Indutiae Amoris

by Crimson_Raven

Summary:

Harry has to come to terms with the fact that the house he's always avoided turns out to be his one true home, especially with the one person who might understand what he's going through. How deep does a Gryffindor's loyalty go even when his own house decides he might become what they truly fear.

 

(Aka Harry gets resorted into Slytherin and becomes friends with Draco while the other houses freak out about him not being "good" anymore. Dumbledoor tries to make sure his weapon is still as oblivious as always, SPOILER: he isn't)

Chapter 1: WARNINGS

Welcome to my first ever fic! Im originally writing this to prove that my reading level isn't just because of copious amounts of smut :D.

WARNING: this fic will most likely have similar elements to other drarry fics because honestly I've read far too many and I've forgotten which plot belongs to which fic. If you see any plot or magic references that are identical to another fic please let me know so I can give them credit. I'd honestly hate to use someone elses idea in my own work without credit. This fic will include background ships that aren't tagged. ALSO THE NAME IS SUPPOSED TO MEAN "Love's Truce" but apparently Latin isn't working for Google translate. A few disclaimers is that this fic will start after Dudley and Harry have the run-in with the dementor which Harry gets rid of using underaged magic. The plot up until this point is basically canon with Harry being the self-sacrificing kid we all know him to be. I will say that some plot points might get mixed up but I'll try my best to keep it as canon (ish) as I can with background events. New events and interactions will happen though since he'll be in a new house and farther from Gryffindor shenanigans. NOT EVERYONE WHO DIED IN CANON WILL DIE (unless its deserved obvi)

Chapter 2: The damn sorting hat

Notes:

This is the first official chapter I've written :D please let me know how the story flows and if you'd like to see any specific plot points going forward!

The italic text will be used for when someone is thinking something or someone is speaking telepathically for example, the sorting hat speaking into Harry's mind. This will also be used for parstletongue but Ill try to make it clear that its directly parstletongue and not just a thought.

Harry’s mind was splitting in two, flashes of light and incessant beeping echoing through his skull. Opening his eyes was a feat in its own until his eyes adjusted to the sterile lights of the room, two familiar figures standing at the edge of his hospital bed with one looking relieved; and the other looking mildly bored.

“Harry, my boy you have made quite a mess. I thought you knew better than to do magic while muggles were around.” Dumbledore said, his voice carrying hints of disappointment as he made his way around the side of the bed. Harry meeting his gaze despite the guilt eating away at him from getting in trouble yet again. “Sir, I don't see how I've caused any problems. I defended myself from dementors!” Harry yelled, no longer able to hide his indignance despite his raging headache.

“Mr. Potter, you need rest. That was an impressive patronus charm but it does not excuse the fact that you used magic outside of school bounds in front of muggles.” Minerva’s voice cut through the conversation with her unwavering authority. Harry could barely meet her gaze, more ashamed of causing her disappointment than anyone else. Before anyone else could even speak, Hagrid burst into the room with the gratefulness of a drowning cat, his booming voice shaking the very windows. “Harry is all good to go, I ‘ave ‘is final potion to ‘elp with ‘is ‘eadache and then we can go back to Hogwarts."

At the mention of going back to Hogwarts, Harry visibly relaxed. Downing the horrible tasting potion before bounding off of the bed, incredibly eager to get out of the sterile hospital. Nearly crashing into McGonagall when she blocks his path out of the room. “Mr Potter. We have one final thing to discuss and I'm afraid it pertains to your fifth year at Hogwarts.” Her voice immediately taking on a more serious tone and chilling Harry to the bone despite the multitude of heating charms in the room.

“Yes, Professor?” He asked, his eyes darting between the three of them with increasing anxiety before Dumbledore’s voice cut through the room with reluctant authority. “My dear boy, while we dealt with the ministry you were temporarily expelled from Hogwarts. We have reinstated your paperwork but protocol says that you must be sorted again with the rest of the first-years. You'll join your house after being sorted into Gryffindor again for sure.”

Harry had a sudden urge to throw himself out the window but he doubted he would make it far before he was caught by a horrified professor or even an angry nurse. “WIth all due respect sir, id look ridiculous getting sorted going into my fifth year! Can't I just do it privately without all the spectacle?”

Dumbledore sighed before wordlessly leaving the room, no doubt to sort things out with the Ministry while Minerva gently looked Harry over before leading him to the Floo back to Hogwarts. A wave of comforting magic flowed over his head the second they stepped foot on the grounds, taking a deep breath Harry made his way over to the group of Gryffindors to hopefully explain the situation before he got called up to the front.

