Dear father,

I believe I have managed to gain friendship with Harry. He is a somewhat kind boy, but he has an aura of Darkness surrounding him. I think you're right, father. You're always right.

Harry caused harm on that Weasley boy at the train - I do not know why, but he did - I think he used Dark Magic, which was impressive, because it seemed powerful.

The only way I can describe his magic is dark. Dark and powerful.

When attacking Weasley, he also had an Occamy with him. I didn't inquire much about it, but it was very obvious that it was Harry's.

I also saw a sleeping Snake on his pocket, but didn't comment. I don't know how he managed to sneak the animal in under Dumbledore's nose, but he did it alright. I do think he's very eligible to be a Dark Lord.

Also, Potter was with this other boy. He's a Scamander. A bit noisy, and I think he sides with the light side. But he would be a great ally, wouldn't he, father?

Newt Scamander is his grandfather, and he's a pureblood.

In the boats, we also met this other boy, Nico Flamel. I felt a powerful aura of magic around him, too. The Flamels are in the Sacred Twenty-Eight Purebloods, aren't they? We've talked to him for awhile, too, and I've learnt about his great grandfather, Nicolas Flamel.

He did sound familiar. I think I've read about him somewhere on the library at home. Flamel was immortal, now six hundred years old. Nico Flamel was sorted into Slytherin.

And do not worry, father, I was also sorted into Slytherin, with Theo, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaize, and our new friend, Nico.

But Potter's house - it really surprised me and the others.

Potter was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Draco finished scribbling his letter, folding the paper. His eyes scanned the room as he stood up. Crabbe and Goyle were dancing like gorillas, imitating elephant noises. Poor Theo was covering his ears with his two blankets, his face red, looking like he had just swallowed a whole potato. Blaize was laughing at Theo, and Nico... he was reading, ignoring his surroundings.

Reluctantly, Draco pushed the letter to his pocket and walked over to Nico. "Hey. What are you reading?"

The blonde haired boy lifted his glasses and looked at him. His mere look made Draco shiver. There was something about this boy. "A book about Alchemy," Nico said. "the secret to immortality."

From the thickness of the book, Draco thought that the book must have at least eight hundred pages. What was a child doing reading something like this? A book about immortality no less.

When Nico turned back towards reading, he gave one glance towards Crabbe and Goyle, and ran off towards the door.

"Morning, Potter."

Harry looked up to see his fellow Hufflepuff greet him on his bed. Justin, he thought his name was. The curly blonde haired boy tidily sported his uniform. "Morning - what time-"

"It's only six. Don't worry. I just like getting prepared every morning," Justin said, before giving Harry a smile and walking back to his bed.

Harry sat up, groaning. The only ones awake were him and Justin; the others were still snoring to their blanket.

After stretching, Harry took his toiletries and made his way towards the bathroom. He glanced at his pale face. Something was on his eye - while it was not that visible - he felt something lurking in there. Something dark.

Shivering, Harry took off his black pajamas and got one look on his scrawny body - and swiftly made his way into the showers, grimacing. He was all bones, no fat. He wasn't sure that was healthy.

He swiftly made his way towards the shower and started cleaning himself. Memories of the sorting replayed through his head. He was quite shocked when he was sorted into Hufflepuff. They say Hufflepuff is the house of the kind. Then there's Harry, a guy who almost killed Olliviander and the Weasley boy.

Dumbledore had raised an eyebrow at Harry's sorting - it was quite visible to Harry. His fellow Hufflepuff was saying that everyone, including Dumbledore, expected him to be sorted into Gryffindor.

A third year, Cedric Diggory, said that this is one of the best things Hufflepuff had experienced, after the House Cup they won seventeen years ago.

That was the most depressing thing Harry has heard in his life.

Still, Harry intends to change that. He had enterred a house that people consider "weak", and Harry doesn't like being called weak.

He just hoped that Wizards have a much better personality than Muggles, because the people he meets on a daily basis made him want to watch the whole world burn.

Ron Weasley. The name rang in Harry's mind at the potions class he shared with the Slytherins. Justin was next to him, though his seat was scooted away.

The fearful and curious glances aimed at him.

Well, at least he thought it was Ron's fault. He had had a quick chat with Rolf, who had told him Ron had spread rumors about him being a dark lord, and how he had almost killed him.

