Surprises and Introductions

Harry stepped down from the platform and made his way to the Slytherin table, sitting next to Draco. The sorting was still going on and Harry couldn't help but begin to bounce his leg, he was hungry and getting rather impatient with how long this was taking. Mumbling to himself, "I swear if this doesn't end soon…" Draco snickered next to him, when finally the last kid was called, one Blaise Zabini going to Slytherin.

Dumbledore stood, "Welcome back everyone, and welcome to our new first years. A few short announcements, there has been an update to the list of banned items that can be located on Mr. Filch's door. I must also remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest, is in fact Forbidden. Also, no one is to venture into the third floor corridor, unless they wish to experience a most painful death… With that being said, eat up!" Waving his hands a scrumptious feast appeared in front of the students.

"I can't believe you actually made it in to his house Potter, not that it matters. Seeing how your family was full of blood-traitors and tainted by a mudblood." A surprisingly high pitched laugh came from a young boy that Harry remember as being Theodore Nott. Draco stiffened beside him while Harry merely raised an eyebrow.

"Well Mr. Nott, it's a good thing not all purebloods are as foolish and disrespectful as you. Why, Draco and his family have been wonderful hosts. Tell me, what was it your family did again? I can't seem to remember anything about them…" He smirked at the end of this, Looks like I found my first victim. Wonderful.

Nott's face twitched in response, it would seem that he didn't take to kindly of Harry's words. He turned away in a huff, realizing that he was outclassed in terms of political power. Draco gave Harry a small nod, indicating that was the proper way of diffusing the situation.

At the end of the feast Dumbledore stood, "Now that we are fully satisfied and I imagine quite tired, prefects please lead your houses to the dorms. Have a good evening everyone." With that said all four house tables stood and made their way toward their respective dorms. It turned out that the Slytherin common room was deep in the dungeons. The prefect, Marcus Flint, informed them that the password was "Silver Snake". Entering the common room the first years were forced to wait for Professor Snape.

When Professor Snape entered the room, the man looked like he wanted nothing more than to turn around and leave. He was quite tall, and had black oily hair and sallow skin. When he spoke it was very deliberate and rather calming to Harry. "Welcome to Slytherin. Any problems you have with your dorm-mates you will handle here. Outside of these walls, the other houses think we are nothing but evil scum. We must present a united front, do not show weakness in front of them. Always travel alone, and do not expect any special treatment." He glared at Harry as he said this. "Now, good night."

Marcus Flint stepped up, "Right, you all know me. If you need help feel free to ask any of the prefects, it'd be ideal not to disturb the 5th or 7th year prefects as they have their OWLs and NEWTs. If no one else is available, that's fine. First year dorms are down that corridor boys on the left, girls on the right. There will only be two to a room. Off to bed, now."

Draco and Harry shrugged, as they reached their dorm they were surprised at how homey it felt. It was decorated in deep greens, and subdued silvers. The beds were incredibly comfy looking and the torches gave it an eerie glow. Seeing that their things were already unpacked, they climbed into bed and fell fast asleep.

The next morning as they made their way to the great hall for breakfast, the Weasel decided to show his face. "Potter you good for nothing traitor! How dare you be with those slimy Slytherins!" He drew his wand when Professor Snape showed up.

"And what, do you think you're doing Weasley?" Freezing in his place, Weasley slowly turned. "10 points from Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack, and detention with Filch tonight. Now leave."

Draco and Harry were snickering as they made their way to the Slytherin tables. Of course, having a nice and relaxing breakfast was all but impossible when you were the Boy-Who-Lived. Nott approached them and couldn't resist saying something loud enough for them to hear, "Can you believe Malfoy is hanging around some half-blood like Potter? His family must be going down in shame at this point. I'm sure Lord Malfoy would prefer someone like me over him." That's when he tripped and broke his nose on the hard stone floor. Harry and Draco tried to withhold their laughter but weren't able to.

Professor Snape came over to see the commotion and hand out time tables. "Nott, don't make a fool out of Slytherin house. Merlin knows we could use some decent feedback at some point…" He muttered. "Here are your timetables, don't be late or I will make you rue the day you were born."

Harry gulped and Draco nodded, then they saw who shared most of their classes and it was the Gryffindor's. Looking up at the Gryffindor table they shuddered at the sight of the Weasel as he shoveled food into his mouth at an alarming rate. They were struggling to keep their food down, "I think we should go get our things for Transifguration." Harry nodded.

On their way down they met the Bloody Baron, their house ghost. "It has been some time since we had a Potter in our house. Make sure you do us proud boy." Harry gasped and Draco blinked owlishly.

"I'm sorry Baron, did you say there were Potter's in Slytherin before? I've never heard of them." The Baron scoffed, as if he was expecting anything less.

"My name is Bartholomew Potter, I was one of the first to attend Hogwarts. How is the family?" Harry's eyes became cold and narrowed at the Baron's words. Draco got a chill when he saw how stiff Harry went.

"I am the last of the Potter line Bartholomew. Voldemort's people murdered the rest, we should get going to class." The Baron's face was frozen in shock, what does one say to the last of your progeny? Especially one with such a heavy burden.

"You've my sincerest apologies Harry, we Potter's bounce back though. Our numbers become small and large like the waves of the sea. I've faith that your family will be the strongest of the Potter line."

