The Sorting feast was a delight, Harry had eaten many delicious food. The Wizarding world had odd names for dishes, but he could not deny that it was perhaps the best food he had ever ate.

Many of the Slytherin's were still looking at him, some doing it discreetly, while the not so smart ones were taking peeks at him when they thought he wasn't looking. He decided to ignore, let them believe what they wanted about him. He had no interest in their opinions about him, unless of course they decided to act against him.

He talked with Theo, who was chattering away excitedly about everything. Harry kept quiet, listening to him and picking up bits of useful information about the school here and there.

Soon, the feast came to an end and Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Attention," His voice sounded across the hall, "The feast has come to an end. Prefect's will lead the first year's to the common room. Thank you, and enjoy the rest of your night!" He finished, sitting down.

Student's started to stand up, gathering in line in order with the Prefects. Harry was behind Theo in a line that was following the prefect. They were led through the corridors of Hogwarts. Then, eventually down to the dungeons and stopped in front of a stone wall.

"This is the entrance to our Common room. As you can see, its seems like a simple wall. However, you can see the small snake engraving if you look close enough. The entry way is guarded by a password that changes every month. This week's password is Morgana." The prefect finished, looking at the wall as he uttered the password. The walls suddenly split open, revealing their common room.

Harry immediately was taken with the common room. The Black and Green and Silver theme gave the room a sort of gloomy vibe, adding the dark and old like furniture made Harry feel just at home.

The prefect that led them to the common room was joined by a girl.

"Welcome to Slytherin. My name is Ambrose Yaxley. The girl next to me is Lisandra Zabini. We are your 5th year prefects, if you have any questions or any concerns, come to us and we will try our best to help you. Your dorms are through this door." He said, pointing to a doors that were opposite to the fireplace. "The one on the right is the boys dorm and the one on the left is the girls. Opposite genders are not allowed in each other's dorms. You will have your own rooms, you are allowed to change your rooms however you please. They will stay that way until you graduate. You are also allowed to add wards, but the more aggressive one will need to be approved by our head of house, Professor Snape."

After he finished his rant, Harry walked over to the door and entered through it. He chose the room at the end of the corridor, not wanting to be bothered by anyone.

The room was rather spartan; it had a double canopy bed, a bookcase, a desk and a wardrobe. The walls, floor and ceiling were in stone giving the room a rather dark look, it didn't help that the furniture was a dark wood. The only thing that wasn't dark in the room were the bed sheets and cover. They were a light gray, and the pillows a light green. Harry thought that learning the spells to change his room would be something rather high on his list of things to do, he had to spend seven years there after all. There was a door that led to a bathroom, it had a bathtub with a shower and was decorated in silver and light greens, Harry found it rather luxurious compared to the room. Being far too tired to inspect the room more, he changed into his pajamas and went to bed, his last thought before falling asleep being that he was finally home.

The following week went by in flash for Harry. Classes were interesting, but not very difficult. He was expecting more of a challenge, but he supposed the first month or so would be teaching the basics of magic. He hoped that classes picked up in the following month's. In the mean time, he had taken it into his own hand to study further on magic, frequenting his time at the library.

There were lot's of books there that captivated Harry's attention. They were mostly on offensive magic, and subjects that he would study later on in his Hogwarts year. He had also gained access to the restricted section. He would sneak in there at night, finding books that interested him and using a handy spell that he learned that would allow temporarily copy the contents of the book and take it back to his room to read.

He had copied books on Occlumency, and the its counter art Legilimency. He couldn't actually make any progress in reading people mind as even the basics of peaking into ones mind were far to advanced for Harry at the moment, however he did do some basic Occlumency practice and he found out that his mind already had defenses in place, he didn't know why but he intended to find out.

He had picked up a book on Spells that were considerably far more dangerous then the ones that would ever be taught in all his seven years at Hogwarts. Curses so vile that even the Dark Wizards would shiver at the description as some of them. Harry didn't mind, knowledge was power and he wanted to be the most powerful he could be. He also studied their counter curses, just in case he needed them later on. He wasn't able to preform most of them at the moment as this was magic far more advanced then he had the ability for at the moment, but with his excellent memory he was able to memorize most of them.

