Eye to Eye
Written By: Sharte
Disclaimer - I guess we ought to mention that, yes, we know our fic is similar to that of Kate S. and Bailey, and we are sorry for not mentioning it earlier. We read their fic, and I (Sharte) said 'I wish she had finished this, to go on to the books' and so we decided that we would do it. But, to do that, we had to write a similar beginning (Everything will be different in this chapter) so, please, do not flame us. We know we are using the same idea. Think of it as fanfiction for a fanfiction. Now, as you know, Harry & Co. belong to J.K. We do not claim to own anything. Not the idea for chapter 1(as it was Kate S.) but the plot we do own, because, in case you haven't noticed, there is many differences between her fic and ours. Oh, and the title comes from a Dr. Suess book. =)
~*~*Chapter One*~*~
Are You My Father?
One dark and stormy night, four years after Severus became Harry's guardian, Harry looked up at his 'father' and asked him a very serious question. "Dad? Are you my father?" Severus looked up at his little 'son' and smiled.
"Well, what do you think?" He asked. The little five-year-old bit his lip, brow furrowed in concentration. He got up from his spot on the couch, and went to stand in front of Severus before answering.
"I think you aren't."
"Well, you are correct." Severus said, his face expressionless. Harry lowered his shaggy black head. "Come here." He said softly, taking Harry up into his arms. "I think, my son, that it is time I told you about your parents."
Harry glanced up at the man who cared for him, and was surprised to see his eyes glassy from un-shed tears. "Now, did Minerva tell you about Voldemort?" The little boy shook his head. "Well, he was a very evil wizard, and four years ago he attacked your mum and dad..."
Severus proceeded to tell the little boy about Lily and James, and what happened the night Voldemort attacked. Half an hour later Harry was still sitting in Severus' lap, his little brow furrowed in thought. Severus had finished telling the story, and was silent.
"But.. dad, why are you taking care of me? You.. you will still be my dad, right?" he asked timidly. Severus smiled.
"Of course. I am taking care of you because I offered to do it. I knew your mother in school. She was a good friend." He said, smiling sadly down at the little boy who reminded him so much of James and Lily.
"Do you have any pictures?" Severus got up, and went over to his desk. He opened the drawer, and pulled out a thick black book. He handed it to Harry, and he opened it carefully. Inside was a picture of Lily, sitting in the great hall, next to a boy with sandy brown hair and blue eyes.
He pointed at the picture. "Who is that sitting next to my mum?" Severus sneered. Remus Lupin, a friend of hers.
Harry turned the page, and there was a picture of a boy with untidy black hair, wearing scarlet robes. "Is that my father?" Severus nodded.
"Come on, Harry, it is getting late, and you need to sleep." Harry gave him a pleading look. "Go on, shoo. Take the book with you, only twenty more minutes, Harry." Harry jumped up, and linked his legs around Severus' waist, hugging him.
"G'night!" he called out, going into his bedroom. Severus sighed, and sagged down on his chair again. He put his head in his hands, and messaged his temples.
"At least the boy doesn't hate me," he mumbled, before returning to his desk to grade the homework he had gotten that day.
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A/N Okay, this might get a tad bit confusing... sorry about that. The last part should have been smushed in with the prologue, but we didn't think of it until now. Okay, from here on out, this will be told from the eyes of Professor Quirrell, and Voldemort. As you can tell, I can't very well tell the story from Harry, Ron, or Hermione's p.o.v. because, basically I would have to rewrite all of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. If this fic gets good reviews, and I don't get bored with it, I will continue on from here, going from year to year, each told from a different p.o.v. BTW, I am afraid to say that F.O.E. will not be writing this with me... she has decided she has more important things to do (like work on her own novel) than write fanfiction. Of course, she plans on coming back again someday, but, until then, it will be just me writing *sniff* Oh, and Quirrell will not be 'Mr.-I-Will-stammer' man. I know it is OOC, but I don't give a damn. I like him better this way.
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**** 6 years later*****
Voldemort, in a misty looking form, was sitting in an abandoned cottage. Quentin Quirrell was standing in front of him, looking, to Voldemort's great delight, a nervous wreck. Quentin opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"Well?" Voldemort asked impatiently, his voice high. Quentin trembled, and blinked furiously. 'Idiot,' the Dark Lord thought to himself. Voldemort glared, and Quentin trembled even more.
