Any of J.K Rowling's storylines and Characters that I use are rightfully hers but the characters that I make are mine'

The next four weeks flew by in a blur for Harrison. He spent his time being trained by his father and Aunt Bellatrix; they doubled his training sessions since he would be gone for the next nine months. He woke up before the sun rose and went to bed long after the moon came out. Draco and the Lestrange twins would sometimes join him for his lessons, and when they did he would work even harder. Harrison and his friends were perfectionists, especially him, Draco, and the twins. When one had a spell down the others worked non-stop until they too could perform the spell with little effort.

Harrison enjoyed his lessons with his father and aunt, they challenged him and he was always learning something new. His father also taught him to use simple charms and spells to do things one wouldn't expect. A good example was when he told Harrison that a simple levitation charm can be used to levitate a shard of glass through someone's chest. Tom told him not to worry so much about what the book said to do, if you want something you can will your magic to do it. That was one of the reasons why Harrison was so good in Transfiguration, he would picture what he wanted and he would will the objects to change into it.

He spent all of his free time that he wasn't using to study with his friends. Harrison and his best friends would play five on five quidditch, swim in the lake at Riddle Manor, duel under the supervision of one of the death eaters and quiz each other on the first year material. Harrison was the only one who had done extensive training growing up, his best friends all had some training, but none of them learned a quarter of what Harrison had. So it was usually Harrison firing question after question at his friends while they were floating in the lake.

The night before September first Harrison laid on his bed reading through a large leather bound tome. Dark Arts Revealed was printed in silver ink on the spine and the pages looked worn, like it had been read through hundreds of times. Harrison had found the book in the large library at Riddle Manor, his father told him that it had once belonged to Salazar Slytherin. His father had taken it from the Chamber of Secrets during his sixth year at Hogwarts.

Harrison closed the book when a small pop sounded in his room, he looked up to see a small house elf with droopy ears standing next to his bed.

"Masters trunk is packed," the small elf squeaked.

"Where is it Mipsy?" Harrison asked the elf.

"Mipsy put it in the sitting room on the first floor of the east wing," Mipsy responded as she shifted slightly.

Harrison nodded and waved a hand dismissively. "Good job Mipsy, you may go."

The elf bowed low and left with another pop.

Harrison pushed himself from his bed and looked around his room. The room was overly large and rectangular and the floors were white marble with swirls of black onyx and silver. An ornate silver chandelier hung from the ceiling brightening the room and a white marble fireplace made the room warm. A four poster bed was against one wall, a green and silver silk comforter was neatly tucked in and several pillows were pushed against the headboard. On both sides of the bed there were night stands, they were both black like his bed frame. In front of the fireplace was a white polar bear rug, a half circle couch, and two chairs surrounded over half the rug. On the fireplaces mantle there were several photographs of his friends and family.

There was a large black desk with a high backed green chair behind it. There were stacks of parchment and several quills lined up, a few ink wells were near them. A large red book was in the middle opened to somewhere towards the middle. A piece of parchment covered in elegant writing was next to it; Harrison had been taking notes from the book earlier.

One of the walls had several floor to ceiling book shelves filled with books. There were books about Transfigurations, some about the Dark Arts and even some about wizarding politics. There were a dozen shelves on one of the walls where wizards chess pieces, sets of gobstones, unique silver instruments, a globe of the moon, and other things perched. A hand carved dresser was against one wall and on either side was a door.

One of the doors led to a bathroom with a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool, there was also a large glass shower. The bath had dozens of taps each doing something different; some caused large purple bubbles to fill the tub, some spouted thick white foam, and others had bubbles that wouldn't pop no matter what you did. The second door led to a massive walk in closet filled to the brim with clothes, he had enough summer clothes alone for twenty people to have an entire wardrobe.

Harrison walked over to a mirror that hung near the door to his closet. His green eyes stared back at him, he was glad he had perfect eyesight because he would hate for his eyes to be covered. He had never been as vain as Draco, and he was definitely not as arrogant as Leo, but he knew that he was good looking. And he had always liked his eyes most of all, they were large and looked like two emeralds. His father called them Avada Kedavra eyes. His strong jaw and high cheek bones made him look slightly older than eleven and his lips were full and pink. His normally perfectly styled short black hair was slightly messy from laying down, it looked like it did after he was done flying.

He spun around when he heard his door open, Tom was standing in the doorway with the silver package he had retrieved from Gringotts a month ago.

"Dad," Harrison greeted as he took a seat in a nearby green chair.

"Harrison," Tom said as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

Tom strode over and sat down in a plush leather chair across from his son. He sat the package down next to him and stared at his son. Harrison eyed the package, he had been wondering what was in it ever since that day in Diagon Alley. He hadn't asked since the first time as to what was in it, he knew that either his father would tell him or he wouldn't. He looked up at his father after a minute.

"Are you finally going to tell me what's in that package?" Harrison inquired, he tried to keep the curiosity out of his voice.

Tom smirked, showing Harrison that he failed to hide his true emotions. Harrison internally scowled, he had never been able to hide his emotions from his dad. Tom could always tell when he was angry, annoyed, happy, sad, and even lying. And the latter was never a good thing to do to the Dark Lord. He would never physically harm Harrison, instead he would make him read advanced books in a foreign language and write essays. He didn't mind learning new information, after all knowledge was power, he just didn't like that he wasn't able to hang out with his friends until he was done. He finally learned to just tell his father the truth.The next four weeks flew by in a blur for Harrison. He spent his time being trained by his father and Aunt Bellatrix; they doubled his training sessions since he would be gone for the next nine months. He woke up before the sun rose and went to bed long after the moon came out. Draco and the Lestrange twins would sometimes join him for his lessons, and when they did he would work even harder. Harrison and his friends were perfectionists, especially him, Draco, and the twins. When one had a spell down the others worked non-stop until they too could perform the spell with little effort.

