A/n I know I have taken a long time to put this up, but I have been
stranded on holidays with my family. Also, when I got home, I seriously
didn't feel like writing. But anyway, I finished it. Thanks to
Umbridgeitis, my challenger, and nameless thingamabob. Hope you like it.
Chapter Eight:
Lewis started his classes the day after his sorting. He found it amusing to see his classes from a Slytherin point of view. His teachers were much the same, potions was much more fun being in Slytherin; he also had a better understanding of the subject then most. Transfiguration was hell. McGonagall, it appeared, did favour Gryffindor; she just didn't make it as obvious. She picked on the Slytherin students in her Ravenclaw/Slytherin class. Although she didn't take points, she told them their almost perfect transfiguration spells were terrible, while she told the Ravenclaws that theirs were perfect.
His first day of classes was easy enough, although by the end of it he couldn't wait to be back in the quiet of his dungeon bedroom. Draco and Ash had other ideas for him though. The pair dragged him to the Great Hall for dinner, while Lewis would have preferred visiting the kitchens. The pair was so cheery, it was shocking.
"Lewis, what did you think of your first day of classes?" Ash asked. Ashton Lowe was a bit like Colin Creevy. That annoying little Gryffindor who was obsessed with 'Harry Potter.' The only difference was Ash didn't carry a camera with him.
"They were fine." He told the kid, stressing the fine a little too much. By the time the trio reached the table, Lewis had had enough.
"Ashton," He said in such a quiet voice it was amazing it was heard. The whole Slytherin table went quiet. They all understood the annoyance behind the voice, Ash, it seemed, didn't.
"What was it like, did you find the work hard." He continued rambling on.
"Please, Ashton, shut up." He said in the same deadly tone.
When the boy didn't, Lewis narrowed his eyes slightly in concentration. Ashton slowly started shrinking in size, seemingly unaware as to what was happening to him, he continued to talk. Fuzzy cat's ears replaced his normally small ears. A sharp point was pushing its way out of the boy's pants, forming itself into a long griffin's tail. He hunched over as his body changed into something like a cross between a bird and a dog. His back grew shaggy fur, and small wings sprouted from his shoulder blades.
At the Staff Table, Severus was trying to keep the amusement from showing on his face. This was definitely his son, as perfect as he could have hoped. No one would be able to prove that Lewis had changed that Lowe kid into a mutilated griffin. After all, he hadn't used his wand. Severus was proud of Lewis; he had finally mastered his wandless gift. He had warned his Slytherin students not to annoy Lewis, but of course, one of them would never listen.
Lewis walked from the room, Ashton following awkwardly. Lewis led him down to the Dungeons and into a lost classroom. He stopped and returned Ash to his normal self. The kid stood up, rubbing his back and legs where they had cramped. Harry looked disgustedly at the boy; he had expected more out of a Slytherin.
"Always, always watch your back!" He hissed in the way only a true parselmouth can. Ashton cowered slightly at Lewis' harsh words. "Never annoy me. I will not hesitate to show you how much I have learnt. Trust me, you wont like what you see."
"I-I'm s-sorry." Ash stammered from the floor, where he had fell over his shoes taking a step backwards. Lewis turned on his heel and left the poor boy lost and alone in the dungeons.
When Lewis had left, Ashton curled his knees to his chest and let his tears fall silently, hoping someone would fid him. He didn't want to be left to the merciless cold of the winter months. Especially not lost in the dungeons. He pulled himself to his feet and dragged himself out into the corridor and started wandering around to try to find his way out.
Severus was patrolling the dungeon corridors, when he heard crying coming from one of the side corridors that lead to. well, Severus really didn't know where it lead to. Cautiously, he opened the door to the corridor. He squinted into the darkness, barely making out a small figure hunched over on the floor. The figure looked up at him through bright electric blue eyes.
"Ashton?" Severus asked uncertainly into the darkness. "What are you doing down here?" He asked suspiciously. The boy wiped hastily at his face.
"I got lost." He told his teacher.
"In the dungeon corridor that no one uses?" Severus raised his eyebrow as he said this.
"I got lost trying to find my way out."
"What were you doing in there in the first place?"
"Lewis took me here after he changed me." Severus had to hide his amusement.
"Well, I did warn everyone not to bother him." He gestured for Ashton to follow him, and together they left the dungeons up to the bright entrance hall.
"Lewis, would you mind coming to my office after breakfast please? You know the password." The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, asked Lewis. Sighing, the boy nodded before returning to stabbing his porridge. Draco came up behind him and laid his hand on Lewis' shoulder and bent down to whisper in the teen's ear,
"It's ok; the old fool won't have much to say. Nothing important anyway." Draco drew back from Lewis leaving a damp spot on his cheek where his warm breath had brushed against Lewis' cold skin. Lewis stood and left the Great Hall and made his way to the stone gargoyle that hid Albus' office.
