Life As A Slytherin

Life as a Slytherin chapter three

Harry moodily sat on his bed. Looking at his wall. Earlier that summer, he had transfigured everything in his from to silver and green. Before that, his parents had insisted on keeping it Gryffindor colors, even after he was sorted. They had some vendetta on him since then. He looked at the window, and out to the glorious field.

He used to play there, until he got sorted. His parents used to take him and let him get whatever he wanted and always hugged him and said how wonderful he was. It was different now, they hated him.

After he was sorted.

His life was miserable; some people might call it living hell. But it was worse. He still had Malfoy and his family, for a time, Harry was the boss, always.

"Damn them," Harry muttered, looking at a picture of his family on his dresser. They were all smiling at him, waving furiously. Harry could feel the tears prickle in his eyes. He could still remember when his dad loved him. Not anymore, he despised him, like an annoying fly. His mother was nicer, to a degree. She would ask him nicely how his day was and what he did. But she never hugged him, or told him that she loved him. James Potter never hid that he didn't like his son. Jasmine was a different story, she basically had no backbone whatsoever. She always listened to her father, never doubting his adventurous stories. Lily just rolled her eyes at his stories.

He could hear his parents yelling at each other, about him, probably, he remembered the snide remarks Sirius had sent to him after his first year, how Harry had ruined the family vacation, because they argued over him, because of his house at Hogwarts. He was the person who ruined lives, especially his family. Well, his non-existing family.

Just go to Malfoy's house. Harry's mind said to him, almost taunting the fact that his family hated him, thinking of Malfoy's family, they were so loving and caring. Mr. Malfoy was something, creepy, happening quickly, he was listed as a follower of Voldemort, but he never said anything about it, he seemed eager, thinking that his master was still alive. His Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had killed him. Or did he?

Harry walked out of his room, after getting dressed in some muggle-skater style clothing. His mother and father disapproved of it, but these days, they hated whatever he did. He walked down the stairs stained with pride and went to the sitting room, where the fireplace was. He could see the glittering of the floo powder in the jar. He looked at the kitchen, nobody was there. He took his duffle bag and went to the fire.

"Malfoy Manor!" Harry shouted as he stepped in the flames. He disappeared.

"Potter?!" Malfoy said, looking at the fire which Harry had just stepped out of. Harry nodded.

"No, it's pants," Harry said, throwing Malfoy some soot. Malfoy rolled his silver eyes.

"So, what are you doing here? My father just sent you off, and you're back, if it's for more money, you'll be waiting on it," Malfoy said, leading Harry up the grand staircase and taking his bag.

"So, where do you want to stay, there's like twenty guest rooms," Malfoy said, leading him into a hall.

"The one with the best Jacuzzi," Harry said, looking around the halls. Malfoy sighed and led him to the far end.

"Usually father only lets high-position officers come 'round here, but I'm sure he won't mind," Malfoy said, putting his bag on the bed.

"Cool, get out," Harry said, plopping on the bed, throwing his bag on the floor. Malfoy shrugged and walked out, slamming the door. Harry sighed and took out the stuff out of his duffle bag. Photo album, another photo album, then two, three, four more. Nothing but photo albums.

Five year old Harry Potter was playing in the field, it was way past his bedtime, and even his parents were asleep. He was outside, of course. Not to their knowledge.

"Hello, little boy," a voice hissed from the forest, although it was about a kilometer away, he could hear it clearly.

"Come over, to the woods," the cold voice said, an urgency was obvious in the voice.

Harry looked around, a little fear ebbing into his mind. A mist appeared from the forest, glowing a greenish color. It was about the size of a wardrobe, a breeze incased it.

Fear. Run. Hide. Run. Thoughts were sprinting in his mind, but his body refused to listen to his thoughts, he was frozen in fear.

Fear.

"Why child, are you scared?" the voice hissed, coming closer, it was less than two paces, just facing him. Harry could feel the goose bumps rise on his forearms fear.

"Child, I asked you a question."

"Potter?" Malfoy's face swan into view as Harry opened his eyes, light was pouring from the windows. It was morning. Harry looked around, and to his disappointment, he felt as if he didn't sleep at all.

"You were just lying there, eyes open and staring at the wall," Malfoy said, looking at the window.

"That's new, let's go get some breakfast," Harry said, not bothering to change, even if he did bring some clothes. Malfoy just walked out, slamming the door, he was probably mad at Harry for stealing his stuff, like he cared.

