Once again, set in an Alternate Universe peoples.

Part Fourteen

The First Day of Classes

Harry woke up early on the first day of classes and he was already dressed in his robes with his wand in its holster on his arm by the time Draco woke up. The blond wizard sat up before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What are you doing up so early?" he murmured.

Harry shrugged. "I always wake up early," he replied.

"Why?"

"I dunno. I guess I just like seeing the sun rise. It's quite beautiful seeing the sun rise at Prince Manor," Harry replied smoothing his robes while examining the Slytherin crest on it.

Draco sighed as he stood up before yawning as he walked over to the bathrooms and, after showering and changing, walked over to join Harry. They were sharing their dorm with Blaise Zabini and two other Slytherins that Harry didn't learn the names of yet but they weren't up yet.

Draco glanced at him. "Ready Harry?" he asked.

Harry nodded and the two of them, after waking up Blaise, set off for the common room. Harry noticed that they weren't the only ones up at that time and Pansy, Daphne and Millicent were also up but they were busy talking quietly with each other. The prefects were also up and walking around, making sure everyone was ready.

Harry glanced at Draco. "I'm hungry," he said.

Draco chuckled. "Of course you are, Harry, you just woke up," he said with a slight sneer in his voice although his gray eyes glittered with brief amusement.

Harry rolled his eyes as more Slytherins made their way into the common room and the prefects started gathering them up. "We're going to go to the Great Hall for breakfast now," one prefect said, Harry didn't know his name. "Remember, we want to make Professor Snape proud and we want to show the school that we are the best behaved house."

"Which we probably wouldn't have been had Weasley been sorted here," Draco murmured.

"Ron's not that bad, Draco," Harry murmured back as the two of them lined up behind the prefects and followed them out of the dungeons and towards the Great Hall.

When they entered the Great Hall, Harry spotted Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table and waved at him. Draco glanced at him with surprise and was even more surprised when Ron waved back. "Whoa, I did not see that coming," he said.

Harry glanced at Draco curiously. "Why not? I think it's great having a friend in a different house," he said as he sat down at the Slytherin table.

"Yeah but Slytherin and Gryffindors have hated each other for years," Draco replied with a faint shrug.

"My mum and dad didn't."

"That's different."

"I don't see how."

"Well it's because…er…all right I suppose it's not that different," Draco admitted when he couldn't come up with a plausible excuse.

Harry smiled before he glanced at his plate and at the breakfast that was out in front of him. As he began to fill his plate, he heard his father murmur, "Not so many sweets first thing in the morning son," as his father handed him his schedule. Harry flushed but put back some of the sweets he had gotten.

Draco let out a snorted laughter until he was reprimanded by his godfather at the same time and Harry smirked a very Snape like smirk at Draco. Draco scowled at him. "It's not funny," he muttered.

Harry chuckled as he watched his father continue to hand out the schedules to his Slytherins. A moment later, a flock of owls flew into the Great Hall and Harry glanced up as letters and papers were being dropped from the owls. Hedwig was among them but she had only come by to see Harry before she flew off and Harry smiled faintly.

He also noticed that Draco had gotten a letter and he figured it was from his parents. "Who's it from?" he asked just to make sure.

"My mum," Draco replied with a shrug as he opened the letter and read it to himself. "She was just congratulating me on being placed in Slytherin and reminding me to be good for my godfather."

Harry smiled before glancing at Snape as the Potions Professor finished handing out the schedules and walked back to the staff table. He then picked up his schedule before examining it. "Cool, I have Potions first and then Defense Against the Dark Arts," he said.

"Same here," Draco replied as he also examined his schedule before he groaned, "But it looks like we have it with Gryffindors."

"Not all Gryffindors are bad, Draco," Harry said. "Fred, George and Ron seem all right."

Draco snorted. "That's only cause you're good at making friends with people," he muttered.

Harry wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or not so he opted for neither and didn't respond as he started to eat.

Gryffindors and Slytherins, a disaster in the making, Severus thought as he finished his usual speech to his Gryffindors and Slytherins. "…I can help you brew fame…bottle glory…even stopper death if you aren't as big a dunderhead as I usually have to teach," he finished as he walked in front of his class.

He spotted Draco and Harry sitting beside each other at the front of the class while Ron and Neville were sitting just next to them. In truth, those four were sitting closer to each other than was normal for Slytherins and Gryffindors. Most of the time, Gryffindors opted for one side of the room while Slytherins took the other and few chose the seats in between.

It meant that Harry still saw Ronald Weasley as his friend even if his fellow housemates didn't like it.

Severus was gladdened by that as he went through the roll call although when he said Harry's name, several people began murmuring amongst themselves. A stern glare from the Potions Professor silenced those murmurs though.

"All right then," Severus said placing the parchment on the table. "Before we start anything today, can anyone tell me where to find a bezoar?"

