"Is that a polar bear?" Neville asked nervously as he observed the mammal presiding on Matthew's bed.

"Oh, that's Kumajiro. Don't worry, he doesn't bite," the Canadian reassured as he began to idly pet the bear.

"Total lie. It's favorite pass time is to try and bite my fingers off," Alfred said casually. He plopped onto the bed with his trunk, and surveyed the cozy dorm room's red and gold decor. "Alright," he admitted, "This is pretty cool."

"You know he wouldn't bite you if you didn't try to take his food," Matthew reminded.

"Yeah, yeah," Alfred said dismissively. He began to rummage through his trunk, and pulled out an old bomber jacket.

"Why do you have that?" Harry asked curiously.

"I'm going to put this over the stupid pajamas I'm being forced wear for the next several months," Alfred responded as he draped it over his bedstead.

Ron gave a short bark of laughter at Alfred's opinion of the school robes. He searched his trunk, looking for some underwear he was hoping he hadn't forgotten. He pulled some books and parchment out of his trunk, and paused when his hand found a bag of magic candies he had forgotten about. He grinned deviously. "Hey, Seamus?"


Arthur gave a contented smile as he made his way to his new quarters. "Welcome back, Sir Kirkland," a painting called as he passed. Arthur smiled and waved back at it. This old castle really hasn't changed much. He was happy to see that even now magic hasn't been changed by new technologies or war. It was refreshing to see a place so untouched by time. His happy musings were interrupted when he collided with someone going in the opposite direction. He only staggered, but the other figure fell to the ground and landed on flat on his bottom.

"Watch it, you imbecile!" The man snarled.

Arthur was taken aback by the insult, but he could understand such a reaction, given the circumstance. He offered a hand. "My apologies, I was lost in my thoughts."

The disgruntled one rejected his hand and got up on his own, which allowed for further study. He was a man of imposing figure, a few inches taller than Alfred would be if he wasn't de-aged. Mid-length greasy black hair grew from his head and his robes were a severe black. He sneered coldly. "Professor...Kirkland, I presume?"

Arthur bristled. He would not be disrespected by his own citizens! He narrowed his eyes. "Nice to meet you too. Who, might I ask, do I have the..." he sniffed scornfully. "...pleasure of addressing?"

The man drew himself up arrogantly. "I, am Professor Snape. Head of Slytherin House."

"Ah, yes," Arthur nodded, thoroughly unimpressed. "I've heard some not-so-nice things about you, Severus."

Snape somehow made it possible to look even more coldly pompous. "A word of advice for an unproven professor such as yourself." He leaned over Kirkland. "Don't trust all the rumors you hear, and stay out of my way."

Arthur snorted and pushed past Snape. His voice dripped with sarcasm. "It's good to see my old house being represented so well." He swiftly made his way down the hall, leaving the Slytherin professor behind.

He soon found himself in his new living quarters. The colors were predominantly green and silver, for his house, which was odd since he hadn't told anybody what it was until that greasy git, Snape. Arthur walked across the room and looked into the wardrobe, to see his clothing unpacked already. Interesting indeed.

"Now if only I could have a lesson plan magically appear before me," Arthur sighed to himself and made his way to the adjoining office. He pulled out some parchment, textbooks and a quill and got to work.


Snape glared at the retreating form of Arthur Kirkland. How dare he act in such a manner to his senior staff member! How that fool ever got into Slytherin carrying on like that, he'd never know. A true snake would be licking his boots to get in his good favor!

But...there was something different about Kirkland, much more than meets the eye. This new professor comes out of nowhere with a letter of recommendation, flawless teaching credentials and two students in tow? Something was wrong, for sure. Severus didn't know what, but he was determined to find out! He stalked off in the opposite direction, going towards his quarters for the night.


This chapter is done, and Snape has made his grand debut as a certified d*ck. Another chapter is on the way!

Thanks for the support I've gotten with this story, it truly warms my heart.

Later dudes. ^J^