A/N! Ok so as promised here is chapter 2. Yes, I actually waited until Friday and yes I will probably wait until next Friday to post the next chapter.
To anyone that is interested I'm already done with chapters one through five in the next book.
To anyone who may be wondering what pairing this will turn out to be...well I really actually don't know yet, I have a general plot line but my mind is running wild on this one.
There will be lots of torture and blood the further the story progresses but they are written with purpose. I intend for Harry's character to be visibly different from other children, an obvious contrast and that can only be achieved through experiencing things that most children and even adults have not seen. In the first book he is still a bit innocent despite having been abused for much of his younger life (and despite having been the cause for Vernon's death) So don't freak out if he doesn't respond the way a normal child does.
Onwards then...I Have a bit of a problem, maybe one of you tech savy people can help me with. When I sent my beta the original of the story and they finished editing it we realized that she has a more modern version of windows than my computer will accept so they were nice enough to put it in pdf file form for me. The problem is that when I transferred everything back to the word document something went off. I don't particularly know the direct terms for it but I'm having to go through line by line and delete and press space over and over and over. If anyone knows what this is called or how to fix it without me doing that then I would greatly appreciate your help. I would rather not spend hours fixing the formatting when I could be continuing with the next story.
Let me know what you think!
Mistress Slytherin
Chapter 2
Year one, a new world.
Harry sighed as he sat in the empty carriage his mind spinning with the events of the past few days. He was a wizard. That alone had been a difficult concept to come to terms with.
Of course his aunt had been more than glad to be rid of him as she went into 'mourning' much of which included raking in her husband's hefty insurance money and cashing the many checks she'd received during and after the funeral. The elderly man, Dumbledore it turned out was the headmaster at a wizarding school that Harry was to attend. In a whirlwind of events Harry had found himself the proud owner of a large vault filled with gold. Dumbledore of course had promptly set about retrieving the many various items he would need for the start of the term. Harry had been so stunned and so shocked by the discovery of this new world that he'd simply followed the man around in a daze soaking up the many impossible things that seemed to be daily occurrences to the others wandering around Diagon Ally.
Carefully he pulled his wand from his pocket.
He should hate it.
The brother wand to the wand that killed his parents- but they were dead. He'd long ago given up mourning for them, in his heart of hearts he still sometimes envisioned a world where they had lived, but it was a dead wish. It was almost like a song that had been played too many times. Instead he wondered about the man who had killed his parents. Had he been like Harry? Broken by desperation, unwilling to let himself hurt any longer? The man, Olivander told him that the man, Voldemort was a very great and powerful wizard. Had he done what Harry dreamed of doing? Had he tried to create a world where no one could hurt him? Harry traced his wand thoughtfully. Dumbledore hadn't been forthcoming in his answers instead he'd looked sad and wary, but Harry wanted to know. His parents were dead; there was nothing that could change that. He was on his own now if there was some one out there, someone like him…he would like to meet them. Maybe then, he wouldn't be so alone. He frowned at the thought. Alone. He was better off that way, safer; no one could hurt him if he was alone. Harry startled as the cabin door slid open and white blonde hair filled the doorway.
"Room for one more?" The boy asked though he strode in and sat down before Harry could say anything.
"Sure." Harry said adopting the face he always wore at number four. Polite, always calm and polite willing to help- the perfect nephew. Two large hulking figures stumbled in and took a seat on either side of the boy who held out a hand.
"My name's Draco Malfoy and this is Crabb and Goyle." He said jerking his thumb at the two boys beside him. Harry took the cocky boy's hand and smiled thinly.
"Harry Potter." He said inwardly grinning at the boy's suddenly shocked expression. He'd learned very quickly upon arriving in the wizarding world that while in the muggle world he was invisible, in the wizarding world he was a hero.
"No way!" One of the larger boys gasped leaning forward slightly. Harry grimaced; he never liked it when people go too close to him, especially large people with hulking forms like his uncle. Draco reluctantly released his hand and smirked slightly.
"Well, welcome back to the wizarding world Potter." He said his mind working visibly.
Harry dropped his polite expression. He knew that look- the boy wanted to use him. But in this world Harry was free, and there was no way he'd go back to being a lackey.
