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Chapter 4: Harry Potter, Slytherin.
When Harry woke the next morning for the first time since his arrival at Hogwarts, he felt a feeling akin to satisfaction. It was new, but refreshing, and it was better than the gloom that had grown the first two months and in the end was unworthy of him.
A waste of time, he realized now.
With renewed ardor Harry got out of bed. It was Tuesday, and it should not be late for first in the day, Potions, with his favorite teacher.
After a quick glance in the room he realized that only Blaise was still sleeping, all the other male first-year Slytherins should already be in the big room having lunch. Blaise's were known to be a heavy sleeper who had a hard time waking up in time to go to class. Usually it was Draco or rarely Theodore who woke, but today for some reason, had seen fit to pass this task. The Slytherins were always friendly with each other.
After being washed and dressed quickly, Harry saw that Blaise was left undisturbed in the arms of Morpheus, approached her bed and decided, after careful consideration, for a more frontal shall we say.
- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Blaise shouted in a shrill voice that made Harry screaming with laughter. Holy shit guys ... what does he stopped short at the sight that met his sight. Harry Potter in Slytherin known for his extreme reserve, the air constantly depressed and his eyes lost little boy who wondered what he was doing with the evil snake was next to his bed, holding his stomach so he laughing breathlessly. Blaise thought even see tears coming out of his emerald green eyes.
Needless to say, Blaise hated Harry's whole being and wish him a horrible death out of proportion.
- I can learn, Blaise said, trying to have the calmest voice possible, after all, should not that Potter realizes that he, Blaise Zabini, was going to finish soon, what took you to wake up with a jet of ice water in his face.
Harry wiped the tears on her cheeks and tried to calm down. His face was red and his eyes sparkled. Blaise had never seen him like that, not even when he was with his two friends, and wondered what had happened.
- It should not be that you arrive late in the course, Harry tried a mischievous voice. And I could not wake up, he lied shamelessly. So Desperate times call for desperate measures ... But I must admit that I am appalled at the way you talk, it is unworthy of a Slytherin you know.
Blaise looked at him with what appeared to be a desire to murder in their eyes.
- Do you realize that I'm wet! he cried.
- And you, you realize that you're a witch! said Harry, raising his voice, but with a mischievous note in her voice. After a moment Blaise remained to fix the eyes and mouth wide open, Harry took pity and cast the spell that allowed to dry.
Blaise shook himself, and launched after a dirty look towards his fellow student, he went to the bathroom to wash and dress in a hurry. Harry took advantage of this respite to disappear.
Ten minutes or so later, while lunching at the Slytherin table, alone, Blaise surprised him by coming to sit next to him, instead of going to his usual place, with his friends, who looked to a funny look to joining the boy who had no friends in Slytherin. All under the mocking eye of Draco Malfoy.
- You can tell me what's going on? asked the black boy seriously. He had begun to draw shamelessly in the base where there were Harry toast and jam. Before the mine indignation of his classmate, Blaise contented himself with a shrug that seemed to say 'you owe me that, after all, and then you shall not eat everything. "
- What do you mean, what happens? Harry then asked also earnestly.
- How you been boy's gloomy and uninteresting to be a pretty cool guy, funny, joker, with the spread! cried Blaise engulfing a toast with jam pumpkin. Spread the crumbs on his chin and Harry had to hold a grimace of disgust. He had always especially hated when people did not eat properly.
- I do not know if I should be offended by that remark! he said in a grieved tone wrong.
- Exactly what I mean! Before today, it looked like you knew hardly speak. You were like a little mouse!
Harry smiled at that remark. Blaise did not have his tongue in his pocket and said what he thought without thinking the consequences. He would have to submit Elizabeth.
- I just realized a few things, said Harry, repositioning itself in a more seriously. I had a little conversation with someone last night that made me open my eyes. I have nothing to be ashamed to be in Slytherin all because it is not suitable for my parents. Slytherin is an equally good home and I'm lucky to be there.
Blaise looked at him, mouth wide open for a few tens of seconds, before thinking about close. Shaking his head vigorously, he said.
- Well, I must say I prefer this state of mind! And better late than never.
Harry was reassured by these words. After his little chat with Draco, he was afraid it was too late to fit into the house of snakes. After all, it was already two months back that had passed, and groups and friendships were already formed.
- Blaise, we'll be late for the course of Rogue, 'said a female voice that had approached the two boys. Harry did not know if she heard what he said, but she looked with great curiosity.
- We arrive Tracey, said in a cheerful voice Blaise. You know Harry, right? said he, putting his hand on the shoulder of his new friend. New friend who was staring at her and made her a nice smile. The girl decided she could give him a chance. It would require an explanation later.
- Yes do not be silly Blaise course I know Harry, it is our year, remember? she said as if speaking to a child of five. But his eyes were happy and she smiled at the two boys. Come on, we'll really be late if not!
The three Slytherins went into the dungeons together, under the curious eyes of the other Slytherins, who all wondered what could happen.
Once in the dark dungeons of wet Professor Snape, Harry apologized to his two new friends and sat down next to Neville and Hermione. The latter looked away. Clearly, she was still angry against him for the day, but Harry paid him little attention. A Neville looked at him with surprise, he began to explain to him softly.
- Last night when I returned to my ward, I had a small very interesting discussion with Draco Malfoy.
- The blond Malfoy is there? Neville asked curiously, pointing at Draco who was sitting next to Theodore Nott.
