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Haelan paused in his retelling, looking at his Potions Professor to see if he had gotten what Haelan was trying to say.
Severus Snape had a strange expression on his face, one that Haelan couldn't puzzle out. "You mean to say," he drawled. "That Harry Potter has been hiding out in the Founders Age since he disappeared and that you, Haelan Slytherin, are the missing Savior. I must say, I was not expecting this."
Haelan gave a small smile. "You won't tell anyone, will you? Blaise already knows; he figured it out a few days ago. But I'm not quite ready to have all those expectations thrust back on me. Besides, it might be easier to defeat Voldemort without being…well, Harry Potter. Who would ever expect that Salazar's Apprentice and Gryffindor's Golden Boy are the one and only?"
Professor Snape studied Haelan. He did think it was a good idea, to pretend to be someone else. He just had one question. "If you did go back to the Founder's Age, why is it that you didn't become Godric's apprentice? You are, after all, a Gryffindor."
Haelan sighed. He had thought that might come up. "Salazar was the one who first met me when I got transported back 1000 years or so. It stands to reason that he would be the most curious in me. Also, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin in my first year, did you know? I guess I belong in both Houses. But you haven't promised me yet. Promise you won't tell anyone. I have knowledge of many spells, curses, and hexes that wouldn't get me in trouble for using them. Being an apprentice to a wizard almost 1000 years in the past does have its advantages."
"Resorting to threatening teachers, Potter?" He sneered, putting extra emphasis on the last word that came out of his mouth. "My, my. And here I was thinking you weren't just a carbon copy of your father."
Haelan leaned forward, his eyes looking straight into Snape's. "Oh, I'm not just a carbon copy of my father. I know how to get what I want, and what I want at this moment is to be known as Haelan Slytherin, and nothing more. You are not going to keep this from me. Here might be an opportunity to defeat Voldemort with none the wiser – for Voldemort is supposed to be the Heir of Slytherin, is he not? Why would I, Haelan Slytherin, ever want to kill him? You can either help me, or not. Of course, if you think that you'll be too busy to ever help the son of James Potter, well, I know a very handy spell much stronger than Obliviate, and it doesn't even require a wand. No way to track it, if anyone ever suspects." Haelan stepped back from the desk, his hands clasped behind his back, looking to anyone who would walk in like a confused student asking for help.
Severus stared at the student in front of him, agape. Of course, no emotion showed on his face, but he certainly was surprised. Harry Potter was no longer a foolish, brash Gryffindor. He definitely still had the Gryffindor anger, but it seemed that the Savior was more snake than lion. Oh, this too funny.
"I…promise." Professor Snape said after much consideration. "I will not tell anyone of what occurred in this classroom between you and me. Now, I do believe Mr. Malfoy is looking for you. He shall be disappointed if you do not show up for dinner."
Haelan blushed. "Thank you Professor." He nodded and left the classroom, his cheeks flaming.
A/N:I was wondering...should this become a Drarry fic? I wasn't sure, but now it seems likes my story is heading there. And the story wouldn't be all romance, it would just be a side thing.