"Careful Malfoy." He said quietly his expression cold. "I'm not the servant type." He said jerking his head at the two boys sitting beside Draco. Harry knew his type, the boy screamed of Dudley, spoilt rotten and using his strength to surround himself with people that would agree with him. Malfoy looked shocked before leaning back and nodding carefully. Immature as the boy was he'd always been raised with certain expectations.
"Alright Potter, if you say so." Malfoy said holding out a hand. Harry smiled his polite expression returning in a flash. "Friends?" Malfoy asked smirking. Harry grasped the boy's hand. He was better off alone he reminded himself. But if he was going to keep himself from getting hurt he needed someone with power to lean on until he could stand on his own.
"Sure!" He said cheerfully.
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Harry yawned quietly and leaned back in his seat pushing aside the heavy tome. He had learned quickly upon arriving at Hogwarts that he was woefully ignorant of the world he'd entered. Malfoy seemed to take great pleasure in lecturing him on well, nearly everything around him which Harry soaked up because he knew he'd be a fool not to. For example, before arriving he'd had no clue that there were four houses that one could be sorted into. The fact that he'd been sorted into Slytherin seemed to cause an uproar and Harry hadn't known why until Draco had explained it to him.
"They probably thought you'd be sorted into the lions den- Gryffindor like your parents. After all, heroes are supposed to come from that house." He'd said rolling his eyes. "No one would have thought that you would end up in the snake house, they think that Slytherin is full of dark wizards that are out to get them. Don't be surprised if they go from treating you like a legend to treating you like a pariah." Harry had frowned at that. It was true of course. Everywhere he went people stared and whispered, it had gotten to the point where he'd begun to study ahead hoping to learn a few spells to help him sneak around. It was fine by him though, he didn't need any one. He was special, better than all of them- or at least he would be.
"Potter?" Harry jumped at the velvety soft voice of his head of house. Severus Snape seemed to take a distinct disliking to him from the first day. "What are you doing still awake, it's nearly two o' clock in the morning." The man said frowning his gaze drifting over the many books Harry had strewn out around him.
"Sorry sir, I couldn't sleep." Harry said looking away. No, he couldn't sleep, not with Vernon's face lurking in every shadow.
"So you decided to study?" the man demanded lifting the edge of one of the books to see the front cover. "About the history of the wizarding world?" He said raising his eyebrows. Harry ignored the blush that threatened to spread across his cheeks. "Why?" The man demanded sitting down in the chair and relighting the fire in the fireplace. Harry shivered he hadn't even realized that it had gone out.
"I don't know anything." He admitted quietly. "People seem to know more about me than I do…I didn't even know my parent's names before I came here." He said shaking his head in annoyance.
"You…don't know?" Snape said frowning deeply his eyes glittering strangely. Harry nodded.
"The day headmaster Dumbledore told me I was a wizard I found out for the first time that my parents hadn't died in a car crash like I'd always been told. I don't even know what they look like." He said running his fingers through his hair. He shouldn't be telling Snape all this- really he shouldn't, the man could use it against him. He shook his head. Trust no one. "Never mind it's stupid I'll go to sleep sir, sorry for staying up so late." He said reaching forward to gather up his books.
"No…Potter, it's good that you're showing so much ambition. However, that book is flawed and its author biased, if you would like I could write up a list of books that I know for a fact lean more towards the truth." Harry looked up at the man in shock only to feel suspicion creep into the edges of his mind. Still…he needed all the help he could get.
"Thank you…but…why sir?" He asked cautiously. "What are you getting out of this?" He said backing away slightly. The man's frown deepened.
"You're a Slytherin to the core aren't you?" he muttered to himself. "What could have made you so afraid of the world…?" Harry stiffened and physically took a step back his expression shifting to being polite.
"You don't have to trouble yourself sir, I'll figure it out." He said flicking his wand at the rest of the books and directing them to his bag. "Good night sir." He said lifting the bag.
"Potter." Snape said halting his movements. "I am your head of house it is my privilege to guide the students under my care, furthering their education is part of that privilege. Drop by my office tomorrow after your last class." Harry gazed at the man for a moment.
"Nothing is without its price sir." He said hesitantly. Snape smirked slightly from where he sat the firelight playing on the small crease of his smile.
"True enough, then you will help me organize my storage closet in return. Who knows, you might even learn a thing or two about potions." He said causing Harry to blink in shock.
