A/N: Woah! Long chapter. Consider it as an early New Year's gift. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of reviews i got so thanks! And thumbs up to "Emerald Eyes of Flame", my 100th reviewer. Answers to a few questions before we continue:

-Lily's behaviour some might see as odd, but the reason i can come up with is that she knows that John is eventually going to kill or be killed by Voldemort. For a mother that is extreme and hence her extra love to join and in consequence neglect of Harry. And i needed both his parents' neglect to make him dark in the future.

-a lot of people want him to get revenge, a bit of that in this chapter but more when he actually grows up a little

Flying Lessons

Harry stood next to his broom as every kid was saying 'up!'. Flying lessons with the Gryffindors. He should have recognized the signs earlier. The way John was looking at him and the way Draco Malfoy was looking at him.

When everybody else had their broom in their hands, Harry bent down to pick his own. He could fly a broom but couldn't summon it from close range like wizards could. Oh well, at least he could fly it. He had always been envious of John for that.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle as most kids kicked off. Everybody began to fly on their own without considerable difficulty. Harry himself was feeling quite comfortable flying at a steady and slow speed. It was then that a Slytherin fell down although it looked like he faked it.

He was now carrying what looked to be a broken arm. Harry knew it wasn't broken but Madam Hooch was convinced by the amount of crying the boy was doing. She picked him up and started towards the Hospital wing. "I've placed a barrier around the pitch and make sure you don't fly too fast." With that she was gone.

From the large distance, Harry could almost swear he saw the injured Slytherin boy winking at him as he was taken towards the castle. He didn't have much time to contemplate it as almost as soon as Madam Hooch was gone, he saw from the corner of his eye a red light heading towards him. Instinctively, Harry moved out of the way and turned to face his attacker. John Potter.

Harry was about to say something to John when he felt his dagger in the inside of his robe vibrate a little. Once again instinctively, Harry moved out of the path and turned to see a spell where he had been moments ago. Harry saw that this time, the attacker was Draco Malfoy. Not questioning the response of his dagger or anything, Harry leaned on his broomstick and shot towards the other end of the pitch just as John released another spell.

The hexes were even more dangerous when he was a broom because he might end up falling down. Harry thought of heading towards the ground but knew he would be slower on the ground. Nevertheless Harry inched closer towards the ground. By now both Malfoy and John were headed towards him spells ready.

Harry ducked and dived under both spells but Malfoy and John were ready for more. By this time, most of the slytherins had also joined with Malfoy. Most were aiming spells at him. Letting instincts take over, Harry ducked, dived, barreled, rolled whenever he felt the need. Dodging all over the pitch, not one spell had hit him yet.

Snape looked at Harry Potter from the owlery, and started to observe. He knew what the first year slytherins had planned, he had clearly read it in Malfoy's mind. He was impressed with the flying of Harry Potter, to say the least. But he knew it wouldn't last forever. Amused, he patiently observed what would happen to Potter when the first spell hit, and everything after.

It wasn't until five minutes that Harry Potter was hit with a simple spell that knocked a person back a step. On the broom this would be dangerous. Malfoy smirked seeing his spell hit. "Oi Potter! one point to Slytherin for the hit" He yelled at John.

Harry barely caught himself on the broom and straightened himself only to be hit with another similar spell. This time Harry was not so lucky and was left halfway off the broom. "Take that Malfoy! One point to Gryffindor!" John called out.

By now most of the Gryffindors and Slytherins were in on the "game". Gryffindors were thinking of it as a way to curse a Slytherin while the slytherins were cursing him for being a squib. Of course with John and Draco, it was personal enmity.

Harry managed to get himself back on the broom but shot forwards without looking back. When he reached the end of the quidditch pitch, he felt his broom coming to a stop, it would go no further.'Damn that barrier!'

But he had no more time to think as spells were heading towards him. Making a half loop, he headed back upside down towards the crowd of students. Twisting himself upright, Harry smirked as an idea formed in his mind.

The students were surprised to see Harry coming towards them rather than going away from them. They immediately started sending spells. Harry dodged spells until he was in the center. From here he shot straight up. Spells crossed from where he was in the center and ended up hitting most of the students themselves.

Some students fell off their brooms while most landed purposely, being hit by a spell or another. Harry looked down to see half of the students now out of the "game". The other half were coming straight towards him.

Another swirl through the students ended up with only a quarter of the students remaining. Though Harry by that time was sprouting a scarred back from a nasty hex, along with boils on both of his legs. Harry contently ignored the irritation and pain, knowing that now not the time for that. His back was bleeding lightly and Harry knew he needed to get to the hospital wing soon.