Harrison enjoyed his lessons with his father and aunt, they challenged him and he was always learning something new. His father also taught him to use simple charms and spells to do things one wouldn't expect. A good example was when he told Harrison that a simple levitation charm can be used to levitate a shard of glass through someone's chest. Tom told him not to worry so much about what the book said to do, if you want something you can will your magic to do it. That was one of the reasons why Harrison was so good in Transfiguration, he would picture what he wanted and he would will the objects to change into it.

He spent all of his free time that he wasn't using to study with his friends. Harrison and his best friends would play five on five quidditch, swim in the lake at Riddle Manor, duel under the supervision of one of the death eaters and quiz each other on the first year material. Harrison was the only one who had done extensive training growing up, his best friends all had some training, but none of them learned a quarter of what Harrison had. So it was usually Harrison firing question after question at his friends while they were floating in the lake.

The night before September first Harrison laid on his bed reading through a large leather bound tome. Dark Arts Revealed was printed in silver ink on the spine and the pages looked worn, like it had been read through hundreds of times. Harrison had found the book in the large library at Riddle Manor, his father told him that it had once belonged to Salazar Slytherin. His father had taken it from the Chamber of Secrets during his sixth year at Hogwarts.

Harrison closed the book when a small pop sounded in his room, he looked up to see a small house elf with droopy ears standing next to his bed.

"Masters trunk is packed," the small elf squeaked.

"Where is it Mipsy?" Harrison asked the elf.

"Mipsy put it in the sitting room on the first floor of the east wing," Mipsy responded as she shifted slightly.

Harrison nodded and waved a hand dismissively. "Good job Mipsy, you may go."

The elf bowed low and left with another pop.

Harrison pushed himself from his bed and looked around his room. The room was overly large and rectangular and the floors were white marble with swirls of black onyx and silver. An ornate silver chandelier hung from the ceiling brightening the room and a white marble fireplace made the room warm. A four poster bed was against one wall, a green and silver silk comforter was neatly tucked in and several pillows were pushed against the headboard. On both sides of the bed there were night stands, they were both black like his bed frame. In front of the fireplace was a white polar bear rug, a half circle couch, and two chairs surrounded over half the rug. On the fireplaces mantle there were several photographs of his friends and family.

There was a large black desk with a high backed green chair behind it. There were stacks of parchment and several quills lined up, a few ink wells were near them. A large red book was in the middle opened to somewhere towards the middle. A piece of parchment covered in elegant writing was next to it; Harrison had been taking notes from the book earlier.

One of the walls had several floor to ceiling book shelves filled with books. There were books about Transfigurations, some about the Dark Arts and even some about wizarding politics. There were a dozen shelves on one of the walls where wizards chess pieces, sets of gobstones, unique silver instruments, a globe of the moon, and other things perched. A hand carved dresser was against one wall and on either side was a door.

One of the doors led to a bathroom with a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool, there was also a large glass shower. The bath had dozens of taps each doing something different; some caused large purple bubbles to fill the tub, some spouted thick white foam, and others had bubbles that wouldn't pop no matter what you did. The second door led to a massive walk in closet filled to the brim with clothes, he had enough summer clothes alone for twenty people to have an entire wardrobe.

Harrison walked over to a mirror that hung near the door to his closet. His green eyes stared back at him, he was glad he had perfect eyesight because he would hate for his eyes to be covered. He had never been as vain as Draco, and he was definitely not as arrogant as Leo, but he knew that he was good looking. And he had always liked his eyes most of all, they were large and looked like two emeralds. His father called them Avada Kedavra eyes. His strong jaw and high cheek bones made him look slightly older than eleven and his lips were full and pink. His normally perfectly styled short black hair was slightly messy from laying down, it looked like it did after he was done flying.

He spun around when he heard his door open, Tom was standing in the doorway with the silver package he had retrieved from Gringotts a month ago.

"Dad," Harrison greeted as he took a seat in a nearby green chair.

"Harrison," Tom said as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

Tom strode over and sat down in a plush leather chair across from his son. He sat the package down next to him and stared at his son. Harrison eyed the package, he had been wondering what was in it ever since that day in Diagon Alley. He hadn't asked since the first time as to what was in it, he knew that either his father would tell him or he wouldn't. He looked up at his father after a minute.

"Are you finally going to tell me what's in that package?" Harrison inquired, he tried to keep the curiosity out of his voice.

Tom smirked, showing Harrison that he failed to hide his true emotions. Harrison internally scowled, he had never been able to hide his emotions from his dad. Tom could always tell when he was angry, annoyed, happy, sad, and even lying. And the latter was never a good thing to do to the Dark Lord. He would never physically harm Harrison, instead he would make him read advanced books in a foreign language and write essays. He didn't mind learning new information, after all knowledge was power, he just didn't like that he wasn't able to hang out with his friends until he was done. He finally learned to just tell his father the truth.

"I am," Tom said as he waved his hand and the package went flying onto Harrison's lap.

The package felt like air in Harrison's lap. He slowly pulled back the silver paper and he couldn't stop the look of surprise from coming onto his face. Folded on his lap was a shiny, silvery cloth and he recognized it as an invisibility cloak. He ran a hand over it and it felt like water woven into material. He didn't understand why his father was giving him an invisibility cloak, he had always told Harrison that a good wizard didn't need an invisibility cloak. A powerful wizard could cast a disillusionment charm powerful enough to make a person completely invisible.

