A/N: Yaw6113: here you go. now I kinda feel good I have a few chapters ready to publish. I don't always, but since I do, and I got another review for it, here you go.
"Misters Lupin, Snape, Potter, Black, Pettigrew, Shacklebolt and Miss Evans, Nott, and McKinnon please stay back."
When all the students but those named were left, the professor continued. "Mister Shacklebolt and Miss Nott and McKinnon, for correct answers take one point each, and you are free to leave."
When they each made their way to the Great Hall for a snack, they saw that the wall by the entrance became smooth and writing was on it. Each house had a list of all students, all years. Next to each name was the number fifty, except next to Marlene McKinnon, Jacqueline Nott, and Kingsley Shacklebolt there was fifty one.
"Now, each of you I have to talk to privately. Who needs to get to their next class first?"
Potter, Black, and Pettigrew simultaneously stepped back, saying, "not me!" and then a variation of liking being late if they could get a teacher's note.
"Alright. Miss Evans. "He motioned for her to follow him, and she stepped away. He then murmured something, and to the rest of them, a bubble appeared around the two, with nothing but a mist being seen inside, and no noise coming through either. Inside the bubble, Harry muttered in parseltongue, alright. How the hell am I supposed to explain this…
Explain what? Lily asked.
"Merlin's bloody beard!" He then cursed up a storm to make a sailor blush, thankfully with lower volume so Lily only, thankfully, caught every other word.
"Professor?" Lily asked shyly, trying to figure out what was wrong.
"I apologize, Miss Evans, that just came as a surprise. You do know you switched to parseltongue, right?" her eyes widened, and he continued, "I got a notification that a daughter of a House I'm the Head of has been discovered from Gringotts, supposed muggleborn Lily Evans. House Slytherin. Now, this might cause some issues. You know that Dark Lord that's prowling around, Voldemort I think he calls himself?"
"Of course I know about him. Everyone in this whole entire school has either a family member who joined him, or who was killed by him or his followers!" Lily exclaimed.
"Alright, well I'm in the latter category. And there is a small bit of information you might just want to know. He is disowned from House Slytherin, though through some kind of abomination against nature ritual, sacrificing some dozens of virgins, what religious muggles consider to be witchcraft, he gained the ability for himself. And as much as I don't like it, he's bloody powerful. And there's a prophecy about myself and him that basically says we can only be killed by each other. And he will no doubt find out about this, and probably start targeting me or someone close to me. You are fifteen, I know what it's like to have an insane dark wizard targeting you before you can finish school, and I wouldn't wish it on you. I wanted to offer you the option of getting fully disowned from the house, so nobody ever knows you were a part of it, and I can adopt you into House Gryffindor, as I have let slip to the Headmaster that one of the students is a member of a house I am head of, and if anything, that man knows how to stick his nose in when he's not wanted. He's even more manipulative than fate, and fate's a bitch. Sorry for the rant, but I do not want you to get stuck with the Peverell luck."
"Peverell luck?"
"It's an extreme luck unique to members of the Peverell family. There's a theory that the founder of the house was conceived under the influence of Felix Felicis, liquid luck. Peverells are known to have extreme luck, like getting out of impossible to survive situations alive and relatively unharmed after a stay under a healer's supervision, but also it's the luck that gets them into those situations in the first place."
"No, I do want this. I'm going to be targeted anyways. Better have a family member that is obviously magically strong. I noticed how you never used your wand. Keeping you hand in your sleeve as if you are doing wanded magic but pretending it's wandless is smart. But maybe try to get a plain stick and make it look like a wand, to show you have one."
"Smart. Alright. Your green eyes are the family trait, if that wasn't obvious. I see you have parseltongue. Try casting a lumos in parseltongue, to see if you have parselmagic as well." She did, and she could. "Alright. I had better teach you parselmagic as much as I can. You'll need it." he cast a detection spell on her in parsel. "No seers talent at all, thankfully, it's very dangerous, Dark lords have conquered countries single handedly to get control of seers. Aura vision, useful. I'll talk to Hermione, sorry, Professor Ravenclaw is what she'ss going by, she has some books on the topic."
