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I haven't had a disclaimer for a while. I don't own anything you recognize. All I have to my name is three capital letters and fifteen lower case letters. On with the story

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Chapter 18

Lydia Lestrange was handing out timetables for the second year class as her brother was handing out the first years. As she was head girl she had to hand them out to all of the houses and much to her displeasure the ones on top were the Gryffindor's. They refused to co-operate with her so she had the pleaser of sending them all up to talk to Dumbledore. The Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's were nice and took the papers without conflict. But of course the Slytherin's were wonderful. But to her surprise Raven's timetable was different from the rest. And then she realized that he was nowhere to be found.

"Draco have you seen Raven?" she asked her disgruntled looking cousin.

"He wasn't there when I woke up. Maybe you should ask professor Snape or professor Black."

"Good idea." She walked up to the head table with the very last timetable and headed toward her potions master. "Professor Snape do you know where Raven is?"

Severus swallowed the mouthful of food he had in his mouth and answered, "he practices his music every morning, so my guess is that he is down in his room in my chambers. That is where he has decided to keep his instruments, considering that there is no room for his Piano and violin in the dorms."

"Could you give him his timetable for me?" she asked.

"Of course but for future reference he wakes up at five if you need to catch him." Severus smiled when he saw the timetable. Most of his classes were with the third years. On rare occasions the teachers would decide that students were far too advanced to be in classes with the rest of their year. He stood up quickly and walked down to the dungeons and into his rooms. Sirius was sitting on the couch making some last minuet changes on his syllabus for care of magical creatures. The old professor resigned and Sirius quit his job as an Aruor so that he could be closer to his family. They could here raven playing his warm down piece so Severus decided that he would just barge in. he opened the door and walked in. Raven was facing the other direction so Severus couldn't tell if he had noticed. The last note of the warm down rang and Raven turned around.

"Hey Father. What's that?" he pointed at the timetable.

"Your class schedule."

Raven took it looked it up and down. He was going to have a fun year that was for sure. From what he could remember form his schedule from when he was "Harry" the class went in an order based on locations, but this one wasn't like that.

"You've been given third year courses in Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and history of Magic. I've placed you in fourth year potions, because to place you with the third years would be a joke for they are so far behind. That's why it's set up like that. You'll have a permanent tardy pass cause it is impossible to get from the fifth floor to the green houses in five minuets."

Raven Smiled. "What am I to call you during classes?"

"Well you can't call me father so you'll have to call me Professor Snape and I'll call you Mr. Black. Your dad won't have to worry about it until next year, but if I have my way you wont take care of magical creatures."

"My first class is Potions with Gryffindor's. But I don't have the correct books for that class." He read the list of today's classes again, "I don't have the books for any of today's classes."

Severus hadn't thought of that. "I'll get a list of the books required and send for them this afternoon. But I'll write you a note all the same."

"Well," Raven started to put his music and violin away, "I guess that we'll still be see a lot of each other. Dose this mean that I'll take my OWLS in Potions next year?"

"Yes it dose. And I expect O's on all of the exams."

Raven laughed and left the room beside his father.

"Bye Dad." He waved and hurried out the door.

"I'll see you later love," Severus Called over his shoulder.

The two made there way to the Potions classroom to find the class waiting patiently outside the door. Severus smiled. Even though this class had Gryffindor's it was by far his best class. He waved his hand and the door flew open. The class knew the drill and the hurried inside. They all took the seats that had come to theirs over the past three years. The only one left standing was Raven.

"Mr. Black you may sit between the misers Weasley."

Raven walked over and took the seat he looked around and noticed that the class was sitting in a checkerboard form. Every other student was Gryffindor. He laughed silently only his father would do this.

"As you all can see this year we have a new student. I myself will refer to Mr. Snape-Black as Mr. Black. He will be receiving harder homework assignments so that there will be no accusations of favoritism. Every grade he receives will be because of his own work and not because I happen to be his father, and he will be graded on a far more difficult scale than that of any of yours.

"With that said every one divide in to pairs so we can get started, we shall be making simple healing potions as a refresher of what we learned last year."

Raven was bombarded by people asking to be his partner, as if he being a potions master's son meant that he knew all the answers. But in the end he divided to work with the first person that asked him. George Weasley. The potion was simple enough to make, but the preparation was where the skill must be shown. He and George made a great pair. And their potion turned out to be the best in the class. George received full marks but Raven had points removed for one of the extra ingredients not being perfectly severed. He didn't complain. It was, after all, only one point.

When the class ended his father handed him an excuse for being late to class and a note as to why he didn't have the books needed. Raven walked out of the class and bumped in to George Weasley.

"Did your father teach you?" He asked.

"What?"

"Did your father teach you how to do all of this?"

"NO!" Raven barked. "He never helps me. The only thing he helps me with is spelling and that's cause I'm terrible when it come to English."

"I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted to say it was a pleaser working with you. I love potions and I'm afraid that my twin is the opposite. It was nice working with someone who actually knew what they doing. Maybe we could work together again sometime." George smiled and left. Raven was surprised. Why was a Gryffindor being nice to him?

Raven had to run all the way up to DADA and still he was late.

