going to happen when Dumbledore finds out about your little charade here? And what does the boy mean by he almost died? I promise I will not tell Dumbledore, but I assure you sooner or later Dumbledore is going to find out and when he does he is not going to be happy. If you want that on your conscious go right ahead and continue this, but I suggest you come clean to the Ministry. I know you’re all high and mighty in your society and that the Malfoy’s can do no wrong, but you are not above prosecution in the Wizarding World. Lucius my friend, please endanger yourself recklessly.



Your Friend,
Professor Severus Snape


Snape put the finishing touches on his letter as a knock sounded at the door. He looked up and a forth year hufflepuff was standing in the doorway,



“What do you wand Mandrion?” Snape barked. The boy shifted slightly before saying,



“Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office, sir.”



Snape rolled his eyes, “Alright then.” He said standing up. The boy ran off, not wanting to spend another minute with the dreaded potions master.



Snape made his way up to Dumbledore’s office taking points off of Gryffindor because a Gryffindor first year got in his way.



“Lemon Drop,” he muttered reaching the gargoyle. He knocked at the door and heard the familiar, “Enter,” from inside.



“Ah, Severus, so glad you came swiftly!” Dumbledore said cheerfully. Snape glanced around noticing McGonagall sitting in a chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk. “Take a seat Severus.”



Snape complied sitting in the chair next to McGonagall.



“I must say, Mr. Potter’s house placement came as quite a shock,” Dumbledore said. “It’s a little bit scary, I admit. I don’t even remember Voldemort’s sorting calling Slytherin in such force.”



The two professors flinched at the name and Dumbledore chuckled, “He’s one for ten years and you still can’t stand his name. Anyway, Severus, how is Mr. Potter adapting?”



Snape raised an eyebrow. “Just fine,” he muttered.



“Severus you need to put aside your hatred for James Potter,” Dumbledore said sternly. “He is not his father.”



“His house placement says that much,” Minerva muttered.



“Are you jealous, Minerva?” Snape snarled. “Did you want the famous boy-who-lived in your house, perhaps on your quidditch team?”



McGonagall’s face went red, “We don’t even know if he’s good at quidditch!” she protested.



Snape smirked, “He’s James Potter’s son, and of course he’s going to be good at quidditch.”



“He’s not his father Severus,” Dumbledore stated calmly.



Snape shrugged, “Is all you wanted was to know about the Potter boy?”



“I actually wanted to ask you to keep an eye on Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore said softly, “I fear that leaving him at the Dursleys may have been a grave mistake.”



“What makes you say that?” Snape snarled, inwardly laughing. Dumbledore remained silent. “You’re worried that he’ll become the next Dark Lord?” Dumbledore’s eyes revealed to the teachers that this was exactly what he was thinking.



“You know the rumors, Severus,” Minerva whispered. “You better than anyone should know the talk in the death eaters’ circles.”



Snape sighed, “I will keep an eye on him, but as of right now Mr. Potter doesn’t show signs of becoming a dark lord.”



“Neither did Voldemort,” Dumbledore said sadly. Snape fought to keep a laugh down.



“I suppose you are right, headmaster.”



“I worry that even if he isn’t headed there now, the Slytherins will force him down that path; we both know that some of them are children of death eaters.”



“I will look into it,” Snape responded coolly.



“Thank you Severus,” Dumbledore responded, “You are dismissed.”



Snape had barely made it back to his office when a black eagle owl swooped through the window.



Professor Severus Snape
Potions Master
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry


Snape snorted, the only person he knew that was that formal in addressing letters was Lucius Malfoy. He opened the letter and began to read,



Severus,



We need to talk. Meet me in the three broomsticks at seven tonight.



Lucius



Snape glanced at the clock and groaned, it was ten to seven. He grabbed a cloak and started off towards the village of Hogsmeade. He entered the pub and went over to where he saw his friend sitting.



“Severus,” Lucius greeted.



“Lucius,” Snape returned. “What’s this about?”



“Sit,” Lucius instructed. “How are my sons?”



“Your son is fine,” Snape emphasized the singular.



“And Calais?” Lucius asked eagerly.



“Apparently doesn’t exist,” Snape said giving him a look.



“Stop playing around Severus,” Lucius stated.



“I’m playing around?” Snape snarled, “Lucius you lied to me for three years!”