"Why are you giving this to me?" Harrison asked as he unfolded the cloak.

He held the cloak up and it reached the floor. It appeared to be big enough to be able to cover three or four people. Ways he would be able to use it at Hogwarts came flooding into his mind. He would be able to be out after curfew and no one would know he was outside of his dorm room. The possibilities were endless.

"Do you not want it?" Tom asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, I do," Harrison assured him. "It's just random for you to give it to me."

"I'm always buying you things," the amusement in Tom's voice was even stronger now.

"I know that," Harrison said exasperated. He knew that his father was now just messing with him. "But an invisibility cloak is different than broomsticks and gold watches."

"It is," Tom said before adding in an emotionless voice. "That cloak belonged to James Potter."

Harrison's head snapped up upon hearing the name James Potter and the cloak slipped out of his grasp. He knew that James Potter was his biological father, Tom had told him the truth about his parentage when he was seven. He knew that Tom had come to Godric's Hollow and killed his birth mother and father before taking him. He knew that he should've been mad, but he hadn't been. Tom Riddle blood adopted him; after the ritual he was legally, biologically his father. Harrison loved Tom and it didn't matter to him if he hadn't been there when he was conceived. After the day where he learned the truth he never spoke of his biological parents. Tom was his father, he didn't care about two people who were long dead.

That was why Harrison couldn't believe his ears when he heard Tom say the name James Potter. His name hadn't been mentioned in Riddle Manor since that day, with the exception of a few times by Snape when he told Harrison and Draco stories about Hogwarts. His Uncle Regulus had mentioned him once when he told them about his brother Sirius, who was in Azkaban. Apparently his brother Sirius had been best friends with the man. Other than those few times he hadn't heard or spoken the name.

"This is James Potter's?" Harrison asked for clarification as he snapped out of his daze and picked up the cloak. Tom nodded stiffly. "Why are you giving it to me? And how exactly did you get it?"

"I'm giving it to you because I believe that it can be of use to you while at Hogwarts, that just isn't any ordinary invisibility cloak," Tom informed him. "Do you remember when I told you about the Deathly Hallows?"

"Yes," Harrison said.

When Harrison was younger he liked hearing the story about the three brothers from the tales of 'Beetle the Bard'. As he got older his father told him that the story was inspired by three real brothers: Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus Peverell. Harrison knew that his dad was directly related to them because one of Cadmus' granddaughters married into the Slytherin line, which meant that he was related to them as well. Antioch had made a wand that was more powerful than any other, some called it the wand of destiny, the death stick or the elder wand. Cadmus created a stone that could bring the dead back to life, although they wouldn't last long and they would never truly be happy. The youngest brother was Ignotus and he created a cloak of invisibility that would never decay.

Harrison's eyes snapped down to look at the cloak. He was beginning to wonder how James Potter's cloak was still working. Most invisibility cloaks lasted no more than five or six years, if this had belonged to James Potter it was much older. And if Harrison was right in thinking that this cloak belonged to Ignotus Peverell than it was much older than five years, older even than five hundred years. Harrison knew his father had the stone, it was one of his horcruxes. He also knew from his father that Dumbledore was the owner of the elder wand. If this was the cloak than it meant that all three hallows were still in tact, he was impressed with the durability of his ancestors magic but he quickly pushed that thought aside. He looked back up at his dad who was watching him intently as to gauge his reaction.

"This is the cloak of invisibility that belonged to Ignotus Peverell?" Harrison asked, but it was said in a tone that showed he knew the answer already.

"Yes," Tom told him. "When Dumbledore found James and Lily Potter's bodies along with the fake dead body that was supposed to be you, he called Severus to him. Severus checked the house when Dumbledore was off trying to find Sirius Black and he found several interesting things. He found this cloak in the master bedroom and he brought it to me along with several Order of the Phoenix documents."

"And I can have it?" Harrison asked as he stood up and threw the cloak around his shoulders.

Harrison looked down and saw that his body was gone. It was a strange feeling looking down and seeing nothing, he walked towards the mirror and saw his head floating in the air. It was the strangest thing he'd ever seen, and living in a Dark Lord's manor a person sees many strange things.

"Yes," Tom told him. "It is rightfully yours after all."

"Thank you," Harrison said as he pulled the cloak off. "I'm sure it will be nice to have once I'm at Hogwarts."

"I'm glad you like it, use it well," Tom said before turning serious. "I have something else to give you." He pulled a small box from his pocket.

"What is it?" Harrison asked as he sat down, he laid the cloak over the arm of the couch.

"Open it," Tom said as he levitated the small black velvet box to his son.

Harrison grabbed the box from midair and looked at it, it looked like a box that jewelry comes in. He lifted the lid and smiled as he saw what was inside. A four inch long silver snake hung from a silver chain, there were two eyes the size of his pinky nail made of shimmering emeralds. He pulled it out of the box and the body of the snake glittered in the light. When he moved it the snake looked as though it was alive. It felt like he was picking up a feather, he guessed there was a feather light charm on it. He put it over his head and the necklace hung low. It looked well crafted and very expensive.

