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Harrison's POV

It had only been one day and he already hated this school. Slytherins hated him for being a mudblood. The other houses mistrusted him for being a Slytherin. That and whoever made their schedules was trying to get someone namely him killed.

Monday
8-9 Charms with Gryffindors
9:10-10:10 Defense against the dark arts. Gryffindor
10:20-12:30 free period
12:30-1:30 lunch
1:40-2:50 History of Magic Gryffindors
3-6 free period
6-7:30 dinner

Most days were the same. The only difference was that on Tuesday and Thursdays they had potions and astronomy. That Friday they would also start flying lessons.

Saturday's had swordsmanship in the mornings. It was not required but recommended for the first years. Second years and above had it in their schedules if they chose it.

He had been intrigued by the professor. He could feel the power that radiated off the man. It was a different kind of power than what he felt with the others. Such power made him curious but cautious.

If the orphanage taught him one thing. It was that adults could not be trusted. The teachers were no different. They turned a blind eye to the bullying that was done to him. His only friend was Severus Snape. A fellow first year. Like him Severus did not have the happiest childhood. His father was physically abusive to him and his mother. They had something along the lines of a kinship between them. It was them against the school.

He sighed as potion's class finished. Professor Slughorn taught it and like all the other professors he ignored the hatred in his class. Especially when it was directed at the two nobodys.

Harrison was sure that if given the chance Severus would be a potion master one day. His talents were natural. All the while Harrison on the other hand struggled to control his magic.

The magic within him wanted to lash out at everyone. For years he had thought it was a disease and he learned to keep it under wraps. At least for the most part. That control helped him here. Surrounded by magic though it was much more difficult.

Something new was tugging at his subconscious. It was similar to the feeling that he had when been brought to Diagon Alley. So far nothing had happened but it was on its way. Whatever it was.

Potions had been their last class. So far their only homework had been reading assignments. It had been easy but boring.

"Hey I'm going back to the common room. Are you coming?"

It was Severus. Harrison rubbed a hand over his eyes. As much as he wanted to spend time with his friend he knew he wasn't safe. Wasn't safe in the common room. The other members of his house would kill him.

Their head of house was the Defense against the Dark Arts professor. While the man had not been friendly towards him he didn't expect this. This uncaring attitude towards the bullied.

He shook his head as he said," I can't. They will kill me in there. I'm going to find an abandoned classroom to practice in."

Severus raised an eyebrow as he said," They won't kill you. Make your life uncomfortable but they won't kill you. Come on let's find a classroom."

Harrison said slightly shocked," You don't have to. There isn't a need for us both to be hated."

Severus said calmly," Slytherins have to stick together. Even if the others don't follow the rule I will. So let's go."

He opened his mouth to continue to argue. A sharp look from Severus made him shut it again. Without much of a choice they went to one of the abandoned classrooms.

A tugging sensation was more insistent on his core. More so than it had been before. It startled him enough that it made him stumble. Severus sent him a strange look but he shook his head. The last thing he wanted was his friend to find out about his strangeness.

Listening to other students he learned that most of them didn't have his issues. Animals weren't scared of them. They couldn't sense magic of wizards or witches. Unless they let others feel their magic. Most of the time it would be Dumbledore or Riddle. Both of which he could feel without them letting loose their holds on their magic.

The tugging on his magic worried him the most. He didn't know what it was from. Or even why it was bothering him the way it did. The lack of information scared him. Scared him more than anything else.

Once they were sure they wouldn't be found out he pulled a feather out of his bag. Severus did the same. While his friend had already mastered the levitation charm. It wouldn't do for the other to be complacent. Making it float was one thing. Getting to move and float at the same time was the real trick.

So far Harrison could not get his feather to float. Twice he made the damn thing explode. No matter what he tried it would either not float or it would explode. It terrified him to try again.

Severus said in a calm tone," Calm down, Harrison. If you are excited your magic will act accordingly. You must be calm if you want the feather to float."

He took long deep breaths. Severus was right. From what their professors said magic reacted to emotions. Dark magic especially was fuelled by emotions.

The concept of dark and light magic confused him. Both magics seemed to be fuelled by emotions. Whether it was calm or erratic emotion. Either way they were still emotions. There weren't many books on the subject either. So he was on his own about finding out about the different kinds of magics.

As his practice continued he began to get more and more frustrated. Just like in the classroom he was unable to make it float. On his fifth try the feather exploded.

With a growl he turned away from it. He hated this! Why wouldn't his magic work for him?

Severus said watching him closely," Maybe we should take a break. Harrison you can't keep doing this. Learning magic takes time. We are all first years."

