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Before you go further, I have changed what happens in chapter 6 and it will affect the way things go from here. When I first made the story it was just off the top of my head. When I went back, I started seeing it go in a different direction, hence the change. So, go reread that first. Go ahead, I'll wait...

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Done? Good, now you can move on. Enjoy!

Warning: Reference to male/male actions

Lost and Better Off Not Found

Chapter 7

To say the first day of classes was interesting was an understatement. Now that the whole school knew that Harry Potter was officially at Hogwarts, there were lines of students in the hallways waiting to see him. Not that Harry really minded…at first.

When Harry had joined his first new house table, he was bombarded with questions, mostly asking where he had been. He told the truth for the first few days, then after that, he made things up to make things interesting. It mostly consisted of being picked up off the streets to join the circus, picking up a life of crime, being part of the mob, to being a secret assassin. And they soaked it up; it was amazing what these people would believe. One thing that he noticed was that Hermione was a no nonsense type of person and would give him a disapproving look every time he told a different story. But he didn't care, it was funny. Some of his fellow housemates realized what he was doing and were also getting a kick out of it and always listened in to see what he came up with next.

It was starting to get old now though, Harry was thinking he may have to start charging people for his time. But it wasn't just his late arrival or the way he was dressed that people were ogling him for, Harry noticed, it was something else. They were in awe of him and he didn't know what for; he didn't get a chance to ask, yet mostly he just didn't care. Let them stare, he was used to it.

The one whose attention he had, that he did not appreciate was one Draco Malfoy. He had been right on in his assessment during their brief encounter at the train station, he was a spoiled brat and a pompous ass too. Malfoy had apparently not forgotten it either and had spent the first few days sneering at him, before actually introducing himself. But Harry just ignored him, it wasn't worth his time to deal with people like that.

Another person he had gained the attention of was Professor Snape, who he was lucky enough to have as a Potions Professor. The moment he had stepped into the classroom, Snape glared at him and tried to make his time uncomfortable. Not that it worked. Snape started in on him as soon as class started with simple questions that Harry was able to answer no problem thanks to his reading but then started to give him higher level questions that Harry didn't know.

Snape smirked at him when Harry finally stayed silent, "Clearly, fame isn't everything."

"Clearly, you're an asshole," Harry retorted and the class gasped in unison and looked around at each other with wide eyes.

"You will not speak to me like that, Potter," Snape hissed, "10 points from Gryffindor."

"Geez, sorry, but you're acting like one. You know I just got here and yet you expect me to know this?"

"If you spent more time on your studies instead of flaunting around, you would know the answer. 10 more points from Gryffindor."

"Seriously? I literally found out about all of this," he said gesturing around him with a finger, "four days ago."

"That is not my problem."

"Uh, yeah, it is."

"10 more points from Gryffindor for talking back."

"What the hell is your problem? Look, I'm sorry about the other day, but you had that coming."

"20 points from Gryffindor. If you keep this up you will be down to zero," Snape sneered at him.

"Does it look like I care?"

Snape just looked down his nose at him, "Arrogant. Your father-"

"My father?" Harry interrupted in disbelief, "Is that what this is about? I don't even know my father, he's dead. If you had something against him, fine, but don't take it out on me. I have nothing to do with it."

"Do not interrupt me, Potter. Detention!" Snape spat at him.

"Again, don't care," Harry said back.

"I will not have you disrupt my class."

"Me?" Harry gasped outraged, he slammed his hands on the desk and got up, "You are the one who has a stick up your ass and started all of this," he said pointing at him.

"Harry," Hermione whispered tugging on his robe to get him to sit down.

"No," Harry said brushing her off, "I am here to learn and I can't do that if you keep picking on me like a child, professor."

"You would learn if you paid attention," Snape said icily.

"And I would pay attention, if you were actually teaching and not yelling at me," Harry retorted.

"Sit down, Potter, or I will have you thrown out!"

"Then teach me! That's your fucking job isn't it?" Harry snapped back.

"Sit. Down."

Harry sat down and gestured with his hands in a 'go ahead' and crossed his arms to wait, raising an eyebrow expectedly. Snape had just sneered at him and continued his class. After that Snape left him alone. He realized that taking points from him did not work, as he just didn't care (he also gained them back with no problem) and detention seemed the way to go, but Harry had done the impossible and befriended Filch and his cat Mrs. Norris. He had just wanted a little respect and talk about his cat, and Harry had done so and had spent most of his detention sharing his sandwich in the trophy room where he was supposed to be polishing stuff. So Snape just ignored him completely and that suited Harry just fine.

