"Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well
tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of
slow grow, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it
is entitled to the appellation."
-George Washington
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Harry Potter universe. Those belong to J. K. Rowling. Only the plot is mine, and it's an overdone one at that. But it's one of my favorites, so sue me. Er... let me reword that... please DON'T sue me.
Warning: Slash (m/m relationship) will be present in this fic. Also, I won't point out a change in P.O.V. but I believe it is quite obvious who is telling the story at which time.
*still in desperate need of a beta, preferably one who would help me we with the more *ahem* 'heated' scenes to come*
Chapter Two: I'm One Of You
1976
As my head begins to clear, I hear snatches of conversation.
"He's clearly a Gryffindor, look at his robes." states a pompous voice that eerily reminds me of Draco Malfoy, only it's deeper.
"Perhaps you need to get your eyes examined yet again." a silky sarcastic drawl interrupts the haughty baritone "While the emblem is similar to Gryffindor's, it's quite different."
"Shut it Snivellus." another even more pretentious and deep voice cuts in "I don't even know why you're still here."
A soothing quieter voice stops the impending argument from occurring "Really. Stop your yammering or you'll wake him. You can all ask him whatever you like – if he is willing to answer – once he comes to."
A whiny, almost shrill voice is heard over the soothing one "Awwww, Remus, and it was just getting good."
It is now that I decide to make myself known by groaning loudly.
All conversation instantly stops and I open my eyes only to shut them quickly when I am assaulted by the bright white walls and lights of the Hospital Wing – which I had just realized I was in.
I once again hear the soothing voice, not acknowledging the names I've heard so far in my muddled head "Sirius, take off some of the lights and call Madame Pomphrey and the Headmaster, will you?"
I hear some grumbling, some shuffling, and then the bright light that I could still see even through my closed eyelids, dims.
The soothing voice coaxes me to open my eyes and I comply.
After blinking several times, I stretch languidly and groan – in what Severus will later tease me, was quite an erotic way – as I both feel and hear the satisfying pops of my back and neck cracking.
I look towards where the soothing voice originated from and I see gentle amber eyes looking back at me set in a kind face with messy graying brown hair atop it. It's Remus and I've never seen him look better. I am only slightly shocked at his obvious youth, having just remembered why I had ended up in the Hospital Wing – yet again, and am glad when I exhibit no outward signs of surprise. I smile at him and he returns it genuinely.
My eyes move onto the person seated beside Remus and I am able to just contain a growl. Wormtail. His features are how I remember them except for the lack of bald spot and I am enraged to see the not so well hidden guilt in his eyes. I can't believe it; the lying bastard has already betrayed his best friends. The smile I give him is somewhat strained but I easily blame it on discomfort. He returns the smile and I suppress a shudder.
Next to Wormtail is my father, James Potter, and I try not to cringe at the false but brilliant smile he gives me, it dissonantly reminds me of Lockheart's. I return my 'I'm surrounded by reporters and I want to get away but I can't' smile which is just as brilliant and as false as my father's. I hear a snort of laughter and my head snaps towards the last person in the room. Severus Snape.
This time my eyes do widen, but only just. Snape looks good. His hair isn't greasy, but sleek and his skin is no longer sallow, but pale, and those eyes. By the Gods, I don't know how I never noticed how easily you could get lost in them. 'Perhaps it's because he normally only glares at me.' I think. I snap out of my absurd thoughts and give Snape a tentative smile. He smirks at me, but not maliciously, and his eyes contain guarded curiosity rather than contempt.
I am about to introduce myself under some fake name or other when Dumbledore – looking no younger - walks in accompanied by Madame Pomphrey and – I nearly fall out of bed but just smile and shrug at the curious and worried looks I receive – Sirius Black, my godfather.
Madame Pomphrey starts clucking around me like some worried mother hen checking for any little ailment and when she finds nothing but a mild concussion, shoos the Marauders and Snape out leaving Dumbledore and I alone as she goes into her office to find me some nasty potion to ingest.
