Life As A Slytherin

Life as a Slytherin chapter two

Harry sat on his desk, not bothering with the chair, looking at the family photo album. He had gotten it from Jasmine's room. Harry had his own photo album, but right after his first year, when he came back from the Malfoys', it was gone.

*flashback*

"Bye, Malfoy," Harry said as he got into the fancy fireplace.

Harry appeared seconds later at his house. There wasn't anymore to greet him, in fact, his parents were supposed to take him to get some new robes, but Mr. Malfoy went and took him to do his shopping There, he saw his parents, but they didn't acknowledge him, they were too busy getting Jasmine's school supplies. He also saw the Weasleys'. Not even Mrs. Weasley had said 'hi', but Ginny had given him a small wave.

"Don't mind them," Mrs. Malfoy said, putting a comforting arm on his shoulder. Malfoy and Harry then went into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"Man, your parents are tough," Malfoy said as they looked at the Nimbus Two-Thousand and Ones. Harry sighed.

"I'd ask my parents for one of these, but I'd likely get in trouble for asking," Harry said gloomily. Malfoy gave him a half-sympathetic look.

"Well, it's your birthday soon," Malfoy said. He nodded towards the broom, “I can ask my father.”

"I don't think so," Harry said, feeling his cheeks burn. Just because his parents didn't want him to have a good broom, didn't mean that he was about to accept charity.

"I'm sure my father can arrange it," Malfoy said.

"Arrange what?" Mr. Malfoy asked, he was standing right behind them. Malfoy's face broke into a grin.

"Well, we've been looking at these brooms, and were thinking about how they could improve our chances of making the house team," Malfoy said to his father, "and how Potter's birthday is soon."

"Why, Harry, you didn't say!" Mr. Malfoy said, clapping a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I'm guessing you want that broom? The highest on the market!" Mr. Malfoy said, leading him and Malfoy into the store.

"Two Nimbus', make it quick," Mr. Malfoy told the teen at the register, the teen gingerly took out two cases.

"Here, you go sir, that'll--"

"Harry! You better not be buying a broom! We said we'd get you one later!" James Potter said, looking at Harry with Mr. Malfoy and the younger Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy straightened his back and looked at James Potter from his nose.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black," Mr. Malfoy said.

"Malfoy," Sirius and James said in the same, cold tone. Harry looked uncomfortably around the three adults. He could see Jasmine shooting him dirty looks.

"I just thought that young Harry deserved a gift for his birthday, and for making me and my wife proud," Malfoy said, in a snobbish voice. The tips of their ears went red. Harry shifted around uncomfortably. Mr. Malfoy just gave the clerk the allotted money and handed a case to Harry.

"Here you go, my boy, congratulations and happy birthday! Let's head over to the manor, Narscissa is waiting," Mr. Malfoy said, pulling out a chain.

"Portkey," Harry grabbed on, and looked at his father. He ignored him. Sirius sighed angrily and went back to Lily and Jasmine.

*end flashback*

POP! Lily Potter apparated into the foyer of their house. Harry was sitting on a couch, reading a book with a black cover.

"Harry?" she asked walking towards him. Harry looked at her. his face was a little red, and his eyes were shiny with unshed tears.

"What?" Harry muttered, putting the book down.

"The Weasley's invited you over for dinner, do you want to come? Ok! Great, come on," Lily said, looking at the book. It was plain black. Nothing was on the cover.

"What's that book about?" Lily asked, starting to reach for the book, Harry grabbed it and put both hands securely on it. Lily rolled her eyes.

"Come on, they're waiting," Lily said, holding out a portkey. Harry reached out a hand and stood up.

"Activate."

*~*~*

"Hello, Harry, dear!" Mrs. Weasley said, ushering him in a chair next to Ginny Weasley. She scowled and scooted away from him. Harry sighed as Mrs. Weasley happily put food on his plate. Harry moodily ate some roast, looking around. Everyone was chatting and having a great time. Except for him. As the meal progressed, he began to feel light headed. He was beginning to think that Mrs. Weasley, or his dad and Sirius did something to his food. He looked at them. They were laughing at something Sirius said. Harry put his head on the table. He'd just close his eyes for a second...

