Summary: Harry grew up inside of a Orphanage, and became quite the little Bookworm. He wasn't what Dumbledore was expecting, nope, not at all. He has a pet snake, and he's ready to destroy any 'Golden Boy' Fantasies about him

Warnings: Dark!Powerful!Harry

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter, obviously!

Beta: Cloudy-Jay Lestrange

This Chapter was rewritten because of all the mistakes in it.
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To all flamers, your opinion is not needed so fuck Off: D

Also, 1 Pound is Equal to $1.47 in American dollars but I'm just going to put it down as Equal to $1, since it will be easier to mark. So, 1 Pound is 1 Dollar.

Chapter One

Harry looked out of the window where the sun was high up in the sky and shining brightly. It also showed the busy shopping district bustling with life. Children were happily dragging their parents into toy stores and teenagers were having fun outside of the local arcade rather than inside. There was also a small Plaza where there were young girls and older women rushing in and out with bags and going into stores which sold clothing and accessories.

Harry himself was inside a small Bookstore. Harry may have been an orphan but he worked at a small candy shop every now and then and the owner happily pays him 20 pounds a week; he helps the old lady a lot. He only liked 'Colored Sugar' as she calls it; she always gives him some as well.

Every three weeks, Harry goes to the bookstore with sixty pounds in hand. He buys many books as he could even though he has to keep them out of sight otherwise the other orphans would steal them. Many in the orphanage hate Harry but are scared of him; those who are brave and stupid enough to mess with Harry still try to steal his belongings every now and then so he doesn't want to take any chances.

Harry couldn't really buy a lot of books so he mostly buys books like, Scientific Theory of Advanced Humans and others along that line. No one had ever heard him talk more than two seconds worth of words but that was when he was talking to neighbourhood snakes in a series of hisses.

A small black snake with red eyes was wrapped around Harry's arm, a baby female Basilisk as she had told Harry. It was because of her that Harry found out that he could actually talk with and understand snakes. Her name is Assara and she said that her poison can kill within seconds while giving large amounts of pain.

::... Massster, buy that one. ..:: she hissed. Harry smiled as the snake's head peeked out of his Long Baggy Sleeve; he moved towards the shelf at the back of the store and picked up a book titled 'Snakes of All Kinds.' He then went over to the clerk and put the pile of six books on the counter.

"That would be 54 pounds young man," the old man said. Harry nodded and paid the man; he then left the store while carrying his books in his hand. He walked to the park to read them rather than going back to the orphanage, his curfew is 9:30 p.m. after all.


Harry placed the remaining six pounds in his hidden glass jar. It held the 'extra' money which remained after he had finished purchasing his books. He was currently saving up for a place to live in eight years when he left the hell hole of a orphanage.

His bookshelf was tidy unlike the rest of the orphans' that keep theirs dusty and filled with old school books. His shelf had his glass jar, small trinkets were also there and some copper snakes, a glass snake eye, and glass marbles in a small dish coupled with some American pennies he found.

His books were in neat organized piles on the floor, even his old schoolbooks look like they were brand new and he likes to keep it that way. He already added his new books to his small collection. He looked at the hand-made calendar. Two days until his birthday, he turns eleven on July 31st.

Assara is currently coiled around a stolen stuffed teddy, she had quite the collection. She was the first snake that he knew that loved stuffed animals. Harry wasn't even surprised anymore when she brings back fake animals. One time she even brought back a wind-up rat, something he often winds up for her to chase for fun. Her collection of fake animals are always organized on the window sill,. The warden doesn't question it; she believes Assara is just some non-poisonous garden snake.

Harry looks at her with a small smile. Assara is his only friend and she's all he needs. He lays on his bed then drifts off to sleep. Minutes later, Assara coils up on his chest with her new teddy next to her.


July, 31st came by a lot quicker than he had anticipated. He never had a nice birthday before but hopefully this one would be different.

Assara got him an expensive Watch, stolen of course. When he left that morning, he sold it at the Pawn shop for 130 Pounds. He took the money he had received from the watch and bought a glass jar that was bigger than his current one. He isn't a money loving moron. No, he wants to make sure that when he turns eighteen he can get out of this shit-hole and into a flat, or for a College fund. Even though he is going to make sure that once he gets to that age, he will get a Scholarship.

The door opened and the warden poked her head in before her entire body came into view. "Potter," was all she said before she nodded to a woman who was standing tall and proud next to her.

"Hello, Mister Potter," the woman said as soon as the warden left, "I am Professor McGonagall."

"Hello Professor," Harry replied. Assara hissed something under her breath from where she was among her stuffed animals, bathing in the early sun.


Harry looks at her amazed. It's magic of which he could do, why he could talk to Assara, why he could make things float, why he could make the other kids feel pain, why he could so easily hurt them when they hurt him first.

"How will I buy supplies?" Harry asked. He had no big amount of money after all.

"Your parents left you a trust fund which contains a small fortune," the woman explained. "However, before you can enter Diagon Alley. You should that know you're very famous in the Wizarding World. You're called a saviour, a hero. You were nicknamed the Boy-Who-Lived for living through the killing curse from the Dark Lord V-Voldemort," she said with a noticeable stutter when she called the man's name.

"...Really?" Harry asked, amazed. He then frowned. "Why did no one adopt me if I'm so famous?" he asked curiously.

"Headmaster Dumbledore thought you were with your Muggle family, the Dursleys', not here in this orphanage. He wanted you to be raised not as the Boy-Who-Lived, he wanted you to have a normal childhood." she explained.

"Can I go to Diagon Alley alone?" he asked softly. She nodded at him before taking out a small golden key.

"Be careful. This is the only key to your trust fund, "she said sternly while handing the key to him.

"Can I bring Assara with me?" he asked meekly. McGonagall raised an eyebrow at him and he points to at the snake when it began to slither out from the mountain of stuffed animals

"A Snake?" she gasped. Harry simply nods.

"She's been with me since I was six. I wish to bring her with me to Hogwarts." he says softly. She paused before nodding.

