Thank you all for such positive reviews to this fic!
This will be an interesting fic for me to write...I'm a hufflepuff (almost ravenclaw!) writing about slytherins…
;)
...and yes, I really did make Snape faint.
This next chapter is kinda a filler...more like a 'set-up' for future chapters.
Sorry it has taken me a little while to update...life happened, as per usual.
Well, enjoy chapter 2!
Severus Snape was a man rarely taken by surprise. Very little ever phased him, so finding out that both Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were purebloods was intriguing—not surprising. Finding out that the boy was raised by his Aunt Petunia was harrowing—not surprising. Finding out that he was descended from the Slytherin family line that was thought to have died out, with the only close relation left was through the Gaunt family that the Dark Lord was a part of, well, that shook his core. Ergo, the professor fainted.
He slowly awoke to the view of two of his newest snakes hovering over him in concern. "Back away, back away. You need not stay this close," he stated as he waved them away. "As it is getting to be quite late, I expect for you two to go to your rooms and get some sleep. We shall meet again tomorrow night to discuss everything. You both need etiquette classes along with learning what an heir-ship would entail. Potter, I would additionally like to speak with you, considering I knew your aunt growing up. She was jealous and annoying back then; I doubt she has improved over time."
The two nod and leave the room.
The following morning, the two new students could be found on the couch nearest the fireplace. Though still quite early in the day, the two looked to be quite awake. They spoke to each other in soft whispers.
"What are we going to tell the others Harry?" asked Hermione. She knew that she should let the others know that she wasn't muggleborn—just muggle-raised. Yet, Harry should reveal his heritage too. However, they were both unsure what would happen if Harry were to speak of being Slytherin's heir.
Harry thought on the question; he knew what she was actually asking. "I'm not sure Hermione. Maybe we can ask Professor Snape when we see him tonight, or something. Maybe we can tell the others that we are both purebloods, but through squib lines, but leave off the families of those squib lines? We can just say that since we are both new to the wizarding world, we don't know how certain names are perceived, and we just want to talk with the professor first before we explain our heritage fully."
"Alright."
They manage to find themselves in the great hall a little while later. While taking some food to eat for breakfast, Draco Malfoy seated himself directly across from the pair. "Good morning," he drawled; the sound of his voice, and the motion of rubbing his eyes conveyed bleariness.
"Good morning too you as well," Hermione began.
Harry continued: "Did you not get much sleep?"
Draco looked up at them. "Nah, I was too excited and nervous about classes to really sleep. You both look wide awake, however."
"We've just been up for quite some time now—we're both early risers," said Harry.
Professor Snape walked up to the trio just then, handed them their schedules, reminded Harry and Hermione to visit his office again that night, and finally walked away to pass out more schedules to more students.
"What was that about?" asked Draco.
Hermione looked at Harry to confirm the thought: This is our chance!
"Well, when we spoke with the professor last night, we found out that we are actually both purebloods-"
"I'll explain in a sec!" interjected Harry.
"-and he wishes us to go to his office this to begin etiquette lessons," stated Hermione.
"You're what?" Draco almost shouted. This attracted the attention of the other members of the house. One can totally see that they were going to eavesdrop on this conversation—exactly how the pair wanted.
"Well, apparently my mother's parents were squibs—my grandmother was a Warbeck, actually. I still need to talk with Professor Snape, however, about if I should share with you all my grandfather's heritage, as it is quite a controversial one. I'd likely have people who love and hate me even more so than they already do." Harry seemed to be a bit nervous, waiting for the others to start asking questions, but, fortunately for him, Hermione distracted the others with her lineage.
"According to the heritage potion I took last night, I, too, am a pureblood. Both of my parents were squibs. Whoever it was that asked last night if I was related to Dagworth-Granger, you'd be right. That's the family my father is from. My mother, on the other hand, was a Ollivander. I should probably write a letter to the wandmaker, to let him know."
The students in slytherin smirked. It would be easier for them to treat the two as their own now that their heritage wasn't a 'problem.' They won't let that slip outside the house, though, as it would be funny for them to see the other houses 'freak out' over seeing Slytherins 'act nice' to students of 'lesser blood.' Hah.
Soon, they were all off to class for their first day of the school year.
