Chapter Two

Before he knew it, it was time to meet up with his friends to do his school shopping for the following year.

He had somehow gotten his friends to agree to meet on the day of Lockhart's book signing.

He did so because he knew what was to happen and thus how to best take advantage of the situation.

Thus Harry however had prepared thoroughly for this day.

He started off by sending in an anonymous tip to Susan’s Aunt Amelia Bones.

In said tip he told her that Lucius Malfoy is going to attempt to give a cursed artefact to an underaged girl.

All he then had to do was sit back and watch the fireworks explode.

And explode they did.

Lucius and Arthur once more got into a fist fight.

And in the confusion Lucius once more used sleight of hand to drop the replica Diary into Ginny’s cauldron.

Unfortunately for the pompous git Amelia Bones, and Kingsley Shacklebolt were there to witness the event.

Both of them quickly removed the invisibility cloaks they were wearing.

The look on Lucius’ face was absolutely priceless when he realised he was caught in the act.

Thanks to the intrigue the Daily Prophet photographer had in capturing Lucius being hauled off by the two Auror’s Harry also got to avoid the annoying photo op with Lockhart.

As such Harry’s plans had gone off with a complete success.

And all in all Harry was in a rather good mood.

With nothing else to worry about he actually got to enjoy his time with his friends from that point.

And it almost felt like he was an actual kid again.

Doing things that actual kids do.

Going from shop to shop laughing and joking and acting as though he didn’t have a care in the world.

He also purchased himself a Nimbus 2000 which was on discount due to the newly released Nimbus 2001.

And he was thankful he did as it afforded him the opportunity to go flying again.

Something that he loved to do but had been largely ignored since finding himself in the past.

Sure he flew often in his Animagus form.

It was also incredibly different at the same time.

As such Harry enjoyed what remained of his summer holidays.

As before he knew it he was once more boarding the Hogwarts Express for another year at the castle.

Thankfully this year should be one of relative peace and quiet.

Something that would afford him the time he needed to move ahead on his studies without worrying about some potential mystery that could lead to his potential demise.

Soon Harry found himself sat at the Slytherin table enjoying the sorting.

He was especially content as he had missed this one the first time round.

That coupled with how Draco was being rather subdued made it all the more enjoyable.

Harry knew this would afford him the chance to further solidify his position within Slytherin House this year.

Last year was simply about gaining the reputation as being someone they didn’t want to mess with.

But as they say you catch more flies with honey than you do vinegar.

And if he wanted to prevent any of them siding with Voldemort when he returned he needed to do something about it now.

Thus he planned on turning as many away from Voldemort and his followers as he could.

And so the easiest way to do so would be to further ingratiate himself with them.

This proved to be much easier than expected.

When the first training session for the Slytherin Quidditch team was announced Harry signed up to try out for the team.

“What are you playing at Potter?” Draco hissed seeing he had signed up to try out for Seeker.

The position he himself had signed up for.

And using his Fathers money he had purchased the entire team Nimbus 2001’s.

As such Draco assumed he would gain the position without even really having to try out.

Which given nobody else had signed up to try out for that position pretty much proved that point.

Alas unfortunately for Draco Harry wasn’t going to back down.

“Isn’t it obvious I’m trying out for the team” Harry said in a bored tone of voice.

Draco immediately flushed with rage.

“But I’m going to be the new seeker!” He roared.

“Oh really” Harry said in a snarky tone.

“And whatever gives you that impression?” Harry said.

“Just because you paid for them to have new brooms doesn’t mean you can buy your way onto the team. Especially as you can’t hold a candle to my skills” Harry said with a snort.

“You really are arrogant aren’t you Potter” Draco replied.

“Not at all. I’m just aware of how good I am” Harry replied, irritating Draco even more.

“We’ll see about that” Draco said.

“I challenge you to put your Galleons where your mouth is” Draco said.

Harry struggled not to grin.

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He couldn’t believe how easily Draco was manipulated into doing exactly what Harry wanted.

Harry knew that Draco had unofficial say in what goes on with the team due to buying those brooms.

Thus he needed it to appear to be Draco’s idea that Harry get the Seeker spot instead.

And the easiest way in doing that was tricking Draco into betting the spot in some asinine competition.

It didn’t help Draco that he was vastly overestimating his own skills on a broom.

Thus Harry readily agreed.

The competition took place on the first training session the team had.

“Okay so the rules are simple. The first of three seeker duel” Harry said.

Draco nodded before saying “you don’t stand a chance Potter”.

Harry grinned.

“I’m going to make you eat those words” Harry said.

The first duel Harry won handily showing off his superior flying skill.

He easily bested Draco to the snitch in mere minutes.

The second duel Draco tried every dirty trick in the book to unseat Harry from his broom.

Alas it was not to be as Harry once again grasped the snitch.

“That’s two Malfoy. Only one more and the position as seeker is mine” Harry taunted.

“Over my dead body” the irate Malfoy heir said.

Harry grinned “that can be arranged” he said before shooting off on the broom.

Harry acted as though he had quickly spotted the snitch.

Draco in his irate state of mind fell for it and followed Harry.

Harry flew up down side to side before plummeting to the ground.

He pulled up at the last minute.

But unfortunately for Draco he did not.

Thus Harry pulled off a perfect Wronski Feint.

It was safe to say Draco was no longer in any condition to continue.

Thus allowing Harry to grasp the snitch for the third and final time.

