Turn Him Evil

When Harry is only one year old, Bellatrix Lestrange kidnaps him off the Dursley's doorstep. For ten years, the Wizarding World had no idea what had happened to their saviour. Until McGonagall sees the Magic Quill writing out a letter to Mr. H. Potter.

Meanwhile, in the Lestrange Estate, Bellatrix and Rodolphus are accidentally redeeming themselves in the eyes of the fandom; While the Wizarding World has spent the last ten years searching for the Boy Who Lived, they've spent them training him to be the most powerful Death Eater in existence; while also teaching him to be kind and sweet to those who deserve it, not to mention spoiling him rotton.


6. Chapter Six

"Excuse me?" a red-headed boy poked his head into the compartment Harry and Draco were sitting in. "Do you mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full." 

"Not at all." Draco gestured to the seat across from him. "What's your name?" 

"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." Ron introduced himself as he sat down. "Who're you?" 

"Draco Malfoy." Draco said. 

"Harry Potter." Harry held out his hand to Ron. 

"Woah! Harry Potter?" Ron asked, shaking Harry's hand. "I didn't know you were still alive, much less in my year at Hogwarts!"

"Yes, it turns out that a lot of people thought I was dead." Harry shrugged. "I didn't know, though. I didn't have a lot of interaction with people other than mine and Draco's families until today." 

As the boys talked, another pair of first years were walking up and down the train. 

"Have you seen a toad?" was their constant question. "Neville here's lost his. Has anyone seen a toad?" 

Finally, they reached the compartment at the very back of the train, where the three boys sat talking. They entered together.

"Excuse me?" one of them, a girl with very bushy hair and slightly over-large front teeth, interrupted their conversation. "Have any of you seen a toad anywhere? Neville's lost one." 

She gestured to the boy next to her, a rather plump, kind-faced boy. 

"We haven't seen one, no." Harry shook his head. "We'd be happy to help you look, though." 

"Oh, that would be excellent." the girl smiled at him. "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way. What're your names?" 

"Ron Weasley." Ron introduced himself. 

"I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco shook her hand. 

"Harry Potter." Harry also shook her hand. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Hermione gave them a small smile. "Shall we find the toad now, then?" 

"Of course." Harry, Ron, and Draco stood and left the compartment. 

After searching the train multiple times, Harry hurried up to Neville. 

"Neville! I found him!" Harry opened his hands, revealing a large toad. 

"Trevor!" Neville exclaimed, taking the toad from Harry. "Thanks, Harry!" 

"No problem." Harry gave a smile and small shrug. "Hey, um, do you and Hermione want to come sit with Ron, Draco, and me?"

"I'd love to." Neville said. "See what Hermione thinks." 

Once the group met up again back outside Harry, Ron, and Draco's compartment, Harry reiterated his question, this time to Hermione. 

Hermione glanced at Neville, and then back at Harry. "Okay." 

With the trio growing to five, the remaining hours of the train ride melted away in a flurry of talk and laughter. 


"Granger, Hermione!" McGonagall called out Hermione's name, and a look of pure terror overtook her face. 

"You'll be fine, Hermione." Harry muttered, giving her an encouraging smile. 

She looked at him, apparently trying to look calm and confident and failing miserably. 

"Go on." Ron nudged her gently. 

Hermione slowly walked up to the stool, and sat down. Before long, the Hat had reached it's decision. 

"Gryffindor!" it shouted. 

Hermione took the Hat of and scurried off towards the Gryffindor table, a look of relief on her face. 

The next Gryffindor, to his own intense surprise, was Neville Longbottom. A look of disbelief spread across his face, and then happiness as he hurried over to sit next to Hermione. 

The name immediately after Neville's was Draco Malfoy. 

"Good luck." Harry muttered. 

"Thanks." Draco whispered. "And you too, on your turn." 

The Hat took forever to decide on Draco's House. They had well passed Hatstall; they were nearly at eight minutes when finally, finally, the Hat made it's decision. 

"Gryffindor!" it shouted. 

Draco took the Hat off, and gave Harry a look that mirrored Harry's own; extreme disbelief, and worry that Harry would not follow him. 

Harry was on pins and needles from that moment on, until at last, McGonagall called his name. 

"Potter, Harry!" 

Whispers swept through the Hall, and Harry realized that McGonagall must not have told anyone other than Dumbledore that he was still alive. 

Harry walked up to the Hat, and suddenly became immensely aware of the fact that his knees were shaking. As were his hands. So he clenched his hands into fists and locked his knees, before realizing it was hard to walk with locked knees. So he unlocked them and just hurried to the stool. 

Hm. A little voice in his head said. Difficult. Very difficult.

"It shouldn't be." Harry muttered under his breath. "Just put me with Draco." 

Gryffindor does seem like a likely option... the Hat mused. But Slytherin is equally likely...

"Well, if you're not sure, you might as well go with Gryffindor." Harry muttered savagely. "Where my brother is." 

Very well. The tone the Hat was using made Harry very sure that if a hat had shoulders, this one would have been shrugging them. 


The loudest cheer yet erupted from the Gryffindor table, and Harry, feeling weak with relief, took the Hat off and hurried to slide into the seat by Draco, Hermione, Neville, and Ron. 

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