Previously on 'Harry Potter: The Bl

Previously on 'Harry Potter: The Black Lord'

Harry smiled to himself – mystery number one was solved. A glance at an old clock that he found in his mother's trunk and that was probably enchanted so that it wouldn't stop told him that it was already midnight. Harry yawned quietly and stuffed the diary under his pillow. After putting out the candle the green eyed boy curled on his side and slowly nodded off into the realm of dreams.

On with the story.


CHAPTER FOUR.

The rest of the summer went on in a similar fashion. Having finished his homework with the help of the new text books, Harry had plenty of free time. He found it strange, that when he was alone he liked spending time reading, but whenever Ronald was around Harry always picked goofing off over studying. Well, he promised himself, this year would be different. He, unlike Ron, was an heir and soon to be Lord of two very rich families, as well as another even more ancient and one not very known but none the less very wealthy family.

The Family Tree which was hanging on the wall at this point seemed very interesting to Harry and he wanted to know more about the people on it. He recalled Sharpclaw telling him that he would be in charge of the Black family. The books he bought on laws and traditions helped a lot. Even though Harry didn't exactly understand all the things he read about, he made sure to remember all of them and maybe ask some purebloods at Hogwarts about the things that confused him… or maybe even write mister Malfoy and ask him, after all that would be less awkward than asking people his own age.

'Well, tomorrow I'll finally go back to Hogwarts…' – thought Harry, as he placed his mother's journal, the photo album Hagrid gave him and his invisibility cloak into the trunk. His old trunk was still in the cupboard under the stairs but since he had everything he needed in hand, he decided not to remind the Dursleys of his presence in their house.

'I really need to figure out what to do about Ron. It's true that they're taking money for keeping tabs on me… my money at that. No way am I going to forgive them for that. But what if I break things up with Ron and Dumbledore chooses someone else? I guess better a spy I already know about than someone else entirely. On the other hand – how am I supposed to mend fences with Malfoy if I'm still friendly with Weasley? I guess this calls for some Slitherin manoeuvring.'

With nothing better to do, Harry spent the day lounging about. He spent a few hours picking out the outfit for the next day, wanting to start the new school year presentably. He also noticed that his hair was slowly becoming more manageable, which in itself was a blessing. Without his glasses on Harry could see that the shape of his eyes and mouth were certainly from his mother. Young Potter also was pleased to note that he was finally beginning to look like a proper 12 year old boy, not some nine or even eight year old kid.

Of course he had no idea how much his looks would change over the course of the next year, but he was glad that it was a long process rather than an abrupt change that would be much more noticeable and harder to explain.


The next day saw Harry practically skipping away from Privet Drive as soon as the sun rose. He ordered Hedwig to meet him at the castle and thus only had an empty cage, which he placed atop the half-sized trunk. He was really glad that this trunk looked more like a muggle trunk in its' shrunken state, it even had small wheels, which made it easier to move around than the typical wizarding trunk it actually was underneath the spells.

'Finally,' – thought the boy as he caught a cab to Kings' Cross – 'No more Muggles for the year. Wish I find a place to stay during the summer holidays that would be really wizard.'

During the drive to the station, Harry busied himself with looking at the city, since he never really saw much of it before. And if he was honest with himself, and he most certainly tried very hard to be just that, London, or at least its' muggle part did not impress him. And he knew perfectly well that he was quite impressionable, what with having to grow up in a cupboard. As he looked out of the windows at the passing buildings and streets all he saw was more and more muggles. He wondered how many of them were like Vernon and Petunia and how many others would become like them if they knew about magic. This train of thought brought him somewhere unexpected – he began thinking about Voldemort. Potter's first reaction was to shudder and switch to something more pleasant, like the dressing down Ronald got from Lucius Malfoy, but then he paused and frowned as another thing that should have been obvious occurred to him. Why the heck did the Dark Lord Voldemort try to kill him? He recalled the tripe Dumbledore told him and his already very low opinion of the headmaster dropped even lower. He realized that everything he's been told was that Voldemort killed his parents and tried but failed to kill him. He knew absolutely nothing about the man. Did he truly want to kill him? Or did it have more to do with his parents? What did being a Dark Lord mean? Did it mean anything real, or was it just a fancy title? Who was Voldemort really? What did the man try to achieve?

The boy was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice that they arrived at the station. With a sheepish smile he paid for the ride and hurried off to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. It was still very early, somewhere around 9 and so the platform was practically empty, which was not surprising since the train was scheduled to leave at 11. Even though it was quite early, the train itself was already at the station, so Harry boarded at once and sat down in one of the compartments that were usually left empty, since they were between those traditionally occupied by the Slytherin house and those of the Gryffindor house.

He placed his trunk on the seat next to him, since he really didn't want any company and pulled out one of his new books on Potions. This one was called 'Your basic Potion Ingredients and how to work with them'. Mr. Blotts was rather surprised when Harry Potter of all people bought a book that children usually read even before going to Hogwarts. He didn't even consider the fact that Harry was raised by muggles. It really annoyed the raven haired boy, but it was a rather common reaction so he tried very hard to not pay it any attention. The young wizard had already finished reading it once and was now just revising the places he couldn't quite remember. After reading the book, he felt like a real idiot. He could have avoiding making an ass of himself in Snape's class if he bothered to pick out some extra reading before his first year, but oh well he'd simply have to work hard to catch up now. This decision made, Harry glanced out of the window and saw that it was almost 11 already. Time sure did fly fast.

