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Chapter 3- School Begins

This is an alternate universe/dark Harry/creature/slash fiction. If you don't like it, leave. It contains mild language, and slash in future chapters. Harry Potter and his associates belong to J.K.Rowling, not me. for the purposes of this story i am borrowing information from forgotten realms. this is also copyrighted. i am not making any money, so don't sue. try to enjoy my first fiction story

AN- I put this up a few days ago, and AFF had a glitch, wiping this chapter, and all the reviews and hits i got for it. If you reviewed before, please do so again- i don't want to lose you.

Draco was surprised. It was rare that the hybrid had a good day- after all, his father was a death eater, The old aristocratic families were losing power to muggleborns, those blasted potters made his life miserable, and he was a crossbreed.
But the potters weren't on the train. He spent the entire trip in a debate about magical bloodlines and strengths- covering over a thousand years of breeding with Blaise and Pansy. And the lunch trolley had blood pops on it! He'd bought the entire jar, and still had a few in his pocket- well, he had when he'd hopped in the carriage at least. With a sigh, he dropped the last of the sticks on the ground, and tried to see if he'd missed one somehow.
Not only that, but on the train ride he felt like his mate was steadily getting closer. At first he thought they might be in hogsmeade, but, walking into the entrance hall, he'd felt it.
His mate was here
In the school. It wasn't a first year- they were still crossing the lake, not to mention he'd have felt them on the train- and he didn't remember there being any notice about exchange students this year.
Maybe it was a new teacher. Kinky.
Well, whoever they were, he could feel them. He grinned. He would feel them. (AN- i have the worst sense of Humor)
Well it would all be decided now wouldn't it.
He went to open the doors to the great hall and-
“Mr Malfoy, a word if you will” Damn
“Yes Professor Snape?”
“We have a new student this year in slytherin, and I believe it would be best if you could show him the ropes an- is there a particular purpose behind you looking repeatedly at great hall?”
“I think I can sense my mate in there” Snape looked- to be honest, Draco didn't know how he looked- he'd never seen his godfather shocked before, and he didn't particularly care- his mate was just through that door! Maybe if he sort of side stepped and-
“Are you sure Draco?”
Draco told him what he could do with his need to be sure
“Just let me through!”
“Draco! Do you think your mate would want to see you like this?”
That bought him down to earth
“Well, could you at least tell me a bit about him? Please?”
“Draco, you know that those miserable brats are octoplets don't you?”
“what does that have to do with my m- oh.”
“yes, oh” Snape paused “ however, it is obvious that the boy hates his family. From what i have gathered from Dumbledore, he was sent away at a young age to start an early education” he paused again “on a different continent- when he was five”
Draco stopped trying to get past Snape. His mind almost shutdown. That would have made Harry sad. It would have made his mate sad. Anger seemed to rise up out of him.
“Draco- i don't think he'd want to be embarrassed by having his veela mate slaughter his family, screaming about how they'd hurt his Harry, without being properly introduced” Draco Stopped once again- no, his mate wouldn't want that would he? “
“Okay Draco, here's what you'll do. You will go up to your room, the one that you now share with Harry, as i thought it would be best for the new student- which is rather a coincidence isn't it? You will wait there until after the feast. Before the feast starts, i will talk to Blaise or Pansy, whichever I can find, and they will find out as much about him as they can. Oh, and it looks like you have a blood pop in your front right pocket”
Today was indeed a good day


Harry Sat in the great hall, waiting for the other students to arrive.
His siblings were all already here, at the gryfindor table, all close together, and, by the glances they were throwing Harry it was obvious what they were discussing.
He supposed this year he would be able to make a few friends- after all, he was here for a year this time wasn't he? He was wondering if there was anyone in the school who he could get along with, When his magic suddenly spiked, as if it were reaching for something.
The doors to the great hall opened, and students came pouring in, whilst he gripped a napkin, shredding it as his claws extended. He waited as the spike slowly died off, and hoped no one had noticed his claws
Briefly he wondered what would happen next in this increasingly irritating school.


Pansy Parkinson prided herself on her ability to notice things others didn't. So, as one of the first people into The great hall, she coolly noted that the Potter bunch were already there, and it looked like one was sitting at the slytherin table- but that was impossible, all the Potters were at the gryfindor table. Now that she was closer, she could see that he was indeed a Potter, but not one that she had ever seen before. For starters, standing up, he would have been at least two inches taller than James and his eyes, whilst still the bright green that everyone associated with the bunch who lived, these eyes were incandescent, and she had no doubt they would have glowed were it darker.
Then, her senses kicked in. That scent was not Human. It was- something. She couldn't identify it. But whatever he was, he was powerful. And a potential ally
In muggle movies, her kind was portrayed as idiotic, rapacious and uncontrollable. Hell, they didn't even use the correct name. But a ghul must be intelligent. A hunter must be calm and in control. A Ghul must never look like one of those pathetic wretches in muggle movies
Unlike many others who had creature blood in their veins, she did not straight out follow her insticts, rather, she made rational, sensible arguments, for and against, whilst gliding across the floor.
She looked to her right- it seemed that Blaise was going through the same mental argument as herself. She'd just made up her mind about the matter when-
“Miss Parkinson, a word if you will” Pansy turned to find professor Snape also gliding across the floor, in a manner she herself could never hope to emulate.
She just hoped that Blaise chose correctly, and didn't spoil her chances.
“Yes professor?”
“I'm afraid we have a situation” he paused, looking around the great hall. It was twenty minutes before the sorting would begin, and students were everywhere, with McGonagall trying desperately to ensue some peace before she went to collect the first years. Several teachers were trying to help her, and no one would notice Professor Snape talking to a student- especially if that student were a slytherin.
“We have a new student. His name is Harry Potter.”