Severus gazed around as Harry raised his hand. Ah that's definitely my son, Severus thought but waited to see if anyone else had the answer. When no one raised their hands, he nodded to Harry.

"It comes from the belly of a goat," Harry replied.

"Very good, five points to Slytherin," Severus replied.

"Typical," a Gryffindor muttered at the back of the room.

Severus chose to ignore that before he decided to start on a harder question, one that he doubted anyone could answer. "What is the different between monkshood and wolfsbane?" he asked.

This time, to his utter surprise and disbelief, Ron actually raised his hand. "Yes Mr. Weasley?" he asked, his years as a spy and his occlumency training pushed all emotion out of his voice.

"There's no different aside from the name," Ron replied.

"I'm impressed, Mr. Weasley," Severus said and he truly meant it, he hadn't thought that Ronald Weasley, of all people, would know that answer. "Five points to Gryffindor."

Some of the Gryffindors gasped before glancing at each other. Severus sneered; he did give out points to those who deserved them in spite of everyone assuming he favored his own house.

He turned around before adding, "Today you'll be brewing the Boil Cure Potion. Pair up and follow the instructions exactly as they are written," as he flicked his wand toward the board and the instructions immediately began to write themselves on the board. "Begin!"

Harry and Draco immediately teamed up and Neville and Ron teamed up as well. Severus examined the boy Neville as he nervously read the instructions while Ron got the ingredients. The boy looked a lot like Alice and Frank and Severus felt sorry for the boy, knowing full well that his parents were in the Mental Ward of St. Mungos because Bellatrix and other Death Eaters had tortured them into insanity.

Walking down the aisles as the students continued to follow the instructions and brew, Severus found that Harry was very adept at brewing; he must have gotten that particular gene from both Severus and Lily. The two of them had been good brewers after all.

Thinking about Lily brought back memories that Severus quickly pushed away as he continued to walk around observing the workings. Everything was going well.

Until…

Harry finished stirring the potion before glancing at the instructions. "All right, now we need to remove the cauldron and put in the porcupine quills," he said and he removed the cauldron while Draco got the quills ready. He put the quills in and Harry went on to the next step.

Suddenly a horrid odor filled the air and Harry covered his nose before turning around in time to see Neville stepping away from the cauldron with huge eyes as it melted. Snape was there in an instant, his wand already out as the stench filled the air and, with a murmured spell, the cauldron, as well as the ruined potion, were gone.

Snape scowled at Neville. "Next time, read the directions, Mr. Longbottom, and take the cauldron off of the fire before you add the porcupine quills," he said curtly. "And five points from Gryffindor."

"But why?" Ron protested. "It was an accident."

"Yes but it still could have turned into something more horrendous. Did you get any of the potion on your skin?"

Both Gryffindors shook their head.

Snape snorted. "You were lucky then," he said before he turned around and added, "Everyone else, back to work!"

Harry knew that his father was only being strict because it could have been dangerous if he did not convince them to be careful. He returned his gaze to the potion as he and Draco continued to brew while Neville and Ron had to restart their potion.

Snape continued to walk around, criticizing some work, deducting points and approving other potions as they neared the end of class. Harry finished stirring the potion before examining it. It was a bit lighter than the red it was supposed to be and Harry hoped that didn't mean it was bad.

Snape stopped by his station at that moment before examining the potion. "Not bad you two," he said. "It could have been a it lighter but otherwise, not bad for the first time. Five points to Slytherin." He then went back to the front of the class and called, "Bottle your potions and place them on my desk; after that, you have a two feet assignment on the different ingredients used in this potion, the more information provided, the better your grade will likely be."

Harry noticed, as he bottled his potion, that the second time around, Neville and Ron managed to make their potion at least close to a reddish color. Neville was still nervous as he placed the vial on Snape's desk and quickly walked back to his station. Harry took his potion up last before narrowing his eyes.

"I think Neville did better the second time around. I wonder why," he said.

Snape sneered. "He most likely actually read the instructions," he replied before he gestured toward the door as the class filed out. "You'd best get to your next class Mr. Snape."

Harry smiled. "I'm going, dad, I'm going," he replied before he turned around and walked out of the classroom to join Draco and, surprisingly, Ron.

"We did better the second time around," Ron commented as the three of them walked toward their Defense class.

Harry smiled faintly. "Probably because you followed the instructions," he said.

"Oi, you sounded like Snape."

Harry laughed. "Well he is my dad," he said.

"Oi, I didn't think you'd take after him that quickly."

Draco smirked while Harry chuckled as the three of them entered their defense class, seemingly oblivious to the glares they were receiving from both Gryffindors and Slytherins.

Professor Quirrell was a stuttering slender man with a turban on his head but Harry couldn't help but feel worried. His scar seemed to be hurting whenever Quirrell looked at him and he was unsure of why that was. He rubbed his head as the stuttering Defense professor went on with his lecture.