- Yes. It's a nice boy, though a bit mysterious. Anyway, he knows how to troll and he said he was impressed with what I had done. Then he asked me why I was not trying to fit in to my new home, and we talked for quite some time. All that to say, I make you the short version, he was very sobering. And I realized that it was not because my parents did not like Slytherin because of stupid prejudices that I have to spend the next seven years to me whine. So I decided to make some effort! he said in a tone somewhat triumphantly toward his best friend gave him a forced smile.
- What's wrong? immediately asked Harry. He knew Neville long enough to know when his friend was hiding something.
- You have not heard the rumors this morning? Neville asked hesitantly. He did not know how to break the news to Harry, or how it would react.
Harry shook his head, but before he had time to ask any questions, he was interrupted by the sound of his damn brother who entered the class. Around him was the rest of Gryffindor. Two girls in particular, an Indian and a blonde made a lot of chattering noise like chickens. Harry let out a sigh of irritation. His day started off well, he did not want his brother to him the strike. However, a sentence spoken by the Indian held her attention.
- Tell me Ryan, how did you do to kill a troll all by yourself? The admiration was evident in his voice, and for a moment Harry thought he had misheard. He turned to Neville who looked at him, an air of apology to the face.
- This morning when I woke up I heard them talk about it in the dorm, and I thought he was talking about you so I asked what was happening, hurriedly explained the Gryffindor. Someone spread the rumor as what your brother had killed the troll. And of course he did not lie.
Harry felt a dull anger invade if he felt the burning desire to beat his brother to make him very badly. The day before he had agreed to say nothing of what he had done, even if he did not fully understand the motivations of Dumbledore. He was willing to stay in the shadows, where he found himself all his life anyway. But his brother to assume its own merit. He was the one-who-was-defeated-Voldemort! Is this not enough?
Suddenly, drawled him out of his anger.
- Tell me, Potter, Draco cut him off abruptly, and all the faces were fixed on him. What you threw out this troll to kill him?
Everyone waited for the response of the survivor, who found himself suddenly very embarrassed. But Harry did not care. He watched his brother with an air of evil, thinking that he would pay the coup there.
- What's it to you, the future Death Eater! Ryan hissed, choosing the easy way. While some students gasped when they heard the insult, Draco smiled slyly.
- That's what I thought, he said, slowly, as if savoring the moment. This is not what Potter who killed the troll, his gaze fixed on Harry. Soon everyone followed and Harry was suddenly very hot.
- You say anything Malfoy, Weasley exclaimed, his face red. Ryan is the survivor, is the only first year to be able to defeat a troll. You say that because you're jealous! Because all the Slytherins are jealous that Ryan is in Gryffindor!
This last remark of redhead fanned the anger of Slytherins who waved their chairs.
Draco stood up and approached the group of Gryffindor, and a slow voice, so they have plenty of time to understand and assimilate, began to respond.
- For your information weasel, scarred and doggies, you can keep your surviving the nuts. We have the best Potter with us, and we have no desire to share with your copy two noises, he said with all the contempt he could muster, and a Malfoy was great. To the surprise of Harry, while the Slytherins had nodded his head in acquiescence to the words of Draco. What then told him the day before the Slytherin he remembered.
We may have a bad reputation Potter, Draco said getting closer to his classmate, we have many defects and a difficult character. But you'll quickly realize that you Slytherins, we all stand, we are a family. We are against all the other sets. If a Gryffindor attack you, because believe me it's the only house stupid enough to try the whole house Slytherin that attack.
No one hates you here, said he thought the air in front of Harry. Everyone is proud that the first early years is a Slytherin. But your attitude, we like you snobs, that pleases no one, and there is not much time before you'm definitely excluded from the Slytherin family.
- The best Potter, let me laugh, then said Ryan with equal contempt. Harry is capable of anything, even my parents know and that's why they do not like it! Because it is worthless! This is a Slytherin because he is jealous of me! Is not big brother, he said, turning to Harry, a smirk on his face.
Harry felt anger and rage rising in him so powerful that he was afraid. In this particular time, he had only one desire was to launch a powerful Reducto its idiot brother. Is this his way only the impact of words out of his mouth?
Neville kept Harry in his chair. This would be a shame after all that Harry goes to Azkaban for his brother exploded. Even if the loss is not great.
- What is happening here? Intervened Rogue who had just entered the class. Potter, twenty points in Gryffindor.
- And why? the survivor asked insolently.
- Because you and your friends are not sitting in your seats and ready to take the course, the professor explained in an icy voice.
- But not Malfoy, Weasley protested.
- Really? Snape pretended to be surprised. Yet there right now he is sitting in his place. Indeed, seeing Draco Professor entering class was eager to sit down in his place, and he took the opportunity to send to a Gryffindor angry smirk of his own.
- And in less than twenty points in response to a teacher, said Rogue heading towards his office.
Hermione heaved a sigh of irritation then that Neville smiled. Harry was when he tried to calm down in his chair, but to no avail. The words of his brother went over in his head like a bad movie.
They do not like it ... he is jealous of me ... it worthless ... that's why my parents do not like ... Harry is capable of anything.
Harry returned to the hall to eat a gloomy air. Despite attempts to Neville for his mind off things, he could not stop think of the words of his brother in Potions class. He hated him.
Suddenly, as he was about to bite his piece of bread, a foreign presence came encrusted with him.
Elizabeth turned to the Slytherins who stared with curiosity mixed with a hint of animosity. In general, no one else does that sit at the Slytherin table Salazar.
