shirlchi: Holy crappers! R u serious:cries: That sucks!
JuMiKu: Mm, no Volde fighting, he's just gathering his followers at this point I suppose. Harry's not going to be the "chosen one" in this fic.
Sophie Malfoy: I luv the Snape part too! I couldn't stop laughing.
Vyxagallanxchi: I'm glad u found me again! I hope u like what I've done with it.
AN: And thank u everyone else who reviewed!
"What the – bloody hell Potter, what the heck did you do to yourself?" Sirius exclaimed when he saw the boy the next morning.
The young Slytherin was once more inexplicably dressed; it was a fine change to his normally loose clothes and it left Sirius in a state of shock.
"I see you woke up late, you seem to have lost a few brain cells in the process." Harry grinned cheekily. "You know Black, I distinctly remember someone telling me it was a hopeless cause to try and tame my hair." He laughed. "Well you know me; I always like to prove people wrong. I wanted a new image, why don't you ask your boyfriend about it?"
He gaped. "Remus did this?"
"Lily helped too." Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "I really must be on my way now, things to do, people to hex." He winked as he pushed past the surprised Gryffindor.
It was a wonderful feeling to walk into the Great Hall and cause silence to descend; Harry smiled brightly and waved sarcastically at the Gryffindor table where his brother stared at him with an astonished expression. In fact, the entire Hall was surprised by his overnight change.
Of course, two Gryffindors wore huge grins, as though they were the cat that had eaten the canary. All their hard work had paid off; Harry was in essence, a celebrity.
With cockiness only a Malfoy could master, or any other Slytherin that had the time to practice, Harry sauntered to his own table and sat with flourish.
There were a few more seconds of silence before Sirius chose to walk into the Hall, everyone looked at him and then began talking avidly amongst themselves.
"Well Potter, it seems you have improved your image, well done." Narcissa lifted her goblet toward him with a wane smile.
He nodded, glancing over her shoulder to briefly meet eyes with Lucius and turned. He couldn't take the blonde seriously, not when he had his arm possessively around Sirius' cousin. What had happened this morning must have been a fluke.
The soft thrum of his new snake belied the falseness of that stray thought though, Lucius wanted him, it was as simple as that.
Harry snuck a quick peek out the corner of his eye toward his ex-lover. Severus seemed different today; it was a good different, Harry decided, since he wasn't sitting as closely to Mia as he had been the previous day.
Maybe my new attitude affected him somehow; he did say he wanted me to be more Slytherin.
He smirked silently. It wouldn't be that easy to win him over this time, Harry was going to have work his little arse off if he wanted to get Severus back. He counted on a challenge, especially if Mia was still in the picture.
She seemed different too, subdued maybe? He wouldn't get his hopes up. It seemed she hadn't removed the glamour on her eyes either.
Stupid bitch, trying to win Severus over with a copy of my eyes. She must know he's partial to green; she's definitely done her homework.
Unwillingly he looked toward his own "girlfriend" he desperately hoped Severus didn't have feelings for Lily still. He also hoped that James would stop being stupid and ask her out, but that didn't seem likely to happen anytime soon.
I'd probably grow wings before James choked up the nerve to ask Lily out, stupid sod, why does he have to be so stubborn?
He ignored the voice in his head that said he was exactly the same when it came to stubbornness, opting instead to filling his plate with breakfast.
A nudge at the side of his neck alerted him to the snake and he discretely lifted a piece of bacon, wincing as his fingertip was nipped in the process.
"Can you try to be a little less violent?" He whispered.
Sorry, but we're hungry! A small voice hissed in his ear.
Harry continued to secretly feed the tiny mouths, making sure no one was watching his odd behavior. When the Runespoor refused another bite of meat Harry tucked into his own breakfast, content that his companion was fed.
His gaze shifted as he ate silently, there were still people watching him curiously, his new attitude surprising to most.
Eck, I don't feel like dealing with this all day. He inwardly muttered. I suppose I can skive off for the day.
His mood immediately lightened and he decided he was finished eating.
Sending a quick shield around Lily, who just happened to be sitting a bit closer to James then she should have been, Harry rapidly whispered a volley of hexes, his wand discretely pointing toward the Gryffindor table.