"Harry, are you all right mate?" Ron, who was sitting on one side of Harry, closest to the Gryffindors, asked.

Draco, who was on Harry's other side, also glanced at him briefly in concern though he did toss a glare at Ron.

"Yeah, my head just hurts a little," Harry admitted.

"Maybe you should go to Madame Pomfrey."

"No, I don't think it's bad enough for that."

Draco sneered. "You do know if your headache gets worse, you avoid Madame Pomfrey and Snape finds out then he's going to drag you to the Healer's Ward…literally," he said.

"I know, I know," Harry said with a sigh; he knew for a fact that his father would do just that. "All right, if it gets worse then I'll tell my father."

"That's good to know because if you don't then I will," Draco replied.

Harry narrowed his eyes while the blond wizard merely shrugged in reply.

The three of them didn't notice when Quirrell walked over to join the three of them. "T…Talking in the m…middle of class?" the Defense asked rhetorically causing the three to look up startled by the sudden voice.

"Er…" Harry, Ron and Draco just looked at the stuttering professor speechlessly.

"V…Very well then. T…Ten points f…from S…Slytherin and G…Gryffindor," Quirrell stuttered before walking back to the front of the large classroom while the Gryffindors and Slytherins glowered at Harry, Draco and Ron.

Defense was over and then it was time for lunch; Harry was the first one out of the classroom once the class was dismissed and Draco and Ron quickly hurried after him. Harry noticed that the further he got from the Defense classroom, the less pain he felt in his head.

"How's your head?" Draco asked as the two of them separated from Ron and went over to the Slytherin table.

"Better," Harry replied. "It's not aching anymore."

Draco nodded before the two of them sat down at the Slytherin table. Pansy glanced at them before curling her lip. "I hear you've been hanging out with the blood traitor Draco," she said curtly.

Draco sneered back at Pansy.

Harry frowned. "Why does everyone keep calling the Weasleys blood traitors?" he asked.

"It's because they're pureblood but they actually care about and like muggleborns," Blaise explained.

"That's stupid," Harry muttered.

"Oh what would you know, half-blood?" Millie spat at him.

"Well my mother was a muggleborn witch."

Marcus Flint sneered at him. "Just because your mother was a muggleborn whore doesn't mean anything," he spat.

Harry's eyes flashed. "Don't you dare call my mother that again," he snapped angrily.

"What? A whore? Your mother was a whore if you are a half-blood and…"

"Are you stupid, Flint?" Draco growled angrily. "You do know that Harry's father is our Head of House, don't you? Or are you so stupid that you missed that little memo?"

"Well I still say your mother was a whore," Marcus spat back.

Harry was on the verge of drawing his wand when he was saved by Draco's hand on his arm and Harry noticed that Snape had somehow been alerted to the argument that was brewing between them.

"Take that back," Harry said firmly.

"It's the truth, Snape," Marcus sneered.

"And what truth would that be, Mr. Flint?" Snape said, eyes burning with a fire that Harry has never seen in his father's gaze before.

Flint whirled around in his seat. "Ah…Professor Snape, hello," he greeted him.

"I believe you owe Mr. Snape an apology, Mr. Flint," Snape said coolly. "Especially for what you called his mother."

Flint's eyes narrowed but the look Snape was giving Flint could have sent someone like Voldemort running for the hills. Swallowing, Flint turned his gaze back to Harry. "I'm sorry for calling your mum a whore," he said finally.

Snape leaned down and added, "Next time, actually mean it, Flint," he growled angrily just loud enough for both Draco and Harry to hear. "And don't you dare insult Lily Evans again or you'll have detention with Filch every day until you graduate Hogwarts. Understood?"

"Y…Yes sir," Flint stammered out. It was obvious no one had seen Snape this angry before for Pansy was pale and Blaise was wide eyed with shock. Snape straightened up before walking back to the staff table although his posture suggested that he was still beyond angry.

"Whoa, I've never seen Professor Snape that angry before," Millie gasped her eyes going wide.

"Neither have I," Pansy admitted also wide eyed.

Flint was so pale that Harry was afraid he had gone into terror induced shock, if there was such a condition. Gradually, however, Flint regained his composure and went back to his meal.

A/n what do you think?

Blaze: and that was the 6 page more than 3,000 word chapter 14

Darth: I liked it

Blaze: yup

Darth: you used a bad word in it though

Blaze: I know

Darth: bad!

Blaze: oh shut up

Darth: bleh (walks off to Starbucks)

Blaze: (rolls eyes)

Severus: what's going to happen in the next chapter?

Blaze: (narrows eyes in thought) well since I'm not going by the book, due to the fact that I don't own the book, nor the movie, due to the fact that I haven't seen the movie in a long time, I think it'll be the first flying lesson with a twist

Severus: that soon?

Blaze: well like I said, nothing is at is it in canon. So please review and I'll post part fifteen as soon as I possibly can.