He saw Lucius Malfoy say his good byes to his Draco. The Weasleys were also there. Now that he observed all of them from a distance, he could clearly see that the oldest children looked more like their father, while Ron and his little sister definitely took more after Molly. Harry looked at the huge family and decided that just because three of them were in Dumbledore's pocket was not enough reason to shun the lot of them. He figured he could find a way to see if the others shared their siblings' benefits and then decide if he wanted to be friends with the other Weasleys. Until then he would keep his distance but be polite about it.

'I really thought having siblings would make him want to do better, but I guess he thinks being paid money to be someone's friend is a good way to live…' – mused Harry still slightly miffed about Ron spying on him – 'I will have to be careful and not let anyone realize that know he's spying on me… That shouldn't be too hard…'

Finally the train began moving and Harry was still alone in his compartment. If he listened hard enough, he could head Draco laugh with his friends in the next compartment. Oh and there was Ronald stomping past and muttering about snakes taking up too much space. This made Harry snicker softly and wonder if the ginger head would ever grow up, not that he actually cared. Satisfied with the fact that he most likely wouldn't be disturbed Harry went back to reading.


Author's Note: Slightly shorter than the previous one, but I find the initial inspiration slowly drifting away. I would like to thank Kutiepie1 and Tricorvus for the best reviews I've gotten so far, as well as Redstickbonbon and KSIJ.
Let me know what you think of it please. Draco hugs with a Neville on top to those who don't forget to hit the blue button with the 'review' on it =)