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The rest of his classes went just fine and his professors were happy to help him because he was so behind. And he was able to answer some of the questions they asked and got points for it even if he got them wrong. His housemates didn't hate him too much for losing so many points from Snape when he got it all back, plus some. 10 points here and there added up pretty quick. Plus, he had gained deep respect from all of his classmates because he had stood up to Snape. Everyone was just used to Snape's attitude toward them and just accepted it. But Harry was not like that. He wasn't going to let someone, especially a teacher, boss him around, it wasn't right. But because he did, the whole school thought he was some sort of God. Which Harry wasn't sure was a good thing or not.

The staring was a little distracting, but he mostly focused on his classes and tried to catch up by reading the books he had gotten in Diagon Alley and taking notes and spending lots of time in the library. The library! Holy shit! It was huge and the moment he had walked in he had almost had a literary orgasm and had spent most of his time amongst the shelves, usually in the company of fellow housemate, Hermione and much to her distaste, Luna from Ravenclaw. But he didn't care, he liked Luna with her odd quirks and light airy voice; she was smart too, but then again she was a Ravenclaw.

When he had a break he was called up to the Headmaster's office to discuss his predicament with his sorting. Dumbledore clearly had a discussion with the Sorting Hat, but it had refused to take back his decision, and so Harry was placed in all the houses and it was decided that he would spend a few months in each house. Since he was a late arrival, he would spend two months in Gryffindor, then two in Ravenclaw, two in Slytherin and finish up the year in Hufflepuff. He would decide the order for next year another time. He was also given each of the house ties and introduced to all of his Head of Houses, which Snape was not happy about. He also changed the colored streak in his hair to red to represent his house; he would, of course, change it accordingly.

For the most part, he fit right in with the exception of the Slytherins. They seemed to be taking cues from Draco Malfoy and sneered at him and gave him a hard time but seemed hard pressed not to like him, he was just a likable guy. Plus, Harry made an effort to get along with them, he was going to be their housemate eventually, but he had four months to work on it. But he could tell he was going to have trouble with the blond.

And he was right.

He was in the library with his mixed housemates, Hermione and Neville from Gryffindor, Luna from Ravenclaw, and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff that he met in Herbology, studying and getting help from the others when the blond Slytherin and his two goons found them.

"Well look who it is, Potter and his merry band of misfits," Malfoy stated smugly.

"Guess you fit right in then," Harry replied, not looking up from his assignment.

"I'll have you know I keep a more civilized company unlike your rowdy bunch you keep around you," he sneered.

"Could have fooled me," Harry replied and turned to Hermione to ask her a question effectively ignoring Malfoy.

"Perfect Potter," Malfoy sneered, "You think you are so great just because everyone is giving you special treatment."

Harry sighed and turned his head to him in annoyance, "Really? You're jealous because I need extra help because I am so far behind with having missed out on 4 years of education. Wow."

"I am not jealous!" He hissed at Harry.

Harry arched a brow, "That's the vibe I am getting from you, man. Sooo, if you have nothing to say, I really need to study. Unless you want to join us."

Malfoy turned his nose up at them, "Like I would sit here and contaminate myself. Then again you would feel at home with these…people. You spent time with Muggles and Mudbloods like your mother, you're just as infected."

At the gasps and mutters from his study group, Harry turned to look at them but his eyes settled on Hermione who was looking upset, "What's a Mudblood?"

Hermione looked at him then down at her paperwork as if ashamed, "It means dirty blood. It's foul name for people who have non-magical parents."

"Ah. I see," Harry nodded in understanding, then suddenly swung around and punched the blond in the face. It happened so fast, Malfoy could not do anything and promptly fell back against a shelf in shock. "Call my friends or my mother that again and I will break your face," Harry threatened.

"My father will hear about this," Malfoy spat at him, and turned tail and fled the library, his goons right behind him.

Harry sat back down in a huff, and pulled his papers back toward him, "What the hell is with this dirty blood thing? We all have magic don't we?"

"Yes," Hermione replied, getting over her shock, "But there are some that believe they are tainting their blood by mixing with Muggles and Muggleborns."

"That's just sick. How are they supposed to make new wizards? Sleep with their sister?" Harry looked around at them when they didn't speak up. "You're joking."

"It's fairly common for some families to keep it in house," Neville spoke up, "Although I think it's mostly with second cousins, not sisters."

"So their in-breeders. That's sick," Harry said with a disgusted look.

Hannah snorted in laughter and covered her mouth with a wide eyed look. But that got everyone going until Madam Pince shushed them.

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"Wow. So all of these are from my dad and his friends?"

"Yes. Those four got into all sorts of things during their time here," Filch said.

Harry had come down to the caretaker's office during lunch to share sandwiches and stories of the pranks his father had pulled. And judging by all the write-up slips that filled an entire filing cabinet, there was a lot. "Like what?"

"Too many," Filch said with a mouth full of sandwich.

"First one that pops into your head. Go!"

"They clogged all the toilets in the school for an entire day," he replied.

"Ha! Really? That's awesome!" Harry exclaimed.

"It was not. Such a mess to clean up," Filch said irritably.

