Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Sorry for the wait, this chapter got a little carried away with me, I finally just had to cut it off to get it posted.
There was something to be said for the color combination of blue and bronze. It was more than enough to allow Angelus to fall asleep without the slightest bit of trouble though he was still up before the sun had started to show itself through the tower windows. He made his way to the common room and was somewhat less than surprised to find that it was occupied by most of the students from the older years reading or making last minute corrections to their summer homework.
Rosalie noticed that he was standing by the stairs and motioned him over to her table with a smile. "Its nice to see that at least one of the first years already has a decent sleep schedule ingrained, although it means one less kiddy for the boys to shock awake." She motioned to the side of the dorm and Angelus saw that there was a group of sixth year boys plotting in the corner. "They use a raffle to decide what year gets to wake the first years up." The smile that crossed her face was ten shades of predatory and made Angelus very glad that the sleep schedule that the Dursleys had engrained on him the first time had stayed with him.
"Breakfast doesn't start for another thirty minutes so you can read up on one of your classes or do what most of the other boys do and stare at a book and wait." Several of the boys sitting around the fire turned around to protest but were silenced by a rather effective glare. "Madam Pince normally doesn't like to have students in the library this early but she has a soft spot for Ravenclaws if you want to explore a bit."
"That's a good idea, there might be books in the Hogwarts library that I don't have at home." Angelus doubted it but one never knows what could be found in the dusty corners of a library as big as the one in Hogwarts.
The halls were familiar and held a warmth to them that Angelus had almost forgotten about and had been much to distracted last night to notice. It was almost as if the castle was welcoming him back as one of her favorite children with a warm embrace. He relished the feeling as he made his way to the library while sticking to the shadows, no need to get swarmed this early after all. He pasted several older Ravenclaws and even a couple of Slytherins on his way but none of them even looked his way as he slid past.
The library wasn't completely empty but there were plenty of spaces for Angelus to curl up with a book and be left alone. He didn't bother looking for a book he hadn't read, but just pulled a Potions book off of the shelf and flipped it open, he only had twenty minutes to kill until breakfast anyway.
{B}
Hermione had been a an almost constant state of shock since Professor McGonagall had shown up on her parents' doorstep and told them about the wonderful new world that she was now a part of. Her and her parents had been just as skeptical as most would be in the same situation but after the professor turned their coffee table into a pig and back they were convinced. It was a dream come true for her to finally be something truly special, no longer would she just be the little know it all, she is a witch. She devoured every book that she could so that she wouldn't be behind when she got to Hogwarts. The spells were wonderful and she couldn't wait to try them out for herself but her favorite part was the history, most especially the parts about the Boy-Who-Lived.
It was amazing to think that a boy her age had the power to stop a Dark Lord from taking over at such a young age. To be able to be close to someone as powerful and famous as Angelus Potter was a dream come true. She wondered if he remembered what happened that night and why the Dark Lord wasn't able to kill him. It would be beyond fascinating to hear what happened from the person that was actually there. She spent the rest of her summer looking up every little thing she could about him so she would be ready to meet him when they got to Hogwarts.
Most of the information about him was pretty basic and not exactly what she wanted but it was all that she could find. He was the heir to the Potter family, which was a 'pureblood' family that dated back to the days of Merlin though the name had changed several times. His mother's name was Lily and she was one of the most intelligent muggleborns to ever graduate from Hogwarts, she was even the Head Girl in her seventh year. His father was James Potter and was a playboy that still managed to get some of the highest scores and landed Head Boy. They both had successful jobs and were known throughout the wizarding world and she could even remember at least one company in the muggle world with their names on it. He had a little sister named Roselyn. That was pretty much all she could find out about him since his parents pretty much kept him out of the general public.
Being friends with someone like that would surely open doors for her in this new world, she would be able to show everyone just how smart she was without worrying about people picking on her for it.
She had had everything planned out for when she met him but every plan went out of her head when she had finally met him on the boat ride to Hogwarts. He was every bit as beautiful as the books and articles proclaimed him as and she found herself talking faster than she wanted and asking questions even she knew she shouldn't ask at the first meeting. His voice was like a razor as he rebuked her and focused on the slightly chubby boy that was sitting right next to her. She tried to make eye contact with him the entire time they were waiting to enter the Great Hall but he just kept talking to that boy and then shook hands with a blond boy that looked like one of the aristocrats from her mother's romance novels, only much younger of course.