"She will be okay. Hogwarts accepts all familiars. We support Owls, Rats and Toads mostly, as snake's and other familiar's are more dangerous, and for more powerful and older Witches and Wizards." she said in a monotone. "You can control her correct?" she asked stiffly.

"Yes. Assara knows English so she can understand me." he replied.

"You can enter Diagon Alley through London and through the Leaky Cauldron," she explained.

"I do hope you enter my house," she murmured before she left.


Harry walked into Diagon Alley with stars in his eyes. He was seeing things that he believed were just myths. Who would've thought that Vampires, Hags, Werewolves, were real? Harry didn't know.

He then decided that he should try to at least get some money from this so called trust fund that the professor had told him about. He looked straight forward and then began walking towards a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was...he simply did not know what the creature was.

He walked up the white stone steps toward the creature. The creature was about a head shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard

And, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. They bowed as he walked inside. Now he was facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Harry cleared his throat at the creature gaining its attention. "Hello, sir. I do not mean to be disrespectful to you or anything but I was wondering if you could tell me exactly what you are. I did not grow up in the Magical community so I do not know the history," Harry said respectively with a hint of a frown.

The creature eyed him up and down in confusion before clearing its' throat. "I am a Goblin, young wizard," was all it said before it bowed at him before staring straight ahead.

Harry shrugged then glanced around his surroundings, before he could try to describe the amazing sight in front of him, a pair of goblins bowed at him through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.

Harry made for the counter immediately.

"Good Morning," said Harry to a free goblin. "I've come to acquire more information about the Potter accounts as I have recently learnt that I am the last descendant."

"I will forward you to Silverfin as he is the official accountant of the Potter accounts," said the goblin respectively.

"Take Mr Potter to Silverfin, Griphook" it ordered and immediately, a goblin walked next to Harry.

"If you would please follow me," it asked. Harry nodded then followed the goblin to where it led him to a mahogany door.

Griphook opened the door to only to see another goblin, Silverfin Harry guessed, sitting behind a large oak made desk.

"Harry Potter is here to see the total of his accounts," Griphook said, bowing before he leaves.

"Ah, Mr Potter! Please, come sit," Silverfin gestured to the chair in front of the desk.

"Call me Harry," he said before taking a seat in the chair.

"Of course," the goblin responded while taking out some parchments and a silver knife.

"If you could please cut your finger and let a few drops of blood fall on this parchment Mr Potter," It said. Harry raised an eyebrow but complied.

Cutting the tip of his left index finger, he squeezed it so that the blood came down quicker. Two drops of blood fell on the parchment before Harry removed his finger.

His blood turned black and then got thicker before spreading out over the parchment and began shifting into numbers and letters.

"You may now read it to see all of which you had inherited," Silverfin explained to Harry who then picked up the parchment to see what he had inherited.

~o~ Harry James Potter ~o~

~o~ Born July 31st, 1980 ~o~

~o~ Age: Eleven ~o~

~o~0~o~Vault Information~o~0~o~

Trust Fund Vault 245- 50,000 Galleons, 15,000 Sickles, 10,000 Knuts

Potter Family Vault 204- Potter Family Heirlooms, Potter Family Artefacts, 209,410,021 Galleons, 103,001 Sickles, and 19,044 Knuts

Head Potter Vault 205- 520,721,944 Galleons, 113,201 Sickles, 1,134 Knuts

Lily Potter's Ex-Personal Vault 510-913,031 Galleons, 23,002 Sickles, 918 Knuts

James Potter's Ex-Personal Vault 511- 913,213 Galleons, 23,001 Sickles, 13 Knuts

Head Black Vault 154- 998,832,713 Galleons, 19,000 Sickles, 102,001 Knuts

Black Family: Vault 155- 720,024,110 Galleons, 922,000 Sickles, 12,000 Knuts

Orion Black's Ex-Personal Vault 131-Black Family Heirlooms, Black Family Artefacts, 920,001 Galleons, 1020 Sickles, 500 Knuts

Regulus Black's Ex-Personal Vault 138- 101,102 Sickles

Walburga Black's Ex-Personal Vault 139- Nil

Land Properties:Potter Family Manor, Potter Family Villa, Godric Hollow Cottage. Black Family Manor, Grimmauld Place Number Twelve, Black Beach Villa, Black Summer Home

Harry blinked in shock, "What are Galleons made of?" he curiously asks.

"Goblin Gold," Silverfin responds, "It's a large amount, but Galleons are a mixture of Goblin Gold, Veela Gold, and Muggle Gold. Galleons are rarely ever made since Galleons are rarely used but not forgotten like Muggle Money. It has the same stamp and size as Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts were made. Their worth changed as time went on. The Whole Wizarding World use Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts again, any gold harvested never goes to waste," he explains slowly.

"Hmm...That's genius, unlike Muggles," Harry responds, barely knowing that Muggle means a Non-Magic person. "What's the difference of the Gold's used to make galleons, sickles and Knuts?"

"Muggle Gold is dull so they usually polish it make it shine. Goblin Gold isn't dull, and shines brighter than any Muggle gold ever could. It's the cover of Muggle gold while Veela Gold is the core. Veela Gold is like Goblin Gold however it has a silver tint." He said in a monotone. "Sickles are made out of Goblin Silver and Muggle Silver, Goblin Silver is duller than muggle silver so the Goblin Silver is the core while Muggle Silver covers it since it shines better than Goblin Silver, but it is still polished a bit.

Knuts are made out of muggle bronze and wooden bronze, wooden bronze is the bronze sap of the 'Bronze Tree,' it's a Goblin bronze since the tree isn't bred by Witches and Wizards. The wooden bronze can be used for more than Knut-making. The two different bronze types are melted and mixed together to create a dull shine." he said with a now bored look on his wrinkly face.

"...Wow," Harry remarked.

"Indeed. Not many Wizards/Witches know this information. "Silverfin responded.