He picked up a book on Illusionary Magic, which he found he had quite the affinity for. It almost came like second hand to him, and he was soaking the knowledge on it like a sponge.

Aside from his escapades to the Library, classes and homework had also taken up most his time. He would normally sit with Theo and the other Slytherin's when in class. Theo would often join him in the library, when he wasn't sneaking off to the restricted section.

Transfiguration Class had been quite the breeze for him. The class was interesting, and was a favorite of Harry's. The class was more practical then theory, something which Harry greatly appreciated. Their first task was to turn a match into a needle. Harry had simply pointed his wand at the match and uttered the spell. As he expected, nothing happened at first.

He supposed that he had to have intent behind his spell, when he did magic without a wand all he had to do was think about what he wanted to happen and it happened. Harry pointed his wand at the match again, this time when he said the spell, he put intent behind it. He imagined the match turning into a needle. Then, just like many times before, he felt the warm pull magic leaving from the center of his chest, through his arm and out the wand. Much to Harry's delight, a silver needle was staring back at him.

"Well done, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded behind him. "5 points to Slytherin, try turning it back into a match."

Harry nodded, pointing his wand at the needle, he uttered the spell again, this time imagining the needle turning into a match. Just like before, the needle changed before his eyes, into a match.

"15 more points to Slytherin." Professor McGonagall sounded delighted, "I've never had someone be able to do both of them their first try, it seems like you are quite the prodigy, just like your father. Continue working on turning it back and forth." She said, before moving on to other Students. Harry spent the rest of the period doing as he was told, toying around with the needle.

At the end of the class, only two other people had managed to turn their match into a needle. Theodore, after Harry had given him a few tips. The other was the girl that had barged into their compartment. He went up and handed in a needle that looked like a snake, it had beautiful detailed scales, and had it's tongue out, which was the eye of the needle, and it's tail was the point. On the snake's head were his initials in a beautiful script. All in all it was an amazing work. Professor McGonagall spent almost a full minute looking at it until she reacted.

"Ten more points to Slytherin, I have never seen a student do something like this with a needle much less on their first class. Very well done Potter."

As she moved to the next desk to gather their supplies, the students gazed at Harry with a mix of curiosity and envy. However, Harry remained unfazed, as he was accustomed to such looks from his peers at his previous school. He knew that even in this new world, he was above average, and he wouldn't have it any other way. However, this did present the potential for confrontation with his classmates, something he would have to handle when the time came. His main objective was to ensure that they understood their place in the hierarchy.

Herbology held some interest for Harry, but it was never destined to become one of his favorite subjects. Although he recognized its potential value, he didn't feel particularly drawn to the topic and had no plans to delve deeper into it outside of class.

Astronomy he found to be a waste.

The initial Charms class with Professor Flitwick had the potential to be engaging, but they had focused solely on theory, which Harry was already familiar with. It appeared that practical exercises wouldn't be introduced any time soon. Eager to actually cast spells and practice magic, Harry resolved to conduct his own experiments in the privacy of his room, ensuring he would continue to learn and grow in his magical abilities.

The class he was most excited for was DADA, however he had been severely letdown by the professor. Who seemed to be too incompetent to teach the class. He had taken to also practice that in the comfort of his own room.

History class turned out to be quite a letdown. At first, Harry was thrilled to learn that the professor was a ghost, as the apparition would have first-hand knowledge of the historical events they'd be studying. However, the ghostly professor merely droned on about goblin wars without even clarifying which specific class he was teaching. He floated through the blackboard and began discussing a goblin war without providing any context or background. After twenty minutes, Harry could no longer bear to listen and pulled out a book from his bag. He decided that he'd likely learn more from reading the history section in the library and resolved to make better use of his time.

Potions took place down in the dungeon and was one of the more colder classes.

Professor Snape started the class by taking roll call. He didn't stop at Harry's name, like many of the other Professor's had, which Harry was glad for. He didn't want the other students to think he was getting better treatment then they were. After he had finished roll call, he walked to the front of the class and fixed them with a deadly stare.

