dang chapter 3 already

tscchope: i actually went back and fixed some things up, thanks!

Sonia25: i agree, you make total sense.

thoughts, spells, dreams

.:parseltongue:.

Chapter 3

No matter how hard Harry tried, trouble always seemed to trail him everywhere.

In the following weeks from defeating Bellatrix in DADA, the entire school believed him to be evil because he was capable of defeating Slytherin's most capable fighter. Not only were the Slytherins shooting spells at him in the middle of the hall at any chance they got, but the entire Hufflepuff house was keeping him at an arm's length at all times. However, Harry rose to the top of all his classes making him a favorite amongst the teachers. Professor McGonagall seemed to like him just as much as James Potter.

He wasn't that effected by the rumors because of how used to it he was, but had Harry spending a lot of time in the Chamber of Secrets talking with the basilisk.

.:Hi Beleza:. harry greeted the ancient snake as he entered.

.:Hello Harry, you're down here again. Don't you have classes?:. she replied with an amused look

.:No, I've finished them for today. I'm currently hiding:. Harry said with a small smile.

.:This has happened before hasn't it? In your own time perhaps?:.

Harry stared at the snake in shock.

.:How did you know?:.

.:I am the queen of snakes:. she said. .:We have some of the oldest types of magic. I can sense the time magic on you. Don't worry little snake, I won't tell anyone because no one else can understand me:. Beleza said with his new nickname, laughing at her own joke with hisses.

Harry immediately relaxed.

.:Imagine if they found out I could speak your noble tongue. I would be the "Heir" again. But this time, it would be ironic because I would actually be the heir because Salazar Slytherin because he made me heir instead of Tom Riddle in my time:. Harry told her jokingly.

.:You are nicer than him and I prefer you being heir rather than him:.

.:Thank you Beleza:. Harry replied sincerely, liking this snake better than the one from his time.

Harry spent the hours before dinner in Salazar's dueling chamber, spending his magic by obliterating the dummies. When the blocks on his magic were removed, he had so much excess magic to the point that if he didn't use it, it would leak out of him when his emotions were high. Wandless magic came easily to him which was rare for other witches and wizards. Often when he got mad, his magic swirled around him, his eyes blazing. It only happened once in a while because he consciously kept his magic in check. Harry felt out of shape and was dripping in sweat when he finished. He showered and then read until dinner in the company of Beleza.

At dinner that night, Harry watched the Slytherins get pranked with itching powder. If looks could kill, the whole Gryffindor house would be dead eight times over. He knew the Marauders didn't know how to differentiate between funny pranks and bullying, but it wasn't like Dumbledore, or really any of the teachers, did anything about the cruel tricks they played. At times, it seemed like he even encouraged it because he would give an amused look on his face. The dislike of them caused many Slytherins to join the Dark Lord. Severus Snape was a good example of this.

So much is wrong with this generation. Even when I was at school, there wasn't this much animosity between the snakes and the lions.

His father's voice called him out of his thoughts.

"Hey Padfoot, should we give Snivellus here a wedgie to go with his pretty little outfit?"

"Prongs, you're a genius." his godfather's joked along.

He stepped out of the shadows as he watched the two of them begin to cast spells. He may extremely dislike Snape, but he couldn't watch someone get bullied as he had been in primary school.

Harry summoned their wands before any spells could come out and immobilized and disillusioned Snape when their attention was on him. The two boys immediately blanched when they saw him because they remembered him turning his fury on Bellatrix.

"H-h-hey, give us our w-wands back," James said feebly. All Sirius could do was nod along with him.

"I don't know about that. Do you really deserve them?" Harry asked casually, inspecting their wands.

"This is a tool that we wizards feel so entitled to use. Magic gives us the ability to clean up our lives. I can conjure myself a cup and fill it with tea and vanish a disaster in a blink of an eye." Harry told them smoothly. There was a pause as he looked at their wands.

"Isn't the wand such a beautiful... weapon." he whispered the last word. The two boys were trembling as he kept talking. "It can be used to shatter all of your bones. It can banish you out a window and make it look like a suicide. I can transfigure you into a mouse and feed it to a snake." Harry paused as he watched the blood drain from their faces.

"B-but you, you are dark! You're just like You-Know-Who!" James yelled back in an unsteady voice.

"Am I really?" Harry queried. "I think the real question is if I'm Dark, not dark."

