A Slytherin's Son

A Slytherin's Son

Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter Characters and related insignia are property of JK Rowling.

Summery: What if Harry was TMR's son? Raised by nannies and tutors he is not what his father had hoped for. Now he is being forced to make the choice of becoming his father or being the person he was meant to be, AU. HP/?

Chapter Three

Julian sat in his room going over his check list for the seventh time. He wanted to make sure he had everything from his potions book and Quidditch posters to his tooth brush and his emergency portkey. The large brown school trunk was packed to the brim and he realized for the sixth time since he finished packing two hours ago that there really was nothing left for him to do.

His father had left for Germany two weeks ago and left him in the care of his tutor. Remus, as he was told to call him, was an excellent companion. Far better than any nanny that his father ever employed for him. But unlike the nannies, Remus left him to his own devices, up until now that had been a good thing but with nothing left to do Julian found himself wanting the old professor to come in and force him to do something.

Julian slammed the trunk closed picked up his wand which he had been practicing with everyday, and set off in search for his companion. When his room was found to be empty, Julian looked to the library. With no luck there, he searched the classroom. With no success there he tried the study, the kitchen, and then the greenhouse. All of which proved to be empty of intelligent beings. Defeated, Julian decided to wander; eventually something would pique his interest.

After thirty minutes Julian found himself in the rooftop garden, and to his delight he found his wayward companion. "Remus, I've looked everywhere for you!"

The graying man smiled over at his young charge and motioned for him to join him where he sat on the ledge of the roof. "Be careful I don't want you falling."

He stepped carefully over the rose bushes and took his teacher's hand and sat next to him. "What are you doing up here?"

Brown eyes laughed silently at the boys question, "I could you ask you the same thing, aren't you supposed to be packing?"

"Well I was, but I finished hours ago. Normally I would have gone and played my violin but that has been packed up as well as all the music that I want to work on, so I don't really want to play the piano either. All of my books are packed and it's too late to go fly. In other words I have absolutely nothing to do. I don't really know why I came up here in the first place. Why are you up here?"

"I came to see the sunset. Sunsets are probably the most perfect things in the world. They only last for such a short while. They are beautiful, silent and simple. Utterly perfect, and you never can see the same one twice. That and there is a new moon tonight, and I am most myself at new moon."

Julian looked out over the town he grew up in. It was flooded with yellows, oranges, and pinks from the setting August sun. Remus sat next to him breathing calmly and steadily. Julian was always curious about what exactly ran though his teacher's mind. Tonight was no different, "Why do you stay with me. Where is your Family? Do they miss you? I miss father. Do you not have one? I thought that everyone did, no matter how small it may be. I only have Father you know. Where's your family?"

Remus sighed and ran his fingers threw his graying hair, "You are my family Julie,"

Julian laughed, "That is just sad. Some family you got there! One klutzy eleven year old who has no life and no hope of ever getting one. Really great ……Remus? Will father hate me if I'm not a Slytherin?"

"I don't think you need to worry about that. I think you need to concentrate on the new world you are about to enter. So, shut up and think on that for a while and let me watch my sunset."

After several minutes of silence Julian looked back at his long time teacher and friend, "Remus, why don't you have a family?"

"Well Julie, some people just aren't so lucky. Not all of us are blessed with the charmed life that you live."

The boy looked questionably at the man next to him, "I don't understand. My life isn't charmed. Draco and Theo both have mothers and their fathers are actually there. How do I leave a charmed life?"

The werewolf turned to face his pupil, "Julian, you are about to enter a world that you have never encountered. Up until this point you have lived in a perfect world that your father manufactured for you. You have been sheltered from all of pains that this world has to offer. At Hogwarts you will learn many things, and encounter many different kinds of people. Not all of them grew up here in Hangleton, not all of them will agree with your opinions. They have not grown up like you and your classmates, they have not lived in mansions made marble, and slept in beds made of silk. Do understand what I'm saying?"

"I know that at Hogwarts there will be a great many people who are different from me. Father told me that…"

"You need to understand that you will learn things that will change how you view the world. They might even change how you view me, and the Snape's and Malfoy's, even how you view your father. Not everyone knows the man that you do, Julie. Very few actually know his heart. I don't want you blindsided by what might be coming."