Screams rose up and everyone turned in the direction of the flailing youths. The Marauders found themselves being attacked by their food and dishware. Syrup dripped over their heads as pieces of toast battered them in the face and bacon stuffed itself into their mouths to halt their curses. The forks and knives danced around their heads in a floating parade as the goblets clashed together like cymbals.
Everyone laughed.
Take that James. Harry smirked as he calmly left the Hall.
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Surprisingly, quite a few people had decided to skip classes that day. Harry managed to hold back his question as he spied a few Slytherins spread out on the couches.
"Decided to stay in today?" He drawled.
The first years jumped in surprise and turned toward the intruder.
"Hey, you're Harry Potter." One pointed accusingly.
Harry grinned. "Yes, last time I checked."
"You're the one everyone is talking about?" A witch asked curiously.
He shrugged easily. "I suppose. How are the rumors these days by the way?"
A bright eyed boy leaned forward eagerly. "They say you're having a torrid love affair with a Gryffindor."
"And that you were the lover of Severus Snape." Another girl put in.
Wow, that pretty much sums up everything. "Interesting." He said aloud. "I didn't think they would spread so fast."
"You don't care?" One of the boys asked in surprise.
"Not particularly. It happens to the best of us." Harry shrugged uncaringly. "So you'd better watch what you do too, or someone might decide you're "what's new" in the rumor mill."
That seemed to scare them a bit and Harry smiled, choosing to sit on the arm of one of the loveseats.
"Are you enjoying your year so far?" He asked conversationally.
"It's alright." A girl shrugged.
Hm, must be a pureblood. Harry nodded. His movement seemed to have awakened the Runespoor from its nap because in the next moment it was sticking one of its heads out curiously and tasting the air with its forked tongue.
Gasps of shock surrounded him and Harry smiled again. "Don't be scared, it doesn't bite." At least I don't think they do.
"What is it?"
Harry winked. "It's a Runespoor." He informed as he pulled out his friend, exposing the three heads which began waving through the air with interest.
"A Runespoor?" The whisper held awe. "How did you get your hands on one of those?" The boy obviously knew about the magical creature.
Harry shrugged and shifted the snake along his neck, draping the orange scales in a way that they glimmered in the early light. "I have connections." He replied airily.
Connections, yes. One of the heads hissed in amusement. Lucius is a good connection to have.
The middle head turned sleepily. Let him have his moment, perhaps he has something planned, something Slytherin and sneaky that he will use us for.
Stupid dreams for a stupid brain. The left hissed scathingly. He has nothing planned, he's just being cocky.
Their hissing grew louder and more venomous and the Slytherins watching backed away in horror.
"Stop it!" Harry growled under his breath.
The three heads turned at his command and sulkily obeyed.
Harry smiled weakly. "Well, I'd better be going; these three don't seem to like an audience."
The Slytherins agreed quite readily and Harry made his departure with a soft growl, deciding he'd much rather walk the corridors then be cooped up inside.
"You three had better behave yourselves; I don't appreciate being embarrassed by your stupid bickering." He warned.
They started it. The middle head hissed petulantly.
"I don't care who started it, I'm stopping it."
Really Master, it's in our nature to argue. The right hissed with a quiet murmur.
The left hissed laughingly. Yes, because some of us our smarter then others.
Harry sighed irritably, perhaps Lucius had ulterior motives behind his "gift" the three headed snake was beginning to grind on his nerves. It probably wouldn't be too long before Harry went insane.
"Tell me about yourselves." He finally said. "I'm afraid I don't know much about your species, only that you are very rare."
The right head raised his neck a little higher then the rest and seemed to preen. We are a Runespoor, a three headed snake with three brains, yes?
"Er, yes." Harry nodded, not understanding where this was going.
We each have a different personality. It hissed again. I am the planner.
The middle head seemed to smile sleepily. I am the dreamer.
And I'm the brains. The left head scoffed.
The right head snapped at the sarcastic left and hissed with irritation. He is the critic if you couldn't tell.
"Hm, this is interesting, I suppose I now understand why you bicker so much. Your three personalities seem to clash a bit."
Indeed. The right agreed.
"So what am I supposed to call you?" Harry pondered.
Why not just refer to us as our talents? Critic hissed.
Dreamer nodded. That would be nice, then when we are great, people will know our names.
Shut up you stupid fool. Critic spat. Merlin I can't stand you.
Don't call him a fool, he has more ideas then you could ever possibly hope to have. Planner chided.