“And that’s three” Harry said as he handed it over to Marcus Flint who was watching on in awe.

“I look forward to working with you” Harry said as he draped his broom over his shoulder.

Soon it became known all over Hogwarts that Harry had become Slytherin’s newest seeker.

Unlike last time however he didn’t shy away from the popularity that came with the spot.

He easily took advantage of it and expanded his social circle even more so.

Thus this stage of his plan was a success.

Now all he had to do was slowly turn those he knew would side with Voldemort away from the noseless one.

The first one he turned was none other than Marcus Flint, his Quidditch Captain.

The boys reputation was well known without and out of their house.

And thus getting him on side was going to be the most important step.

And so Harry set about making that a reality.

It occured one evening after Quidditch practice.

Harry and the team were in the changing rooms when suddenly a large snake (one Harry conjured earlier) made its appearance known.

Before any of his teammates could hex the snake Harry hissed at it in Parseltongue.

The result was instantaneous.

The snake focussed on Harry doing exactly as it was told.

Meanwhile his teammates were staring at Harry with a mouth agape look of shock.

“What?” Harry said to his teammates, almost enjoying the expressions they were sending his way.

“You’re a Parseltongue,” Flint said.

Harry nodded.

“Does that mean you are the Heir of Slytherin?” one of the others asked.

“But I thought the Dark Lord was” another replied.

“I’m not sure,” Harry said.

And he was kind of being honest too if not completely.

Afterall in the future he came from he somehow managed to claim it via Voldemort taking in his blood in his resurrection.

And post Voldemort's death, the magic that dealt with bereavements classed Harry as the new Heir.

Harry however wasn’t sure if that magic came back in time with him hence him kind of being honest in his reply.

“But I do know one thing though” Harry said.

The team all stared at him as he paused for dramatic effect.

“I don’t think the Dark Lord is really the Heir of Slytherin.

“How dare you!” One of the older Slytherins yelled.

Harry held up his hands as a sign he meant no harm.

“Just hear me out okay” Harry said.

“You better make this good then” Flint said with a steely gleam in his eyes.

“Okay follow me” Harry said after they had finished getting changed.

He then proceeded to take them all to the trophy room.

And more specifically the one that held the name Tom Marvollo Riddle.

“What’s some Mudbloods name got to do with the Dark Lord?” Asked flint.

Harry struggled not to snap at him for the slur.

But managed to keep his calm in order to continue the presentation.

“Only this” Harry said as he pulled out his wand and began writing Tom's name in the air like his Horcrux self once did.

Before the others could question him further however Harry flicked his wand and the letters rearranged themselves to say “I am Lord Voldemort”

The collective intake of air was kind of impressive.

Harry also took the stupefied expressions as permission to continue talking.

“So you see the supposed Dark Lord was at worst a Muggleborn, at best a Half Blood” Harry said.

“But did he ever tell any of his followers that? No he didn’t” Harry said.

“You would think that would be important as they were supposedly fighting for Pureblood rights” Harry added with venom in his tone.

“Just think” Harry said with a pause.

“All those pureblood families that got wiped out. How many are close to extinction? It was almost like he wanted the Purebloods to die wasn’t it” Harry said.

The anger that emanated from those with him was palpable.

“That son of a Bitch!” Flint roared.

Soon the others followed him in expressing their anger.

“Perfect” Harry thought.

From there it was a simple matter of turning their hatred towards Voldemort and his cause.

Was it manipulative of Harry? It sure was.

Was he kind of following in Voldemort's footsteps? Again definitely.

But did he care? Not really.

After all the less people following Voldemort when he returns the better.

And to do that Harry would do what it took.

And he was certainly going to take advantage of every opportunity that came his way to do so.

So he spent the remainder of the evening talking to his teammates.

He poked and prodded in all the right places.

He also complimented and praised where he should.

As such they swallowed what he had to tell them wholesale.

His message basically boiled down to the fact that all magicals are equal.

It was the distinctions between them that was a lie.

He “proved” this with a few alternative facts easily convincing them that most Muggleborns were actually descendants of squibs that got shunted off into the Muggle World.

He felt bad about doing so but used Hermione as his prime example to them.

After all, having a visible representation aided in learning difficult concepts.

By the time he was done he had them thinking she was a long lost relative of the Dagworth-Grangers.

“So you’re saying there’s no such thing as Mudbloods?” One of the older students asked.

Harry shook his head.

“No it was just another lie by Voldemort while he watched as we tore ourselves apart for his amusement” Harry explained.

He also convinced them they should pity the Muggleborns.

“After all they have our gifts but aren’t raised in our culture. As such it should be up to us to help them learn their place in our world” Harry said earning a nod of agreement from those around him.

All it took was a little convincing on Harry’s part.

And soon he had them all thinking it was their moral responsibility to welcome their Muggle Born counterparts into our world and thus taking them under their wing.

“Only then will they understand and accept our culture” Harry said.

“But you can’t expect them to do so right away. They had grown up with different values to us and it takes patience and kindness not violence and bigotry to convince them we are right” Harry said

His speech went on for some time.

But what was clear to him the following day was that those who listened to him had a whole new outlook on life.

And thus he felt quite proud of himself.

And what else was apparent was the ease in which Harry had done it.

“Guess I learned a lot from Dumbledore in manipulating the young” Harry thought when he saw those he spoke to stare at him with the same kind of reverence he once had for Dumbledore.

And from that day on Harry became the undisputed Prince Of Slytherin.