Blue eyes looked into Brown. Julian was beyond confused, "Remus, my father has freed the magical world from oppression. He has allowed for expanded trade amongst the provinces and a greater education for all. The economy has never been better, and our population is booming. You taught me that. My father has allowed magical beings, no matter what their species, race or magical affiliation to live peace. Who could not know what kind of man my father is?'

"Julie you look at the world through rose colored glasses. You don't know what the price was for the peace we know. You asked why I don't have a family, I used to. I had friends once, very close friends. They were the family that life denied me."

Julian smiled, "Then why don't you go and see them?"

"Because Julie they died."

Cold settled over the boy's heart, "like my mother?"

Remus shook his head, "No Julie, not like your mother... Julian, do you know how your father came to power?"

"Yes, there was war. We learned about it in school. Well first there was collapse of the Ministry and then there was a battle in Hogsmead near Hogwarts. When father and the DE entered the Hogwarts grounds, and Dumbledore surrendered with out a fight. It was a bloodless coup. That is not to say that people didn't die. They did but, the transition was quick and smooth. It seamed to happen over night and people didn't really notice the difference. But then things got better for everyone. Full citizenship granted to those that had impure blood, meaning that the magical creatures could finally live without fear. And then Muggleborns began to be fully assimilated in to society through new programs, where before they all lived odd half lives caught between the world of their childhood and the world they were born to be part of. Reforms happened in Britain and shortly after magical Europe followed in our footsteps and joined with my father. It was the birth of the empire."

"Julie, many of the children you will meet will have had parents and relatives who died in that war. Some of them will have been on the other side. Do you remember what I told you about how history was written?"

"It's written by the victors."

"Do know what that means?"

Julian shrugged. "I would assume that it means that we learn their side of the story. But what does it matter who writes it? It's all the same. Dumbledore and his government were preventing the use of many different forms of magic and in turn removing the people's right to their innate abilities. Like I said, what does it matter who wrote it? It doesn't change what they did."

"There are two sides to every story. You only know your father's side. And you only know what he chose to tell you."

Julian looked away, the gravity of what his teacher was implying shook him to the core, "Are you saying that my father lied to me?"

"No Julian!" Remus reached out and pulled his students chin to make him face him once more, "What I'm saying is that what you will learn at school will change how you view our world and your role in it. I don't expect you to understand what I'm about to tell you but it might help you with what awaits you. I had a family once. I had three brothers. There was Peter, who was the little brother if ever there was one, Sirius, who was the guy we all wanted to be, and James, who was the best man I ever knew. One day before I knew what hit me, the war happened and I found myself standing alone at the end without my brothers. Your father was responsible for the death of two of them, one just before the end and one shortly after. By his hand they were killed. Some say they got what they deserved for playing both sides in the war but they haunt me to this day."

Julian looked in to the haunted eyes of his professor. "What happened to the other?"

"Sirius was changed by the events of the war. We severed all communication after James' death. He blamed himself for it and he had a psychotic break. He joined your father after he was classified as fully recovered, and then took a job offered to him in the department of underage wizardry. He started Black Academy and he married. I believe that he has four children now."

"And the other two? Who were they?"

"James Potter and Peter Pettigrew."

"James Potter? But the Potter's were some of Dumbledore's inner circle. James Potter was responsible for the death of twelve of the DE. Surely you can't blame my father for that, and Pettigrew killed 26 DE and nearly killed my Father with a muggle bomb. He received a trial and was sentenced to death. He got exactly what was coming to him."

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't expect you to understand this. You are too young and you know too little of what actually happened back then. I can never forgive myself for betraying my brothers, and I can never forgive your father for not listening to my pleas."

"Then why are you here? Why do you serve my father?" the boy was utterly confused.

"Because Julie he offered me something Dumbledore couldn't, a world that would allow me to be what I was meant to be. I'm a Werewolf! In the old world I was just animal. In this one I'm a man. But it came at a price. A price that I was willing to pay when I was young and more naive. You will hear stories about what your father did for peace, Julie. What he still does for peace. You will never look at him the same way again. Just as I don't. It is all part of growing up. You are just too young to understand now but in few years you will. When you feel as if nothing in world is certain, and believe me one day that will happen, you must remember one thing. One thing you can always be certain of is that you have people who love you. People who would die..."

Remus' voice caught in his throat, he was forced to take a calming breath to even continue. "Your father loves you and would do anything for your benefit. I know you are worried about the sorting but I promise you if you get placed in a house other then Slytherin I'll see to it that your Aunt Lillian talks some sense in to him. Go, get to bed Julie, you have a big day ahead of you."