Fangs flashed and before Harry could stop them, the three had begun stabbing at each other again.
"Dammit! Will you stop?" He stomped his foot as he stopped walking. "It's no wonder your species is so rare, you're all off killing yourselves over petty things!"
"I see you are enjoying my gift." An amused voice sounded behind him.
Harry whirled around and stared at Lucius with suspicion. "Following me again?" He asked flatly.
"No." Lucius returned calmly. "Just walking the halls, looking for new victims." His eyes crawled up Harry's form.
"Well I thought I saw a few Ravenclaws a few portraits back." Harry offered, pretending not to notice the leer.
Lucius stepped closer. "You look nice enough." He murmured silkily.
Is he trying to be obvious? Critic snorted.
I think it's romantic; it's a courtship between wizards. Dreamer hissed.
Harry groaned and shook his head. "I don't like him okay?"
"So I was correct, you are a Parselmouth." Lucius whispered, eyes glinting with thought.
He stiffened. "I'd like to know how you found that out." Harry glared. "I haven't told anybody, not even James."
Lucius shrugged and moved even closer, his breath hot on Harry's cheek as he gently stroked the Runespoor's body.
"I have my ways."
Harry twitched, and tried not to react to the closeness of their bodies. The heat between them was tense and he inwardly moaned. This was torture! Lucius knew what he was doing too, he slowly moved his palm upward and cupped Harry's cheek in its warmth.
"Such lovely skin, it's so smooth." He murmured as he ran his fingers across the flushed skin and brushed back a dark strand of hair. "Your eyes are deep pools of emerald Harry, I can see why there are so many after you."
What? No one's ever hinted at having an interest in me. Harry's eyes lidded at the feelings rushing through him.
He couldn't stop Lucius from leaning forward, just as he couldn't stop the firm lips from pressing against his own. He found he didn't want to either.
More.
Fingers tangled through his hair as Lucius pulled Harry's body closer, embracing him to his chest in a gentle motion. The nibbling at his lips tickled Harry, and he opened his mouth as a slick tongue rubbed against his own wanting digit.
This can't be real, it's too good. Severus, he never did this willingly. Harry whimpered, eyes tightly shut. There was always something he wanted afterward.
Harry pushed against the taller wizard, he felt like he was burning from the inside out. Lucius held his salvation from the fire; he held the cool touch of hope.
You have an audience. Planner hissed in warning.
Emerald eyes shot open in fear and he pushed away from the older teen as he turned around.
Severus.
He groaned and dropped his head onto Lucius' shoulder. It figured that the one person who he wouldn't want to see this would be the one to find them.
Damn. He shook his head and lifted his gaze once more to stare at the stunned wizard.
"Severus." Lucius purred, pulling Harry closer to his body. "Fancy meeting you here, shouldn't you be in class?" He narrowed silver eyes.
There was a moment's pause but Severus gained his wits quickly. "I could ask the same of you." He glowered darkly, refusing to look at Harry.
"I was meeting my lover." Lucius gestured toward the smaller form. "I think that's reason enough.
"What! Lucius, you had better – " A smooth hand silenced his protests.
"Now, now Harry, I promise there will be enough time for that later." He smirked at the hooked nosed teen. "When we are alone."
Severus stiffened, looking from Harry to Lucius in quick succession and then turned sharply with a huff. His footsteps were hurried as he rounded the corner without a backwards glance.
"Why did you do that?" Harry demanded angrily. "You've probably ruined my chances even more then James did!"
Lucius tightened his hold and Harry froze. "He doesn't deserve you Harry, I want you. I will have you." He leaned down and nipped at his earlobe with a quick nuzzle. "Tomorrow is the beginning of Dumbledore's foolish competition. Be ready for me."
He released the boy and began to walk away with purposeful strides.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Harry frowned. I already told him I wasn't participating in that stupid thing.
"You'd better stop following me Lucius!" He called after the blonde. "I won't hesitate to hex you next time!"
The elder merely waved over his shoulder with a lazy wink. "I'll see you later Harry."
"What is wrong with him?" Harry shook his head as he watched the teen leave.
He likes you. Dreamer sighed.
Harry glared. "Shut it."
AN: Yeah…don't know where this is going, don't worry though; it won't end up LM/HP. And I couldn't find Zoomi, so if there r any mistakes, sorry.
-Red