"Prat," Harry muttered, opening the door and shoving Malfoy towards an expensive-looking statue. He fell towards it, and broke the granite snake as it crashed to the floor.

"You did not just break father's granite snake, it's made with unicorn horn, you better fix it," Malfoy said, getting up and backing away from the dust and rubble. Harry sighed.

"Stand back. Maximus Reparo!" Harry said, waving his wand at the pile of snake. Piece by piece, dust by dust, it went back together, brand new. Malfoy let a whistle out.

"Looks newer," he said, walking around the snake.

"It's a Dark spell, like charms but it's not, because it's Dark," Harry said, going to the grand staircase, Malfoy following him.

"Lets us go, mum's getting breakfast on the table," Malfoy said, walking into one of the dining rooms. Mrs. Malfoy was ordering around some house elves. Harry greeted her and sat down, looking at the feast before him.

"Harry, dear, why aren't you at your house?" Mrs. Malfoy asked, then sipping at her pumpkin ale.

"We had a fight," Harry said cryptically, getting some pumpkin juice, and some French toast.

"Really? Well, you said that they wouldn't mind if we took you out," she simpered, Harry sighed.

"They were waiting, and I got caught," Harry said, "not like they knew where I went."

Narcissa nodded and went back to her breakfast.

"Draco, your father has some business to attend to, and he's bringing over company, so you and Harry need to get out of the house," she said, getting from he table, she snapped her fingers and the house elves cleaned up the table. Malfoy got up and looked at Harry. An evil grin spread across his face.

"Lets go to your house."

*~*~*

"Mum, I'm back," Harry said, grinning, "My friend is over."

"Who?" Lily asked from the kitchen, she was just up and was cooking breakfast.

"Draco Malfoy, you remember his mother?" Harry said, stifling back laughter, Malfoy couldn't help it, he laughed. Lily looked outside the kitchen and froze. She, of course knew his mother.

"Hello, Harry, stay in your room or go outside," she said, not bothering to hide it. Harry smirked.

"Yes, mother," he said, leading Malfoy to his room. Malfoy stepped in.

"Whoa, house pride, much?" Malfoy said sarcastically. Harry nodded and saw the empty bookshelves; all his albums were at Malfoy's house.

"I do it just to annoy them," Harry said, plopping down on his bed. He was worn out. Harry didn't even realize that he spent the night thinking of... wait.

What was he thinking of?

Oh, that freaky dream, what that thing was, he might never find out.

"Hey, Potter, let's go outside, I'm bored," Malfoy whined. Harry sighed and led Malfoy to the yard. The endless field with the forest edging the property of Godric's Hollow. Malfoy sat on the grass.

"You know, I was bitten by a snake here when I was five," Harry said, remembering his dream. But it was different than what really happened, or did that happen?

"You were bitten by a snake?" Malfoy said, jumping off the ground and looking around the ground in fear.

"Get a grip. Yeah, huge-ass snake, I had to go to St. Mungos because it wouldn't stop bleeding. See?" Harry said, showing Malfoy his left forearm, where two little red spots were. Malfoy laughed.

"I thought it was just ink, like the Gryffindor idiots who always have ink on them!" Malfoy said, not-so-funnily. Harry rolled his emerald green eyes.

"Prick, you're so daft. It was over there, by the forest, I was down over there," he pointed to the edge of the forest where a clearing was, "and a snake came."

"Freaky, I guess, so your yard is infested with snakes?" Malfoy asked, looking around the ground.

"No, that was the only snake, they don't come here, which is why it was scary, when I was five, let's go over there. Nobody's been over there since," Harry said, standing up and walking towards the clearing. Malfoy got up and followed.

"So, why do you want to go there now?" Malfoy asked staring at the clearing with a glint of fear.

"I don’t know, it just seems, like I should," Harry said, feeling the urge to break into a run. Harry started wringing his hands, walking at a faster pace. Malfoy cast him a curious glance.

"Potter, calm your ass down," he said, in an attempt to calm Harry down. Without warning, Harry gripped his arm, feeling like something was draining out of him. He fell to his knees. Malfoy stopped and stared.

"I meant to stop acting like you're going to explode, not fall," Malfoy smirked. Harry rolled his eyes and got up.

"The snake bite just felt weird, like the snake was there all over again," Harry said, rubbing the marks. Malfoy took a step back.