"Hmm...How did I acquire the Black vaults if I am a Potter?" Harry asks with a frown.

"Sirius Black, your godfather made you his heir before he was sentenced to Azkaban Prison. Your grandmother Dorea Black gave you Black Blood therefore the rules of the Black Family made you the sole beneficiary of the Black accounts," Silverfin explained patiently.

"Hmm..." Harry nodded. "How did both of my families gain their fortune?" he asked the question that had been swimming through his mind ever since he read the parchment.

"Both Families have their fortunes made from both Magical and Muggle means. However, the pounds you have are turned into Galleons," Silverfin responded with a small smirk.

"That explains why there is so much money here," Harry said with a small quirk of his lips.

"Indeed. I'm guessing you would like to collect money your school supplies," Silverfin stated.

"Yes. I'd like to go to my trust fund, please," Harry said while standing up.

Silverfin called out and immediately Griphook came in then bowed at him.

"Please take Harry here to his trust vault. Do you have the key?" he asked. Harry nodded then took the gold key from inside of his baggy shorts then hands it to Griphook.

The ride to his vault was not smooth at all.

Harry stood still for a few moments, trying to gain his bearings. He then walked inside his vault, removing a pouch that was hung on a metal spear on the way. He then began filling it with Galleons, Sickles and Knuts.

It's shopping time.


Harry entered Flourish and Blotts for his school books. He reviewed his school supply list, putting all the books needed in the basket charmed to be feather-light and then he bought some extra books. Assara peeking her head out to hiss out insults at people that 'looked terrible,' mostly the older ones. Assara does like younger, tender living things to feed on, she ate an old rat once, said it was dusty, almost.

Harry picked out books on Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and extra ones on his school subjects. He moved through the Bookstore happily, picking out every book that was interesting. That was quite a few? He also found some books on the History of Goblins; they were rather interesting creatures so Harry picked it out.

He then strolled towards the counter with his basket. "That would be 56 Galleons, please," the store owner, a young woman in her mid-twenties said. She looked Harry up and down and raised an eyebrow at the pile of books. 'Definitely Ravenclaw,' she thought.

Harry nodded at her then paid the required amount. He then shrunk his books with a wave of his hand then left the Bookstore.

~o~ (0) ~o~

He entered the Magical Trunk shop and bought a trunk with three different compartments. One was to be used to contain clothing and shoes. The other was to be guarded by a password and the last compartment was to hold a rotating book shelf that was able to hold 500 different books. For safety, Harry asked the owner to place Featherweight charms, Password-spoken shrinking Spell, tracking spell, and all other types of security charms. It all totalled up to 1000 Galleons, with that much designs and charms it was bound to be a heft amount of money. Before he left, he had the buckles replaced with silver and the normal buttons to enter the compartments with Emeralds, and the color of the once brown trunk black.

He paid the stores' help then left.

He continued to buy the rest of his school supplies before he entered Madam Malkins for his robes.

"Hogwarts?" she asked with a kind smile and Harry nodded.

"Yes, please. I also want some extra robes and cloaks," Harry said with a slight crinkle of his eyebrow.

"Okay. What colours do you require them to be?" she asked. A quill and parchment appeared in front of her to take the orders.

"Three black cloaks, two dark emerald cloaks with a hood and five different sets of robes, black and grey please," he responded. The woman nodded then pushed him on a small podium to get his measurements.

"Okay then. I have your measurements. I will be back in fifteen minutes," she explained before she walked off to the back of the store. Harry absentmindedly nodded.

True to her word, she came back with the robes and cloaks he had ordered floating in front of her.

"I had already had them made in case of an emergency since lots of children mainly order those colours," she explained when she saw his confused look when she returned with the fully made cloaks and robes.

~ (o) ~0~ (o) ~

Harry knew that he needed a wand so as to not reveal that he could already do magic without it. It was to that thought that Harry came across said wand shop. The wand shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as he stepped inside.

It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair at the corner. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped.

An old man was standing before him, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy. "Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it, it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Mr Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.

"And that's where…" Mr Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands…well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do…"

Mr Ollivander gave Harry a calculating look before speaking, "Well, now...Mr Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket.

"Which is your wand arm?"

"Err... well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try..." Harry tried... but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr Ollivander.

"No, no...Here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, and try it out."

Harry tried and tried. He had no idea what Mr Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere...I wonder, now...yes, why not...unusual combination... holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took the wand. He felt sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of silver and green sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mr Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well… how curious… how very curious…"

He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious… curious…"

"Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?" Mr Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather...just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother...why, its brother gave you that scar."

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… I think we must expect great things from you, Mr Potter… After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things... terrible, yes, but great."

Harry wasn't sure he liked Mr Ollivander too much. He paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr Ollivander bowed him from his shop.


Harry walked into a shop, named 'Auntie's Facial Features'. He looked around the shop. Vials filled with all types of different colour, thick liquids. Cases and racks all over the walls and floors. A lady with Purple Hair and Purple eyes, wearing all purple robes was sitting behind the counter.

"Hello there! How may I help you?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"I was wondering if you can correct my eyesight?" he asked shyly.

"Of course, dear! Anything else?" she said, pulling out a vial containing a clear liquid.

"Yes, I would like my hair lengthened," Harry responded. She nodded then walked over to him while removing her wand from inside of her robes.

"Here. Open your eyes wide," she ordered softly. Harry complied and takes off his glasses. She then uncorked the vial filled with the clear liquid then used a 1 ML plastic syringe to remove the liquid from the vial. She walked over to Harry who was now lying down on the table which had appeared in front of him. She carefully hovered the syringe over Harry's eyes then squeezed it ten times so that ten drops of the clear liquid fell in Harry's eyes. She then repeated her actions to the other eye and as soon as she was finished, the entire vial was empty.

She then banished the syringe and vial with a flick of her wand. "Good. Keep them open for 60 seconds," she ordered softly while waving her wand over Harry's hair. In a matter of seconds, Harry's hair started to grow out to the middle of his back in soft waves. As a minute passed, his hair now flowed below his arse.