I look at Dumbledore nervously and he looks back at me with curiously non-twinkling, serious eyes. I remain silent, awaiting the interrogation that is sure to come; I don't have to wait long.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore asks.
'Straight to the point isn't he?' I think.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir," I begin and his eyebrows raise a bit in surprise that I know his name "I can't tell you my name," his eyes narrow suspiciously and I continue quickly "because it would effect the timeline." there go those eyebrows "But, I will tell you that I am from around twenty years in the future and I am a sixth year Gryffindor. My time turner broke." I reach into my robes – Dumbledore watching my every move warily – and pull out the golden chain with bits of glass still attached to it and hand it to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore takes it from me and examines it carefully. He whispers some words that I don't catch while waving his wand over it and the time turner glows white. He looks back up at me and I am taken aback to see the twinkle in his eyes is back full force and that he is smiling benignly at me. I marvel at how easily he reverts to the cheerful grandfather act.
"Well, young man," he begins cheerfully and it is now my eyebrows that shoot up in astonishment, but he continues as if he doesn't notice my unasked question, "since it would be unsafe to reveal your true name to the students and staff, what would you like to be known by?"
I think for a moment and then smoothly state "Evan Daniels."
That bloody twinkle of his only intensifies "I assume you would like the fact that you are from the future kept secret while I try to find a way to return you to your time." I nod "Very well." Dumbledore continues "Would you like me to create a false history for you or do you already have something in mind?"
I shake my head "No, sir, I have nothing in mind. You may create any history you wish for me; however you must make sure that you make up a believable excuse for my having the Gryffindor emblem on my robes. Those boys that were here earlier noticed it." I pause "I assume I shall be resorted."
He nods "Yes, I believe that would be acceptable." He claps his hands together as he stands up "Oh! This will be wonderful! You are our first ever 'transfer student!' " I smile faintly as he leaves and wonder not for the first time if Dumbledore is crazy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later, wearing my new plain robes, I am waiting in the same chamber I had in fourth year when my name was pulled out of the Goblet. I hear all of the students and professors on the other side of the door filtering into the Great Hall and I begin to feel nervous. I then hear a sudden silence and assume Dumbledore has stood up to announce me.
I assumed correctly.
"Students and staff," Dumbledore begins "We have a sixth year transfer student from American Academy for Witches and Wizards attending Hogwarts this year. He has arrived a month late because of the long journey he had to make and the occasional trouble that every traveler finds. Most of you students have already seen him and some of you may have seen an emblem on his robe that seemed similar to that of Gryffindor House, but let me assure you, he has yet to be sorted. His Academy had a similar housing system to Hogwarts and he was a member of the house with a similar emblem as our Gryffindor House. Now, without further ado, allow me to present to you, Evan Daniels!"
I take a deep breath and push open the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As I watch the new transfer student nervously walk along the Staff Table towards the three legged stool the Sorting Hat is placed upon, I realize that my first assessment of his appearance was incorrect. Although he looks somewhat like Potter, the differences far outweigh the similarities.
Evan Daniels' hair, unlike Potter's short mop of hair, is chin length, and although messy, looks soft to the touch. His glasses, unlike Potter's large gold rimmed pair – that make him look like an owl – are a new looking, stylish silver rimmed pair. And behind those glasses, are the most beautiful jade eyes I have ever seen. The shade in itself is stunning, but the haunted look that I saw flicker in those eyes when he first looked at me that was instantly covered by a genuine mischievous spark just draws me to him.
He has full red lips that are just begging to be kissed and underneath those robes is a slim but clearly toned body. As my eyes roam back up towards his face, I see an endearing blush alighting his tanned skin and I lick my lips as I wonder how far that blush travels.
I blink as I realize where my thoughts have taken me. I've known I was gay for a little over a year, but have never been so attracted to someone. I smirk. This Evan Daniels is becoming more intriguing by the moment.
