Harry Potter But AU?

Third's pov

After Harry went to Slytherin, professor McGonagle called Marcus, again there were whispers, but this time it was about the house he should be in and not about who he is, when the hat looked into the boy's future he once again didn't know where to put the boy, as the boy's ambition was to stay loved by the wizarding world could be accomplished in any house the hat decided to eliminate the houses he cannot put the boy in. Slytherin was out, as he didn't see one future where Marcus survives, whether he is killed by accident, a dark lord fanatic, or his own brother, he just won't survive.

Hufflepuff was also out, no matter what he won't become a hard worker and by being placed there he can create a cult, something the hat despises, as it creates boring futures for the next century, just look at Slytherin.

Ravenclaw was the next one out, the boy might have a brain, but he would never study seriously and would affect the entire house, so in seven years it will become a joke.

In the end, the hat chose Gryffindor, which surprisingly was also the house the boy asked, so he said "in that case you should be... GRYFFINDOR."

The entire Gryffindor house started cheering Fred and George screamed "we've got Potter, we've got Potter"

After coming down the sorting continued.

The next few students were much easier, but then professor McGonagle called "Weasley Ronald"

When the hats heard that name he wanted to cry, since the first of the Weasley brothers came everyone of them except Charles was a nightmare of its own.

William and George should've been in Ravenclaw, Fred a Slytherin, and Percy was just like Marcus, it didn't fit anywhere. Every time we had was about to make his decision he could see their mother abandoning them, which is why when Ronald put the hat on he just said "another Weasley? better be GRYFFINDOR"

Lets just say, when the sorting was over the hat was sad he didn't have a digestive system, cause he could really use a drink.

The sorting was over, and everyone waited to eat, after all it was already after 8:00 PM, and they were starving so when Dumbledore stood up beaming at the students almost everyone missed the disturbing eye twinkle he had when he looked at a few of the new students, and how the twinkle disappeared when he looked at Harry, one of the few people that didn't miss it yet was Harry himself. "Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

'An amazing way to make to make everyone put their guards down around you,' Harry thought 'The idiotic ones would think you're just crazy, Smart ones good thing you just want to make yourself look crazy and because the figure you out, they would know what to expect, when in fact they would know nothing'

Severus Snape's pov

Severus wasn't sure what to think, on one hand he hated the fact James Potter's child was in his house, on the other it was kind of a sweet revenge, he also wanted to make James's kid life harder but he took an oath to himself that he (as a different of Slughorn) would make sure none of his snakes suffered unjustly. As for the fact he was Lily's child, it didn't mattered to him anymore, after all you need to be really pathetic to hold a candle to a woman for more then 11 years, not to mention the fact she changed, she became just like the people who bullied and made fun of him. He also didn't like the dark look Dumbledore gave the boy.

'Lets just take the wait and see attitude'

Voldemort's pov

Voldemort really wasn't sure who's the boy who lived, he didn't remembere much about that night when he lost his body, he remembered his spy helping him get into the house, he remembered old muggle people, two children, killing curses being thrown out and pain.

When Quirrell told him everything he knew about Marcus Potter, he assumed that he killed the other child, but now he was sure it was an evil scheme of Dumbledore but is it so he would think the boy who lived is Harry or so he would think that the boy who lived is Marcus? He needs to think about it.

Dumbledore's pov

It was a difficult summer for him.

July 1st

when he looked at the names of this year new students he saw a name he was sure he would never hear about again, 'Harry Potter.' The boy was supposed to be a squib, even if the test isn't 100% accurate, having a 98% accuracy was enough for him, but now it came to bite him in the a.s.s, as the older and future Lord Potter was coming to Hogwarts and there was nothing he could do.

After a few moments of thought he was sure he should just give the latter to his parents and have them explain the boy, after all they were family.

July 2

He was wrong, apparently the Potter left the child the moment they heard he was a squib. Most parents would wait till the Hogwarts latter with a little bit of hope, but they didn't, well they should just find him and explain... after all they are blood.

July 31

Shit!

He was wrong again! After almost a month of searching, James found the child, but he had a new family. No matter, he should just get to know his real family he would forget about the muggles, just like all the muggle-born in school.

August 15

That's it, the boy had been with the Potter family for almost a week and he still hasn't warmed up to any of them, not even Marcus, but after much thought Dumbledore had a plan, there is nothing more uniting than a loved ones death, those muggles would serve the greater good!

August 31

The boy didn't come back, in fact, he disappeared, where is he??? Why did none of his plans worked after all, he is the headmaster of a school, every time his students were having a choice he made sure it would be the right one with his plans, the last child of whom his plans didn't work on was Tom, He would have to keep an an I on young Harry.

September 1st

This boy is so similar to Tom it's scary, a maggle-raised, half-blood, sorted to Slytherin, and he even have the same polite yet distance look when he speaks. Yes, he would have to keep an eye on the boy."

He then raised and said his practiced speech "Ahem -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

He stopped till the students finished murmur.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!"

While laughing inside about the fact that the teachers would once again have to suffer this noise just like he did before he became a headmaster (apparently the headmaster spot had a unique spell which changes the yells to a wonderful music when the music words appear.)

He gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald,

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling,

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're b.a.r.e and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

When everyone finished he said "Ah, music," wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

He really wanted to go to bed, he had a lot to think about.