Chapter 2

After the feast, the first-years were led by the perfects to their common rooms.

The Slytherin's were led by Raven King and Marko Webb, Slytherin's fifth year prefects. The group, consisting of thirteen students in total (counting the prefects), made their way down to the dungeons, stopping at a section of wall.

Raven and Marko turned to face the first years. "This is the entrance to our common room," Raven began. "You will not tell anyone from another house it's location, or our password."

"You will all find a seat, upon entering the common room," Marko continued. "In a few minutes, Professor Snape, our head of house, will arrive for his usual start of term speech. The password is," he turned to the wall, "Parselmouth."

The wall opened, revealing a short hallway, which the first years were ushered into. At the end of the hall was an elegant, Gothic-style room, with several hallways shooting off of the main room. It was decorated in greens and silvers, with a snake motif. A couple windows showed underwater scenes of the Hogwarts lake.

Harry and Hermione stayed close together, as several of the older students glared at them.

After a few moments, the door to the common room opened, and the tall form of Severus Snape walked into the common room, his cloak billowing behind him as he walked. His black eyes gazed around the common room, silencing all the the student's without speaking.

"Welcome to Slytherin House," Snape said, his soft voice reaching all corners of the room. He looked at the first years. "For those of you who are unaware, I am Professor Snape, Hogwarts potion master, and your head of house. I remind all of you, that this house stands united. The other three houses look down on us, and so we must stick together. To that end, any disputes you have with your fellow house-mates, stays in this common room. Once you step out into those hallways," he pointed at the entrance, "you are all united. And if I should hear otherwise, the offending party, or parties, will be serving detentions with me. And I assure you, they will be most unpleasant." Snape folded his arms across his chest. "You are the house of cunning and ambition. I expect each and every one of you to live up to that." He looked pointedly at Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. "That means that you will not be caught should you get into trouble. For every detention another teacher assigns you, you shall serve another with me, and I can assure you that they will be most...unpleasant."

Snape gestured to the prefects who came up and received stacks of paper from him, which they then began to pass out. "The prefects are passing out your schedules, and for the first years, maps of the school. I expect you all to arrive to your classes on time, tomorrow. Second years and up are dismissed."

The older students all shuffled off to their rooms, leaving Snape and the eleven first years alone in the common room.

Snape looked at each of them before speaking. "Unlike the other houses here at Hogwarts, we have individual rooms. That said, you may choose your roommates or you may bunk alone. Boy's and girls are not segregated, and if they allow it, you may bunk with an older student. That said, each room is warded so that only the rooms occupants, I, the headmaster, and Madame Pomfrey, our school healer, may enter without permission. These will be your rooms for all seven years of your education here at Hogwarts. And you will be stuck with the roommates you choose unless you allow a younger student to join you in the coming years. I suggest you choose your roommates wisely"

"Each of you have access to the Slytherin Library," he gestured over to a door which was labeled as library, coming off the common room. "Between that and the school library, I expect all of you to turn in nothing less than Acceptable on all of your work. Over the course of the week, I shall take each of you aside to discuss your goals and get to know each of you a little better."

He glared at each of them. "I expect you all to uphold the noble name of our house. You may find a room now," he gestured to one of the hallways. "You're belongings and beds will appear once you make your decisions. Dismissed."

All of the first years promptly split into onto groups.

Malfoy instantly claimed one room to himself, as close to the common room as the first-year hallway would allow. The remaining students paired up for their room, leaving Harry and Hermione to fend for themselves.

Harry looked over at his fellow mutant. "So, do you want to share a room?"

Hermione blushed. "I'm not sure. I don't want you to see me when I change clothes."

Harry blushed, but came up with an idea. "Worst comes to worst, I can leave the room when you change. But we might be able to construct some type of barrier for privacy."

Sheepishly, Hermione smiled. "In that case, I would love to share a room with you."

Smiling, the two mutants made their way down to the farthest room from the common room. Opening the door, they found two silver, four-poster beds, with green curtains. Both also had a dresser made of some type of black wood sitting next to each bed, and a matching desk and bookshelf for each of them. A grandfather clock stood in one corner to show them the time. Their trunks were already resting at the foot of their beds. They also noticed two doors off to the side, and quickly identified them as two bathrooms, each with a small tub and shower.

Hermione smiled. "I guess this means that we change our clothes in the bathrooms. I claim the one on the right, it's closest to my bed."

"You won't get any argument from me," Harry grinned. "This is so much better than I imagined."

"When your done ogling the bathroom, we should probably put our things away and get ready for bed," Hermione pointed out. "We've got to get up by six tomorrow if we're going to be ready for class and eat breakfast tomorrow. Though we should probably get up sooner to make sure that if we get lost we have time to spare."

Harry agreed and quickly set about unpacking.