"It wasn't th...there m...m'lord..." he stammered. Voldemort's eyes glowed bright red. Quentin stepped backwards. The Dark Lord stood up, and Quentin took another step backwards. He tripped over something, and tumbled to the floor.
Voldemort stood over him. Quentin looked up to his master, shaking and crying. "You are weak." He hissed. "If it weren't for your convenient position at Hogwarts, I would kill you." Quentin opened is mouth, perhaps to apologize, but his master cut him off. "Don't speak." Quentin shut his mouth and closed his eyes. "You have failed me, but you will pay."
The Dark lord turned his misty back on Quentin, and the DADA professor opened his eyes. Still trembling, he got up. "Yes master." He murmured, before leaving the room. Voldemort didn't say anything, just stared into the fire.
****3 days later****
Quentin Quirrell frowned as he walked into the Great Hall at Hogwarts, his trunk behind him. Albus Dumbledore stood up as he walked in, and smiled brightly, his blue eyes twinkling. When Albus stood up, the other Professor's stopped talking, and stared at him.
'Of course,' Quentin mumbled to himself 'They have a right to, I look like an idiot.' He, of course, was thinking of the hideous purple turban his master was making him wear, in order to conceal himself when he was residing in his body.
"Ah, Quentin," Dumbledore said pleasantly, "How was the trip?" Quentin, frown still in place, walked up to the Staff Table, and sat down.
"It was awful." He muttered.
"How so?" Severus asked, in a nasty voice. Quentin glanced up, and saw him smirking.
"Met a Vampire." He mumbled. "And in case you were wondering, the turban is a thank you from an African Prince. Got rid of a zombie for him." Severus snorted and mumbled 'Yeah, right.'
Quentin looked over just in time to see Harry smack his adopted father (A/N you know what, it is too much of a pain to keep calling Sev his adopted father, from here out I will just say father.. you know what I mean.)
"Don't be so mean Dad. If he says that is where he got the turban then that is where he got the turban." Severus grumbled to himself, and the other teachers rolled their eyes. Quentin just stared at his empty plate, imagining Severus being tortured with the cruciartus curse. This cheered Quentin up considerably, and he got up.
"Going to go unpack, Albus. Please excuse me." No one said anything as Quentin left, trunk floating behind him.
Mumbling to himself, he entered his classroom. He frowned when he saw his office door open. He entered and looked around. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. He walked to the desk, back turned to the door. Upon hearing the door shut, he turned around.
Leaning against the closed door, was a woman. She had skin the color of ivory, and long midnight blue hair. Quentin frowned. "Vedis? What the hell are you doing here?" Vedis walked over to Quentin, her gray eyes flashing. Quentin looked up at her, and she smiled, showing her pointed teeth.
"Now, now, Quentin. Is that any way to treat someone like me?" She asked, in a sweet voice. Quentin gulped, and she smirked. She flexed her black wings. Quentin frowned, regaining his composure.
"I didn't mean it that way. You know you shouldn't be in my office. You could have just waited for me in my room." She smiled again.
"Well, Quentin, I am here on the Dark Lord's order's. He told me to be here when you got here. He said you would be with him." Quentin smirked, and walked over to the door. After locking it with several charms he turned around to face Vedis.
She was staring out the window, tapping her foot impatiently. "So, Vedis. I gather you want to see our master." She nodded, and he slowly unwrapped the purple turban, and turned around. Vedis let out a shriek, and stepped backwards.
Voldemort's red eyes were slitted in amusement. "Ah, Vedis." He said in a raspy voice. "Did you bring what I asked you to bring?" She nodded and pulled a small metal box out of her pocket. A hissing could be heard from inside. "Open it." He hissed.
Vedis flipped the top off the little box, and a little golden snake poked its head out of the opening. Voldemort hissed and the little snake slid out of the box, and down Vedis' leg. She shivered, but didn't complain. The little golden snake stopped in front of Voldemort.
Voldemort closed his ruby eyes, and murmured an incantation under his breath. Quentin shivered as the form on the back of his head evaporated. He turned around, and saw that Vedis was staring at the golden snake, which now had glimmering red eyes.
"Can he understand us?" Vedis asked after a moment of silence.
The snake that was Lord Voldemort looked up at Vedis, and surprised them both by saying "Of course I can. Insolent girl." Vedis took a step backwards, nervously flapping her feathery wings. "In this form, I can move around Hogwarts, and not have to hide from anyone." He said, almost lazily.
