Post by Anime Monster on Jun 19, 2006 13:45:00 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, that’s owned by the lovely J.K. Rowlings, I wouldn’t mind owning it though. Original Characters and the plot is all mine.
Author’s Note: I had people asking for a longer fic for Angels. This is the “prequel” and the “sequel” to that. When I get to the point that Angels fits, I’ll put a link up to that.
Rating: Everything, except Angels, should be under T, if I run into a part that will be M, I’ll tell before I write it.
Summary: Harry winds up in Slytherin, but everything isn’t as simple as that. Draco is still a B*st*rd and Harry is still a goody-goody, well life is lonely when you don’t have any friends...or do you? Draco’s POV mostly.
Warnings: Slytherin!Harry, Dark!Harry, Evil!Harry, abuse, hurt/comfort, slash, het, Best-Friend!Draco, Ron bashing, Hermione bashing, Dumbledore bashing, and some other stuff that would give away too much plot (warnings will be added as needed).
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Chapter A/N: I changed a few things (such as the location of Malfoy Manor) and some things about wands, but it’s all for a purpose (and yes, with time that purpose shall be revealed.
I was worried, who wouldn’t be in my position? Any day now I would receive my Hogwarts letter. I hadn’t shown much magical talent, but my mother says neither did she. I once fell out of my tower window and landed upright and completely unharmed, I figured that was because of wind currents, though. The only thing magical that I knew couldn’t be because of wind currents or something was my affinity with potions. But was that enough to get me into Hogwarts? I didn’t know, I really wanted into Hogwarts, though. I didn’t want to be the first Malfoy to not get into the Magical School.
The bell rang for breakfast, knocking me out of my musings. I got off my couch where I had been reading and passing my time until the elves served the morning meal. I stood and stretched a bit marking my page and setting the book down on the side table.
When I had been old enough not to need caring twenty-four hours a day my parents had given me the choice of where my rooms were to be. I could have chosen the East Wing, but I wanted the North Tower. There were two towers, the North and South. The South Tower contained the owlery, where we kept the family owls and falcons (father loves falconry). It also contained the holds where in the days before the International Statute of Secrecy had held prisoners from the land, the land that had been controlled by the Lord Mal-Foy.
The North Tower, though, contained rooms for occupancy. I had made “apartments” in them. The bottom floor was the door room and sitting room. It contained a floo where my friends could floo into from, a door to the grounds, where I could fly if I wanted, a door to the rest of the manor, and a door to the stairs that led up to the upper floors. Three of the upper floors, directly above were guest rooms with attached baths, The floor above was a library/study, above that was the “toy room” when I had been younger it was field with toys, now it was mostly potions supplies and work area. Finally above all that, on the top floor, was my bedroom.
I was on the ground floor, though, so it would be quicker to get to the small dining room. Their were two dining areas in the manor, the large one where we served meals when their were guests, and the small one where we ate when it was just family. I quickly made my way through the North Wing and into the main part of the manor. The manor was sort of shaped like a cross. My parents occupied the East Wing, I was given the entire North Wing with the Tower. The West Wing was for guests and any business my father had to do. The South Wing contained the dining areas, the kitchen, the family room, the main library, and lots of other rooms. It also contained the main entrance and foyer which was directly opposite my tower’s entrance and directly under the South Tower.
I walked through the North Wing and reached the intersection of the four wings. The North Wing was the longest wing of the “cross” with the East and West Wings equal in length to the South. The small dining room was a floor up, so I ascended the large spiral staircase at the intersection and entered the South Wing. The small dining room was two doors down on the right. When I was young I would often get lost and had to call an elf to help me get to various rooms of the castle.
Entering the dining room I was not surprised to find my mother and father already there and sipping their morning tea. The first thing I noticed was that my father was not reading The Daily Prophet like he usually did in the morning. That either met I was earlier than normal or the mail was late. Sitting down I greeted my parents with a “Good Morning, Mother, Father,” and filled my plate with biscuits and gravy and a few pieces of toast with butter. I was in the middle of cutting into my biscuits when the mail arrived.
