To Begin Anew

Chapter 4

It was Friday before anything of interest happened. Double Potions with Gryffindor.

Personally, I was looking forward to Double Potions, just cause it's my second favorite to Herbology. And cause Harry's there.

I don't even have to look at my face to know that I'm blushing. Damn it to Hades!

Nothing interesting really happened till potions except for myself smacking Draco upside the head. I swear that boy would be so screwed up if not for me.

I got there early enough. The only one there, I decided to sit in the middle. He was already in the classroom, reviewing some papers. I sat there, staring at him for 5 minutes till he looked up at me.

"May I help you, Mr...?" He drawled out.

"Prome. Dionysos Prome. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he said.

I smirked. "Yes. After Herbology, Potions is my favorite subject."

Snape sneered at me, "So, Prome, what does asphodel and wormwood produce?"

I allowed the smrik to stay as I answered, "The Draught of Living Death, a very powerful sleeping potion."

Snape smirked himself, "Seems like you've read your book. That was in chapter two. How much more to you know?"

I grinned at him, and he frowned. I like this teacher. I don't know if it was his humor or his looks, but I felt the need to tell this teacher my secret.

"Professor Snape, would you believe me if I told you that I knew as much as I seventh year?" I said slowly.

Snape gazed at me, disbelieving, "I'd have to say I don't belive you, Prome."

I put my elbows upon the table. "Understandable. But what if I could prove it? And that my name is more than that?"

Snape's eyebrows furrowed, then his eyes burned like hot coals. "Are you saying that you are Dionysos, Greek God?"

I smiled, "What do you think I mean, sir?"

He was silent for a minute. "I don't know what you're getting at, Prome. But I'm starting to think you're not completely sane."

I laughed joyfully, holding my stomach in mirth, "Well, Professor Snape, if you didn't tell anyone, how would you like a demonstration?"

Snape rolled his eyes at me, "What do you take me for, Prome, a simpleton? If you really are all you say you are, then it will stay between us. Now," he checked his watch, "we only have five minutes. Care to demonstrate now?"

I nodded happily, like a little kid about to show off. "Okay, now, considering how dark it is in here, I think I'll do Lumos. I seem to have a hell of a lot of success with that spell." I cracked my want hand's knuckles, "Lumos..." I whispered, concentrating on some already lit candles.

Now, remember when I said my magic shuts down sometimes? Well, this is one of those times. So, nothing happened.

Snape raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Well, Prome, I'd have to say you were lying."

"No! Wait, I promise you I wasn't-"

"Enough!" Snape bellowed. He got to his feet and slammed his hands upon his desk.

"Because of your ridiculous motion, I should report you to the headmaster."

"You will do no such thing," I hissed in sudden anger, my eyes glowing a deadly shade of ice blue. What right did he have to tell me I was a false God? "You want to see me do something unnatural?" I asked. I could hear some students coming closer to the classroom. "Fine, you'll get you're blasted unnatural ability!" I hissed, then blended into the shadows. I heard him give a small gasp, then told him, "I'll be back in ten minutes, Sir."

At this, I sped out of the room past incomming students.

Ten minutes later, I was late, and cooled down enough not to do something I'd regret to Snape. I entered in Human form while he was making a speech. I stood beside the doorway, silent.

"-really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses..." Before he went on, I made myself known by walking to my seat.

"Prome! See me after class!" Snape snarled.

I nodded, "Yes, Professor."

Snape nodded, "Good. Now as I was saying... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunder heads as I usually have to teach."

It was silent after this speech. Many people exchanged glances, and as if he saw Harry do that, he called upon him.

Poor Harry.

"Potter!" Said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

And of course he'd remember that minute detail, especially since he's a first year.

"I don't know, sir." said Harry.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything."

My eyes narrowed.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione's hand was high in the air, and Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were shaking with laughter. I kicked Malfoy under the table with a glare. He bit his lip in order not to cry out.

Serves him right.

Harry's lips twitched slightly, and I could tell he was holding back a smile.

"I don't know, sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"

Everyone ignored Hermione.

"What is the difference, Potter, betwen monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, hand outstretched to the ceiling.

"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

I groaned slightly as a few Slytherin's laughed. Bad move, mate.