"You're not going by your real names, are you? You and Professor Ravenclaw?"
"No. I'm technically Hadrian Ignotus Peverell, and her Hermione Ambrosia LeFay, officially. There are a lot more details about our lives you will need to know, because I know how harmful withholding information will be, you will hear some of it anyways because we hold all our private discussions in parseltongue. Hermione's blood adopted into my family, and me into hers. You will need occlumency barriers first though. Your classmate Mister Snape had a natural affinity for mind magics, so he could probably teach you. I am adequate at the arts, so if you trust him, it would be better. Although the best way in the beginning is to use a parselmagic secrecy ward. It's tiring, but worth it. I would say after a day of school, you would be able to maintain it for about two hours safely, one of using other magic at the same time."
"How?" Lily asked, eager for new knowledge.
"Just say keep my secrets, ward my words. Parselmagic is actually quite simple, no wand movements or incantations, just a phrase in parseltongue and intent to direct the magic."
"Wow!"
He then took off the bubble, wrote her a note to her next class, and let the eager teen continue on to charms. Next into the bubble was Peter Pettigrew.
"Mister Pettigrew, I have to say, I am impressed. Animagus with such a smooth, quick, an instinctual transformation at age fifteen? Take thirty points, and if you can manage to sneak in or out of my class successfully, that'll be another forty."
"You're not going to report me, sir?" Peter nervously squeaked.
"No, I'm in charge of the Gryffindors, remember? What I would recommend is getting registered with the Switzerland ministry or America's MACUSA. They never give out the information that you're registered unless you're on trial for being unregistered, and even then only the fact that you registered. Explains why they have such high animagus rates in their aurors.."
"Yes sir, thank you!" and Peter strolled out of the classroom, as if the professor had not just been staring through his soul.
Sirius Black got a similar procedure, but with barks of laughter instead of squeaks, and an unanswered question of how the Professor knew when even McGonagall didn't. James Potter got his cloak back, with a promise to confiscate it if it was used inappropriately again, as well as the illegal Animagus talk. Remus Lupin was then called into the privacy bubble.
"Mister, Lupin?"
Remus imagined curling into himself. He knew his friends had gotten points and congratulations for being animagi, but this teacher couldn't have found out on the first day, could he? It took even McGonagall two and a half years to figure it out. "Professor? I'm not an animagus, I have a condition that makes it impossible."
"Yes, yes. Lycanthropy. I know." Aaand, he knew. Remus took a scared step back. "Mister Lupin, if you think I care about that, you're an idiot. One of my closest mentors ever was a werewolf, the one whose wife invented the imperius method. No, what I meant was that my wards detected that you are under the influence of core limiting potions, have several unhealed injuries, and no access to any of the big three methods to control werewolf transformation."
"Professor? There are three? And what are core limiting potions?"
"Core limiting potions. They block magic. I remember taking one type when I was young, for a week until I started getting taught how to control my magic. They Are dangerous when taken for a long time. One type was the one I mentioned, for young children who can't control their magic, many young purebloods take it when going into the muggle world to temporarily eliminate accidental magic. The other type is to limit family magic or gifts, only taken by those who don't want talents being discovered, like seers, metamorphs, or very powerful magic seers. They also limit talents like heightened senses, natural legilimency and occlumency, etcetera. They Are blocking all positive aspects of your lycanthropy."
"There are positives?" Remus asked disbelieving.
"Yes, of course. Helga Hufflepuff invented lycanthropy. Why do you think she would do that? It has since developed to be painful to transform, but back in the day it wasn't, at least according to Godric's journals. Anyways, werewolves always have extremely heightened senses, my mentor said that he could hear through any silencing charms, well, until his son developed a stronger one in his fifth year. They also are known to have larger magical cores, more physical power than average people, and an immunity to all diseases. My mentor actually bit his son when he nearly died from Dragon pox. I don't know where britain gets all these insane notions. Yes, most people are not willing to become werewolves. No, it's not that horrible. You would probably feel worse than normal, though. The wolf is a pack animal, so if you went to a pack reservoir on the full moon, you would feel so much better. However, you aren't taking the potion that allows you to control the wolf, though the side effects make it so that the wolf tries to control you a few days before and after the full moon, so that's understandable. You don't go to a reservoir, and you also don't use the imperius method."