Harry knew that John and Draco were the main attackers and if he took them out, the fight would finally end. Using his broom's maximum speed Harry headed towards Draco. He shot straight into Draco, but he already had his fist out which connected with Draco's stomach and Harry could hear the bones break. Draco convulsed in pain while Harry's dagger alerted him of another spell. Arcing around Draco, Harry headed straight towards John. The spell aimed for him ended up hitting Draco.

Harry didn't even turn to look back as he was heading towards John. John now knew the danger and shot off. Harry gave chase but he had to admit, that John was a good flyer. Luck was on his side this time as Harry felt the barrier approach and hence John stop. Harry didn't even stop to consider anything before landing a punch straight into John's face. John's nose broke and blood started seeping out.

By this time Harry heard a furious roar "STOP!". He turned to see a furious looking Snape standing there. Harry just smiled, his back was bleeding and he was feeling light headed. He glanced once at Snape who was staring straight at him before he lost consciousness.

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Harry woke up that night in the hospital wing and grimaced as he felt pain in his back trying to sit up. Where Draco learned such a curse and at such a young age, he didn't know. Though he knew that Lucius Malfoy was probably a deatheater, judging by his James's ramblings that he used to hear.

He glanced over at the next bed and saw John with a bandage over the nose. It would probably be fixed by morning but Harry had still felt really satisfied taking out his frustration on both John and Draco. He knew he'd get punished for that though, having no idea what was going on in the headmaster's office.

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Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts:

"What happened Albus?" Lily Potter asked, the question of the day. Albus turned to look at Snape. "I'm afraid only Severus can answer that question." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows to indicate Snape to start.

Everybody, that is Lily, James, Minerva and Albus turned towards Snape. Snape smirked at them all, oh how he was going to love telling this. "I was looking from the owlery, Well it all started with a slytherin boy being injured, the work of Gryffindor's probably." Minerva was about to say something but Albus shushed her with a raise of hand. Snape knew that it was all a plot but he wasn't about to make his slytherins look bad.

"Then Madam Hooch took the boy to the Hospital wing, and set up a boundary around the pitch. And that's where the fun began." Snape drawled. "It seemed that the golden boy already had some plans and as soon as Harry was in the air, he and some friends of his started cursing Harry. I admire the boy for his flying though, he went ten minutes, dodging and showing excellent skill on a broom without getting a spell on him."

"Enough of Harry's flying abilities, on with the incident!" James snapped abruptly. Snape raised an eyebrow at James. Potter was not happy to hear about his son's flying abilities. Maybe it was the son that James wasn't interested in. Ha! Even the lightest of families could be so prejudiced, i never knew.

"Am I to understand that your slytherins played no part in this?" Minerva huffed. Albus raised his eyebrows as if expecting Snape to answer truthfully.

Snape nodded, knowing that he couldn't lie in front of Albus. "Yes, they got involved in it. Almost every first year was throwing spells at Harry by that time." Snape continued but was cut off by Lily. "The Slytherins should be expelled for this!" Snape noticed that she hadn't spoken up when he had started with John.

"Anyways..."Snape continued "..Harry Potter then thought of a very brilliant tactic, a sign of his cunning no doubt. He went straight into the crowd of students sending spells his way. I would say a slytherin plan masked by gryffindor foolishness." Minerva objected to it but was once again silenced by Albus.

"Naturally, the dumb students ended up hitting each other, though Harry didn't come out of it unscathed either." Snape grimaced at the mental image of what followed. "Anyways, i knew this was getting out of control so i summoned my broom and flew over there."

"Now Harry was injured and he probably wanted to take out the main people behind the assault." Snape cringed mentally at the image of Draco getting hurt. "He flew at top speed straight towards Draco Malfoy and punched him straight in the chest, which results in Draco being in the hospital wing. And Harry was injured by the spells which is why he is in the hospital wing." Snape finished his account. 1...2...3 Snape counted mentally.

"WHAT!"James stood up. "What happened to John, why is HE in the hospital wing?" James roared.

"I must've forgotten." Snape continued innocently. Then smirked at James which seemed to infuriate James further. "Well...Harry turned towards John and flew straight at him. John flew away like a coward and Harry gave chase. John had probably forgotten about the boundary and was slowed down as it approached. Harry meanwhile approached him and punched him in the face, like he deserved in the first place, I think his nose was broken and he was bleeding by the time I reached there." Snape smirked at James again.

