Well, first things first.
I am sorry for my spelling. I still try to make progress and I am sorry if I mistakingly misused quite and quit and quiet. I am still not very sure when to use which, but I try.
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Visitkarte, are you German? Well, here comes Chapter number four. Finally Snape and Harry interaction, and please give me a chance. English is not my first language but I try to improve. And this is only my second story, I still have to figure things out.
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Snape fumed as he stared at the door he obviously closed a little to harshly. The defiant little brat. How dare he? He would soon learn his place. But what to do with him? He knew that defense should be the first to come. But how could one really learn defense without knowing offense, and how could one really learn any of that without knowing a little charms? Severus sighed lightly and walked back into his living-room. So a schedule would be best. It would help the Brat to know when to do what and what to study, A small routine could only help him. A tight watch is what the boy needed. But there was the problem again, what to learn?
Transfigurations, Minervas class should suffice for now, but charms, Fillius was the best at his art, but they weren't learning fast enough, not for his liking. So there had to be at least one hour a week. A hour was enough. Potions, yes, he would not have his ward failing. Even if no-one knew. Dumbledore knew, that was enough.
So potions, saturdays 3 Hours. That would give him enough time to finish at least one potion. Defense. That was the most important. Everyday. An hour everyday. Between afternoon classes and dinner. That would give the brat enough time to finish his homework and see his friends a little. After dinner, well an hour of offense wouldn't hurt. But would it be smart to teach him that just yet? He would only misuse it. Snape frowned and crosses Offense of the list. Not yet. He at first had to make sure the brat obeyed him without question. He had to make sure the boy was trustworthy. But the kid had to much time on his own between dinner and bed. Was he willing to spend that much time with the brat though? No, he had to find something the brat would profit from without him being there the whole time. Sports, real sport not quidditch. But what was there. Hogwarts didn't offer something, and he for sure couldn't send the boy to a wizard sports organization. Every dratted wizard knew the boy. So Mugglesport. There was for sure a Muggle who trained some kind of a sport that knew of the Wizard society but didn't have bonds to any death-eaters. Karate, or something like that. He would have to talk to Dumbledore, make him find something. Snape smiled. Yes.
Harry settled down on the king-sized bed. The room was pretty. He couldn't doubt that. He had a portrait of some old man here. A man who looked familiar. The old man looked at him, didn't leave his eyes of him even for a second. Harry quickly looked at his feet. But curiosity won and he stood up and walked up to the portrait.
"Good evening, sir. My name is Harry Potter." he said quietly while looking at the golden tag.
'Salazar Slytherin.' Harry frowned at it. The founder of Slytherin, why was his portrait in Snape's Guest bedroom.
"To you too, Mr. Potter. I am Salazar Slytherin. The founder of the noble house of Slytherin." The man dressed in expensive black robes replied and bowed his head slightly. Harry felt stupid but followed his urge to bow back.
"So you are the ward the current Headmaster and head of Slytherin house where talking about," he said, it wasn't a question it was recognition of a fact.
"Yes sir." Harry said while looking at his room again.
He was mighty glad he had some sort of company now, he wouldn't stand it to be all alone at all times. The room was big, not grand, but big enough. He had his own ebony desk and ebony Bookshelf, plus a walk-in closet. He slowly began unpacking his trunk which stood by the closet door. The Walk-in closet was almost bigger then the room itself. But it had bookshelf's towering the back-walls. They were rather empty. Harry slowly walked over and glanced at the titles.
'The dark arts- a way to defeat them' he read "by Salazar Slytherin. Harry frowned. So they were by the man in the portrait. He shouldn't touch them then. They must be worth a fortune. Why where they hidden in the back of a closet then?
"Sir, you wrote books?" he called and walked back out into the room and looked at the man, who bid respect with every hair on his head.
"You were able to read the title?" Salazar asked, confusion showing clearly in his face.
"Well, yes sir. I can read." Harry said and looked mortified. "Sorry sir, I didn't mean to be cheeky." He said as fast as he could, afraid that the only source of company he had could leave him.
"No offense taken, little serpent." Salazar said and waited for a reaction and he was not disappointed. The boy looked at him questiongly.
"Listen Mr. Potter, the books, lining the back of the closet, are written in Parsel. Parsel is the language of . well we call ourselfe's 'Serpent-tounges', others call us Parsel-tounges. So every other wizard would have only seen lines. You on the other hand were able to read it, that means that you are able to speak and read the language of Serpents, also known as snakes." Harry opened his eyes wide.