Yet no one else had made several feathers explode. No one else was having trouble doing even the simplest of magics. No matter where he went he was a freak it seemed.

Harrison said after a moment," I'm going to take a walk," When Severus went to follow him he shook his head," No. Alone Severus."

His friend seemed like he wanted to argue. Then he decided against it. Just like with the older boy you didn't push. Unless you wanted him to delve further into his own mind.

With the silent acceptance Harrison left the room. He went up further into the school. About the time he hit the fifth floor he noticed he was no longer alone. Gryffindors finding an alone Slytherin had decided to take their chances. One of them he knew but couldn't remember how.

One with black hair and hazel eyes said laughingly," Well look what we have here. A slimy little Slytherin. What do you think we should do to him Sirius?"

That's when he remembered this boy. It was James Potter. The Gryffindor bully. He hated anything to do with the Slytherin house. Even one day into the school year he already had a reputation. As a pureblood his skills with magic would far exceed Harrison's own.

Knowing his best chance was to run he took off. Since they blocked his way down he headed up. Hopefully he would be able to find a path that led back down on the other side.

The staircase changed on him halfway to the six floor. Instead of stopping it went straight to the seventh. In the small amount of time he had been there he never explored the seventh floor. For the moment he would have to take his chances. No doubt the Gryffindors were hot on tail.

Upon reaching the seven floor landing he took down the hallway. Only to notice with a grimace that it was a dead end. Pacing before a portrait he tried to find a way to escape.

Upon his third pace he was startled from his thoughts by a strange sound. Looking behind him where the wall had been before now stood a door. What the hell?

Footsteps were rapidly approaching. He knew if he didn't take his chances with the door he was a goner. So he flung it open and closed it just as fast. Then he waited with his eyes closed.

Nothing could be heard from the other side. The door itself remained unmoving against his back. Almost like the ones outside didn't see it.

Tentatively he opened his eyes and was amazed. Around him was something of a library. Books were everywhere. Almost three times the size of Hogwarts own library he knew in this lifetime he would never finish them all. It was amazing to see such a thing.

A voice hissed angrily,§ Go away, Tom. I told you yesterday I won't help you destroy yourself.§

Who? What? His eyes searched the room. Looking for the person that had spoken. In a far corner he saw a portrait. From what he had seen in the full day was that all portraits in the school could talk. Not all of them chose to.

He replied curious,§ I'm not sure who Tom is but I'm not him.§

The voice snapped back,§ Who are you? Come closer boy!§

Harrison flinched and was tempted to turn and leave. If he did that then there was a chance that Potter and his friends were still there. So with a small amount of hesitation he moved into the portraits line of sight.

It seemed they were both shocked at the other's appearance. It only took half a second for Harrison to recognize the portrait at. It was Salazar Slytherin. The Founder of his house.

Marvolo's POV

On his way to the room of requirement he noticed a group of four Gryffindors. Normally he would have snarled at them and sent them on their way. They seemed to be searching for something though. So he listened in.

The Potter heir growled," Where did that slimy snake go? There isn't a place for him to hide here."

The Black heir was the next to speak," I don't know! Could there be a passage? Come on help me look James."

Two brown haired boys tried to push on the walls. Knowing if they kept looking they might stumble across the room. He intervened.

Coldly he snarled," Potter! Black! Lupin, Pettigrew!"

All four boy's jumped. They turned to look at him. Each holding a guilty expression. No doubt they knew he heard what they said about Slytherins.

He said," Leave this area before I assign you a detention."

They looked like they were going to argue. Then they nodded. No doubt they didn't want to get the first detention of the year. Especially given they were first years. They left like kicked puppies with their tails between their legs.

Once he was sure they were gone he paced in front of the wall. He wanted to speak to Salazar now. His mind though kept returning the Slytherin the Gryffindors were looking for.

It would have to be a first year. Even the Potter heir wouldn't be able to take on higher years with four first years. He was just not that talented.

When the door appeared he internally breathed a sigh of relief. If the Slytherin didn't want to be found it would not have appeared. Not that he cared much. Salazar would not speak to anyone but those who could speak parsletounge.

When he entered the room it was the same as it always was. A library with Salazar's portrait in a corner. The distinctive lack of a young Slytherin was intruiging.

He asked suspicious,§ Salazar is there a young Slytherin here?§

The portrait gave him its best are you stupid look as it replied,§ Marvolo you know there is no one here. Even if there was I only speak to parslemouthes.§

He let the hold on his magic loose a little. Trying to sense if someone else was in the room. With a sense of disappointment he didn't find anything. It was just him in the room.

Turning his attention back to Salazar he decided to find the Slytherin later.