What if?

The Begining

Harry's POV
        Ok so everyone thinks I'm this super serious, kinda funny, kinda intense and totally crazy person only in it for the glory. Now if you believe that then you would be completely wrong, and I mean completely.
        So yah I'm a Gryffindor but I was almost a Slytherin, can you believe it?!?! Me Harry James Potter a Slytherin?!?! I mean yah I come up with some bloody amazing schemes, like that one time when we convinced Peeves that Professor McGonagall was really  but that's just me. Well you might not have seen it but someone else did. That someone being the worst someone possible, Draco my-father-will-fucking-know-about-this Malfoy. It all started right at the end of the summer holidays when I was staying with the Weasleys.
"Harry James Potter get your ass out of that bed before we're late or I swear to Merlin I will knock you over the head with a book so hard you will be seeing stars for a week!" I groaned at Mione's loud voice coming from somewhere below me.
I sighed and rolled over onto my back, I yelled back, "Yah yah yah I know Mione, I'm coming, I'm all packed I just need to get dressed." I sat up rubbing at the headache already forming between my temples and glared at my empty suitcase. I heaved myself out of bed and started grabbing random pieces of clothing and books tossing them into the suitcase. When all but one set of clothes was in I sat down on top of it in an attempt to get it to zip closed.
Five minutes later I was rushing down the stairs with a bulging suitcase dressed in a pair of Muggle black ripped jeans, converse with miss matched socks and a black jumper over my t'shirt. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I ran into the kitchen to grab a piece of toast and to give Mrs. Weasley a hug goodbye. After I had gotten my toast and had been sufficiently suffocated with hugs I went out to the car where Ron and Hermione were waiting very impatiently might I add.
"Sorry!" I yell while dramatically flailing my arms and luggage in mock panic. Hermione glares at me from her spot in the passenger seat next to Ron. After I have put my trunk in the hatch I slide into the backseat of the car. Ron yells bye to Mrs. Weasley out the window and we drive down the road far enough to where we can activate the flying mechanism. When we're flying a steady pace to Hogwarts Hermione starts to ramble.
"Ok, so Professor McGonagall invited all that were able from our class to come back to Hogwarts to finish our 7th year. There was not enough room on the train for the people coming back so many are taking cars and brooms. She said there have been added garages for the cars and cubbies for the brooms added on the east wall side of the castle. It is a separate building with lifts atop of it. Also for those who have come in to there creature inheritance at 18 like you Harry, she made special lofts and lounge rooms because of your altered care needs that are located atop of the garages and broom cubbies. All will be further explained at school." She kinda looked out of breath at the end. It was very amusing.
"Ok Mione, I've got it, I got the letter so I'm not even sure how you know all that even but ether way I got it. No need to worry, this year everything will be just fine, no bumps." Oh if only I'd known how wrong I was just then.
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A.N.
Ok so I'm pulling this whole story out of my ass so sorry if I don't update