"You can blink now," she told him calmly while smiling.

He blinked rapidly and then slowly but surely, his vision began clearing up until he could see perfectly.

"Wow..." he gasped happily.

"Of course!" she huffed with a small smile, "Now. Do you want your hair longer or shorter?"

"Err..." he said while looking into a mirror that was located at the left side of the table then tapped his chin in contemplation. "Just to the middle of my back, please. I also want bangs to cover my forehead." he said slowly. She hummed before waving her wand over his hair and what happened next caused Harry to raise an eyebrow.

His hair looked like it was cut by a pair of invisible scissors. The chopped locks then fell to the floor and disappeared in a swirl of ash.

"That'll be twenty Galleons," she chirped. Harry nodded then took out the required amount out of his pouch then handed the Galleons to the woman.

"Do you want any streaks? Any color, Red, Gold, Blue, Black, White, Green, Silver..." she trailed off.

"How about auburn, silver and green streaks?" he asked with a small smirk. She smiled at him before removing three vials containing liquid that matched the colors he requested from the inside of her robe. Harry knew that someone of her caliber would never place liquids like that in their robes. She must have made them appear with magic.

After thirty minutes, Harry left the store, his hair with auburn, silver and green streaks, except for his bangs. His bright green eyes were shining happily.

For once in his life, he's able to splurge his money.

~o~ *0* ~o~

Summer passed by quickly. Harry was taking trips to Diagon Alley more often but it was mostly to buy more and more robes and of course a bit of candy from the Candy Shop in the alley. His new favorite candy was Blood Pops. Harry had a large stash of them hidden away. He already reread all of the schoolbooks already so he didn't have much else to do.

The warden had been shocked at his hair, but didn't thankfully didn't question him. She did ask what happened to his glasses though and he told her about how he got contacts since they were getting in the way of his activities. He was actually surprised that she bought the story but he immediately remembered that it was magic he was dealing with so she would have no other reason than to not believe him.

Harry was currently sucking on a Blood Pop; he entered Kings Cross Station, his trunk shrunk to the size of a matchbox and in his pocket. He looked around, a small frown on his features. Where was Platform 9 and three quarters? He asked himself internally. Turning around, his eyes widened dramatically as he saw a two boys run through the 'solid' wall straight forward.

He walked over to it and placed his hand on the wall and it passed right through. With wide eyes, he walked right through the barrier only to see a big red and black train with hundreds of people bustling to and from it.

"Huh... makes sense, it is a magical school," He murmured softly. He looked towards the huge train before he walked towards it to go on board. Lots of looks were sent his way because of his hair but he paid it no attention. He for one thought that his hair suits him, it compliments his eyes... he just sounded like a total girl didn't he? Oh well.

Harry ended up in a compartment located at the back of the train; he made himself comfortable then began to suck on a Blood Pop as he looked out the window. After a few minutes, the train let out a howl and then started off. Harry sighed and leaned into his seat, closing his eyes into a calm sleep.

It quickly got disrupted when the door opened. "Arm. Could I sit here?" asked a boy a boy with flaming red hair.

"Sure," Harry shrugged while looking back out the window.

"Uh…My name's Ron Weasley," he said with a small smile.

"I'm Harry," he responded, purposely not saying his surname.

"So, what house to expect to be in?" Ron asked curiously.

"Hmm…I'm guessing Ravenclaw," Harry said with a shrug, "Or Slytherin. I'm not a Hufflepuff, and I'm not very brave."

"Eh? Why Slytherin? Their all slimy snakes," Ron said with a huff.

"Hn," Harry responded nonchalantly.

"Erm…You're not a vampire are you?" Ron suddenly asks.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

"N…No offense! But I have pale skin, your eyes seem to glow, and you eating a Blood Pop," he said quickly in his rush to explain.

"No. I'm a Half-blood Wizard. Mum was a Muggleborn and my dad a Pureblood," Harry responded with a carefully amused glint in his eyes. He had just made that up on the spot.

"Really? Cool!" Ron said with a grin.

Harry just hums.


"Firs' yea's! Firs' years ove' 'ere! C'mon, follow me... any more firs' yea's? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" Boomed a big giant looking man. Everyone began follow the giant man down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. Some students were slipping and stumbling while Harry just looked at them with one eyebrow raised. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there.

"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' 'ogwa's in a sec," The giant called over his shoulder, he was in a small boat just like everyone else and Harry just looked at him in shock. "Jus' 'ound 'is ben' 'ere," he shouted once more. There was a loud 'Oooooh!' from all the students The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of the Great Black Lake.

Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. "No more'n four to a boat!" the man called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by a chubby brown haired boy and a girl with large front teeth. "Everyone in?" shouted the giant who had a boat to himself. "Right then...FORWARD!" and the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass.

Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. "Heads down!" yelled the giant as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

"Oy, yeh 'ere! 's 'is yer toad?" said the man, who was checking the boats as people climbed out off them. "Trevor!" cried the chubby brown haired boy blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after the giant's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door. "Everyone here? Yeh 'ere, s'ill go' yer toad?" the giant raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

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The door swung open at once. Professor McGonagall stood there in emerald-green robes. She had a very stern look on her face and Harry's first thought was that she was not someone to cross. "'e firs' yea's, Professor McGonagall," said the man. "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She pulled the door wide open. The entrance hall was so big. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right. The rest of the school must already be here... but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on the chubby boy's cloak which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber. Harry mildly frowned "How exactly do they sort us into houses?" he asked Ron.

"I heard we had to battle a troll! ", Ron declared and Harry raised an eyebrow at the incredulous thought.

'Yeah,right. That's the most stupid thing I have ever heard in my life,' Harry thought, amused. He stood straighter then shifts the Blood Pop in his mouth, the flavour pleasant on his tongue. He knew some were staring at him oddly, mostly because of his hair.

"You know your hair is odd," huffed the girl with the large front teeth.

"And you are?" Harry asked with a roll of his eyes; he resisted the urge to sneer at her.

