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Chapter 4
Artemis woke up to Draco leaning over his bed. "Man, I thought you'd never wake up, it's 7:15! Don't you usually get up at 5:30 or something? We've got 40 minutes till we head down to breakfast."
Artemis groaned. He felt exhausted, but that was probably because of the exertion from the dual last night. He got up and, after dressing and performing his 25-minute hygiene ritual, headed down to the common room with Blaise and Draco.
Artemis picked up a book on Animagi. He knew this was from the restricted section, but decided not to question it. He started to read it, intrigued. Perhaps, if I started now, I might become an Animagus by the end of second year. I am a fast leaner and a genius after all.
The three Slytherin boys headed down to the Great Hall at 7:40 as to avoid the crowds of students that usually arrived around 7:50. Sure enough, ten minutes later, what looked like the whole of Gryffindor exploded into the Great Hall, disturbing the peace and quiet.
Breakfast appeared in the platters on the table, and the Slytherins tried their best to look away from the Gryffindor table, seeing as Ronald Weasley was again eating as if he'd never seen food in his life.
Artemis looked at his schedule, first they had History of Magic with Ravenclaws, then free period, Herbology with Hufflepuffs, Potions with the Gryffindors, then one last free period.
The Slytherins quickly headed up the common room and get their History of Magic book, then headed over to what might be the most boring class in the history of Hogwarts, taught by most definitely the most boring teacher in the history of Hogwarts, Professor Binns, a ghost.
After the rest of the Slytherins and Ravenclaws had trickled into the room, the pale form of the much-despised ghost, Professor Binns, floated up from behind the desk.
Professor Binns droning voice began a long monologue, and after some time (5 minutes) even the nerdy and studious Ravenclaws looked like they might fall asleep then and there.
Blaise was snoring loudly, Draco's eyelids were drooping, and Artemis was transfiguring his quill into different small items, and when a baby garter snake came onto Draco's side of the desk, Artemis quickly scooped it up and transfigured it back into his quill. Draco would have been surprised, but he had seen Artemis do many advanced spells during the dual, so he expected as much.
Binns droned on, and on, for what seemed like forever to Artemis, and he was getting bored of transfiguring his quill. He looked over at Blaise in amusement. He was snoring loudly and it was a miracle Professor Binns did not catch this. Then again, Binns did not catch Artemis transfiguring his pencil into a snitch.
After what felt like 45 days instead of 45 minutes, the bell rang and Blaise jumped up from his desk screaming for the world to hear, "FREEDOM!" Draco and Artemis rolled their eyes in synch. Blaise, always the drama queen (king)
After Blaise had finally calmed down, the Slytherin Trio headed down to the common room to spend their free period. The girls were spending their time in the library, studying, but none of the boys wanted to study. (Artemis, because he already knew the entire first year curriculum, and the other two boys because, well, who wants to study?)
Blaise had challenged Artemis to a game of Wizard Chess, and Artemis had demolished him after a mere 10 minutes. Blaise threw his hands in the air after the third round of him being destroyed and said, "Oh my gosh, this is hopeless, I officially give up." Artemis just smirked at him.
After the free period was over, the Slytherin Trio grabbed their Herbology books and headed outside towards Greenhouse 1. Artemis took one look at the plants and knew that Herbology was NOT his strong suit. Even if he WAS a genius. Plants and dirt were not his area.
Pretty soon, Professor Sprout had them planting stupid little flowers that looked like dandelions and apparently had the ability to heal headaches if you extracted the juice from their leaves. Both Artemis and Draco had been raised as rich purebloods, and had no intention of planting flowers, lest get dirt under their fingernails. They both hung back and let their partners do the work.
Sadly, Professor Sprout noticed them and forced them to work. Artemis pretended to help Blaise plant, and Draco pretended to help Pansy. After they had finished 'Planting' the stupid flowers, Professor Sprout gave them a talk about how 'Important' and 'Necessary' Herbology was to the Wizarding world. Honestly, Artemis saw no point in Herbology, but he did not want a detention on his second day.
After class was over, they headed back to the common room. Blaise and Draco got into a long and (in Artemis's opinion) pointless argument over which house-elf was worse, Dobby, or Nufi.
"Nufi checks the mail for dangers to master five times before giving it to us!"
"Dobby only wears pillowcases 15 years old or older!"
"Nufi once cleaned the front hall 1001 times in a row but never cleaned anything else during that time!"
This meaninglessness continued for five or so minutes, but it felt like 5 hours to a certain Slytherin genius.
In the end, Blaise gave in, after Draco pointed out that one night Dobby only gave them plastic utensils, in fear that they would try and commit suicide. The stupid house-elf refused to give Lucius the utensils, but quickly gave them back once he had been threatened with torture and death.
Blaise was sulking on the couch from defeat, and Draco was giving him a smug smirk. He sighed, sometimes his friends were so childish.
Blaise looked at the clock and his mouth formed a smirk. "Hey guys, its 7:15! Time for some entertainment provided especially by one Severus Snape and his precious Gryffindors."