"Whatever, let's just go to your room, there's an uneasy feeling here," Malfoy said, walking to the house, leaving Harry standing there. Harry sighed and gave a fugitive look at the clearing. He could still remember the dream. How different it was to what happened, but something in his mind told him, that what he was dreaming really happened, it was a memory.

*~*~*

"Potter, you are no host. Where's my drink?" Malfoy whined, walking into the kitchen. Potter wasn't in there. His parents and little sister were, though. So was Sirius Black.

"Where's Potter?" Malfoy demanded, looking at the stunned group of diners.

"He went outside," James answered, sneering at Malfoy.

"Thanks, I was just sayin'," Malfoy muttered, walking out of the kitchen door, shoving Jasmine's chair forward. She gave a cry of shock and fury.

"You better watch your steps, Malfoy," Sirius said. James nodded said to the table, "don't mind him, Harry is always hanging around with a bad crowd. What can I say?"

*~*~*

"Let's go back to my house, you know, spend the last week of vacation in a Manor with thousands of house elves and everything you want," Malfoy said as he walked over to Harry who was looking at the horizon.

"Fine, let me get my trunk and you can go ahead, I'll be right there," Harry said, turning around and walking towards the house.

"Fine, meet you there, ask my mother for some biscuits when you come," Malfoy shouted, pulling out a portkey and vanishing. Harry went to the house and went to his room. He put everything he needed back into his trunk and threw in some wine bottles he stole from the Leaky Cauldron in his trunk.

"Mum! I'm going to Malfoy's house for the rest of the holidays, I'll be back next June!" Harry shouted down the stairs, going to the first floor fireplace. He could barley hear the muffled response and left the house.

*~*~*

"Hello, Harry dear, are you staying?" greeted Mrs. Malfoy. Harry nodded and heaved his trunk out of the fireplace.

"Can I have some biscuits?" asked Harry, he was walking with her towards Malfoy's room.

"Certainly, I'll send a house elf with them."

"My parents are wimps, they don't believe in slavery, even if house elves like it," Harry said, she laughed.

"House elves were made to serve us," she said gaily. Harry laughed along with her as they reached his room.

"Here you go, Draco's in his room," said Mrs. Malfoy, handing him a try of chocolate biscuits and walking out. Harry sighed and dragged his trunk to a corner and went to his bed and layed down. He didn't bother in going to Malfoy's room. He just stared at the wall, staring...

*~*~*

Harry could feel the evil pulsating off the... thing. He tried to move as the figure came closer, but found that he was indeed immobilized.

"Why child, do you wish to run?" said it in an awful chiming voice. Then it started to hiss something horrible. Harry shook his head, he could understand it...

"Come, Nagini," said it in the hissing voice. Harry looked around fearfully, and finally, his body took an order, not the one he wanted. He fell to the ground. Harry got in a sitting position immediately and looked in horror as a huge snake came slithering from the forest clearing.

"I am very sorry, Harry Potter, but you are the perfect choice for my dear Nagini," the voice said, in a mock-soothing tone. The snake reared at Harry and bit him.

Pain.

Pain was all he could feel, the snake was drinking his blood, and he could feel it leaving him. Harry fell al the way to the ground, but the snake held on. Harry could see little dark spots on the sides of his vision.

To his horror, he felt a stinging sensation coming from his arm, the feeling went from his arm all the way to his heart, and then it became unbearable. The stinging was now needles; piercing his nerves like a knife. He suddenly realized what the snake was doing.

He was being poisoned. The snake was poisoning him. He was a dead boy.

The snake let go and winked at him.

"Do not worry, human child, you are just going to suffer."

Harry screamed.

*~*~*

"Potter? Potter?" said Malfoy, poking Harry's face whenever he said 'Potter'.

"What?" Harry said irritably. Malfoy jumped.

"Well, I asked you to come over yesterday, and then I waited for a couple hours. Then I went to see my mother to ask about you, she said you came hours ago, so I went to your room. You had the biscuits and you were sleeping. So I left. Then this morning you wouldn't wake. So I started poking you for about ten minutes.

"That's the story of Draco Malfoy," Malfoy finished. Harry laughed and threw a pillow at him.

"Weird, I was dreaming of when I got bitten, but now I remember what happened," Harry said thoughtfully. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"That's weird, let's go play Quidditch, you said your Aunt bought you that Firebolt? Bring it out so you don't need to scratch up mine," Malfoy said, he walked out, leaving Harry to ponder on his thoughts.