"Goodnight Remus," Julian hugged his teacher goodnight, and he headed off down the stairs yelling back, "I hope that you find family again, a better family than me at least."

As the crickets began to chirp Remus whispered to himself. "There is no family better than you, Julie."

--

Julian arrived via floo at Platform 9 3/4 at ten thirty, closely followed by his teacher. He hated this form of travel more than any other. He was covered in soot from head to toe but thankfully Remus had taught him a spell to correct that particular problem. With a wave of his wand and the sound of an incantation the soot removed itself from his now pristine traveling robes.

"Julian, stay here for just a moment while I go and get you a trolley. Don't block the floo though."

Alone he began to examine his new surroundings. The scarlet steam engine stood majestically on the tracks, and students of all shapes and sizes ran about greeting old friends, saying goodbye to loved ones, and in general just getting their stuff where it needed to go. Julian took a deep breath and stepped to the side as the floo stated up again.

A safe distance away he watched and realized that he may hate how the floo got him dirty, but it could be much worse. A chubby olive skinned girl came out of the floo that he had just moved away from only to fall flat on her face, and to make matters worse the floo ignited again and another olive skinned person followed. Unable to get a firm footing due to the feet that remained in the floo, the boy lost his balance and fell on top of her.

"Noelle, honestly!"

"You're standing on my shirt Blaise!"

"Just learn how to land before next time, or don't come at all it's embarrassing."

Julian laughed at the two before he spotted Remus walking over to him, carefully avoiding the accident he had just witnessed.

"What happened there?" The teacher asked laughing at the siblings who were now being separated by their very beautiful mother.

"Well apparently someone doesn't know how to use the floo correctly," Julian followed his teacher over to the train where several students were waiting in a line to load their trunks onto the train.

"Well hopefully she learns soon. Now Julie, pay attention, you will need to know how to do this in years to come. Your bags have to be searched for any contraband, so you must come over to the ministry officials that are stationed at seven entrances to the train. Did you pack a day bag for your trip?"

Julian nodded and pointed to his trunk, "I just left it in the trunk. I was going to get it out once we got here."

"Well you might want to get it out now. They are going to want to check that thoroughly." Doing as he was told he wondered what the issue was.

As several older students lined up behind him, he over heard them complaining about the searches but Julian figured it must have some reason that made all the trouble worth it in the end. When he reached the end of the line a gruff ministry official opened his trunk and began to cast spells on its contents, and a tall man motioned for Julian and Remus to step forward.

"Put your bag over here. No, on the table."

Julian did as he was told and then walked back over to the wizard who was performing several spells on Remus. "I expect you off the train in ten minutes sir. You may exit at any exit and you are to make sure that this number is returned to an official"

Remus nodded and stepped on to the train, and immediately motioned for the men attempting move the trunk aboard to have it placed with the other baggage that was stacked waiting to be loaded into the baggage car.

"Step here inside the circle please. Empty your pockets in that basin just there and hold your wand in your hand where I can see it."

Julian did as he was told and watched uncomfortably as the tall wizard cast several spells over him. It felt as if small bugs were crawling over his skin searching for anything that might remain hidden. When it was determined that he was indeed clean he picked up his Galleon satchel and his travel pack and climbed aboard the train joining his professor who was holding a very large oversized coin, that had a green number 74 printed on it.

"It is for the protection of the students and the school at these searches are conducted, come along, let's try to find you somewhere to sit."

The prince nodded and followed as the werewolf walked him through the crowded car. They walked through six different cars before he was led into a empty compartment. "This will work, for now. Once the train gets going you can try and find your friends." The wizard sighed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter, "Your Father wanted me to give you this. He said for you not to open it until you get to your new dormitory tonight after you settled in. The envelope is charmed so you don't really have an option."

Julian turned and put away the thick letter in his bag and turned back to his tutor who continued to speak, "Don't be nervous, I promise you once you get there you won't miss us much. Do keep on top of your studies, and don't pull any tricks like you did at the Academy. It will only hurt you in the long run. And…."

The werewolf looked down at this hands and began to turn a bit white, "Do remember what I told you, don't take what you will learn too much to heart. Learn from it and endeavor to become the best man you can be."

"Remus," Julian looked in to the brown eyes that seemed lost, "I'm not afraid."