Remus Lupin was gaping at this information. In the back of his mind, he reckoned a lot if people had that reaction to the professor.
"I'm guessing you don't know how to avoid transforming on the full moon either?"
"That's possible!" Remus practically shouted. Gaping was an understatement to describe him.
"Yes, it's possible. The werewolf is like a particularly ugly wolf animagus. An animagus also has to shift at least once every moon cycle or they're forced to on the new moon. Shift right now. I have a barrier between us that it would take some concentration to unravel."
Remus trusted his professor, focused and shifted. Then shifted back. Then shifted there. Then realized just how easy and painless it was.
He tried to stutter out a thank you, but the teacher waved him on. "No need. I'm sending the info to be published in the daily prophet and quibbler by next week anyway. It's common knowledge in most of the rest of the world. Call Mister Snape into the bubble, will you?"
"Yes professor."
"Oh, Lupin, thirty five points for such a unique animagus form."
A still gaping Lupin mumbled to the Slytherin that the professor wanted to see him.
Severus buried his nervousness. All the Gryffindors had come out gaping. Hopefully he wouldn't be reduced to such a pitiful state.
Occlumency shields. Check. Small legilimency tendril to make sure he could predict the professor's actions. Check. Smooth and uncaring mask up. Check.
The professor dropped the privacy bubble he was holding up and just made a wide area privacy spell for the entire classroom.
Mister Snape. I understand you are a natural legilimens, but that does not necessitate reading my surface thoughts, though good job doing that in the first place. Severus heard in the professor's mind. "Snape? You can stop gaping like a common idiot"
"Yeah a Gryffindor" Severus mumbled.
Snape heard the professor mumble, "Twenty years earlier, and still the same sense of humor. Huh"
"Professor, are you alright?" Snape answered, subconsciously in the same hissy tone.
The professor threw his hands up in the air and then pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging his forehead. "Does this whole bloody school speak Parseltongue?"
"Parseltongue, Professor?"
"A magical language all snakes subconsciously understand and speak that gas its own branch, Salazar created a ritual that would tie the talent as family magic to House Slytherin as well as his familiar, a basilisk I should probably visit sometime soon. She is due to give birth once in a thousand years, which is tonight."
"Professor, who else speaks it? Because my father's a muggle, and my mother is definitely not related to Slytherin."
"Lily is the Heiress of House Slytherin, another figurative chimera. I'm descended from both Godric and Sal."
"We did the blood sibling ritual last year."
"Fuck that makes so much sense. I owe Lily some explanations, she's going to be in severe danger because that so-called dark lord thinks he should be head of house Slytherin even with four horcruxes and another few planned. And… don't even tell me where you know about horcruxes from." Snape shut his mouth. "It's Slughorn isn't it? That's where that idiot got the knowledge as well, not that sluggy will admit it. He has a thing for keeping favorite students of talented boys who hate their muggle fathers and try to get reinstated to their mothers pure blood house. You and that dark idiot both. Slughorn and his pineapples."
"Professor?"
"One more person who needs an explanation. Does Lily have good occlumency shields? The stuff I have to tell you both is of the nature that anyone of the Slytherin bloodline needs to know in case something happens to me, knowledge people have killed to gain, and that includes me."
"Yes, Professor."
"Good. Both of you, meet me in my office after dinner. Salazar's chamber is the only place in this castle Dumbledore doesn't have spies."
"Including here, professor?"
"Yes, of course. He will know by now anything I let him know. Our meeting, your and Lily's talents are safe. Maybe I gave that old bastard a proper kick in the ass that will give him a measure of competency."
Snape was staring at his professor's eyes wide. "I should probably invest in proper language. Run ahead to you next class. What I was going to say, I want to see any potions or spells you invent. I don't care about the legality, but I've seen genius students not getting inventions copyrighted and nobody deserves that. No run along," Harry shoes the fifteen year old boy or of his office, mentally laughing at the irony of telling Severus Snape to run along and surviving the encounter.