The other Slytherins smirked. They knew how much the potions master despised the red and gold clothed students.
The Trio made their way down to the dark and dreary classroom. Artemis sat with Draco, Blaise with Hannah, and Pansy with Eva.
The Gryffindors came in, and Draco could not help but sneer at the Golden Trio. The redhead was dressed in what could have possibly been the most drab robe the Slytherins had ever seen in their lives. Then again, they had been raised with nothing short of a fortune right at their fingertips.
Snape entered the classroom with a billow of black robes, and a prominent sneer directed towards the Gryffindors. He seems to be sneering directly at Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
The potions master glared at the entire room, which worked effectively because even the redheaded Gryffindor shut up.
His glare turned into another sneer at Potter, and he asked, almost tauntingly, "Now Potter, let us see if being the so-called Boy-Who-Lived truly makes you above everyone now. Let's see here, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
The boy blushed, and said shakily, "I-I don't know sir." Snape sneered again.
"Professor Snape, if you add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood you get what is known as the drau-" "Ms. Granger! I do not remember you raising your hand, 10 points from Gryffindor."
All the Slytherins snickered and the bushy haired girl, Granger, blushed and glared at them. Then she did something no one expected her to do. She raised her hand and waited.
Snape sighed, and called on her, knowing he would regret it. She burst out with, "Professor Snape sir? The Slytherins are bullying me."
The shadow of a smirk played on Snape's lips, but he could do nothing but deduct points from his own house, sadly. "3 points from Slytherin."
"Three points? That's it?" Now a smirk clearly showed on Snape. His obsidian eyes glittered with malicious light as he said, "No speaking out of turn, Ms. Granger. 15 points from Gryffindor."
The Slytherins couldn't help it, they all burst out laughing. Granger turned pink, then red. She clearly wanted nothing more then to yell at them, but if she did Snape would most likely take fifty points from her.
So she sat there, seething, while the Slytherins calmed themselves down. Even Artemis, the most expressionless boy in Slytherin, probably even Hogwarts, could not stifle a snicker.
The potions master sent a slightly amused glare towards the Slytherins, silently saying that if they did not shut up he would be forced to take points.
"Now, can anyone else answer that question, and Ms. Granger, in the future if you would like to answer a question you will raise your hand."
Draco could not help but smirk at her, he loved seeing her all riled up. She resorted to the patented Snape-glare, but he was unfazed by it. Snape was his godfather after all.
Snape gave them all instructions on how to brew a calming draught, very simple in a the opinion of a certain genius. They quickly started on the potions, Draco cut the ingredients, and he put them into the cauldron and stirred.
The potions master came around the room and he sneered at Longbottoms potion, saying "Now now Mr Longbottom, did I not clearly say that after the Dragon scale is added, you stir twice counter clockwise, and wait twenty seconds before adding the monkey hair? If you were to do his correctly, the potion would be a pale blue. Your potion however, is a dark orange." He sneered, and the boy was hyperventilating and looking at him with terror evident in his eyes.
Artemis and Draco rolled their eyes, as did the rest of the Slytherins, and turned back to their potions. As Snape came around and looked at their potion, his face gave way to reveal that he was impressed and slightly shocked, but he quickly retreated into is expressionless mask. "20 points to Slytherin for a perfect potion and most definitely better than quite a few of my third and perhaps even fourth year calming draughts."
They were quite happy, for it was a known fact that Snape was near impossible to impress as he himself set the record for youngest potions master in a century. Or maybe it was because he hid all his feelings behind that mask.
Right before they left the classroom, Snape called, "Mr. Fowl and Mr. Malfoy, please come here." He was not nervous, he knew that they had done nothing wrong. Draco seemed to know that too, he was not showing signs of being nervous.
"You two impress me, your potion making skills are far beyond those of a first year. I was wondering if you would be willing to tutor a few of my first and perhaps even second years. Also, Mr. Fowl, Minerva has been requesting that you tutor in Transfiguration as well. I hope you will consider these opportunities. If you are willing to do this, please inform either me or Minerva before tomorrow night."
"Yes, I believe that I would be willing to tutor in Transfiguration and Potions, I would just like to know the times that these lessons will take place at."
"They will take place at 7:00 pm on Tuesdays in the dungeons, and 8:30 pm on Thursdays in the Transfiguration classroom."
"That will work, who will I be teaching? If you know yet, that is."
"You will be tutoring Ron Weasley in Potions, and Theodore Nott in Transfiguration." Artemis inwardly groaned, he would be fine with Nott, but Weasley would just be a pain.
Draco had been just standing by, but now he spoke up, "This would be ok with me, as long as it does not interfere with Quidditch."
"You will be tutoring on Wednesdays at 8:00, and you will be tutoring Neville Longbottom." Draco actually groaned, but suppressed it quickly. However, even as he looked up he saw the shadows of an amused smile on Snape's lips.
The two boys thanked Snape, and left the classroom. As soon as they had left Draco started whining and complaining. "Longbottom! I have to tutor the Squib! I never thought it would be that bad, you saw him in Potions, he's hopeless!"