"My name is Hermione Granger. What about you?" she said with a indignant huff.

"Harry Potter," he responded before turning away from her. She gaped at him while those who heard just stared at him.

"Y…Yeah right! Where's your scar?" she asked with narrowed eyes. He just ignored her.

Harry almost jumped a foot in the air when several people behind him screamed. "What the...?", He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance..."

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost...I say, what are you all doing here?" a ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered. "New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them.

"About to be Sorted, I suppose?" a few people nodded mutely. "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."

"Move along now," said a sharp voice." The Sorting Ceremony's about to start. "Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."

Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Ron behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.

Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."

It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens. Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing...noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth...and the hat began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall, for I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; you might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuff is are true and unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) for I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. "So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to himself. "I'll kill Fred; he was going on about wrestling a troll."

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said.

"Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause..."HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry! RAVENCLAW!" The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too.

"Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers.

"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin! HUFFLEPUFF!"

Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide.

"Finnegan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.

"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. "GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.

Ron groaned.

"Longbottom, Neville" the chubby brown haired boy was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR, " Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to

"MacDougal, Morag." he went to Slytherin.

"Malfoy, Draco" A blonde haired boy swaggered up the hat. It had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"

There weren't many people left now. "Moon." "Nott." "Parkinson," then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last...

"Potter, Harry!" As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. "Potter, did she say? "The Harry Potter?" The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a

Good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited. Hmm, "said a small voice in his ear. "OH? Cunning and Sly. A love for books I see. You would never do well in Gryffindor as you are not brave or loyal. Hufflepuff is certainly out. You will do well in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Your thirst for books would have won if it wasn't for the fact that you rather keep in the shadows and observe. Hmm, you Mr Potter are an enigma. Better be- "SLYTHERIN," the hat yelled out.

Harry smirked internally before he took the hat off his head, placing it on the stool before he moved to the Slytherin table. He ignored the shocked stares and the pure silence in the Great Hall as he sat down at the end of the table.

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The next two weeks passed by quickly. Many rumours were circulating that Harry was the next Dark Lord or something of the other. However, he easily became a favourite of the teachers, except for Snape who hated him, even though he easily gave in great potion samples. Defence, Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions his best classes, History of Magic, Herbs, and with a often visit to the Library, he was deemed a Bookworm, earning a total of 230 points in two weeks, the Slytherins didn't bother him as he was gaining the house lots of points.

Though, one thing that DID bother him was that Assara had vanished. Harry knew that Assara could take care of herself, but he couldn't help but be a little worried. But then again, he knew that she will be safe. She IS a Basilisk after all. She could take care of herself better than Harry could take care of himself.

Harry was currently eating a Blood pop during breakfast, as he read a book he checked out from the Library called: 'Magical Feats Through the Ages!.' He was already half-way through the book. He turned another page as he once again ignored the stares.

He had no need to be a circus animal for their entertainment.

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The next month passed by easily, for Harry at least. He kept on getting perfect grades and compliments from the teachers. He even helped some of the other Slytherins in History of Magic and got a tiny bit of respect of Snape. Harry was great in potions even though Snape would never admit it.

Halloween Night came and instead of going to dinner, Harry kept himself busy inside the library. He was currently reviewing books alone as Madam Pince was in the Great Hall.

Humming quietly, he went through the shelves before he looked both ways and entered the Restricted Sections. He quickly found the book he was looking for, 'Cutting Curses and Hexes: Light and Dark Special Edition.' Harry left the Restricted section and sat down on a table while opening the book. He then started to read.

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Leaving the Library quietly after hiding the book, he found that a troll entered Hogwarts and injured a Muggleborn named Hermione Granger. Harry couldn't help but snort and think that the Know-It-All deserved it.

He was sitting in his favourite seat in the library when Professor Quirrell came up to him.

"Oh? Isn't that book in the Restricted Section?" he asked curiously.

"Hum… I have no idea what you're talking about, "Harry said, feigning innocence. The professor chuckled darkly.

"Well then. How is the book?" he asked with a smirk.

"Interesting… I never would imagine that so many cutting spell's existed and such a variety," Harry hummed.

"Indeed," he chuckled, "But doesn't that book contain dark spells?"

"So? Are you going to tell Dumbledore on me? Dark or Light. It's all magic, "Harry responded calmly.

"No...No. I wouldn't do that...Good luck at learning those spells by the way. I believe there's a good room on the seventh floor corridor for you to practice those spells," the Professor said idly before he turned around and walked off, leaving Harry alone to think about the almost one sided conversation.

He never noticed that the professor didn't stutter for once.

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Christmas came quickly Harry woke up to see a large pile of presents at the foot of his bed inside of his own Slytherin dorm. Getting out of bed, he moved to end of the bed and began unwrapping the presents. He opened a green and silver wrapped box to reveal a pile of books with a note attached to the blue colour one on top


When I was younger, I found these books useful. Perhaps you can to.

T. M. R.

Harry blinked in confusion; he did not know anyone that went by those initials. Oh well, Harry went through the books and saw that there were ten volumes of the Introduction to the Dark Arts. He decided to keep and read them. Dark or Light, magic is magic. It doesn't really matter.


Harry wrapped the Invisibility cloak around himself, covering his head as he entered the Restricted Section. He sat down cross-legged on the floor then he took out a candle from inside of his robe and l immediately it lit by itself. He smiled before he removed the book marked, "A Necromancer's Guide."

Necromancy is the act of conjuring the dead for divination. It dates back to Persia, Greece and Rome, and in the Middle Ages was widely practiced by magicians, sorcerers, and witches. Necromancy is not to be confused with conjuring devils or demons for help. Necromancy is the seeking of the spirits of the dead. The spirits are sought because they, being without physical bodies, are no longer limited by the earthly plane. Therefore, it is thought these spirits have access to information of the past and future which is not available to the living. Necromancy (\nεkreˌmænsi/) is a claimed form of magic involving communication with the deceased – either summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily – for the purpose of Divination, imparting the means to foretell future events or discover hidden knowledge. The term may sometimes be used in a more general sense to refer to black magic or Witchcraft.