"Dark and dark, Light and light. Two completely different forms of magic, yet similar." He paused to let them think about what he had said. He knew that if Snape heard this, he might not go to Voldemort and sell his soul to two control freaks. He was a horrid teacher with an even worse attitude toward him, but he did save his life many times. "There's no such thing as evil magic or good magic. Magic is about intent. Cast a Wingardium Leviosa on someone, drop them from 100 feet up in the air, and watch if they die or not from hitting the ground. Pick any Light spell and it can turn lethal. Light magic is basic magic. The killing curse was originally used to save patients from their agony because it gives them a merciful death compared to living in constant misery. The Cruciatus Curse was used to wake up paralyzed patients and revive their limbs. The Imperius Curse was used to prevent suicidal people from killing themselves. Tell me that all Dark spells are evil. "

"Dark magic is fueled by emotions: anger, sorrow, joy, fear, you name it. They are much stronger than Light spells and much harder cast. the magic called dark is used for torture and pain, which is why people are so afraid of dark magic. Though, people can drown in both of them, which is why they are not used by everyone. Magic is Magic, there is not one way she performs. There are no precedents to what one is capable of."

"All because of one megalomaniac, power-hungry fool decided to use Dark magic to torture for fun, your goat-fucker of a headmaster banned an entire field of magic, and the rest of you follow him like sheep." Harry snarled out when he saw them about to contradict him but decided against it. "I am not Dark or Light, I am Grey. I have no impossible."

"Now, how about I give you orange robes" Harry flicked his wand and both of their robes turned puke orange "And what about some of Dumblefucker's hair" their hair increased in length and turned pearly white. "Do you want a wedgie with that too? Harry asked menacingly as he threw their own question back in their faces. "I hate bullies. They feel like they are better than everyone else when they have even worse problems than the rest of us. You, Potter, may be privileged to the high heavens, live in a manor, and have parents who love you, but not everyone can be as special as you." Potter looked shocked when he described his home life. "Black, I don't care if you hate your family or not, I don't care if they beat you and cruciate you, you don't bully other people. Do you understand me?" He finished and if Black could become paler, he would have fainted.

The silence could have been cut by a knife.

What Harry didn't realize was that magic was swirling around in his hair and his A-K green eyes were glowing the color of death. Shaking, they both stuttered out a yes and fled before Harry could give them their wands back.

Severus lay on the ground trying to figure out the new Hufflepuff. He acted soft on the outside, always helping little first and second years with homework in the library and bringing the homesick ones to the kitchens for hot chocolate, but right now, not only had he never experienced something so chilling, Severus had never felt such enticing magic. It swirled around him like a storm and the magic responded to his fury.

Harry removed the disillusionment on Snape and let him move again, but he just lay on the floor, shaking not from fear, but his magic.

"You idiot, it's almost like you're asking to be hexed." Jameson chastised. "Next time, just shut up. They want you to talk back to them. You already know it's gonna be at least two against one. Give them their wands back, I don't care how you do it." He threw down the two wands and walked away.

Snape laid there for at least a half an hour, soaking in his deadly magic. When his senses came back to him, he slowly staggered back to the Slytherin common room.

"Why are you shaking, Snape? Did somebody ruin your stupid potions play set?" one of the Lestrange brothers jeered once he entered.

Snape could only silently shake his head, his body still shaking from adrenaline from the magic he felt from Jameson.

"Well, spit it out," a girl in the back of the room said.

Snape slowly looked up.

"Jameson. Don't mess with Jameson."

"Huh, what can that little fool do?" another girl growled out. It was Bellatrix. Evidently, she didn't learn her lesson from the first time they crossed wands. Either that or she was plain stupid.

Snape stared her down and slowly started laughing. It was a hollow laugh without the humor behind it and it almost sounded haunted.

"Bellatrix" Snape started slowly. "His magic is terrifying. It is the most dangerous yet captivating thing I have ever felt. You have no idea what he is capable of." Shaking his head, he continued. "He took both Potter and Black's wands with a wave of a hand. He disillusioned and immobilized me with no wand without breaking a sweat. His magic swirls around his body like a whirlpool." The Slytherins listened, enraptured by his description of the new student.

Harry had no idea he now had the Slytherin house watching him closely because was busy destroying more dummies in Salazar's chamber in anger because he slipped up. He let out more than he should have which could have cost him much more than his autonomy.

i write whenever i have free time (not a lot) and at school when i decide not to listen so it might be choppy with some bad grammer and spelling sprinkled in.

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