Artemis sighed, he would never be so childish. "I know, but think about it. I have to tutor Weasley, he's as bad as Longbottom, if not worse. Also, he hates us, and he's a Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake!"
Both of them sat down in the library and grabbed books, trying to ignore the presence of the Golden Trio behind them. He eventually gave in, he could not stand the feeling of people glaring at his back.
"What is it?" He asked with a high-class drawl. Weasley glared at him, "Fowl, you know perfectly well what it is!"
"Well, unfortunately for you, I really have no idea." A slight bit a sarcasm dripped in.
"How dare you ridicule Hermione in class, and then say Neville and I were near Squibs! Yeah, we were there in the hallway, we wanted to hear what Snape had called you in about."
"How dare we ridicule Granger? We were not ridiculing her, Professor Snape simply gave him what she deserved for talking out of turn. We were not bullying her, we simply have a sense of humor. You know, Granger should be a comedian, she is a Mudblood and all that, she of all people should understand the way these Muggle things work."
"TAKE THAT BACK FOWL!"
"What? I was simply explaining why Granger should be a comedian." He smirked at her.
"You can't call our friend Mudblood, she's a Muggleborn and you better call her that, or your gonna regret it! Just cause you're a pureblood, and your rich and your famous, and your amazing at magic, and your a genius and your tutoring someone in your first year, and-"
"Yes thank you for listing all the things that make me the best wizard in the school, my ego needs a bit of stroking at the moment." He smirked at Weasleys face going to pink to a red matching his hair, an amazing achievement in Artemis' opinion, his hair was an amazingly vibrant red.
Harry Potter had stayed surprisingly quiet, he noticed. He looked quite shy and just stood behind the mudblood and redhead. He had jet-black, messy hair, pale skin, round glasses, and startling green eyes.
He was thinking of just ignoring the boy, but remembered him mouthing Not Slytherin, not Slytherin, during the sorting. Obviously the hat wanted him in Slytherin, but someone probably the redheaded Weasel had told him that Slytherin was the house of the evil.
He wanted to get to know the boy, earn his trust, and learn why the hat wanted him Slytherin, and why he did not want to be there. He decided to help the boy, that would be a good start.
"Reparo Oculosis" he whispered, pointing at the emerald eyes. The boy jumped back, but then looked at him with amazement showing clearly in his face.
"You…..you fixed my eyesight. I-I don't need my glasses." the stammered. The boy looked scared of him, but he also looked like he wanted to hug the Slytherin.
"Yes, I simply used one of the spells I read in the library. I wanted to see if it truly worked. It did, apparently" He smirked inwardly, it looked like he had earned the boy's respect and trust almost instantly.
"I-I don't know….that was…..thank you. Can I speak to you in private?" Artemis was slightly surprised, but he just nodded and the followed him out into the hall.
As soon as they were outside the boy lost his stutter and embarrassment immediately. "I, for one, am not like my friends, I am not an idiot. Why did you help me, what is your ulterior motive?"
Ah, so that's why the hat wanted him in Slytherin. With a bit of work, he could truly be one. He does not really trust me, it is all a mask. He has very good masks, I wonder when he developed them.
"I just wanted to gain your trust. However, it seems you are not a truly a Gryffindor, but a snake is disguise. Tell me, why did not not want the house of the Snakes? It is not like all dark wizards are from Slytherin. Ok, maybe they are. But there have been plenty of neutral wizards from Slytherin. The Zabini's for example." He said smoothly.
He nodded slowly, his narrowed green eyes meeting the Slytherin's calculating icy blue ones. "I see your point. I only wished not to be in Slytherin because that idiot Ron, he nearly spat out the name, brainwashed me into thinking that Gryffindor was the best house. He was wrong, and I wish I never sat next to him in the train."
Artemis was slightly surprised, the boy was definitely a Slytherin at heart, perhaps he could request a resorting. However, he hid it all well behind a mask of indifference. "You could request a resorting."
"You can do that? I never knew that…..yes it will be so nice to get away from that redhead and know-it-all. Stupid Hermione, thinks she owns the whole world cause she swallowed the textbook."
"Request it of Professor Dumbledore, usually it takes 2 to 3 weeks to work out a resorting, I am sure you will be in Slytherin."
"I certainly hope so. Catch you later, I must go head back to the dorms with my friends." He snickered at the word. As if.
"I hope to see you later, Potter."
"Harry. Call me Harry. If we're friends now, we should go on a first-name-basis, should we not?"
"I suppose. In that case, call me Artemis."
"Ok then goodnight F- Artemis."
"Goodnight."
End of Chapter 4!
Hey everyone, sorry for kind of short chapter! I just want to say, this is not a DLP Fanfiction, Harry is only going to be more cunning and Slytherin-y. If you don't like this, tell me in the comments. Also, comment if you want something changed, I'll try my best to change the storyline, without changing it completely. The only reason I say this is because I don't have a black and white view on what will happen in this story in the future, I only have ideas. Thank you guys so much for reading this, it means a lot. Please read, review and favorite!
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