Welcome to the second chapter of A New Life (I'm not sure if I like the title... I might change it) Thank you for continuing to read my story hope you like it :)

Warning/Disclaimer in the first chapter I'll tell you if i suddenly come into the possession of the rights to Harry Potter okay people ;)

Chapter 2

People, immortal or not, are constantly subject to change in manner and temperament. While there was a time the idea of being sorted into Slytherin was unsavoury, now I am open to the idea whole heartedly, I am even wanting to court a man who is the very definition of a Slytherin in appearance and attitude. I have spent a few hours knowing the man and it is clear to me that he is everything that Slytherins of any era have wanted to be. Looks and everything. Dinner had been pleasant and even though there wasn't all that much conversation it was obvious that all of Draco's views and ambitions leaned towards the dark because of his father. Ones ambitions are weak if they are not based on their own strength and interest, but I wonder what Draco's real thoughts are? I find myself wondering these things late that evening. After we headed to the dorm rooms in the dungeons we settled into bed, but I didn't go to sleep. I waited until the young snakes were well and truly asleep so that I could sneak past them and wander around the school. Not much has really changed during the years I have been gone.

Not too unexpectedly during my night-time wanderings I come across Severus Snape, the potions master whose name I learned from a prefect. He is the head of Slytherin house. He is most likely searching for students sneaking from their beds to cause mischief. It's certain that he wasn't expecting to be accosted in the middle of the night by a student, but as he got closer I simply couldn't control myself. Before he could react or even truly understand what was happening I had jumped from my hiding place and sunk my fangs into his neck. It had been a while since I had fed and the need for this man's blood was too much for the vampire inside of me to handle. The ecstasy I feel at the taste of the man's blood assures me that I am making the right decision of turning this man.

Soon, too soon for my liking, I remove my fangs reluctantly tearing myself from the taste of his blood and bite into my own wrist and let the blood flow from me into him, giving him a new life. I cannot claim him as my childe, and I hate that I can't, but nobody can know what I am just yet, it won't do for the old man to get a hold of this information. Severus will be affected by my presence though. He will be calmed when I am around and though he won't know who I am he will always be able to feel that I am close. Hopefully it will be enough for him not to hate me. One day when it is better I will be able to claim him as my childe, I will be able to guide him then. The unconscious form of Severus Snape rests in my lap as he slowly changes. Leaning down once more I again bite at his neck, but not for the blood in his veins. This time I bite to leave my mark on the dark fledgling's exposed neck. A mark of my intentions that I want to one day take him as my mate, when I am not a student and a child.

One day he shall be mine.

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By breakfast somehow all the students knew that a teacher had been attacked, but none of them knew which one or what the attack had been. They all appeared the same, though few noticed that Snape was paler than usual (and those that did didn't think anything about it). Sprout was the most popular answer for some reason followed closely by Filch, but the latter was mostly wishful thinking.

During the day classes were normal, although Professor Quiril was flinching a lot more than he had during dinner the night before, so the class was more annoying than it would have been. Harry agreed with Draco who often commented on how he couldn't wait for potions class, although their reasons were slightly different. Draco would often get louder when the Gryffindors were nearby saying how he'd heard that Snape favoured his snakes.

The rivalry between the houses has gotten more intense over the years. When I was at school the first time it was because Sal and Godric were always playing some trick on the other and the students were tallying the wins and losses of the teachers. It was quite amusing some of the things that they came up with. Thinking back on it now I wish the teachers were more like that now and not as strict as McGonagall was during our first Transfiguration class. The day of our first Potions class came quickly and my childe was fully turned. He is too young and inexperienced to be able to sense that I am his sire he will be able to feel when I am close and be calmed by that feeling.