I am brought out of my thoughts yet again by the Sorting Hat's yell of...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Moments Before
"How intriguing!" the Hat's voice murmurs in my head. I had decided not to interfere in the Hat's decision this time and was curious as to what the outcome would be.
"Why thank you for that liberty Mr. Daniels, or should I say Mr. Potter?" I stiffen slightly "Not to worry young Potter, it will be our little secret." I relax considerably.
"Now," continues the Hat "let's see. You've got a fine mind and although recent events illustrate that you have discovered a love for learning, you are not suited for Ravenclaw."
"You're loyal to a fault and it has caused you much pain, attributes of a Hufflepuff, but no, neither is that the house for you."
"Oh my!" exclaims the Hat "Such cunning and a love for rule breaking, yet you have a brave and noble heart. This decision is a most difficult one, but there is no denying it, you are most definitely a... SLYTHERIN!"
I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding and am surprised at how relieved I feel at being sorted into Slytherin.
No longer nervous, I walk confidently to the Slytherin Table and sit next to the only Slytherin I have met in this time so far.
I smile and introduce myself, holding out a hand "Hello. I don't believe I had the chance to properly introduce myself in the Hospital Wing, I'm Evan Daniels, and you are?"
I'm slightly surprised when I receive a smile rather than a smirk in return "Severus Snape. It's a pleasure to meet you" Snape says while shaking my hand. I ignore the fact that he holds my hand for a bit longer than necessary.
"So," I begin, never breaking eye contact with Snape "is there anything I should know about being a Slytherin? At my old school, each House symbolized certain traits and there was even quite a strong rivalry between two of the Houses. Anything like that here at Hogwarts that I should know about?"
Ah! And the smirk returns "Yes, actually. Slytherin is known for its cunning and determined members, although we have the bad reputation of turning out more Dark Wizards than the other three Houses combined." I arch an eyebrow in silent query but he doesn't elaborate "Ravenclaw is known for its intelligent and clever members, but they tend to overanalyze things. Hufflepuff is known for its loyal and hardworking members, and although they always stand by you, they would most likely stand by you as you flee from danger; it is the most cowardly of the Hogwarts Houses. And then we have Gryffindor. They are known for their brave and noble members, but I'd watch your back around them, Evan," I smile slightly at his use of my first name – although it isn't my real one – it pleases me far more than I thought it would "They are a foolish arrogant bunch if you ask me, but I digress, I'm rather biased in regard to them. The rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor has been going on since the Founder's time and has only become stronger in recent years." He leans over to whisper in my ear. I feel his smirk widen as I shiver slightly "There is a certain group of Gryffindors that you should be the most wary of." He points discreetly towards the Gryffindor Table and I follow his slender finger to where the Marauders are sitting.
I am only slightly surprised by the disgust apparent on three of the four Marauders' features as I look their way. I could care less about what Wormtail thinks of me, but the loathing in both my father's and godfather's eyes hurts more than I can describe; although my face betrays nothing. I look towards the fourth Marauder and my tense shoulders sag faintly in relief as I see a cautious and still genuine smile on Remus' face. I smirk teasingly rather than smile but I think he understands.
I turn back towards Snape and lean over to whisper in his ear. I suppress a grin as he shivers softly, just as I had "And why, Severus" My, that name just rolls off my tongue "should I be most wary of those four?"
I lean back as he responds "Most of the school, including the staff and Headmaster, would tell you that they are just a group of harmless pranksters, but I know better." His voice lowers suddenly as he turns his head away from me and I can hear the underlying pain in it "They play harmless pranks on most of the Hogwarts population, but upon a select few, including myself, they play dirty and violently even." He looks directly at me and says "Slytherin's reputation may be a poor one but we always stand by each other and as our newest Slytherin, I, as well as most of our House, will always stand by you."
