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The White Winged Angel

Chapter Two

It was September the first and Harry was already in his uniform sitting in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. It was already dark outside the train, and he was sitting alone once again, after James and Sirius came in to introduce him to the rest of the Marauders, Peter and Remus. They had disappeared quickly, saying that they had something to do before they got to Hogwarts, though Harry didn't truly believe them. Harry sighed a little as he looked out the window, he was feeling lonely without his friends, and was missing them terribly.

The compartment door slammed open and Harry jolted out of his musing and started at the teen that had come in. the teen must not have realised that someone else was in the compartment as he was furiously wiping his eyes of the tears that continued to fall. Harry did the only thing he could think of and was to get up and go over to the teen and wrap his arms around him in a comforting hug, the young teen returned it, though Harry was a little shorter that the one he was comforting.

Harry held him and asked, "Are you alright?"

The young teen nodded, "Yes, sorry," he replied as he looked down a little to the one that had comforted him.

"Hi, my name is Harry Black, and you are?" Harry smiled, immediately recognising the pale complexion and stringy hair, along with the large nose.

"Severus Snape," he introduced himself, "I'm sorry for breaking down like that." He was embarrassed that he had done so.

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking." He said as he pulled the young Severus over to the seats and made him sit down.

"My… my mother passed away a few days ago, the funeral was yesterday, my father is a Muggle, but he doesn't mind magic at all, and love me, he loved my mother so much. When she died, he just seamed to collapse, and isn't doing so well now. I wanted to stay at home, but he sent me to school, I just want to make sure he'll be okay, I am so scared that he might do something stupid now that I am not there with him. I couldn't stand to lose him as well." Severus told the stranger, he needed someone to talk to, and it was always easier to talk to a stranger than someone you were close with.

Harry moved closer to the distraught teen and wrapped an arm around him, comforting him, "I really don't know what to say, I am sorry about your mother. But as to your father, I think you should write to him as often as you can, but try to keep the letters light and airy, get him to see that you are there for him, and that you love him. Now, I don't think that was the reason you ran into here in the first place, now would you tell me?"

"Potter and his cohorts, once again humiliating me, they found out about my mother, they were teasing me, saying…" he answered, trailing off as he took a breath, "… saying that my mother couldn't wait to leave me, that she did not care about me. I know she did, but it still hurts to hear those words."

"It is hurtful when some idiot says that. I know it is. Both my parents are dead, and I wish I had more time with them both, the only thing that gets me through a day is that I know they both loved me." Harry told him and gentle smile on his face.

"Thank you." He smiled back, "What year are you in? And what house?"

"I'm just going into my seventh year, don't know what house yet, haven't been sorted. I've been home schooled." Harry answered with a smile.

Severus eyes went wide, "Your seventeen, you look younger than me, like a third year, or a fourth year."

"Thanks for the complement," Harry said a little sarcasm creeping into his voice, "Anyway, I usually forgot to eat when I was growing up, the result is me being shorter than nearly everyone I meet." Harry laughed a little, hiding the truth within a little white lie.

"I did that too, along with mother, my dad was always the one to remind us both that we had to eat, 'You can't survive on Potions alone' he would say. Mother and I were always in the lab brewing something or other. When she got ill, all that stopped." Severus said his voice soft and melancholy.

Harry wondered briefly what it was that turned the young teen from this more happier and softer young man, into the bitter and snappy man that Harry knew in the future. Harry didn't think it was just the incident that would be happening sometime during the school year. Could it be that young Severus father did do something stupid to drive him to Voldemort? He would leave it alone, and just try and be a friend to the young Slytherin, if only to help him get back at the Marauders, Harry was looking forwards to going up against them, if he had the chance.

Harry and Severus continued to talk to one another as the train finished its journey to Hogsmeade Station. When it stopped, the two got off the train and was greeted by the loud shouts of Hagrid, who was calling for the first years and for Harry Black.

"It looks like you will have to go with the first years." Severus said, Harry could detect a little sadness within the dark haired Slytherins voice.

"Year, it looks like it, I will see you later, alright Severus." Harry smiled at the teen reassuringly.

"See you later them Harry," Severus smiled back as he gave a nod then made his way to where the carriages stood.

Harry walked to Hagrid and smiled at him, "Hello sir, you were calling my name."