"Master. I must go, if you are not needing me." Vedis said, tucking a piece of her dark blue hair behind her pointed ear.
"Go." He hissed. She bowed, and with a small pop, she turned into a raven and flew out the window. "Quentin, I need you to take me to the Great Hall, show me around to the Professor's, and tell them I am your 'pet.'" Quentin nodded.
"Twinkle!" he yelled, and an ugly little house elf appeared in front of him, her tea towel on crooked. He glared at her, and she shrunk back. "I need you to unpack my belongings. I would also appreciate it if you would tell all of the other servants not to mess with my friend here." He said, pointing at he golden snake. She nodded, and walked off.
Quentin picked up Lord Voldemort, and he slithered up to his shoulder. Quentin gulped. "You wouldn't have happened to chose a poisonous snake, I hope." Voldemort the snake gave Quentin a look which clearly said 'Am I an evil wizard or not?'
Sighing, Quentin put on his purple turban and walked to the Great Hall, where most of the teacher's were just sitting around and talking. Quentin coughed a bit to get their attention. He held up Voldemort the snake, and said "I just wanted you all to know I got a new 'pet' while on holiday. His name is... Tiddle, and I would appreciate it if you watch where you are going and try not and step on him." The other teachers nodded.
He started to walk away, but Severus spoke. "Let me see him, Quentin." Voldemort the snake nodded slightly, and so Quentin turned around, and went over to Severus. He picked up the snake, and held it in front of his face.
"This is a magical snake, Quentin." He nodded to show his understanding, and Severus continued. "Very poisonous, but also very loyal." Voldemort the snake stared at Severus, wondering if he was still loyal to him. At that moment, Harry popped up.
"Professor Quirrell? Can I take him to my room later? I have always wanted a snake, but Dad never let me get one." He said. Quentin nodded.
"If it is okay with Severus, then sure, you can."
Severus nodded. "Don't see why not. Why don't you take him now?" Harry nodded, happily, and picked Voldemort the snake up.
"I'll be careful, Professor. I promise." He said as he walked off, snake sitting on his shoulder. Quentin frowned, and sat down at the staff table.
Harry went into the room connecting Severus' and closed the door. He set Voldemort the snake on the floor, and lay down on his stomach next to him. "Hello." He hissed. Voldemort the snake lifted his head up, and, had he eyebrows, they would have shot strait up into his hair line.
"You are a parslemouth?" he hissed back. Harry nodded. "Does anyone know besides yourself?"
"Nope. Never told anyone. I found out because one of the teachers had a pet snake once." Voldemort cocked his head to the side, and Harry laughed. "Why are you named Tiddle?" he asked.
Voldemort the snake shrugged. "I don't know. The man who owns me named me." Harry nodded in understanding.
"I wish I had a snake. It would be nice to have someone to talk to." Harry sighed.
"You seem upset." Voldemort hissed.
Harry nodded again. "I am. I am nervous about being sorted. My father... Well, he isn't really my father, he adopted me, actually. But anyways, he is Head of Slytherin, but both my parents were Gryffindor's, and so I am afraid that if I become a Gryffindor, he will be upset."
Voldemort nodded. "That poses a problem. What house do you want to be in?"
Harry shrugged. "Either. I find nothing wrong with either, except for the fact that Draco Malfoy is a snob, and he will surely be a Slytherin."
"What about the nasty rumors about the Slytherin House, aren't you concerned about those?"
Harry shook his head. "No. They are just rumors. I don't like listening to rumors such as those. Besides, I practically grew up around Slytherin's."
Voldemort the snake was about to answer, when Severus walked in. "Harry, Quentin would like Tiddle back." Harry looked up at his 'father' and stuck out his lip.
"Dad, can I please get a snake? I really, really like them!" Severus sighed. He was happy Harry was not afraid of the Slytherin House animal, but he also didn't really think Harry needed a snake.
"Harry, you need an owl, not a snake." He said gently.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "Why can't I have both. Come on dad, I hardly ever ask for anything." Severus noted that this was indeed true.
"We'll see Harry. And don't pout, we will be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow for your school supplies. Now say goodbye to Tiddle, and I will take him back to Quentin. Harry nodded, and sadly said by the Voldemort the snake. The snake blinked as Severus picked him up, and left the room, leaving Harry to ponder if he heard the snake say good-bye in English...
A/N Lalala... That chapter was a bit longer, eh? Why don't you be nice readers and review. I love reviews. Have a nice day!