Necromancy is "a branch of magic that has never worked". Whilst it is possible to create Inferi, these are mindless creatures with no soul or intelligence, despite possessing human corpses and hence are not truly "raised" persons. Therefore, Necromancy does not work in this respect and it is indeed known to be impossible to truly resurrect the dead. However, zombies are known to exist and may be the result of true necromancy (though, the extent of their humanity remains to be seen).

Necromancy is a special mode of divination by the evocation of the dead. The term suggests "black" magic or "black" art, in which marvellous results are due to the agency of evil spirits while in "white" magic they are due to human dexterity and trickery. The practice of necromancy supposes belief in the survival of the soul after death, the possession of a superior knowledge by the disembodied spirit, and the possibility of communication between the living and the dead. The circumstances and conditions of this communication — such as time, place, and rites to be followed — depend on the various conceptions which were entertained concerning the nature of the departed soul, its abode, its relations with the earth and with the body in which it previously resided. As divinities frequently were but human heroes raised to the rank of gods, necromancy, mythology, and demonology are in close relation, and the oracles of the dead are not always easily distinguished from the oracles of the gods.

Harry continued to read the book for three more hours before he closed it and slipped it back into the shelf. H then he blew out the candle, got up from his position on the floor and walked carefully out of the Restricted Section. Even though he had on the Invisibility cloak which he had received on Christmas, didn't mean that he could not bump into things so he had to be careful. He then hustled out of the library, the new information swimming around in his head. What a interesting subject!

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As the year neared end, Harry sat the end of the Slytherin Table. The School year went by, amazing normal. Even though he was a loner, he really didn't mind. Dumbledore looked grim from where he sat and Professor Quirrell was absent. He couldn't help but wonder where the Defence Professor was and to why Dumbledore looked so grim.

Harry sighed before he continued to eat. He felt sad because he had to go back to the orphanage. Even though he did learn a lot about the Magical World which was something he couldn't help but be happy about, the rumours of him being the next Dark Lord faded became non-existent and that was one thing he was happy about. Life was always better when you don't have stares following you everywhere. He still got stared a lot since he was The Boy-Who-Lived. Harry doesn't like that he's famous for living through the night he SHOULD have died. His parents should be the one idolized since it was because of them Lord Voldemort perished.

He had seen Assara for the second time ever since she vanished once he entered Hogwarts. Harry really didn't worry, she could look after herself. She told Harry of a Chamber where another Basilisk resided. She even told Harry that next year; she will take him to her.\


To say that Dumbledore was beyond shocked would've been the understatement of the year. He was livid. First, he expected Harry to enter Hogwarts wearing round glasses, short messy and untameable raven hair in normal robes but no.

Harry came with raven black hair with green, silver and auburn streaks reaching the middle of his back. Bright, almost glowing Avada Kedavra eyes with pale and unblemished skin wearing a bored expression on his face while eating a blood pop in highly expensive brand new robes.

He expected a pure Gryffindor, Loyal, Brave and Brash. No. He got a pure Slytherin. Cunning, Sly and with a hint of a Sadistic Streak. He expected a boy with only normal grades. No. He got a genius. A powerful boy who got the best grades in History of Magic the school has ever seen since Professor Binns took place as a Professor, other than Tom Riddle. They both, however, got an outstanding in HoM.

He expected a child who would help others like a true Hero. Someone who never back down, a loud, hot-tempered child. Wrong. He got a Behaved boy who only helped other Slytherins with History of Magic while in return, they left him alone. He would sneer at Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors and look at ranting Ravenclaws with expresses boredom. He turned every one of their claims into somehow false or missing information, just to get on their nerves.

He expected a child who would hate Lord Voldemort and the Dark Arts while being the perfect "Light Golden Boy." WRONG. The boy easily learned all types of magic. He even attempted to get entrance into the Restricted Section multiple times. He easily got the pass. He learned and he practiced. Unlike the boy he was expecting.

He expected a boy with an Owl or Cat. No. He got a boy with Baby Basilisk. Something only Dumbledore seemed to notice.

Dumbledore made the worst mistake ever when he let the Dursleys put Harry Potter in an orphanage.

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Much like Dumbledore. Severus Snape expected a Gryffindor Boy-Who-Lived but they all got a Slytherin protégé, the perfect example of everything Slytherin. Easily making his way at the highest rank for a first year thanks to doing other Slytherins' History of Magic work and being able to make a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor speechless. A child able to slip his way into the Restricted section while studying and practice the spells in an undiscovered room.

Snape expected a James-look-alike. No. He got a child looking nothing like either of his parents. His eyes brighter, his skin paler and his hair longer and tameable with streaked colors and no glasses. A boy who spent more time reading than on Quidditch and all other 'useless' sports.

He expected a dunce in Potions. No. He got a boy able to be a Potions Master. A patience and care for the potion arts. Snape began to slightly respect the boy, not like he'll ever admit it.

He had to focus on the fully-color Dark Mark on his forearm. The very dark green got a bit lighter to a dark emerald that gave out sparks of pain every now and then. He knew he was in trouble but for what, he had no idea.

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Summer came and it was as boring as always for Harry. If it wasn't for the fact that he had the books he got for Christmas, he would have mentally died of boredom. For the first time in forever, Harry didn't speed through the books he had to make sure he didn't mess anything up after all. The book: "The Introduction to Dark Arts," gave him important information on how to take off the tracker on his wand. He of course tried his hand at removing it which was a success. He also practiced five different dark cutting curses on stuffed animals.

Assara told him about the Basilisk in the Chamber, Harry easily connected the dots to the Chamber of Secrets created by Salazar Slytherin. Sythia was the grown basilisk's name. Harry actually couldn't wait to meet this Basilisk. She sounded very interesting to him. Tales of Salazar Slytherin? Interesting indeed.