"Harry? Why are you sleeping?" Lily asked, Harry opened his eyes. There was nobody at the table and all the plates were cleared.

"Tired, I guess," Harry muttered. He looked around, to the window. It was pitch black. He still felt light headed and just plain old blah.

"Well come on and join everyone in the living room!" Lily said walking away, not waiting for a response. Harry sighed and got up. He almost fell over with fatigue. Something was wrong.

"Harry, stop being rude! Come in here!" James Potter yelled. Harry could hear Sirius sniggering. Harry sighed again and went to the living room. The only open seat was near Ginny Weasley. It was just his luck. He plopped down right next to her. She threw him a dirty look and scooted over as far as possible. Harry sighed and looked around.

"So, Harry, are you really doing the Dark Arts?" James asked almost casually. All eyes were on him. Like they planned it.

Harry felt a voice in his head urge him to answer. Say yes... Harry shook the voice out. Earning some stares from the Weasley clan. They might not be apart of it. But his parents were. Sirius too. Harry looked at them.

"Did you spike something? On my plate?" Harry asked them, looking at them. James and Sirius looked at each other. Lily sighed and put a hand over her eyes.

"Are you doing the Dark Arts?" James asked again, a little more firmly. Harry felt the urge higher but stopped it.

"No," Harry said simply. He looked at James and Sirius' shocked expressions. Lily looked at him with disbelieving eyes.

"Well than what was that book you were reading?" Lily said, looking at him.

Dark arts book...

"Nothing," Harry said, feeling drained from using all his strength and will power to keep his system from giving in to what ever they had used on him. He could see little black blurs roam the edges of his vision.

"Harry?" Lily asked. Harry couldn't take it.

"Yes?"

"Are you ok?"

"No."

"Why? Sirius, what was in that?" Lily asked, turning around, looking at the two men. They shifted around.

"Uh... one drop of Veritaserum?" James said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lily rolled her eyes.

"And I guess none of you have the least idea what it does to juveniles?" Lily said, rolling her eyes. Harry leaned back in the chair.

"One drop is powerful enough, we don't even know if he's allergic to it!" Lily said. Now everyone was watching Harry in interest, seeing what was going to happen, if he was allergic, he probably was, since he was barley breathing. Harry then started coughing.

He sat up, one hand holding his stomach and one over his mouth. Everyone was staring. Harry fell back again, his hand fell. There was blood all over his hand. Ginny gasped and scooted forward to him, maternal instincts kicking in as Lily and Mrs. Weasley went forward. Lily and Mrs. Weasley had healer training, but Ginny just looked at them. The men shifted uncomfortably and left the room.

"Well, he is allergic to Veritaserum, one of the few. He's lucky to be breathing," Mrs. Weasley said, "one drop more than that, not a good idea."

"Well, let's just let him rest, I guess," Lily said. She, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny waked back into the kitchen where everyone was. Ron was going an impression of Harry, over dramatized, of course. Everyone was roaring with laughter. Lily took a seat and relaxed as Fred and George, who were entertaining everyone, continued with their skit on how Harry acted at school with the Malfoy brat. She laughed along with the others.

*~*~*

Harry opened his eyes sleepily and looked around, he was in the living room of the Weasley's house. Looking around he realized that, nobody was there. Harry couldn't remember much of the evening.

Harry walked over to the fireplace and got some floo powder. He threw the powder in and the green flames to burst up.

"Malfoy Manor!" Harry said, stepping in. After a journey of soot and fire, he found himself in an elegant marble fireplace. He saw Malfoy strut in, looking at the fireplace.

"Hey Potter, family finally get to you?" Malfoy said, shaking Harry's hand.