"You are here to learn the subtle science of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word. There is little foolish wand-waving here. I don't expect that many of you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death. The only question is, are you capable of learning the strongest kind of magic there is, or are you a bunch of good for nothing dunderheads?"

He kept everyone on the edge, hanging on to his his every word. He saw the bushy haired girl out of the corner of his eyes, quite literally squirming in her seat.

Harry was unfazed by his intimidating speech, using the time to take down notes on the parchment in front of him. Professor Snape looked in his direction for a second, looking at him with slight approval before looking away again.

The Professor then continued with his lesson, he told then what they were going to be doing, many of them getting their cauldron out. They learned how to handle all the equipment properly, learning how to use the knife to cut the ingredients into small shapes.

Harry's long slender fingers and his delicate and precise motor skills allowed him to excel in in this and he cut the ingredients into small shapes.

He saw the Professor briefly come over to his table. He looked at the ingredients he had cut up and gave a small nod of approval, when Harry looked up at him, he could have sworn he saw the man slightly Freeze up. However, it was just for a brief second before moving on.

"P-Professor Snape?" a Hufflepuff asked, raising his hand a few minutes later.

"Yes, Mr. Contractor?" Professor Snape asked, turning to the table where Contractor stood.

"You mentioned the insides of the cauldrons slowly erode and feed the potions metal as we stir, so does that mean they'll…grow thin and…you know…break?" he trailed off and gulped. Evidently, he too had heard about the Professor's bias against muggleborns and all non-Slytherins. Harry looked on with a bit of interest, curious how the Professor would react.

"No, Mr. Contractor, they normally don't. The erosion is quite slow. I doubt you'll have to worry about buying a new one during your years at Hogwarts. That is, unless you plan to brew any aggressive or corrosive potions in them."

Much to the surprise of most of the class, the Professor's tone was rather flat, devoid of any disparaging comments or tongue lashings.

"Oh, okay, Professor, thank you," Contactor said, relief flooding his face when the situation did not turn out as he had expected.

The Professor then walked away, going to observe the Ravenclaw table. Then, he walked up the front, correcting a few students on his way.

Then, he explained the next steps into brewing the potion. After he was done, he started to quiz students randomly. Ravenclaw had mostly got all the questions right. The bushy haired girl had gotten almost launched out of her seat raising her had while Weasley was being tested. Susan Bones had managed to answer a few for Hufflepuff. Then, the professor walked over to the Slytherin table.

"Mr. Potter, what would i get powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry's mind raced to the contents of the book he had read beforehand. "A powerful sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death, sir."

"Correct, Mr. Potter. Where would one look to find a bezoar?"

"From the stomach of a goat, sir. Though, it can also be commonly be brought of the Black Market, for a precious Knut that is."

"Correct again. What is the difference between Wolfsbane and Monkshood."

"They are the same plant, known as aconite."

"Correct. 20 Point's to Slytherin."

The Professor nodded with approval and walked away. Quizzing a few others.

More the Half-Way through the class, Harry was engrossed in his potion, trying to make it as perfect as powerful. Suddenly, the hair on his arm stood up. Harry shivered slightly as he felt the sudden influx of Magic in the air. Looking around, he noticed that no one else had noticed it, it was coming from Longbottom's cauldron.

He saw the Professor's head snap towards Longbottom a moment later, moving quickly towards him. Fumes of Acid rose into the hair, the Professor grabbed a few things of the desk of a Student and dropped into the cauldron, stirring it thrice, resulting in the influx of Magic to stop.

Then he proceeded to rip Longbottom a new one.

The rest of class went smoothly. At the end, the Professor had the class clean their cauldrons, put away the ingredients, put the potion into a vial and handing it in to the Professor in the front.

Harry had some questions for the Professor, and decided to stay back after class to ask them. After everyone had left, he approached the Professor.

"Professor?"

Professor Snape turned around and looked at him. "Can i help you, Mr. Potter?"

"You were able to sense the Magic, weren't you." Harry stated. He saw the Professor tense slightly again, and his his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What are you talking about."

"Longbottom's cauldron, you sensed the influx of Magic, i saw you."

"You can see it too.." He breathed out lightly. "Look at me, child."

