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Chapter 1
Dumbledore sat at his desk full of baubles and trinkets, with a blindly fake senile smile gracing his features as he surveyed young harry potter. He was almost of age, only a few more months to go. He looked almost identical to his father, Inky jet black hair that he had decided to grow out after meeting a few long haired Slytherins. His eyes were the exact shade of the killing curse his last experiment used with such ease, such a haunting reminder. He was tall, built but lean, and had gotten something muggles call contacts, which help his poor vision. His skin was the color of snow and he looked slightly feminine. The boy was far from what he had expected James and Lily to produce. He was very powerful, oh yes very powerful. He just didn't practice the light way of life. His magic was at best grey, and he struggled with some of the simple light charms and spells. He did have a profound knack for healing spells and curses though, it just wasn't the savior he needed to face Voldemort. For Dumbledore, this was a problem. One he planned on getting rid of, at the earliest opportunity.
"So, Harry... How are the Slytherin common rooms to your liking? I know I ask this ever year, I am just most surprised you didn't follow in your parent's footsteps in being a lion." Dumbledore grinned with his twinkle full force before offering Harry some lemon drops, a bitter muggle candy he was quite fond of. He had offered to bend the rules a little, and have him resorted to a better house, but alas he said no every year.
"No thank you professor, and I quite like the common rooms, I've come to see them as a sort of private area where I can be myself and relax. Away from all the attention and fake people who try to use me." Harry replied while sipping on his tea, "Was there any other reason you called me up here? I thought we were done with our private lessons, you said there was nothing more you could teach me."
Dumbledore smiled while popping a lemon drop in his mouth, "Ah, I've been meaning to send an owl to Severus. You will resume your defense and potions training tomorrow morning, I do believe he said 7 o'clock sharp."
"But sir, what about Quidditch? I'm the team captain and our training is in the morning, I can't just abandon them." Harry interjected, he wrung his hand through his hair frustrated. No matter what he did he could never get a break. He just wanted to be normal, was that so much? Harry's scar burned as Voldemort was filled with fury, as to remind him he was anything but. Harry clapped his hand over his scar, hissing out in annoyance in Parsletounge.
Dumbledore gave a slight frown at the dark language but said nothing. "Perhaps, my dear boy you should go see Poppy. She can give you some dreamless sleep for the night." He gestured to the door and it swung open for him.
Fawkes gave a low trill as to say goodbye as he stood to leave, "It was nice talking to you professor, I'll see you around." He gave Fawkes a pat on the head as he passed him.
Dumbledore's twinkle died, oh the boy would see him again…. Just not with another nice goodbye. One of the many trinkets of his desk had the power to teleport people to a different world and time, they could never come back as time is always moving differently. It would be the perfect thing, for Harry to disappear and never return.
Dumbledore then hatched a plan, a most evil plan to get rid of Harry and ship him off to a different dimension where he would hopefully die. After all, Neville is the world's real savior. It was all for the greater good.
Harry pushed open the doors to the infirmary and sprinted down the halls, it was almost time for his lesson with Snape. He slid down the secret passage into the dungeons and raced towards the classroom.
"Potter! No running in the halls, 5 points from Slytherin." Yelled Goldstein, the Ravenclaw prefect. The prefects made it their duty to try and make everyone in Slytherin fail, as they were leading in Sports and points.
"Bloody hell..." Harry scowled and hastily slowed down while he fast walked the rest of the way, bloody prefects…. Not even on their side of the castle.
The Castle had become a home for him, he never wanted to leave. Lady Hogwarts would sometimes talk to him, through comforting touches with her magic and from time to time, bless him with it. It had to do with him being the heir to Slytherin and Gryffindor. The portrait of Salazar had been educating him in life lessons, principles of pureblood culture, and increasing his spell repertoire. Sal had become one of his closest confidents, besides Draco and Marcus.
Harry knocked lightly before entering the potions classroom. It was dark, damp, and smelled amazing. The potions brewing was one of his favorite scents, it filled him with a calm, serene feeling. Over the last few years he had become an apprentice to Snape, who told him only a few things in advance. Don't waste my time, resources, and knowledge... and I won't kill you.
"Ah, Mister Potter…. You were almost late. I was going to send Draco off to find you, as his lessons just ended. Do you remember where you left off before our lessons were cancelled?" Snape was standing in front of his potions, gentle add clockwise stirs and fluxweed. With the tender aroma that smelled of blood wine, he knew this to be a blood replenishing potion, probably for Poppy.
"Yes sir, you had asked me to try and create my own potion…. For my mastery. Am I to continue on with this task sir?" Harry was overly respectful of Snape, even if he was a bloody git sometimes.
Snape twirled his stirring rod between his fingers, looking curiously down at his potion before adding a few chunks of daisy root to the simmering pot. He glanced up at Harry, dark black eyes narrowing while he looked on in displeasure.