The classroom was full of noisy Gryffindors but the Slytherins were waiting in their seats quietly knowing that their head of house liked to surprise them thanks to the older students. One particularly annoying lion was a red headed boy named Ron Weasley. I'd seen him at the muggle train station on the way to school and Draco had told me about the feud that the Malfoys and the Weasleys have because their status as purebloods who sympathise with muggles and muggleborns. Ron was talking very loudly about various incidents of accidental magic that he'd done as a child that were too impossible to have happened. The other idiots were gathered around looking awed at the boy. Draco was dragged away to a table by Pansy Parkinson, who already seemed to be planning their wedding, leaving me the only seat left beside a shy and very nervous looking Gryffindor.

"I am not going to bite... hard." I smile at the boy letting him know it is a joke and he manages to calm a little and smile back.

"I am Neville by the way." The boy manages to say with only the slightest stutter.

"Harry Potter, but I believe you already knew that." we share a small laugh and just as we settle Severus enters the room robes billowing behind him as he walks to the front of the room. I couldn't stop myself from staring and I barely hear his 'welcoming' speech. I heard through the grape-vine of students that Snape is really good at speeches. I could already see one muggleborn particularly eager to show herself she was almost bouncing in her seat.

"Mister Weasley, since you were so eager to tell stories why don't you tell the class what would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

The boastful red head looked confused.

"I don't know." he replied as though bored and it nearly made me growl at his show of disrespect.

"well, well, not quite as talented as you made yourself out to be." the muggleborn girl had her hand raised and most pure bloods and half-bloods look confused by the gesture because it's not used in the wizarding world.

"Then let's try an easy one, where would you find a bezoar?"

Even while staring at Severus I could see, Granger I think her name is, almost trembling to answer the question.

"I don't know." he answered again glaring at Severus and I barely held myself back from attacking the annoying boy.

"One last chance to prove yourself, what's the difference between Monkshood and Wolfs Bane?"

"They look different?" he sneered at the potions master and I knew from looking at Severus that if I hadn't been in this class at the moment that the boy would have stood no chance to see tomorrow. A small part of me was disappointed, but then I thought of what the stupid ministry would have done to my childe and thought it was lucky for both the boy and Severus that he maintained his control.

"Wrong. They are the same and also go by the name Aconite. While asphodel and wormwoodmake a sleeping draught so powerful its known as draught of the living dead and a Bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat."

The class seemed to stand still for a few moments the only sound coming from the Slytherins quills writing down what he had told them.

"Well," Severus sneered at the Gryffindors (mainly at Ron) "Why aren't you writing that down?"

"Because you didn't tell us to?" Ron snapped at Severus and I couldn't help the small growl that I let out while some stupid Gryffindors laughed at the pathetic jab at the potions master.

"Do I need to tell you to breathe Mr. Weasley? When to eat? How to put your clothes on? No? Then shouldn't it be common sense to write notes in a teacher's class, especially when you are so inept that you can't answer simple questions. Did you think it beneath you to open your text books before class? 10 points from Gryffindor for coming to class unprepared and 20 off for talking back to your teacher."

As he spoke the instructions for our first potions lesson appeared on the board. As soon as Severus told us to begin all of the Lions went right to collect their ingredients while the Slytherins wrote down the instructions and made a few notes about key points to remember while at the different stages. Sensing that Neville was different from the common Lion I held him back from getting his own ingredients and coached him a little while he made his notes and asked about the potion. Encouraging him while we were working seemed to work well and I found that he had a bit of talent for the subject which he assumed came from his love of plants and Herbology. By the end of the lesson we had both made our potions to near perfection.

Ron on the other hand for all of his boasting of his brothers teaching him what they knew about potions managed to blow up his own cauldron and when forced to join up with his partner melted theirs so they both had to start again. The boys didn't seem to like him so much after that. After the lesson I met up with Neville who was so happy that Severus had complemented his potion, even if it was only by him saying 'adequate' which for Severus meant that the potion was almost done to perfection. He kept on talking about sending a letter to his Gran about it and how surprised she would be that he seemed to have any talent at all. That comment made me glare, but the boy quickly explained that he was often clumsy and people tended to make him nervous.

I seem to have become attached to the smaller boy quite quickly, even Draco could look past houses and get along with him, and our strange unlikely friendship stuck.

Well that's it for now, please review and tell me what you think