I looked up hoping for either a letter from a friend or my Hogwarts letter. I saw several owls head for my father (one with the morning paper) and several more go to my mother. I was about to turn back to my meal, disappointed when another flew in, seemingly very tired. It flew straight towards me and I barely moved the orange juice before it flopped down on the table, exhausted. I removed it’s letter and found it was addressed:
I was aware of my parents’ gazes as I used my knife to break the seal on the envelope and open the flap. I pulled out the parchment and barely contained my sigh of relief:
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress[/I]
I read aloud the letter. My mother clapped and smiled while father just smiled, it seemed they were as relieved as I was.
“We’ll go after breakfast to get your supplies. When we get home write your reply,” father said. I nodded and finished eating as fast as was polite to do so. When I was finished I headed down the stairs and back to my tower and up the steps to my bedroom.
My room was huge. The North Tower was the tallest tower and the widest. At one point in history it had been for defense, with soldiers using the rooms for sleeping. In the seventeenth century it had been converted to extra bedrooms. The tower had a twelve foot radius. The bathroom made up a quarter of this space along the wall adjacent to the stairs. A large wardrobe stood opposite that and in the middle was my grad bed. Silk sheets and blankets in silver and gold were embroidered with dragons and the letter “M”. Green silk curtains hung around it and on the windows. The carpet was cream colored and very plush with the walls the same color. It was very homely.
I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out nicer clothes, clothes to go out into public in, instead of my relaxing clothes. The bathroom was made of white and grey granite tiles. In the back was a black marble pool like tub with it’s multiple jets, a toilet of the same material. A sink and counter ran along opposite of the toilet. Next to the toilet was another wardrobe which contained towels and bathing supplies. I quickly stripped and put my clothes in the hamper which was under the counter and changed into what I would wear out to Diagon Alley. I brushed my teeth and styled my hair properly before heading back downstairs to the main parlor.
The main parlor was on the first floor right off of the foyer and entrance. It was where we would take guests if they didn’t have business or were here for a dinner party. As I walked I folded my supply list and pocketed it. I’d wait to read it until I was actually at Diagon Alley. The main parlor contained the main floo, which was the one we would use to go to Diagon Alley, as well as several small tables, couches, and armchairs. The entire room was in a navy blue and silver motif.
When I arrived I was not surprised to find my parents waiting for me, I had been told once that I would be late for my own funeral because I would take to long styling my hair, my parents couldn’t wait until I could do magic on my own, then I could style my hair with a simple wave of his wand.
His father took some powder from the urn and tossed in the flames turning them emerald. My mother went first, then I went, and my father followed. The moment I stepped out of the flames my mother dusted me off with a wave of her wand. We left the Leaky Cauldron and headed up the street to Gringotts. The streets were crowded and I stuck close to my parents to avoid getting lost. While I had been to the alley enough times to know it like the back of my hand, I didn’t want to end up in Knockturn Alley without my father, that place scared me.
After the ride through the tunnels to the Malfoy Vault and back to the surface father asked me to take out my list:
“I’ll go get your books, your mother can go get your other equipment. We’ll drop you off at Madam Malkin’s for your robes. When we’re done we will meet back at Florean Fortescue’s and get some ice cream before heading to Ollivander’s for you wand,” he said as he handed money to us.
Mother went down towards The Leaky Cauldron while father lead me to Madam Malkins. I entered and was put on the stool to be measured by the witch. I got a few extras in the store, a new robe for day wear, some new pajamas, and a few under things. When I was done I headed across to the ice cream shop to find Father waiting. I bought my ice cream and joined him in waiting for Mother. He showed me my new books, which contained a few extra titles, like Hogwarts: A History and a few potions texts that I wanted to add to my collection.
I told him what I bought at the robe shop. “You buy to many clothes, Draco,” he said. I barely managed to keep the blush off of my face. I like to buy new clothing. Mother arrived and we all finished our ice cream and went to the Ollivander’s. The wand shop was a small and dusty store that could use a good organizer. Boxes were piled up everywhere and when we entered a black boy was finishing. His mother, an Italian beauty by the name of Demeter Zabini had been married five times, thus far. All her husbands, though, have had deadly accidents leaving her with tons of money. Needless to say, the Ministry believed her to be a husband killer. Her son, born from her third husband was Blaise, a quiet boy and an acquaintance of mine. “Hello, Blaise, Ms. Zabini,” I said politely after my parents made their greetings.