Welcome to Slytherin I think sardonically as Dumbledore pronounces the last of his beginning of term announcements and the food appears.
Author's Notes (Thank yous): SHABU, OLUSHA, RAELYN, ATALANTE, ANGELS WHISPER ~ Thank you. TAMRISSA ~ I know nobody likes a 'review whore,' I'm amongst those people. I'm not a skank as far as I know and I don't have low self esteem, I just decided that if my fic didn't get 10 reviews, it obviously sucked. I definitely wasn't expecting to get them and more all in one day. I know the MWPP's aren't necessary, but I felt a little intro into the characters in my story was appropriate. And, yes, I have not only heard of neverforgetsaface's In My Father's Shoes, I have also read it. It's in my disclaimer that this plot is overdone, but I've always liked it so I thought I would give it a shot. I would also like to inform you that neverforgetsaface isn't the only one who has written a story like this, so perhaps you should go reprimand them as well. Thank you for the review. Any sort of review is always appreciated. JE aka YESSINA, CASSA-ANDRA, KIMI-SAMA ~ Thank you. MELLY-CHAN ~ I adored your review. It was so honest – yet not rude – and helpful. I'll try my very best in improving the POV's and 'showing' the story rather than 'telling' it. You have been beyond useful. Thank you for the great review. QUILA, DRACODIA, EMERALD SPARROW, KODOKU ~ Thank you. CERBERUSMON ~ Bueno, de verdad no soy cubana. Mis padres son cubanos y yo nací en Miami. Pero siempre me he sentido muy cubana. Yo tb quise saber como actuaría Harry ante una escenita similar a la que vio en el pensador (nunca supe que así se llamaba el pensieve en español) y por eso escribí este fic por mi primero. *suspira* Le tengo que hacer caso a Tamrissa. Yo se que tuvo razón. La única razón que exigé reviews fue porque era mi primer fic. De ahora en adelante no exigiré nada. Si quieres que nos escribamos, tendrás que empazar tú. Muchas gracias por tu review y espero tu email. FINAL SPELL, ALITAZX5, LESHANAR, ULTRAHIGHDRAGONFLY, TRACY HILL ~ Thank you. BLUEBIRD161221 ~ *smiles* I'm pleased that you find it so amazing that this is my first fic. Thank you. FAIRYOFSILVERMAGIC ~ *bows* I'm honored to be on your Author's Alert and Favorites. CHIICHICK, MIZZ KITTY, FRANKIE-SMYRC-GIRL ~ Thank you. LADY LIGHTNING ~ *cocks her head in slight confusion* are you saying you actually thought my first chapter made a good one shot?! Thank you I suppose, but I would have to concur with most of my reviewers in saying it would have made a crappy one shot *smiles* Thank you for the praise all the same. GOLDENPAW ~ *squeals excitedly and bows before goldenpaw* Let me just tell you how happy I was to not only receive a review from you, but a positive one. I adore your series that started with 'A Camping We Will Go' and I'm quite honored that you enjoyed my fic. Thank you. NERD-GIRL, HARRYPOTTERFREAK4LIFE, STEPHANIE, PENNY, LUNA_KAT04 ~ Thank you. KAAT SHADOWLOVER ~ I thought the POVs would be self explanatory, but apparently not. If this chapter is just as confusing for you as the last, tell me and I'll consider changing my writing style to accommodate you. Thank you for your review. ETERNAL COSMOS, KATIE, MIKI23, ZUPERGURL, MARLLER ~ Thank you.
To Everyone ~ A BIG Thank You and a HUGE SORRY for being so demanding. No more demands from me *crosses her heart* I swear. I'll try to update once a week. *waves* See you next week. Ciao.
-George Washington
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Harry Potter universe. Those belong to J. K. Rowling. Only the plot is mine, and it's an overdone one at that. But it's one of my favorites, so sue me. Er... let me reword that... please DON'T sue me.
