Harry Potter My Way
Chapter 4
-------Night in Dumbledore's office----------
"How could he be put in Slytherin?" asked McGonagall horrified.
"I do not know" said Dumbledore, he was pissed off. How dare that little, annoying brat destroy his plans that he had set almost ten years ago.
"Are we stopping the plan or what?" asked Severus. He really did not want, to be horrible to any of his Slytherins, but knew he had to do as the headmaster asked. He after all, owed the man a life debt.
"No! It will continue, I will make sure he asks to be restored into Gryffindor, I will ask him." said Dumbledore "Severus ask him to come to my office at breakfast" he demanded.
"Very well Headmaster" said Severus stiffly.
"Good! That's where he should be" sniffed McGonagall.
"Then how come he was put in Slytherin Professor?" demanded Severus. How he hated them, with that said he was out of the house in a flash. He really did not want to be horrible to Harry, but as he walked on he knew he had no choice. Not only because of the life debt he owes Dumbledore, but because of the other death eater children in Hogwarts.
Getting into his quarters he dropped his masks, he was safe in there, from everything. Drinking a large fire whiskey he said to the drying flames "I'm sorry Harry" as he went to bed, getting into his own silky sheets he too fell asleep.
-----------Next morning----------
Harry woke up with a yawn, getting up he showered being the first up, he took his time. Getting dressed in his new, cool Slytherin uniform. He had always liked dark colours, and the new clothes made him feel like a prince. Anything new made him feel that way, never having new clothes before, made it all the better. He just wondered how the day was going to go. He had classes, and was glad he read the books, or he knew he would be in trouble.
Walking into the great hall, he sat at the place he had sat yesterday, and began eating his breakfast. Not many people were there yet, for that he was glad. But soon the place was filling up, with students. The Slytherins, of course had cooled down, and they reminded everyone of there motto 'protect there own' so Harry was going to be fine.
"Potter! The headmaster wishes to speak to you" said Severus, the other Slytherins were surprised. Severus Snape favoured his Slytherins, he swept Harry away, ignoring the shocked looks he was getting, from his snakes.
"Yes Sir" said Harry. Grabbing his bag, he followed his professor, confused at why he was getting treated harshly. Were teachers not supposed to be fair? Was this school going to judge him too? Just like in his muggle one? He knew for sure, if it continued he was going to leave.
Not one word was said, as they made there way around the castle, Harry looked at everything in awe. This all seemed still like a fairy tale to him, and felt like he was going to wake up in his cupboard and find it all a dream. Of course, he just pinched himself to find out. Walking into a gold room, he could tell the man must have been in Gryffindor.
"Ah Harry good to see you" said Albus Dumbledore sitting behind his desk.
"Do I know you?" asked Harry. He showed no emotion, although he wanted to show his disgust. So this was the man that had been stealing from him? He knew right there and then, if he told anyone they would not believe him. So that scratched Revenge, from his list of to do things.
"Oh I'm sorry I did not introduce myself, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I am headmaster of this school" said Professor Dumbledore.
"I'm Harry Potter, first year Slytherin student" said Harry smoothly. He heard a cough behind him. Severus had to stop himself from laughing, Harry was defiantly a snake.
"Yes about that, well I knew your parents, both of them were Gryffindors they were very bright and talented I was wondering if you would like to be resorted into Gryffindor, and make your parents proud?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"They are dead Headmaster they will never be proud" said Harry bluntly. He knew that, it did not matter what he did. His parents would never be alive to be proud of him.
"Yes, they are but they died for you, surely you don't feel like that" said Professor Dumbledore.
"That's right Professor they are dead, no matter what I do they cannot come back and be proud, plus I did not grow up with them, if I did I might be in Gryffindor plus I cannot help where the hat placed me" said Harry.
"Well that can be fixed, I'm sure it will resort you elsewhere" said the headmaster.
"That's all well and good headmaster, but I happen to like were I am, and you have no right, to tell me how my parents would have been proud. You are their headmaster not their parents no one really knows them, apart from themselves" said Harry.
"Very well Harry" said Albus, his twinkle long gone. This was not going anywhere near the way it was supposed to.
"And it's Mr. Potter, I wonder what the school would say to you calling a student by their first name. And I better go; I'm sure you have quite a few people to see and ask them wither they want resorted I suppose, or was it a one of wanting your boy-who-lived to go into Gryffindor and be your perfect golden boy?" said Harry. Not waiting for a reply he fled down the stairs and into the great hall again.
Severus said silently into the room 'good boy, I'm proud of you my little snake even if I never show it'
"That did not go well" said Professor Dumbledore. Slumping into his chair, sucking his lemon drop, he wondered what he could do to get Harry to like him.
"You may go Severus" said the headmaster. The man had let him stay, in hopes of watching one of his precious Slytherins, get sorted into Gryffindor. But as the headmaster said, it did not go well.
When Severus got back to his seat, he saw that Harry was back and eating his lunch. No one but Harry, who had been watching out the back of his eye saw the sorrow filled gaze land on him. Harry did not like that look at all, it made him feel like he was just about to be handed to the lions on a slaughter. He would not realize until potions.
Severus Snape soon came around, with the timetables; he roughly stuffed it in Harry's hands. Harry himself was becoming more and more confused by the man's actions as the time wore on. What was with the man? First he treated his coldly, then looks at his sorrow filled and then he is back to treating him horribly? Gods.