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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, pondering what had happened during the sorting. Not only had Harry Potter gone to Slytherin house, but so had the first muggle-born in three-hundred years.

Now he didn't have any problems with Slytherins, one of his best-friends, Alastor Moody, had been in Slytherin after all. But the house was full of the children of former Deatheaters. He hoped that Harry and the young girl, Hermione Granger, would be okay in a house with prejudices against them.

The fact that Harry had gone to Slytherin had been a surprise to him, but that was only because both of his parents had been in Gryffindor. He was just thankful that Harry appeared to be healthy and happy. When he'd had to chose, ten years ago, whether to send Harry to the aunt he knew hated magic or the grandfather that never knew about his own daughter, let alone his grandson, he had taken a gamble. Knowing that Petunia Dursley would treat the boy with contempt at best, he settled for the unknown, Erik Lehnsherr, praying that he would accept and raise the boy.

And it appeared that he had.

Still, he planned to keep an eye on the boy, along with Ms. Granger.

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The next morning, Harry and Hermione were both dressed, and showered early. Checking their schedules, they discovered that they only had three classes, Transfiguration with Gryffindor, Charms with Ravenclaw, and Double Potions with Gryffindor again. Grabbing their required books from their bookshelves, along with other necessary supplies such as quills, ink, and parchment from their desks, they packed their bags for class and headed to the common room.

Only to be met by the entire Slytherin House.

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione, who just shrugged.

One of the boys, a tall, muscular one with large teeth stepped forward and spoke up. "You two don't belong here," he sneered. "Traitors and mudbloods have no place in Slytherin."

Having discussed a plan should something like this happen, Harry and Hermione were prepared. To the house's surprise, Harry smiled. "Hermione, I do believe that was meant as an insult."

Beside him, Hermione smiled, showing off her teeth and causing a few students to step back. "Really. I suppose we better show them what happens when they insult us. So who shall show them, you or me?"

"I think you can," Harry said, taking Hermione's bag from her.

"Thank you Harry," Hermione said sweetly, before snarling and jumping towards the student. Grabbing the boy before he could react, Hermione threw him across the common room, over his fellows, and into the wall. He fell to the floor unconscious.

Several other students went for their wands, only to stop when the silver chandeliers broke from the ceiling and headed right for them, causing students to scatter.

As the room calmed down, the looked to find the two first-years standing next to each other, Hermione's mouth opened in a silent snarl and prepared to pounce and Harry's hands outstretched as two chandeliers circled them.

Sure that he had everyone's attention, Harry closed his hands into fists, and the chandeliers were crushed into large silver balls. "Now then," Harry began, "would anyone else like to complain?"

Shouts and squeaks of no, along with several people shaking their heads, caused the two mutants to smile.

"Good," Harry said, releasing the silver balls to fall to the floor. He handed Hermione back her book bag. "Shall we go to breakfast?"

Hermione smiled, and stood up from her prepared stance. The students couldn't believe how the strong, snarling girl easily changed before their eyes into a sweet, innocent looking first-year. "I believe we shall," she said, as she accepted the bag from Harry.

As the two first-years left the common room, every student in Slytherin knew that their was a new king and queen in the serpent's den.

Even if a few began to plot on how to bring them down.

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It's not as long as I had hoped, but here's the nest chapter, please review and check out the challenges in my Forums (link on profile)

Also, I don't know how consistent updates will be, but I have, at least up to fifth year, this entire series planned out, so I just have to write the stories. So there will be a method to my madness if I do certain things that seem odd or out of place (such as the co-ed rooms in Slytherin). I am also going to give you all a hint as to whom Nightshade is, they won't appear until second year.

And, as I've had a couple of reviews about it, Magneto CAN control adamantium. At one point in the comics, he alters it at a molecular level and strips it from Wolverines body. This almost killed Logan, and it was also how he found out that his claws were actually a part of his natural mutation and not something Weapon X put in him. And, yes, Magneto's power is that he can manipulate the earth's magnetic field, but for the purposes of this story, I'm simplifying it to controlling metal. And Magneto has shown the ability to sense what type of metal is around him (I'm unsure if this is part of his actual mutation or if he has trained himself to sense it through the magnetic field however) so for the purposes of this story, I'm considering it part of his power.

Also in answer to some reviews:

Victor is Victor Creed or Sabertooth. And I won't say what version of him I'm using yet (you'll find out come Harry's Christmas break).

Tonks being a mutant or not, no one will find out until I introduce her, which won't be until fourth year.

Magneto is Lily's biological father, it will be explained later in the story.

I am going to try, real hard, not to bash characters. Ron is oblivious, but I thought he was in the books as well. And Draco is a bigoted ponce. They will end up on the wrong side of this story, but I am trying, TRYING, not to bash them. I make no guarantees that I will succeed.