“Hey guys, turns out I have to be sorted again before joining you all at the table. Some weird Ministry bullshit for using magic in front of muggles.” He said, a sheepish grin on his face while Ron and Hermione gawked at him like he had five heads. A few shakes from both of them had him thoroughly dizzy and laughing at the absurdity of it all before Ron interjected. “Bloody hell, Harry. I didn't even know it was possible to get resorted, let alone in your fifth year! What would happen if you got put into one of the other houses?” The thought of leaving Gryffindor had Harry paling with the severity of the situation.

“Surely that won't happen Ron, nothing suits me more than Gryffindor.” Harry said, trying to push the memory of the sorting hat from his first year from his mind. Reassuring himself of his Gryffindor pride and assured sorting before glancing at the damned hat itself. A pit forming in his stomach as McGonagall called his name after explaining his resorting to the rest of the hall. The walk to the dreaded hat seemingly even longer than the first time he had done it, even with longer legs.

The familiar weight of the hat upon his head was no less comforting than nails on a chalkboard when the hat's own voice began to speak into his mind. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? If I'm not mistaken Mr Potter I have already sorted you into your chosen house. Back for more?” Harry gritted his teeth at the obvious taunting before he mumbled under his breath. “Not by choice. I'll no longer argue with you for I'm sure of where my talents belong. There isn't a truer Gryffindor in this school than me.”

“Very well, I'll be sure to put you exactly where your talents belong, Mr Potter.” Harry’s stomach dropped at the underlying smugness and finality in the hats tone before his worst fears were confirmed by the demented hats voice ringing out through the entire hall.

“SLYTHERIN!”

Chapter 3: Reconciliation

Summary:

Harry deals with the aftermath of being sorted into Slytherin with all eyes on him.

Notes:

Second chapter is up! please let me know how you feel about this and if the story is flowing well. I know im churning these chapters out quickly but that might slow down as the school year goes on :D

 

 Harry was going to pass out. Not only did he not get into Gryffindor again, he got put into the most objectively evil house in the entire school with people who would very much like to see him dead. “ Im absolutely fucked, arent I? ” Harry thought, sitting there until he was brought back to himself by McGonagall gently shaking his shoulder with her signature soothing voice. “Harry, Professor Snape will take you to your new housemates.”

 

Even more thrown for a loop by her calling Harry by his first name he could only worldlessly nod in the chaos of the great hall, making his way over to Snape. “Potter, I don't know why you were put into my house but your worries are baseless.” Snape’s voice was uncharacteristically neutral without a hint of disdain as Harry was led to the Slytherin table and sat at the end next to Draco and Blaise. Harry kept his head down with all of the eyes staring directly at him from every table until the sorting hat began to sort the rest of the students. A shiver running down his spine when he locks eyes with Ron and Hermione; their faces a mix of shock and disappointment. Ron's eyes were burning with anger that Harry couldn't tell if it was directed at him while Hermione's face was burning with clear confusion and indignation.

 

“So Potter, mind telling us exactly why the ‘Golden Boy of Hogwarts’ would be put into the house of snakes with us? We know you're a parstlemouth but that surely can't be the only reason why the Sorting Hat would put you in our prestigious house.” Draco’s smug voice cut through the shocked murmuring of the table as he poked Harry. “ Great, now I'm stuck in a house with all of the snobby rich kids and Death Eaters. I might as well be dead by morning .” Harry thought, his mind uncomfortably full as he turned to the blonde Slytherin, his voice lacking any real malice and only full of resigned annoyance. “I was supposed to go here my first year but I got put into Gryffindor. I'm guessing the damn hat wouldn't let me go a second time.”

 

The sudden silence that filled the table was deafening, even Draco looking at him with a stunned expression before the usual mask of annoyance took its place once more. “You can't be serious, if you were to be put into our house why in Merlin’s name would you convince the hat to be put somewhere else?!” Draco’s voice was full of frustration as he looked between Blaise and Harry for some sort of answer. Harry sighed, ignoring their questions in favor of eating the food in front of him. He soon settled into the background despite Blaise’s numerous attempts to get him to speak, he glanced around the table at the other Slytherins in the-his house. 

 

Dinner was soon finished with the newest students eager to experience their common rooms and the older students waiting to meet up with their friends leaving Harry being awkwardly shuffled into the group of Slytherins heading down to the dungeons. Draco unexpectedly flanking him while making snide comments about almost every person who wasn't in their house or of a respectable family. The entrance to the Slytherin common rooms was just a blank wall and it filled him with confusion until Pansy stepped forth and spoke the password “Serpentes susurri.” Harry’s eyes widened in awe as the stone snake revealed the opulent door. The Slytherin common room was filled with green and silver colors, snake imagery and expensive cushions and furniture all around. He was utterly awestruck with the sheer amount of opulence compared to Gryffindor's simple and cozy common room.