“Ah, the Malfoys, I was wondering when you’re son would be in my shop,” the old man said. He finished packing up the wands that Blaise tried while Ms. Zabini paid and ushered her son out of the shop. Mr. Ollivander pulled out a tape measure and allowed it to measure me. I stood their silently while he went around the shop gathering boxes. He came back and said, “That will do,” to the measuring tape which fell to the floor. He opened one of the boxes and said, “Birch, seven inches, shavings from the antlers of a white stag, whippy.”
I took it and had it snatched back instantly, “No, no. Rowan, five inches, dragon heart strings, pointy.” It too was snatched back instantly, they seemed to be quite short, I was wondering if it was because I was a little on the short side or if it was because he was just choosing wands at random. “Ash, seven inches, scales from an adder, supple.” That was also taken back. We tried more wands, many with similar results, some ended up blowing something up the moment they entered my hand. Finally, “Perhaps, Hawthorn, thirteen inches, fairy wings, stiff.” The wand glowed and shot silver sparks into the air. “Ah, finally, a celtic wand, I would never thought it for a French descendent, but it seems to work. Hmm...seek your whole, Mr. Malfoy,” he than looked up at my parents, “and you two would do well not to decide for him.”
They nodded, no one would argue with the wand maker. He knew things, supposedly wands choose the wizards, and that this was based off of the character of the person. “Thank you, sir,” I said as my parents paid for my new wand. It was about average in length, most wands were eleven to thirteen inches with a few being shorter. I was afraid I would end up with one of these shorter ones. Some wands were longer, but they were rare. Supposedly, Godric Gryffindor’s wand was twenty-eight inches long, though it was probably an exaggeration.
After getting my wand we headed home just as a giant of a man lead a short, skinny boy about the same age as me.
As soon as I got home I went up to my study and put away my books and wrote Hogwarts that I was indeed going to attend. I went up to the owlery and gave my letter to Jupiter, the large Eagle owl that my parents used to mail things out of Wales, I had just gotten another Eagle owl, a female I named Juno to go along with Jupiter.
“Take this to Hogwarts, Jupiter,” I said and then gave two letters to Juno, “take these to Crabbe and Goyle.” The owls took off and I followed their progress for awhile before turning around and heading back to my room to wait for the time to go to Hogwarts.
Author’s Note: I had people asking for a longer fic for Angels. This is the “prequel” and the “sequel” to that. When I get to the point that Angels fits, I’ll put a link up to that.
Rating: Everything, except Angels, should be under T, if I run into a part that will be M, I’ll tell before I write it.
Summary: Harry winds up in Slytherin, but everything isn’t as simple as that. Draco is still a B*st*rd and Harry is still a goody-goody, well life is lonely when you don’t have any friends...or do you? Draco’s POV mostly.
Warnings: Slytherin!Harry, Dark!Harry, Evil!Harry, abuse, hurt/comfort, slash, het, Best-Friend!Draco, Ron bashing, Hermione bashing, Dumbledore bashing, and some other stuff that would give away too much plot (warnings will be added as needed).
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Chapter A/N: I changed a few things (such as the location of Malfoy Manor) and some things about wands, but it’s all for a purpose (and yes, with time that purpose shall be revealed.
I was worried, who wouldn’t be in my position? Any day now I would receive my Hogwarts letter. I hadn’t shown much magical talent, but my mother says neither did she. I once fell out of my tower window and landed upright and completely unharmed, I figured that was because of wind currents, though. The only thing magical that I knew couldn’t be because of wind currents or something was my affinity with potions. But was that enough to get me into Hogwarts? I didn’t know, I really wanted into Hogwarts, though. I didn’t want to be the first Malfoy to not get into the Magical School.
The bell rang for breakfast, knocking me out of my musings. I got off my couch where I had been reading and passing my time until the elves served the morning meal. I stood and stretched a bit marking my page and setting the book down on the side table.
When I had been old enough not to need caring twenty-four hours a day my parents had given me the choice of where my rooms were to be. I could have chosen the East Wing, but I wanted the North Tower. There were two towers, the North and South. The South Tower contained the owlery, where we kept the family owls and falcons (father loves falconry). It also contained the holds where in the days before the International Statute of Secrecy had held prisoners from the land, the land that had been controlled by the Lord Mal-Foy.