Slytherin Timetable
Monday:
8:00 AM. Defence Against the Dark Arts
10:00 AM. Transfiguration
1:00 PM. Charms (Ravenclaw)
3:00 PM. Double Potions (Gryffindor)
Tuesday:
10:00 AM. History of Magic (Ravenclaw)
1:00 PM. Herbology (Hufflepuff)
9:00 PM. Astronomy (Ravenclaw)
Wednesday:
8:00 AM. Defence Against the Dark Arts
10:00 AM. Transfiguration
1:00 PM. Charms (Ravenclaw)
3:00 PM. Double Potions (Gryffindor)
Thursday:
10:00 AM. History of Magic (Ravenclaw)
1:00 PM. Herbology (Hufflepuff)
9:00 PM. Astronomy (Ravenclaw)
Friday:
8:00 AM. Defence Against the Dark Arts
10:00 AM. Transfiguration
1:00 PM. Charms (Ravenclaw)
3:00 PM. Potions
Breakfast: 7:00 AM. Lunch: 12:30 PM. Dinner: 7:15 PM.
Ravenclaw Timetable
Monday:
8:00 AM. Transfiguration
10:00 AM. Defence Against the Dark Arts
1:00 PM. Charms (Slytherin)
3:00 PM. Double Potions (Hufflepuff)
Tuesday:
10:00 AM. History of Magic (Slytherin)
1:00 PM. Herbology (Gryffindor)
9:00 PM. Astronomy (Slytherin)
Wednesday:
8:00 AM. Transfiguration
10:00 AM. Defence Against the Dark Arts
1:00 PM. Charms (Slytherin)
3:00 PM. Double Potions (Hufflepuff)
Thursday:
10:00 AM. History of Magic (Slytherin)
1:00 PM. Herbology (Gryffindor)
9:00 PM. Astronomy (Slytherin)
Friday:
8:00 AM. Transfiguration
10:00 AM. Defence Against the Dark Arts
1:00 PM. Charms (Slytherin)
3:00 PM. Herbology
So Harry went to classes, transfiguration was boring, he already knew what to do, but the woman not once looked in his direction giving Gryffindor points to those who did it. Harry knew he was getting treated unfairly, but he just shrugged his shoulders, he did not care. He was there to learn magic, not house points. Defence against the dark arts turned into one big joke. The guy teaching it was scared of his own shadow, but something bothered Harry. And he continued sweating, he found the man was the most amazing actor he had ever seen. He thought there and then, 'never to underestimate him' Harry knew he was acting; the act was masterful only if you did not know what you are looking for. His scar was burning up too; he knew that it could only mean one thing 'Voldemort'
He enjoyed charms, he was good at that, the man treated him fairly and told him about his mother. Apparently she was Professor Flitwick's favourite, and also learned his mother became a charms mistress. His last lesson, was what he was looking forward to, potions, he was good at cooking and liked the look of potions.
"IN!" was yelled by his head of house. As he got down to the dungeons, with a sigh he walked in, going to a part of the dungeons where he would be himself he sat down. He did not want anyone, messing up his potions.
Once all the students were seated, Gryffindors on the left, the Slytherins on the right, Professor Snape began to speak
"You are here to learn the subtle arts of what is potions making
There will be no foolish wand waving in my class. I will teach you the subtle art of potion making. You could brew glory, bottle fame, or even put a stopper on death."
He did the register when it came to Harry he said, "Ah, Harry Potter, our new celebrity."
After completing the role call, Snape barked out, "Potter."
Harry barely jumped, saying "Yes, professor?".
"Tell me, Potter. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked, a predatory gleam circling his eyes.
"If you added powdered root of asphodel into an infusion of wormwood you would get a sleeping draught so powerful, its known as the draught of the living death," said Harry confidently.
"Hmm. Well then, where would I find a bezoar?" Snape asked inwardly proud of his student.
"You would find it in the stomach of a goat professor, it would save anyone from most poisons" said Harry.
"About what about the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape stood directly in front of the first year.
"I cannot tell you" said Harry.
"Well it doesn't seem you studied..." said Severus because he was interrupted.
"because there are none, they both go by the name aconite" said Harry.
Severus felt his jaw drop open; no first year knew these answers! How could he punish the boy now? For he knew his potions.
"Hm... Ten points from Slytherin for being a know it all" said Severus before going away. He did not want anyone to see the guilt within his eyes. He did not want to treat Harry this way, but there was no other choice. The Slytherins were confused, why was he treating a Slytherin this way?
The potions class did not get any better, his potion was perfect but he got points off, for it being too runny when his potion was fine. And because his desk was too untidy. Harry never once complained, he knew they were in the wrong, and he had done nothing wrong.
After spending the rest of the day stuck in the library, doing his homework and everything, he was walking down to the dungeons when he was ambushed. Spells were flung at him, painful curses, and they then left him there, bleeding on the floor. He did not know who had done it, and did not care he just wanted the pain to go away. Getting up, he went to the bathroom, thankfully meeting no one on his way there. Cleaning up, and using the finite spell he went to bed. All he knew was who ever hurt him was not a first year, because no first year new the spells that had been thrown at him.