Part seven:
The first lesson just happened to be potions. Sal smiled 'one would almost think it was planned that way' this way the shocks for the Gryffindor's would just keep coming. Sal took a seat right at the front next to Draco. He winked at the Gryffindor's that had already arrived. He was once again met by murderous glares. He pouted. "Now that's not very 'nice' is it? I thought you Gryffindorks were all for being 'nice'." Sal managed to make nice sound like a dirty word, which to him it probably was.
"What would you know about nice." Weasley yelled. "You are Slytherin scum after all." Unluckily for Weasley Sev had just entered the room and heard Weasley's little outburst.
"30 points from Gryffindor." He bellowed. "Now open you potions text books to page 153 and collect the ingredients needed." He turned away from the class his robe billowing.
The class seemed to continuing with very little mishap. The Potion was relatively simple to make, it was a typical sleeping draught. Sal raised his had to summon Snape's attention.
"Sir." He started smirking. It seemed very kinky to be calling the man he remembered being his lover sir. "I have finished my potion." Sev smiled at the young man.
"Very well I will just check it right now." Sev stalked over to Sal's cauldron. He dipped the ladle in checking its consistency and colour it seemed to be perfect.
"Well done Mr Potter 20 points to Slytherin. For a perfectly brewed sleeping draught. He turned to the Gryffindor's. You would do well to take note of what Mr Potter's potion looks like as I am sure that none of you will even come close to brewing a reasonable one." There were many sniggers from the Slytherin side of the room; Sal was the loudest of all. The Gryffindor's quietly fumed.
The bell rang for the end of class and most of the pupils trooped out. The only exceptions being Sal and Draco.
"Draco, Harry." Don't you have a class to be going to? That is not to say I do not enjoy your company."
"Sal." Salazar corrected.
"What?"
"We have decided that a change of name would be in order so I'm using my second name Salazar. I couldn't stand the connotations that Harry Potter had in the world. I am used to my name being said in terror but here it is a term for hope which is something that I can not live with." Sev nodded.
"Alright Sal," Trying out the name "if that is what you want I will honour your Wishes."
"Thanks Sev I knew you would understand." He gave him a quick kiss. "We should be going to Defence."
"By Sev see you tonight." Draco added and the pair ran out of the room to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
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"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy. I trust that you have a suitable reason for being late for my class." Remus Lupin asked a slight edge to his voice, he didn't like what was happening to Harry any more that the rest of them.
"Sir, we had to talk to Professor Snape." Sal answered. The words fitting to address a teacher but the tone was mocking, but you could hardly pick them up on tone.
"Fine. Take a seat." And they did.
"Alright can anyone tell me about the Basilisk." Instantly four hands shot up. Mudblood, Weasley, Sal and Draco's.
"Mr Weasley what do you know about the Basilisk."
"Well it's gave can kill people of seen directly and if seen indirectly it can petrify them."
"Very good Mr Weasley, 5 points to Gryffindor. Miss Granger anything else to add."
"Its venom has many magical properties. Being able to heal if used in the correct potion as well as being able to kill with in minutes."
"Excellent 10 points to Gryffindor. I don't suppose either you Mr Potter or Mr Malfoy have anything further to add."
"Well." Sal started. "The Basilisk eggs are made of pure silver. And can be melted down and used to make Wizarding prosthetic limbs capable of a full range of movement. But due to the risk of getting the Basilisk egg it is very rare to actually see one of the limbs."
"That is correct" Lupin said grudgingly. " 5 points to Slytherin." Sal's eyes narrowed, Mudblood had gotten more points that that for her answer and it wasn't nearly as rare a fact as the one the Sal had given. Clearly the dumb wolf was playing favourite.
Draco sensed the change in his lover and laid a hand to his arm.
"Don't do anything, if you do he will just use it as an excuse to take points off." Draco whispered warningly.
"The filthy werewolf, what is he doing teaching a class against Dark Arts anyway, surely care of magical creatures would be more fitting." Sal ranted once they had left the room.
"Harry used to be friends with that thing you know." Draco added smirkingly.
"For fucks sake did he have any standards at all?" Sal yelled.
"I really don't think so." Draco laughed. "Lets look at this logically, he was friends with werewolves, giants, muggle lovers and mudbloods. It certainly appears that he didn't have any standards."
"It is a wonder that I survived this long if that is the company I kept."
"Yeh it really is." Draco agreed smiling.