- What? she said with a loud voice. I'm a Ravenclaw and a pure-blood, you adore me, do not say otherwise!
This had the desired effect. First, all eyes turned away, some with a little smile. And second, Harry felt the tension vanish when he laughed.
In front of him, Blaise hoisted a delighted smile and held out his hand towards Elizabeth.
- Pleased to welcome a mind like yours to our table, he said in a tone of mock pomposity. Elizabeth shook her hand, keeping an air impartial. But Harry knew, the luster had taken her eyes, she was extremely happy.
- And do I know your name? she asked.
- Blaise Zabini to serve you fair lady. And you deign to grant me the privilege of revealing your identity, or is it that this must remain a mystery? Blaise continued in the same tone. Tracey next to him laughed softly, and even Daphne was a small smile on his lips.
- Elizabeth Black, replied in a tone Ravenclaw falsely proud. Then, suddenly, all burst out laughing. Gay and contagious laughter that caught the attention of all tables in the lobby. The Gryffindors looked at the Ravenclaw with undisguised hostility. A Ravenclaw table to snakes, as they were supposed to be allied with the lions and badgers in their common quest for the destruction of snakes! Unimaginable. Ryan Potter specifically looked at the bad. She did not get away with it.
Elisabeth then mingled with the tableful Slytherin and it was able to celebrate Harry forgot his brother. However, at the end of the meal, when Harry got up along with Blaise and the other to get to their classes common spells, Elizabeth held him by the sleeve.
- I must speak to you, she whispered, wait a little longer.
Harry bowed, curious. He sat down and waited until everyone was gone to ask her friend what was happening.
- Did you hear the rumor? he asked her bluntly. Harry nodded with an air disaster. Neville told me this morning, he said.
- An idea that may have spread it? she asked.
- I think Ryan, Harry supposed. In fact, he had not really thought about this detail.
Elizabeth shook his head.
- I do not think it was he said she replied thoughtfully. Last night when we returned to the hall after your little outburst, he was not there. The rumor had already spread like how there was a troll in the castle. Then Professor McGonagall arrived within minutes and said that there was no danger the troll had been taken out of harm's way, and I do not know how, but suddenly, almost without Nick header the ghost of Gryffindor appeared and said he had heard it was Ryan who had destroyed the troll. But after hearing it I immediately look out for him and kick ass for daring to say that, I met him in the hallways near my ward. Before I had time to say anything, he asked me a sullen if the troll was still in the castle. If it was he who started the rumor, he would not have asked for it! I think he had gone looking for the troll to try to prove something, but you came before him.
- I have not tried to prove, defended himself feebly Harry. But if not him, who? No one apart from Dumbledore, Snape and Malfoy knows it's me!
- How does Malfoy know this? Elizabeth asked in a tone of suspicion.
- It was around last night and he saw me, Harry explained. He also tried to say earlier in Potions class, but nobody believed him.
- That's why everyone says that you are trying to steal the spotlight with your brother, said Elizabeth, still pensive. If he tried to tell the truth this morning, so it's not Malfoy who started these rumors.
- This may be simply a fan of Ryan, Harry suggested. Honestly, this question did not interest him particularly. Anyway, it was not finding the answer to this question would solve these problems and the fact that everyone thought it was a jealous liar.
- Come on, let's go, he told her best friend by pulling the arm. We'll be late otherwise.
Two days later, at breakfast, a surprise awaited Elizabeth Black.
It was time for mail. Harry was having lunch with Tracey and Daphne, who they were considerably closer since the famous Potions class and her friendship with Blaise, who was still in the shower. Suddenly, a voice he knew well echoed in the hall.
"ELISABETH EVANA BLACK! How dare you hang out with Slytherin! DINING TABLE AND THEIR Mingle! Have you no pride, THEREFORE, NO INTELLIGENCE, BUT YOU ARE A Ravenclaw I think! I warn you it is out of questions that you talk to one of them, or that You FRIEND WITH SALES OF THESE EVIL slimy snakes! LEARN IF YOU CONTINUE IN THIS DIRECTION believe me you'll be sorry America! "
On these strong words of friendly bellowing turned into piles of ashes, and in the hall, you could have heard a pin drop. Professor McGonagall had an air stricter than ever and did not look happy. Professor Snape was absolutely livid and was trying to think of ways to torture Sirius Orion Black. Ryan, when he wore a smile in victory.
Harry was surprised that it did not cause him more trouble than that. He knew that his godfather hated Slytherin, and since his return, he had never received a single letter from him, except one in September to tell him how much he should be ashamed of being in this house and that he was ashamed to have such a referral. The only one who had been reassured Remus. But if Black thought he could prevent his daughter hanging out with Harry, or just do what she wanted, so it was that he did not know her at all.
Harry saw Elisabeth rise slowly. Royale, because after all it was innate in her, she ran through the room and his classmates look, then threw a loud voice.
- There are no more than you Neville. If ever you do not get a bellowing soon, you will be considered a loser among us and our friendship will be seriously jeopardized. After all, we can not afford, we are traitors to hang out with a nice Gryffindor.
If almost all the Slytherins and several others, including Neville and Hermione laughed at these remarks, most of Gryffindors was angry.
Elizabeth then went to the green table and money, and most of the world quietly, sat down in front of Harry and next to Malfoy, looking at her with a sneer. From a common movement, all first-year Slytherins and many others over the years rose up and cried.
- BLACK WITH U.S.! BLACK WITH U.S.! They chanted with vigor, banging his fist on the table.