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Harry watched as the students flooded into the massive room. It was far to much of a coincidence that the spike had occurred just before the doors opened. His senses automatically picked out certain individuals.
A Hufflepuff second year, whose face glowed now that he was back at Hogwarts, his collar slipped for a second, and Harry could see large purple bruises on his neck. A Ravenclaw fourth year who was looking nervously at a group of jeering gryfindors- who looked to be about a year older than him. A red haired Gyfindor girl who looked like a sixth year had a look of contempt on her face as she looked on her fellow housemates. The book she was carrying looked like it had been charmed to appear as a book on defense- and it looked like she had only bothered once she was in the entrance hall. A bushy Haired Ravenclaw caught his attention. Her gaze was imperious, and all around her, people hurried to be away from her. The head-girl badge lay on her chest. Hatred, jealousy, envy and hurt. All of them clouded around her as she sneered at a bunch of third years.
This school really did have everything. Including several teachers that students kept throwing glances at- Harry guessed that Lupin and Black must have been new teachers, and he didn't know the tallish, ditsy looking blonde guy with curly hair
He watched as two seventh year slytherins glided across the hall toward him, A tall dark skinned boy, and a nearly as tall Blonde haired girl, whose skins pallidness could be compared to a corpses, only for the girl to be held up by professor Snape.
The other continued his advance to sit down next to harry. It was a shock to say the least. No doubt that he was here to sus out the competition
“Hey,” he said extending his hand “I'm Blaise, Blaise Zabini”
“Harry”
He was saved from a handshake by the arrival of the first years into the hall, and the beginning of the sorting ceremony
Harry watched the hat sing with thinly veiled amusement- and gave thanks that it hadn't burst into song when he was sorted last night.
After the song, and during the subsequent sorting, the other slytherin came and sat across from Blaise and Harry, a girl this time.
“I'm Pansy” she whispered across, as a pudgy looking boy was sorted into Hufflepuff
“Harry”
After Anthony Zakerei was sorted into slytherin, Dumbledore decided to prolong the agony of the students by launching into a speech, which Harry could only hope contained no reference to himself.
“Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts” he began “Looking around me, i am happy to see the Smiling faces of students all around me,” Harry looked around. The red headed gryfindor raised her head from her book briefly enough to give the old fool a contemptuous glance, and the ravenclaw girl merely snorted “however, i fear that there is less and less to smile about in our world. As many of you know, just over five years ago, Lord Voldemort,” gasps echoed across the room at the mention of his name “gained control of the philosopher's stone from this very school. Not only that, his activities have increased more than tenfold over the summer. As such, I am pleased to reintroduce professor Lockhart, who will now be teaching a compulsory class for seniors in dueling.” a massive collective groan, intermingled with shouts of no from the upper years, and cheers from the younger years, who had no doubt read his latest book, Debacle with Demons. Harry now knew who the ditsy looking one was. “Not only this, but i would also like to introduce professors Lupin and Black, who will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts in two week rotations.” at this point he had to pause as massive cheers erupted from fifth, sixth, and seventh years, particularly the gryfindors “I'm sure that many upper level students remember these three teachers, and i hope that they will not only help the younger years, but warn them about the dangerous times that wizards now live in. Now, onto the feast!”
During the feast Harry actually enjoyed himself, Pansy and Blaise were both excellent conversationalists, and Harry found out that apparently Blaise was the third most powerful student in the school- apparently the Djinn in his blood acted as a massive boost to his powers.
“Who got first and second?” Harry asked. He already knew his own powers far exceeded Blaise's.
“Well, for sheer power, its apparently a tie between Hermione Granger,” she saw Harry's questioning look. “ she's the head girl, over there. I don't know much about her actually, her being in Ravenclaw and all, but i know that she's really unpopular.”
“And the other one?”
“Oh, that would be Draco.”
“Where is Draco anyway pansy?” Blaise interjected
“He's up in his rooms, apparently he's not well” she turned to Harry “you'll get to see him later- I think you two are sharing a room this year. Which reminds me- i still haven't chosen a new subject, apparently we aren't allowed two spares anymore.”
“How did you come up with that connection?”


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Alben carefully watched Harry all through dinner, making careful mental notes about what he was eating (which was surprisingly little), his interaction with others and his habits. He was especially careful in memorising the appearance of his claws when they appeared, though they looked more like long, lacquered fingernails than claws. He watched as Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson both made overtures, and Alben watched when he accepted.
One thing he was sure of as people started filing out of the great hall was that Harry must be incredibly powerful, as he watched both Blaise and Pansy fall in behind him.

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Harry walked back to his room, nervously fingering the amulet around his neck. His magic was spiking again. The spike seemed to grow more and more as he neared his room.
He paused in front of the door, the magical build up in him about to snap.
He reached for the door handle


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