“It was necessary, Severus!” Lucius responded, “I didn’t want you to…to…”



“To what exactly, Lucius?” Snape snarled, “We’ve been friends for nearly 30 years, Lucius, don’t you trust me?”



“Severus, it’s not that, its just,” Lucius gulped. “I was afraid.”



Snape looked taken aback, “What?” he whispered, “of what?”



“I was afraid you’d tell Dumbledore,” Lucius admitted his gaze falling towards the table.



Snape looked at the man for several minutes before saying, “Lucius, my allegiances are nothing compared to my friendship with you.”



“It was stupid, alright?” Lucius stated, “But Dumbledore would have forced him back to those muggles.”



“What is it about these muggles?” Snape asked, “Calais mentioned something about them too.”



Lucius looked up at Snape and he was shocked to see tears threatening to escape the proud man’s eyes, “They beat him, Severus,” he whispered. “They beat him for weeks before he got away. I found him in the woods, without a jacket on, in the middle of a snow storm. He nearly died that night Severus.”



Snape was horrified, “How old was he?”



“Six.”



“Six?” Snape whispered in horror, “They did that to a six-year-old child?”



Lucius nodded.



“What was Dumbledore thinking?” Severus gasped. “Putting a child with that kind of people!”



“I thought you hated James Potter?” Lucius said a smirk threatening to come through.



“I did,” Severus responded immediately. Lucius shook his head.



“Yet you are very compassionate about his son.”



“Yes, but it’s Calais!” Severus protested. “I’ve known the boy sine he was eight, hell I’ve trained the boy. I’m not totally heartless!”



Lucius laughed slightly.



“Oh my god,” Snape gasped suddenly, “I trained the boy-who-lived.”



“So?”



“Lucius!” Snape gasped, “We trained the boy-who-lived in the Dark Arts!”



“So?”



“Lucius!” Snape snarled, “What the hell were you thinking?”



“Only that my son needed to know,” Lucius responded.



“But he wasn’t your son!” Snape snarled.



“He is now,” Lucius stated. “We performed a blood ritual. He would have died if we didn’t.”



Snape gaped at the man. “Lucius if this gets out…”



“The only five people that know about it are Narcissa, Draco, Calais, you and me, who is possibly going to tell?”



“What happens when he accidentally performs something that he shouldn’t know?” Snape snarled. “He was supposed to have grown up with the muggles! If he starts performing magic that he shouldn’t be able to do yet then Dumbledore will become suspicious! What if he finds out that I’m the reason he knows the Dark arts!”



“Severus relax,” Lucius told the man.



“Relax! RELAX?” Snape snarled. “If Dumbledore finds out it’s a one way ticket to Azkaban for me! Dumbledore’s trust is the only thing keeping me out of Azkaban!”



“Severus, don’t worry!” Lucius stated, “You’re an expert Occlumens, how will Dumbledore find out?”



Snape paused, “the boys,” he whispered, “he’ll skim the boys’ minds.”



“They are skilled enough to keep certain thoughts buried deep,” Lucius stated, “Even if we haven’t taught them Occlumency yet.”



“I hope your right Lucius,” Snape responded, “It’s both of our skins on the line if you’re wrong.”


Chapter 13: Flying Lessons
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A/N: Hey everyone, hope you enjoy...sorry its a bit short, I'll try harder next time


Chapter 13



Flying Lessons



Harry led the rest of the first-year Slytherins out onto the field where Madam Hooch and the Gryffindors were waiting.



“About time,” Ron muttered causing Harry to frown. Harry walked and stood next to Ron.



“Hello Ron,” he said smiling. “How are you?”



Ron glared at him and sneered, “Why do you want to know?”



Harry shrugged, “Just wondering. You know Slytherins aren’t as evil as you make them out to be.”



“Sure,” Ron sneered. “And You-Know-You was a kitten.”



Harry chuckled, “No mate, he definitely was not a kitten.”



“I’m not your mate,” Ron snarled.



“Everyone place your hand over your broom and say “up”!” Madam Hooch instructed.



“Up,” Harry commanded and the broom jumped into his hand, the only other person to get it up on the first try was Draco and the brothers winked at each other. Ron scowled at Harry and Harry suggested, “Try saying it with a little more force, you have to let the broom know that your boss.”