Harry looked up into the man's eyes, and suddenly felt a light pressure against his mind. It was gone as quickly as it had arrived.

"Merlin, not you as well." He muttered under his breath.

"Is there something, Professor."

Professor Snape let out a small breath. "this so-called magic sensing that you seem to possess…it is a side effect of an art called Occlumency, which involves organizing your mind through meditation. It allows the user to be more sensitive to magical currents around them. When properly trained, this ability can differentiate between various spells and wards, and is an incredible tool for duelists"

Harry's eyes widened slightly, so that's why. "How do i have these shields, i haven't practiced this art."

"You have no need, Mr. Potter. You already have natural shields, and a strong ones at that."

"Is that common?"

"Not at all. These shields are a result for many things, but the biggest one's are a severe traumatic incident that happened to you as a child or severe neglect and abuse as children, not to mention the child must possess a powerful core. There have only been four people in the last one hundred and fifty years, that came to Hogwarts with Natural Shields. Albus Dumbledore, the Dark Lord...Myself, and now you." He finished explaining with a pensive look.

Harry took in that information with a blank face. "I see... Is there anyway I could get help to learn more about this."

"Occlumency and Legilimency is outlawed by the Ministry as it is considered Dark Magic." The Professor said with a distasteful look. "You will join me after curfew for two hours, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Now, get along to your next class Mr. Potter," He said, turning back around to tend to his potions. "And please do keep this information to yourself."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry said, before he left the room.

Before Harry noticed it a month had passed, nothing had changed, classes continued to be so easy that Harry found it almost boring and he continued to not interact with other students. Not that they would have wanted to, they still firmly believed that he was going to be the next Dark Lord, so most preferred to avoid him, besides Theo of course. Theo almost became his shadow, it was very rare to see Harry without Theo.

Lesson's after class with Professor Snape were going well. The man was strict and demanded perfection, and Harry had no problem with that. He improved leaps and bounds under the mans care, not only did he learn about Occlumency and Potions, he also learned several spells under him, some of which wouldn't be considerd safe.

At first Harry didn't really know what to do with the boy, he'd never had a friend before, or anyone to talk to really, so Harry did not know which mask to use with the boy. He had no wish to behave like an innocent little child every minute he spent with Theo, but he didn't believe it was prudent to show his real self either. So the first few days he was mostly silent and let Theo do the talking. Not that the boy was the talkative type, but it did help Harry see what he was like.

They spent most of their time in the library, Theo studying their first year books, and Harry searching for things that caught his interest. After the first few days, Harry found that he did enjoy Theo's company. He was quiet, more mature than most children his own age and Harry could have an intelligent conversation with him. He may not feel like he could show his true self to the boy, but at least he could be more like his true self.

Today was one of the few times that Theo wasn't with Harry. Theo had forgotten that they had homework for the next day and decided to do it in his room, teasingly saying that every time they were in the library he would get distracted with the things Harry was studying, finding it more interesting than his homework.

Seeing as it was almost curfew, and that it was a Friday and he didn't have lessons with Professor Snape, he decided to head back to the common room.

He went down to the dungeons, gave the password to the wall and entered the room. Immediately, something felt off. There was a feeling of anxiousness in the air, the magic felt tense around him. He looked around and saw all the first years to one side of the room, and the rest of the Slytherins on one side. Many of them looking at him with contempt and distaste.

Ah. So this was what it was, Harry knew it was bound to happen but didn't expect it to be so soon.

Suddenly, five boys had surrounded him. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Five against One, this is hardly fair for you." Harry taunted.

Their faces filled with anger. "Shut up Potter. It's time you figured out how things work around here."

Harry gave a small amused smile, "And how do they work, Starling."

Anthony Starling, the boy in the middle snarled at the smile. "You are nothing more than a disgusting half-blood, who shouldn't even be allowed in to Hogwarts much less the noble House of Slytherin. You are worth nothing. Your place is at my feet, licking my shoes, it's the only thing you're useful for. And you are going to learn that, one way or another." He finished, taking out his wand, along with the other boy's.

Harry decided he would put them in their place. His blood boiled, him? below them? How dare they even utter the words.

"I see.." He whispered, looking down slightly, his bangs covering his eyes. "And who is gonna put me in my place."

