Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone (Slytherin!Harry)

Chapter 3, Settling In

...How many feelings can you steal?

-Green Day's
'Ha ha! You're dead!'

-Draco? Or Harry?

((Means: Guess who's saying these weird little words at the beginning. I'll reveal who's saying what at the end of the story (when the whole things finished) ))

The Slytherin table roared with cheers, elated at the fact that the famous Harry Potter was to be one of them. Draco was cheering the loudest out of all of them.

Other people from other tables clapped slightly. However almost everyone else had a shocked look on their face.

Even Dumbledore. This said a lot.

What was to become of this young wizard?

Harry sighed of relief and looked at his new friend with a grin as he got up and walked over happily to his house's table. Draco had saved a seat for Harry.

"I told you! You were bound to be a Slytherin!" The blonde exclaimed excitedly.

"Ah.. Well I don't think I'd want to be in any other house." Harry chuckled lightly.

Draco smirked, "Guess we'll all have to get used to that ugly scar of yours, huh?" He said, poking Harry's scar teasingly. Of course, this was friendly teasing.

Harry laughed softly as he reached to pull Draco's hand away.

However when he touched his hand he felt something.

He didn't know what the hell it was but it almost felt like a shock.

Weird.

Draco felt it too. He chose to ignore it; It was probably something like a shock you get when you touch someone after sliding on wood floors with socks on anyway.

This only happened for like a second anyway.

Once Harry pulled his hand away, he smirked. "For your information, Malfoy. Quite a lot of people fancy my scar."

Draco scoffed playfully, "Since when are Scars attractive, Potter?"

"Since I got one." Harry smirked.

Draco rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, "I suppose you're right..." He said as he slowly shook his head with a happy sigh.

'...Oh shit... Did I really just say that out loud?' Draco thought.

Luckily for him, Dumbledore stood up at that moment, so Harry didn't get the chance to respond. This was the only time Draco was thankful for that old man. Dumbledore read off the rules and introduced the teachers.

The Defense Against the Dark arts teacher caught Harry's eye. This was mainly because the second he turned around was the second he laid eyes on him, and at that moment, Harry experienced a feeling he's never felt before.

This feeling wasn't good.

It was a painful feeling and it hurt like hell. Harry winced in pain and put his hand over his scar. Draco looked at Harry with a concerned look,

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..."

"If you say so..." Draco sighed, "Anyways, they say the job's jinxed."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because the teacher of the subject changes every year. Or at least has been for a few years.." He shrugged. "I think it's mere coincidence. Honestly, the rumors people come up with can be absolutely absurd. The craziest one I've heard is that Dumbledore was once a women."

Harry gave off a surprised look, "I hope no one actually believed that."

"Oh you'd be surprised."

The headmaster finally finished his speech and went over the rules.

"Let the feast begin!"

All the food that was served was foreign to Harry, but to his surprise, despite the odd appearances and names. He liked it. It tasted better than any of Dudley's leftovers, anyway.

"Say Harry," Draco said in the middle of the feast.

"Hm?" Harry hummed as he was drinking some pumpkin juice.

"You're awfully skinny, yet you don't seem to refrain from eating like any other person our age. How are you so thin?" Draco asked.

Harry set his cup down, "Actually, this is the first time I've eaten this much food in my life."

Draco gave him a surprised look, "You aren't serious, are you?"

"I'm telling the truth." Harry assured him, "My aunt and uncle hardly ever let me eat at the table, instead they just give me the leftovers after tea..."

Draco shook his head, "You better be fat by the end of this year."

The feast carried on and eventually the houses split up and they met the one and only, Snape. He didn't seem to be too fond of Harry, he gave him the evil eye. The man dressed in black nagged on about this and that, the rules and whatever. He then added something else,

"Oh, and one last thing: If you're going to break the rules don't get caught. This house already has a bad reputation, we don't need it to look worse."

With that the man now known as 'Snape' turned around and sighed, "Trouplesnap."

The two eventually made it to the bedroom for boys. Draco ran up to a bed by the window and called dibs. Harry chuckled and took the bed next to him.

"Excited?" Draco asked.

"Very." Harry replied.