Harry finished five volumes of the Ten Volumes of books he had received and he had already learned a lot more than he had anticipated. He learned mostly simple dark spells and truly dark ones that gave him a high wave of pleasure when casting them even though after a while of casting them,he became a little power exhausted. He wanted to cast them on a real human being. So...

He looked at the dead and bloody muggle in front of him. Something HE did. Cutting curses and all of which are dark spells. He even did the three Unforgivables but it took him a while to get the 'Cruciatus' curse while he easily got the killing curse down as well as the 'Imperius' curse. He then pointed his wand at the Muggle's corpse and whispered, "Incendio." Fire immediately enveloped the corpse and burnt the body away, not even ashes had remained.

I'm pretty sure you're wondering why he could perform magic. It happened during the summer while he was still at Hogwarts; he did a quick spell which destroyed the tracer on his wand. Life was much easier after that and he could not be happier.

Harry then turned around and left the Alley.

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School supply shopping went by quickly and easily. He bought Assara a dozen Mice, five rabbits and one cat. Assara went through a growth spurt and is now Seven feet long, six inches in width. She eats more heavily than before so he had to buy more things for her to eat. She now lays drenched around Harry's shoulders, hissing insults at everyone. He also bought her small moving Dragons, Unicorns and all other types of creatures for her collection. Harry ended up buying a small trunk just for Assara to bring her stuff to Hogwarts.

The warden would just gape at Assara and Harry would respond that she was required for school. The warden couldn't really do anything unless she wanted to 'break the law,' which really was just a lie.

Harry was currently boarding the train where he immediately went to the back. He easily came across an empty compartment of which he entered happily. He sat down on the soft built in seat and immediately Assara slithered off of his shoulders to take up the space next to him. He gave Assara small mice for her to eat and she easily gulped it down.

He heard footsteps stop outside his compartment before the door opened to reveal Draco Malfoy.m

"Potter," he said slowly while eyeing Assara. "When did you get a snake?"

"I've had her since last year. I let her roam Hogwarts. I have no reason to keep her chained since she doesn't eat humans and she understands English," Harry lied skilfully through his teeth.

"..." Malfoy remained silent for a minute before he responded, "Do you want to be friends? I never had to the chance to ask you last year." Harry raised an eyebrow at him before answering, "Are you certain? Most Slytherins would rather curse me than become my friend."

Malfoy smirked at him before saying, "So? Do I look like I care?" he then walked completely inside the compartment and sat down next to Harry's unoccupied side.

"You know, you're nothing like I had first expected," Malfoy said after a few minutes of silence.

"Oh? What did you expect?" Harry hummed softly.

"I don't know exactly," he said while a small shrug, "The Light's Golden Boy." Harry's lips curled into a small smile, though he did not respond.

"Everyone says that you are a Vampire," Malfoy said with hidden curiosity.

"You know, the first person that I met on this train last year thought the same thing," he deadpanned stoically. Mal- Draco snorted softly.

"You can pass as a Vampire though," Draco said with a hum. Not a minute after, the compartment door opened softly.

"Anything from the Trolley, dears?" the Trolley lady asked.

"Yes, please. I would like twelve Blood pops, two Ice Mice and one Every Flavour Beans," Harry answers while removing some Galleons from his pouch. He then held the Galleons over to the woman who had already given him his order.

"Two Galleons my dear," she said when she saw him holding out the money.

"Ten Chocolate Frogs," Draco said. He paid the woman who then left soon after.

Harry turned to Assara. ::..Assara, do you want to try the Ice Mice?..:: he asked curiously.

::..No. Let me sssleepp..:: Assara huffed before coiling tighter around herself.

"You're a Parselmouth," Draco gaped.

Harry frowned at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked curiously.

"You can talk to snakes!" Draco explained slowly, "People who can talk to snakes are called Parselmouths while the language is Parseltongue."

"...Oh," Harry said, blinking owlishly, "I thought it was English.

"Well it's not! Only the Heir of Slytherin can speak to snakes! The last known Parselmouth was Lord Voldemort!" Draco ranted with a huff.

Harry blinked slowly. "I've been able to do it for as long as I can remember," he explained to the blonde.

"...You really are odd," Draco deadpanned once he regained his bearings. Harry just grinned at him.

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Harry was currently sitting in the Slytherin common room with a book in his hands; he had noticed that he was much higher up in the Slytherin ranks since he and Malfoy had become friends. It was also because he had 'friends' in Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh year Slytherin. He does their History of Magic work after all and they in return will watch his back

Draco was sitting across from him, a shocked look upon his face as Harry easily wrote down sentences upon sentences of words on the Second Goblin War report from Binns.

"How do you do that?!" Draco exclaimed, "Not even Ravenclaws can stay awake in his class!"

Harry smirked at him. "I do my other Homework or read in his class. I just read books on the Goblin Wars to the Vampirism Civil Wars to the Vampire vs. Werewolf wars to Magical England's Civil Wars," he explained with a twitch of his lips.

"Magical England Civil wars? On what?" Draco asked with a small frown.

"They burnt the books out in the street while burning Dark Witches as well. It was 102 years after Salazar Slytherin's had vanished though, the Civil War ended when Seven Wizards were killed. They were supposedly children of Salazar Slytherin, though most of them died saving the Dark Magic books and Dark Witches and Wizards. There were over 200 deaths that were caused by using the curse Salazar created, the Killing Curse," Harry explained with a contemplative look on his face.

"...You're like a living History Book," Draco remarked in astonishment.

Harry just rolled his eyes at him.

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Assara led Harry towards the girls' bathroom. Frowning slightly, he looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

::..Parssseltongue Massster!..:: she hissed with a roll of her eyes.

::..Open, oh great door of Sssnakesss!..:: Harry hissed in sarcasm.

::..I heard the Ssssarcasssm!..:: she said with a huff as the sinks split open to reveal a large and dark tunnel.

Harry looked shocked for a while before he regained his bearings. ::... Er...Ssstairsss?..:: he stuttered. Inside the tunnel, there was a shifting sound and Harry smirked when he saw a faint outline of stairs.