"So thats why the snake in the Zoo understood me." He breathed and hurried back into the closet carefully bringing out the book.
"Yes." Salazar said, eying the boy carefully laying the book down on his desk.
"I could translate if for you, sir." Harry offered and looked at the book longingly. Salazar laughed. How he had always wanted to have someone translating the book for him. But no-one was ever able to. And he for sure would not ask Tom Riddle. The little bastard would for sure ruin his little treasures.
"Yes, you could. I am surprised you can read it. Not every Serpent-tongue was able to read and speak. Most had only one of the privileges. I have been the first in over 300 years who could do both, and you are the first one I met after that."
Harry looked at the old man wide-eyed. "Why did you never translate it yourself, sir?" He asked as he flipped open the cover.
"Well, first. In my time, we never thought of a spell to have our words print itself onto paper. So I would have had to write everything again. Second, I was very old by the time I wrote this, and I died before I ever realized that I wrote them all in parsel." Harry frowned.
"Just like you. When you first saw the book you didn't realize that it was parsel. For serpent-tongues parsel seems no different from english until we are told. I was the only serpent-tongue alive and I never realized I wrote in parsel until a student of mine reckoned that he only saw lines. I was devastated seeing work of years lying to my feet, worthless." Harry looked at him, almost pityingly.
"My son, who inherited my gift, only inherited the speaking. So he was not able to translate the books. This went on even beyond my death and the death of my great-grandchildren. Soon, my books were forgotten." Salazar indicated to the walk-in closet. "I had Phineas safe the books and store them there. Phineas was the last living relative of mine I ever met in person." Salazar went on. Harry leaned back in his chair.
"He got them from the chamber and was furious when he found that he too had not inherited the gift of mine. He threatened to burn every book ever written in serpent, but simply hid them in his office. They were stored in the headmasters office since then. Only as I knew that the current Headmaster took over, did I ask him to store them somewhere else. And he entrusted Severus Snape with it." Harry glanced at the book once again.
"Why did you not want them in the office with Professor Dumbledore, sir?" Harry asked. Salazar sighed.
"He wanted to store them with the item of Godwin Gryffindor, but my pride forbade that. You must see, that me and my cousin, did not get along very well. To my shame I must admit, that I am a man who holds his grudges for eternities."
Harry smiled. "You are like Snape- Professor Snape then." he corrected himself in a hurry as he saw Salazar Slytherin frown.
"Yes, I guess I am. It is a Slytherin trait I must admit." Harry smiled and returned to his book.
"Do you know the spell to imprint spoken words to paper. sir?" Harry asked as he looked at the book longingly.
"Yes." Salazar said but hesitated. Was he really willing to have the little boy carry the burden of translating the ton of books he had written. It was a tedious task. They spoke in a very old form of serpent these days. It was still understandable, but it was difficult to rephrase.
"Yes, I do. Repeat the wand movements after me first though." He said as he held the wand to his lips.
The boy mimicked his movements surprisingly very accurate. He didn't have to correct him once. "Now repeat after me. Put down your wand first though."
"Effingo orator ut paper." Again Salazar Slytherin was surprised.
Harry smiled proudly and soon was allowed to mix vocal and wand. He held the wand to the paper and drew it up to his lips and back to his paper in a complicated pattern while chanting "effingo orator ut paper."
"Good, now read out the title."
So they carried on. Harry translated the title and then Salazar had him stop.
"Very well, now say written by Salazar Slytherin, translated by Harry- James Potter." Harry stared up at the man.
"Sir, you don't have to do this." he whispered blushing furiously.
"Well, should I lie?" The man asked smirking much like Snape.
So Harry went on doing exactly as the old man told him to. He had imagined reading the book would be tedious, but it sounded just like english to him. He stopped after the first sentence and rephrased it into english.
"The dark arts, now dear reader, you might ask yourself as to how arts and dark fit into the same sentence, let me explain with the help of Mister Harry Potter." He read out loud and Salazar beamed at him.
"Very good young serpent apprentice, I shall be able to teach you much." the man said and smiled to himself.
Harry looked up, slightly confused. "But what do you want to teach me, sir? I mean, I already speak serpent, and Sn- Professor Snape wants to teach me stuff as well." He didn't know if it would be manageable for him to have more than one person teach him more than he wanted to know.
"Yes, I know that much. But I am able to teach you here at night, when you are sent to your room. And I can help you with your homework. We shall have much fun with each other. It has been ages since I had someone who was willing to talk to me." Harry hesitated.
"Well, you are the founder of the Slytherin house, I think that that makes you look less nicer to many." Salazar nodded sadly.
"Not many understand the real fortune of being a Slytherin. The person many call The dark Lord is not something I would call an outcome of Slytherin. He would not have been accepted in my days." Salazar hissed.
"Why is that, sir?" Harry asked mighty curious.
"Because he was not worthy to reside in my house. And that is not because he was a half-blood. That is because he seeked power in the wrong places. Slytherins are wrongly accused of seeking the dark. We do not, we only seek power and protection. In times of trouble we debate which side would be able to secure us more, the side of the light. or the side of the dark. We never seek power in the sense of out-powering others. This is what young Tom Riddle seeked the moment the hat was placed on his head." Harry was confused. This made no sense to him. So the slytherins seeked power, but they didn't?
"He wanted to be the leader of the dark. Slytherins dont seek leadership. We want to be lead." Salazar said as he saw the confusion in the boys eyes.
Harry understood now. So Voldemort had seeked power in form of leadership in his young age already and Slytherins didn't do that.
"He was cunning oh yes, and he was strong magically. But he was evil, already by that time. And we are not evil. That treat is simply associated with us now. Thanks to one little boy who had bad intentions at heart."
Harry looked at the book without reading it. So Voldemort was evil with eleven? That was scary.
"It is late now little serpent. You best go to bed. We shall speak with our serpent-tongue tomorrow." Salazar said as he saw Harry hiding a yawn.
"Yes sir. Thank you." Harry said while getting into his nightclothes.
"Shall I wake you in the morning?" Salazar offered. "You don't have to, I never sleep past 6." Harry smiled and sighed sadly as Salazar nodded and turned to leave.
"Oh, and harry?" Harry looked up and almost fell over because he had one leg in the air trying to put on his pants. "Yes sir?"
"This will be our little secret, alright?" He said winking before walking out. He didn't even wait for a answer.
Harry slid under the covers and closed his eyes. He had an adult caring for him. Even if the adult was in a portrait.
Snape sighed and looked at the schedule he had just finished. Okay, the brat barely had free time after that but he had more than enough. He had ensured that he would see his friends at least an half an hour a day. And that was beside classes. He had even counted in his quidditch training. Twice a week. So if there would be more, oh well he would miss it. Time for bed. But he should check on the brat first.
He stood in front of the wooden door, there was not a sound. The brat slept.
Salazar sat in his armchair and smiled for himself. A new apprentice. In Gryffindor, he really should tease his cousin a little. But he had to keep it secret. At least until the brat was old enough to stand up to his fellow students. Being a Serpent-tongue was not regardet as a gift in the wizarding community nowadays. They were afraid of it. Just because of Riddle. He needed the boy to clean out this name.
He was not evil, yes, he never wanted Muggleborns and Half-bloods in his school, but that was because there were not raised the same. They were dangerous to their community. They didn't share the pride a pureblood had.
"Salazar, what are you smiling about?" Albus asked, he had watched the founder of Slytherin for a while now and was slightly amused. He had never seen the man smile.
"I don't know Albus. I simply am cheerful tonight." he mused before closing his eyes recovering for the night.
Harry stirred and stretched. He was still tired but he knew he had to get up now. He for sure didn't want to be late for his meeting with Snape. The man was scary, really scary.
"Good Morning, Mr. Potter." Salazar greeted.
Harry couldn't help but smile. There was someone who was there when he awoke.
"Good morning, sir." He replied before getting out of bed. His vision was blurry and his throat ached a little. He sighed, he really didn't want to catch a cold. He was so not in the mood for that.
"I hope you slept well." Salazar went on and watched the boy as he put on his glasses. His hair was outragious and he looked as if he had just awoken from the dead. But the smile that spread out over the boys face caught him off guard.
"I slept awesome, thank you. I hope you rested well, as well." With that he picked up the clothes he would wear today. His school uniform and the disgusting undergarments of his cousin.
"Excuse me now, I will be back in 5 minutes. I have to use the loo." Harry said before hurrying into the joining bathroom.
And true to his promise he returned only 5 minutes later.
"So, you have classes today. How are you doing with your studies?" Salazar asked as he watched the boy repacking his schoolbag.
"I am okay I guess. Not as good as Hermoine Granger, but better than Ronald Weasley." he replied blushing slightly.
"Are those your friends?"
"Yes, Hermoine is muggleborn, but she is the best student in the year. And Ron is my best mate. He is really bright too, but he is lazy. I am too I guess. But Ron has like six siblings I think." Harry said and sat back down on the chair by his desk.
"Hermoine, she is muggleborn you say?" Harry nodded and frowned as he saw a mild scowl on his idols face.
"Yes, but she is awfully bright. And she knows more than most second and third years. Okay, she is not so into sports than we all are. But she is really eager to study. And she is there for me, always. She is really good in potions too. Snape would never agree with me, but every other student knows. She is even better than Draco, and Draco is really good."
Salazar chuckled lightly. "You don't have to defend your friend. I believe you, and I trust that you are being honest about your friends. I was a little surprised that is all."
"But everybody says that you are racist." Harry mumbled and Salazar leaned against the frame.
"I am not racist boy, I don't think that Muggleborns are worth less, I simply think that they are a threat to our kind, a danger. The muggles dislike us, they don't trust us. And with Muggleborns, there is the fact that their parents who have nothing to do with our World are also invited to it." He paused to give the boy a chance to understand.
"I do not think Muggleborns aren't worth as much I consider them equal. I just don't think that their share the same pride as we do." He continued.
"Pure-bloods as they are called have been raised to understand the pride we have. Pure-bloods have been raised to value the Wizarding society. Muggles don't know of such things. They have pride in their History in their life."
"Yes, but now Hermoine gets to learn of our society and she knows of the muggle society. Just like I do. I was raised by muggles. We have the chance to learn of both. Pure_bloods, such as Draco Malfoy do not value the life of Muggles at all. But we value both. The muggle and the magic. I think that that is a great advantage. Not a disadvantage. And we all know that Muggles are not allowed to know of this world. We are careful with the news. Hermoine's parents know the same. They wouldn't go tattle. They are really proud of her I think." Harry said.
Salazar nodded. "Forgive me Mr. Potter, I am very set in my ways, but I shall learn to consider your point." Harry smiled.
"It is almost seven. Are you done ordering your school supplies?" Harry looked at his bag and nodded.
"Very well. I will see you tonight. You simply have to knock on my frame when you wish to talk to me and I shall come if I am not otherwise occupied."
Harry smiled at him broadly. "Yes, thank you sir."
Severus paced back and forth in his living-room. It was 2 Minutes to seven. Oh, he hoped the brat was going to show up and didn't oversleep.
"Good morning, sir." Harry said as he stood in the doorway to the living-room. He was nervous.
"Come in here." Snape said and pointed to the couch.
Harry sat down carefully, out of habit.
"Very well, this is your schedule. You will be here at the stated time, and do what is expected of you. You will do your homework, and you will get at least 90 % on every single one of your tests. You will obey all school rules and my rules." Harry nodded.
"You will be respectful with me at all times, and with every other elder in that case." Harry nodded.
"You will never, never lie to me."
Harry nodded again.
"You will obey me at all times, you won't question me."
A fourth nod.
"Very well. I will see you after classes then." Harry found himself alone a second later. Snape was gone. No other word. Harry tried to hide a hurt expression. Why couldn't Snape be a little like Salazar? He still had half an hour before Breakfast would start. He hurried back into his room and knocked on the portrait frame.
"Mr. Potter," Salazar said as he walked back into his portrait.
"I still have time until Breakfast. I thought we could talk a little more then." Harry hurried to say. Salazar smiled lightly.
"We can. What is your first class then?" Salazar asked.
"Defense against the dark arts." Harry said and sighed. "Qui- Professor Quirrel is so boring, sir. I bet that this subject would be my most favorite, but he makes it so boring. We haven't learned anything to actually defend us up to now. He goes on and on about Vampires."
"Don't whine, it doesn't suit you." Salazar chided and Harry blushed.
"Well, did you have homework?" he asked and Harry nodded. "Read your essay to me. I might be able to help you a little."
"What is a vampire? A vampire is a magical being that is known for biting people on the neck and sucking their blood. They are usually pale and gaunt, with sharp teeth for puncturing the neck. They have an aversion to garlic and can be kept at bay by its presence. Vampires are classed as Beings by the Ministry of Magic, a fact that led both Centaurs and Merpeople to decline the same status since they did not wish to be associated with the, They are not considered to be Wizards, and the treatment of Vampires is laid down in the Ministry's Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans. Although Vampires are studied in Defense against the Dark arts they are not considered a true threat to the Wizarding community."
Harry looked at Salazar and waited for a comment, hoping for some sort of praise.
"Very good. How many feet were you expected to write?" Harry looked into his homework planner.
"Two, I barely have one and a half though." Salazar smiled.
"Well, then lets fill it up a little. You can just add to the rest. I shall be able to tell you a little more.
However, this view does not appear to be universally held. Some people. such as various journalists, advocate that the Ministry should be "stamping out Vampires" rather than "quibbling about the cauldron thickness" I quote Rita Skeeter. while others act as Vampire hunters. Others hold the opposite view such as the author Eldred Worple who spent time living among Vampires and wrote a book "Blood Brothers; My life amongst the Vampires" He also considered the Vampire Sanguini as a friend." He waited for Harry to finish his last sentence.
"There, thats a little more than 2 Feet, and that should be 90 percent at least." Harry smiled and quickly put it in the right folder.
"Then I have double potions. But I think I am prepared for that. Snape will taunt me the whole time non-the-less." Harry sighed and looked at the potions book in his bag. He should really look over the potion ingredients one last time. But he could repeat it.
"Well, we should surprise the man then. I was a potions Master for a reason." Harry smiled and sat up straighter. "What was your assignment then?"
"Prepare for preparing a boil cure potion." Harry said and hushed a chuckle.
"Well, tell me about it then." Salazar smiled. The boy seemed rather bright, his defense essay had been awesome. It would have been at least 80 % before his addings.
"Well, the ingredients are dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, stewed horned slugs, and porcupine quills, but they have to be added after taking the cauldron of the fire." Harry said and then closed his moth. That was basically all he knew.
"What, is that all?" Salazar asked, if that was really all the boy knew now wonder that Snape was annoyed ever single time he came back from class.
"Yes, yes sir. I know that we have to add the dried nettles while the couldron is 57 degrees Celsius hot and then add two hundred milli-litres of water. Then we have to stir counterclockwise before adding 100 gram of crushed snake fangs. We then have to stir clockwise 5 times and wait until it boils then take the cauldron of the fire wait till its 93 degrees celsius and then add stewed horned slugs. Then we put it back on the fire wait till it boils and then stir counterclockwise 3 times and then clockwise 5 and a half times. then have it boil 1 and a half minutes. The we have to extinguish the fire and add the porcupine quills. It is basically done then." Harry said and looked at the desk top. Why the heck did he feel ashamed.
"Mr. Potter, that was better than your first try. Where are nettles used as well?"
Salazar asked trying not to smile as he saw the boy blush in shame.
"I don't know, sir." Harry hid his fingers which were playing with the hem of his shirt nervously.
"You don't know. Have you not considered looking that up?" Salazar asked chiding.
"No sir." Harry admitted and felt rather guilty, like a two year old caught with his hand in the cooky-jar.
"Well, they were used in the Queerditch Marsh for nettle tea. Try to remember that. Queerditch Marsh for nettle tea. The others are relatively common and have uses in other potions. Crushed snake fangs are found in the mouth of every snake. The more poisonus a snake the stronger the effect of the potion. The same with honed slugs. Though they are not poison. The higher the concentration of acid the better the results. Porcupine parts are used in cure potions for boils or rashes because porcupine has a very strong defense against rashes and such. This is the basic. You should know this and Snape might not consider you a total loss." Salazar said and the boy ducked his head nervously.
"I will go to have some breakfast now. Thank you sir." he said and offered a little smile before grabbing his bag and hurrying out of the room.
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"So, how was your first night?" Hermoine asked and ignored Rons hideous table manners.
"It was okay actually. He had me go to my room when I arrived and I used that time to sort my clothes into my closet. My room is so big, you wouldn't believe it. You have to see it. Well, I then added stuff to my defense essay and looked over my potions stuff again." he lied. He felt a little guilty. But Slytherin wanted him to keep their 'relationship' secret. And he would do anything to keep him as his friend.
"Thats great. So how did this morning go?" Hermoine asked frowning. Harry was keeping something from them.
"Okay, Snape lectured me about his expectations and some rules but that was basically it. I then came here,"he blushed a little and Hermoine wanted to press the truth out of him right then and there but Ron threw his penny into the conversation.
"So he didn't like chop you up and use you as a potion ingredient?" Harry choked on his toast and Hermoine had to hit his back before he was able to breathe right again.
"No, he is a teacher after all." He laughed and even Hermoine smiled a little.
"Come on, lets go." She said finally and the trio got up and left the hall.