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Sharte
Written By: Sharte
Disclaimer - I guess we ought to mention that, yes, we know our fic is similar to that of Kate S. and Bailey, and we are sorry for not mentioning it earlier. We read their fic, and I (Sharte) said 'I wish she had finished this, to go on to the books' and so we decided that we would do it. But, to do that, we had to write a similar beginning (Everything will be different in this chapter) so, please, do not flame us. We know we are using the same idea. Think of it as fanfiction for a fanfiction. Now, as you know, Harry & Co. belong to J.K. We do not claim to own anything. Not the idea for chapter 1(as it was Kate S.) but the plot we do own, because, in case you haven't noticed, there is many differences between her fic and ours. Oh, and the title comes from a Dr. Suess book. =)
~*~*Chapter One*~*~
Are You My Father?
One dark and stormy night, four years after Severus became Harry's guardian, Harry looked up at his 'father' and asked him a very serious question. "Dad? Are you my father?" Severus looked up at his little 'son' and smiled.
"Well, what do you think?" He asked. The little five-year-old bit his lip, brow furrowed in concentration. He got up from his spot on the couch, and went to stand in front of Severus before answering.
"I think you aren't."
"Well, you are correct." Severus said, his face expressionless. Harry lowered his shaggy black head. "Come here." He said softly, taking Harry up into his arms. "I think, my son, that it is time I told you about your parents."
Harry glanced up at the man who cared for him, and was surprised to see his eyes glassy from un-shed tears. "Now, did Minerva tell you about Voldemort?" The little boy shook his head. "Well, he was a very evil wizard, and four years ago he attacked your mum and dad..."
Severus proceeded to tell the little boy about Lily and James, and what happened the night Voldemort attacked. Half an hour later Harry was still sitting in Severus' lap, his little brow furrowed in thought. Severus had finished telling the story, and was silent.
"But.. dad, why are you taking care of me? You.. you will still be my dad, right?" he asked timidly. Severus smiled.
"Of course. I am taking care of you because I offered to do it. I knew your mother in school. She was a good friend." He said, smiling sadly down at the little boy who reminded him so much of James and Lily.
"Do you have any pictures?" Severus got up, and went over to his desk. He opened the drawer, and pulled out a thick black book. He handed it to Harry, and he opened it carefully. Inside was a picture of Lily, sitting in the great hall, next to a boy with sandy brown hair and blue eyes.
He pointed at the picture. "Who is that sitting next to my mum?" Severus sneered. Remus Lupin, a friend of hers.
Harry turned the page, and there was a picture of a boy with untidy black hair, wearing scarlet robes. "Is that my father?" Severus nodded.
"Come on, Harry, it is getting late, and you need to sleep." Harry gave him a pleading look. "Go on, shoo. Take the book with you, only twenty more minutes, Harry." Harry jumped up, and linked his legs around Severus' waist, hugging him.
"G'night!" he called out, going into his bedroom. Severus sighed, and sagged down on his chair again. He put his head in his hands, and messaged his temples.
"At least the boy doesn't hate me," he mumbled, before returning to his desk to grade the homework he had gotten that day.
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A/N Okay, this might get a tad bit confusing... sorry about that. The last part should have been smushed in with the prologue, but we didn't think of it until now. Okay, from here on out, this will be told from the eyes of Professor Quirrell, and Voldemort. As you can tell, I can't very well tell the story from Harry, Ron, or Hermione's p.o.v. because, basically I would have to rewrite all of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. If this fic gets good reviews, and I don't get bored with it, I will continue on from here, going from year to year, each told from a different p.o.v. BTW, I am afraid to say that F.O.E. will not be writing this with me... she has decided she has more important things to do (like work on her own novel) than write fanfiction. Of course, she plans on coming back again someday, but, until then, it will be just me writing *sniff* Oh, and Quirrell will not be 'Mr.-I-Will-stammer' man. I know it is OOC, but I don't give a damn. I like him better this way.
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**** 6 years later*****
Voldemort, in a misty looking form, was sitting in an abandoned cottage. Quentin Quirrell was standing in front of him, looking, to Voldemort's great delight, a nervous wreck. Quentin opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"Well?" Voldemort asked impatiently, his voice high. Quentin trembled, and blinked furiously. 'Idiot,' the Dark Lord thought to himself. Voldemort glared, and Quentin trembled even more.