"You 'Arry Black," Hagrid asked, "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, grounds keeper at Hogwarts."

"Yes, nice to meet you Hagrid." Harry held out his hand.

Harry shook the offered hand and pointed him to wait with the growing group of first year. Harry enjoyed the boat ride over the lake, though he didn't like one of the first year purebloods that was rocking it, scaring a small Muggleborn. When they were handed over to McGonagall, Harry tuned her out, having heard the exact same speech in his own time.

As they walked through to the Great Hall, Harry stayed at the back towering over the small first years, though he knew that he only looked like a fourth year. He wondered what was so important that he had to go back in time, and so far. There was so much that he could change but he knew those things could not be changed as it would change the outcome of the war, and that he did not want to do. He knew that basics that he could not change, like his parents and Sirius, he felt guilty when he thought of the things he could stop from happening.

The sorting hat sung its song of unity, as it did in the future. When it finished the first years were called up one at a time. When Harry was the only one left standing, Dumbledore stood up. Though all eyes in the Great Hall were on Harry, staring in curiosity at the seventeen year old wizard. Harry could feel something much stronger coming from somewhere in the Great Hall, it was not evil, it felt as though Harry's new world would revolved around the owner of those eyes that were boring into his very soul and being.

"As you can all see," Dumbledore started to speak, "we have a new student stating the school, and he will be in his seventh year. I hope that you will all make him feel welcome here. Mr Black, if you could step up and be sorted please." He finished.

Harry smiled and walked up and sat down on the rickety old stool, it was not as beat up as the one in his time, but Harry could see that it was the same one, he wondered briefly as he sat upon it, if it was the same stool that had first been used to help the sorting hat sort the students into their houses. Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat onto his head.

"Well hello Mr Black, or should I say Potter. A traveller from the future. Ah you came here to escape. Someone sent you here, yes, yes important, that little tingle in your magic, the searing in your soul, all very interesting. Now where to put you, Ravenclaw is out, you enjoy learning but not to the extent of that noble house. Hufflepuff, yes there would be alright, you are loyal to all your fiends, but I think that will be a no as well, you friends are not here, so no one would see that side of you. Gryffindor, what you were last time. You would fit in well there, but no I do not think it fair to put you there, with your family so close and they not knowing who you are. Slytherin, your best choice, you would have been great there in the future too, but now I think you are ready to come to terms with that side of yourself, with no one that would look down upon you for being there. You fought me last time on this, will you fight me again?" the hat rambled for a while then asked.

"I will not fight, I think I have made a friend in Severus Snape, and I do not want to lose it so soon by being sorted else where." Harry answered.

"Yes, you will do well with him as your friend. I'm glad to hear you won't fight, well then, SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted aloud for all to hear.

The hat was taken off his head and he got up off the stool. He looked over to the Slytherin table and saw Severus smiling at him a little, Harry smiled back and walked over to the younger teen and sat down. There was not many sitting near to Severus, and for a moment Harry puzzled over it.

"Hello again Severus." Harry greeted and received a small greeting back.

Severus and Harry talked through out the feast, Severus pointed out the more important members of Slytherin House. One was Lucius Malfoy, another seventh year, who was staring at him intently. The blond seventh year, or so Severus told him. Severus said there was a bit of a mystery surrounding the whereabouts of Lucius Malfoy's parents, they had not been seen in recent years. Next to the tall blond was Narcissa Black, yet again another seventh year that was of note, she was said to be betrothed to Lucius, and neither could break the contract between them.

Harry could see no resemblance to the Narcissa Malfoy that he had come to know in the future. Yes the eyes were the same touch of blue, but the Narcissa he knew had a touch of emerald green within hers. The shape of her face was different as well, this Narcissa had a more pointy face, and the other Narcissa's face was a bit more rounded. There were other differences as well, but those were the main ones that Harry could tell straight away, he wondered briefly how she changed them, was it a glamour, or was it nature taking its course.

Dumbledore stood up as the feast came to an end and to all, "It is now time for us to lay down our heads and sleep, lessons begin bright and early tomorrow morning. Prefect if you would."

Students began to rise, first years following the call of their house prefects. Severus volunteered to show Harry where the Slytherin dorms were. They walked to the entrance where Lucius was standing outside of it, waiting for everyone to come in telling them all, the password and to wait in the common room.