"Yes, today I found out that I'm allergic to Veritaserum and I'm the after-dinner show," Harry muttered. Malfoy laughed and led Harry to another regal living room.

"So, you ever going back?" Malfoy asked, he sounded a little unenthusiastic about asking, but Harry didn't mind.

"Ha, they already made it clear to me that I'm out of the house when I turn seventeen," Harry said looking around the lavishly furnished room. Malfoy let out a whistle.

"Harsh, let's play truth or dare, you first, dare. Go scare Ginny Weasley, now, I'll bring my Invisibility cloak and I'll watch," Malfoy said, standing up. Harry sighed and stood up.

"And you expect us to walk, Malfoy?" Harry asked sarcastically. Malfoy scowled.

"Well, maybe if you could put that curse on my wand, I could make a portkey," Malfoy muttered. Harry took the signal and pointed his wand at a a random book.

"Portus," Harry said, the book emitted a blue glow but faded and remained still.

"Voice activated, come on," Harry said, grabbing the book and shoving it towards Malfoy.

"You sure you didn't botch it?" Malfoy said, grabbing a hold.

"Trust me, activate!" Harry said. They disappeared.

*~*~*

"Ok, hide, or the Weasleys' will notice, I'll get a... a snake!" Harry said, looking around for a snake.

"Are you a wizard or not?" came Malfoy's muffled voice from the cloak.

"No shit Sher-- oh! Accio snake!" Harry whispered, pointing his wand at the garden. Harry could hear Malfoy standing up on a bench nearby.

"Now for the distraction to get Miss. Weasley!" Harry said, jabbing his wand at a window in her room. The window shattered.

Ginny stuck her head out to see Harry Potter sitting on the floor, with a green garden snake. She looked around, and sprinted to the garden. Why was Potter here? He wasn't wanted.

"Potter, what are you doing--AAH!" Ginny finished off with a bloodcurdling scream as she saw Potter talking in Parseltongue with a little snake. She could hear the eerie hissing still coming from him as Ginny ran back to the house, screaming bloody murder.

"GINNY! What's the matter?" Ron asked, coming outside with Fred and George. Ginny was shaking.

"P-potter's ou-out there, t-talking to a s-snake," Ginny said, teeth chattering, the only person who could talk to snakes in this lifetime was Voldemort, and he was dead.

"What's the dolt doing here?" Fred asked, mock scratching his head.

"I don't know, but he's brought a friend," George said, looking up. There was some legs running around the garden.

"Go! they spotted us!" Harry yelled, looking at the crowd now running towards them. Malfoy panicked.

"Make the portkey! HURRY!" Malfoy said stopping next to Harry. Harry shrugged and lifted his wand, a green light shot out, looking as deadly as the killing curse and forming a glowing green shield before them.

"What the hell? Potter, you stole my father's books, haven't you?" Malfoy asked, looking at the shield James Potter and Sirius Black were shooting spells at. The green shield was consuming them and growing bigger.

"He hasn't noticed, and I read about it in a book today," Harry said simply as if he was talking about how his trip to the corner shop went. Malfoy just stared at him.

"So, are you going to make the portkey so we can get the hell out of here?" Malfoy asked, as he saw the Weasley twins and Ron running towards the end of the shield, which was more than two hundred feet away.

"Truth, Malfoy, seduce Ginny Weasley, I want to see it, now," Harry said, looking at Malfoy with an evil grin.

"Hurry, they're coming closer," he smiled and pointed to Ginny.

"Fine," Malfoy said, "Ginny Weasley, you know you want this cock!"

"Let's go!" Malfoy said, "Before she gets the wrong message."

"Fine, Portus," Harry said, pointing his wand at a rock, he picked it up and held it to Malfoy.

"Activate," Harry said almost dully as Fred and George ran to them, out of breath. They disappeared.

*~*~*

"You owe me ten Galleons," Harry said, holding out his hand as they went to one of Malfoy's regal bedrooms. Malfoy rolled his eyes. Harry shrugged and held out his left hand.