"It wasn't th...there m...m'lord..." he stammered. Voldemort's eyes glowed bright red. Quentin stepped backwards. The Dark Lord stood up, and Quentin took another step backwards. He tripped over something, and tumbled to the floor.
Voldemort stood over him. Quentin looked up to his master, shaking and crying. "You are weak." He hissed. "If it weren't for your convenient position at Hogwarts, I would kill you." Quentin opened is mouth, perhaps to apologize, but his master cut him off. "Don't speak." Quentin shut his mouth and closed his eyes. "You have failed me, but you will pay."
The Dark lord turned his misty back on Quentin, and the DADA professor opened his eyes. Still trembling, he got up. "Yes master." He murmured, before leaving the room. Voldemort didn't say anything, just stared into the fire.
****3 days later****
Quentin Quirrell frowned as he walked into the Great Hall at Hogwarts, his trunk behind him. Albus Dumbledore stood up as he walked in, and smiled brightly, his blue eyes twinkling. When Albus stood up, the other Professor's stopped talking, and stared at him.
'Of course,' Quentin mumbled to himself 'They have a right to, I look like an idiot.' He, of course, was thinking of the hideous purple turban his master was making him wear, in order to conceal himself when he was residing in his body.
"Ah, Quentin," Dumbledore said pleasantly, "How was the trip?" Quentin, frown still in place, walked up to the Staff Table, and sat down.
"It was awful." He muttered.
"How so?" Severus asked, in a nasty voice. Quentin glanced up, and saw him smirking.
"Met a Vampire." He mumbled. "And in case you were wondering, the turban is a thank you from an African Prince. Got rid of a zombie for him." Severus snorted and mumbled 'Yeah, right.'
Quentin looked over just in time to see Harry smack his adopted father (A/N you know what, it is too much of a pain to keep calling Sev his adopted father, from here out I will just say father.. you know what I mean.)
"Don't be so mean Dad. If he says that is where he got the turban then that is where he got the turban." Severus grumbled to himself, and the other teachers rolled their eyes. Quentin just stared at his empty plate, imagining Severus being tortured with the cruciartus curse. This cheered Quentin up considerably, and he got up.
"Going to go unpack, Albus. Please excuse me." No one said anything as Quentin left, trunk floating behind him.
Mumbling to himself, he entered his classroom. He frowned when he saw his office door open. He entered and looked around. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. He walked to the desk, back turned to the door. Upon hearing the door shut, he turned around.
Leaning against the closed door, was a woman. She had skin the color of ivory, and long midnight blue hair. Quentin frowned. "Vedis? What the hell are you doing here?" Vedis walked over to Quentin, her gray eyes flashing. Quentin looked up at her, and she smiled, showing her pointed teeth.
"Now, now, Quentin. Is that any way to treat someone like me?" She asked, in a sweet voice. Quentin gulped, and she smirked. She flexed her black wings. Quentin frowned, regaining his composure.
"I didn't mean it that way. You know you shouldn't be in my office. You could have just waited for me in my room." She smiled again.
"Well, Quentin, I am here on the Dark Lord's order's. He told me to be here when you got here. He said you would be with him." Quentin smirked, and walked over to the door. After locking it with several charms he turned around to face Vedis.
She was staring out the window, tapping her foot impatiently. "So, Vedis. I gather you want to see our master." She nodded, and he slowly unwrapped the purple turban, and turned around. Vedis let out a shriek, and stepped backwards.
Voldemort's red eyes were slitted in amusement. "Ah, Vedis." He said in a raspy voice. "Did you bring what I asked you to bring?" She nodded and pulled a small metal box out of her pocket. A hissing could be heard from inside. "Open it." He hissed.
Vedis flipped the top off the little box, and a little golden snake poked its head out of the opening. Voldemort hissed and the little snake slid out of the box, and down Vedis' leg. She shivered, but didn't complain. The little golden snake stopped in front of Voldemort.
Voldemort closed his ruby eyes, and murmured an incantation under his breath. Quentin shivered as the form on the back of his head evaporated. He turned around, and saw that Vedis was staring at the golden snake, which now had glimmering red eyes.
"Can he understand us?" Vedis asked after a moment of silence.
The snake that was Lord Voldemort looked up at Vedis, and surprised them both by saying "Of course I can. Insolent girl." Vedis took a step backwards, nervously flapping her feathery wings. "In this form, I can move around Hogwarts, and not have to hide from anyone." He said, almost lazily.
