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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office deep in contemplation, his bearded chin resting on his hands as Fawkes crooned a soothing tune behind him. Things were becoming very dull in these past few years since Voldemort's apparant disappearace.

Albus sighed. How he longed for the days of direct battle, when Voldemort's evil was above board and discernable. Fawkes lifted his voice, sensing Albus' longing. He remembered every little detail about Voldemort's Death Eaters and himself, how utterly saddened he had become when most of his friends had perished in those battles before young Calla Lily Potter had stopped Voldemort.

But the thing that saddened Dumbledore the most was the Death Eaters, marking their bodies to show their allegience to a man who could care less about them. And those horrible Marks. Causing the poor victims of Voldemort's wrath almost Cruciatus-like pain when he felt the need to punish.

But lately, there was something else that trouble Dumbledore extensively. And that trouble was none other than a young man named Harry James Potter. There were going to be problems concerning Harry Potter. Albus could feel the power radiating off the boy the moment he walked into the Great Hall. It was only an inkling of what was to come. He was young yet. Albus was concerned however.

Because he had felt this similar feeling before, with the young Tom Riddle. The boys were almost exactly the same in their demeanor. They charmed their teachers, they were adored by most students, they were both Slytherins, and they were both extremely intelligent. If Dumbeldore could stop the darkness before it began, like he should have done with Mr. Riddle, then there was nothing to fear.

But if Dumbledore tried to force anything onto Mr. Potter, he felt like the boy would rebel and turn to darker influences, much like Severus had turned when he sought to belong to something he hoped would make him whole. The Headmaster prayed this wouldn't happen.

It would make a difficult situation only more difficult.

Desdemona Lebrea flipped upside down in her four-poster bed, invoking the two-way mirror her father Andreas had provided her. He doted on his daughter even more so than his infant son, Treggiari Jr. And Desdemona knew how to work her father. He denied her nothing she wanted.

Andreas's handsome face appeared in the mirror.

"Hello, kitten," he said, smiling at his daughter. "How has your stay at Hogwarts been?"

"Hello, father. It would have been dreadful if not for the excitement a boy here caused," she responded. "He beat up Goyle and hexed a sixth year so badly no one could remove the spell but him.

Andreas's eyebrows rose.

"Is this boy a first year, Desdemona?" he asked her curiously.

"Yes, sir. He is. He's kind of somber, but was nice to me," she said.

"He'd be a fool not to be nice to you, Desdemona," her father replied, "What's his name?"

"Harry Potter. His mother is a Spells Mistress and his father is an Auror," Jasmine replied.

"Potter? And he's a Slytherin?" Andreas asked his daughter, incredulous.

Desdemona nodded.

Andreas burst into laughter. James Potter, the consummate Gryffindor birthed a son that was a Slytherin. Everyone must be completely appalled. Andreas knew that the Potter's had had children because one was the most famous person in the entire wizarding Britain, but had never investigated further into the second child. Knowing Potter, it was probably going to give him a heart attack and make his grandparent's roll over in their graves.

But the black-haired wizard soon sobered. The boy seemed to be quite powerful and quite brave. Andreas couldn't recollect any first year ever hexing a sixth-year. That was quite impressive in itself.

But damn, he was the son of a mudblood and a pure-blood, this was going to be difficult to decide where he stood in the Pureblood community, seeing as the Potters are a prestigious Pureblooded family, but that wife of James is a Mudblood. Nevertheless, the boy sounded interesting. The fact he was in Slytherin suggested the boy had a dark nature as well.

"And father since he is a Potter, should I not associate with him? For he is only a half-blood, almost as good as a Mudblood as far as I am concerned." She sniffed.

"No Desdemona. Dirty-blooded or not, the boy might end up becoming a powerful wizard. He could one day renounce his muggle parentage and become acceptable if not wholly one of us. You might even influence him to do this when you are older and he is more, shall we say 'susceptible' to your charms," her father said.

Desdemona blushed. She was a Lebreas female and fully knew what that meant. Females in her family were schooled early and subtly in the attracting and subsequent manipulation of males. She was only eleven, but knew she was to be a femme fatale when she got older. Making Harry like her now would make her job easier should she be required to turn him later on when they matured.

"I'll be his friend then, father," she said, smiling.

Andreas nodded.

"Good girl. Now tell me about your classes…"

Daphne Greengrass leaned against the wall of the Slytherin Girl's Dorm, a smirk on her face. So the little princess has plotted with her daddy to make Potter one of her toys? Ha, this was rich!

