snape54 Small reminder... Harry was raised as a Snape. He doesn't know about James yet, and he got some lessons from Severus already. I know I make Draco out to be an ass, but hopefully that'll change soon enough.
Aimee

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, along with the rest of the first year Gryffindors, were led to the portrait of a Fat Lady by Ron's older brother, Percy the Prefect. Along the way, Harry failed to notice the many pairs of eyes starring at him.

Back in the first year boy dorms, Harry took one of the beds next to Ron while Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom took beds on the other side of the room. Ron set his rat, Monte, on his bed, shaking his head as the rat started burping up large purple bubbles.

"I'm glad I'm in Gryffindor." Ron said, laying down on his large four poster bed.

Harry shrugged, "I'm curious as to why the Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor… I wanted to go into Slytherin. My Dad's the Head of the House, so…"

Ron looked up at Harry, flabbergasted. "Why on Earth would any normal human being, especially one in Gryffindor, ever want to voluntarily go to Slytherin?"

"My Dad was there when he went to Hogwarts, but my Mum was in Gryffindor." Harry said, sitting down on his bed. "But I've always been told I'm just like my father."

Ron shook his head, "You mean you don't know?"

Harry looked at him curiously, "What don't I mean?"

"You're not a Snape." Ron said, "Don't you even know your own story? The Boy Who Lived?"

Harry stuck his tongue out, "I hate it when people call me that."

"Sorry." Ron apologized. "Ask your Dad, he might tell you."

Harry shook his head, "What do you mean, my story?"

Ron poked Monte with his finger, "I mean, go ask your Dad."

Harry smirked, "Why wouldn't I be a Snape?"

"Harry, everyone knows the story. I'm surprised you don't." Ron admitted, "I don't want to be the one to tell you. Ask your Dad tomorrow."

Harry shrugged, still not believing a word that was coming from Ron's lips. "Fine."

With that, Neville blew out the candles surround the room.


The next morning the first years got their schedules; Charms in the morning, then Defense Against the Dark Arts, lunch, then Transfiguration and Potions. Harry welcomed the schedule; he could see Remus and his father, along with Professor McGonagall, of whom his grandfather had introduced him to many times.

"Potions…" Ron moaned, "On our first day and everything."

"It won't be that bad." Harry assured him, "Dad knows what he's doing."

"You know how weird it is to be sitting next to you?" Hermione, a girl Harry and Ron had met on the train, commented. "The Harry Potter… You must be in half the books about the Dark Arts."

"Harry Potter?" Harry shook his head, "No, Potter's one of my middle names. It's Harry Snape."

Hermione shook her head, "Well, that's what the books called you."

Harry wrinkled his nose, "No thanks. I prefer Snape."

The morning went well; in Charms, Professor Flitwick, a tiny man, taught them how to levitate feathers in midair, which both Harry and Hermione caught on to quickly. However, the rest of the class seemed to have a bit of trouble, in which the Professor was quick to point out. Both Harry and Hermione blushed as Professor Flitwick pointed out their techniques. Harry just shook his head, as he hated to be singled out.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was wonderful; Harry was able to talk to Professor Lupin a bit, but before he took his seat, Lupin put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

"You look just like your father, Harry."

Harry shook his head, "I don't see the resemblance. Ethan looks like Dad though."

Lupin had just shaken his head, the instructed Harry to sit down. He sat between Neville and Ron, looking thoroughly confused indeed.

Transfiguration was by far Harry's favorite subject. He had a head start in the class and was soon turning his needle into a button and back again. Hermione looked at him in awe as she held up her perfect needle.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" she asked quietly.

"Dad insisted I learn a bit of magic before coming to Hogwarts." Harry admitted. "This is really all I can do though."

Their last class of the day was the one Harry was looking forward to the most; Potions. Eager to see his father once more, he dragged Ron down to the dungeons as fast as possible. After walking through the classroom door, he set his stuff down and went straight to Severus, who was sitting at his desk.

"Hello Dad." Harry grinned, "How's your day been?"

Severus grinned back, "Just great Harry… How about you?"

"It's been great!" Harry exclaimed, "But can I talk to you later? Before dinner?"

Severus nodded, "Of course. You can stay after class if you'd like, we could talk then. Is everything all right?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, I just wanted to ask you a question, that's all."

"Ok, but you'd better take your seat now," said Severus, "Class is about to start."