The North Tower, though, contained rooms for occupancy. I had made “apartments” in them. The bottom floor was the door room and sitting room. It contained a floo where my friends could floo into from, a door to the grounds, where I could fly if I wanted, a door to the rest of the manor, and a door to the stairs that led up to the upper floors. Three of the upper floors, directly above were guest rooms with attached baths, The floor above was a library/study, above that was the “toy room” when I had been younger it was field with toys, now it was mostly potions supplies and work area. Finally above all that, on the top floor, was my bedroom.
I was on the ground floor, though, so it would be quicker to get to the small dining room. Their were two dining areas in the manor, the large one where we served meals when their were guests, and the small one where we ate when it was just family. I quickly made my way through the North Wing and into the main part of the manor. The manor was sort of shaped like a cross. My parents occupied the East Wing, I was given the entire North Wing with the Tower. The West Wing was for guests and any business my father had to do. The South Wing contained the dining areas, the kitchen, the family room, the main library, and lots of other rooms. It also contained the main entrance and foyer which was directly opposite my tower’s entrance and directly under the South Tower.
I walked through the North Wing and reached the intersection of the four wings. The North Wing was the longest wing of the “cross” with the East and West Wings equal in length to the South. The small dining room was a floor up, so I ascended the large spiral staircase at the intersection and entered the South Wing. The small dining room was two doors down on the right. When I was young I would often get lost and had to call an elf to help me get to various rooms of the castle.
Entering the dining room I was not surprised to find my mother and father already there and sipping their morning tea. The first thing I noticed was that my father was not reading The Daily Prophet like he usually did in the morning. That either met I was earlier than normal or the mail was late. Sitting down I greeted my parents with a “Good Morning, Mother, Father,” and filled my plate with biscuits and gravy and a few pieces of toast with butter. I was in the middle of cutting into my biscuits when the mail arrived.
I looked up hoping for either a letter from a friend or my Hogwarts letter. I saw several owls head for my father (one with the morning paper) and several more go to my mother. I was about to turn back to my meal, disappointed when another flew in, seemingly very tired. It flew straight towards me and I barely moved the orange juice before it flopped down on the table, exhausted. I removed it’s letter and found it was addressed:
Mr. D. Malfoy
Highest Room, North Tower
Malfoy Manor
Llanrhyddlad
Anglesey, Wales
Highest Room, North Tower
Malfoy Manor
Llanrhyddlad
Anglesey, Wales
I was aware of my parents’ gazes as I used my knife to break the seal on the envelope and open the flap. I pulled out the parchment and barely contained my sigh of relief:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grad Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grad Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no
later than July 31.
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no
later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress[/I]
I read aloud the letter. My mother clapped and smiled while father just smiled, it seemed they were as relieved as I was.
“We’ll go after breakfast to get your supplies. When we get home write your reply,” father said. I nodded and finished eating as fast as was polite to do so. When I was finished I headed down the stairs and back to my tower and up the steps to my bedroom.
My room was huge. The North Tower was the tallest tower and the widest. At one point in history it had been for defense, with soldiers using the rooms for sleeping. In the seventeenth century it had been converted to extra bedrooms. The tower had a twelve foot radius. The bathroom made up a quarter of this space along the wall adjacent to the stairs. A large wardrobe stood opposite that and in the middle was my grad bed. Silk sheets and blankets in silver and gold were embroidered with dragons and the letter “M”. Green silk curtains hung around it and on the windows. The carpet was cream colored and very plush with the walls the same color. It was very homely.
I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out nicer clothes, clothes to go out into public in, instead of my relaxing clothes. The bathroom was made of white and grey granite tiles. In the back was a black marble pool like tub with it’s multiple jets, a toilet of the same material. A sink and counter ran along opposite of the toilet. Next to the toilet was another wardrobe which contained towels and bathing supplies. I quickly stripped and put my clothes in the hamper which was under the counter and changed into what I would wear out to Diagon Alley. I brushed my teeth and styled my hair properly before heading back downstairs to the main parlor.
The main parlor was on the first floor right off of the foyer and entrance. It was where we would take guests if they didn’t have business or were here for a dinner party. As I walked I folded my supply list and pocketed it. I’d wait to read it until I was actually at Diagon Alley. The main parlor contained the main floo, which was the one we would use to go to Diagon Alley, as well as several small tables, couches, and armchairs. The entire room was in a navy blue and silver motif.
When I arrived I was not surprised to find my parents waiting for me, I had been told once that I would be late for my own funeral because I would take to long styling my hair, my parents couldn’t wait until I could do magic on my own, then I could style my hair with a simple wave of his wand.