If she knew one thing, it was that Potter wasn't very susceptible to Lebrea's charms. And she had to say that Potter had earned an ounce of respect in her book, seeing as he didn't take any trouble from that sixth year. She smiled, Lebreas' did have a point though.

Potter would be a very powerful wizard when he fully matured, it wouldn't hurt to be a 'friend' until that day has arrived. Daphne Greengrass smiled, a smile that was most like that of a cat who had got the canary.

Severus Snape was in a bad mood, not only had Dumbledore required that he 'get to know his students' he had made each student fill out a Questionaire as well. And currently he was reading Harry Potter's.

First Year Questionnaire
Slytherin House
Head of House: Professor Severus Snape, P.M.

Student Name: Harry Potter

Age: 11

Father's Name: James Potter
Father's Occupation: Auror, M.O.M.

Mother's Name: Lily Potter
Mother's Occupation: Spells Mistress M.O.M.

First Contact: Lily Potter
Second Contact: James Potter

Favorite Subject: Potions
Secondary Subject: Charms

Hobbies: Flying, Reading, Doing Experiments, Learning
The Person You Most Admire: Undecided
Trait You Most Admire: Intelligence
Your Current Goal: To become the most accomplished wizard I can.

Why Do You Think You Were Sorted into Slytherin House?
I was sorted into Slytherin because my qualities were matching those that were required to be in Slytherin House and the Sorting Hat decided that Slytherin was the best place for me to learn and grow without trouble.

Describe Yourself:

I have black hair, green eyes and pale skin. I think I am going to be tall. I like to stay to myself, read and study. I don't like stupid people and won't stay around them. I don't like silly talk, only interesting conversations. I won't stand for anyone picking on me and will protect myself. I prefer to work alone and learn quickly. According to my mother, I am selfish sometimes, but I don't see it that way. What's mine is mine and I have to look out for it because if it is destroyed, then who will replace it? You have to look out for yourself and what's yours. You shouldn't count on others to do it because sometimes they will let you down, so it's better to count on yourself from the start. I don't like being the center of attention or other people who like to be the center of attention. I prefer to be in the background because I can get more done that way without anyone bothering me. If someone does something to me, I believe in getting even, which my mother says is bad. But I know my mother has done things to get even with people, because of uncle Sirius and uncle Remus. What I hate most in the world is being lied to. Sometimes the truth hurts, but I would rather be hurt because of something I know than lied to about it. That's all.

What Do You Believe Slytherin House Can Do For You?

I'm not sure what Slytherin House can do for me. But I like way it allows you to be yourself and not try to make you believe you are perfect. Gryffindor House tries to make everyone sound and act perfect but nobody is perfect and everyone has their bad points. I hate Gryffindor. My father was in Gryffindor and he wasn't a very good representative for showing what Gryffindor is about. Everyone acts like they are the best house, but they're a bunch of posers and just as rotten as anyone else. They aren't honest about it. At least in Slytherin we know we aren't perfect. We can still be brave and loyal too without lying to ourselves. I think Slytherin House will teach me how to use my bad points as well as my good ones. I will learn how to use what I have to get what I want. I also like how competitive Slytherin is, and how we can be sneaky and secretive and it's all right as long as we don't get caught doing anything wrong. I believe that's all right too. My father doesn't want me here, but I know I belong here.

Severus smirked at Harry's estimation of Gryffindor House. He was a proper Slytherin all right. It irked him that a boy so obviously Slytherin had his formative years marred by being surrounded by nothing by Gryffindors. Luckily, Harry seemed to have survived it without getting too screwed up. The only way Severus would contact James Potter concerning Harry was if the world was ending. Lily on the other hand...

Severus stopped and reread the boy's questionnaire and paused over Harry's hobby of doing experiments. He didn't specify what kind of experiments, a definite red flag. The gods only knew what kind of shady acts Harry would try. He'd have to keep an eye out. The boy could get into anything.

Hm. The boy had no one he admired? Most children had a hero of some sort. An athlete, a historical figure, or someone they knew. But Harry was undecided. A very strange answer.

As far as his "goals" went, Harry wanted to be "accomplished." That was admirable. Most first years put down things like, I want to be Minister of Magic, or be a Quidditch Star, or the Richest Wizard in the World…something along those lines. Harry's answer was realistic and ultimately attainable if he applied himself.

The fact that Harry was indeed going to be a powerful wizard would only make Severus' doting seem a proper Slytherin response, even if the boy's father was Potter. Maneuvering oneself into a position to influence the powerful was the Slytherin way, after all. It shouldn't be difficult to get close to the boy, who needed a strong male Slytherin figure in his life.

