Harry Black:
The Dark One
Chapter Four: First Day
CHAPTER BEGIN
It was early next morning and Harry was sitting on one of the leather couches in front of the fireplace in the common room, staring into the fire.
'Did I go a little overboard last night?" harry asked himself, watching the flames dance around.
'Of course not, it was fun.' He smirked, remembering the scared looks on everyone's faces.
Waiting for everyone else to wake up Harry decided to practice some magic. Bringing out his wand he whispered an incantation in Parseltongue and with a small flourish of his wrist the flames in the fireplace transformed into multiple fire snakes that slithered out of the fireplace and onto the stone floor.
Watching them slither around for a few minutes, occasionally giving them orders to attack each other, he was about to turn them into one giant snake when he heard some voices coming from the direction of the dorms.
'Finally.' He shook his head, waving his hand to vanish the snakes back into the fireplace.
Hearing a door open, the young wizard turned his head toward the boy's dorm only to sigh in resignation when saw that Draco wasn't amongst the group coming toward him.
"Is the princess still getting dressed?" Harry asked Blaise as the boy walked over to him.
"He's still doing his hair." The dark skinned boy shook his head.
"Why does it take him so long?" Theo asked as he joined the conversation.
"Because he still hasn't figured out how everyone else manages to do their hair in seconds."
"It can't be that hard can it?" Blaise asked as he rolled his eye over Harry's hair.
"No it's really not, all he has to do is read a book." Harry commented with a smirk, sharing an inside joke between them.
"Draco? Read? That would be the day." Blaise laughed, getting a chuckle from Theo and a smirk from Harry.
"I have a better chance of sleeping with Narcissa than that ever happening." Theo commented lightly.
Blaise shook his head as he laughed a little harder. He, like most purebloods, had heard stories of Narcissa being what was known as an 'Ice Queen' for most of her life.
However the laughter of both Blaise and Theo had come to an abrupt halt as both boys realised that Harry had his wand pressed against Theo's throat.
"H-Harry?" Theo gulped.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't cut out your voice box." Harry told him, his voice smooth.
"W-what are you talking about? W-why would you do that?" Theo shivered registering the dangerous look in Harry's eyes.
"For thinking about my Aunt in such a manner." Harry said pressing his wand a little harder against Theo's throat.
"Ahh." Theo grunted in a small amount of pain. "I'm sorry Harry, really, you know I meant nothing by it." The boy said, doing everything he could to avoid looking into Harry's cold eyes.
"Well." Harry chuckled. "It seems you have learnt something over the years." He sneered mockingly, lowering his wand.
"Now let's go, I'm not waiting for the little princess any longer." Harry told them, getting nervous nods from both boys before they headed over to the entrance.
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The three boys had settled into the Great hall with the rest of the school waiting for breakfast to begin when Draco had finally arrived at the Slytherin table.
"Thanks for waiting." Draco sniffed, doing his best to sound upset.
"Shut up and sit down Draco." Harry commented lightly, but to Draco the order was clear.
Quickly joining those at the table and sitting next to Harry the blonde raised a questioning eyebrow toward Blaise who merely shook his head in response.
"So why didn't you wait for me?" Draco asked Harry.
"Why would we do that?" Harry asked, not even turning to look at his cousin. "It seems that even here it takes you too long to do your hair."
Draco scoffed. "Just because I like to take care of how I look."
"Draco." Harry turned to face the blonde. "Look at me. I could your grandfathers clothes and I would still look incredible." He chuckled.
"What's your point?" Draco asked.
"It only takes me five minutes to get myself ready and thirty seconds to do my hair."
"What hair?" The blonde remarked, looking at the raven-haired boy with a 'what the hell' look.
It was true. Harry, over the years, had stuck to a particular hairstyle. It was faded on the sides, while being longer on top and slicked back, much like Draco's, only Harry's was a little longer.
According to Narcissa it was a popular hairstyle during the 1920's. Why Harry decided to go with it was anyone's guess.
"Nevertheless, it really shouldn't take long to get ready." Harry told him, turning back to look at the table because the food had finally arrived.
Reaching forward to grab some toast, a hand smacked his away.
Turning to his right, he found Daphne giving him an innocent smile.
"What was that?" he asked, sending her a cold glare.
"Let me." She told him, moving to get some toast
'The same thing happened last night.'
Not really sure what was going on he turned to Draco and raised an eyebrow only to get a shrug in response.
'Of course he's the wrong person to ask.' Harry surmised. 'Maybe I should just owl Narcissa.'
