Chapter 2

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Malfoy wasn't going to stand for this, he was going to the new prince of Slytherin, not Potter. He was a fraud, he was a lion in the snake pit. So, he threw some money to some 6th and 7th years to get them to help him teach Potter a lesson. They were going to attack him at 1 in the morning and show him what they think of him. It had cost him a lot of money because of the frauds 'skills' that he had obviously faked. There was no way a 1st year could do that themselves. So, when the crowd had dispersed he had built his perfect plan.

The plan was simple, they were going to beat the boy, give him some boils and sores then stun him. The plan was to make him late for class and even miss some from being in the hospital, and with his godfather as the head of house, he was sure to get away with it.

This all meant nothing when at midnight his door burst open and a smirking boy walked in, his hair covered most of his eyes but the green glow seemed to seep out. He ran a hand through his hair. Brushing it back, where most of it stood on end.

The sigh that followed put chills down Draco's spine, it sounds exactly like his mother when he had done something wrong, the disappointment was obvious. "I've had a very long day and would like some sleep so let's get this done with," the tone was one of a disappointed parent, how could he get these effects in Draco he felt like he had done something wrong, and was now getting told off, "I care not for your wants, Malfoy but when they're going to affect me, especially cause me harm, well, I take it personally. So, this is your warning. Stay out my way and I'll ignore you, but give me problems and you'll learn that Flint got it light.

Remember, I. Am. A. Potter. In wealth we bury you, and our grimoire has way too many spells- that are illegal -to even start to list them off- and that's before we get into runes, wards, and potions. Remember my family is older than yours by hundreds of generations."

Draco started to realize the trouble he was in, he knew the potters were older and wealthier but Potter didn't have access to all that right? He wasn't wearing the family ring that was common, or even the heirs ring so he was lying, he must be. "where is your ring then?" he spat back

A chuckle was the sound Draco heard before ropes bound him, his vision went dark but he was still awake he turned and could see his bed sheets. He heard some walk around, looking at what he had done with his room, it was done up nicely but there was a lot still to be done the arm chairs were still to be unpacked along with a fireplace to be added, but the armchairs were lightened and shrunk by his father and he would get an older student to get the fire place sorted out for him, his desk was placed with his books on a shelf of his bookshelf, he planned to order more from Flourish and Blotts, as well as some darker material from Moribound's –the book shop in Knockyurn Alley, he had a deep green rug covering the floor, but the room was still bare.

All of a sudden his face was turned at he found himself in a hold, staring in to those emerald orbs that looked so cold, but seemed to have dashes of amusement in them, a fist settled in front of his face and a ring shimmered in to existence on his right ring finger, it was not the silver like his own heir ring, nor the gold like his father but a platinum ring with a red diamond on it, the Potter motto, Is sinn ar ciùird (We are our craft) wrapped around the band, and the family crest inlayed in silcer, the gauntlat hoding the blade of the swordwith a lion rampart on the opposite side. There was no doubt now, Potter had taken his seat as head of his house. Envy spread through his body, recognizing that only the families of the founders of Magical Britan got a ring made of platinum, and while not part of the 'Sacred Twenty-Eight' the name still held a lot of power in Wizengamont.

"Be warned dear cousin, I will destroy you in every form, but who knows maybe you can come to your senses and become an ally." With his final statement, he released the boy from his binds and walked out closing the door behind him.

Draco could only sit and listen to his own breathing, the heavy panting from the fear he felt made him realize that he was outmatched.

Snape was finally done sorting his equipment for the following year, he had added new wards to his storage room and hidden the more dangerous ingredients, he hated to admit it he had some respect for the Weasley twins (their potions work the use in pranks was amazing but they downplayed their class work and he hated that they did because if they set their sites higher both could easily achieve potion masteries, what with all their new potions they made to change people to animals, it was very impressive.) he still did not want them to get their hand on stuff that could kill themselves or someone else.

He entered his office when the wards that he placed around Draco's room went off, telling him someone had entered he rushed down to stop his godson doing something foolish or being harmed. He disillusioned himself as he ran through the common room towards the entrance to the first year dorms and as he rounded the corner to the bys section he was surprised to be hit by a disarming spell and bound in thick ropes. He saw Potter staring at him before he spoke calmly "Your Godson has a plan to 'teach me a lesson' so I'm going to have a quick talk with him, warning him to stay out of my path, because he is a minor nuisance at best. Now I will release you and give you back your wand, I promise to not harm him. Ok?" at Snapes yes, he vanished the ropes and threw his wand back, it was at this point that Snape realized that he was still disillusioned and watched as the boy walked into the room, he needed to ask how he knew he was there. He listened to the conversation and felt pity for hi Godson but exasperated at his response. Once Potter had closed the door he allowed himself to come into view, but before he could potter pulled out a book.

"Do you know what this is?" stunned by the question he could only shake his head, "It is my father's journal as well as the group known as the Marauders log of their pranks. I can only apologize for their behavior and warn you I am not my father."