Ron looked skeptical but he tried it anyway. To his surprise it flew nicely into his hand. He smiled slightly at Harry before returning to his usual scowl.



“Alright everyone on my whistle! One, two…”



Everyone stared in shock as Neville Longbottom rose in the air, screaming.



“Mr. Longbottom come down here this instant!” Madam Hooch yelled.



“He doesn’t know how,” Harry thought desperately. Harry tightened his grip on his broom and took off.



“MR. POTTER!” Madam Hooch shrieked. “WHAT IN MERLIN’S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”



Harry flew after Neville as he began to slip off the broom. Neville’s hand left the broom and he started to fall. Harry went into a dive and his hand closed on Neville’s wrist. Neville looked up in shock only to see the vivid green eyes of the Slytherin boy. “Don’t worry, I got you!” Harry shouted. Harry slowly lowered him to the ground before dropping him a foot from the ground. The entire class, including the Slytherin’s cheered.



“MR. POTTER!” Madam Hooch shrieked, “NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER IN ALL MY YEAR HAVE I SEEN ANYONE DO SOMETHING SO RECKLESS! YOU’RE COMING WITH ME! AND THE REST OF YOU I DON’T WANT TO SEE ONE BROOM IN THE AIR OR YOU’LL BE OUT OF HOGWARTS BEFORE YOU CAN SAY QUIDDITCH!”



Harry looked towards the ground as he followed her towards the castle. She decided he was going to slow and grabbed him by the scruff of his robes, “Ow!” he protested. She paid no attention to his protests and continued muttering about recklessness all the way down to the dungeons. She banged on the door to the potions classroom and interrupted Snape’s fifth year class. He rose an eyebrow and said,



“What could be so important that you have to interrupt my lesson?”



Madam Hooch started in on his disciplinary problem and what happened on the quidditch pitch. Snape’s eyes seemed to light up at the mention of a dive to catch the falling boy.



“I see nothing wrong with him saving another boy’s life,” Snape drawled.



“Saving another boy’s life!” Madam Hooch shrieked. “He nearly killed both of them!”



“Surely you are exaggerating,” Snape responded. “I will deal with Potter.”



Madam Hooch glared at the Potions Master and stormed out of the room. “Flint stay behind, the rest of you, leave us.”



“Yes professor,” Flint asked coming up to him.



“You are in need of a seeker are you not?” Snape asked examining Harry.



“Yes sir,” Flint responded.



“Potter will fill the position of seeker,” Snape decided.



“WHAT?!” the two boys spluttered.



“You heard me,” Snape responded and turned to leave. Flint stared at Harry after the man had left.



 



“You better catch that snitch Potter,” he growled. Harry smiled slightly. “First practice is Thursday at seven, don’t be late.” The fifth year boy swept out of the classroom leaving a very bewildered first year behind.



“What just happened?” Harry thought. “Did Severus seriously just make me Seeker? He’s never even seen me fly!”



“Potter is there a reason you are still here?” the drawling voice of Snape asked.



Harry smirked, “Sorry Professor, just lost in thought.” Harry began to leave when Snape spoke again,



“Calais…” Harry turned at the mention of his Malfoy name.



“Yes Professor?”



“I hear you’re a magnificent flier,” Snape smirked. “You better keep the Cup in my office and don’t make me regret this decision.”



Harry smirked, “Yes sir.”



“Now get out of my sight,” Snape drawled. Harry hurried out of the room only to be bombarded with questions from the first year Slytherin boys.



“What happened?” Blaise Zabini asked.



“Yeah Cal,” Gregory Goyle asked, “What happened.”



Harry looked at Draco with a triumphant smirk on his face, “I’m the new Slytherin Seeker.”



Draco’s eyes bulged, “Leave it to Snape to reward us for our wrongdoings!”



Harry laughed. “Not that it was wrong,” Draco added, “I’m beginning to like your whole end of the feud thing.” The others laughed.



“I agree,” Zabini responded. “Life’s so much better without enemies!” Harry laughed.



Later that day Neville came up to Harry and said, “Erm, Potter, I wanted to thank you…”



“No need, Neville,” Harry responded. “And please call me Harry, or Cal.”



“Cal?” Neville asked.



Harry laughed, “Don’t ask.”