"I know you aren't! But please remember what I told you about history; about how there are two sides to every story. Also know you are not your father. You are your own person. Never forget that. Never forget who you are."

"You worry too much Remus," Julian threw his arms around the older mans waist and hugged him. "You have so little faith. I promise to write, and you will send me hints to where all the secret passages are. I'll see you next summer. And Remus try not to worry, I'm about to start the greatest journey of my life."

"And what journey is that?"

"My coming of age!"

The coin that was previously green turned yellow signaling that it was time for Remus to remove himself from the train, He hugged the boy a little tighter and placed a kiss to the top of his head, "May the gods watch over you and guide you on your way to greatness."

Without another word or glance, he was gone and Julian was alone. He ran to the window and looked out hoping to see where the werewolf had gone to but when the man kept walking without looking back, Julian felt his heart sink. The other parents were all smiling and waving, but Remus just disappeared never looking back. Julian realized then that Remus wasn't his parent, and that he didn't have his family there to say goodbye. Just as pain clinched around his heart he forced himself to stop thinking about how his father had yet again not been there, and then he quickly reminded himself that his father was doing what was best for his people and only a rotten and spoiled child would demand a King put aside the needs of millions to appease the wants of one boy.

So instead of thinking about his father or anything that would make him upset, he sat down and pulled out his charms book and began to read. He was nearly done with the text. Remus had told him that it was a good idea to know what was coming, so that he knew what was to be expected of him. So shortly after getting his text books Julian began to read each of them. As it was, he only had two more chapters before he was finished with all of his texts. Julian continued his reading on animation charms but after a short while he became aware of the fact that the train had begun to move. He quickly set his book down and leaned forward in his seat to take a look out at the parents.

Fathers were waiving final farewells and mothers were holding back tears. The way they were acting a person would think that they wouldn't be back here in December to pick their beloved children for Christmas Holiday. After the platform was out of sight Julian tuned back to his book. He read for about an hour or so before the compartment door opened. Looking up Julian recognized Draco and Theo, he tossed his book to the side and smiled, "Hey guys, where have you been?"

Theo sat down on the seat next to his friend and pointed to Draco to answer who remained standing in the door. "Well we ran into a bunch of muggleborns going through their orientation. I know my mother said that the number of muggleborns being born was rising but I had no idea that there would be so many of them."

"How many were there?" Julian was fascinated by the idea of muggleborns because it went against everything that was known about genetics. Ministry scientists had isolated the genes responsible for hereditary magic and concluded that they behaved in similar ways as the genes that determined a person's height, where there are several sets of genes coding for the same thing. The more that coded for tall stature the taller you were. Magic was the same but the number of "m" genes varied from person to person. No two people had the number of sets or the same combinations. Parents passed on their particular code but only pieces of it. That was how certain magical gifts became hereditary. Unlike inherited m genes, muggleborns possess a completely new set of m gene combinations, combinations that were completely unique. This spontaneous m gene generation does happen in pure blood lines but it was more difficult to detect. The Metamorphmagus gene and the Animagus gene are examples of more extreme spontaneous m gene generation that has only ever occurred in pure bloodlines. However there was no evidence to support the claim that muggleborns were not capable of spontaneously producing these particular m genes.

"Well there must have been at least twenty of them. Father said that the new program was much more focused on teaching them about how to be wizards and to live in our society. They explain to their parents what a gift it is to be like us. And now students who previously never would have attended Hogwarts are coming droves! They even came up with a new classification for them for Ministry documentation!"

"Really?"

Theo just laughed, "Yeah they are now calling them First Generation Magical Beings. It is all encompassing because some come into their powers through unconventional means, like werewolf or vampire bites for example."

"That's cool," Julian smiled, and started to look through his bag for his chess set.

"Do you know how many first years there are, this year?" Draco asked to no one in particular. "I heard that that we're the largest class the school has ever seen."

"I think the number is close to 100." Theo was the one who answered, while he helped set up the chess pieces. "But the class sizes are only going to get larger. You know they are actually talking about opening a new school in Wales to help with the problem. Hogwarts was never intended to house so many students."

"How is it you know so much about the school, Theo? It's you turn," Julian started the game with his standard first move.

"Well you know my father is the head of the Department of Underage Wizardry and this is a lot of what they have to deal with. With the standardization of all European schools most of the parents that previously home schooled or sent their children to alternative schools are happily sending them off to Hogwarts or one of the larger magical institutes. It is a good problem to have. It means that people are content and feel safe."