After Daphne finished putting food on his plate, Harry thanked her for it before picking up his knife and fork and started eating with a grace that only came from years of living with the Malfoys', completely missing the looks that some people were sending him.
'Who eats toast with a knife and fork?' Some of them thought.
'Forever dignified' Draco shook his head. 'Mother has really gotten to him.' Sighing, Draco decided to follow his example after all he too was raised by Narcissa.
Of course having bacon, eggs, and sausages on his plate also helped his decision.
"So Draco." Blaise began after swallowing a mouthful of his own food. "What do you think our classes are going to be like."
"Brilliant of course." Draco rolled his eyes. "Potions especially."
"Of course you would say that Draco." Harry resisted in rolling his eyes. "You're the only one who actually likes that idiot."
"Please, you're only saying that because he's never liked you." Draco huffed.
"Oh dearest godfather, please teach me." Theo mocked Draco before Harry could respond.
"I'll be ever so good godfather, please teach me." Blaise joined in, with his hands joined together in front of his chest.
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Up at the professor's table, Dumbledore and McGonagall finally arrived in the Great Hall.
Dumbledore sat in his chair while McGonagall started handing out Student timetables to the heads of houses.
When she reached Severus she noticed his attention was, as always, focused solely on the Slytherin table and giving it a quick glance she saw that the first years were all laughing at something that the Zabini boy was doing.
Although she noted that Harry wasn't joining in, he was just sitting there quietly sitting there eating.
'Now there's a child we will need to watch in the future.' She noted as she wordlessly handed Severus the Slytherin timetable before moving on.
'Those two had better behave themselves.' Severus thought to himself as he glanced at the timetables he had just been given.
'Alright so Draco had better behave himself.' The man sighed. 'Atleast Black knows how to be polite when he needs to be…Sometimes.' The man figured as he remembered walking into the Slytherin dorm the night before.
'He's already started whatever it is he has planned.' The man pondered. 'If he actually has something planned and the other Slytherins are already covering him' He sighed again as he remembered all of the excuses he had heard last night.
'He's dangerous.' Snape figured 'Even Dumbledore thinks so.' The man thought as he remembered the multiple conversations he has had with the old headmaster.
FLASHBACK
"What can you tell me about young Mr Black Severus." Albus asked from his position in his chair behind his desk.
'It's always about the boy.' Severus shook his head. "Nothing haven't told you before Albus."
"Remind me." The headmaster remarked
"From what Lucius tells me he has a rather…vindictive mean streak." The man answered. "But from what I've seen he always presents himself to be polite and charming to the point where you would never try to look beneath it all. A real Gentleman as Narcissa as proudly pointed out in the past."
"I see." Albus commented stroking his beard. "And has he ever shown any interest in the Dark Arts?"
"He was raised by the Lucius." Snape had to seriously stop himself from rolling his eyes at the question. "The should really tell you all you need to know."
"Any news on the boys father?" the old man sighed knowing that he couldn't refute the man's comments, no matter how much he desired otherwise.
"No. as always, those that I speak to really don't know who he is and as usual Lucius and Narcissa won't bring it up." Severus sighed. "Have you been able to discover anything?"
"Nothing, but I do have my suspicions." Albus explained.
"Would you care to elaborate?" Snape asked.
"Not at the moment Severus." Albus told him.
'I didn't think so.'
Of course albus's suspicion was that harry's father was of Voldemort but there was no way Albus was going to bring that up to Severus.
FLASHBACK END
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"I can't wait for this class." Draco told Harry from his seat next to him.
"Oh yes, I'm terribly excited Draco." Harry drawled. "Seeing Snape sneering down at everyone over his abnormally large nose." He sneered mockingly.
"I'm sure it's going to be the highlight of the lesson."
Huffing in indignation Draco was about to defend his godfather when the door to the classroom burst open and Snape walked in.
"There is to be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class." The man drawled as his made his way to the front of the classroom.
"For those of you who don't know me I am Severus Snape, head of Slytherin house and the only potions professor here at Hogwarts."
Picking up a large piece of parchment off of his desk he began taking the class register and predictably, in Harry's opinion, he stopped at Neville Longbottom.
"Ahh yes." The man's voice was nearly a whisper at this point. "Mr Longbottom our new celebrity."
Draco, along with the other Slytherin's had all started sniggering at the Gryffindor whilst Harry just sighed.