“It seems that Potter is quite taken with our common room, I doubt he's seen something so extravagant in his entire Gryffindor life. This is what it is to be a Slytherin, house pride comes before all else. Including petty rivalries that you may have acquired before being sorted here. Us Slytherins stick together because Merlin knows that no other house will stick up for us.” Pansy’s voice cut through his trance with the amount of seriousness in her tone, causing him to look at the group of students surrounding him. “What do you mean by that? I know the houses are divided but we’re all cordial to each other, regardless of our houses.” He said, sinking into the soft armchair even more. His face burning as even the paintings share a look of disbelief and mirth at his words, a scoff leaving his lips before the severity of their faces hit him. “Right?”

 

Draco stepped forwards, no longer wearing his mask of superiority with his voice full of seriousness. “No, Potter. This isn't like Gryffindor where everyone loves you, this is Slytherin. The second you get sorted into this house you get a target painted on your back by every student who's been wronged by You-Know-Who or a slytherin in general. You can fight us as much as you want in the common room but outside of this house we are a united front.”

 

Harry paused, looking between all of the students before nodding silently. Barely catching the look of relief on their faces before Blaise and Draco step forwards to whisper silently to him without the other students listening in on them. “Potter- Harry. Now that you're a part of our house we'd like to apologize for our actions up until now. Our families aren't exactly… welcome to the idea of being cordial to you. You don't have to forgive us but consider this an informal olive branch without our families knowing.” Draco sighed, looking more weary than Harry had ever seen him before being tugged along to the boy’s side of the dormitories by him and Blaise. The dormitory rooms were no less opulent or sophisticated than the common room with the difference of more storage and carved bedframes showing slytherin inspiration as wooden snakes trail down the bedposts.

 

“Draco. I may not forgive you but I can certainly start over with whatever this is, you as well Blaise.” Even the name felt weird on Harry’s tongue when he grabbed Draco by his sleeve before he could dart out of their shared room. Quickly letting go of him after staring into his silver eyes for far too long, coughing awkwardly before busying himself with unpacking. Harry was barely able to contain his laughter as he watched Draco unpack his obscenely large collection of hair products. Settling down into the far softer beds Harry couldn't help but pull out the marauder’s map to glance at where all of his friends were. A soft smile playing at his lips before he shut the canopy concealing his bed.

 

Harry fell asleep dreaming of the events of that day, his wand long forgotten on the floor with his shoes. Entirely unaware of the pureblood staring intently at him from the other side of the room.

Chapter 4: Confrontation

Summary:

Harry tries to get used to the new dynamic between him and the other Slytherin's.

Notes:

Chapters going forward should be at least 1,000 words just so I don't burn myself out with the rate I'm putting them out. I hope you enjoy this bit of filler

 

 The sudden crash of Harry falling out of bed chased away all hope he had of sleeping in the soft bed. Pain bloomed through his shoulder as he groggily opened his eyes and looked around; half expecting the Gryffindor common room. “There goes the hope that it was all a dream.” He thought, grumbling before dragging himself to his feet and putting on his glasses before his eyes adjusted to the orbs of light floating above the room. Draco’s bedraggled appearance had Harry trying desperately not to laugh, the normally composed boy with impeccable hair was more reminiscent of a ruffled bird that had just fallen out of the nest. 

 

“So, Draco..did you have a rough night?” He asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice and earning himself a tired glare from the boy in question. Snickering, Harry turned back to his armoire and pulled on his robes with the signature Slytherin green and silver adorning them. Humming absentmindedly he sat down on his bed while halfheartedly watching Draco tame his hair with copious amounts of gel and a remarkably pristine comb. Forcing his eyes away from Draco, he watched Blaise bury his nose in a book about flying techniques. “Aren't we supposed to go to the Great Hall for breakfast?” He asked, becoming slightly impatient until his protests died in his throat when Draco let out an aggrieved groan before stomping over to Harry’s bed with an armful of hair products. “We will go to breakfast after I get your bedhead under control, these curls should be taken care of you heathen.” 