"Tomorrow after my last class then sir…thank you." He said softly before slipping out of the room. Snape frowned deeply in the dim light of the fireplace.
"You have some answering to do Albus Dumbledore." He said softly before standing and slipping out of the room.
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Harry hesitated briefly before knocking on his head of houses office door. The man had shown him blatant dislike from the first day, he might even hate him for some reason or another…was it really wise for him to be alone in the same room with the man? Still, he needed information. He pressed his lips into a thin line and rapped on the large wooden door three times in succession. "Enter!" Came the voiced demand. Harry quickly grabbed the handle took a deep breath and entered the room. Snape was behind a large table that was covered with scrolls and notes glaring down at what looked to be a math problem though Harry had never seen the likes of it before.
"Professor?" He said making his way closer to the desk only to flinch when the man rose his annoyed glare towards him.
"Ah, Potter." He said shortly before setting the quill he'd been twisting in his fingers down with an audible snap. "There are known to man a grand total of four-thousand, two hundred and sixty-eight varieties of feathers that can be used in potions." He said his tone clipped. Harry blinked widely at the man as he lifted a large book and settled it atop of an already large pile of books. "Consider this and a few other menial tasks I may ask of you your payment for the books you've requested. I want you to memorize the information in this book, all four-thousand, two hundred and sixty-eight descriptions as well as the names and origins of the birds or feather bearing creatures in which we find each feather."
Harry frowned at the book. "You have a month to do so." Snape added narrowing his eyes slightly. "In that time, should you manage to achieve your task I will be willing to make a bargain with you." He said lifting a large, old weather beaten box. "This is what remains of the explosion at Godrics Hollow, the only personal photographs of your parents that to my knowledge exist, are in this box as well as a few personal artifacts." Harry's eyes grew wide and a secret thrill of longing rose up inside of him.
"You want me to memorize four-thousand, two hundred and sixty-eight different varieties of feathers that can be used in potions? That is your price?" He said cautiously. Snape smirked his eyes glinting.
"No Potter I'm afraid you misheard me, I said that you will learn all four-thousand, two hundred and sixty-eight different varieties of feathers as payment for the books you requested. If you do so and when I test you I find that you have in fact learned what I assigned to you, then I will be willing to bargain for the contents of this box." He said leaning his hip against the desk and crossing his arms. Harry tilted his head to the side.
"That's all?" He said glancing down at the box. Memorizing things had never been a difficult task for him; after all he'd been memorizing things for his aunt and uncle for years. "Alright." He said lifting the large book. Determination welled in him.
"Yes, that is all, however before you go you should know that you will be coming here every evening this month in order to help me organize my storage closets. The use of feathers while an important part of potions is not the only ingredient needed and while Hogwarts may not have all four-thousand, two hundred and sixty-eight different varieties of feathers it does have a great number of them and other ingredients. All of these must be sorted and cataloged; the headmaster has finally gotten around to charming a self-updating book for me, however in order for it to work the original names and numbers must be imputed. Of course I have been meaning to go through the storage room for several years now simply because of how much of a trial it is to find anything in there any more." He groused quietly to himself.
"You want me to organize it for you then?" Harry asked tilting his head to the side. Snape nodded jerkily.
"Out of all the essays I received at the beginning of the term including those atrocities that the sixth and seventh years call essays, your handwriting was the neatest and most legible by far. You will come here every evening after dinner and leave only after you have completed the task I've given you. Seeing that you have a hard time sleeping I doubt that this will present a problem." He said standing. "Follow me." He muttered with a dismissive wave of his hand. Harry glanced once more at the box on the desk before following the man out the office door and down the hallway. "I will have to teach you several spells that are a few years above your level but if your performance in charms is as Flitwick says they are I doubt you will have much difficulty." He hesitated briefly causing Harry to nearly run into him. Slowly the man turned his head slightly.
"Sir?" Harry asked shuffling back a bit.
"You mother was exceptional at charms I suspect that you got your talent from her." He said before turning abruptly and continuing down the hall. Harry silently followed clinging to the scrap of information like a lifeline as they made the rest of their quiet journey to the store rooms.
"Hello Snape!" A portrait greeted cheerfully causing Harry to nearly jump out of his skin.
"Good evening Marcus." Snape greeted. "This here is young mister Potter; I've assigned him the task of organizing the store rooms so he'll be here every night." The portrait raised his eyebrows and peered down at Harry.