Draco then turned to the table of blue and bronze and declaimed.
- Do not worry we'll make you. We'll just say it's half your half our.
- Yeah, Harry nodded with a huge smile on his face, and it's the same for you Neville, he shouted toward the Gryffindor table, a common movement that turned a horrified face to the first year was exploded with laughter.
- A Gryffindor with us! said in a tone of mock outrage Daphne.
- Yes but Longbottom, he's cute, 'said Tracey with a big smile. I love it!
Many then turned to Draco Malfoy, who was the undisputed head of Slytherin first year, and the little nod he sketched so easily convinced all the Slytherins.
- Potter, Longbottom, BLACK WITH U.S.! Joyously chanted again the Slytherins, who rejoiced much of this. For decades the house was excluded and marginalized in Hogwarts, and this opportunity will be repeated, perhaps not soon. After all, Potter and Longbottom, Sirius Black, and were known to be large families witches on the side of light. That their offspring are friends with the Slytherin house could not hurt them. After all, these young Slytherins were not by chance, they knew to take advantage of what could improve their situation.
- That's enough hubbub, their supervisor intervened house, however, was not sorry. His eyes had lost their usual austerity, and the corners of his mouth twisted as if to smile. He had approached their table, and everyone stopped immediately. Well, Snape said, smoothing her dress as a sorcerer. Not that I do not appreciate the inclusion of two new elements, but it is particularly inappropriate to express it in very subtle ways of Gryffindor, he said in a louder voice.
Really, it was not the day of blood and gold.
And so began a new era at Hogwarts. Elizabeth received two new bellowing after this outburst, but she did not care. Harry, after receiving another bellowing by her parents who accused him of trying to upstage his brother, typical behavior of a Slytherin if we are to believe his parent, was told by his brother that his parents would kill for holidays. He also did not care. He took advantage of the present moment. He made friends in Slytherin, especially Blaise, Daphne and Tracey. He got along fairly well with Draco and Theodore and Elisabeth and Neville were particularly well integrated into the green house and money, and it was not uncommon to see them eating at the table.
Neville also had finally received a bellowing from his father, which earned him applause from the Slytherin and some Ravenclaws had accommodated to this new situation. The Hufflepuffs them remained neutral and sought a way to Gryffindor revenge and show their prestige.
It did not help either that Slytherin head for the House Cup and the first to the chagrin of Hermione, or Harry.
The relationship between them was not very good. Hermione had not yet digested the remark of Harry on Halloween night, and it did not try to apologize. They were content to remain courteous and talk from time to time, but it stopped there. However, Hermione along very well with Neville, with whom she spent all her time. Normal when you know who the other first-year Gryffindors.
Strangely for the integration of two new elements to Slytherin Professor Snape had become not nice, but neutral with the trio of gold, as was now nicknamed Harry, Neville and Elizabeth by the Slytherins. He even awarded ten points for Ravenclaw once a potion that Elizabeth was quite successful. A first in the history of Hogwarts that it was still not delivered.
This little routine was interrupted a week later when Harry and Neville received their invitations to the reservoir they had to do with Filch.
It was not so bothered that the reservoir. It was mainly that on this occasion they would be with Potter and Weasley two weasels.
The deduction was scheduled a week later, accompanied by Filch.
When evening came from withholding, Harry, pulling his feet, rose from his chair where he was busy watching Daphne and Theodore chess wizards, and headed for the door.
- Potter Where are you going? Draco asked, looking up from his book of metamorphoses.
- I have a detention with Filch, he said gloomily. And my brother and his dog!
- I wish you much pleasure, plunging Draco said mockingly in his book. Harry sighed in exasperation and went to the hall.
Everyone was already there, and Harry immediately went along with his friend while the two other Gryffindors watching him with an air of both evil and calculating. Harry expected the worst from them.
Filch came soon after to find them, and, while railing against the students and their sales mania, led them in the trophy room, where he charged them to clean each trophy, no magic.
Each began. It was a long and painful, and none of the children uttered a single word. Everyone knew that if one spoke, no doubt it would end in battle, and that they would be another punishment.
After four hours, the caretaker of Hogwarts so popular came looking for them. Having railed against their lack of expertise and their lack of discipline (which the report was, Harry had no idea, but he suspected it was wiser not to tell), he added a little comment which does not so much more to our hero.
- You are well son of your father while the two, he said suddenly, looking bad to Ryan and Harry, it then made a face doubtful. Of vermin that seeks to damn the bazaar where it can without worrying about the consequences!
No one said anything, but Ryan made him the proud, and that was silently laughing Weasley. Neville sighed in exasperation at the two Gryffindors and finally all were able to leave the room and return to their dormitories.
- Squib This is truly an idiot, said in a loud voice, Ryan, while all were heading towards the great hall. Compare with Harry James Potter, Gryffindor Marauder and Chief! It really does not understand, it hardly is a Harry Potter! No Potter worthy of the name could land in Slytherin! It ends with a little air of triumph, while his dog clucked like a girl.
Neville put his hand on Harry's chest as if to restrain him, but it was useless.
- Yes, the Potter worthy of the name they simply play the idiots in hand through their hair, finding useful occupation as only the Quidditch and feast on old prejudices ago more than ten centuries, beautiful tradition, he commented with a sly little look that it seemed copied Malfoy. I regret so much not to be part of this model, he said, pretending to grieve, which drew a laugh and Neville angrily to his brother.
Ryan came up to Harry to be in front of him, their noses almost touching.