"Too true. Check!"

"Well it looks like someone needs to practice. Eh, Theo?"

Theo pouted and quickly directed his king to safety, "well not all of us even like this game, Draco. I'm only playing cause I was closer."

Julian laughed, "Excuses, excuses, Check."

"GAH!"

--

The hours past and the boys changed into the school robes that they had brought with them. "I think your dad wants you in Slytherin. Don't you?"

Julian looked at his school robes that were lined in dark green and already bore the Slytherin patch, "please don't start, you guys. You know I'm nervous. He made sure that everything I brought had at least the Slytherin coat of arms on it. That is not even taking into consideration how almost everything is green! I don't even like green. I don't know what is going to happen if I get placed elsewhere."

Draco laughed, "You'll tell your father and watch the headmaster be torn to shreds for placing you in the wrong house. And then after the argument is over you will make your way over to the dorms you rightfully belong in, and make us all jealous of your amazing collection of music and fine robes."

The other two boys laughed as well. Another hour passed uneventfully and soon they made there way out of the train upon its arrival. Their bags were taken from them as the first years were pulled away from the returning student body.

Julian looked around at his peers and saw that Theo had been right about this being a large class. There were indeed close to 100 students here. The Muggleborns were all pulled to one side and had a seventh year with them, probably to answer their questions. They were dressed differently from the rest though. Unlike the rest of the students their uniforms were different. The clothing that was worn was the same but instead of long open front robes they wore short coats. On the front where his peers had yet to have their house coat of arms embroidered the Muggleborns wore the Hogwarts Crest. They looked in every way like the pictures he had seen of muggle school children.

"Alright students come along follow me." A very large very hairy man called out to the students and then began walking on to a dark, steep path that led away from the station and in to the woods. Several of the others began to whisper how they were scared. The vocalizations only accomplished one thing, annoying any other student with a brain.

"Theo, stay close to me. If we have to get paired for anything I really don't want to have to deal with one of the whiners," Julian whispered in his taller friend's ear.

"But what about Draco?"

Smiling he just looked at his friend until it clicked.

"That is just wicked. You know that he can't tolerate stupidity on any level. Oh, you are so mean."

Julian shrugged and laughed to himself. As the mass of students turned one final corner the sight of the school stopped all the whiners in their tracks. Atop a high mountain over a great lake, stood a mighty castle with turrets and towers, its windows all shone brightly welcoming home old students and inviting the new ones to come and enter its great halls of learning. Julian smiled as the lake glittered reflecting the light from the school, the stars, and the crescent moon above. Looking to the shore he spotted boats that seated four and quickly while the other students stood gawking at the view he grabbed the arms of Theo and Draco and pulled them in to one of the rickety boats.

Once all of the students made it into a boat they all lurched forward. The force caused Julian to fall off of his seat and land in the floor of the boat.

"That was graceful!" Draco snickered,

The fleet floated along and when they reached the bottom of the cliff the large man yelled for them all to put there heads down. The boats floated through a long narrow tunnel which eventually led to a large cavern that was lit by flaming torches. The boys' boat was the first to reach the shore so the three quickly jumped out and went to the stairs and made their way up a long stone passage way. They led the group at a driving pace. They wanted to be the first to see whatever there was to see. The passage way opened and before them stood Hogwarts in all of her glory.

The boys hurried forward to allow for the others to come up and see the view. The large man finally reappeared and called to them all to follow him. Looking over his shoulder Julian saw the muggleborns follow their guide like a string of small ducks. Unlike the rest of them, though, they were all being led to another entrance. When he heard a loud knocking Julian turned his attention back to the front of the group the doors opened and there stood a very stern looking witch who had graying black hair that was pulled back in to a tight bun.

"First Years for you Professor,"

"Thank you Hagrid I'll take them from here."

The students followed the professor into the entrance hall and ogled at its historic grandeur. Most everyone here had been weaned on stories about this great school. To actually see it and to stand in its halls was like having your dreams come to life in front of you. The stern professor however drew their attention back to her with the use of only a few words, "Welcome to Hogwarts, I'm Professor McGonagall and very shortly I will lead you through these doors behind me where the students and teachers of Hogwarts wait to see you sorted. You will be joined shortly by the second year first generation students. At which point you will all undergo this very important ceremony together where you will be sorted in to your houses. Your house will become your family. You will take classes with them, live with them, eat with them, and interact with them in every moment of your days here.