"It's amazing dad," Harrison said honestly. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," Tom said before continuing in a business like tone. "Now, that necklace isn't just for show. It is also an emergency portkey, it will go through any wards even the ones at Hogwarts. If you are ever in trouble all you need to do is say 'home' in parseltongue and you will appear in my office and I'll be alerted. No one ,but you or myself will be able to remove it if you're wearing it. I didn't feel okay with you going to Hogwarts with the old fool as Headmaster without you having a way to get out of trouble. Promise me Harrison, if you are ever in danger you'll use that portkey. I know that you think you can handle everything, but you are still just a child. Dumbledore may be the supposed leader of the light, but he can be tricky and I'd be a fool to deny that he's powerful."

Harrison couldn't deny the truth in his father's words. He had always been hesitant to ask for help, he always wanted to prove that he could do everything on his own.

"I promise," Harrison assured his father.

"Good," Tom said as he looked into the crackling fire. "Did you pack your two way mirror?"

"Of course," Harrison answered.

Harrison had a two way mirror, it was six inches in height and length. His father and his best friends all had mirrors as well, all he needed to do was say their name and their mirror would heat up. They could talk whenever they wanted to, they were good to use when his father was out of the country on 'business.' Harrison and his friends would use them late at night when they wanted to talk. Harrison normally kept his in his pocket so that way he would always know if someone was calling.

"It's getting late," Tom said when he checked his watch. "I have a few things to discuss with you before you go to sleep." Harrison looked at his father. "While you are at Hogwarts you will conduct yourself like a proper heir to a noble family. You will not act like some hyper mudblood or annoying little child. You can relax around your friends, but behave like a Slytherin around everyone else. If you need to speak with me use the mirror, however I won't be able to answer if I'm in a meeting. If it's an emergency than go to Severus, and if you ever need his help go to his office."

"I will," Harrison told him as he listened intently.

"Good," Tom replied before continuing. "I want you to do your best in all of your subjects, I expect you to be number one in your year. You have had more training than anyone your age, I want you to show everyone that you are the best. While you are at Hogwarts I want you to make friends with as many people as you can. I know I already told you that, but I am saying it again. We will need as many people on our side as we can during this war. If you have to pretend to like mudbloods than do it. However, if they aren't worthy of your attention don't give it to them. If they aren't strong or extremely bright do not waste your time on them. After all mudbloods have no political connections so, if they aren't strong mentally or magically inclined, they are of no use to me."

Tom paused to make sure Harrison was still listening, he then continued. "I won't be there to protect you so I want you to be on your guard. If you think you are in danger I want you to use that portkey and come home straight away." He put emphasis on the last four words. "If you need anything write to me and I will send it out as soon as I can." Harrison nodded. "I also want you to continue your training while you're there. I want you to read the books I had the house elves put in your trunk and the ones I'm going to periodically send you. The next time I see you I want you to have read all of them. Do you remember the room I told you about?"

"The Room of Requirement?" Harrison asked.

Harrison's dad told him about a room on the seventh floor at Hogwarts that could be anything you wanted it to be. He had been looking forward to trying it out ever since he was told about it. He wanted to test the limits of the room, and he figured it would be a place that other students wouldn't know about. He had told his best friends about the room after he learned of it and all of them were excited to try it out.

"Yes," Harrison told him. "I was thinking about using it to practice magic."

"Good," Tom agreed with the faintest hint of a smile. "The last thing I have to tell you is this, do not do anything foolish. If you slip up Dumbledore will find out that you're my son and if he digs too deep he might find out that you were originally Harry Potter. I will not allow him to take you from me. So, be on your best behavior around the professors, and remember that I have eyes and ears everywhere. If you do something foolhardy I will hear about it and I will not be pleased."

"You're a tad bit of a megalomaniac, you do know that, right dad?" Harrison said with a teasing smile.

"Excuse me Harrison, but it is for your own good, so the thought behind it more than offsets any megalomania on my part," Tom chided with a smirk.

Harrison rolled his eyes but his lips twitched in amusement. He enjoyed the moments where his father relaxed and allowed himself to joke around. "Don't worry so much, I'll be fine dad. Severus will be there and so will all of my friends. I already know most of the Slytherins and they know I'm your son so, I'll have an entire house behind me. I also know a lot of Ravenclaws, and you know how responsible they are."

"I know," Tom admitted as he ran a hand over his handsome face. "I just worry about you." Harrison knew that the admission pained him, he rarely let his worry show and when he did, it was only around Harrison. Dark Lords weren't supposed to be overflowing with emotions.

"I know," Harrison told him as he gave his father a small smile. "I'll be careful, I promise."

The next day Tom apparated himself and Harrison to King's Cross Station at 10 o' clock. They appeared in one of the apparition points in Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. There were several points people could apparate to for those who didn't want to deal with coming in the muggle way. Harrison was wearing his brand new Hogwarts uniform with the exception of his hat, he was thankful those were only worn on the first day of school and when Hogwarts had guests. He didn't like the look of it at all so he kept it in his pocket, he would put it on before the sorting. The snake necklace his father gave him was hanging from his neck and he wore a silver watch adorned with small emeralds, a gift from his Uncle Lucius.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts' Express, eleven o'clock. Harrison looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between the legs of their owners. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.

"There's Draco," Harrison said, looking in the opposite direction of his father.

Draco was standing with his parents, they were talking in hushed voices. The Lestrange twins, Bella and Rodolphus were standing next to them. The small kitten Cass had purchased in Diagon Alley was in her arms, she was slightly larger than before. Leo's large bird was swaying on his shoulder as it glared at everyone. Harrison could see a group of small children looking at it as though it would explode. The three first years were all wearing their Hogwarts robes as well.

Harrison pushed through the crowd of parents and students with Tom right behind him. He caught snippets of conversations as they walked.

"He may be in Slytherin, but he's still hot," a girl with curly hair said to a blonde girl with a large nose.