-And you?
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When Harry woke the next morning for the first time since his arrival at Hogwarts, he felt a feeling akin to satisfaction. It was new, but refreshing, and it was better than the gloom that had grown the first two months and in the end was unworthy of him.
A waste of time, he realized now.
With renewed ardor Harry got out of bed. It was Tuesday, and it should not be late for first in the day, Potions, with his favorite teacher.
After a quick glance in the room he realized that only Blaise was still sleeping, all the other male first-year Slytherins should already be in the big room having lunch. Blaise's were known to be a heavy sleeper who had a hard time waking up in time to go to class. Usually it was Draco or rarely Theodore who woke, but today for some reason, had seen fit to pass this task. The Slytherins were always friendly with each other.
After being washed and dressed quickly, Harry saw that Blaise was left undisturbed in the arms of Morpheus, approached her bed and decided, after careful consideration, for a more frontal shall we say.
- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Blaise shouted in a shrill voice that made Harry screaming with laughter. Holy shit guys ... what does he stopped short at the sight that met his sight. Harry Potter in Slytherin known for his extreme reserve, the air constantly depressed and his eyes lost little boy who wondered what he was doing with the evil snake was next to his bed, holding his stomach so he laughing breathlessly. Blaise thought even see tears coming out of his emerald green eyes.
Needless to say, Blaise hated Harry's whole being and wish him a horrible death out of proportion.
- I can learn, Blaise said, trying to have the calmest voice possible, after all, should not that Potter realizes that he, Blaise Zabini, was going to finish soon, what took you to wake up with a jet of ice water in his face.
Harry wiped the tears on her cheeks and tried to calm down. His face was red and his eyes sparkled. Blaise had never seen him like that, not even when he was with his two friends, and wondered what had happened.
- It should not be that you arrive late in the course, Harry tried a mischievous voice. And I could not wake up, he lied shamelessly. So Desperate times call for desperate measures ... But I must admit that I am appalled at the way you talk, it is unworthy of a Slytherin you know.
Blaise looked at him with what appeared to be a desire to murder in their eyes.
- Do you realize that I'm wet! he cried.
- And you, you realize that you're a witch! said Harry, raising his voice, but with a mischievous note in her voice. After a moment Blaise remained to fix the eyes and mouth wide open, Harry took pity and cast the spell that allowed to dry.
Blaise shook himself, and launched after a dirty look towards his fellow student, he went to the bathroom to wash and dress in a hurry. Harry took advantage of this respite to disappear.
Ten minutes or so later, while lunching at the Slytherin table, alone, Blaise surprised him by coming to sit next to him, instead of going to his usual place, with his friends, who looked to a funny look to joining the boy who had no friends in Slytherin. All under the mocking eye of Draco Malfoy.
- You can tell me what's going on? asked the black boy seriously. He had begun to draw shamelessly in the base where there were Harry toast and jam. Before the mine indignation of his classmate, Blaise contented himself with a shrug that seemed to say 'you owe me that, after all, and then you shall not eat everything. "
- What do you mean, what happens? Harry then asked also earnestly.
- How you been boy's gloomy and uninteresting to be a pretty cool guy, funny, joker, with the spread! cried Blaise engulfing a toast with jam pumpkin. Spread the crumbs on his chin and Harry had to hold a grimace of disgust. He had always especially hated when people did not eat properly.
- I do not know if I should be offended by that remark! he said in a grieved tone wrong.
- Exactly what I mean! Before today, it looked like you knew hardly speak. You were like a little mouse!
Harry smiled at that remark. Blaise did not have his tongue in his pocket and said what he thought without thinking the consequences. He would have to submit Elizabeth.
- I just realized a few things, said Harry, repositioning itself in a more seriously. I had a little conversation with someone last night that made me open my eyes. I have nothing to be ashamed to be in Slytherin all because it is not suitable for my parents. Slytherin is an equally good home and I'm lucky to be there.
Blaise looked at him, mouth wide open for a few tens of seconds, before thinking about close. Shaking his head vigorously, he said.
- Well, I must say I prefer this state of mind! And better late than never.
Harry was reassured by these words. After his little chat with Draco, he was afraid it was too late to fit into the house of snakes. After all, it was already two months back that had passed, and groups and friendships were already formed.
- Blaise, we'll be late for the course of Rogue, 'said a female voice that had approached the two boys. Harry did not know if she heard what he said, but she looked with great curiosity.
- We arrive Tracey, said in a cheerful voice Blaise. You know Harry, right? said he, putting his hand on the shoulder of his new friend. New friend who was staring at her and made her a nice smile. The girl decided she could give him a chance. It would require an explanation later.
- Yes do not be silly Blaise course I know Harry, it is our year, remember? she said as if speaking to a child of five. But his eyes were happy and she smiled at the two boys. Come on, we'll really be late if not!
The three Slytherins went into the dungeons together, under the curious eyes of the other Slytherins, who all wondered what could happen.
Once in the dark dungeons of wet Professor Snape, Harry apologized to his two new friends and sat down next to Neville and Hermione. The latter looked away. Clearly, she was still angry against him for the day, but Harry paid him little attention. A Neville looked at him with surprise, he began to explain to him softly.
- Last night when I returned to my ward, I had a small very interesting discussion with Draco Malfoy.
- The blond Malfoy is there? Neville asked curiously, pointing at Draco who was sitting next to Theodore Nott.