Warning: Slash (m/m relationship) will be present in this fic. Also, I won't point out a change in P.O.V. but I believe it is quite obvious who is telling the story at which time.
*still in desperate need of a beta, preferably one who would help me we with the more *ahem* 'heated' scenes to come*
Chapter Two: I'm One Of You
1976
As my head begins to clear, I hear snatches of conversation.
"He's clearly a Gryffindor, look at his robes." states a pompous voice that eerily reminds me of Draco Malfoy, only it's deeper.
"Perhaps you need to get your eyes examined yet again." a silky sarcastic drawl interrupts the haughty baritone "While the emblem is similar to Gryffindor's, it's quite different."
"Shut it Snivellus." another even more pretentious and deep voice cuts in "I don't even know why you're still here."
A soothing quieter voice stops the impending argument from occurring "Really. Stop your yammering or you'll wake him. You can all ask him whatever you like – if he is willing to answer – once he comes to."
A whiny, almost shrill voice is heard over the soothing one "Awwww, Remus, and it was just getting good."
It is now that I decide to make myself known by groaning loudly.
All conversation instantly stops and I open my eyes only to shut them quickly when I am assaulted by the bright white walls and lights of the Hospital Wing – which I had just realized I was in.
I once again hear the soothing voice, not acknowledging the names I've heard so far in my muddled head "Sirius, take off some of the lights and call Madame Pomphrey and the Headmaster, will you?"
I hear some grumbling, some shuffling, and then the bright light that I could still see even through my closed eyelids, dims.
The soothing voice coaxes me to open my eyes and I comply.
After blinking several times, I stretch languidly and groan – in what Severus will later tease me, was quite an erotic way – as I both feel and hear the satisfying pops of my back and neck cracking.
I look towards where the soothing voice originated from and I see gentle amber eyes looking back at me set in a kind face with messy graying brown hair atop it. It's Remus and I've never seen him look better. I am only slightly shocked at his obvious youth, having just remembered why I had ended up in the Hospital Wing – yet again, and am glad when I exhibit no outward signs of surprise. I smile at him and he returns it genuinely.
My eyes move onto the person seated beside Remus and I am able to just contain a growl. Wormtail. His features are how I remember them except for the lack of bald spot and I am enraged to see the not so well hidden guilt in his eyes. I can't believe it; the lying bastard has already betrayed his best friends. The smile I give him is somewhat strained but I easily blame it on discomfort. He returns the smile and I suppress a shudder.
Next to Wormtail is my father, James Potter, and I try not to cringe at the false but brilliant smile he gives me, it dissonantly reminds me of Lockheart's. I return my 'I'm surrounded by reporters and I want to get away but I can't' smile which is just as brilliant and as false as my father's. I hear a snort of laughter and my head snaps towards the last person in the room. Severus Snape.
This time my eyes do widen, but only just. Snape looks good. His hair isn't greasy, but sleek and his skin is no longer sallow, but pale, and those eyes. By the Gods, I don't know how I never noticed how easily you could get lost in them. 'Perhaps it's because he normally only glares at me.' I think. I snap out of my absurd thoughts and give Snape a tentative smile. He smirks at me, but not maliciously, and his eyes contain guarded curiosity rather than contempt.
I am about to introduce myself under some fake name or other when Dumbledore – looking no younger - walks in accompanied by Madame Pomphrey and – I nearly fall out of bed but just smile and shrug at the curious and worried looks I receive – Sirius Black, my godfather.
Madame Pomphrey starts clucking around me like some worried mother hen checking for any little ailment and when she finds nothing but a mild concussion, shoos the Marauders and Snape out leaving Dumbledore and I alone as she goes into her office to find me some nasty potion to ingest.
I look at Dumbledore nervously and he looks back at me with curiously non-twinkling, serious eyes. I remain silent, awaiting the interrogation that is sure to come; I don't have to wait long.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore asks.