"Oh no" Lily gasped. James meanwhile was angry and headed out straight towards the hospital wing.

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Harry sat in the library and sighed as he remembered the last day's events. He slowly rubbed his hand on his face where his father had slapped him. Well, he couldn't have expected to get away with called his father a "bloody fool". Though Snape had seemed amused leaning against the doorway. His father had then slapped him for the first time in his life. His punishment as his father announced, as if the slap wasn't enough, was that he wasn't allowed home for christmas. His mother had then told him that she would convince his father to change his decision. After a quick hug, she had left but hadn't returned after that.

But despite what his father said, he was going to board the Hogwarts express at the start of winter break. Then he had some errands to go on. Hopefully, no one would notice. (As if!)

This has gotten too far. I can't possibly call those fools parents anymore. Dotting over John like the sun shines out of his ass.

He had started looking ways to imitate spells in some muggle fashion since then. He knew potions would play a part. But other than spiking their drinks, how was he to use potions? There had to be some other way to use potions as an offense.

He was already treading on dangerous ground he knew. Sleeping in the dungeons with all those snakes. Snakes! They were another option but he didn't want to use them. It would only draw him under suspicion and he wanted to keep a low profile for now. He knew how people viewed parselmouths, he had read up on them during the first week.

Back to the matter at hand. Due to some sneaking around using his invisibility cloak, he knew the older slytherins were now going to get involved. And though he could possibly face the younger ones, he knew he was nowhere near ready to face an OWL or NEWT level slytherin.

Finally, he found something in a book in the restricted section. ( the advantages of having an invisibility cloak)

The Injection of Potions in Blood:

Although Potions are effective when they are drunk, it is nothing compared to the effect when they are injected directly into the blood. When Potions are drunk, only a tenth of the Potion is taken by the blood (the intended effect) so when a Potion is injected in the blood, it will thus be ten times more effective than drinking it. Which is why healers inject Potions in the blood using muggle technology (syringes) for very serious condition patients.

There are some potions which cannot be injected in blood like the Polyjuice potion, animagus potion and quite a few others. Similarly, there are some Potions which can not be drunk, they are directly injected in blood. These are called blood potions and they have been banned for over a century.

Ancient wizards injected potions with the worst kind of poisons into the blood. Unlike drunk potions, the effect of injected potions is immediate (unless the potion has a naturally delayed effect). Also used were torture potions which are also banned and a person even found in possession of one is sentenced for life to Azkaban.

Although many wizards find it difficult to inject potions in blood, it is infact easier. Though i will not speak of other options, the most commonly used one is the use of a blade. Blades naturally soak magical potions and hence it is difficult to see if there is any potion on it. I will however speak of a potion which is used to identify poisons (or other potions) on a blade...

Harry copied the potion (ingredients and method) to reveal poisons on a piece of parchment. He had always felt something in his dagger. As if it held magical secrets. First was when it had taken him out of a body-bind on his first night. And then at the flying classes, it acted as a magical alert.

Harry shut the book as he heard Madam Pince approach the restricted section. As Harry went back to his dorm to put his cloak back in his trunk, he thought about other ways to inject a potion in blood. Still questioning himself Harry opened his trunk.

He put his cloak on the bottom of the trunk, beneath all his cloaks when his hand brushed something. Harry withdrew it and mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. DARTS!

From that day onwards, Harry would take his darts and dart board out with him in all of his morning runs. After his morning runs and exercises, he would stick the board somewhere and start throwing darts, aiming to increase his accuracy and speed of throwing.

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At dinner, the next day, Harry was called by Snape to come to his office by seven. So Harry found himself treading silently towards Snape's office. Walking only in shadows, looking ahead before turns, Harry found himself finally at Snape's office.

He was called in when he knocked and saw Snape sitting on his desk and another student, fifth year by the likes, sitting in a chair. Harry, at Snape's gesture took the other chair.

"Mr. Potter, this is Marcus Flint, captain of the Quidditch team. And after looking at your skills last Friday, I would like for you to join the quidditch team." Snape stated.

"What!" Flint yelled but was silenced by a look from Snape. Harry nodded, feeling very happy inside. "Yes, thankyou professor!" Snape nodded in his direction before turning to Flint.

"Flint, he is your new seeker, and mark my words, If I find anyone has hexed him during practices, they will find themselves facing my wrath." Snape barked.

"Understood?" He questioned both of them. When both nodded, he informed them of the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match three days before the christmas holidays and dismissed them both.