"Oh? Very well then, Password?" Snape turned to Harry with a hard expression.
"Listen carefully Potter, I am going to give you the password because I'm not about to baby sit you, however, should anything go missing I will know and should you tell anyone the password you will never again see that box." Harry nodded with wide eyes.
"Yes sir." He said shrinking back slightly. He hated when adults did this to him, he hated that he was actually afraid of it. Snape straitened and turned back to the portrait.
"Scientia potentia est." He said easily before turning back to Harry with a thoughtful look as the portrait sung open. "A word of advice Potter, you will find that in the Wizarding world many of our spells are written in Latin. It would behoove you to learn the language." Harry nodded absorbing the information as Snape turned and slipped into the room. Harry followed after the man gasping at the sheer size of the room. He had to clean all this? Snapes eyes glittered at the sight of the room. "Impressive isn't it?" He said sounding breathless before approaching a large dusty tome. "Of course I will have several house elves helping you." He said smirking at Harry's horrified expression. "But they are rather excitable creatures and will need supervision, besides they will be here primarily for the grunt work. You will be doing the organizing and cataloging." He said opening the large tome. "There are twelve floors in total, until now various potions ingredients have been haphazardly placed in general categories and left unkempt. That will be put to an end." He said flicking his wand at a large crate summoning it towards them. "Because of the magical properties of the ingredients it would be difficult and unwise to simply throw out the ingredients that are no longer of any use to us." Harry shook his head as another large tome appeared.
"Sir…you expect me to get this done in a month?" He asked in shock. There was no way…no way at all that he would be able to achieve such a thing. Snape smirked.
"Of course not Potter, I expect that it will take until well into your third year if not your fourth year." He said pointing a finger at his head. "But the knowledge that I have to offer you ranges well beyond that of the general history of the wizarding world, I could teach you things that aren't written in any books. I see your ambition Potter and it is a quality that will get you far in this world if provided the right sort of care." He said smirking. Harry narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I won't let you use me." He said stiffly. Snape rose an eyebrow.
"Potter despite what others may like to assume I am quite willing to teach an attentive pupil, aside from that while I do have my motives they will not in any way harm or abuse you-" he hesitated upon seeing Harry flinch at the word abuse before continuing as if he'd never stopped. "-but rather they are there to help you. If any one should ask of course you are being punished for some grievous error or another, the only person that need know of our deal is well aware of it." Snape said with a slight frown. Why Dumbledore had suggested it was beyond him but then the man's plans always were out of his range of understanding. There was probably some moral reason behind it all that Severus would never come to understand, but then the headmaster didn't know about the other deals he would be making with Potter in the future. If the boy was to survive in this world he needed all the help he could get and Merlin be damned if he didn't help Lily's child. Lily's child…
Looking at those familiar green eyes every day would be his own personal form of self torture, though he could never make up for what he'd done.
"Sir?" Potter asked looking up at him with hesitant untrusting eyes. Snape had the urge to pummel whoever had put that look in a child's eyes. Instead he turned back to the large tome.
"For now I will have the elves retrieve everything from their shelves and organize them into crates by category. Be glad that I'm not having you do this Potter, if I did you'd be here until well after graduation, instead I will need you to make a count…" Harry listened raptly as the man explained in detail what he wanted done. The instructions were complex and Harry could tell that the man was putting a lot of faith in him to be entrusting him with this. It almost felt…good, Snape may be a right git most of the time but maybe…maybe there was more to him than everyone assumed. He didn't fully understand the man's motive, but even he had heard the rumors about the man's genius. Snape was revered in most every potions guild and had created many of the potions that were commonly used today. Harry was no potions master but he knew just by looking at the large room filled with potions ingredients that creating a potion was no small feat. "…Any questions?" Snape asked eventually. Harry shook his head staring wide eyed at the book. The task seemed impossible- but he could do it…he'd prove to the man that he could, he'd prove to everyone that he was better! Determination welled inside of him. "Very good, get to work then." Snape said handing him a pair of dragon hide gloves that had been sized down to fit him.
That night- or rather early the next morning as Harry collapsed into bed covered in dust, grime and countless other rather disturbing bits and pieces he slept quietly. No visions of Vernon's bloated face or of nameless faces and pain, instead there was a sort of blissful exhaustion.