'Straight to the point isn't he?' I think.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir," I begin and his eyebrows raise a bit in surprise that I know his name "I can't tell you my name," his eyes narrow suspiciously and I continue quickly "because it would effect the timeline." there go those eyebrows "But, I will tell you that I am from around twenty years in the future and I am a sixth year Gryffindor. My time turner broke." I reach into my robes – Dumbledore watching my every move warily – and pull out the golden chain with bits of glass still attached to it and hand it to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore takes it from me and examines it carefully. He whispers some words that I don't catch while waving his wand over it and the time turner glows white. He looks back up at me and I am taken aback to see the twinkle in his eyes is back full force and that he is smiling benignly at me. I marvel at how easily he reverts to the cheerful grandfather act.
"Well, young man," he begins cheerfully and it is now my eyebrows that shoot up in astonishment, but he continues as if he doesn't notice my unasked question, "since it would be unsafe to reveal your true name to the students and staff, what would you like to be known by?"
I think for a moment and then smoothly state "Evan Daniels."
That bloody twinkle of his only intensifies "I assume you would like the fact that you are from the future kept secret while I try to find a way to return you to your time." I nod "Very well." Dumbledore continues "Would you like me to create a false history for you or do you already have something in mind?"
I shake my head "No, sir, I have nothing in mind. You may create any history you wish for me; however you must make sure that you make up a believable excuse for my having the Gryffindor emblem on my robes. Those boys that were here earlier noticed it." I pause "I assume I shall be resorted."
He nods "Yes, I believe that would be acceptable." He claps his hands together as he stands up "Oh! This will be wonderful! You are our first ever 'transfer student!' " I smile faintly as he leaves and wonder not for the first time if Dumbledore is crazy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later, wearing my new plain robes, I am waiting in the same chamber I had in fourth year when my name was pulled out of the Goblet. I hear all of the students and professors on the other side of the door filtering into the Great Hall and I begin to feel nervous. I then hear a sudden silence and assume Dumbledore has stood up to announce me.
I assumed correctly.
"Students and staff," Dumbledore begins "We have a sixth year transfer student from American Academy for Witches and Wizards attending Hogwarts this year. He has arrived a month late because of the long journey he had to make and the occasional trouble that every traveler finds. Most of you students have already seen him and some of you may have seen an emblem on his robe that seemed similar to that of Gryffindor House, but let me assure you, he has yet to be sorted. His Academy had a similar housing system to Hogwarts and he was a member of the house with a similar emblem as our Gryffindor House. Now, without further ado, allow me to present to you, Evan Daniels!"
I take a deep breath and push open the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As I watch the new transfer student nervously walk along the Staff Table towards the three legged stool the Sorting Hat is placed upon, I realize that my first assessment of his appearance was incorrect. Although he looks somewhat like Potter, the differences far outweigh the similarities.
Evan Daniels' hair, unlike Potter's short mop of hair, is chin length, and although messy, looks soft to the touch. His glasses, unlike Potter's large gold rimmed pair – that make him look like an owl – are a new looking, stylish silver rimmed pair. And behind those glasses, are the most beautiful jade eyes I have ever seen. The shade in itself is stunning, but the haunted look that I saw flicker in those eyes when he first looked at me that was instantly covered by a genuine mischievous spark just draws me to him.
He has full red lips that are just begging to be kissed and underneath those robes is a slim but clearly toned body. As my eyes roam back up towards his face, I see an endearing blush alighting his tanned skin and I lick my lips as I wonder how far that blush travels.
I blink as I realize where my thoughts have taken me. I've known I was gay for a little over a year, but have never been so attracted to someone. I smirk. This Evan Daniels is becoming more intriguing by the moment.
I am brought out of my thoughts yet again by the Sorting Hat's yell of...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Moments Before
"How intriguing!" the Hat's voice murmurs in my head. I had decided not to interfere in the Hat's decision this time and was curious as to what the outcome would be.