Snape had watched them through breakfast. It didn't surprise him that Hermoine wanted to know how things had been straight away, but it did surprise him that Harry had been smiling through his little talk. And then that they had laughed together really annoyed him. Who knew what the brat was telling them.
"Very well, those who forgot the essays for today please hand them in during your lunch-break today." He dismissed the class and Harry almost jumped in joy. They had no homework. Great.
"Urgh, Potions." Ron whispered as they left the classroom and Harry silently agreed with him. He was not in the mood for the man either.
"In," a silky voice said the moment Harry lined up in the line. Harry kept his eyes fixed on the floor as he headed towards the table he shared with Ron.
"Potter, what do I need to prepare a boil-cure potion?" Snape smirked evilly and Harry felt anger building up in the pit of his stomach.
But then he started recounting the ingredients, much to Hermoines and Snapes surprise. Ron simply returned Snapes smirk.
"Where was one of the ingredients previously used on an important event?" Snape asked and Harry blanched for only a second. Hermoines hand shot up once again. But he was not going to humiliate himself again. The first class had been enough.
"The nettles were used for Nettle tea at the Queerditch Marsh meeting." Harry said and avoided Snapes eyes. Thank god Salazar had talked to him this morning.
"Our new celebrity has apparently decided to act like a student. congratulations." The hated Potions Professor remarked sarcastically. "What are you waiting for?" He barked as no student moved.
Harry ignored Ron's huff. He had not expected a reward for his knowledge so he wasn't surprised. Harry paid close attention to his potion. He was not going to disappoint Salazar. And his potion was perfect. he smiled as he handed in his sample. Snape ignored him and Harry cleaned up his seat, ignoring Hermoines surprised face. Hah, he had shown him. He was not stupid after all. Ron huffed again as his potion turned to brick.
"Useless, Weasley." Snape said and Harry jumped in fright. he had not heard him coming. where had he come from? He had been at his desk only a little ago. "Evanesco." Snape said and Ron jumped up in his seat. His potion was gone. The work of a double period, gone.
"Is there something you wish to say, Weasley?" Snape sneered.
"No?, well, there is something I wish to say. You are to write an essay, two feet long on how you could brew your potion correctly." A few slytherins snickered and Ron closed his mouth so tight it hurt.
"I want you all to read chapter two of your potions books for next class. Don't even come if you are not prepared. I am tired of wasting my time." They were dismissed and hurried to lunch.
"The little piece of shit, mine wasn't that bad. I could have at least gotten some points." Ron swore as they entered the great hall. Harry sighed and ignored Ron. He wished he could go down to Salazar now. But he barely had time, and he had charms after Lunch.
"I forgot my charms book in the dungeons. I will meet you up there." Harry said as he grabbed a sandwich and hurried out of the great hall. Ron huffed again and turned to his plate, already filled with chicken wings.
Snape followed his new ward with his eyes. where was the brat going now?
Harry huffed breathlessly as he ran into his room and knocked on the portrait.
"He called me up in class and asked me questions, but I knew everything." He said the second Salazar entered his portrait.
"Well, that is a good thing." Salazar answered slightly amused. How long had it been that he had talked to a child. They were so cheerful and active.
"I have charms next. But I am perfect with the charm. And we had no homework. 'Wingardium Leviosa'," he said and he slowly had his book-bag float threw the room.
"Very good, Mr. Potter." Salazar praised. "Professor Flitwick will be able to reward points for that. Very good indeed." Harry smiled broadly.
"Please, call me Harry." He said as he turned towards the door, the bag secured on his right shoulder.
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"Mr. Potter, may I ask you what you are doing here?" Snape barked as soon as he saw Harry leaving his room. Harry jumped again and scowled at the hated Professor. "I forgot my book, I thought it would be smart to retrieve it, sir."
Snape advanced him so fast that Harry stumbled into his doorframe out of fright.
"Are you being cheeky with me?" Snape asked, his voice dangerously low.
"No sir, sorry." Harry squeaked and blushed. Why was he so afraid. Snape could do nothing to him.
"I do hope not. Consider this your warning." Snape spat before hurrying out of his chambers. Harry sighed and relaxed his tensed up muscles.
"Lying to him is not a wise Idea, Harry." Came Salazar's voice from his room. "He shall be able to tell faster then you can apologize."
Harry nodded to himself and then ran out of the rooms to Flitwicks classroom.
Well, here comes a new chapter. I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think xD.
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