The only option she had left to make fast friends with him was to get sorted into the same House. Luckily the books all made multiple mentions about how both of his parents and his father's friends were all in Gryffindor. Surely he would end up in the same place as his parents, they raised him after all. (Of course she didn't know that his grandmother had been a Slytherin, but what can you do.) She had to force the hat to put her in Gryffindor, it said that she wasn't nearly brave enough and entirely too ambitious, but she wouldn't be deterred and it finally called out the House she wanted. She sat with bated breath as Angelus was called to the hat and felt all of her plans crumble when he was sorted into Ravenclaw, how could she have been wrong? He should have been in the same House as his parents. No matter though, she would find a way to make friends with him and then she would be set for life without having to socialize with the other children more than necessary.
{B}
The time that Angelus spent in the library was peaceful, far more peaceful than he had honestly expected. The other Ravenclaws barely paid him any mind as they continued to research whatever their current interest was, though they did look up every now and then. The only other kind of student there was the occasional Slytherin that came in to get a book and quickly returned to their common room. By the time that the other students packed up to leave he was just relaxed enough to follow after them without worrying about being stared at for breakfast.
{B}
It turned out that he didn't have to worry too much about being stared at as the Great Hall was almost empty for the most part, though there were at least a couple of older years from each house. He was one of only a bare minimum of first years to make it as the doors opened for breakfast. There were two girls from Hufflepuff, two boys from Slytherin, and Hermione was the only one at Gryffindor. Of course the rest of the Ravenclaw first years would likely be up soon if the guys plotting in the common room had anything to say about it.
The food was every bit as delicious as the first time he tasted it but now he had something to compare it to and knew that it was house elves in general that made the food wonderful, not the place they cooked it. The house elves at Potter Manor were some of the best in the world and had been with the family for generations. His father's favorite story was how they reacted when his mother first stepped foot on the property and asked them if they would rather be free. Let's just say that she never looked at a house elf the same way again. She still had problems with calling the head elf unless his father was in the room.
The older Ravenclaws barely acknowledged that he sat down but he knew that they were watching him, but it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. It was probably because they were looking at him like they were trying to figure him out, not like they just assumed that he was the next coming of Merlin.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter." No matter how long he spent around the diminutive professor he still couldn't keep track of him, no one could. "Here's your schedule and if you have any trouble finding your classes the older students will be more than happy to help you out." The man slid the parchment onto the table with a friendly smile and sauntered away, almost disappearing until he reached the head table. He had left the rest of the schedules with a seventh year that looked like he avoided contact with the sun religiously and Angelus couldn't put a name to the face.
Looking at the schedule assured him that Dumbledore had entirely too much time on his hands. Every class was either with Gryffindor or Slytherin with only one class shared with Hufflepuff, the first time through had been with Gryffindor and Slytherin matched up but he had changed it to suit him. He was likely hoping that through the classes with Gryffindor he would make friends with Ronald and through the ones with Slytherin he would be bullied enough to dislike snakes on the whole. Angelus wondered what he would do when he sat next to Draco and had a conversation or ignored Ronald completely.
{B}
The first class on the list was Charms and it was obvious from the get go that classes from the Ravenclaw House was going to be far different from what Angelus was used to. The students were quiet and calm, though the other first year Ravens looked like they had stuck their fingers in a light socket and it took everything Angelus had to keep from giggling at their misfortune and from the heavy pink tint on Flitwick's face, he was having just as hard of a time with it. Michael Corner was sending what he probably thought was a terrifying glare at Angelus with a stack of modern history books tittering on his desk.
"Now that we're all in our seats we can get things started." Flitwick's voice was every bit as squeaky as ever though Angelus noted with more than a little happiness that the man merely smiled brightly when he got to Angelus' name on the roll call instead of falling off his stack of books.
{B}
The rest of the day was filled with boring but informative lectures about what would happen in each class and what would be expected of them for the rest of the year. Ronald was still late to Transfiguration but with Seamus in tow rather than Angelus. Hermione was imperious as ever toward the rest of the lions and seemed to try to sit next to Angelus whenever they had a class together. She wouldn't say anything, but she would glance at him from time to time as if he was supposed to be the one to start a conversation.