He walked inside while Assara slithered behind him. ::..Closssse!..:: There was a groaning sound as the tunnel closed behind them.

::..Light..:: he ordered with folded arms. Torches that lined the wall suddenly became lit to show off the interior of the entrance. Assara slithered in front of Harry who calmly followed her as she knew the chamber better than he did.

Two minutes later, they arrived in front of a large chained door with snakes decorating the exterior of the door. Harry gulped before he hesitantly hissed out.

::...Open...:: He watched, amazed as the door slid open with a creak. He gasped at the interior of the room but before he could analyse everything, Assara slithered in amazingly fast and he was forced to follow her quickly.

::..What do I call her, Asssara?..:: Harry asked her slowly.

::...Think about it Massster...:: she replied vaguely.

Harry frowned at her before his eyes lit up in understanding.

::...Come forth, Child of the Greatessst of the Founding Four!...:: he hissed loudly and immediately the mouth of the large statue opposite him began to open.

He watched as a very large snake slithered out and looked at him interested, its eyes were connected with his.

::...You mussst be child of my Massster. You would have died at my gaze if you were not..:: the snake hissed.

Harry sighed softly.

::...I am at your command, young Massster. Do you wisssh anything of me?...:: she hissed after she had bowed her head in respect.

Harry smiled at her but shook his head. ::...I have no need to harm any Mugglebornsss. I only wisssh to sssee about Ssslytherin'sss Library,perhapsss?..::

::...Sssmart one you are, Massster..:: she hissed while nodding at the statue's mouth from whence she came ::...That ssstatue is my Massster'sss father, Quin Ssslytherin. He taught him almossst everything he knew about Dark Magic and Potionssss. ..::

Harry nodded before he turned to Assara. ::.. Asssara, go ahead and ssstay with...:: he trailed off, looking at the Basilisk in front of him.

::...Sssythia...:: she replied. Harry nodded at her and she grabbed him around the midsection with her tail and placed him upon her head. She then slithered back towards the statue where she stood at full height so that her head was positioned towards the mouth of the statue where Harry easily climbed off. He then turned around and patted her on the head and she hissed softly before slithering back towards Assara.

Harry then turned around and slowly walked towards the entrance of the Library. His arms were tightly clenched at his side when he entered the obviously large room.

Harry began browsing through the large rows of shelves before he came across a dark green book. He carefully picked it up and dusted it off with his hand. He then hissed at it. ::..Open...:: He watched in amazement as the book opened with a screech then the pages glowed a bright green color before remaining still.

Hello young one, whoever you may be. My name is Salazar Slytherin and welcome to the Library of Secrets.

Harry grinned. He may come to really love the Magical World.

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The following months had passed by quickly, too quickly in Harry opinion, though, it was quite normal than the last. It was Sunday and Harry was bone tired. He had stayed up all night with Sythia and Assara, feeding them both animals he got from the Forbidden Forest and that was when he took the Daily Prophet from the delivery owl.


By Rita Skeeter

Last night, Aurors were said to have apparated inside of Azkaban Prison as many of their stationed alarms had gone haywire. By some sort of Bad luck, our Aurors stumbled upon the sight of the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters freeing the sentenced followers of the Dark Lord. On unfortunate news, fifty of our Aurors died while fifty more were sent to St. Mungos with serious injuries, though this reporter knows that our brave Wizards and Witches would be healed in the skilled hands of our Medi-witches and Medi-Wizards.

Upon further investigation, the Aurors found the bodies of the prisoners who may have declined joining the Dark Lord. It does not calm anyone's mind as the bodies are but a few.

Another amazing fact is that Sirius Black, the Betrayer of the Potter Family was called Innocent by Lord Voldemort. After I had a interview with one of the Aurors, Sirius Black attempted to send out curses at the Dark Lord who easily threw them aside.

It has also come to this reporter's attention that Sirius Black is awaiting a Retrial. It seems that our dear minister decided to have a 'do over' of the previous trial as Veritaserum has not been used the first time around. It seems that we would all find out if Sirius Black had really betrayed the Potters and if he had killed those Muggles and Peter Pettigrew.

More importantly, what will happen to our Boy-Who-Lived?

Harry snorted and dropped the paper on the table in front of him, despite the fact how he acted, he was very interested about the outcome He knew that Sirius Black wasn't dead even though he inherited the Black Fortune. If he was proven innocent, Harry would be able to leave the orphanage, permanently.

He couldn't be any happier.

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The rest of the year passed along quite easily. Other than papers being delivered about random raids every now and then about the Dark Lord. The Slytherins were being frighteningly happy, they were throwing him glances and sneering at him, as if knowing something he didn't.

Draco got a little nervous around Harry, which was until he confessed his father's involvement with Voldemort. The Boy-Who-Lived didn't care and told him as much. He explained to Draco that he was Neutral and did not plan on changing it unless the Dark Lord could convince him to join the Dark side.

"Join the Dark Side. We have Cookies," Harry muttered with a snort.

"Huh?" Draco asked curiously.

"Nothing, just a muggle saying," he replied while chuckling softly.

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Harry boarded the train, he intended on leaving Hogwarts for the holidays instead of staying behind. He sighed softly; he would miss Sythia and Hogwarts.

Assara was coiled loosely around his shoulders and out in the total open for once and the teachers didn't say anything as Harry proved he could control the snake and that she could understand English.

In fact, Assara had Professor McGonagall and Filch wrapped around her tail. She always helped them catch students breaking the rules and often she smacked Harry on the head every time he made a Ravenclaw cry.

Yes. They seemed to have been having breakdowns since he arrived; he always explained that he had NOTHING to do with it despite what the Professors and his snake believed.

Nothing. At. All.

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A/N: Hello there! For those who have read my story despite all the mistakes, I wanna thank you. So, here is the edited version. Mostly done because I got tired of getting emails of a bunch of people saying 'Fix all the mistakes'.