"Don't just stand there, get to work Potter! I told you, never to waste my time. I don't teach dunderheads. If you wish to be a waste of human intelligence like your father then get out." He sneered and then turned around to throw a shriveled fig viciously into his potion.
Harry immediately got to work, He pulled out his journal and his ingredient's case. He tapped the black leather case once with his wand to unshrink it and again to flip it open. It was a gift from Snape for getting O's all year and becoming his apprentice. It was hooked onto his personal storage closet and even the public one for students, whenever he used something it was replaced the next time he opened the case. It was a bloody brilliant charm, and dead useful. He was working on a potion that would automatically unlock one's animagus forms. Most wizards only had one, but powerful wizards could have multiples.
He added four counter clockwise stirs and a small spoon full of phoenix ashes…. The potion gave a deadly hiss and it turn from brown to orange.
Harry referred back to his notes and previous attempts and calculated what he would have to add next.
He scooped some faerie wings out of the crystal container and carefully dropped them in, they melted apart and gave the potion a shimmering sheen.
The experimental potion was almost completed, he added a few more clockwise stirs and left it alone to simmer.
"So potter, only a few more days until you're of age. Any specific plans? If I were you I would be careful of who you trust, especially old meddling coots. He's up to something, and it has to do with you." Snape said lightly, as if not wanting the walls to hear.
Harry grinned, "Awe, would you miss me Sev?"
His eyes flashed dangerously, "No, brat! I just don't want to be wasting my time on you if you're going to go off and die!"
"I'd miss you too Snape, even your snarky attitude, but it's a good thing…. I don't plan on dying."
Harry seen Snape give a small smirk at the notion and go about his work, he decided to check on his own potion.
It was now a vivid yellow and bubbling rather furiously. He quickly turned down the heat and
Tossed in the last two ingredients, Knotgrass and a moonstone, which would be the perfect medium to bring all his ingredients together.
The potion gave an animalistic shriek at him before turning purple. He turned off the flame and started spooning his potion into numerous crystal vials. The potion felt cool, but at the same time have off an incredible heat. This was going to hurt going down. Harry turned to Snape to see him watching with an expecting eye, waiting for him to try it.
Harry screwed his eyes shut and swallowed the potion, it was ice cold and almost froze his throat. It tasted of ash and grass, very awful. He grimaced after his throat warmed up it was a horrible tasting potion.
His legs wobbled unsteadily and he fell the damp stone floor. His skin felt like it was shrinking and getting tighter. His bones were cracking and receding towards his midsection. It was pure agony, it felt like a white fire burned through his skin. He blacked out for a moment from the increased pain, the last thing he could hear was Snape saying, "Of course."
Harry blearily opened his eyes and rose up a little. Ugh, his head was killing him. He noticed his surroundings and realized he was on top of Severus's desk. A gasp behind him made him whip around to see the classroom full of his classmates and all of his stuff at his desk.
Snape turn at looked at him with a small smirk, that bastard. What did he do? He felt like Severus cursed him. He walked up and conjured a mirror and held it up to him. Harry slowly looked into the mirror and let out an angry hiss. He was a black Puff Adder, with brilliant green eyes. He looked scary and was known to be a highly venomous snake. He was about 6 foot long and about 10 inches around. Not that he didn't like his final form…. He was just expecting something better.
Severus smiled and sat behind him as the students worked and started talking lowly,
"You had 3 other forms Harry, I must say that is an exceptional potion. I took the liberty of sending a vial to the ministry for your mastery and of course, I kept 3 vials for my own personal stock. You have a good 10 vials left."
Harry went to talk to him, but only hisses would emerge. Dammit, he would have to change back in front of everyone.
He slowly slithered into the floor before thinking of his natural form, he could feel everyone's glances on him as he slowly, and painfully changed.
Harry stood up to a room full of flabbergasted students. None of them dared to say anything as Harry was Snape's prodigy. Nobody got to say anything about him.
He quickly walked to his desk and scooped up all of his stuff, before going back up to Snape's desk.
"Sir, what were my other forms? I tried asking you, but I could only speak Parsletounge."
Snape glance around the classroom to find just about everyone staring at them, his eyes glinted with rage and promised pain.
"What in blazes are all you dunderheads looking at? Get back to work!" he snapped before looking back at Harry. "Your first form, was a kitten." Snape's smirk was getting more and more pronounced, "Your second form was a spider, and your last... was a dragon." He finished a bit miffed that he had a good form.
Harry grinned, it was all finally worth it. He had spent 4 years of his Hogwarts life working on this particular potion. He could never do the transfiguration normally, as it was a light spell.
Feeling like an over achiever and very accomplished Harry walked straight out of the dungeons and to his common room, he had other stuff to do; and a foolish headmaster to take care of.
Hey guys! Hope you liked my first chapter, it's going to be a slow WIP. It's my very first fic, so advice and thoughts are welcome c:
