Okay good news is I'm in a writing mood and will get several chapters out over the next fortnight. The bad news is one of my planned sequels to 'Legacy', yes I already have two sequels in mind, can't go ahead. To difficult to fuse the rules of HP magic and the magic from other crossover's world and not ruin the other story. I'll need to come up with a new story to replace it or find a way to work in the character development I'd planned to include. That said I've got five, in story, years before it'll be needed so I'm sure I'll find something to fill it's place by then.
Some info that, while not important now, will be very important later when Harry begins to acquire Kain's powers is the state of his soul. The magic used by individual(s) that caused Kain to be reborn as Harry worked by encasing Kain's soul, which is the source of his vampirism, in a shell of 'human soul'. Over time, and several more reincarnations, the human shell should of seeped in and purified Kain's soul of the vampirism but left the knowledge and abilities. When Harry was struck by the Killing Curse at fifteen months old it damaged the shell, causing some of Kain's soul to leak out and affect Harry [his appearance, enhanced senses and vampiric weaknesses]. Each time that shell is damaged further more of Kain will ooze through [knowledge, powers or personality traits] and Harry will become "less human and more... divine!" Don't think I have anything else to add, so on with the show!
'Harry Potter' belongs to J K Rowling.
'Legacy of Kain' belongs to Crystal Dynamics.
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XX Slytherin Common Room XX
"Congratulations! I'm Gemma Farley, one of the Slytherin Prefects." Announced the Seventh Year girl who stood in front of Harry and the rest of his year. "As I'm sure you know our emblem is the serpent, the wisest of creatures, and our house colours are emerald green and silver. As you can see behind me, our windows look out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. You can often see the giant squid swooshing by. We like to feel that our common room has the aura of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck."
"And I like to think those windows make it a death trap waiting to be sprung!" Harry hissed at Tracy, who coughed to cover her giggles.
"Here's a little-known fact that the other three houses don't bring up much" Gemma said, leaning in closer as if she was revealing an amazing secret. "Merlin was a Slytherin. Yes, Merlin himself, the most famous wizard in history! He learned all he knew in this very house! Do you want to follow in the footsteps of Merlin? Or would you rather sit at the old desk of that illustrious Ex-Hufflepuff, Eglantine Puffett, inventor of the Self-Soaping Dishcloth?"
"Depends, which of them lived longer and was richer at the end?" Harry muttered.
"Puffett is still alive and considerably wealthy." Whispered a boy standing behind Harry.
"Do you know what Salazar Slytherin looked for in his chosen students? The seeds of greatness!" Gemma announced, either not noticing Harry's snide comments or choosing to ignore them. "You've been chosen by this house because you've got the potential to be great, in the true sense of the word. All right, you might see a couple of people hanging around the common room whom you might not think are destined for anything special. Well, keep that to yourself. If the Sorting Hat put them in here, there's something great about them, and don't you forget it. "
Harry didn't comment this time but made a point to scan the small group for Draco.
"A few more things you might need to know: our house ghost is the Bloody Baron. If you get on the right side of him he'll sometimes agree to frighten people for you. Just don't ask him how he got bloodstained; he doesn't like it." Gemma told them. "The password to the common room changes every fortnight. Keep an eye on the noticeboard. Never bring anyone from another house into our common room or tell them our password. No outsider has entered it for more than seven centuries. Now, that's everything I have to tell you. Now you'd best go to bed, classes start in the morning."
As Gemma moved away and the rest of the First Years moved to the dormitories, Harry turned to the boy who'd spoken to him. He was tall, thin, and had a frail build. He had dirty blond hair and dull blue eyes.
"I noticed you looked at Draco when she mentioned not being anything special." He said.
"An internal, and pity, dispute within the Black Family." Harry answered. "We will be trading barbed comments and mocking each other until it is resolved."
"Theodore Nott." The boy introduced himself. "And you'd be Harold Black I take it!"
"I am." Harry said, shaking Theodore's hand. "And this is Tracy Davis."
"Hi." Theodore greeted with little enthusiasm. "You don't seem like the sort to follow Draco around... And you at least seem to have some personality, unlike Blaise, so at least we'll be able to have conversations."
"Zabini?" Harry laughed. "If he is anything like his mother, I doubt I could trust him as far as I can throw him."
"Perhaps, but he's still rich, respectable and a pure-blood!" Theodore pointed out, glancing at Tracy for a moment. "It wouldn't be a good idea to ignore that simply on the basis of rumour."
"Well, I have the first two and as for the third point, I value talent." Harry said sharply. "I mean just look at Vincent and Gregory. Neither are truly prime examples of wizards are there?"
"Huh."Theodore sighed before making his way towards the dormitories. "Good night Harold. It was... interesting talking to you."
"Harry!" Harry called after him. "Only my Mother used Harold."
"I don't think he liked me much." Tracy sighed sadly after Theodore left.
"Did you at some point imply his family was cursed as well?" Harry asked as he crossed the common room and headed for the dormitories.
"No. It's the same reason as Draco and the others not liking me." Tracy told him. "Did you mean what you said? About valuing talent over blood status?"
"Good night." Harry said before entering the First Year Boy's Dorm.
XX Potions Classroom XX
Harry's first week in Hogwarts had shown him that Dumbledore clearly had low standards when it came to hiring some of his staff. The most glaring were the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Quirrell, the man was a nervous wreck without a clue on how to teach defensive magic who stuffed his turban with herbs for protection. At least one of which Harry most of been allergic to as he would develop chest pains if he smelled them for any extended period of time. Even worse was the History of Magic teacher, Professor Binns. A man who'd died in his sleep and didn't even notice. From what he'd heard from older students, Harry was convinced that he could start growing Venomous Tentacula in the classroom and the ghost wouldn't notice.
On the bright side Transfiguration, Charms and Potions all had competent teachers. Professor McGonagall was a strict teacher, but knew what she was talking about. Professor Flitwick was small and easily excitable, but was one of the most skilled duellists in Great Britain. Professor Snape, Potion's Master and Head of Slytherin House, knew his stuff.
"Ah yes, Darren Potter. Our new – celebrity." Professor Snape said softly as he read out the class register for the joint Slytherin/Gryffindor class. Draco and several of the other Slytherins sniggered. Harry simply directed his attention to the boy in the hope of learning something about him. When Professor Snape finished reading the register he introduced Potions. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact are of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with it's shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
In the silence that followed Professor Snape's little speech, Harry felt a soft smile form on his face. It Potions could give him all that, it sounded like the best class yet.
"Potter!" Said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"I don't know, sir." Potter admitted after sharing a confused look with the red headed boy next to him. The bushy haired girl from the train, who'd answered when Professor Snape called 'Hermione Granger' during role call, raised her hand.
"Tut, tut... Fame clearly isn't everything." Professor Snape mocked, his lips curling into a sneer. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bazoar?"
"I don't know... sir!" Potter admitted, annoyance present in his voice. Clearly he didn't like that only he was being asked. Granger's hand was as high as she could get it without leaving her seat.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh Potter?" Asked Professor Snape annoyed, and unless Harry's hearing was off slightly disappointed. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I know this!" Potter laughed, glad he could avoid being made to look like a complete fool. "There isn't one, right?"
"Correct. But one out of three is still a fail, Potter!" Snape pointed out. "Monkshood and wolsbane are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. A bazoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, it will save you from most poisons. As for powered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood, together they make a sleeping potion so powerful it is called the Draught of Living Death... Black, what are you doing?"
"Making note of what you said, sir." Harry said, setting his quill aside quickly.
"Two points to Slytherin for having the intelligence to take down what I've told you." Snape said after a moment. "Well? Why aren't the rest of you copying it down as well?"
As the class went on they were paired off and told to prepare a simple cure of boils. While they worked, Professor Snape swept around and assessed their work. Everyone, absolutely everyone, other than Draco was criticised. As Professor Snape was praising Draco's ability to stew slugs one of the Gryffindor boys melting his cauldron and covered the floor on that side of the class with an acidic sludge. After vanishing the failed potion and sending the boy to the Hospital Wing, Professor Snape rounded on Potter.
"You, Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the quills?" Professor Snape snapped. "Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? Three points from Gryffindor!"
When class was over, Harry and Tracy left together.
"Professor Snape really doesn't like the Gryffindors does he?" She jokingly asked.
"it's well known that he favours Slytherin." Harry replied. "In Slytherin he seems to play favourites as well."
"What?" Tracy asked.
"In Slytherin it seems the more active your family was when The Dark Lord was was alive, under the 'The Imperius Curse' of course, the more he'll favour you." Harry told her.
"Why would he favour anyone who's family... Do you think he was one?" Tracy gasped.
"He was." Harry said simply. "Regulus mentioned him a few times in his writings... before he died."
XX Castle Grounds XX
The following Thursday found the Slytherins out near the Forbidden Forest, waiting on the Gryffindors and the Flying Instructor to arrive. Draco was making a pitiful effort at being friendly, either Narcissa wanted to end the unease between the two Houses or Lucius was afraid he'd lose the ability to claim he had the backing of the House of Black when dealing with others. Either way, it was clear he was doing this under orders.
"Thank you Draco." Harry said after he was told he was invited to Christmas Dinner. "I had plans for the Winter Break, but if I am able to adjust them I would be delighted to attend."
"Good." Draco said before turning and moving off to talk with the rest of the class.
"You have no intention of attending, do you?" Theodore asked in a hushed tone as he walked over.
"No. No I do not." Harry admitted in a equally hushed tone. "I plan to spend my Winter Break at home getting up, eating and generally doing things when I want. Not working off someone else's schedule."
"So you just told him that to get him to leave you alone?" Tracy asked.
"Yes, yes I did." Harry told her. "Oh joy, here come the idiots."
Turning Tracy and Theodore saw the Gryffindors coming down from the school, following a bit behind them was the Instructor. When she arrived, everyone was told to stand near a broom and order it up into their hand. Harry was one of the few to manage it on their first attempt. After showing everyone how to mount a broom correctly, and telling Draco he'd been doing it wrong, Madam Hooch told them to kick off, hover and then return to the ground. Longbottom ,as usual, messed up by kicking off to hard and rising over twenty feet before falling.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the Hospital Wing." Madam Hooch ordered ass she took Longbottom away. "You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'."
"Did you see his face, the great lump?" Draco howled with laughter as soon as she was out of earshot. The rest of the Slytherins joined in while Harry just shook his head at the display of stupidity from Longbottom.
"Shut up, Malfoy." One of the Gryffindor girls snapped.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Laughed Pansy Parkinson. "Never thought you'd like fat little cry babies, Parvati."
"Look!" Draco said, rushing forward and grabbing something from the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
"Give that here, Malfoy." Potter snapped.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect." Draco said, a nasty smile forming on his face. "How about up a tree?"
"Give it here" Potter yelled as Draco leapt onto a broom and took off. Potter followed suit and soon the two hovered about the crowd. Harry listened to what they were saying and then tracked the Remembrall once Draco tossed it away.
"Potter is pretty good on that." Harry noted when Potter caught the Remembrall a foot off the ground.
"DARREN POTTER!" Roared Professor McGonagall as she rushed down from the school. "Never... In all my years at Hogwarts... How dare you... Could of broken your neck!"
She ignored the other Gryffindors as they tried to defend him. Soon she, with Potter following behind, set off back towards the castle.
"Hahaha, this is great." Draco said, a smile of triumphant on his face. "Potter is gonna be kicked out of school."
"Maybe." Harry said. "But then why do I have the sinking feeling that your little prank has backfired?"
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Okay, yeah I took a lot of the dialogue straight from chapters eight and nine of Philosopher's Stone. And Gemma Farley's speech is just an abridged version of the Pottermore welcome note for those sorted into Slytherin. Didn't see a reason to try and make up original dialogue when simply editing existing dialogue would be just as good, most likely better, then what I can come up with.
I'm dyslexic, so please point out any mistakes in spelling or grammar. Please leave your opinion via review or send them via PM, I'd like to know what you think. Well, I think that's everything I've gotta say so, hope you enjoyed the chapter.
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and thanks for reading.