"Me." Starling growled.

Harry looked up again and let out a cold cruel laugh. More then one person in the common room felt a shiver down their spine.

Harry decided to let them get a taste of his magic, letting it flow out of him. Suddenly, the temperature the in the common room dropped several degrees. The air felt heavy around the boys, and several people in the common room suddenly felt light headed. Harry looked at them again, his eyes were glowing with magic and cruelty. He laughed again when they tried to backup.

"W-what is this." One of the boys left to him stuttered out.

"Put me in my place, are you?" Harry said, reaching his arm out. Suddenly, the boys were picked up and thrown against the wall in an instant, there was a sickening crunch that came from more then one of them. Three of the boys fell unconscious as soon as they hit the wall.

Starling and the other boy were the unfortunate ones that were still awake. Suddenly, the boy next to Starling was launched forward, Harry's hand wrapped around his neck.

The boy looked up at Harry with terrified eyes. His eyes got wider and more fear filled them as Harry's face and voice started to distort.

"Put me. IN. MY. PLACE." His voice turned demonic, and his face started melting. The boy let out a scream, as a giant figure started to form behind Harry. It was giant, his head going up the ceiling, it was all black and all you could see was there demonic blood red eyes and sharp teeth. It snarled down at the boy. It leaned forward from behind the boy.

"DIE" It roared before his mouth closed around the boy's head, leaving him headless.

The rest of the The boy's eyes widened, letting out another scream before falling over unconscious. Harry turned towards Starling, he was trying to get away from him.

"Not so fast, Starling." Harry said in a cruel voice. Starling flew towards him as well. Harry grabbed his arm and twisted it.

"Above me, are you?" He whispered, ice started spreading across Starling's arm slowly. "Let me teach you a lesson, Starling." Harry said, his icy cold breath being visible now. "It's not about Blood, its about power. Do you understand." He asked him.

Starling nodded furiously. "I-I-I understand." He stuttered out, and he did.

"Good boy," Harry said, caressing his cheek. "And where is my place?"

"Above me.." Starling said, his voice held nothing but conviction. He let out of a sigh of relief as the cold subsided slightly.

"Im glad you are intelligent, but you will still have to face the consequences." Harry said. Starling nodded, it was what he deserved.

Harry applied pressure to his arm, within a second, all the bones in the arm and shattered. Starling let out a silent scream before he fell over unconscious.

"And that goes for the rest of you too. Do. Not. Cross. Me. You," Harry said, pointing at a group of terrified fourth years. "Take them to the infirmary."

The Slytherins didn't hesitate for a second, immediately going over and picking all the boys up and taking them out the common room.

Five minuets. It had taken Harry five minuets to establish himself in the Slytherin hierarchy. Him at the top, with the others below him.

Harry observed the common room, his face showing no emotion, he didn't seem to care about what he had done, when he spoke his voice was soft and melodic, making some of them wonder how such a beautiful voice could sound so cold and cruel just moments before. Others thought it fit him, his voice just like his appearance, conceals a cruel and sadistic demon, it was far more terrifying than if he looked like a monster.

"I hope that the rest of you are as intelligent as Starling, seeing as I would not be, at all, pleased if, due to your stupidity, I were in any way harmed."

Harry was rather satisfied when he saw some of them nod and others looking at him with understanding in their eyes.

Not wasting time he went to his room, there was a book he wanted to finish and he had already spent more time out here than what he wanted.

What he did not know was that in an alcove, hidden behind a tapestry, all the first year Slytherins aside from Theodore, had been watching everything that had happened.

"Did you see that Draco?" asked Blaise Zabini, his best friend, "What do we do?"

Draco looked at the other Slytherins that were there, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis and they, just like Blaise, were looking at him waiting for an answer.

"We do nothing. We observe and do nothing. During Yule break I'll talk with my father, I'm sure that he will know what to do."

The rest of the Slytherins nodded and discretely left their hiding place to go to their rooms, they had a lot to think about.

That night the only Slytherins that had a peaceful night were Harry Potter and Theodore Nott, all the others could not close their eyes without seeing a angelic face with a sadistic smile and eyes the color of death.