The next day was much the same though Angelus managed to attach himself next to Neville early enough in the greenhouse that he was made his partner for the rest of the year. Angelus did a little happy dance in his head as the boy gave him a hesitant smile. Angelus had all the knowledge to take care of the plants but no one could match Neville's green thumb.
{B}
"Hey, Potter." Michael Corner's voice held a note to it that instantly raised Angelus' hackles. He looked up from his lunch to find Michael leading a group of first year muggleborn students all with awe-filled looks on their faces, damn. "Why didn't you just tell us that you saved everyone from the Dark Lord?" There was something in his eyes that didn't seem right.
"It isn't something one talks about in a school and its in more than enough history books so why bother with it." Angelus stood and looked Michael right in the eye. "I don't like to think about the past so if you will excuse me we still have Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts before dinner and I don't want to be late."
{B}
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class." Severus looked out at his last first year class of the day and felt some of the tension leaving his body. Normally the old fool paired the Gryffindors with the Slytherins and the Ravenclaws with the Hufflepuffs but this year the Ravens were with the Snakes and the Lions were with the Badgers. He would have all of the stupidest children in one class instead of infesting both and he wouldn't have to deal with petty rivalries. "I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, and put a stopper in death."
Each and every face was nothing but attentive and it was a balm to his soul after the tears and rowdiness of the other Houses. His Slytherins were leaning forward in their seats and hanging off of his every word and the Ravenclaws were focused so intensely that he was amazed that his robes had yet to catch on fire. It was thoughts of the Ravens that brought his attention to Hogwarts' newest celebrity, Angelus Potter.
In their letters Lily wrote numerous raving reviews about her baby boy and he had honestly thought that half the things she wrote were just the exaggeration of a doting mother. The boy had a feminine quality to his frame as well as many of Lily's facial features though there was a potential for strength that was just waiting to be tapped into. The boy's hair was long and black as night except for two trails of crimson that occasionally caught the light around his face. Hopefully the boy did not just gain more of his mother's looks but also at least part of her intelligence.
{B}
Anton knew that his little brother wasn't going to like the fact that he hadn't told him that he was going to be teaching at Hogwarts, but honestly he wasn't even sure that he was going to be able to with the old man getting his knickers in a twist. The old man had pled that he would be a danger to the student body despite the fact that he had a half giant as a grounds keeper. Giants caused more wizard deaths per year than vampires did in a decade, insufferable old goat. Finally when he thought that he was going to be turned away for good a push of influence went through the Board and the goat's vote was completely overturned. Drusilla was thrilled that she would be able to coddle his 'adorable little brother'.
The last first year class entered the room with light steps as Gryffindors huddled to the seats closest to the back, and farthest from him, while the Ravenclaws made a beeline to the closest seat with Angelus shooting glares his way every couple of minutes. "Welcome to the first class of the year."
Anton paced in front of his desk and met the eyes of every student for a moment or two before moving on. "This class is to teach you how to protect yourself from the forces of the Dark whether they are creature or wizard in nature. You will learn how to shield yourself from hexes as well as how to identify and defend against a variety of dark creatures. Most of this year will be spent on theory and history to help you understand the power of the dark before you learn to counter it. Are there any questions so far?"
A girl in the middle of the room with some of the bushiest hair he had ever seen almost bounced in her seat as her hand waved back and forth in the air. She barely wasted a moment when he motioned her to speak. "Are you really a vampire and if you are why would they let you into a school full of children?"
"You are a muggleborn, are you not?" Anton sighed as she nodded with a light blush on her face. "I am sure that the only true knowledge you have on vampires comes from movies or fictional books of the muggle variety which is about as far from the truth as you can get. Vampires do not feed exclusively on blood, my personal favorite food is rare steak, though it is normally on the verge of mooing." Several of the girls looked a bit green while Angelus smirked. "The only time that a vampire has to have blood is when we overextend ourselves and we prefer to have the blood from a willing donor or purchased from a donation center. You are under no threat of being drained in your sleep."
Anton looked away from the now embarrassed girl and gave the class a smile full of fangs. "Now that that's out of the way you can get your books out and turn to the first chapter and don't stop reading until the bell rings." Groans were heard from the back as large tomes sprang open across the room and Anton plopped into his chair and kicked his feet up on the desk, it was good to be king.
Review and let me know what you think, but keep in mind that I intend to get the story written and posted before I edit out the mistakes. So please stop telling me about his middle name and the errors with a couple of names in the beginning of the story.