"I'll write home every week," A tall burly boy was saying to a sniffling toddler.

"I lost my Potions essay," A scrawny boy with blonde hair complained. "Snape is going to give me detention for sure."

"I wonder who our new Defense professor will be," a girl with pigtails mused to whom appeared to be her mother.

He reached his friends and they all exchanged pleasantries. Both of his aunts gave him longer hugs than normal and he shook both of his uncles hands.

"I can't believe my dragon is finally going to Hogwarts," Narcissa said as she hugged her son.

"Mum," Draco whined sounding slightly exasperated.

Harrison had to stop himself from laughing at the nickname. His Aunt Narcissa had called Draco her dragon since they were both in diapers. Given some of his nicknames he didn't have room to talk, but he still found it amusing. Only the fact that he knew it'd upset his aunt stopped him from at the very least snickering.

"Make sure the four of you make the house of Salazar Slytherin proud," Lucius told them seriously.

"We will Uncle Lucius." Harrison, Cass and Leo said in unison.

"Of course father," Draco replied with a nod.

"Good, make sure that you do," Lucius said before his eyes landed on a large family all with flaming red hair. "Weasley." He spat the word like it was the worst word in existence.

Harrison turned around and saw a short plump woman with short frizzy hair. She was surrounded by five kids, four boys, and a little girl. The oldest boy was standing with his chest puffed out, Harrison could see a prefect badge on his robes. There were two boys that appeared to be identical; those must be the twins Harrison had heard about. According to one of his older friends, the Weasley twins were infamous at Hogwarts for all of the pranks they pulled. A tall lanky boy who looked to be about Harrison's age was trying to get his mother to stop rubbing his nose, something Draco found amusing if his snicker covered by a cough was any indication. The girl was holding her mothers hand and she looked about ready to cry.

"So those are the Weasley's?" Harrison asked, Lucius spoke about Arthur Weasley quite a bit. None of it good.

"Yes," Lucius sneered, his eyes held a disgusted gleam.

Narcissa looked as if she had just got a whiff of something disgusting and Bella's hand was itching towards her wand. Tom's face was expressionless and Rodolphus was looking at the family of red heads as if they were nothing more than slugs. Harrison heard Leo whisper something to Cass about second hand robes and she had to hold back laughter. Draco's sneer matched his fathers, he hated the Weasley's even though he'd never met them.

Tom broke the silence of the group. "You four should get onto the train so you can find a good compartment." He turned to Harrison. "I'll see you for the Christmas holidays, don't forget everything I told you."

"I won't," Harrison assured him.

"Have fun my little snake," Bellatrix said as she gave Harrison a parting hug.

Harrison caught Draco's eye and the blonde smirked while his eyes danced with amusement. Harrison glared at him as he returned his aunts hug.

After saying goodbye to everyone the four first years boarded the Hogwarts Express. With a last wave to their parents they began the search for an empty compartment. The third one they checked was empty, Harrison pulled open the door and walked inside. He stowed his trunk in the overhead compartment, his owls cage was shrunken down in his trunk. He had told Ares that morning to meet him at Hogwarts. Nani was as usual curled up his arm under his sleeve, he had received permission from Snape to be able to bring his familiar.

After stowing his trunk Leo opened up the window. "Meet me at Hogwarts." Cronus made a sound, it was a mix of a hoot and an odd sound Harrison couldn't place. The large bird spread his large black wings and soared out of the window.

Harrison watched as several people's eyes grew wide upon seeing the large bird, and a few young kids looked wary. He rolled his eyes, some people could be so dramatic, it was just a bird.

"Do you know when the others will be getting here?" Cass asked as she stroked Morana's fur.

"I'm not sure," Harrison answered as he continued to stare out of the window.

Harrison watched as friends greeted one another after a summer apart and watched as parents hugged their kids goodbye. Leo kept up a commentary, he made snide comments about some of the people he recognized and didn't like. He pointed out the people they knew and commented on the obvious lack of money that the Weasley's had when the mother walked by holding the little girls hand.

Harrison finally pulled his eyes away from the window when he heard the compartment door open. Standing in the doorway was one of Harrison's best friends, Blaise Zabini. He was a tall boy with skin that was normally white, but today looked tan like he had been out in the sun a lot recently. He had hair as black as Harrison's although his looked messy like he just got out of bed. He had light blue eyes that sparked with mischief. He had an air of cool indifference around him, like nothing in the world could bother him.

"Hey," Blaise said as he carelessly shoved his trunk into the rack.

"Hi Blaise," Harrison greeted his friend. "You're here later than I thought you'd be."

Blaise plopped onto the seat next to Harrison. "My sister brought me because my mother's in Europe with husband number seven." He rolled his eyes. "And since she wasn't home there wasn't anyone to make Anastasia hurry up, and you all know how long she takes to get ready."

Before anyone could reply the door opened again to reveal five people, Harrison's other best friends. The first was a beautiful girl named Daphne Greengrass, she had long straight blonde hair and the bluest eyes Harrison had ever seen. She smiled when she saw Harrison showing off perfect white teeth. The girl on her right was Tracey Davis, her normally straight black hair was in a braid that went half way down her back. Her light green eyes were filled with warmth and kindness as she looked at her best friends.

Pansy Parkinson was on Daphne's left, she had brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. Her brown eyes took in everyone in the compartment and she smiled. Next to her was Jenna Moon, a petite girl with a pretty face. She was the shortest of the group and had wavy strawberry blonde hair. Her light green eyes were framed by long eyelashes.