When they made it into the classroom, they noticed a cat on the desk. Harry heard a voice though, the cat is McGonagall. Looking around he didn't see anything, shrugging he waited to see what would happen.

The Weasel came in a few minutes after the bell rang, that's when the cat jumped off her desk and transformed mid-air into McGonagall. There were gasps of shock all around, "Is there a reason you are late Mr. Weasley?" They heard him mumble. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I got lost." He said with his eyes down.

McGonagall sniffed, "Well, perhaps I should transfigure you into a map. Then perhaps you'll be on time next class. We'll be going over Gamp's First Law of Transfiguration, then I want you all to try and transfigure a matchstick into a needle."

As McGonagall launched into an explanation of Gamp's First Law, Hermione Granger couldn't help but add in various anecdotes about how you cannot make food appear out of thin air. Harry soon became bored with the matter and tuned out the rest until it was time to turn the matchstick into a needle.

"Good luck, I don't expect any of you to fully transf-" She stopped and stared at Harry who's matchstick was a perfect silver needle. "Mr. Potter, where is your matchstick?" Harry smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Professor? It's right here," he said indicating the needle. Her eyes widened slightly, Not even James pulled it off his first try. What is going on here? Harry waved his wand and it morphed back into the matchstick.

"Again Mr. Potter, make it gold this time." Harry broke into a grin and performed the transfiguration flawlessly. Her lips quirked into smile, "20 points to Slytherin, Mr. Potter. Feel free to aid your classmates." Harry nodded and chuckled when he saw Draco staring at him in open-mouthed awe.

"It's about will-power Draco, come now. Transfigure the thing, imagine every part of it becoming a needle." Draco's brow furrowed and he got it half-way, but it still had the lighting part. That's when they heard Granger's screech from the other side of the classroom.

"HE CHEATED!" The class grimaced at how loud she was. Ugh, can she be any more of a nuisance.

"Ms. Granger, what seems to be the problem?" McGonagall had her lips in a firm line. She was genuinely confused as to whether or not Granger thought Harry cheated in transfiguring the matchstick.

"He cheated! There's no way that he could have transfigured that matchstick into a perfect needle, back and then transfigure it into a gold one! It's not possible." McGonagall's eye twitched and Harry was doing everything in his power to control his rage.

"Ms. Granger. Are you the professor of this class? No, I didn't think so. It's quite possible if one is gifted in Transfiguration and given that Mr. Potter's father was indeed gifted at Transfiguration it is quite possible that he is a prodigy in the art. Now kindly sit down and get to work." McGonagall spoke with a firm tone, she'll have to talk to Granger about that later. Outbursts in the middle of class are hardly ever tolerated at Hogwarts, especially when it comes to Snape's class.

At the end of class, only a few people earned points. It ended with 22 points to Slytherin and 7 points to Gryffindor, with a few people pulling off partial transfigurations. Harry felt it'd be prudent to ask McGonagall about extra lessons, or at least recommendations for books to read.

The final class of the day was Potions with Professor Snape. The Gryffindors were dreading it, they were told from the upper years how he treats them, completely biased toward his Slytherins. As they were all sitting down a loud bang from the door closing occurred, Snape had his robes billowing behind him and he began speaking. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. Having said that I highly doubt most of you will learn to appreciate the power of Potions, I could teach you how to ensnare the mind. Bewitch the senses… Even put a stopper to death."

"It would be ideal however, for you to pay attention!" Granger looked up and saw Snape, glaring at her. "I expect you to focus on brewing these potions flawlessly, do not expect sympathy from me if you melt your cauldron."

"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"

Harry looked up, surprised at being called out. Very well, if you want to play this game Mr. Snape. We'll play. "That would lead to the potion known as Drought of the Living Death." Snape nodded his head.

"Good work Potter, 5 points to Slytherin. Malfoy, where would I find a bezoar?" Draco sighed and in his usual drawl….

"That would be in the stomach of a goat sir." Snape nodded once again.

"It seems not all of you are dunderheads. Final question. Weasley what are the differences between Aconite and Monkshod?" The Weasel raised his head and blinked. "I'm waiting Mr. Weasely, and five points to Slytherin for Mr. Malfoy's answer."

The Weasel spoke up. "I don't know, why don't you ask Granger? She's been dying to answer you questions." Snape sneered.

"10 points from Gryffindor for your cheek Weasley. Sit down Granger, no one likes a know it all. Now, the instructions for the boil cure potion are on the board. You have until the end of class. Begin."

As they began their brewing, Harry and Draco were doing excellent. However, not everything goes as smoothly as theirs. Without any sort of warning Neville Longbottom's cauldron blew up spilling his potion on him and his partner, Seamus Finnegan. Snape snarled in annoyance, "Get yourselves to the hospital wing and inform Madame Pomfrey of what happened."

Snape proceeded to stalk around the room inspecting the potions, when he came to Harry and Draco's cauldron he stopped. "Put the potion in a vial and place it on my desk for inspection. Afterword clean up and leave, you're finished." They nodded silently and did as they were told.

When they left Harry turned to Draco, "So, that was the infamous Potions class. I found it rather entertaining." He said with a grin.

Well, there we go! I thought about showing off a part of his powers but I think next chapter that'll happen. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please review!