1Simply Slytherin Book 1

Chapter 1

A Book of Truth

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Author's Note - This will feature a Manipulative!Dumbledore, as he is in that canon. Didn't anyone find it odd that Hagrid never told him how to access Platform 93/4 (Enabling Mrs. Weasley and her family to help him), or that he never spoke of dark wizards and witches coming from other houses, even Peter Pettigrew- although Hagrid didn't know it, was dark and came from Gryffindor (This instilled a dislike of Slytherin house as he had been told Voldie came from it). I also find it laughable that someone who had made at least 10 trips to Hogwarts and back couldn't remember where it was (Mrs. Weasley had to have taken it at least 7 times by herself, another 14 for Bill and Charley, at least 5 for Percy and about 2 or 3 with the twins. That adds up to at least 28 times she has taken a trip to there.)

This will feature a Powerful!Dark!Intelligent!Slytherin!Harry he will be less trusting and think more than he did in the canon book.

Harry explored Flourish and Blotts, looking for something that would explain all this house business better when he came across A Guide to the Wizarding World by Helena Ravenclaw the book looked rather old and dusty but it looked to be exactly what he needed. He flipped through the pages looking for something on Hogwarts houses. He finally found it and read:

...Hogwart's students are divided into four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Each house has certain requirements to get into them. The house of Gryffindor is known for their courage and chivalry, Ravenclaws are known for their intelligence and wit, Hufflepuffs are hard-working and loyal while Slytherin house is the house of the cunning and ambitious. Contrary to popular belief, not all Dark Wizards have come from the house of Slytherin, they have been equally spread out but because of their cunning nature the House of Slytherin tends to gain a rather bad reputation...

The book listed plenty of deceased Dark Wizards that had been from varying houses, Harry wasn't really paying attention to that as Hagrid's words were echoing in his ears "There's not a single dark witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin" he couldn't believe his new friend had lied to him and it hurt, deciding to not let it show he grabbed the book and walked over to Hagrid who was grabbing a book called The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble. They payed for the purchases and headed over to Eeylops Owl Emporium where they picked up an owl that Harry named "Hedwig." after the patron saint of orphans, next they went to the Apothecary where Hagrid wouldn't allow him to buy a solid gold cauldron,("It says Pewter on yer' list.") and they got his scales, ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope.

The last thing they purchased was his wand. Harry had wanted to get his wand since Hagrid first told him he was a wizard.

The shop looked shabby to Harry, but had a sign hanging over the door that said "Olivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. It had a single wand sitting in the window.

He heard a bell ringing form somewhere when he walked in the door while he was looking around at all the little boxes piled up to the ceiling on every wall. He could also feel a strange tingling feeling that he couldn't explain.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped, he hadn't seen anyone walk up but when he turned around an old man with wide, pale eyes was standing there.

"Hello," said Harry awkwardly. He didn't know what to say.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, I thought I would be seeing you soon Harry Potter. You have your mother's eyes it seems just yesterday she was in here herself buying her first wand. Swishy made of willow, excellent for charm work. The wand chooses the wizard of course."

After Olivander measured him he tried many wands before he found the right one. However, the more he tried the happier Olivander seemed to get.

"Tricky customer, eh? Well try this one holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

When Harry took the wand he felt a warmth travel up his fingers. He brought the wand down with a swish and red and silver sparks shot from the end like a firework. Mr Olivander cried, "Oh bravo! How very curious.."

He put Harry wand in it's box still muttering. "Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?"

"I remember every wand I've ever sold Mr Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave another feather. It's curious that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother gave you that scar. I think we must expect great things from you Mr Potter."

Harry shivered, he didn't think he liked Mr Olivander much. He seemed a little creepy, but Harry would still think about what he had to say about his wand.

After they had finished in the wand store Hagrid had left, telling him to be at King's Cross Station September 1st and then sending him on the train to Little Whinging. When he finally arrived home it was near midnight, he collapsed on his bed and sighed aloud. He had wanted to trust Hagrid but he really couldn't, after all, the man was fairly old and would know if some dark wizards came from more than just Slytherin. He would have to keep reading all of his new books.