Theodore Nott, or Theo as his friends call him stood slightly behind the girls, he had brown hair and eyes. He was wearing a slightly exasperated expression and Harrison could see a large book tucked under his right arm.

"Hi!" Jenna exclaimed happily as she ran over to Harrison and engulfed him in a hug. "It's so good to see you!"

"You just saw me four days ago," Harrison said, amusement seeping into his voice.

"I know," Jenna said pulling back. "But that doesn't mean I can't be happy to see you." She the turned to Leo and pounced on him nearly knocking the breath out of him.

"Don't mind her," Pansy told the group as she helped Draco store her trunk. "She didn't get much sleep last night."

"What's her excuse every other day?" Harrison teased causing Jenna to playfully swat his arm.

After everyone finished with their greeting everyone got comfortable. Harrison sat in between Blaise and Daphne, Draco was sitting across from him with Leo and Pansy on either side. Cass sat next to her brother and Jenna took the seat next to Pansy. Tracey sat next to Daphne and Theo took the empty seat by Blaise. Theo opened up his book and began to read while everyone else broke into conversations.

Harrison looked around at all of his best friends and he couldn't stop the feeling of elation from forming inside of him. They were finally going to Hogwarts. He would get to be a normal kid at least for awhile. He loved being the son of the Dark Lord, he loved practicing the Dark Arts and watching his Aunt Bella torture muggles. However he wanted to be able to relax away from the pressure of being perfect all of the time, he'd be able to laugh with his friends without worrying about being late for a Dark Arts lesson. He knew that by the time he was of age he'd be helping his father rule over the wizarding world, and that didn't leave a lot of time to just be a kid.

He wanted to join the quidditch team next year, he knew that first years weren't allowed. He had wondered if first years would be allowed to try out, but his older friends said they couldn't. He wanted to make connections that would help his father win the war and he wanted to hex students that annoyed him with his friends.

Harrison was pulled from his musings when he heard Jenna's loud laughter. Jenna was clutching her stomach and laughing at something that Pansy had said. He shook his head, Jenna had always been loud and hyper. You could normally tell where she was because she had the tendency to laugh at the most random things. Out of all of Harrison's best friends, Jenna was by far the kindest.

His eyes roamed to Pansy, she had always been like one of the boys. She loved quidditch almost as much as the boys and she wasn't afraid to get dirty. Unlike Jenna who flat out refused to go into the greenhouses at Riddle Manor. His eyes flickered to Daphne who was showing Tracey something in a copy of Teen Witch Weekly, her and Tracey had always been the most girly of the group. They could talk for hours about clothes and not get bored.

Harrison looked towards the window and his eyes caught Cass and Leo, they were arguing about whether or not her cat had attacked him. He pushed down his amusement, their fights were normally funny unless they got out of hand. Cass once blew up the training room at Riddle Manor when she got mad at her brother and her accidental magic caused an explosion. She reminded Harrison of his Aunt Bella, she had a twisted sense of humor, it was almost sick. Leo took after his mother in some aspects, but others were more like his Uncle Lucius, for instance no one was more arrogant than Leo. He also flaunted his wealth more than him and Draco combined.

Harrison switched his gaze to Theo who was still reading quietly. Theo had always been the quiet one of the group, they would have sleepovers and everyone would play gobstones except for Theo who would sneak off to the library. When he did join in he wasn't half as loud as everyone else. He was good company when his nose wasn't shoved into a book, but even when he was Harrison enjoyed his company. Being around Theo made you feel relaxed and comfortable.

Harrison looked at Blaise who was ruffling his hair as he talked to Draco about quidditch. Blaise was almost on par with Leo when it came to being vain. Blaise always looked effortlessly cool. He never did anything with his short hair, he would just role out of bed and leave it looking windswept. He spent galleons like they fell from the sky and frequently made jokes about his mothers past husbands, all of whom had mysteriously died leaving his mother even richer. Like Cass and Leo, him and his sister bicker, however they would fight to the death to protect one another.

"Are you alright mate?" Blaise asked looking at Harrison.

"What?" Harrison asked snapping out of his thoughts.

"You were staring at me like you were in a trance," Blaise told him matter of fact.

"I was just thinking about something, but it isn't important," Harrison said.

The train began to move and Harrison could see parents and younger siblings waving goodbye. He saw the Weasley girl half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved. Houses began to flash past the window and Harrison looked back at his friends.

"Exploding snap?" Harrison asked.

Twenty minutes later Harrison, Draco, Blaise, and Leo had finished a game of exploding snape. Draco's robes were singed much to everyone's amusement so he had to change into another one. The train had finally carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past. Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"

All of the first years pulled out money bags and stood up. The cart had everything from Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans to licorice wands.

"I'll take two chocolate frogs and a cauldron cake," Harrison said as he pulled out the correct amount of money.

"Here you are dear," The woman said handing him the sweets and taking his money. Harrison sat back down while his friends made their purchases.

Harrison opened up a chocolate frog card and the frog instantly jumped, his hand shot out and grabbed it. He took a bite of its head before looking down at the card.

"Dumbledore," Harrison drawled in an annoyed voice.

"What?" Draco asked looking up from his pile of sweets.

"I got Dumbledore's card," Harrison said as he threw the card out of the open window.

"I hate getting him," Blaise scowled. "It's a waste of a perfectly good card."

"Speaking of Dumbledore," Leo cut in. "I'm not happy about spending the next seven years with the old fool. Hearing his name is bad enough, I don't want to see him every day."

Cass pursed her lips. "For once I agree with you."

"With any luck he'll be dead before our seventh year," Draco said with a glance towards Harrison. "Then we'll at least have one year without him."