"Master. I must go, if you are not needing me." Vedis said, tucking a piece of her dark blue hair behind her pointed ear.
"Go." He hissed. She bowed, and with a small pop, she turned into a raven and flew out the window. "Quentin, I need you to take me to the Great Hall, show me around to the Professor's, and tell them I am your 'pet.'" Quentin nodded.
"Twinkle!" he yelled, and an ugly little house elf appeared in front of him, her tea towel on crooked. He glared at her, and she shrunk back. "I need you to unpack my belongings. I would also appreciate it if you would tell all of the other servants not to mess with my friend here." He said, pointing at he golden snake. She nodded, and walked off.
Quentin picked up Lord Voldemort, and he slithered up to his shoulder. Quentin gulped. "You wouldn't have happened to chose a poisonous snake, I hope." Voldemort the snake gave Quentin a look which clearly said 'Am I an evil wizard or not?'
Sighing, Quentin put on his purple turban and walked to the Great Hall, where most of the teacher's were just sitting around and talking. Quentin coughed a bit to get their attention. He held up Voldemort the snake, and said "I just wanted you all to know I got a new 'pet' while on holiday. His name is... Tiddle, and I would appreciate it if you watch where you are going and try not and step on him." The other teachers nodded.
He started to walk away, but Severus spoke. "Let me see him, Quentin." Voldemort the snake nodded slightly, and so Quentin turned around, and went over to Severus. He picked up the snake, and held it in front of his face.
"This is a magical snake, Quentin." He nodded to show his understanding, and Severus continued. "Very poisonous, but also very loyal." Voldemort the snake stared at Severus, wondering if he was still loyal to him. At that moment, Harry popped up.
"Professor Quirrell? Can I take him to my room later? I have always wanted a snake, but Dad never let me get one." He said. Quentin nodded.
"If it is okay with Severus, then sure, you can."
Severus nodded. "Don't see why not. Why don't you take him now?" Harry nodded, happily, and picked Voldemort the snake up.
"I'll be careful, Professor. I promise." He said as he walked off, snake sitting on his shoulder. Quentin frowned, and sat down at the staff table.
Harry went into the room connecting Severus' and closed the door. He set Voldemort the snake on the floor, and lay down on his stomach next to him. "Hello." He hissed. Voldemort the snake lifted his head up, and, had he eyebrows, they would have shot strait up into his hair line.
"You are a parslemouth?" he hissed back. Harry nodded. "Does anyone know besides yourself?"
"Nope. Never told anyone. I found out because one of the teachers had a pet snake once." Voldemort cocked his head to the side, and Harry laughed. "Why are you named Tiddle?" he asked.
Voldemort the snake shrugged. "I don't know. The man who owns me named me." Harry nodded in understanding.
"I wish I had a snake. It would be nice to have someone to talk to." Harry sighed.
"You seem upset." Voldemort hissed.
Harry nodded again. "I am. I am nervous about being sorted. My father... Well, he isn't really my father, he adopted me, actually. But anyways, he is Head of Slytherin, but both my parents were Gryffindor's, and so I am afraid that if I become a Gryffindor, he will be upset."
Voldemort nodded. "That poses a problem. What house do you want to be in?"
Harry shrugged. "Either. I find nothing wrong with either, except for the fact that Draco Malfoy is a snob, and he will surely be a Slytherin."
"What about the nasty rumors about the Slytherin House, aren't you concerned about those?"
Harry shook his head. "No. They are just rumors. I don't like listening to rumors such as those. Besides, I practically grew up around Slytherin's."
Voldemort the snake was about to answer, when Severus walked in. "Harry, Quentin would like Tiddle back." Harry looked up at his 'father' and stuck out his lip.
"Dad, can I please get a snake? I really, really like them!" Severus sighed. He was happy Harry was not afraid of the Slytherin House animal, but he also didn't really think Harry needed a snake.
"Harry, you need an owl, not a snake." He said gently.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "Why can't I have both. Come on dad, I hardly ever ask for anything." Severus noted that this was indeed true.
"We'll see Harry. And don't pout, we will be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow for your school supplies. Now say goodbye to Tiddle, and I will take him back to Quentin. Harry nodded, and sadly said by the Voldemort the snake. The snake blinked as Severus picked him up, and left the room, leaving Harry to ponder if he heard the snake say good-bye in English...
A/N Lalala... That chapter was a bit longer, eh? Why don't you be nice readers and review. I love reviews. Have a nice day!
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