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Trước đó vào ' Harry Potter: Chúa đen 'Harry cười cho chính mình-một số bí ẩn đã được giải quyết. Một glance tại một đồng hồ cũ mà ông tìm thấy trong thân cây của mẹ và đó có lẽ say mê để rằng nó sẽ không ngừng nói với ông rằng nó đã là nửa đêm. Harry yawned lặng lẽ và nhồi quyển nhật ký dưới gối của mình. Sau khi đưa ra ngọn nến xanh mắt boy cong về phía mình và gật đầu từ từ vào các lĩnh vực của những giấc mơ.Trên với câu chuyện.CHƯƠNG BỐN.Phần còn lại của mùa hè đã đi trong một thời trang tương tự. Có hoàn thành bài tập ở nhà của mình với sự giúp đỡ của sách giáo khoa mới, Harry đã có rất nhiều thời gian miễn phí. Ông thấy lạ, khi ông một mình ông thích chi tiêu thời gian đọc, nhưng bất cứ khi nào Ronald được xung quanh thành phố Harry luôn luôn chọn goofing ra trong nghiên cứu. Vâng, ông đã hứa với chính mình, năm nay sẽ khác nhau. Ông, không giống như Ron, là người thừa kế và sớm phải Chúa của hai gia đình rất phong phú, cũng như một thậm chí thêm cổ và một gia đình không rất nổi tiếng nhưng không ít hơn rất giàu có.The Family Tree which was hanging on the wall at this point seemed very interesting to Harry and he wanted to know more about the people on it. He recalled Sharpclaw telling him that he would be in charge of the Black family. The books he bought on laws and traditions helped a lot. Even though Harry didn't exactly understand all the things he read about, he made sure to remember all of them and maybe ask some purebloods at Hogwarts about the things that confused him… or maybe even write mister Malfoy and ask him, after all that would be less awkward than asking people his own age.'Well, tomorrow I'll finally go back to Hogwarts…' – thought Harry, as he placed his mother's journal, the photo album Hagrid gave him and his invisibility cloak into the trunk. His old trunk was still in the cupboard under the stairs but since he had everything he needed in hand, he decided not to remind the Dursleys of his presence in their house.'I really need to figure out what to do about Ron. It's true that they're taking money for keeping tabs on me… my money at that. No way am I going to forgive them for that. But what if I break things up with Ron and Dumbledore chooses someone else? I guess better a spy I already know about than someone else entirely. On the other hand – how am I supposed to mend fences with Malfoy if I'm still friendly with Weasley? I guess this calls for some Slitherin manoeuvring.'Với không có gì tốt hơn để làm, Harry đã dành ngày lounging. Ông đã dành một vài giờ chọn ra những bộ trang phục cho ngày hôm sau, mong muốn bắt đầu năm học mới presentably. Ông cũng nhận thấy rằng tóc của ông đã từ từ trở nên dễ quản lý hơn, mà tự nó là một phước lành. Nếu không có kính của mình trên Harry có thể thấy rằng hình dạng của mắt và miệng đã chắc chắn từ mẹ. Trẻ Potter cũng là xin lưu ý rằng ông cuối cùng đã bắt đầu trông giống như một cậu bé 12 tuổi thích hợp, không phải là một chín hoặc thậm chí tám tuổi kid.Tất nhiên ông đã không có ý tưởng bao nhiêu của ông trông sẽ thay đổi trong suốt năm tới, nhưng ông đã được vui rằng nó là một quá trình lâu dài chứ không phải là một sự thay đổi đột ngột sẽ nhiều hơn nữa đáng chú ý và khó khăn hơn để giải thích.Ngày hôm sau thấy Harry bỏ qua thực tế từ Privet Drive ngay sau khi mặt trời tăng. Ông ra lệnh cho Hedwig gặp anh ta tại lâu đài và do đó chỉ có một lồng trống rỗng, mà ông đặt trên đỉnh thân cây có kích thước nửa. Ông đã được thực sự vui rằng thân cây này trông giống như một thân cây muggle trong của nó ' shrunken nhà nước, nó thậm chí có bánh xe nhỏ, mà đã làm cho nó dễ dàng hơn để di chuyển hơn thân cây điển hình dành nó thực sự là bên dưới các phép thuật.'Cuối cùng,'-nghĩ rằng cậu bé khi ông đánh bắt một chiếc taxi để Kings' Cross-' không có những Muggle thêm cho năm. Muốn tôi tìm thấy một nơi để ở lại trong những ngày nghỉ mùa hè sẽ thực sự wizard.'During the drive to the station, Harry busied himself with looking at the city, since he never really saw much of it before. And if he was honest with himself, and he most certainly tried very hard to be just that, London, or at least its' muggle part did not impress him. And he knew perfectly well that he was quite impressionable, what with having to grow up in a cupboard. As he looked out of the windows at the passing buildings and streets all he saw was more and more muggles. He wondered how many of them were like Vernon and Petunia and how many others would become like them if they knew about magic. This train of thought brought him somewhere unexpected – he began thinking about Voldemort. Potter's first reaction was to shudder and switch to something more pleasant, like the dressing down Ronald got from Lucius Malfoy, but then he paused and frowned as another thing that should have been obvious occurred to him. Why the heck did the Dark Lord Voldemort try to kill him? He recalled the tripe Dumbledore told him and his already very low opinion of the headmaster dropped even lower. He realized that everything he's been told was that Voldemort killed his parents and tried but failed to kill him. He knew absolutely nothing about the man. Did he truly want to kill him? Or did it have more to do with his parents? What did being a Dark Lord mean? Did it mean anything real, or was it just a fancy title? Who was Voldemort really? What did the man try to achieve?The boy was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice that they arrived at the station. With a sheepish smile he paid for the ride and hurried off to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. It was still very early, somewhere around 9 and so the platform was practically empty, which was not surprising since the train was scheduled to leave at 11. Even though it was quite early, the train itself was already at the station, so Harry boarded at once and sat down in one of the compartments that were usually left empty, since they were between those traditionally occupied by the Slytherin house and those of the Gryffindor house.He placed his trunk on the seat next to him, since he really didn't want any company and pulled out one of his new books on Potions. This one was called 'Your basic Potion Ingredients and how to work with them'. Mr. Blotts was rather surprised when Harry Potter of all people bought a book that children usually read even before going to Hogwarts. He didn't even consider the fact that Harry was raised by muggles. It really annoyed the raven haired boy, but it was a rather common reaction so he tried very hard to not pay it any attention. The young wizard had already finished reading it once and was now just revising the places he couldn't quite remember. After reading the book, he felt like a real idiot. He could have avoiding making an ass of himself in Snape's class if he bothered to pick out some extra reading before his first year, but oh well he'd simply have to work hard to catch up now. This decision made, Harry glanced out of the window and saw that it was almost 11 already. Time sure did fly fast.He saw Lucius Malfoy say his good byes to his Draco. The Weasleys were also there. Now that he observed all of them from a distance, he could clearly see that the oldest children looked more like their father, while Ron and his little sister definitely took more after Molly. Harry looked at the huge family and decided that just because three of them were in Dumbledore's pocket was not enough reason to shun the lot of them. He figured he could find a way to see if the others shared their siblings' benefits and then decide if he wanted to be friends with the other Weasleys. Until then he would keep his distance but be polite about it.
'I really thought having siblings would make him want to do better, but I guess he thinks being paid money to be someone's friend is a good way to live…' – mused Harry still slightly miffed about Ron spying on him – 'I will have to be careful and not let anyone realize that know he's spying on me… That shouldn't be too hard…'

Finally the train began moving and Harry was still alone in his compartment. If he listened hard enough, he could head Draco laugh with his friends in the next compartment. Oh and there was Ronald stomping past and muttering about snakes taking up too much space. This made Harry snicker softly and wonder if the ginger head would ever grow up, not that he actually cared. Satisfied with the fact that he most likely wouldn't be disturbed Harry went back to reading.


Author's Note: Slightly shorter than the previous one, but I find the initial inspiration slowly drifting away. I would like to thank Kutiepie1 and Tricorvus for the best reviews I've gotten so far, as well as Redstickbonbon and KSIJ.
Let me know what you think of it please. Draco hugs with a Neville on top to those who don't forget to hit the blue button with the 'review' on it =)