Severus put away the questionnaires. He would read the rest later. The wizard next took out an application for a private room and put Harry's information on it. He would send it to the Headmaster for approval. The sooner he got the boy away from his roommates the better. Stupidity wasn't contagious, but if one was steeped in it long enough, it could still be influencing.

The Potions Master could hear stirrings in the Slytherin common room. His charges were getting ready for breakfast. The wizard stretched in his chair, then rose and exited his office, closing and warding the door behind him. He started up the long corridor, heading for breakfast.

Severus turned down the corridor that led to the teacher's entrance to the Great Hall. Albus was approaching from the other side, and paused outside the door, waiting for the Potions Master.

"Ah, good morning, Severus," he said to the wizard.

Severus nodded at him.

"Good morning, Headmaster," he replied.

Albus looked around, then lowered his voice.

"Severus, there is a large piece of Treacle Tart hidden in the kitchens. Promise me you will not tell anyone what I just told you, for if I don't get that piece I will make sure that every teacher gets the worst meals for the rest of the week. And I know what your thinking, 'why don't I just ask the elfs to make a new Treacle Tart, but you have to understand. This piece is the most moist one they have ever made! They will probably never make it like that ever again! So please, keep any teacher away from the kitchens before or after the feast!"

"Yes Headmaster." Severus said looking at Albus who smiled brightly at him.

"Yes," Albus agreed, placing his hand on the wizard's shoulder in happiness for a moment, then opening the door to the Great Hall. "Shall we go in?"

James Potter was distraught.

First, he recently found out that his son had been sorted into Slytherin. He had run to Lily when the Congratulation letter's from Hogwarts had come and he had found out that Harry was in Slytherin. Second, Lily was mad at him saying that he was 'overreacting' and that he should just accept the fact that their little boy was in the most evil house in Hogwarts.

James was desperate now. He would have loved if Harry had been sorted into Gryffindor, and would have been okay if he had been sorted into either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, but Slytherin? Why did the gods want to play this cruel joke on him?

He had talked to Lily about seeing if they could get Harry's house changed, but that had only infuriated her more. She had yelled at him for hours and hours for being a 'toe-rag' and that he should 'be happy for Harry'. So now here he was laying on the couch, with his back in a crick and his neck sore.

Things were not going smoothly. And thirdly, he found out that Remus is also siding with Lily on this issue.

*Flashback*

"Can you believe it? Slytherin for crying out loud!" James grumbled, pacing back and forth in front of Remus who was sitting in the chair staring at James.

"James, you know that the Sorting Hat is never wrong and maybe it might even help the Slytherins see that there doesn't always have to be constant fueding between Gryffindor and Slytherin, that is if Harry and Calla are still talking to each other." Remus said, insightfully.

"But Remy! How can you say that? This is Slytherin we're talking about, you know 'Voldie's House" or "Slimy Snakes" or even better the "Greasy Git's House?" James said incredulously. Remus sighed.

"James, maybe we should just let the past die and look toward the future. I know that this is difficult to say, but Harry was sorted there for a reason and we all know that Harry is different. James, just let this die down. He's still your son, it's not like he is suddenly going to become evil for being in a house for crying out loud." Remus said, getting up and placing his hand on James' shoulder.

"Now get home James, and think about what I just said." Remus said, looking sternly into James' hazel eyes with his blue ones. James huffed and apparated out of Remus' house.

*End Flashback*

But as James lay looking at the pictures of Harry and Calla, he knew that Harry was going to be in Slytherin before he had even got his Hogwarts Letter. The way that Harry was, the calm, cool, collected boy with the smarts, cunning, ambition, and ability to tell if someone is exaggerating, has always been what made up the Slytherin-to-be.

He suspected that he had known for a-while know, he just didn't want to admit it to himself. James sighed as he looked at the portrait of his son.

"Harry, I know I'm not the fastest to understand. But I promise, I won't let my biasness effect my behavior. You have always been different, always preferring to read than to play with the other children. Never really liking things that children your age did, always being more adult-like all the time. Son, I love you and I promise that, even though I don't like it, I will accept the fact that you are a... Slytherin." James said, seeing the protrait move slightly to the left.

James sat up on the couch, rolling his head on his neck and twisting his back.

"And now I'm ready to get back in a proper bed and sleep this off. Merlin help anyone that tries to keep me from a goodnight's sleep."

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