His father took some powder from the urn and tossed in the flames turning them emerald. My mother went first, then I went, and my father followed. The moment I stepped out of the flames my mother dusted me off with a wave of her wand. We left the Leaky Cauldron and headed up the street to Gringotts. The streets were crowded and I stuck close to my parents to avoid getting lost. While I had been to the alley enough times to know it like the back of my hand, I didn’t want to end up in Knockturn Alley without my father, that place scared me.
After the ride through the tunnels to the Malfoy Vault and back to the surface father asked me to take out my list:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fatastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystals phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fatastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystals phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
“I’ll go get your books, your mother can go get your other equipment. We’ll drop you off at Madam Malkin’s for your robes. When we’re done we will meet back at Florean Fortescue’s and get some ice cream before heading to Ollivander’s for you wand,” he said as he handed money to us.
Mother went down towards The Leaky Cauldron while father lead me to Madam Malkins. I entered and was put on the stool to be measured by the witch. I got a few extras in the store, a new robe for day wear, some new pajamas, and a few under things. When I was done I headed across to the ice cream shop to find Father waiting. I bought my ice cream and joined him in waiting for Mother. He showed me my new books, which contained a few extra titles, like Hogwarts: A History and a few potions texts that I wanted to add to my collection.
I told him what I bought at the robe shop. “You buy to many clothes, Draco,” he said. I barely managed to keep the blush off of my face. I like to buy new clothing. Mother arrived and we all finished our ice cream and went to the Ollivander’s. The wand shop was a small and dusty store that could use a good organizer. Boxes were piled up everywhere and when we entered a black boy was finishing. His mother, an Italian beauty by the name of Demeter Zabini had been married five times, thus far. All her husbands, though, have had deadly accidents leaving her with tons of money. Needless to say, the Ministry believed her to be a husband killer. Her son, born from her third husband was Blaise, a quiet boy and an acquaintance of mine. “Hello, Blaise, Ms. Zabini,” I said politely after my parents made their greetings.
“Ah, the Malfoys, I was wondering when you’re son would be in my shop,” the old man said. He finished packing up the wands that Blaise tried while Ms. Zabini paid and ushered her son out of the shop. Mr. Ollivander pulled out a tape measure and allowed it to measure me. I stood their silently while he went around the shop gathering boxes. He came back and said, “That will do,” to the measuring tape which fell to the floor. He opened one of the boxes and said, “Birch, seven inches, shavings from the antlers of a white stag, whippy.”
I took it and had it snatched back instantly, “No, no. Rowan, five inches, dragon heart strings, pointy.” It too was snatched back instantly, they seemed to be quite short, I was wondering if it was because I was a little on the short side or if it was because he was just choosing wands at random. “Ash, seven inches, scales from an adder, supple.” That was also taken back. We tried more wands, many with similar results, some ended up blowing something up the moment they entered my hand. Finally, “Perhaps, Hawthorn, thirteen inches, fairy wings, stiff.” The wand glowed and shot silver sparks into the air. “Ah, finally, a celtic wand, I would never thought it for a French descendent, but it seems to work. Hmm...seek your whole, Mr. Malfoy,” he than looked up at my parents, “and you two would do well not to decide for him.”
They nodded, no one would argue with the wand maker. He knew things, supposedly wands choose the wizards, and that this was based off of the character of the person. “Thank you, sir,” I said as my parents paid for my new wand. It was about average in length, most wands were eleven to thirteen inches with a few being shorter. I was afraid I would end up with one of these shorter ones. Some wands were longer, but they were rare. Supposedly, Godric Gryffindor’s wand was twenty-eight inches long, though it was probably an exaggeration.
After getting my wand we headed home just as a giant of a man lead a short, skinny boy about the same age as me.
As soon as I got home I went up to my study and put away my books and wrote Hogwarts that I was indeed going to attend. I went up to the owlery and gave my letter to Jupiter, the large Eagle owl that my parents used to mail things out of Wales, I had just gotten another Eagle owl, a female I named Juno to go along with Jupiter.
“Take this to Hogwarts, Jupiter,” I said and then gave two letters to Juno, “take these to Crabbe and Goyle.” The owls took off and I followed their progress for awhile before turning around and heading back to my room to wait for the time to go to Hogwarts.