AN: #HMPT! Someone called me crude cuz of the flamer-rant I had in Oblivion. I'm not crude...I was angry! I'm not usually like that. You know that don't you my other wonderful readers...I'm a sweet, loveable, huggable, cookie-give-to-able person! Except when I'm pissed...#narrows eyes# so don't piss me off.
Disclaimer: Err, I guess I don't own the adorable little munchkin but then again J.K brought him to us at 11…he's four now…#rubs chin thinking before grabbing him# MINE! MINE! MINE! Muahahahahahha!
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Chapter 14
The man stared down at him. "What do you want me for?"
The portrait hissed softly. :Slytherin house does not appreciate the more bewailing behaviours of small children, namely whining.: The man gave him one last snooty look before speaking to the Professor. "I believe you have a visitor Severus." And then he left the picture frame.
"He has an ability for stating the obvious and still sounded all-imparting." Severus muttered to himself. He then turned a glare on Harry. "So what do you want boy?"
"The Headmaster told me to go make nice and talk to people." Harry said face impassive. "Sprout's useless, Flitwick's voice is irritating and McGongall's…not a chatty type. Sir."
The dark man sneered. "And what makes you think I am?"
"I don't think you are. But your entrance portrait was a much better conversationalist than anyone else I've talked to today hence why I was outside your rooms…" Harry looked unobtrusively inside, around the Professor. He got a hint of dark, richly decorated rooms before he looked back up at the man.
"As Salazar is gone now. I'd think you'd find yourself doing as he did and leaving."
"Do you mind if I talk to you? I'd rather not have to go back with Dumbledore to foist off lemon drops and tea." Harry face twisted into a pained grimace.
Snape smirked. "The Headmaster, is an eccentric man. You should enjoy your time with him." However he stood aside slightly and waved Harry in. Harry nodded slightly stepping in.
"Is the Headmaster rich? Because eccentric is just another way of saying rich and crazy."
The man snorted, lips twisting in amusement and came back to the leather couch in front of a fire, waving Harry over to an armchair. "True. So, why do you have to talk to someone Potter?"
Harry smirked and lifted his left arm where Potty was curled around his wrist, three pairs of eyes on Snape. "The Headmaster has a spell on me so I can speak English and I have to practice doing it, else I can only speak parseltongue."
Snape's narrowed eyes looked back cautiously at the snake before his gaze met Harry's dark emerald one. "You aren't civilized? And the Headmaster has just thrust you here?" He asked incredulously.
:He is curious about you:
Harry's gaze flicked to the snake. "I think I'm civilized enough." :I know he is.: Harry rested back down his hand on the armrest.
The man stood suddenly, fidgety. "Obviously not if you would speak that anywhere. Certainly not enough. Didn't the Headmaster tell you…who you are?"
"Harry Potter?" Harry arched an eyebrow wryly.
"The Boy-Who-Lived. The Great Harry Potter. The saviour of the wizarding world."
Harry wrinkled his nose. "Those titles might have been in there somewhere in what Dumbledore," He paused and rolled his eyes at Snape's glare. "The Headmaster's speech. But what does it matter if I'm not civilized enough for you?"
"Not for me foolish boy! If you'd pay attention to your titles, you'd realize they mean you're famous. The eyes of the whole wizarding world are upon you. And…Dumbledore's crazy enough to just give them a wild child? Has he told you anything of the world?"
"Besides my basic history and Voldemort?" Harry cocked his head at the teacher's cringe.
"Do not say the name."
"Ah. Okay sorry. I wouldn't take you for one of those people that let themselves be controlled by a name." Harry said apologetically.
"You never met…" The man sat down heavily in his chair again. "Anyway, he must have told you parseltongue is not well looked upon in, light circles. It is considered dark magic. The saviour can't be connected to dark magic! Or Voldemort. Except for the fact he defeated him."
Harry's countenance took on a contemplative look. "Hmm. So that's why Hagrid told me not to talk to my snake in public. And Dumbledore wanted to take her from me."
:Do you like this one:
:He is more trustworthy than the others. I do not like anyone though.:
Meanwhile Snape was pondering at how…Slytherin, Potter was. If he ended up in Slytherin…
"You will have to learn a few things before the year starts. You must learn about our world,"
Harry interrupted. "Your world. I never wanted to be here. I was fine where I was."
"In a forest, with a snake." Snape sneered.
"I survived for seven years didn't I?" Harry said sarcastically.
"You can't eat out of cans and drink water from a stream here! You must act as it is deemed proper. I wonder who Dumbledore plans should teach you. I guess whoever becomes your Head of House."
"House?" Harry asked.
"You must learn about the school and magic." Snape deadpanned. "Yes. House. When you start here in less than a month, you will be sorted into a house more to your talents and qualities. There are four houses here. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. For the sly and cunning, the adventurous and the brave, the loyal and the hardworking and the knowledgeable and eager to learn."
"I sound like a Slytherin and Gryffindor." Harry's brows furrowed.
"Yes you do a bit but you'd surely be a…"
A knock came on the door startling them both and Snape waved the portrait open to show Dumbledore there.
"Ah, here you are Harry my boy. I see you've found Severus. I thought you were working today." The Headmaster addressed Snape, eyes twinkling.
"Not today Headmaster." Snape inclined his head.
"Well, I'm just here to collect Harry. I suppose he's a bit tired after his long day and might want to see his rooms. Come along now."
Harry ground his teeth and stood reluctantly. "It was," Harry looked to Dumbledore before looking back. "Pleasant speaking with your portrait. Tell him I'll try to visit again." Snape's dark gaze burned over him before the man nodded again and Harry stomped out to Dumbledore.
:You really don't like the old man.:
:No I don't! He's too…perfect.: Harry sneered lightly as they walked back up the corridors, Dumbledore moving far ahead, him trailing behind as he hissed to his snake. :There's something fake about him I just don't like.:
As they winded their way up levels Dumbledore tried to draw him into conversation, which Harry deftly cut short. He was feeling quite proud until…
"You know Harry you have to interact with people a lot better than you do now. You'll have to speak to your fans and well, just socialize within the school."
"I don't particularly fancy socializing." Harry sneered.
"Well, we'll deal with that later." Dumbledore waved a hand as they started down a corridor. "This is the Gryffindor common room and dormitory behind this portrait." He pointed to a picture of a plump woman in a pink dress that was looking him over interestedly. "But further down this corridor are your rooms." They continued walking until they came to an empty picture. "Some other portraits will just pop down here from time to time to check on you and you don't really need a password protected picture yet as no one else is here." Dumbledore pushed the wall under the picture frame and the wall creaked open gently. "Your rooms."
It was nothing too fancy. A front room with a few bookshelves, a sofa and a fireplace. It lead off to a bathroom from one door and the next a bedroom.
"When you're not here I supposed you'll either be walking around or, when the school year starts you're not ready to sleep in your dorm, out with your friends." Dumbledore smiled brightly as he stepped back out. "I believe your backpack from the reserve is in there somewhere with your other clothes and a few wizarding robes should be in the closet in your bedroom. Tomorrow when you go to Diagon Alley you can get everything for your school year. Just come down in the morning for breakfast."
Harry scowled as he flopped onto the couch and the portrait hole shut behind Dumbledore. He obviously wouldn't be getting out this year.
Outside Dumbledore smiled as he strolled down the corridor. Harry would do well in Gryffindor. He'd have fun and friends and everything a young man should have. Especially as the saviour of the wizarding world.
AN: #hic#...everyone...#hic#...hates me!#throws back a butterbeer#
J: she's just being a drama queen #scowls#
Quote: Hmm...err...I seem to have forgotten it...