“I guess I won’t then,” Neville said smiling.



“OY NEVILLE!” a voice said behind them. The two turned to see Ron Weasley.



“Hey Ron,” Neville said. Harry nodded at the Gryffindor boy.



“Hey Potter,” Ron said stiffly, “Listen I might have underestimated you, that was…”



Harry smirked, “I see.” Ron allowed a smile to play on his face. “Friends?”



“Friends,” Ron agreed shaking Harry’s hand.



“I’ll see you later then, Gryffindor,” Harry stated.



“Later Slytherin,” Ron responded leaving with Neville.



 



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Chapter 14: Growing Friendships
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Chapter 14


Growing Friendships


Harry entered the great hall alone the next morning. His Slytherin friends were all still in the common room doing who knows what so he gazed around the hall. Eyeing someone he headed toward the Gryffindor table and plopped down next to Ron Weasley. Everyone in the great hall stared at him. 


“What’s wrong?” he asked beaming at the Gryffindors around him.

“You-you-your not supposed to be here,” Neville stuttered.


“Oh?” Harry asked. “Why not?”

“It’s the Gryffindor table,” Hermione said rolling her eyes.


“So?” Harry asked cockily.


“Slytherins don’t sit at the Gryffindor table,” Ron stated his eyes wide.


“So?” Harry asked again.


The three looked at him for a second before bursting out laughing.


“Always have to be different, aye Potter?” Ron laughed.


“Course,” Harry grinned. “After all, people expect it of me!”


Hermione was giving the Slytherin boy a disaprroving glare and he asked, “What’s wrong Mione?”


“This goes against every school tra—wait what did you say?” the bushy haired girl asked.


“What’s wrong Mione?” Harry repeated.


“Mione?” she asked. “Where did that come from?”


Harry chuckled, “Since when do we call people by their given names?”

“Err…since always,” Hermione replied.


“Nonsense,” Harry laughed, “Everyone calls me Cal.”


“Cal?” the three Gryffindors repeated, “why Cal?”


“Dunno,” Harry shrugged, “Someone just made it up one day.”

The teachers were looking at the Gryffindor in amusement. Dumbledore was looking upon the table with that annoying twinkle in his eye.


“Headmaster you’re doing it again,” Snape grumbled.


“Doing what Severus?” Dumbledore asked pleasantly.


“You’ve got that annoying twinkle in your eyes,” Snape muttered, “and you’re glancing at my student.”


“Really Severus?” Dumbledore asked.


Snape rolled his eyes.

“This is quite odd,” Minerva put in. “A Slytherin student with enough decent qualities to talk to Gryffindors.”


“I BEG YOUR PARDON?” Snape snarled a little too loudly causing many heads to turn in the hall.


“You heard me Severus,” Minerva said with a slight smirk on her usually stern face.


“I THINK I HEARD WRONG,” Snape snarled, “WOULD YOU LIKE TO REPEAT THAT?”


“Not really Severus,” Minerva said. “But if I must, A Slytherin student…”


“Minerva,” Dumbledore said warningly.


Snape glared at the Transfiguration teacher and left the table in a foul mood. Harry laughed as he saw this.


“What’s so funny?” Ron asked.


“I believe Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape just got into an argument about me sitting at the Gryffindor table,” Harry told him.


Ron smirked, “Is that so?”


“It sure looked like it,” Harry laughed. “Any way, some of the Slytherins and I wanted to know if you wanted to join us…” Here he leaned in close to the three. “Wanted to join us in a little mischief tonight, we decided that it’s time for Hogwarts to know who it’s now hosting.”


“Are you insane?!” Hermione scolded, “Sneak out at night! You’ll be expelled!”


Harry chuckled softly, “Only if we’re caught.”


Hermione looked dead set against it and Ron and Neville looked slightly skeptical.


“Meet us in the trophy room at midnight if your game,” Harry whispered. “Tah!” He left the table and went over to where his friends were now sitting. Draco raised an eyebrow at him. Harry leaned over to Draco and whispered, “I asked them.”


“Excellent,” he said. “Blaise is joining us tonight too.”


“They haven’t said if they’ll come yet,” Harry warned the boy. Draco shrugged.


“Then we’ll do it without them.”


Harry grinned and shook his head. “Alright Draco.”


