Son of The Dark Lord Chapter4

Severus sighed in exasperation as he pulled Matthias away from one of the serpent portraits in the halls of Hogwarts. It really was unnerving to lose the boy, who was supposed to be right behind you, then find him conversing with the portrait of snakes moments later.

"Why can't I talk with them? I'm not causing any harm!" Matthias pouted up at Severus as he was dragged away. "They're bored! And as a matter of fact, so am I!" Severus kept a firm hold of his arm as they reached the entrance of his chamber.

"Because, only two people are known to speak Parseltongue. You are currently NOT one of them." Matthias glared darkly as Severus pulled him into his chambers.

"What do you mean I'm not one of them?" Severus let go of his arm and stalked towards the kitchen.

"Only your father is known to speak Parseltongue. He passed this abiity on to Potter when his curse backfired. No one knows about you because he wanted to keep you safe." Matthias's hard face softened a bit. "I don't mind if you do it when no one's around, but please refrain from doing it when other students are nearby."

"All right." Matthias pouted again and plopped into a chair. He made a face. "Why is your chair so hard?" He grimaced, and with a wave of his hand the chair transformed into a shaggy, lime colored, squishy chair. Severus grimaced.

"Couldn't you choose a different color at least?" Matthias shook his head and Severus sighed. "Oh well, I'll be in my lab. Knock before you enter, and only do so if you need something and it's important." Matthias nodded and reclined in his chair.

Several hours later, Matthias was woken by a loud knock on the door to Severus's chambers. He shook himself awake and went to alert Severus before racing back to the door and opening it.

A medium sized blond-haired boy stood outside, arms crossed over his chest, He glared at Matthias. "Are you going to let me in or not?" Matthias scowled at what he assumed to be the youngest Malfoy. He stepped aside and the boy came in.

"Ah. Draco, to what to I owe this pleasure?" Matthias rolled his eyes behind Draco's back as the arrogant blond sat down, eyeing the lime colored chair warily. "You haven't gotten into another fight have you?" "No, I just came to visit." Matthias raised an eyebrow at Severus. "That IS allowed, isn't it?" Matthias plopped into his lime chair.

"Of course. I'm assuming your father hasn't owled you about Matthias?" Draco shook his head, eyes turning to said boy. "I thought not. Never was one for informing people, your father." Draco nodded his agreement. "Now, this is Matthias if you hadn't already guessed."

"I had."

"Good. Has your father told you anything about Matthias?" Draco shook his head. "Figures he would leave it up to me to do this." Severus shook his head. "Anyway, Matthias is the Dark Lords son, to put it bluntly. He was just recently broken out of Azkaban and Lord Voldemort stuck him with me." Draco's eyes widened comically.

"I never knew He had a son."

"No one knew but myself and your father."

"Oh." Matthias smirked.

"Matthias, why don't you go with Draco for a while? He can show you around." Matthias made a face. "Don't give me that look! Now go! It'll give me time to Matthias proof my chambers." Severus pushed Matthias out of his chambers along with Draco and shut the door.

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Matthias made a rude gesture at the door that slammed shut behind him. Draco snickered. "Come on. It's time for dinner in the Great Hall. I'm assuming Severus already told the Headmaster that you're here." Matthias shrugged. "Well, follow me." Matthias followed Draco through the hall ways, stopping occasionally to chat with the paintings.

They entered the Great Hall and everyone grew silent. Matthias scanned the High Table and his eyes rested on an old man with long hair and a very long beard. He assumed it was Dumbledore. No wonder his father hated the old coot.he looked crazy.

"Come on. We sit over here." Draco pulled Matthias over to a table and sat. Matthias took a seat beside him. Matthias began pulling things onto his plate and soon the entire Hall broke out of its stupor.

Matthias ate silently, occasionally looking up to survey the Hall. No one caught his interest, not until his eyes stopped on the Gryffindor table. Three students sat side by side. On the far left was a bushy haired girl. She had a book open and was reading it. On the far right was a red haired boy with shabby robes, stuffing his face. What really caught Matthias's attention was the raven haired boy in the middle.

"That's the Golden Trio." He heard Draco whisper in his ear. "Granger, Potter, and Weasley." This caught Matthias's attention.

"As in Harry Potter?" Draco nodded. "Hmmm.."

"I would stop staring. People might think you're interested in them or something." The malice was heavy in Draco's voice.

"But I am. Who wouldn't be..." Draco made a face as Matthias kept his eyes glued on Harry.

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"Hey Harry, that boy that came in with Malfoy is staring at you." Harry looked up at Seamus. "Look!" Harry turned around and sure enough, the boy was staring at him. He blinked in confusion. The boy smiled at him and Harry couldn't help but smile back.

"What are you doing? He's a Slytherin!" Ron nudged Harry.

"No he's not! He's dressed like a muggle." Harry retorted. "He must be related to a teacher." Harry mused.

"Three guesses who." Hermione looked up from her book.

"What are you two on about?" Ron nodded in the direction of the still staring 'Slytherin'. Hermione wrinkled her nose.

"Stay away from him. He looks weird." Ron snorted. Harry shrugged and turned back to his food. Minutes later, Harry pushed his plate away and stood.

"I'm going up to the Tower. I have to finish my potions homework." Harry grimaced.

"Okay, we'll meet you up there in a bit." Harry left the Hall and started back up to Gryffindor Tower.

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Matthias stood up and left the Hall about ten minutes after Harry. He told Draco he was going for a walk, and left the boy to talk to his friends. He followed Harry halfway to his Tower before gathering the courage to speak with him. "Harry!" Harry stopped and turned around. Matthias waved to him, smiling.

Harry waited, with a weird look on his face, as Matthias came up to him. "Hi. I'm Matthias." Harry politly shook Matthias's hand.

"Harry Potter. Why were you staring at me back there? It kinda scared a couple of my friends." Matthias blinked.

"It did? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry nodded and smiled. "So you're on your way to study? Potions was it?" Harry nodded. "Need any help?"

"Sure. Are you.allowed in Gryffindor Tower?"

"Of course. Lead the way!"

TBC