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Harry was stunned, he couldn't believe his good luck. He was accepted on the quidditch team, the youngest seeker in a century. And best of all, there wouldn't be a repeat of the friday fiasco. He was under no delusions however, the beaters were still allowed to send bludgers his way, and in a way he was hoping they'd do that. He was willing to challenge himself that far.

Harry quickly hid behind a suit of armor as he saw a few fifth year slytherins approaching. It was a good thing too as they had their wands in their hands. After the friday episode, Draco had left him alone, while John was busy with his own things. Along with Granger and Weasley, they were investigating something by the looks of it. John was also probably under instructions from his parents to leave him alone too.

By Breakfast the next day, it seemed the whole school knew of his acceptance into the slytherin quidditch team. Everybody was chatting loudly about it. The Gryffindors were the loudest, taunting the slytherins of how low their standards had gone. The Slytherins were angered but couldn't do anything under the fierce gaze of their head of house.

After breakfast, Harry had a run in with John. "So Harry, the slimy git may be mistaken but I know you can't match me in quidditch, after all, I was taught by James Potter, 'extraordinary gryffindor play' himself." John puffed proudly.

"I'm sorry, I was under the impression that James joined the Gryffindor team in his 'second' year. I'd be hardpressed to keep up with that wouldn't I, after all, being the youngest seeker in a century, I beat father by...a year i suppose." Harry smirked at the expression on John's face and left him gaping after him.

"Dad'll hear about this Harry, and he won't be pleased." John called after him. "See if I care!" Harry replied before going out of the great hall.

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Harry took a seat at the back of the last lesson, Potions, for the day. It was Halloween and everybody was eager to get to the feast. Harry couldn't help but wonder how it was that he had survived till Halloween without getting any major injuries. Of course he had to regrow bones in both his legs...thrice, spent a day that he couldn't think a coherent thought due to some hex, was forced to vomit whenever a particular slytherin seventh year was near (effects of a curse) and last but not the least tripped twice on the stairs and ended up breaking one organ or the other. But overall considering most slytherins had grown up learning dark arts, it was as if they were leniant.

Harry knew they didn't want any permanent injury on him lest their "seeker" ended up in the hospital wing during the quidditch match. Speaking of quidditch, his practices had gone well for the most part and he couldn't help but think that even though the beaters aimed bludgers at him more than anyone else, his flying was improving. He judged his flyings on the time it took for the first bludger to hit and the number of bludgers that hit. Amazingly, he had gone through the last practice without getting hit, a feat which even earned him a complement from Flint.

His free time was divided between looking up potions and any curse/spell related to the potionin the library and brewing those potions in any empty room he found in the dungeons. He stocked up on all his potions, some he made more than other. He knew that Professor Snape knew he brewed potions in his free time, but it seemed that his head of house had given him free reign to do so. He also had yet to try his "injecting potions into the blood using darts" theory.

Snape called everyone to attention and Harry was brought out of his musings. "Today, we will be brewing a potion usually taught during your third year. Though i expect most of you to just blotch it up, there are some who are capable of brewing it." Here Snape looked at Harry.

"It is a potion that allows quidditch balls to neglect air resistance. So no matter how windy the weather is, quidditch balls are never affected. They also slow down of their own accord, the air has no effect on them whatsoever. The instructions are on the board. You may start."

Harry knew what this meant. This was a way from Snape to congratulate him on making the quidditch team. Harry nodded at Snape and started with the potion. It was fairly tricky and by the end of the class, only Harry had a perfect potion. Snape nodded at him before turning to the rest of the class. "It seems as if you are all no more competent than the normal bunch of incompetents I get. Class Dismissed." Snape drawled.

When every body was out, Snape turned to see Harry coming towards him. "Class is dismissed ." Snape explained.

"I know Sir, I just wanted to ask a few questions about the potion." Harry replied. At Snape's nod, he continued, "How is the potion applied to the quidditch balls and will it work for other objects as well?" Harry asked.

"The balls are dipped into the potion and left in it for at least an hour. And yes it will work for all objects though heavier objects require more time in the potion and lighter objects require less time. The snitch for example requires fifteen minutes." Snape explained.

"Yes Sir, and Thankyou" Harry said hoping Snape would get the hidden message. It seemed Snape was not head of Slytherin for nothing as his eyes narrowed, meaning he got the message.

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A/N: Next chappy: The Halloween feast...the first quidditch match...and start of Harry's detour at the holidays.

Anyways thanks for reading and please drop a review!