Lucius walked into the common room after that last Slytherin walked in. he stood at the front of the group and began to speak. "Welcome to the first years and to Mr Black to Slytherin house. Also welcome back to everyone else. This year it is my turn to greet you all and to tell you the house rules. We are a house and we are united in all, if you have an issue with someone in this house then you keep it in this house, you do not let anyone outside of Slytherin know that there is a problem, if it can not be dealt with by yourself, then inform a prefect, there are a list of prefects on the notice board. If they cannot solve it then we will see the head of Slytherin and he will deal with it, Professor Slughorn does not like dealing with trivial problems, so be warned. If you pull anything, do not get caught, the other teachers will not be lenient to us. We will be helping you get into a routing at Hogwarts, you will be rising early for the first month, we want to make sure that you are dressed impeccably, the prefects will be showing you to your classes, make sure to wait outside so that when we come to get you, none of you will be lost." Lucius nodded over to Narcissa.

Narcissa stood forwards and spoke clearly, a slight snobbish tone to her voice, "it is getting late now. So first, second and third years please go to bed now, light will go off in one hour, so you may catch up with your roommates, to the thirteen first years, the boy will be sharing a large room, and the girls will be sharing a room for a week, after that you can decided if you would like to share a room with one or two of your year mates. To second and third years your rooms are how you wished them at the end of last year. Fourth and fifth years your time will be in an hour, lights out forty five minutes after that. Sixth years, you time is in two hours, you only have half hour until lights out."

"Being sent to bed at nine, like a little kid, that's disgusting, we should be able to stay up as late as we like." Grumbled a first year as she followed the rest of her year mates towards her dorm.

"It is only for the first night, then it goes back to normal. For some of the first years, this is their first time away from home, they may become home sick over the night, this is to make sure that we all get enough sleep, and rise early for our first day." A second year told the grumbling girl.

"What time is it usually?" another first year asked.

"Half ten for first, second and third years. Eleven for fourth and fifth years. Six and seventh years can go to bed when they like, but most tend to go around eleven." She answered the young girl, "well that was what they told me."

"Why don't the seventh years have a time tonight?" the grumbling girl asked, still in a snit.

The second year rolled her eyes, "Because they will have to come up with who will be escorting you to and from your classes for the next month. They have to give the list to the teachers to make sure that they don't get in trouble."

They all went to bed without any more questions being asked. Harry and Severus went to one side of the common room and talked until it was Severus' time to go to bed, leaving Harry alone. Harry was about to go to ask someone where his room was, so that he could go to bed when someone called his name.

"Hey Black, come over here!"

Harry walked over to the group of seventh years and said softly, "Yes?"

"We just want to get to know you, and to know more about you." Narcissa said as she indicated a chair nearby.

"Not much to know." Harry murmured as he sat down.

"We'd still like to hear it." Lucius said, his silvery blue eyes burning into Harry's.

"Your name is Black, but your not one of my families relatives, none that I know of at least, and I know most of them." Narcissa asked a little curiously.

"I am, I'm from the Scottish branch of the Black Family," Harry told them all.

"You don't sound Scottish," Lucius noted as the others nodded.

"Just because I am from the Scottish branch, doesn't mean that I lived in Scotland. I grew up around the Surrey area." He told them all, "Now if you don't mind, I am somewhat tired, and would like to go to bed, can someone show me where I will be sleeping please." He asked politely, though he was a little peeved about the questions, though he was thankful that there was really only one.

Darius Pucey was the one to get up and show him to his room. "You'll be sharing with Lucius, he isn't to happy about it either. He has had that room to himself throughout his time here, only to have to share it with you during his last year." He scowled at Harry as he spoke.

"I can't help that." Harry rolled his eyes and he went into the room and got ready for bed. Laying down on the bed where his trunk was stood.

He lay for a while staring at the Slytherin green canopy above his bed and thought of those the he had met so far today. Severus, he was so different from the man that he knew, but then, he truly did not know Severus in the future. Lucius Malfoy sounded much like his pompous self, before he was found out to be a spy. Then there was Narcissa Black, she looked nothing like the kind and helpful woman that he knew, and so far he had found this past Narcissa snobbish and uncaring.

Harry sighed and rolled over. It was best not to think of things like that, though he truly couldn't help it, he missed his friends.

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