"Why can't your dad kill him now?" Blaise asked. "It would save us all headaches."

"You know it isn't that simple," Harrison told them as he pulled out his wand and cast a silencing charm over their compartment.

"But your dad is way more powerful than Dumbledore no matter what anyone on the stupid light side says," Blaise pointed out.

"Never underestimate your enemy," Harrison said seriously. "Dumbledore is powerful, you'd be an idiot to deny it. My father has a plan and that plan requires several things to happen before he can kill him, but don't bother asking what because I don't know myself."

"Your dad didn't tell you?" Jenna asked in surprise.

Harrison gave her an incredulous look. "Dumbledore is a legilimens, I don't think he'd use it on me and neither does my dad, but there's always the chance he will. I know occlumency and I could keep out a normal legilimens, but not someone as seasoned as Dumbledore. I'll be able to one day, for sure, but I can't right now, I can't even keep Severus out at the moment if he were to push hard."

Blaise opened his mouth to speak, but shut it when the compartment door was thrown open. A boy with a round face and brown hair stood next to a girl with bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth. The boy looked as though he had been crying.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville here has lost one," the girl said, she had a bossy sort of voice.

"A toad? Why on earth would anyone want to bring a toad?" Draco sneered causing Pansy to laugh and Blaise to snicker. Harrison watched as Neville's eyes watered and the girl turned red.

"I would've lost it as fast as I could if it was me," Leo said pompously.

"I was just asking. My name is Hermione Granger by the way," she said putting her hand out for them to shake.

Draco and Leo looked repulsed at the idea and Harrison could've sworn he saw Blaise recoil slightly. Cass looked at Hermione as if she was a slug she wanted to squash. Pansy wrinkled her nose and eyed her like she was a dangerous explosive. Daphne, Tracey, and Jenna stared at her blankly while Harrison remained expressionless.

"Granger," Leo said as his face turned stony. "That isn't a wizarding last name."

"That's because it isn't," Hermione said, Harrison thought he heard a hint of pride in her voice. Harrison raised and eyebrow, he didn't think being a muggleborn was anything to be proud of. "I'm the first person in my family with magic, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was pleased of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard. I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough." She said proudly not noticing the looks she was receiving from everyone in the compartment. Although Harrison had to admit she seemed smart, most people wouldn't willingly read all their course books during the summer. "I read all about the four houses as well, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw sound like the best." The temperature in the compartment dropped ten degrees. Harrison forced himself not to glare at her but no one else was refraining from doing so.

"Gryffindor," Draco sneered. "Is the house of idiots."

Hermione looked taken aback.

"Now now Draco play nice," Harrison cut in with a charming smile. Everyone in the compartment turned to stare at him with varying looks of disbelief. "I'm Harrison Riddle, I must say it's a pleasure to meet you. Excuse my friend for stating his opinion so bluntly." Hermione opened her mouth then closed it. "These are my best friends Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Leo Lestrange, Cassiopeia Lestrange, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Pansy Parkinson, and Jenna Moon." He turned to Neville who looked like he didn't know whether to run from the compartment or not, his eyes had widened upon hearing Draco's last name. "Who might you be?"

"N-N-Neville Longbottom," the boy stuttered out looking extremely nervous.

Harrison stopped his surprise from showing, that nervous boy was the son of two of the Ministries best aurors? He seemed like he would pass out if someone yelled 'boo'. He forced himself to give Hermione a lopsided grin causing her to blush.

"You said you were looking for Neville's toad?" Harrison asked as he pulled out his wand.

"Yes," Hermione said as she eyed his wand warily.

"Accio Neville's toad," Harrison said waving his wand.

Hermione frowned. "Are you sure that's a real spell."

Harrison once again had to stop himself from glaring. "I'm sure."

A second later a large green toad soared into the compartment and into Harrison's hand. Hermione and Neville's eyes went wide, but no one else looked surprised. He held out the toad and Neville took it with shaking hands.

"How did you do that?" Hermione asked, awe evident in her voice.

"Magic," Harrison said giving her a roguish grin causing her blush to deepen.

Harrison saw Daphne shoot Hermione and annoyed look.

"I know that," Hermione frowned. "But how did you know what to do?"

"One of my tutors taught me," Harrison told her.

Hermione's brows furrowed. "Tutors?"

"Stupid mudblood," Blaise muttered under his breath so quietly only Harrison heard him.

"We were all tutored growing up so we'd be prepared for Hogwarts," Harrison explained. He didn't think he would need to explain such a simple concept to a girl who less than five minutes ago seemed smart.

Hermione looked panicky. "Prepared? Are we supposed to know spells before coming here? Professor McGonagall told me that I wouldn't be able to practice magic before coming to Hogwarts, and that wizard raised students wouldn't be any further ahead than me."

"Well, she lied," Leo drawled, he seemed to be getting more annoyed by her presence.

Harrison shot Leo a silencing look. "Most parents don't train their children in magic before coming to Hogwarts. but ours did. Most students don't know any spells before coming here."

Hermione looked slightly appeased, but still a bit unsure. "Okay." She bit her lip for a moment.

"Did you need something else?" Cass asked in an emotionless voice.

"Why did you say that Gryffindor was for idiots?" She directed the question at Draco.

Draco shot her a disdainful look. "Because Gryffindors are rash and reckless, it's full of idiots who can't even string enough words together to form a sentence."

"What house do you want to be in then?" Hermione asked slightly ruffled.

"I'm going to be in Slytherin," Draco said with pride.

"You can't know you're going to be in Slytherin," Hermione said bossily. "No one knows until they're sorted."