"Hand over ten-- twenty Galleons and you don't get hurt," Harry said, pointing his wand at Malfoy. He gulped.

"What? You're 'mugging' me?" Malfoy asked, looking around the room, he went to a corner, Harry's wand still trained on him.

"Make it thirty then," Harry said smiling evilly at Malfoy. Malfoy took a bag of gold out of his drawer with shaking hands and threw it at Potter's feet.

"Thank you for your cooperation, let's go play Quidditch now!" Harry said, holding a hand out to Malfoy who accepted it. they walked to the Quidditch storage area and grabbed some spare Firebolts and went to the field.

"So, can I have my money back?" Malfoy asked, swinging a bludger at Harry. Harry sighed and swung the bludger at Malfoy, it flew into his bat, with too much force, as the bat broke.

"No, it's mine," Harry said, getting a Quaffle and throwing to Malfoy who went to a position in the keeper's circle. Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"You know you're as rich as me, and yet you still steal from me everytime you come over, why not ask your parents?" Malfoy asked, voice dripping with sarcasim. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I have asked before, the usual, as usual," Harry muttered, looking off into space.

*~*~*

Newly twelve-year-old Harry Potter went to his dad in the living room. He could see his dad looking at him, wondering the mistakes he made. Leading to his son being a Slytherin.

"Hey, dad, I need some more money, I'm running low and the Malfoys' are taking me to Diagon Alley," Harry said, plopping down next to his father. His dad cringed, and studied Harry for a long time.

"Well, let's see, we gave you fifty Galleons last September, right before you first year, and it's... gone?" James asked him, mock curiosity in his voice. Harry shrugged, not looking his father in the eyes.

"I spent it," Harry said, finally looking up. James sighed.

"On what?" James asked, what would a Slytherin need money for? Illegal potions and books was his first guess.

"Well, you see, some guys in my house were experimenting, and they needed funds, it was really cool--"

"So you think I'm just a money bank?" James asked, his face hardening, so his son was supporting illegal activities.

"Son," he said the word was a little harder to say since he found out his son's house, "you should be more responsible, I suggest you earn money yourself from now on, you are a Slytherin, are you not?" James said, emphasizing Slytherin.

Harry's lower lip trembled, since he was sorted, his father had been so cold, as were his mother and sister. Sirius didn't bother to hide that he didn't want to be his godfather anymore. He stuck out, like the sore thumb he was.

"Is there anything else you want?" James asked, looking at Harry who was still sitting there. Harry shook his head and left. He flooed to Malfoy's place and told Malfoy to give him money. Malfoy thought it was a joke. He realized it wasn't when Harry broke his nose. Malfoy gave him the money and backed off. Then he and Harry worked up this story about a mad bludger.

*flashback*

"Hey Potter, what are you doing here? We were going to pick you up at three, it's eleven," Malfoy drawled, helping Harry up.

"Let's go to your room," Harry said, getting an idea, a cunning idea, one of those found only in the dark depths of his mind.

"Uh, sure," Malfoy said, looking uneasily at Potter. They walked in, and Harry stood in front of Malfoy.

"Give me all the money you have in your pocket," Harry said, thrusting out his left hand. Malfoy laughed at him, and went forward to clap a hand on his shoulder.

CRACK!

Harry punched Malfoy straight in the nose. He fell to the ground, blood pouring down his front.

"You weren’t kidding," Malfoy said thickly.

"Hand it over," Harry said, helping him up and holding out his hand. Malfoy hurriedly took out a bag of gold from his dresser and handed it to Harry, who smiled and put it in his robes.

"Nasty what that bludger did to your nose, huh, Malfoy?" Harry said, smiling evilly. Malfoy sent a look of hatred. He sighed.

"Fine, but you'll pay," Malfoy said, voice muffled by the blood. Harry smirked.

"Yeah, have another bag ready by the end of the summer, double the amount that's in here."