- Yes. It's a nice boy, though a bit mysterious. Anyway, he knows how to troll and he said he was impressed with what I had done. Then he asked me why I was not trying to fit in to my new home, and we talked for quite some time. All that to say, I make you the short version, he was very sobering. And I realized that it was not because my parents did not like Slytherin because of stupid prejudices that I have to spend the next seven years to me whine. So I decided to make some effort! he said in a tone somewhat triumphantly toward his best friend gave him a forced smile.
- What's wrong? immediately asked Harry. He knew Neville long enough to know when his friend was hiding something.
- You have not heard the rumors this morning? Neville asked hesitantly. He did not know how to break the news to Harry, or how it would react.
Harry shook his head, but before he had time to ask any questions, he was interrupted by the sound of his damn brother who entered the class. Around him was the rest of Gryffindor. Two girls in particular, an Indian and a blonde made a lot of chattering noise like chickens. Harry let out a sigh of irritation. His day started off well, he did not want his brother to him the strike. However, a sentence spoken by the Indian held her attention.
- Tell me Ryan, how did you do to kill a troll all by yourself? The admiration was evident in his voice, and for a moment Harry thought he had misheard. He turned to Neville who looked at him, an air of apology to the face.
- This morning when I woke up I heard them talk about it in the dorm, and I thought he was talking about you so I asked what was happening, hurriedly explained the Gryffindor. Someone spread the rumor as what your brother had killed the troll. And of course he did not lie.
Harry felt a dull anger invade if he felt the burning desire to beat his brother to make him very badly. The day before he had agreed to say nothing of what he had done, even if he did not fully understand the motivations of Dumbledore. He was willing to stay in the shadows, where he found himself all his life anyway. But his brother to assume its own merit. He was the one-who-was-defeated-Voldemort! Is this not enough?
Suddenly, drawled him out of his anger.
- Tell me, Potter, Draco cut him off abruptly, and all the faces were fixed on him. What you threw out this troll to kill him?
Everyone waited for the response of the survivor, who found himself suddenly very embarrassed. But Harry did not care. He watched his brother with an air of evil, thinking that he would pay the coup there.
- What's it to you, the future Death Eater! Ryan hissed, choosing the easy way. While some students gasped when they heard the insult, Draco smiled slyly.
- That's what I thought, he said, slowly, as if savoring the moment. This is not what Potter who killed the troll, his gaze fixed on Harry. Soon everyone followed and Harry was suddenly very hot.
- You say anything Malfoy, Weasley exclaimed, his face red. Ryan is the survivor, is the only first year to be able to defeat a troll. You say that because you're jealous! Because all the Slytherins are jealous that Ryan is in Gryffindor!
This last remark of redhead fanned the anger of Slytherins who waved their chairs.
Draco stood up and approached the group of Gryffindor, and a slow voice, so they have plenty of time to understand and assimilate, began to respond.
- For your information weasel, scarred and doggies, you can keep your surviving the nuts. We have the best Potter with us, and we have no desire to share with your copy two noises, he said with all the contempt he could muster, and a Malfoy was great. To the surprise of Harry, while the Slytherins had nodded his head in acquiescence to the words of Draco. What then told him the day before the Slytherin he remembered.
We may have a bad reputation Potter, Draco said getting closer to his classmate, we have many defects and a difficult character. But you'll quickly realize that you Slytherins, we all stand, we are a family. We are against all the other sets. If a Gryffindor attack you, because believe me it's the only house stupid enough to try the whole house Slytherin that attack.
No one hates you here, said he thought the air in front of Harry. Everyone is proud that the first early years is a Slytherin. But your attitude, we like you snobs, that pleases no one, and there is not much time before you'm definitely excluded from the Slytherin family.
- The best Potter, let me laugh, then said Ryan with equal contempt. Harry is capable of anything, even my parents know and that's why they do not like it! Because it is worthless! This is a Slytherin because he is jealous of me! Is not big brother, he said, turning to Harry, a smirk on his face.
Harry felt anger and rage rising in him so powerful that he was afraid. In this particular time, he had only one desire was to launch a powerful Reducto its idiot brother. Is this his way only the impact of words out of his mouth?
Neville kept Harry in his chair. This would be a shame after all that Harry goes to Azkaban for his brother exploded. Even if the loss is not great.
- What is happening here? Intervened Rogue who had just entered the class. Potter, twenty points in Gryffindor.
- And why? the survivor asked insolently.
- Because you and your friends are not sitting in your seats and ready to take the course, the professor explained in an icy voice.
- But not Malfoy, Weasley protested.
- Really? Snape pretended to be surprised. Yet there right now he is sitting in his place. Indeed, seeing Draco Professor entering class was eager to sit down in his place, and he took the opportunity to send to a Gryffindor angry smirk of his own.
- And in less than twenty points in response to a teacher, said Rogue heading towards his office.
Hermione heaved a sigh of irritation then that Neville smiled. Harry was when he tried to calm down in his chair, but to no avail. The words of his brother went over in his head like a bad movie.
They do not like it ... he is jealous of me ... it worthless ... that's why my parents do not like ... Harry is capable of anything.
Harry returned to the hall to eat a gloomy air. Despite attempts to Neville for his mind off things, he could not stop think of the words of his brother in Potions class. He hated him.
Suddenly, as he was about to bite his piece of bread, a foreign presence came encrusted with him.
Elizabeth turned to the Slytherins who stared with curiosity mixed with a hint of animosity. In general, no one else does that sit at the Slytherin table Salazar.
