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Severus Snape stared at the boy would was supposedly Harry James Potter. The boy that did in no way resemble James Potter despite what the books and even the Headmaster had to say. In fact, he looked strangely like… Harish.
He shook his head because that thought just wasn't feasible. The Dark Lord's husband had burned to death because of Dumbledore. Both Bellatrix and Severus had been heartbroken at the news. And their lord… well, he never returned to normal with Harish gone from their lives.
The boy sat at the Gryffindor table after nearly five minutes of sitting on the stool. That almost never happened. The Hat must have prattled on about something and the look of contemplation on the boy's face was so familiar to him! The Hat had said something of great import.
He sat beside the Longbottom boy who was gaping openly and Gryffindorishly at the Boy-Who-Lived. He scoffed at the title. Ridiculous.
Only minutely did he pay attention to the rest of the sorting. The Weasley boy ended up joining the lions and had sat right across from Potter and began talking. From the boy's expression, the Weasley wasn't appreciated.
Curiously, the boy brushed his forehead several times throughout the feast, a wince visible from where Severus was seated.
The scar in particular. It was created by Dark Magic, so perhaps he suffered lingering side effects from it. It was plausible as Dark Magic tended to leave traces and imprints wherever it was used.
This bore further looking into.
Harry honestly didn't think it was going to be this raucous but he should have expected it. They were Gryffindors and subtlety and silence didn't seem to be in their natures. It was just so very annoying to have to put on a false smile for mostly everyone - sans the twins and Neville of course - and act as if he was happy to join them.
Before going to bed, he'd heard the name, 'Boy-Who-Lived' more than ten times, most being from Ronald Weasley. He insisted upon calling Harry, 'mate' and tried to insinuate himself into everything Harry did, which was annoying.
Harry's anatomy was no different than anyone else's so why did he have to be followed into the bathroom and watched?
The hangings on the fourposter were such an alarming shade of red, he had to blink several times to get himself used to it. He then waved his hand, Transfiguring the red to a dark brown. He'd prefer green, but Gryffindors didn't like green on principle. Their ridiculous hatred for Slytherins held them back from simply enjoying life.
Harry went to bed that evening, silencing charm on the curtains and a magical alarm set to awaken him at seven.
"Tattoos aren't legal for children!"
And that was what started the whole fiasco. He'd been sitting with Neville at breakfast, comparing their timetables, when one Hermione Granger popped out of seemingly nowhere and pointed rather rudely at his hand while boldly announcing her thoughts.
He stared at her for a few seconds, before asking, "Whether it's a tattoo or not, how would it matter to you? How does it have any bearing on your life at all?"
She blinked thrice and then stuttered, "B-but you're supposed to be a hero! Heros are good examples and you'll set a bad example for Gryffindor by breaking the law!"
Gryffindor doesn't need my help to look bad, he almost said, but decided against it. Also, she considered him to be some kind of hero? He was no one's hero despite whatever tripe Dumbledore had force fed the populace of Magical Britain.
"I am not a hero, Granger. My mother was the one who did all the work. She saved me at the cost of her own life. As for the Rune Ring, I was born with it and it caused a lot of worry when my parents couldn't determine the origin and meaning.
Keep your opinions to yourself lest your foolhardy actions reflect badly on all of us."
He then ignored her, going back to giving Neville all of his attention and not caring when she stomped away to throw a tanty.
"Is that true?" Neville murmured when he felt it was safe.
Harry nodded. "She put some of her blood on the ring and when I was hit with the green curse, it rebounded."
"Woah."
"Yeah," he nodded.
Transfiguration was easy as far as practical knowledge was concerned. Of course Harry was doing it his way instead of bothering with the theory, which he actually needed to learn and memorize. It was boring.
Herbology was a lot more interesting in the fact that some magical plants could be really dangerous. Also, the multiple vined plant growing in the back of the greenhouse simply begged for Harry to go over and pet it. He didn't, but that didn't mean he didn't want to.
He did not like Astronomy at all. Classes held at midnight were probably the dumbest decision the school could have made. He didn't care that up until lunch the next day, they didn't have classes, it was still twisting their schedules and made their bed time all wonky.
Charms was more fun in the sense that it was full of things that Harry could actually do. Things that he had been doing for years. Levitation being the easiest thing on the list. And it was fun! Professor Flitwick was probably the happiest person in Hogwarts and he just made the atmosphere in the classroom better.
Nearly every other class catered to the Slytherin/Gryffindor hatred and competitiveness but it was nice to not once be pitted against the snakes and constantly feel like his worth as person was on the line if he didn't beat them.
Flying. Harry happened to know that Tom had taught Harish unsupported flight and above all else, that was what interested him. Broomsticks looked most uncomfortable, especially for boys. Also, Quidditch seemed like a reckless sort of sport and he felt no interest in playing.
Unfortunately, Neville ended up breaking his wrist. His fear of the broom had let it control him and he ended up going for a 'joy ride' that wasn't very joyful in the least. He fell from a great height and landed on his arm.