"There are four houses each with a noble and long history and each is known for producing outstanding witches and wizards of all kinds. Here at Hogwarts your triumphs will earn you house points and any mischief and rule breaking will cause you to lose them. At the end of the year the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup which is a great honor. I'm sure each of you will be a credit to your house."

Julian turned to see a group of about fifteen students walk in from one of the side doors to the hall. They were older and dressed exactly the same as the rest of the students, "Now that the First Generation Students have arrived we can get started. Follow me."

With a wave of the old professor's hands the doors opened and the students followed her forming two single file lines as they went. She led them into the hall where they all looked around like children in a candy store as they took in the light of thousands of candles glittering on golden cutlery. Six tables were present. Four long tables that ran the length of the room each filled with students of one of the hoses. At the top of the hall was a table filled with teachers. Julian smiled at his Uncle Severus, he knew the man taught potions here but to see him sitting so sternly at the front of the great hall made it hit home. The last and smallest table sat at the back of the hall. It was currently vacant of students. Julian assumed it must be for the first year muggleborns. As they reached the front of the room the first years scrambled for position, some preferring to be in the middle of the mass while others wanted to remain safely hidden in the back. Julian and his friends however, stood proudly in the front.

McGonagall, who had disappeared unbeknownst to the first years, reappeared placing a stool in front of the mass of students. She then placed a dirty frayed old had on it. It twitched and suddenly, startling several of the whiners from earlier, it began to sing a song about the houses.

Julian listened to it tell them the traits of the four houses and he began to feel his stomach drop out of his body and great lump rise in to his throat. When the song ended Julian began to feel very cold. The student body cheered but he just stared at the hat. He felt the blood drain from his face. That dirty old had held his fate in its nonexistent hands.

"When I call your name you will step forward sit on the stool and I will place the hat on your head. At that point you will be sorted! Aaron, Thomas,"

Julian watched as a second year stepped forward and was sorted to Gryffindor. His hand crept up to his mouth and he couldn't stop himself from biting at the nails that had be left forgotten for three weeks. He watched as student after student were called up one by one to be sorted. Every time he heard a house name called out by the hat he felt the temperature in the room around him drop a degree. He was vaguely aware of Draco's pat on the back and Theo's squeeze on his shoulder that each left him with when they were called forward. Julian did not need to hear where his two friends were placed. He knew the boys were in Slytherin. Before he knew it, it was his turn.

"Riddle, Julian"

When he didn't step forward, McGonagall yelled louder, "Riddle, Julian"

This time he forced his feet to work and he walked up and sat down on the stool. Glancing up at the student populace he could see several students straining their necks to catch a glimpse of him. He was certain that they were talking about him too. His name was well known even if he himself wasn't. The hat settled upon his head and Julian tried to swallow back the bile that was threatening to come up.

"Well, well what have we here? A young prince, one of Salazar's own too, well aren't you interesting."

"I'm not that interesting; I want to be in Slytherin."

"I can see that, but I think you need to be aware that you could do very well in any of the houses. You might even do better in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff then you would in the house of your ancestors."

"But I wouldn't...I... I couldn't! My father you see."

"I remember your father. He had drive. He was probably the most ambitious individual I ever had the honor of sorting. You on the other hand don't really know what you want. I think it is because you don't know that is expected of you. Gryffindor would be too much for you to handle but I'm still in the air about the other three. You could fit in well in all of them."

"Please, I beg you... My father he… all wants in the world for me to follow in footsteps. And all I want is for him to be proud of me."

"my boy, that is a frightening statement. If I give you what you want I fear you shall become him. But if you were to go to the house of knowledge, Ravenclaw, you could do so much good!"

"I don't care how much good I can do! If my father isn't happy, then tell me, what is the point?"

"That is something for you figure out for yourself. Everyone wants their father's approval Julian, but you can't let him run your life. Your life is your own. You could learn that in Hufflepuff. You could sculpt a life that the world would envy. You could create a family that would give their lives to save you. Not many can have that?"

"But I don't want a life that people envy; I don't want those kinds of friends. I want to stand at my father's side and have him not be ashamed of me. I want to be a man my father would be proud to call son."

"I'm afraid you don't know what you will have to do to become that man. I'm afraid you don't know who that man is. I fear for you, I hope you will not lead the life he wants for you. I pray that your ambitions change, Good luck young Prince. SLYTHERIN!"