- What? she said with a loud voice. I'm a Ravenclaw and a pure-blood, you adore me, do not say otherwise!
This had the desired effect. First, all eyes turned away, some with a little smile. And second, Harry felt the tension vanish when he laughed.
In front of him, Blaise hoisted a delighted smile and held out his hand towards Elizabeth.
- Pleased to welcome a mind like yours to our table, he said in a tone of mock pomposity. Elizabeth shook her hand, keeping an air impartial. But Harry knew, the luster had taken her eyes, she was extremely happy.
- And do I know your name? she asked.
- Blaise Zabini to serve you fair lady. And you deign to grant me the privilege of revealing your identity, or is it that this must remain a mystery? Blaise continued in the same tone. Tracey next to him laughed softly, and even Daphne was a small smile on his lips.
- Elizabeth Black, replied in a tone Ravenclaw falsely proud. Then, suddenly, all burst out laughing. Gay and contagious laughter that caught the attention of all tables in the lobby. The Gryffindors looked at the Ravenclaw with undisguised hostility. A Ravenclaw table to snakes, as they were supposed to be allied with the lions and badgers in their common quest for the destruction of snakes! Unimaginable. Ryan Potter specifically looked at the bad. She did not get away with it.
Elisabeth then mingled with the tableful Slytherin and it was able to celebrate Harry forgot his brother. However, at the end of the meal, when Harry got up along with Blaise and the other to get to their classes common spells, Elizabeth held him by the sleeve.
- I must speak to you, she whispered, wait a little longer.
Harry bowed, curious. He sat down and waited until everyone was gone to ask her friend what was happening.
- Did you hear the rumor? he asked her bluntly. Harry nodded with an air disaster. Neville told me this morning, he said.
- An idea that may have spread it? she asked.
- I think Ryan, Harry supposed. In fact, he had not really thought about this detail.
Elizabeth shook his head.
- I do not think it was he said she replied thoughtfully. Last night when we returned to the hall after your little outburst, he was not there. The rumor had already spread like how there was a troll in the castle. Then Professor McGonagall arrived within minutes and said that there was no danger the troll had been taken out of harm's way, and I do not know how, but suddenly, almost without Nick header the ghost of Gryffindor appeared and said he had heard it was Ryan who had destroyed the troll. But after hearing it I immediately look out for him and kick ass for daring to say that, I met him in the hallways near my ward. Before I had time to say anything, he asked me a sullen if the troll was still in the castle. If it was he who started the rumor, he would not have asked for it! I think he had gone looking for the troll to try to prove something, but you came before him.
- I have not tried to prove, defended himself feebly Harry. But if not him, who? No one apart from Dumbledore, Snape and Malfoy knows it's me!
- How does Malfoy know this? Elizabeth asked in a tone of suspicion.
- It was around last night and he saw me, Harry explained. He also tried to say earlier in Potions class, but nobody believed him.
- That's why everyone says that you are trying to steal the spotlight with your brother, said Elizabeth, still pensive. If he tried to tell the truth this morning, so it's not Malfoy who started these rumors.
- This may be simply a fan of Ryan, Harry suggested. Honestly, this question did not interest him particularly. Anyway, it was not finding the answer to this question would solve these problems and the fact that everyone thought it was a jealous liar.
- Come on, let's go, he told her best friend by pulling the arm. We'll be late otherwise.
Two days later, at breakfast, a surprise awaited Elizabeth Black.
It was time for mail. Harry was having lunch with Tracey and Daphne, who they were considerably closer since the famous Potions class and her friendship with Blaise, who was still in the shower. Suddenly, a voice he knew well echoed in the hall.
"ELISABETH EVANA BLACK! How dare you hang out with Slytherin! DINING TABLE AND THEIR Mingle! Have you no pride, THEREFORE, NO INTELLIGENCE, BUT YOU ARE A Ravenclaw I think! I warn you it is out of questions that you talk to one of them, or that You FRIEND WITH SALES OF THESE EVIL slimy snakes! LEARN IF YOU CONTINUE IN THIS DIRECTION believe me you'll be sorry America! "
On these strong words of friendly bellowing turned into piles of ashes, and in the hall, you could have heard a pin drop. Professor McGonagall had an air stricter than ever and did not look happy. Professor Snape was absolutely livid and was trying to think of ways to torture Sirius Orion Black. Ryan, when he wore a smile in victory.
Harry was surprised that it did not cause him more trouble than that. He knew that his godfather hated Slytherin, and since his return, he had never received a single letter from him, except one in September to tell him how much he should be ashamed of being in this house and that he was ashamed to have such a referral. The only one who had been reassured Remus. But if Black thought he could prevent his daughter hanging out with Harry, or just do what she wanted, so it was that he did not know her at all.
Harry saw Elisabeth rise slowly. Royale, because after all it was innate in her, she ran through the room and his classmates look, then threw a loud voice.
- There are no more than you Neville. If ever you do not get a bellowing soon, you will be considered a loser among us and our friendship will be seriously jeopardized. After all, we can not afford, we are traitors to hang out with a nice Gryffindor.
If almost all the Slytherins and several others, including Neville and Hermione laughed at these remarks, most of Gryffindors was angry.
Elizabeth then went to the green table and money, and most of the world quietly, sat down in front of Harry and next to Malfoy, looking at her with a sneer. From a common movement, all first-year Slytherins and many others over the years rose up and cried.
- BLACK WITH U.S.! BLACK WITH U.S.! They chanted with vigor, banging his fist on the table.