"Mr. Snape-Black it's nice to see that you made it. I was about to send a search party." Professor Lupin smiled. It was nice to see Raven. He only wished that Harry was here also.

"I have a note." He said.

"None is required I've already spoken to your Dad about your schedule. And all I ask is that you don't kill yourself trying to get here in five minuets it simply is not possible.

"Today we will not be using books but we shall have a practical lesson. Usually we would work with boggarts first but this year I'm sorry to say that I could not find one. But I shall keep looking. Today we'll learn how to cast counter curses.

An hour and a half later Raven found himself being asked to stay after class.

"What did you want to see me for Professor Lupin?"

"I just wanted to see how you were. I wasn't able to teach you last year as I had wished, so I wanted to know what you had covered in your lessons with Sirius."

"Well, we covered everything in the first and second year books. And toward the end of the year we started working on the Patronus charm."

"Really? Why would you work on the Patronus charm?"

"When I was young the man I lived with took me with him to the ministry of magic. I got lost and ran in to a dementor." Raven's eyes went out of focus and he started to shiver. He snapped out of his daze and shook his head. "Well let's just say it wasn't very nice. To this day when I run in to a boggart all I ever get is a dementor. So when he tried to teach me Riddikulus he had to teach me the Patronus."

"Well have you learned how yet?"

"Yes I have but my Dad doesn't know about it."

"Well if that's the case then maybe I should have you place in my fourth year class."

Raven blanched. "WHAT!. no I only got to the second book I don't the third year material. Please I insist that I stay in this class. After all I've already sent off for my new books."

"Alright, you better get on down to lunch. I'm sure you are very hungry. "

"Yes sir, Goodbye."

"Goodbye Raven."

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The rest of the day went well enough. Days turned in to weeks and weeks turned in to months. it seemed like everyday Raven gained more and more popularity. It was rather strange for he was merely civil to everyone he met yet he was still perceived as Strange and evil to the Gryffindor's and to one in particular. Ron Weasley.

It was the night before Christmas, only one student was upset it may have been almost curfew but Ron Weasley was wide-awake and he was mad. The semester results had just been posted and he was third behind Hermione and Ravenus Snape-Black. He could live with being Second behind Hermione but he could not stand the fact that the teacher son was top.

"How is it every one thinks he is so smart. And that he is sooo cute. And that he is SOOOOOO perfect. I've hardly heard him speak more that five words in a sentence outside of class."

Hermione and Neville had grown accustomed to hearing this everyday. Neville didn't have anything against the Slytherin, but he was Slytherin and as such was untrustworthy, and deserving of all the insults that Ron shot his way. Hermione on the other hand was fed up. It was getting stupid.

"Ron Shut UP!! He did nothing to disserve your insults. You want know why people say he is so smart? Because he is he dose nothing but study. You want to know why girls think he's cute Because He IS! And He Is Perfect Because HE DOSE NOTHING WRONG!!'' Hermione was fuming, "he never breaks rules. He never pokes fun of people. He stays out of others peoples business. AND he is nice to everyone he meets. How dose that place him in the Wrong?"

Ron stood gaping like a fish as Hermione walked off with Neville.

Ron had been second in every thing because of his brothers and now because of this damn boy. This boy even made his friends turn on him. This boy stole all of his glory. No one cared that he had the third highest GPA in the class all they cared about was the fags kid. He was unnatural and evil. He had to be stopped.

Ron made his way down the stairs and into the dungeons he knew that they were down here. All he had to do was wait and he would have him.

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"Raven it's almost curfew we need to get back."

"I've got an essay due on the first day back and this is the only day that I'll get to use the library. I promise I won't be late Draco. Just go I'll meet you later okay?"

Draco looked a bit doubtful but nodded and walked out.

Raven worked and worked until he heard the clock chime ten. "Damn it! I'm late. oh well. I might as well finish up while I'm here if I'm going to be late any way." And he worked and worked and lost track of the time. Before he knew it, it was midnight. Raven pulled all of his books up and his papers and threw them into his bag and started to run.

He ran down the stairs to the dungeons only to trip and fall. He tried to get up and found that something was on his hand. He tried to pull it away but the weight only increased. It was dark so it was hard to tell what was there but the pain in his hand was getting worse by the second. He reached out with his other hand to try and push what ever it was off and found that it wasn't a thing it was a leg.

"Who are you let me up," he hissed quietly.

"Mr. Perfect isn't really perfect is he," the person whispered back.

"What do you." but he was cut off when the foot that was on hand kicked him in the ribs. He felt fists pounding against his body and he felt his ribs break. He was flipped over on to his back and the person started to punch his stomach. This lasted for a few minuets but it felt like an eternity to Raven. But then it stopped and Raven heard the sound of footsteps retreating. He curled into a ball the pain in his abdomen was excruciating. But all he cared about was the pain in his hand. He tried to move his fingers unsuccessfully. He tried to call out but found that he could not speak. He could barely breath. He needed help. He breathed in as much as he could and screamed at the top of his lungs "FFFFAAAATTTTHHHHEEEERRRR!!!!!!!"

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OH NO I DID IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

Another Cliffhanger!

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