That evening Draco, Harry, and Blaise made their way to the Trophy room at the same time that Neville and Ron made their way to the trophy room.


“Honestly!” Hermione said following them down the corridor, “You’ll be expelled!”


“If you don’t want to come then go back,” Ron whispered. Hermione grumbled and turned to go back before realizing that the fat lady had left her portrait. “So you’re coming then?”


“I guess so,” she grumbled. “But if I’m expelled may it be on your conscience.”


“Alrightly!” Ron said giddily. They entered the trophy room and a voice said,


“Excellent you came.”


“Hey Harry,” Ron said.


“Mione, I’m surprised to see you,” Harry smirked, “what was that about getting expelled?”


Hermione rolled her eyes, “Someone had to make sure you don’t kill yourselves.”


“That hurt's, Granger,” Draco said. “That hurt's a lot.”


“Anyway,” Harry laughed. “We need a name for ourselves.”


“What?” the other five chorused. “Why?”


“Well we can’t very well tell everyone we did it can we?” Harry laughed.


“Suppose not,” Draco muttered. “How’s about Dark Warriors?”


The others looked at him skeptically. 

“We are going to prank people not kill people,” Harry said.

“Night Stalkers?” Ron suggested.


“No,” Draco shot it down.


“Why not just pranksters?” Hermione asked.


The others shot glances at each other and answered simultaneously, “No.”


“Habarans?” Blaise suggested.


“Huh?” they asked.


“I dunno, I just made it up,” Blaise shrugged.


“We could work with that,” Harry nodded.


“Harbarers.”


“No.”


“This is pointless!” Hermione groaned.


“Draconianers,” Draco suggested.


“Oh that’ll go over well,” Harry rolled his eyes, “It has your name right in it.”


“Amusanters,” Hermione suggested.


“What?” Ron asked.


“Amusant is Dutch for funny,” Hermione explained.


“Excellent!” the others exclaimed.

“Amusanters it is!” Harry laughed.


“Who’s there?” A voice called, causing them all to glance at each other nervously.


“Run!” Harry whispered as the six of them ran. They ran until they reached the end of a corridor.


“This is the third floor!” Hermione whispered frantically. “It’s forbidden!”


“Oh well!” Draco snarled. “Open the door, Weasely!”


“It’s locked!” Ron whispered frantically, “We’re done for!”


“Oh move over!” Hermione hissed. “Alohomora!”


The six eleven year olds ran into the room and the door snapped shut behind them. Draco and Blaise leaned on the door after a few minutes Draco hissed, “I think he’s gone.”


“He probably thinks this door is locked!” Ron exclaimed.


“It WAS locked, Ronald!” Hermione hissed.


“And for good reason,” Harry stated. The others looked up and gasped as they saw a huge three-headed dog standing in the room. “Let’s get out of here!”


The six ran, three of them heading up to Gryffindor tower and the other three down to the Slytherin Dungeons.


“Let’s NEVER go near that thing again!” Draco spat as Harry and Blaise plopped down on a couch.


“Agreed,” Harry and Blaise replied.


“And we didn’t even get a chance to plan our prank!” Draco groaned.

“There’s always tomorrow,” Harry replied, “Anyways, perhaps Halloween will be the perfect time to introduce everyone to the Amusanters, and it’s only a week away.”


“Perhaps,” Draco shrugged. “Night.”


“Night,” the other two boys said. 

A/n: YEAH! They released the date for the Seventh Book!!!! I can't wait until July 21st!!!!!


Chapter 15: Halloween
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Chapter 15 
Halloween



“Where’s Hermione?” Harry asked entering the great hall with the rest of his friends on Halloween.



“Dean, that git,” Ron snarled, “Made fun of her after Charms today; I heard from Lavender that she was in the bathroom crying!”



“She’s going to miss it!” Draco hissed.



“Well we can’t vary well go and get her can we?” Ron hissed. “Anyway we’ll see you later, bye.” Neville and Ron headed off towards the Gryffindor table as the other three headed towards the Slytherin table.



“Here it comes,” Draco whispered.



**BANG**



All of the members of the staff found themselves dressed in ridiculous colors. Snape stood up looking livid.



“WEASELYS!” he yelled.



Dumbledore smirked, “I don’t think they’re at fault this time Severus.” Dumbledore pointed towards a glittering sign.