At this Snape nodded went to talk again but was cut off as another book was pulled outt, "And this one?" again a shake of the head, "This is my mothers journal, it has all the clues for potions she changed and resipes for thoghs that she made, as well as her notes on spell creation," Snape looked hungerily at the book, despeart to find knowledge the book held "but it was also a diary for her time at hogwarts, I know you were her friend but I have yet to decide if I will forgive you for what you called her, you used the one word that would cut her deep and she hated that she lost you as a friend. Now I have some older students to scare so have a good night." And with that, he left whistling to himself leaving a saddened man behind him.

Snape stood there for five minutes watching the doorway that let to Potters room, from here he could see the rune that he had inscribed on the door, it was that of lightning. Fitting to the boy, it would give anyone a nasty shock if they tried to enter and they were unwelcome. He felt sorry for the older students who were probably getting scared by Potter, he had no idea how but the boy had a way to make you feel like a young child being told off even him, an adult.

A shout echoed through the common room, one of fear.

"Yeap, I pity the fool."

Malfoy sat on his bed, watching the door in fear. He was scared that Potter would come back. He jumped when his door opened slowly but calmed once he saw his Godfather, he walked in and conjured himself a chair and sat. There was no noise from either of them for five minutes, until Draco broke the silence, "You heard everything the?"

"Yes."

"And you did nothing to stop him?" he exclaimed.

"You were never in any harm."

What?"

"He promised he would not harm you tonight."

"Oh... but you heard what he said?"

"Most of it, why?"

"He is Lord of House Potter."

"Oh, shit..." His Godfather cursed trailing off thinking about what this could mean.

"This doesn't leave this room or between the two of us Uncle Sev."

"No?

"Potter wants it to remain a secret, if not he would not hide the ring, but he told me because if it ever came out he knew it was me that leaked it but it does him no harm. He had this all thought out before he even entered Hogwarts didn't he?"

"Yes, I believe so, but the way he has played tonight he has proven himself a true Slytherin through and through, more Slytherin than what I have seen in years. Did you see him on the train?"

"Yes but I thought he was an older student, he was wearing muggle clothes so thought he was a mudblood, I just sneered at him and walked on."

"So in others words, you acted like a prince?"

A blush reddened Draco's face, "Yes, I did."

"Then he picked you as soon as he was sorted into Slytherin. You made it clear that you thought of yourself as a better and he clearly knows about your family."

"Yes, that is true."

"I will keep this quiet and take my leave" Severus stood vanished the chair and walked to the door, "Draco, that boy is a stampeding herd of centaurs, get in his way and you will get trampled, maybe even killed." And with that, he left for the comfort of his own bed.

As he rounded the corner he saw Potter exit the 7th year dorms with a grin on his face. He looked at Severus and nodded once before he strolled past him towards his room, Snape followed and caught the door, noticing that he felt no shock, and knocked. "Come in, Professor."

"Thank you" he stated as he entered the room. He looked around, and saw what was better than what most of his seventh years had combined, The floor had a deep grey carpet lining it, the walls were the usal black brick but the small torches that usally lit the room were not burning the usal orang/red colour but a deep greenwith a few licks so purple everyfew seconds, the fire place was larger and had a roaring fire that warmed the cold room, above it –on the mantle place- were pictures from the Potter's wedding, both lily and James looked extremly happy, his eyes were drawen to a table which had two tumblers on it and a bottle of fire whiskey, a rack with different alchols and glasses for each. Relaxed on one of the couches black felt was Potter, staring at the fire gestured to one of the armchairs for him to sit as he reached and poured two glasses of fire whiskey and waved his wand over the top adding ice, handing him the glass and relaxing. They sat in silence, one stiff as a board the other relaxed like he was at dinner. "I'm sorry, for everything. I know that it is too late and that I should have manned up and apologized to her myself but it was too late, she was gone and I could never have her back."

"You are forgiven. Now ask your questions, I know you have many."

"Only a few actually, the memories you showed me were... enlightening to what made you who you are."

"Thank you"

"First of all, how did you buy alcohol."

"I learnt about magic when I was eight, I met a boy who was from Scotland who recognized me, when he approached he told me everything then took me to Gringotts and helped me buy clothes, books on culture and the other families, and then helped me find a place to stay, he is the owner and I pay rent, it workes for summer. He bought the alcohol for me."

"I assume charms keep it cold?"

He received a chuckle, "No, runes. It was one of the subjects I could learn before I got a wand so I threw myself in to that, and potions, and fell in love with both, it was second nature to me with potions so I started to experiment even with the improvements from my Mothers notes, seeing what would happen if I changed certain things. All of this was observed by Cameron, The Scot, and he guided me through the steps."

"Then how are you so good at wand magic?"

His face darkened, the eyes reverting back to the balls of ice instead of the balls of emotion they were only seconds before, "Cameron found that someone had put a block on my magic, not the usual one that wears off over the years but one that held me at thirty percent of what I should be, so took me to the Goblins who unbound it in a ritual. After a week I found I could do some wandless magic by copying Cameron and started to practice when I learned the spells that Cameron commonly used I showed him."

Snape wanted to know how blocked his core, but saw the face that was in front of him a stopped"

After I showed him we went to a custom wand shop, which was run by Cameron's dad, and got myself a wand.-

FLASHBACK

"Harry, meet my Dad, Andrew. Dad meet Harry."