Apparently McGonagall took ten points from Gryffindor for slander.

But still, people believed the boy. The only thing he could do was scowl at the glances sent his way. That was before Professor Snape entered the room.

With greasy jet black hair, a hooked nose, and dark blue cloak, Harry could only describe him as a bat. An old, greasy bat.

The professor started the class with a roll call, and when he reached Harry's name, he stopped.

"Yes, Harry Potter - our new celebrity," Snape said, glaring at Harry. Harry glared back. "tell me, Potter. What would I get if I added a powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

He had finished reading the potions book, yes, as given his current condition, that was the best way to kill time. But after skimming through, he was sure the Infusion of Wormwood wasn't anywhere in the books.

"I don't know, sir."

"Perhaps it would be smart to read before attending school, Potter," Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "fame clearly isn't everything."

"I've read the books, professor. I haven't-"

"Five points from Hufflepuff for lying, Potter. Now, if you'll-"

"That's not fair!" Harry snapped. "aren't you supposed to remove points fairly?"

After a moment of silence, and Justin tugging at his robes, Snape spoke up again. "Well then, if you want to show off your intelligence - where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

He tried to remember. Yes, he had definitely read about this. Something about a stomach of a... was it a cow? No, that can't be. A goat. Yes, the stomach of a goat.

"The stomach of a goat, professor?"

"Five points from Hufflepuff for cheating," Snape snapped, before opening his mouth to throw in another question.

"But that's not fair!" exclaimed Sally-Anne Perks, a spectacled fellow Hufflepuff. "how is she cheating?"

"Another five points from Hufflepuff."

The Slytherins sniggered, and Harry stood up. The professor ignored him, and chose to write on the board.

"What, Potter?" the professor said after turning back. "want to show off your fame?"

"She didn't do anything wrong," Harry said coolly.

"Did she? Just like your father, you are, Potter. He too was incredibly delusional and arrogant-"

All his anger for Snape - for the rumors going on - had somehow exploded. It was like some part of his mind - it had enraged him further. A part of his soul seemed to hate Snape.

Though he was far away, Harry lifted his hand up, and Snape found himself levitated up by his neck, slammed against the wall.

"If you say one word - one word against my father," Harry said calmly. "you don't know how they died. I know people like you. Bullies."

Snape waved his wand, but the dark mist held his hand back. His fellow Hufflepuffs rushed back, slammed against each other, while the Slytherins watched, their mouths agape. Only Draco was grinning.

"I've heard about you, Professor. People who didn't reach their dreams to be a Potions Master just like you," Harry continued. "I've heard all about you in my short time here. I don't care if I get expelled.

"The only reason why you're still here is because people are scared of you," Harry looked back towards his fellow students. "isn't that right?"

Snape tried to say something, his hands and legs moving frantically. None of the Slytherins of Hufflepuffs said something, giving him a fearful look - all except Draco.

"No one brave enough to stand up to a bully then?" Harry asked, flicking his hand. Snape fell towards the wooden floor. "You wizards are a bunch of kitty-cats."

"Potter - Stupefy!" even while sitting, Snape managed to fire a perfect spell.

Harry needn't deflect it. It barely touched Harry, before the spell exploded. A feeling of dread entered his stomach, before one quick second of Nausea, and Harry blacked out once again.

I need to stop making Harry black out - but it's not because he's shocked or something - it's because of the Obscurial.

Don't think I'm one of those cliche writers who make their characters after a "I'm breaking up with you" line.

Sorry for the very long wait!

I was writing another story - a story unpublished which I have been working on since about a year ago. That book compared to this is honestly like comparing Rowling's works to a Kindergarten boy's writing.

Honestly.

I didn't really plan out too much for this book. All I did was outline the whole story. That's it. I didn't map out the character development, the character's plans - which is horrible. It makes me clueless while writing.

But I'm going to continue writing this. After it's finished, I will then start to edit it, which will probably take much longer than it does to write it.

And also, thanks for the nice comments! I'm a young author who doesn't even speak English daily (it is not my first language), so it's always making me smile when people comment nice things.

Thank you for everything.

Let's hope I can get the next chapter out tomorrow.

Edit: Holy hell, the Author's Note is longer than the story!