"Many of you." Snape began as he looked over the students. "Will hardly see this as Magic, but you are here to learn all about the subtle science of potion making. Now, I hardly expect any of you to understand the beauty of a simmering cauldron or the power that lies behind the liquids that can crawl through human veins that bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses." Snape paused her for what many the class assumed was for dramatic effect.
"I can teach you bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death." Harry just shook his head.
"Then again." Snape drawled. His attention now firmly on Neville, who, while listening, was trying to copy down everything Snape was saying.
"I will not teach those who have come to my class to not pay attention." He sneered at the Gryffindor, even though he knew exactly what the boy was doing.
"Longbottom!" Snape barked.
"Y-Yes sir?" Neville jumped nervously in his stool.
"Tell me Longbottom, What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood."
"I have no Idea sir." Neville replied.
"Tut tut, clearly fame isn't everything is it Longbottom." Snape mocked the bouy getting the Slytherins sans Harry, who had just rolled his eyes, to laugh at the boy.
"let's try again shall we Longbottom, where would you look if I told you to find me a Bezoar." Snape asked, pointedly ignoring Hermione Granger who was the only one in class who had raised her hand in the air to answer the question.
"I don't know sir." Neville shivered as he looked into Snape's cold eyes. At this point Hermione was mere inches away from actually standing up.
"One last time Mr Longbottom, what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"I really don't know sir." Neville answered. "I think Hermione knows sir, why don't you ask her." The boy said hoping the man would move on so he could stop being embarrassed.
"It looks like someone didn't pick up a book before coming to school." Draco whispered to Harry trying to mock the Gryffindor, only to get a raised eyebrow in response.
"Wait, are you telling me that you know the answer to all those questions." Harry whispered back only to get nothing but silence in return.
"I didn't think so, although you're right, anyone who did pick up the potions book would know the answer." Harry said out loud.
"Is that so Mr Black?" Snape sneered. "Then perhaps you would like to share with the rest of the class since you seem all too eager to interrupt and take my place as teacher."
Matching Snape's cold look with one of his own harry responded. "Very well sir, if you insist." He smirked.
"Asphodel and wormwood make a powerful sleeping potion known as The Draught of Living Death; A Bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a goat and as for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant also known as Aconite." Harry told the class.
"Will that be all sir?" harry sneered.
"Yes." The man growled. "Now why aren't any of you copying this down?" He asked, turning his attention back to the class.
"And a single point will be taken from Gryffindor for Longbottom's inability to read." Snape resisted the urge to smirk at the loud outcry of Gryffindor's who were outraged.
"Now, all of you get your equipment out if you haven't already and get started by following all of the directions on the board." He told as the sounds of people rummaging through their bags filled the room.
"Oh and that will be another two points from Gryffindor for yelling in my classroom." He smirked getting groans of disappoint from the red and gold students.
The rest of the class proved to be entertaining for the Slytherin's as things seemed to go from bad to worse for the Gryffindor's.
After they had followed the instructions on the board, Snape sorted them all into pairs and they had gone about making a simple, in Harry's opinion, boil cure, once again following the instructions on the board.
And while they were doing that, Snape, much to the Gryffindor's chagrin, had started walking around the class, criticizing everyone except Draco and by extension Harry.
'The idiot is practically preening himself every time his greasiness comes around.' Harry sniffed.
Aside from the occasional bark Snape made to the students for doing something wrong, the rest of the class went pretty well for Harry and Draco until Neville and his partner Seamus Finnigan had somehow managed to screw up their potion.
"Look at this everyone." Snape interrupted their work. "Look at the perfect way Mr Malfoy has stewed his horned slugs, everyone's potion should be this colour." He sneered at the class.
He was about to say more, just to rile the Gryffindor's up a bit more, when a loud sizzling sound echoed throughout the room and everyone turning to look saw a large cloud of green smoke erupting for Neville's and Seamus's cauldron which had, in seconds, turned into a big, twisted metal blob with their potion spilling out across the floor burning holes into everyone's bags and shoes. While Neville had unfortunately, or fortunately depending on which way you looked at it, was completely drenched in the stuff which luckily was only slightly burning his skin.
"Idiot boy." Snape shouted as he and the class watched as Longbottom fell to ground groaning in pain.
"You, Granger, why didn't you warn him not to add the quills until after he stewed his horns?" he asked the bushy haired girl. "I suppose you thought it would make you look good if he screwed up didn't you? That's five points from Gryffindor"
At this point Granger was both too outraged and upset to argue that she wasn't even Neville's partner.
CHAPTER END