Sorry it took so long... I've been busy and my beta's been busy!

But here it is...

The Slytherins followed their prefect out of the Great Hall and down into the Dungeons. Some tried to remember the turns on the way but couldn't get more than left, right and left imbedded into their brain, because the prefect led them through several walls, paintings and down a couple of staircases. They finally arrived at a corridor. At the end of it was a painting that pictured a serpent wrapped around a huge marble tower.

It hissed, 'Password...' and sneered at the first years, a feat most of them thought to be impossible from a snake.

The prefect looked straight into its eyes and answered coolly,' Salazar's Lair.'

The serpent lost its sneer and gave a slight nod, opening the painting. Behind it was a small corridor that led into the Slytherin common room. The Common Room a beautiful and large hall with a tapestry decorated in green and silver hanging next to the fireplace and a floor that looked to be made of black marble. Two doors lead on from the common room, one for girls and the other one for boys. Harry, Blaise and Draco entered the boy's door and found a round staircase leading down. After coming to a full stop at the bottom, they found a door that had '1st year' written on it in an elegant script. Upon entry they found three beds with their trunks next to them. They fell on them, only having time to mutter 'Thank god for house elves' in a chorus, before falling asleep.

The next morning began with a crash. The boys had all slept in and were running towards the Transfiguration classroom. From what Severus had told them, professor McGonagall was not one to fool around. He had been right. First, she snapped at them for being late, and then continued insulting them throughout the class.

'Mr. Snape, I do believe you are not paying attention!'

Harry, who had been listening the whole time, looked up to meet her eyes. They were burning with deep dislike and Harry had the feeling that she hated him. But why?

'I'm sorry, Professor, but I actually was!'

She raised her eyebrows. It was the second time during her teaching years that a student had dared to say anything back at her.

Severus had been the first one.

'Well, what were we talking about, then?'

'You were explaining the difficulties of turning something into another, although, I must disagree with you, Professor! I don't think turning a match into a needle is very complicated at all! Actually, I must say it's rather easy!'

McGonagall's lips turned into a razor-thin line as she gave Harry a match. Harry took it and pointed his wand on it.

'Mutatio Mucro,' was the spell he muttered, accompanied with a tap on the match. Suddenly the match was no more and in it's place was a silver needle with a sharp end.

McGonagall was honestly astonished, as she had never expected a student to transform something at their first try.

'Very well, Mr. Snape!'

She strolled past him and gave Hermione, a Gryffindor, a match too. After three tries she got the match to become pointy. After four tries the match became silver, just like Harry's. McGonagall smiled and whispered, 'This is amazing! 10 points for Gryffindor!'

Hermione smiled, but then noticed Harry's face and her expression betrayed confusion.

'But Professor! Why didn't Dem get points for our house? He did better than Hermione!'

McGonagall turned around to meet Blaise's disappointed face.

'Mr. Zabini, I think we all agree that Mr. Snape was arrogant and proud. Consider it sheer luck that I'm not taking points away from him!'

Blaise looked like he was going to object, but Draco nudged him to be quiet. After all, it looked like McGonagall didn't like Slytherins and they didn't want to lose any points.

Charms went rather easily. Professor Flitwick didn't favor anybody and so no one complained. He asked Draco for some charms the boys had already learned and was rather impressed with his answers. Then he asked them demonstrate some of their favorite charms and after they did, he was even more impressed.

'You boys certainly are talented!'

Harry blushed at his words and answered, 'But, sir, we still have a lot to learn!'

Professor Flitwick just smiled and mentioned something about him really being his father's son. Harry just smiled and thanked him.

Defense against the Dark Arts was a joke. Professor Quirrel couldn't say a word without stuttering, shivering and peeking over his shoulder. At the beginning of their class he just showed them an iguana, bought on one of his numerous journeys, and asked them to write down everything they knew about the Dark Arts. He was also very interested in Harry. But who wasn't! Apparently, very few had known that Severus had a son.

And finally, double Potions.

Harry smiled proudly, seeing his father stride into the classroom, his black robes billowing behind him so gracefully.

'You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he explained to the class.

Harry was quite impressed with the impression his father had on the other students. His dad's voice had been only a bit louder than a whisper, but still the whole class heard him clearly.

'As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I can tell you, though, that wands aren't everything! I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.'

Harry and Blaise exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Neither of them had ever heard Severus talk like this. Actually, both of them knew very well that Severus highly appreciated wands! Yet now he was mentioning things like 'foolish wand-waving' and 'wands aren't everything'.

Harry let out a chuckle. He actually couldn't imagine his dad without a wand. He wouldn't know what to do!

But it seemed that Severus didn't like his reaction. He looked deep into his son's eyes and asked, 'Mr. Snape! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?'

Harry smiled. It was too easy! 'Well I would say that the Potion would be called the Draught of Living Dead, sir… it's a very powerful sleeping potion!' he added more to the class, than his father.

Severus let a smile cross his lips for a second, so only Harry could see it, 'Very good, Mr. Snape. 15 points to Slytherin!'

Ronald Weasley stood up, 'You can't give points to your own son, Professor! It wouldn't be fair!'

Draco also stood up and snarled, 'Shut up, Weasley! He can do whatever he wants, so sit down and keep quiet!'

Severus tried hard not to burst into laughter. This scene would remain in his memory for years to come.

Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy were standing in the middle of the class, glaring at each other. Blaise and Harry were chuckling behind their desks and the rest of the students were looking just plain terrified.

Still, he regained his composure and managed to mutter silkily, 'Thank you for your lovely stand-up, Mr. Malfoy. You can sit now. As for Mr. Weasley – I would give him a chance to earn points for his house too.'

Ronald looked scared for a second, but, as Gryffindor traits took over, nodded.

'Where would you look for, should I ask you to find me a bezoar?'

Ronald's ears turned red as he stuttered something that sounded, 'I don't know…'

Severus just sneered and nodded.

'Clearly, Mr. Weasley, you are not capable of earning points to Gryffindor. You are lucky as I am in a good mood today, so you are not going to lose them either. Bezoar is a stone, taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. Now, Ms. Granger, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?'

Hermione stood up and smiled, saying, 'They are the same thing, also going by the name of aconite, Professor.'

Severus nodded and told the class to write all of that down.

The rest of the Potions class was quite uneventful.

Harry was still very proud over his father and made everything he could to be perfect in his classes. To be honest, he succeeded.

After classes, the Silver trio could be found sitting in their common room.

'Wow! Somebody managed to break in at Gringotts!' Draco exclaimed, as he was reading the Daily Prophet.

'No way! No one could break in at Gringotts.'

Draco shrugged and threw the newspaper to Blaise.

'It's true! The robbers weren't found and it's known that they tried to empty vault 713! Wait, that sounds familiar!'

Harry nodded.

'My dad was talking to somebody about it the day we got our letters. He ended the conversation as soon as we walked in, but I remember him saying something about vault 713…'

'I wonder what's in it.'

'What was in it, you mean. The vault was emptied the same day, just a few hours earlier.'

Harry looked into the fireplace. Flames were dancing around and Harry got the feeling that they knew something about the secret fortune, removed from Gringotts. Just like his father knew! He stood up and told his friends,

'I'm going to see my dad and ask about the 713… Don't wait up for me.'

With that, he left the common room.

Actually I have no idea about what I should write now... Ideas are welcome!