"Sit down," Snape snapped at Hermione. "Prome, since you were late, would you like to answer? Get it wrong and you recieve extra homework."

I sat up straight, "Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping draught so powerful it's known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from a goats stomach - it save you from most poisons. Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same. It's also called aconite. Is that all, sir?"

Snape looked slightly astonished - as did most of the class - and smirked.

"Five points to Slytherin," he looked around at the still students, "Well? Why aren't you all writing that down? And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."

For myself and the rest of the Slytherins, Potions went great. For the poor, poor Gryffindor's however, it didn't go well.

I did the potion very well, having made it before as did Draco, my parner. Snape was criticizing everyone but Draco and me, which everyone noticed, if the scowls sent our way were any indication. I grinned sheepishly. Snape was telling everyone this and that about how well the potion was done. After awhile, I just sat back and supervised Draco, telling him what to do without looking at the board.

After awhlie, Neville, a boy from Gryffindor, spilt the potion, which was made wrong, all over himself. He had boils popping up all over his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at a Gryffindor. Then, he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

"You - Potter - " was as far as he got before I interrupted him.

"Snape!" I shouted mentally. He cringed, then turned slowly to me. I was scowling.

"Do not blame them, they didn't know, you bloody bastard! Now cool off and let us finish!"

Snape took a deep breathe, then stormed off back to his desk. Everyone was looking between Snape and me. Snape ignored them, and so did I. I glared at Draco, and he sat down. Eventually, everyone sat down, and finished before the end of class.

An hour later, class was over. I walked up to Snape's desk and crossed my arms.

"Now do you belive me?"

He scoffed, "Of course I do. After all, only those descended from Hades have that power."

I frowned and sat on the edge of his desk. "The only way you could know that is..." My eyes widened.

"Bloody hell... are you... related, to him?" I whispered.

Snaped looked away and nodded stiffly. "Yes. Great Grandfather."

I grinned wickedly. "So I'm your... Uncle? Great Uncle? Something like that. You know, because I was reborn, I'm younger than you. Now, that is amusing."

Snapes eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything. "Well, good to know I have some relatives down here. But I have a few favors to ask of you. One shouldn't be to much, just basic curtisy - which if this class was any indicator, you seriously need to improve - but the other you don't have to comply to. First, don't jump to conclusions. You accused a student of something that was not his fault. I know that happens at times, but I have a feeling it runs deeper then that. Now, personally, I don't give a rats ass about anyone else, but if you wrongfully accuse the following people, I will be pissed. I don't care if you re my nephew, you will pay." I cleared my throat, "Harry, Ron, the Weasley twins: Fred and George, and whoever else become bloody important to me. Do you understand!" I said in a deadly calm voice. I didn't get a reponse right away, so I flared my raw power at him, making myself shine with white-green fire.

"Do you understand me!" I growled.

Snape was turned toward me, and his eyes were very wide. I could've sworn I heard him muttering a prayer.

"Yes, I understand," He said crisply.

I turned off the power, and smiled at him. "Now that we have that settled, would you mind teaching me some more advanced potions? Like ones you can't learn in Hogwarts?" I grinned sheepishly.

Snape just looked at me. "Get out."

I nodded, "Of course, Professor. Sorry to trouble you."

Snape sneered, "The hell you are."

I smirked, "You caught me. Goodbye, Professor."

I left.

Outside, Harry and Ron were waiting for me. I blinked stupidly at them, not sure as to why they were there. And how much they heard.

"How long have you been here?" I asked them quietly. My hands were in my robe pockets, and my expression stern.

"Since the end of class. You were there for more then ten minutes, Dionysos. What the hell happened?" Harry asked. Ron shifted uncomfortably behind him.

I changed the subject while looking at Ron, "Don't worry, Ron, if you'll be my friend, I'll be yours. It doesn't matter what house we're in, you can still be friends. You can trust me."

Ron looked hesitant. "I guess I could trust you. It's just... every dark wizard had come from that house. Especially You-" he stopped himself when I opened my mouth, "Vol- Voldemort." He gulped, then smiled, happy he could get through it. "I'm sorry, it's just... I'm not comfortable around any of them."

I smiled. "Well, why were you waiting for me?"

Harry grinned, "We're going to see Hagrid! He invited me at Breakfast to his hut."