Harry dashed over to sit next to Ron on the edge of the Gryffindor side of the room. Sitting next to him was a small blonde boy with two burly boys sitting next to him. Harry extended his hand, waiting for the boy to take it.

"Hello... What's your name?"

The blonde boy took his hand cautiously and shook it. "Draco Malfoy."

"You're in Slytherin, right?"

"And you're Harry Potter." Draco drawled, leaning back in chair.

"Harry Snape, actually." Harry corrected him. "You're in Slytherin?"

"Yes." Draco nodded, "And you're in Gryffindor."

"Yes." Harry agreed, feeling slightly insulted. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"You're Professor Snape's son." Draco said in the same knowing voice. "Yet you're in Gryffindor."

"So?" Harry asked, "My Mum was in Gryffindor."

"Ahh, the famous Lily Potter." Draco nodded, "Sure, of course. I've heard all about her."

"What do you mean, Lily Potter? Her maiden name is Evans." Harry said just as Severus was standing up.

"Welcome to your first Potions class. I am Professor Severus Snape, your Potions Master for the next year and hopefully in the years to come."

His voice wasn't as Harry knew it; instead, it was slightly cold with the drawl Harry heard in Draco's voice. Harry looked up at his father curiously, anxious to talk to him.

"I'm going to call roll… When I come to your name, say 'here'. Not 'present', not 'yeah?', but 'here'." Severus took in a deep breath, "Lavender?"

"Here."

"Millicent?"

"Here."

"Vincent?"

"Here."

"Seamus?"

"Here."

"Hermione?"

"Here."

"Gregory?"

"Here."

"Neville?"

"Here."

"Draco?"

"Present."

Severus looked up over his piece of parchment to look at the boy. Raising an eyebrow, he started to speak.

"Did you do that on accident, or did you just think it would have been funny?"

Draco smirked. "If I had wanted to funny, you'd be on the floor."

Severus shook his head, "Don't be so sure of yourself, Mr. Malfoy. Look where it got your father."

Peter Pettigrew, when caught, had given the names of many Death Eaters, including Lucius Malfoy. He was currently serving a life sentence in Azkaban.

"Terrance Nott."

"Here." The Slytherin boy answered.

"Pansy?"

"Here."

"Parvati?"

"Here."

"Harry?"

Harry snapped his head up, as he was talking to Ron. "Ye – Here."

"Nice save." Severus nodded, "Dean?"

"Here."

"Ronald?"

"Here, and Ron please."

Severus nodded, "Blaise?"

"Here." A Slytherin girl said quietly.

"Glad to know everyone bothered to show up for class. You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making." He didn't need to speak loudly; nearly the whole class was hanging on to his every word. "As there is little wand waving here, many of you will find it hard to believe this is trying magic. You will not understand the beauty of a potion until you have experienced the power these liquids hold. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death, if you are willing to learn."

Much of the class nodded, but Draco leaned back and yawned.

"Mr. Malfoy, is there a problem?"

Draco shook his head, "No sir."

"Good. I expect you could tell us what I would get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry grinned – he knew the answer. Apparently, so did Hermione, but Draco just starred.

"Isn't it your job to tell me?"

"So you admit you don't know everything. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Draco shook his head, "If I knew, I would tell you."

"I see you didn't bother to open the book before you came, Malfoy. Let's try this one more time; What is the difference between monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

"It's obvious I don't know, Professor, but I'm sure your precious – son – does. Ask him if you want to know the answer." Draco crossed his arms.

Severus glared at the boy, but inside, he was laughing. Draco was terrified of him; he could sense the emotion. "Very well. Harry?"

Harry smiled, "Asphodel and wormwood makes a powerful sleeping potion, known as the Draught of the Living Death. A bezoar it a stone from the stomach of a goat and can save you from almost all poisons. Monkshood and Wolfsbane are the same plant, which is also known as Aconite."

Severus nodded, "Very good. Ten points to Gryffindor and – " he glanced over at Draco. " – five from Slytherin. Next time, listen."

Harry didn't bother to copy down the Potion notes his father was giving everyone; it was a simple cure for boils, one which Harry had done many times with his father. He was highly amused as Draco struggled slightly through his potion, making it a bit thicker than necessary. Harry helped Ron through his, showing him how to add them properly. Neville leaned in to listen carefully, glad for the extra assistance.