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Harry leaned heavily against his floating broomstick as he watched the others struggle to get theirs to float into the palms of their hands. Harry was rather unsure about flying on a broomstick, in his experiences brooms were there to clean with and provide the occasional paddle to hit someone with- not to fly around with. Also, the idea of forcing his rather tired and sore body to do more physical exercise was not an appealing one. Cleaning out the store rooms he found were an arduous task indeed. He had to sort through each of the heavy boxes looking through the seemingly endless book that Snape had provided him with for instructions on how to tell if the ingredient was fresh or not. It had taken him three days to notice that the handwriting in the book was the same handwriting that marked his potions essays, and another two days to realize that the book had been spelled to fit far more content that it rightly should have. It was another four days before Snape stopped by and sounding rather smug told him that he could simply place his wand against the margin and read off the label of the bottle and the book would turn to the page he needed. Suffice to say he was rather tired and frustrated with it all. Not to mention that he had to wear the sweaty smelly dragon hide gloves all the time to keep his hands safe- or that he made his way back to the dorms smelling like a troll most nights-
"Now swing your leg over the broom!" Madam Hooch called her eyes flickering over them with uncanny intelligence. Harry sighed and winced as he forced his sore leg over the handle of the broom feeling ridiculous as he did so. He yawned slightly and almost fell over when one of the Gryffindors let out a yelp as he lost control of his broom. Harry hardly had time to duck before the boy went soaring past his ear flying wildly up and around one of the towers. Harry watched with wide eyes as the boy began dipping jerkily down and then back up again and then around in a circle only to crash his broom head on into one of the stone towers. Harry winced as he watched the broom splinter and throw the boy off. It was only by sheer luck that the falling boy managed to catch his cloak on one of the torch sconces halting what could have been a rather deadly fall. Harry froze as the boy's flushed face came into view his eyes bulging out as he stared at them pleading for help- images of uncle Vernon flashed before his eyes and suddenly it wasn't a Gryffindor hanging by his cloak…it was his uncle. Harry could hear his pulse as it quickened- a thrill raced through him…he wanted to see the man hurt again, die again…and then the boy was falling and a loud sickening crack snapped Harry out of his thoughts. He stood silently feeling just as pale and shaky as he had that day as he'd watched the light go out in Vernon's eyes. Madam Hooch rushed over to the fallen boy and helped him stand causing him to groan as his obviously mangled wrist was shifted.
"Ohhh looks like a broken wrist…" Harry frowned. A broken wrist? That was all? He almost felt- jilted. He'd expected the boy to have died. He watched the woman rush the boy off to the hospital wing and slipped off his broom. Malfoy snorted and reached forward scooping up a small glass sphere.
"Looks like Longbottom dropped something!" he said tossing the sphere into the air and catching it again. Harry rolled his eyes. There were times when Draco's immaturity astounded him.
"Give that back Malfoy!" A red haired boy shouted angrily. Harry sighed his eyes catching sight of the small round orb annoyance spiked through him why on earth did they have to stay here? He could be elsewhere instead of wasting his valuable time. He blinked rapidly when Draco mounted his broom and took off. Fool, he was going to get himself expelled- a sudden rush of panic raced through Harry. For all his gloating and insults Draco was his primary source of information, he couldn't have the boy expelled! Without really thinking he lifted his hand in the direction that Draco was flying and focused. He'd done this before, to reach something that he couldn't manage to reach or to lift something particularly heavy. In fact before coming to Hogwarts he'd been using his magic freely without a wand in order to survive. A gasp rang through the air as Malfoy's broom halted in mid-air despite his best efforts to get it to move and slowly turned floating back towards them. Draco glared angrily down at them trying to figure out who it was that was controlling his broom only to pale as he caught sight of Harry's outstretched arm. Slowly Draco floated back to the ground his eyes locked on Harry's outstretched hand.
"Being the noble hero Potter?" He said with an annoyed frown. Harry sneered and focused his gaze on the small orb watching in satisfaction as it shattered.
"Not likely Malfoy just repaying you by keeping your arse from getting expelled. What would your father say if that were to happen?" Draco paled further before scowling.
"My father's on the board of governors there's no way he'd let them expel me." He said crossing his arms childishly. Harry shook his head and pointed up to one of the windows where Snapes foreboding shadow lurked. Harry had sensed the man's gaze on them the moment it had been captured by the Gryffindors fall. Draco caught sight of the man and winced visibly.