"Really? In that case, lead the way while I tell Ron about myself - basically what I told you, but without the history of me. Then he might understand why I was put in Slytherin."

By the time we got to Hagrids (we walked around awhile before, my story did take a long time), Ron was slightly afraid of me, but also fasinated.

"I can't believe you can do all that! That's bloody awsome! So why don't you just take the N.E.W.T.S. tests and be done with school?"

I'm starting to get really irritated. "Ron, I want a normal life. I said that already. Now can you please shut the fuck up?"

Ron turned an interesting shade of red, and looked embarresed. "Sorry, mate."

I shook my head, "No, it's not your fault. I just have a short fuse today because of potions." Ron nodded, but still looked embarrased.

It was five till three when we actually left the castle. We arrived at Hagrid's small wooden house at the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galushes were outside the front door.

Harry was appointed the Knocker, and when he knocked, we heard a frantic scabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying, "Back, Fang - back."

"Sounds like a big dog..." I mumbled. They both nodded.

Hagrid's big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Hang on," he said good naturedly. "Back, Fang."

He let us in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black bearhound.

I've seen bigger. And he had three heads. So ha!

There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

"Make yerselves at home." said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. I smiled.

"This is Ron," Harry motioned to him, "And Dionysos." he then motioned to me.

"Another Weasley, eh?" said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's freckles. "I spent half me life chain' yer twin borhters away from the forest." He glanced at me, "Aren't you a Slytherin, Dionysos? Why are ye here with 'em?" He sounded a protective.

I smiled. "I became friends before I became a Slytherin. I value friendship above my house, amoung other things."

Hagrid nodded. "Well if yer friends with Harry here, ye must be a good person."

Both Harry and I blushed, followed by an akward silence. Hagrid soon offered us some cakes, which I could tell from where I was sitting wouldn've broke Harry and Ron's teeth.

Personally, I loved them, even if they were a bit tough. I voiced my setiments, and Hagrid grinned proudly.

Fang was resting his head on Harry's knee and drooling all over his robes. He seemed slightly disguisted, but didn't do anything about it.

Also, we were all delighted to hear Hagrid call Filch "that old git"

"An' as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, I'd like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D' yer know, everytime I go up ter the school, she follows me everywhere? Can't get rid of her - Filch puts her up to it."

Now why would Filch care about Hagrid? He's offly suspicious of everyone.

Harry was telling Hagrid about Snape's lesson. Hagrid, like Ron, told Harry not to worry about it, that Snape liked hardly any of the students.

"But he semed to really hate me."

"Rubbish!" said Hagrid. "Why should he?"

He didn't quite meet Harry's eyes.

"How's yer brother Charlie?" Hagrid asked Ron. "I liked him a lot - great with animals."

When Ron mentioned that his brother worked with dragons, I tuned in, highly interested.

I heard ruffling while I was listening, and glanced at Harry. He was reading a newspaper article.

"Hagrid!" said Harry, "That Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might've been happening while we were there!"

I narrowed my eyes as Hagrid, les subtely then before, didn't meet Harry's eyes. He grunted and offered Harry another rock cake.

Hmmm... I must ask Harry later on about what he just figured out (considering the sudden lit of realization in his eyes).

As the three of us headed back to the castle for dinner, Ron and Harry with heavy rock cake laden pockets - I offeed to take them, for which they gave me a queer look - we each had something on our minds, I'm sure.

But I'm pretty sure that while Harry's and mine were somewhat serious, Ron was thinking about what to eat at dinner.

We seperated at the castle and went our seperate ways.

I am still a Slytherin, after all.

A.N. - Wow! Another chapter! I got inspired cause of the 6th book coming out to finish what I had written. Of course, I'm reading the 6th book - haven't finished yet- but I can't seem to pick it up again. I'm not even past page 50! Weird need to not read stuff right now! Bloody hell...

-grumbles- I want to read it, too!

Anyway, -gives a sheepish grin- R&R, please?

Oh, and I don't own any Harry Potter characters, but I do own the plot, and thought of using Dionysos all on my own. Yay.

I'll try and get the next chapter up faster, but I'm not going to be here from August 5th till the 13th, then I start school on the 16th. I'll try and write during the week I won't be here, but no promises.

Just be happy that I tend to write a lot during school. .

R&R, please.

Laters.