"Why thank you for that liberty Mr. Daniels, or should I say Mr. Potter?" I stiffen slightly "Not to worry young Potter, it will be our little secret." I relax considerably.
"Now," continues the Hat "let's see. You've got a fine mind and although recent events illustrate that you have discovered a love for learning, you are not suited for Ravenclaw."
"You're loyal to a fault and it has caused you much pain, attributes of a Hufflepuff, but no, neither is that the house for you."
"Oh my!" exclaims the Hat "Such cunning and a love for rule breaking, yet you have a brave and noble heart. This decision is a most difficult one, but there is no denying it, you are most definitely a... SLYTHERIN!"
I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding and am surprised at how relieved I feel at being sorted into Slytherin.
No longer nervous, I walk confidently to the Slytherin Table and sit next to the only Slytherin I have met in this time so far.
I smile and introduce myself, holding out a hand "Hello. I don't believe I had the chance to properly introduce myself in the Hospital Wing, I'm Evan Daniels, and you are?"
I'm slightly surprised when I receive a smile rather than a smirk in return "Severus Snape. It's a pleasure to meet you" Snape says while shaking my hand. I ignore the fact that he holds my hand for a bit longer than necessary.
"So," I begin, never breaking eye contact with Snape "is there anything I should know about being a Slytherin? At my old school, each House symbolized certain traits and there was even quite a strong rivalry between two of the Houses. Anything like that here at Hogwarts that I should know about?"
Ah! And the smirk returns "Yes, actually. Slytherin is known for its cunning and determined members, although we have the bad reputation of turning out more Dark Wizards than the other three Houses combined." I arch an eyebrow in silent query but he doesn't elaborate "Ravenclaw is known for its intelligent and clever members, but they tend to overanalyze things. Hufflepuff is known for its loyal and hardworking members, and although they always stand by you, they would most likely stand by you as you flee from danger; it is the most cowardly of the Hogwarts Houses. And then we have Gryffindor. They are known for their brave and noble members, but I'd watch your back around them, Evan," I smile slightly at his use of my first name – although it isn't my real one – it pleases me far more than I thought it would "They are a foolish arrogant bunch if you ask me, but I digress, I'm rather biased in regard to them. The rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor has been going on since the Founder's time and has only become stronger in recent years." He leans over to whisper in my ear. I feel his smirk widen as I shiver slightly "There is a certain group of Gryffindors that you should be the most wary of." He points discreetly towards the Gryffindor Table and I follow his slender finger to where the Marauders are sitting.
I am only slightly surprised by the disgust apparent on three of the four Marauders' features as I look their way. I could care less about what Wormtail thinks of me, but the loathing in both my father's and godfather's eyes hurts more than I can describe; although my face betrays nothing. I look towards the fourth Marauder and my tense shoulders sag faintly in relief as I see a cautious and still genuine smile on Remus' face. I smirk teasingly rather than smile but I think he understands.
I turn back towards Snape and lean over to whisper in his ear. I suppress a grin as he shivers softly, just as I had "And why, Severus" My, that name just rolls off my tongue "should I be most wary of those four?"
I lean back as he responds "Most of the school, including the staff and Headmaster, would tell you that they are just a group of harmless pranksters, but I know better." His voice lowers suddenly as he turns his head away from me and I can hear the underlying pain in it "They play harmless pranks on most of the Hogwarts population, but upon a select few, including myself, they play dirty and violently even." He looks directly at me and says "Slytherin's reputation may be a poor one but we always stand by each other and as our newest Slytherin, I, as well as most of our House, will always stand by you."
Welcome to Slytherin I think sardonically as Dumbledore pronounces the last of his beginning of term announcements and the food appears.
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To Everyone ~ A BIG Thank You and a HUGE SORRY for being so demanding. No more demands from me *crosses her heart* I swear. I'll try to update once a week. *waves* See you next week. Ciao.