"A pleasure sir."

"None of that, call me Andrew."

"Ok, Andrew."

"I'll leave you two too it then, shall I?" Cameron called already out the exit.

"Don't worry ill get you out of here quick as a jiff, now has Cameron taught you how to reach out your magic?"

"Yeah"

"Good, follow me," Andrew called over his shoulder walking to one of the 3 doors behind the counter. As he entered Harry saw hundreds of rows of wood. They walked down the row till they reached a stone circle, Andrew positioned Harry in the center, "Now reach out your magic and feel for the wood."

Taking a deep breathe Harry let his magic out slowly spreading down the two rows of wood once he reached the end he instinctively put out his hand and two shafts flew towards him landing in his hand.

Behind him Andrew let out a low whistle, "Wow, Rainbow Eucalyptus and Japanese Purple Wisteria, both amazing for battle transfiguration and charms, especially color changes, you will be a true soldier with this wand but a very fun side. Now cores." And he started to stride down the rows to back to the main room, faster than Harry could keep up. By the time he did Andrew had opened the second door and walked in, this room filled with barrels, positioning harry in another stone circle and released his magic once more, much faster this time, raised his had and three vials flew to his hand, one filled with scales, another a grey/silver liquid and the third black smoke. "interesting very interesting" he heard from Andrew behind him

END FLASHBACK

"So what is your wand made of then?" asked Snape impatiently

"12 and a half inches made of Rainbow Eucalyptus intertwined with Japenese Purple Wisteria, with the cors of Acromatula Venom, Occamy Scales, and Boggart Essence. Perfect for Transfiguration and Charms, with color changing charms being cast easier than a Lumos."

"Oh... So all this...?" Lost for words Snape gestured to the room,

"Oh this was easy work"

"can I have a tour?"

"Why not." Standing he led through all the rooms that off shot from the main one, There were three small bedrooms each with a small ensuite with a shower and bathtub along with a queen sized bed with black bedding with silver pillows and two green cushions on each then there was his study/library easily holding over five hundred books with a huge wooden table with comfy chairs around it, along with 3 fully functioning potion labs with rune shields and self stirring rods. There was a small gym with some weights and a rowing and bike machine. Finally was Harry's room as the entered a long serpent lunged and wrapped around Harry's waist.

"Yes I missed you too but we have guests so behave."

Snape was surprised to see an occamy wrapped around Harry's waist, it slithered up his shoulder and bowed its head to the man, who returned the gesture before diving back to the bed.

Once he was over his shock he looked around the room in awe there was a king sized bed in the middle with the same bedsheets and cushions as before, there was another fireplace that heated the room, along with the same green torches with some amber ones above a desk with a few books, parchment, and a few muggle pens. There was a nest in between the desk and bed that the occamy jumped to. An open door showed a huge bathroom.

Snape turned to the boy, how were you so well prepared for this, all this furniture, the books I mean..."

"Camerons younger sister was in Slytherin a few years ago but left to go to Beuxbatons as well as Cameron, she said that as her friends were in a different house they didn't talk to her and they were the only reason she came anyway so left after a week."

"Rachel, as in Peters?"

"Yes."

"Oh hell, if she is anything like her brother you are going to be a handful."

"No, Cameron has a dry band dark sense of humor compared to her mean, I say I'm a mix of the two, but l prefer the dry and witty myself."

"Good, now what does this Cameron do for work?"

"He is an enchanter, but wants to become a teacher, he is working on his mastery before approaching Dumbledore and asking if he will add the class."

"Amazing, a wand crafter, enchanter and what about Mrs and Miss Peters?"

"Debbie, that is Cameron's mum is the Head Healer of the Children's ward at St Mungo's and Rachel wants to become a Potions Mistress and hopefully open an apothecary and premade potions shop."

"So they will have all the bases covered then something, this family really go all out don't they?"

"Yeah. That's what I love about them, they expect the best and get it. Cameron got the highest marks in Europe for his charms OWLs and NEWTs, and Rachel will probably do the same for potions. She hates you though whenever I talked about you from my parents' journals she would go on a rant about a "greasy-haired vampire, who has a broom handle so far up his arse that when you open your mouth to speak, you can see the handle" but she loves the way you make your robes flow when you walk and wants to know how. I said cantrips but Cameron thinks it is either all skill or an enchantment."

Snape thinking back to the week Rachel was at school shivered, remembering her mean humor that made kicking a dead puppy look nice smirked and told him about the enchantment that he adjusted, it usually gave the robes a set heat but he made it so it add air to the tail of his robes ie the flowing and the snap was all skill, he also told him that he had greasy hair due to the potions he brewed. He then had a bottle thrust into his hands, with the explanation that Rachel had the same problem and that was how she countered it, just wash with it each morning and night and it should fix the problem.

"Thank you."

"No problem, but if you don't mind, I am very tired and would like some sleep before class tomorrow..."

"of course, thank you for the insight and the help have a good night."

"and you" as both walked to the entrance, "by the way I give my thanks in advance to not share that I have alcohol..."

"Of course."

"Good night then professor" closing the door behind the man.