Harry had his first confrontation with a Slytherin that day. He ended up getting into snark contest with Draco Malfoy… and won. The blond had no hope of defeating the reincarnation of the dark lord's lover. Honestly, with a former Slytherin incarnation's memories in his skull, Harry certainly had the upper hand.
Also, in Harish's day, Slytherins did not steal other people's belongings. Slytherins were prideful and wouldn't accept handouts, donations, or pity. They most certainly would not take something once belonging to someone else. It was just as bad a hand-me-downs in their eyes.
The fact that Draco Malfoy - who was supposedly wealthy - had to steal a little trinket from a fellow pureblood, made him pathetic. With memories of Abraxas Malfoy in his mind, Harry could tell just how far the Malfoy line had fallen. This generation's Malfoy was a disgrace to the name itself.
Also, Harry simply allowed to fool to not only mount a broom against the orders of Madam Hooch, who had left to take Neville to the Hospital Wing, but he'd sufficiently gotten the Gryffindors riled up enough to draw the attention of a nearby professor.
McGonagall to be precise. So while Malfoy was up on the broom, threatening the break someone else's possession, McGonagall was storming across the lawns, looking ready to breath fire. She said naught a word until she neared the group, but by then, the jeering Slytherins had quieted and the rowdy Gryffindors froze in fear.
And Malfoy had still remained up there, before deciding to announce loudly that he was going to hide the Remembrall on the roof. And so McGonagall alerted him of her presence, asked for a recount of the situation - which was given verbatim by Hermione Granger - and took fifteen points form Slytherin for defying Madam Hooch, another fifteen for thievery, five for bullying, and five more for backtalk when he tried to threaten her with his father.
Overall, it was a dramatic afternoon that ended up with the Slytherin first years glaring at the Malfoy Heir for the rest of the week. Forty points taken away by the second day of school. A record apparently.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was in no way interesting. The professor was skittish and soft spoken. He flinched at every raised noise, carried garlic everywhere he went, and generally looked like someone had threatened him with death should he even breath.
Being near him made Harry's scar hurt, which was odd. That had never happened before and he couldn't understand what about the man put him on edge despite the fact that he wasn't a threat.
Quirrel had a strange fixation on him too and his turban bothered Harry immensely. Whenever the back of the teacher faced him, he felt either ill or just depressed, which wasn't normal. Add on the scar burning and he kept himself alert at all times in the man's class.
And then there was Potions.
Severus Snape had stalked into the classroom and proceeded to do his best to terrify everyone within. The Slytherins weren't worried like the Gryffindors seemed to be. Neville was quivering in his seat.
And those dark eyes landed on Harry's form, filled with a mixture of contempt and curiosity, which left the boy in confusion. The following quiz even more so. Despite passing perfectly, he didn't know why he'd been asked about Amortentia when he was certain it was taught in sixth year and that first years weren't supposed to know about it. Snape proceeded to take five points because Harry had supposedly been cheeky.
But the satisfaction in the man's gaze just made him all the more confused. It would seem that Snape did not like him.
When class was over, he was ordered to stay behind and so Harry waited by the man's desk, wondering just what the man wanted. He also ignored the various snickers from the Slytherins as they departed.
The man was seated at his desk, looking over Harry's potion.
"You brewed this perfectly," came the low statement. Dark eyes flickered upward. "You also answered questions far beyond your level."
Blast!
Snape's eyes alighted on his wrist, seeing the red runes wrapped around the pale flesh.
"You are not Harry Potter, are you?"
Well he had expected the man to figure it out, just no so soon.
Harry scratched his head as he thought over his answer. "I'm Harry… with Harish's memories. Some of them at least. I haven't gotten all of them yet. I have memories of Harish teaching you and the crazy lady."
He did not know her name, for it hadn't been said in any of the memories he'd gotten so far. She'd been referred to as an apprentice, but never named. Sometimes Tom called her his 'most faithful', but never by name.
"And do you understand what happened?" asked the Potions professor.
"Harish left me his vault and a letter. I'm a reincarnation just like he was."
"And how are you handling this information?"
Harry shrugged, "I've always been advanced. I remember most of my life. I hated having to move all because I found a snake in the back yard. I hated having to see Wormtail all the time, especially when I knew he was a traitor and no one would believe me. I also told them that a tiger from Nepal would had solved everything but no one wanted to listen to me. And in the end, I do not understand why Tom attacked me, but I'm sure I will find out eventually."
They stared at each other for several moments, before Snape's head tilted in near deference. "None but my Lord's husband would dare call him such. I believe you."
Severus seemed to still follow Tom's ways despite being under Dumbledore's thumb.
"You don't like the Headmaster either, do you?"
The man's deadpan stare was the only answer he needed.
"Then I look forward to working with you, Mr. Snape."
A formidable ally to gain in such short notice. He was on a roll.
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