Draco's grey eyes narrowed. "All of my family have been in Slytherin, I'm a Slytherin through and through."

Neville looked even more nervous at Draco's proclamation.

"But you can't know for sure," Hermione said stubbornly.

Harrison had to give her points for not backing down. but it was obvious to him that her attitude wasn't endearing her to his best friends. The fact that she was a muggleborn didn't help either, he could tell that Cass was a minute away from hexing her half to death. With a mother like Bellatrix Lestrange she knew how to do it too.

"Yes we can," Leo cut in looking cross.

Hermione opened her mouth but quickly shut it when she finally realized all of the glares she was receiving. "I should go," she told them. "It was nice to meet you." She turned around and left the compartment taking Neville with her.

Once the door was shut everyone turned to stare at Harrison who stared back unwavering. Draco looked like he didn't know whether to be angry, annoyed, or exasperated. Leo and Cass both looked beyond agitated and Daphne was glaring at the shut door. Blaise was looking at him like he couldn't believe that conversation had just happened.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Blaise demanded. "She's a mudblood!"

"I know that," Harrison said in a tone one would use to speak to a toddler. "I also know that I shouldn't ostracize her just because of that. My father told me to make as many friends as I can so we can turn them to his side. You know that as long as a muggleborn is smart or powerful my dad is willing to let them into his ranks, albeit grudgingly. The way she was talking it seems like she at least has a decent level of intelligence. I'd like to see if my hunch is correct before calling her a mudblood up and down the train corridors. Or do you not remember your parents telling you to try turning people to our side?"

"I know," Blaise snapped before sighing. "I just don't like mudbloods you know that, and none of you do either."

"I know," Harrison said in understanding. "But we have to do what we have to do. If she turns out to be an idiot I give you permission to do whatever you want to her, you can even call her a mudblood every day if you want. Just wait until we see what she's like, we need as many people on our side as we can get." He turned to Cass who he knew would be the most hostile. "Can you play nice."

Cass scowled. "If I must."

After that the ten future Slytherins broke into two groups. The boys pulled out gobstones and the girls pulled out several magazines. They talked about what classes they were looking forward to and which classes they were dreading. Jenna complained for five minutes about not wanting to go to Herbology while Theo went on for twice that long about looking forward to Charms. They passed neat fields, woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills. After awhile it became dark. Harrison could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train even seemed to be slowing down.

A voice echoed through the train. "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

They all came dressed in their uniforms so, all they needed to do was put away everything they had taken out. Harrison opened up his trunk and stowed away his gobstones while everyone else packed their stuff. Draco piled all of his leftover sweets into his trunk and Tracey grudgingly put her magazine away. Harrison pulled out his wand and cast a heating charm, it was a spell his father taught him a few weeks ago.

"Can you cast the heating charm on me?" Daphne asked as she pulled her cloak tighter around her body.

"Yeah," Harrison waved his wand and soon his other friends were asking for him to do the same to them.

Once everyone was warm they joined the throng of students in the corridor. Harrison and his friends ended up near a group of seventh years with Hufflepuff badges on their robes. Leo sneered at them and Harrison quickly gave him a stern look. He internally sighed, several of his friends weren't going to make befriending muggleborns and Hufflepuffs easy. He wasn't any happier than they were about the prospect of spending time with muggle raised students, but he knew he didn't have a choice.

The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harrison rolled his eyes at the shivering students, had no one heard of heating charms, even if you can't do them yourself just ask your parent or a prefect. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students; Harrison saw a giant of a man, about eight feet tall with a large black beard, and small beetle eyes yell out, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Harrison and his friends made their way over sneering. "C'mon follow me, any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Fir's years follow me! I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Groundskeeper here at Hogwarts."

"Is that man safe to be around children?" Pansy asked rudely.

"I don't think so," Draco drawled as he stepped over a puddle.

Slipping and tumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harrison thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. Harrison pushed down a rude remark and a cruel sneer, he couldn't believe anyone could be so wimpy. If he had a toad he would've been happy to lose it.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," the giant said. "Jus' round this bend here."

There was a loud "Oooooooh!" Harrison rolled his eyes, yes it was beautiful, but he wasn't about to gush over it.

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a 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!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harrison, Draco, Blaise, and Leo took one boat while Daphne, Tracey, Cass, and Pansy took another. Jenna and Theo ended up sharing a boat with some of the ten future Slytherins other friends, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein. Terry had brown hair and eyes while Anthony had the opposite, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Everyone in?" Shouted Hagrid 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 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.

Harrison was staring at the half giant as the boats continued the journey to the castle. Someone had told him something about Rubeus Hagrid he just couldn't remember what and it frustrated him. He had an exceptional memory and he rarely forgot things, he was about to stop thinking about it when he remembered where he heard the name. His father had spoke of him before, Hagrid was the one who his father framed for the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. Harrison suppressed a snort, people thought that oaf was the heir of Slytherin? He didn't know whether to laugh or bang his fists against his head.

"Heads down!" Hagrid yelled 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.

"Oi, you there! Is tha' yer toad?" Hagrid asked as he checked the boats as people got out.

"Trevor!" Neville cried blissfully holding out his hands. Draco rolled his eyes, Harrison could almost hear Draco thinking foul thoughts towards the toad-less boy and had to suppress a laugh at the look on his face.

"I wonder what he would do if his toad were to have an accident," Cass said in a hushed tone.

"He'd probably never stop crying," Leo said with mock concern causing Blaise to chuckle.

Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid'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? You there, still got yer toad?"

Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.