The “Coloring of the Professors” was brought to you by THE AMUSANTERS! Hope you had a totally WILD Halloween!”



Just then the doors to the Great Hall flew open. Professor Quirrell came running it screaming,



“TROLLLLLLLLLL IN THE DUNGEONS!” He passed out on the floor and the students started to scream. As Dumbledore instructed the prefects to lead their houses to their dormitories the five boys met at the entrance.



“Hermione doesn’t know!” Harry gasped. “Come on!”



Harry led the way to the girls’ bathroom. They heard a shriek and Ron muttered, “I think the trolls left the dungeons.”



They entered the girls’ bathroom to find Hermione pinned against the wall. Harry and Draco had their wands out in milliseconds. Harry, forgetting all sense, raced toward the troll mounting its back, his wand flying up its nose.



“CAL!” Draco yelled as the troll grabbed Harry and started swinging its club at him.



“DO SOMETHING!” Harry yelled.



“LIKE WHAT?” Ron yelled.



“ANYTHING!”



“WINDGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” Blaise yelled at the same time Draco yelled,



“BORABORADAS!”



Blaise’s spell hit the club and caused it to hover above the troll’s head and Draco’s spell hit the troll’s arm causing it to scream in pain and drop Harry. Blaise dropped the club on its head and it fell unconscious.



“Is it dead?” Hermione asked coming from where she was huddled under a sink.



“I don’t think so,” Neville stated softly.



“Just knocked out,” Harry replied.



“What the, Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom!” McGonagall said coming around the corner and seeing the two of them. Snape and Quirrell followed her and noticed the other four.



“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, Mr, Weasely, and Miss Granger,” he growled. McGonagall jumped and looked at the other four.



“What is going on here?” McGonagall asked.



“Well you see…”



“Ummm….”



“We were just…”



“Spit it out!” Snape growled.



Harry noticed blood on his robes and looked up at him in surprise. Snape appeared not to notice Harry’s surprise as their gazes locked.



“It’s my fault professor,” Hermione stated. “I went looking for the troll. I read about them and thought I could handle it. I’m sorry to say I was gravely mistaken. If the boys hadn’t come, I’d most likely be dead.”



The five of them stared at her.



“Five points from Gryffindor for your sincere lack of judgment,” McGonagall stated.



“And five points to each of the boys, for sheer dumb luck.”



“Um,” Quirrell stated suddenly.



“What?” the two professors snarled looking at him.



“The troll just woke up.”



Harry’s eyes opened in shock as the troll grabbed him from behind. His hand tightened on his wand as he began, “BOR---“



He was unable to finish the curse as a jet of red light from Snape hit the troll, knocking it unconscious once again.



“Do something with that monster,” Snape snarled at Quirrell. He went over to Harry and lifted him to his feet. He left the bathroom taking the Sytherins with him. He quickly sent Blaise and Draco on their way before leading Harry to his office.



“DO YOU HAVE ANY SENSE AT ALL!” he yelled.



“What?” Harry asked confused.



“YOU COULD HAVE BEEN EXPELLED!” Snape yelled.



“But we were saving Her—“



“I am not talking about the incident with the troll,” Snape growled.



“Then I don’t know what your talking about,” Harry protested.



“THE BORABORAS CURSE!” he snarled. “YOU WERE GOING TO USE IT IN FRONT OF MCGONAGALL AND QUIRRELL!”



“What…oh,” Harry said looking down to the ground. “I guess I wasn’t thinking.”



“Calais,” Snape muttered, stepping closer. “You could have been expelled and your father and I would have been thrown into Azkaban.”



“WHAT?” Harry gasped his eyes shooting up to meet Snape’s.



“It was necessary to teach you and Draco the Dark Arts due to your position in the Elvin society, but here in Hogwarts if the headmaster finds out…” Snape let the sentence hang in the air.



“I am sorry, Severus,” Harry responded. “I didn’t think.”



“Understandable,” Snape responded, “Now I believe it is time for you to return to your common room. I trust that you can find your way.”



“Yes sir,” Harry responded turning to leave.



“Calais,” Snape said as he reached for the doorknob.



“Yes?”



“Do be careful,” Snape said smirking. “The castle can mislead us into danger once in awhile.”


Harry chuckled and smirked, “Whatever you say.”


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