 

Unable to pull himself away from Draco’s skilled fingers he relaxed, an indescribable feeling churning in his gut as pale fingers worked their way through his curly hair. A feeling of loss filled him with confusion as the boy stepped away with a satisfied hum and dragged Blaise by his collar so he didn't run into anything while reading. The Great Hall was filled with students eagerly conversing and stares of confusion at Harry’s sudden put-together look instead of the usual sloppy appearance. Sitting down at the table, Harry finally took notice of the woman wearing an absurd amount of pink at the staff table before turning to Draco in confusion. “Draco, who is that? I wasn't exactly paying attention last night when they might've introduced any new staff members.” The sudden groan from Draco told him all he needed to know about the newest addition to the school but he decided to listen to the explanation anyways. “That woman is Dolores Umbridge, she's apparently from the Ministry which means that they're getting involved in school business. I wrote to my father about it because she seems unqualified but all he had to say was how happy he was for someone to finally be able to police Dumbledore.” Draco sighed, his expression filled with annoyance at the mention of his father.

 

 “Maybe she’ll last longer than the other DADA professors. I have to wait to get into her class since I have potions after breakfast.” Harry said, sighing at the thought of facing the now strange acting Professor Snape. Filling his plate with sausage and eggs before digging in, his attention diverted when Pansy let out a sigh of relief before passing her time-table over to him. “Oh thank Merlin, I won't be the only Slytherin in a room full of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. You're coming with me, Golden-boy.” Her voice was full of teasing as she grabbed Harry in an iron grip before dragging him towards the door, Harry letting out a sound of protests at the sight of his unfinished food. 

 

“Oh come on, Draco took so long doing his hair I barely got to eat anything.” He said, grumbling before snickering along as Pansy flew into a tirade complaining about Draco taking an eternity in the mirror through the years.

 

The potions classroom was full of people saying hello to old friends and chattering about the upcoming school year with the new DADA professor. Pansy led him to the last two desks with the polite company of Neville. Harry offered him a smile before fishing out his parchment and quill. All of the chatter ceased as Professor Snape entered the room with his robes billowing out like a cape, his monotone voice already instructing everyone on the lesson of preparing ingredients properly. Harry threw himself into the lesson to escape the questioning and judgemental looks from the other Gryffindor’s and the still bitter glares from Hufflepuff; who were clearly not over what had happened last year at the Tri-Wizard cup with Harry apparently stealing Cedric’s glory before his tragic death. 

 

“Harry, come on, we were supposed to meet Draco and Blaise to study afterwards. I will not sacrifice the few minutes we have between periods so you can dawdle around.” Pansy sighed, tugging him along before nearly colliding into Ron and Hermione from turning the corner too sharply. Harry paused, urging Pansy to go along without him as he awkwardly looked between Hermione’s sympathetic expression and Ron’s unbridled frustration. “Harry, we need to talk to you. You look..different and it's only been a day since you were re-sorted.” Hermione said, her voice full of misplaced worry as she tugs them both into a somewhat secluded alcove. Ron was nearly bursting with anger as he scoffed at the sight of Harry in full Slytherin colors. “You’ve gone bloody mental! First you get sorted into their house and now you're playing buddy-buddy with Malfoy!” Harry winced at his harsh words, face flushing with indignance as he turned to Ron. 

 

“Just because I'm in a different house doesn't mean I'm a different person, Ron. Does our friendship mean so little that you'd throw it all away simply because I'm in a different house now?” Harry asked, glancing between them as Ron rolls his eyes and storms off with Hermione following closely behind. Pansy was quick to lead him to the library while muttering insults under her breath as they entered the library. “Come along, Harry, it's time we get you around some proper company instead of those pig-headed Gryffindor’s.” Her voice was steady and full of protective anger as she slumped down into the seats next to Draco and Blaise.

 

“What in the bloody hell happened, Harry? I haven’t seen her this fired up since Dumbledore awarded Gryffindor the house cup and stole our victory.” Draco said, looking bewildered as he tugged Harry into the seat beside him. Harry sighed, waving him off before settling into the armchair and mindlessly playing with Draco’s loose hair. Entirely unaware of how the blonde immediately became as still as a stone while Pansy and Blaise exchanged amused glances. 

 

“I’m starting to wonder just how many of the rumors circling Slytherin’s are fake and which ones are true.” He mumbled, tearing his hand away from Draco’s hair before tucking it behind his ear hastily. “I’m sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment. I’ll leave your precious hair alone.” Harry joked, his voice lacking any usual teasing as he shifted away from him until Draco’s voice made him pause in surprise.

 

“I don’t mind, it’s just hair anyways.” 

Chapter 5: DELAYS

Hello, so I’m so excited for all of the support on this fic! Thank you so much for reading but I don’t want to make it seem as if I’m abandoning this which I’m NOT.

It’s just that Silksong is coming out and I’m a huge nerd for it 😔🫶 I’ll try and churn out one more chapter before I become obsessed but I honestly can’t make any promises.

SHAW.