"Oh bugger." Harry snorted and Draco trained his suspicious gaze on Harry. "How did you get my broom to come back to you…wandless magic is almost unheard of it takes years to learn it." Harry frowned. Damn, he hadn't known that. Using his magic without a wand was nearly as simple as breathing to him he'd done it so many times.
"Every heard of accidental magic Malfoy?" He said scowling. "It's what happens when you piss off a young wizard- guess what? I'm pretty pissed off right now." Harry said allowing his magic to crackle around him for effect. Malfoy flinched back visibly.
"Jeeze Potter, what's got your knickers in a twist?" He demanded with a slight pout the excuse fooling him easily.
"Yeah! You didn't have to bust Neville's Rememberall!" the redhead from earlier shouted.
Harry sighed and slowly looked at the boy. "There's too much red and gold around Malfoy- it's garish and I've got a headache. All this shouting isn't helping." He said dropping his broom carelessly. "I'm going to the infirmary to get a headache drought let the professor know will you?" He said absently. Merlin he hated being outside, the sun hurt his eyes and there was a biting chill in the air that was making his nose burn. Quickly he made his way up the steps and into the school ignoring the muttering students behind him. The quiet hallways soothed him as he made his way past the portraits.
"Wandless magic Potter?" Snape's voice cut through the silence loudly. Harry frowned.
"I didn't know that it was rare here sir or I would have been more careful." He said knowing that he wouldn't be able to fool the man with any weak excuses. The man's dark eyes glittered.
"Very rare indeed, but it's fine, a little incident like today will help you out in the long run I'm sure. You see what today is a shocking event will tomorrow be nothing more than a blown up rumor; however that rumor will cling to the more simple minds. Someday it will make you respected even if no one witnesses it again. The thing about rumors is that people believe them just as much as they disbelieve them. It will make your enemies more wary of attacking you." Harry nodded slowly.
"So it's alright?" he said cautiously. Snape nodded his head.
"I would be worried if Dumbledore had seen it, but since he didn't he will most likely pass off the rumor or try to test you. It would be better for you to keep from doing it again where anyone can see you- including the portraits. It was only then that Harry noticed that the portraits around them were frozen and a thick white film seemed to cover their canvases. Harry gasped in understanding.
"You see them all the time and with everything else going on people tend to forget that the portraits are there, listening, watching…the headmaster is rather sly isn't he?" Harry said in slight appreciation. Snape snorted.
"More than you know Potter. If you would like I could teach you several useful spells to keep unwanted eyes and ears from becoming a problem." He said smirking. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"What's the price?" He asked cautiously. Snape chuckled.
"Smart boy; never agree to something unless you know the price of it. In this case two extra weeks added to the month you'll be working in the store rooms." Harry's eyes widened in sudden understanding
"You're going to add more time to the two months we agreed to every time you offer to teach me something and I accept aren't you?" He asked stunned. Snape's smirk widened and his eyes glittered.
"Clever Potter, do we have a bargain?" Harry glanced around at the portraits before nodding sharply. "Very good" Snape said before holding out a notebook. "I meant to give this to you yesterday but forgot, when you sign your name on the line it will automatically write in the time and date, you'll sign it once in this column when you arrive at the store rooms and again in this column when you leave. This will keep you from getting in trouble with any of the prefects if you're out after curfew. I've already cleared it with them so that if they do see you doing anything suspicious they can request to see the book to tell whether your wandering is authorized or not. Of course they will have to go through me to get to it and while I do not condone late night wanderings I do understand the necessity of furthering one's education…" He said trailing off with a smirk. Harry widened his eyes. The man scowled slightly a second later. "Granted I only understand the necessity of furthering one's education." He said pointedly. Harry nodded rapidly and Snape smirked. "Take that as a thank you for keeping my godson from breaking his neck or getting expelled." He said turning away. Harry widened his eyes.
"Draco's your godson?" he asked in shock. Snape sneered.
"What? Don't I seem like the parenting type?" He said lifting his chin. Harry had to hold back a snort.
"No, it's just that I never pictured it- he's rather well, spoiled really." He said ducking his head. Snape snorted.
"That would be his mothers fault, not mine." He said before turning and slipping into the shadows. Harry smirked wryly and tucked the notebook into his bag.