*end flashback*

"Potter?" Malfoy asked, he was looking at Harry, who was surprisingly on the ground.

"Ok, what happened?" Harry asked, he had a headache and the ground was spinning around.

"Bloody idiot, the bludger went right for your head," Malfoy said, "I sent for my mum."

"Don't worry her, Sirius has done worse, and he was on a team," Harry said, trying to sit up. He immediately fell back, from the shooting pain in his head.

"See, you can't even get up," Malfoy said, the pride of being right evident in his voice. Harry sighed and leaned back. Just in time to see Mrs. Malfoy coming on the field, with two house elves by her side.

"Oh Harry! What did you do?" she asked, helping Harry up, letting him lean in her lap.

"Mum, he was day dreaming, or whatever, and a bludger came his way, hit his head!" Malfoy said, looking at his mother and Potter.

"Pif, get the first aid kit, Mif, get some water," she commanded, helping Harry up and leading him to the house. Harry could see little black lines in the edge of his vision every time he took a step. Malfoy cast a worried glance at him.

"Mum, he's going to pass out," Malfoy said, in the right timing, right as they entered the house Harry stumbled and fell right over, out cold. Narcissa gently picked him up and put him on the fancy green leather couch. The two house elves came and stood next to Mrs. Malfoy.

"Well? Are you going to help?" she asked, looking at the elves, they bowed their heads and went to work.

"Draco, how could you not warn him? Very un-Malfoy-like," she scolded. He put his head down.

"I did! He wasn’t listening! i guess he was thinking about something," Malfoy said, looking at his friend, the house elves had left and Harry was out on the couch.

"Well, we need to inform your father, then we can go to tell his parents," a slightly evil grin appeared on her face. Malfoy nodded and smiled. They had fun the last time.

"Huh?" Harry muttered, opening his eyes. Narcissa went to him.

"Harry, dear, how are you feeling?" she cooed, trying to flatten the unruly hair he inherited from his father.

"Ok...?" Harry said, sitting up. He looked around.

"So, can we, like go back outside?" Harry asked. Malfoy laughed.

"You need more than a bludger in the head to stop the Harry Potter from playing Quidditch!" Malfoy said, throwing an expensive looking ornament at Harry.

"Draco!"

*~*~*

"Harry, where have you been?" Lily scolded as Harry walked through the door, it was three AM. His mum and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. Bathrobes, hair curlers, and all that crap.

"Out," Harry replied cryptically, he went to the ice box and grabbed a red apple.

"Where?" Lily asked, crossing her arms.

"I went to a dinner, is all," Harry replied, he wasn't really lying, the Malfoys took him to a restaurant in Knockturn Alley, it was very nice. He was all dressed up in clothes bought for him for the occasion earlier that day. He looked better in the green dress robes, than the usual red ones he wore.

"You look stunning," Mrs. Malfoy had said. They then went to the Nightshade restaurant. It was a fancy, dark place full with portraits of Snakes and the Slytherin crest everywhere. It was fantastic.

"Harry Potter, did you even think of asking you parents if you could go? Those people you're always with aren't your parents!" Lily shrieked.

"Yes, exactly! You never ask for our permission! As for your little stunt earlier, pretending to speak Parseltongue...please!" James yelled. Harry sighed.

"I really do speak Parseltongue!" Harry said. All the time, they lied about him, made him look like an idiot, not anymore.

Shocked silence filled the room.

"What?" James whispered in disbelief. Lily was rubbing her head.

"Yes, Parseltongue!" Harry yelled. By now, Jasmine was down the stairs, without a dressing gown, just staring at her parents arguing with her brother.

"WHAT?" James yelled. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Ding ding ding!" Harry said, looking at his green robes. Jasmine gasped. this was the one, and only reason he was in Slytherin, she knew it! Her brother wasn't all evil!

"G-go to your room," James said, nodding towards the door. Wrong direction. Harry just walked upstairs, having to see all the Gryffindor pride on his way there.