Chapter Eight:
Lewis started his classes the day after his sorting. He found it amusing to see his classes from a Slytherin point of view. His teachers were much the same, potions was much more fun being in Slytherin; he also had a better understanding of the subject then most. Transfiguration was hell. McGonagall, it appeared, did favour Gryffindor; she just didn't make it as obvious. She picked on the Slytherin students in her Ravenclaw/Slytherin class. Although she didn't take points, she told them their almost perfect transfiguration spells were terrible, while she told the Ravenclaws that theirs were perfect.
His first day of classes was easy enough, although by the end of it he couldn't wait to be back in the quiet of his dungeon bedroom. Draco and Ash had other ideas for him though. The pair dragged him to the Great Hall for dinner, while Lewis would have preferred visiting the kitchens. The pair was so cheery, it was shocking.
"Lewis, what did you think of your first day of classes?" Ash asked. Ashton Lowe was a bit like Colin Creevy. That annoying little Gryffindor who was obsessed with 'Harry Potter.' The only difference was Ash didn't carry a camera with him.
"They were fine." He told the kid, stressing the fine a little too much. By the time the trio reached the table, Lewis had had enough.
"Ashton," He said in such a quiet voice it was amazing it was heard. The whole Slytherin table went quiet. They all understood the annoyance behind the voice, Ash, it seemed, didn't.
"What was it like, did you find the work hard." He continued rambling on.
"Please, Ashton, shut up." He said in the same deadly tone.
When the boy didn't, Lewis narrowed his eyes slightly in concentration. Ashton slowly started shrinking in size, seemingly unaware as to what was happening to him, he continued to talk. Fuzzy cat's ears replaced his normally small ears. A sharp point was pushing its way out of the boy's pants, forming itself into a long griffin's tail. He hunched over as his body changed into something like a cross between a bird and a dog. His back grew shaggy fur, and small wings sprouted from his shoulder blades.
At the Staff Table, Severus was trying to keep the amusement from showing on his face. This was definitely his son, as perfect as he could have hoped. No one would be able to prove that Lewis had changed that Lowe kid into a mutilated griffin. After all, he hadn't used his wand. Severus was proud of Lewis; he had finally mastered his wandless gift. He had warned his Slytherin students not to annoy Lewis, but of course, one of them would never listen.
Lewis walked from the room, Ashton following awkwardly. Lewis led him down to the Dungeons and into a lost classroom. He stopped and returned Ash to his normal self. The kid stood up, rubbing his back and legs where they had cramped. Harry looked disgustedly at the boy; he had expected more out of a Slytherin.
"Always, always watch your back!" He hissed in the way only a true parselmouth can. Ashton cowered slightly at Lewis' harsh words. "Never annoy me. I will not hesitate to show you how much I have learnt. Trust me, you wont like what you see."
"I-I'm s-sorry." Ash stammered from the floor, where he had fell over his shoes taking a step backwards. Lewis turned on his heel and left the poor boy lost and alone in the dungeons.
When Lewis had left, Ashton curled his knees to his chest and let his tears fall silently, hoping someone would fid him. He didn't want to be left to the merciless cold of the winter months. Especially not lost in the dungeons. He pulled himself to his feet and dragged himself out into the corridor and started wandering around to try to find his way out.
Severus was patrolling the dungeon corridors, when he heard crying coming from one of the side corridors that lead to. well, Severus really didn't know where it lead to. Cautiously, he opened the door to the corridor. He squinted into the darkness, barely making out a small figure hunched over on the floor. The figure looked up at him through bright electric blue eyes.
"Ashton?" Severus asked uncertainly into the darkness. "What are you doing down here?" He asked suspiciously. The boy wiped hastily at his face.
"I got lost." He told his teacher.
"In the dungeon corridor that no one uses?" Severus raised his eyebrow as he said this.
"I got lost trying to find my way out."
"What were you doing in there in the first place?"
"Lewis took me here after he changed me." Severus had to hide his amusement.
"Well, I did warn everyone not to bother him." He gestured for Ashton to follow him, and together they left the dungeons up to the bright entrance hall.
"Lewis, would you mind coming to my office after breakfast please? You know the password." The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, asked Lewis. Sighing, the boy nodded before returning to stabbing his porridge. Draco came up behind him and laid his hand on Lewis' shoulder and bent down to whisper in the teen's ear,
"It's ok; the old fool won't have much to say. Nothing important anyway." Draco drew back from Lewis leaving a damp spot on his cheek where his warm breath had brushed against Lewis' cold skin. Lewis stood and left the Great Hall and made his way to the stone gargoyle that hid Albus' office.