His last thought before sleep overtook him was I really need to start thinking more and be less trusting...

The following month had passed rather quickly for Harry, what with reading his new book A Guide to the Wizarding World and the company of his new owl Hedwig, it seemed only like a week since he had last seen Hagrid.

He got all of his things packed and ready as Vernon had- only for Dudley's tail removal, mind you -decided to take Harry to London or more specifically King's Cross station, even then it was reluctantly. The ride was rather silent, nobody wanting Harry to back out of going at the last minute- well, the Dursleys figured that he would love to be in their oh so courteous care.

They arrived about an hour later, as soon as he had taken his school things and Hedwig's cage out of the trunk of the car and shut it they had drove off, Vernon laughed saying that they were abandoning him there as there was no Platform 93/4. He was going to ask a passing guard before remembering a passage from the book, ...Platform 93/4 is hidden from muggle view using various charms and enchantments. To enter you simply have to walk through the wall illusion between Platforms 10 and 9...

Deciding to trust the book, his trust in Hagrid diminishing even more as the man had neglected to tell him, he was walking towards the platform when he heard "-packed with muggles, of course-" looking to the source of the voice he noticed a rather large sea of red, when he heard the women ask "Now, what's the platform number?" he became suspicious, especially when the youngest was able to tell her the correct answer. Harry was really trying to become more perceptive and picked up some of the smallest things, but this seemed rather blatant seeing as there were three older looking boys who must have already attended Hogwarts at least a year.

He didn't feel like entertaining them with 'The-Boy-Who-Lived's' presence so he just pushed his cart past them and walked through the barrier looking rather professional at it, when in actuality he had been scared he was about to make a fool of himself.

He boarded the train, ignoring all the people around him's presence for the most part and managed to find an empty compartment at the back of the train. He pulled out his book, beginning to read on the more useful daily-use spells such as the Summoning charm and the Scourgify spell, not five minutes later he was interrupted by the youngest red headed boy he had seen "Can I help you?" he asked, wondering if his mother asked him to befriend the 'oh-so-great' Harry Potter.

It took the widening of the eyes that were looking at his forehead to dismiss it "You're Harry Potter!?" Harry decided to humor him "Oh? I am? Really?" he sneered, imitating the blond boy from Madame Malkin's perfectly. This seemed to throw the boy off as he blushed red and ran from the compartment. Harry continued his reading trying to forget about the idiot.

The train had been moving for about 10 minutes when he was interrupted again, this time by a girl with a hair color much like his own and icy-blue eyes "Can I sit in this compartment?" she asked, her voice had a slightly aristocratic sound to it, he decided one question would answer her own question "That depends," he spoke "as long as you do not gawk at my scar or say things like "You're Harry Potter!?" I believe we'll get along well enough." the widening of her eyes almost made him boot her from the compartment but he was thrown through a loop when her gaze became slightly colder "Do you think you're so good because of your scar, Potter!?"

This made his eyes widen before he smiled, glad that she was not like the red-head "Actually, I was hoping you weren't like everyone else, always pointing at me and praising me for living. I only lived because my parents died." his tone was bitter as he explained it and if the slight widening of her eyes and grin on her face was any indication, he had just made a new friend.

The girl heaved her trunk into the above the compartment, and then turned around offering a hand, he shook it and introduced himself "I'm Harry Potter." the girl before him snorted, it was rather obvious "Blaise Zabini." she introduced.

Author's Note - The pairing will probably be HarryxFemBlaise, as I like the pairing and I like it even more with a story where Harry is not at the receiving end of Dumbledore's manipulations. This was about 1,000 something words of actual story, the next chapter will be much longer.

AN- I took over this story so will be reposting it with some new parts to it. Tell me if there's something to fix or if your interested in being a beta, I really need one.