"Oh come on Filch. It was a little funny." The caretaker just grumbled into his sandwich. "I'm sure you pulled a little prank here and there when you were in school."

Filch was quiet for a moment before mumbling, "Maybe."

"Ha ha! I knew it," Harry said with a grin. "Bet you got a few ladies back in the day."

"A few," Filch grinned.

"You lady killer," Harry said scratching Mrs. Norris behind the ears as the caretaker puffed in pride. "I bet you have all kinds of stuff in here," Harry commented looking around the stuffy office as he played with his lip ring with his tongue.

"I do. Students bring all sorts of things they ought not to. It causes so much trouble and such a mess for me to clean."

"Hence the confiscation."

"Exactly."

"What kind of stuff do you got?" Harry asked mischievously.

Filch grinned and brought down a box full of confiscated items. It was full of screaming yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and ever-lasting boomerangs along with a bunch of other good stuff. "Wow, you got all the goods," Harry commented as he dug through the box. "Any old test answers, notes, a map…"

"Nah, nothing like that."

"No? Nothing that you confiscated from my father and his friends," Harry asked lightly.

"I'm sure there is some stuff in there that's theirs, but I don't know what exactly."

"Ah okay…" Harry said with an understanding nod, Looks like the map is not here. I'll have to find it somewhere else…Maybe someone has it… "Can I have this?" he asked holding up what looked like an ordinary quill but wrote profanity when he tested it on the back of a form.

"Go ahead…Don't tell anyone," Filch warned.

"I would never," Harry said with mock hurt. "Oh, there's the bell. Gotta go."

"Off with you," Filch said shooing him away, "Thanks for joining me for lunch."

"No prob! See ya!"

As Harry left the caretakers office, he was accosted by a few Slytherins who sneered at him. "Really, Potter. Hanging out with the squib?"

"I don't hate," Harry said with a shrug.

"Disgusting," one of them sneered.

"Mr. Filch," Harry called as he saw the caretaker leaving his office. "The Slytherins are bothering me."

"Off with ya, you lot, or I'll write you up!" Filch yelled raising his fist at them. Harry gave Filch a thankful grin and kept walking up the stairs to class, leaving the Slytherins flabbergasted behind him.

It was nice to have some backing from someone in authority or at least someone who knew the ins and outs inside Hogwarts. But it looked like Filch didn't have the map Sirius had told him about, but it had been a long time since it was confiscated. Someone else may have it or it might have been destroyed. He hoped not.

xxx

"Oh look, it's the savage."

Harry sighed as he heard the now familiar taunting voice. Savage was the new nickname Malfoy had cleverly come up with when he learned Harry had been on the streets for some time and used it whenever he got the chance. It was rather annoying.

"What do you want now?" Harry asked in expatriation. "Isn't there anyone else for you to bug? Or do you just like me?" He made a show of looking him up and down, "I could go for some blond."

Malfoy made a disgusted look, "I wouldn't touch your kind even if I had to."

"Yes, I suppose so. You like touching your own kind, don't you, in-breeder."

"W-What did you call me?" Malfoy asked in outrage.

"You heard me. In-bree-der," Harry said slowly, drawing the attention of students passing by, some of who snickered. "That's how you keep your perfect pureblood right. And you call me the savage."

"We do not!" Malfoy shouted. "Not that you would understand, with your tainted blood. All of you destroying our ways, you're no better than a Mudblood."

"Do you want me to hit you again? I would so love to rearrange your face," Harry threatened.

"You wouldn't dare. You may be the boy wonder, but I can have you thrown out. My father is on the board."

"Ooh. So scared. But is it your father or your uncle, can you really tell anymore?"

"You shut your mouth," he snarled stepping closer to him.

"Better watch out, Malfoy, I'll eat your face," Harry said and made like he was coming for him, making him jump away. "Savage, remember."

"My father will hear of this!" Malfoy said and rushed away, his cronies in tow.

"You know your attitude is a big turn off!" Harry called out to his turned back. Malfoy just threw him a sneer and turned the corner and out of sight.

Someone whistled to his left and he saw Lee Jordan, "Nicely done," he commented clapping slowly.

"Thank you," Harry said with a bow.

"I have never seen him get told off like that and fail to get the last word, that was amazing," a boy with light brown hair said, Harry thought his name was Terry.

"I'll make him my bitch yet," Harry said with confidence and students oohed in glee.

"Sure? He's a little pasty," Lee said.

"True, but he needs to be knocked down a peg or five," Harry said, "But I can also go for some hot chocolate once in a while," he added with a suggestive smile.

"Oh?" Lee asked eyebrows raised.

"If you are offering."

"I might be," Lee said and they went their separate ways.

By the end of the week, Harry had his first lay at Hogwarts, the first of many.

He He, Harry's a little spit-fire in this story, just the way I like him. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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