Draco then turned to the table of blue and bronze and declaimed.
- Do not worry we'll make you. We'll just say it's half your half our.
- Yeah, Harry nodded with a huge smile on his face, and it's the same for you Neville, he shouted toward the Gryffindor table, a common movement that turned a horrified face to the first year was exploded with laughter.
- A Gryffindor with us! said in a tone of mock outrage Daphne.
- Yes but Longbottom, he's cute, 'said Tracey with a big smile. I love it!
Many then turned to Draco Malfoy, who was the undisputed head of Slytherin first year, and the little nod he sketched so easily convinced all the Slytherins.
- Potter, Longbottom, BLACK WITH U.S.! Joyously chanted again the Slytherins, who rejoiced much of this. For decades the house was excluded and marginalized in Hogwarts, and this opportunity will be repeated, perhaps not soon. After all, Potter and Longbottom, Sirius Black, and were known to be large families witches on the side of light. That their offspring are friends with the Slytherin house could not hurt them. After all, these young Slytherins were not by chance, they knew to take advantage of what could improve their situation.
- That's enough hubbub, their supervisor intervened house, however, was not sorry. His eyes had lost their usual austerity, and the corners of his mouth twisted as if to smile. He had approached their table, and everyone stopped immediately. Well, Snape said, smoothing her dress as a sorcerer. Not that I do not appreciate the inclusion of two new elements, but it is particularly inappropriate to express it in very subtle ways of Gryffindor, he said in a louder voice.
Really, it was not the day of blood and gold.
And so began a new era at Hogwarts. Elizabeth received two new bellowing after this outburst, but she did not care. Harry, after receiving another bellowing by her parents who accused him of trying to upstage his brother, typical behavior of a Slytherin if we are to believe his parent, was told by his brother that his parents would kill for holidays. He also did not care. He took advantage of the present moment. He made friends in Slytherin, especially Blaise, Daphne and Tracey. He got along fairly well with Draco and Theodore and Elisabeth and Neville were particularly well integrated into the green house and money, and it was not uncommon to see them eating at the table.
Neville also had finally received a bellowing from his father, which earned him applause from the Slytherin and some Ravenclaws had accommodated to this new situation. The Hufflepuffs them remained neutral and sought a way to Gryffindor revenge and show their prestige.
It did not help either that Slytherin head for the House Cup and the first to the chagrin of Hermione, or Harry.
The relationship between them was not very good. Hermione had not yet digested the remark of Harry on Halloween night, and it did not try to apologize. They were content to remain courteous and talk from time to time, but it stopped there. However, Hermione along very well with Neville, with whom she spent all her time. Normal when you know who the other first-year Gryffindors.
Strangely for the integration of two new elements to Slytherin Professor Snape had become not nice, but neutral with the trio of gold, as was now nicknamed Harry, Neville and Elizabeth by the Slytherins. He even awarded ten points for Ravenclaw once a potion that Elizabeth was quite successful. A first in the history of Hogwarts that it was still not delivered.
This little routine was interrupted a week later when Harry and Neville received their invitations to the reservoir they had to do with Filch.
It was not so bothered that the reservoir. It was mainly that on this occasion they would be with Potter and Weasley two weasels.
The deduction was scheduled a week later, accompanied by Filch.
When evening came from withholding, Harry, pulling his feet, rose from his chair where he was busy watching Daphne and Theodore chess wizards, and headed for the door.
- Potter Where are you going? Draco asked, looking up from his book of metamorphoses.
- I have a detention with Filch, he said gloomily. And my brother and his dog!
- I wish you much pleasure, plunging Draco said mockingly in his book. Harry sighed in exasperation and went to the hall.
Everyone was already there, and Harry immediately went along with his friend while the two other Gryffindors watching him with an air of both evil and calculating. Harry expected the worst from them.
Filch came soon after to find them, and, while railing against the students and their sales mania, led them in the trophy room, where he charged them to clean each trophy, no magic.
Each began. It was a long and painful, and none of the children uttered a single word. Everyone knew that if one spoke, no doubt it would end in battle, and that they would be another punishment.
After four hours, the caretaker of Hogwarts so popular came looking for them. Having railed against their lack of expertise and their lack of discipline (which the report was, Harry had no idea, but he suspected it was wiser not to tell), he added a little comment which does not so much more to our hero.
- You are well son of your father while the two, he said suddenly, looking bad to Ryan and Harry, it then made a face doubtful. Of vermin that seeks to damn the bazaar where it can without worrying about the consequences!
No one said anything, but Ryan made him the proud, and that was silently laughing Weasley. Neville sighed in exasperation at the two Gryffindors and finally all were able to leave the room and return to their dormitories.
- Squib This is truly an idiot, said in a loud voice, Ryan, while all were heading towards the great hall. Compare with Harry James Potter, Gryffindor Marauder and Chief! It really does not understand, it hardly is a Harry Potter! No Potter worthy of the name could land in Slytherin! It ends with a little air of triumph, while his dog clucked like a girl.
Neville put his hand on Harry's chest as if to restrain him, but it was useless.
- Yes, the Potter worthy of the name they simply play the idiots in hand through their hair, finding useful occupation as only the Quidditch and feast on old prejudices ago more than ten centuries, beautiful tradition, he commented with a sly little look that it seemed copied Malfoy. I regret so much not to be part of this model, he said, pretending to grieve, which drew a laugh and Neville angrily to his brother.
Ryan came up to Harry to be in front of him, their noses almost touching.
-And you?
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