The first lesson just happened to be potions. Sal smiled 'one would almost think it was planned that way' this way the shocks for the Gryffindor's would just keep coming. Sal took a seat right at the front next to Draco. He winked at the Gryffindor's that had already arrived. He was once again met by murderous glares. He pouted. "Now that's not very 'nice' is it? I thought you Gryffindorks were all for being 'nice'." Sal managed to make nice sound like a dirty word, which to him it probably was.
"What would you know about nice." Weasley yelled. "You are Slytherin scum after all." Unluckily for Weasley Sev had just entered the room and heard Weasley's little outburst.
"30 points from Gryffindor." He bellowed. "Now open you potions text books to page 153 and collect the ingredients needed." He turned away from the class his robe billowing.
The class seemed to continuing with very little mishap. The Potion was relatively simple to make, it was a typical sleeping draught. Sal raised his had to summon Snape's attention.
"Sir." He started smirking. It seemed very kinky to be calling the man he remembered being his lover sir. "I have finished my potion." Sev smiled at the young man.
"Very well I will just check it right now." Sev stalked over to Sal's cauldron. He dipped the ladle in checking its consistency and colour it seemed to be perfect.
"Well done Mr Potter 20 points to Slytherin. For a perfectly brewed sleeping draught. He turned to the Gryffindor's. You would do well to take note of what Mr Potter's potion looks like as I am sure that none of you will even come close to brewing a reasonable one." There were many sniggers from the Slytherin side of the room; Sal was the loudest of all. The Gryffindor's quietly fumed.
The bell rang for the end of class and most of the pupils trooped out. The only exceptions being Sal and Draco.
"Draco, Harry." Don't you have a class to be going to? That is not to say I do not enjoy your company."
"Sal." Salazar corrected.
"What?"
"We have decided that a change of name would be in order so I'm using my second name Salazar. I couldn't stand the connotations that Harry Potter had in the world. I am used to my name being said in terror but here it is a term for hope which is something that I can not live with." Sev nodded.
"Alright Sal," Trying out the name "if that is what you want I will honour your Wishes."
"Thanks Sev I knew you would understand." He gave him a quick kiss. "We should be going to Defence."
"By Sev see you tonight." Draco added and the pair ran out of the room to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
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"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy. I trust that you have a suitable reason for being late for my class." Remus Lupin asked a slight edge to his voice, he didn't like what was happening to Harry any more that the rest of them.
"Sir, we had to talk to Professor Snape." Sal answered. The words fitting to address a teacher but the tone was mocking, but you could hardly pick them up on tone.
"Fine. Take a seat." And they did.
"Alright can anyone tell me about the Basilisk." Instantly four hands shot up. Mudblood, Weasley, Sal and Draco's.
"Mr Weasley what do you know about the Basilisk."
"Well it's gave can kill people of seen directly and if seen indirectly it can petrify them."
"Very good Mr Weasley, 5 points to Gryffindor. Miss Granger anything else to add."
"Its venom has many magical properties. Being able to heal if used in the correct potion as well as being able to kill with in minutes."
"Excellent 10 points to Gryffindor. I don't suppose either you Mr Potter or Mr Malfoy have anything further to add."
"Well." Sal started. "The Basilisk eggs are made of pure silver. And can be melted down and used to make Wizarding prosthetic limbs capable of a full range of movement. But due to the risk of getting the Basilisk egg it is very rare to actually see one of the limbs."
"That is correct" Lupin said grudgingly. " 5 points to Slytherin." Sal's eyes narrowed, Mudblood had gotten more points that that for her answer and it wasn't nearly as rare a fact as the one the Sal had given. Clearly the dumb wolf was playing favourite.
Draco sensed the change in his lover and laid a hand to his arm.
"Don't do anything, if you do he will just use it as an excuse to take points off." Draco whispered warningly.
"The filthy werewolf, what is he doing teaching a class against Dark Arts anyway, surely care of magical creatures would be more fitting." Sal ranted once they had left the room.
"Harry used to be friends with that thing you know." Draco added smirkingly.
"For fucks sake did he have any standards at all?" Sal yelled.
"I really don't think so." Draco laughed. "Lets look at this logically, he was friends with werewolves, giants, muggle lovers and mudbloods. It certainly appears that he didn't have any standards."
"It is a wonder that I survived this long if that is the company I kept."
"Yeh it really is." Draco agreed smiling.