A/N: sorry for the delay on this chapter...a few things came up that needed to be dealt with but i didnt forget...also, i wanted to answer a couple things before i let u head on down to read:

tsunami--so far, ur the only one thats given me the answer...and it is right too...congrats:D

panther73110--in a way yes, it is harry their talking about but only because of his blood...the king they refer to in past tense is the one they served before he died...now they talk of their king's son

now on to the next chapter:D

Chapter Six

Down below the castle made school waited a group of First Year Slytherins in their Common Room for their Head of House when someone else decided to quench their curiosity, whispers ringing out, "The Bloody Baron!"

All eyes stared at the silvery blood flecked ghost as he floated before stunned students, then reached out for one child who seemed to be calling him, "You shouldn't be here."

Harry barely tipped his head towards the hand, eyes bright with ancient knowledge as they connected with the ghost, agreeing, "No, but I am."

"One of mine?"

"Perhaps."

A throat cleared as Severus Snape entered the Common Room, only to find his little snakes staring with wide eyes at the youngest Potter and their resident House ghost. "Baron, if you will, Peeves is irritating the others again." The Bloody Baron gave a single nod and vanished. Unnerved by the sight he had seen, Severus fought it back behind his stoic masks, speaking slowly and quiet, "There are few rules I demand all my Snakes to follow. I expect nothing less than obedience to them. I also expect nothing more than loyalty to your fellow House members as well as me, your Head of House. I also expect you to rise early tomorrow for a House meeting, where you will be told the rules and greet the others. As for now, good night and sleep well." He waited until his Prefects led his tired snakes to their respected rooms and then slipped away.

Classes

"What's our first class?" Ember had stumbled down, still yawning and wishing to go back to bed. She followed her friends who followed the older students to breakfast.

Hermione, her newest and probably bestest friend besides Harry, opened her mouth to speak when Ron cried out, uncaring that he possibly spit out food he was chewing, "Potions!" Both girls glared at him before glancing down at their schedules, sighing at the truth.

Ember hated Potions, didn't care for the smelly or squishy things she had to touch. Mum never could get her interested in such things. She was too much like her father, at least according to Mum. Although, she knew Harry would probably enjoy the class. He seemed to like anything that allowed him to learn or experiment. For now, she was disgusted, "Gross! We'll be smelling like that all day now!"

"Yeah," Ron finally swallowed his mouthful before pointing out something else, "but look what else we'll be with. Slytherins! And first thing in the morning."

"Why put us together with them without a buffer! Most of the other classes have all First Years together!"

A soft tone interrupted their argument before it could go any further, "two sides of a coin never truly meet despite the hopes of many."

Ember practically fell from her seat as she twirled around, "Harry!" She pressed a hand to her racing heart as did many of the Gryffindors. She also noticed the older ones looking absolutely stunned, as well as those who sat in front of her, who should have seen Harry coming. "Mum said no sneaking!"

Harry's lips twitched as he held out a small package, "Here."

"I wouldn't, Ember, you never know what those slimy snakes did to it!"

Emerald eyes pierced the fuming Weasley with a blank stare, while Harry continued his say, "We knew you would forget." He began to walk away murmuring, "The bell, Em."

The Gryffindors had tried to go back to eating when a loud sound rang clear, making Ember huff, "I hate when he does that!" She looked down as if she realized for the first time the package given her. She recognized it as the extra potions supplies Harry had gotten for her. "Besides, Harry's my brother. I trust him, always." She walked away with Hermione while Ron scrambled to follow.

Further down the Hall was a hissing conversation among a small group of First Year Slytherins. "We don't associate with them!" Harry ignored Pansy's screech, moving on towards class. He further ignored the question, "Or is it just Potter?"

It wasn't until they were in class, seated, that he answered, "Potter, as you like to call her, is my sister. I will do as I please when it comes to family." His eyes looked away at nothing as he spoke the next part without emotion, "If one does not care, shadows will bite back."

Everyone went quiet as the doors slammed back open, after they had closed when they all piled inside, to admit the Potions Professor. He was quick and harsh throughout the class, especially when he called on one student in particular, "Ah, Miss Potter, our newest celebrity. Tell me, where does one find a bezoar?"

Ember glared at the sneering wizard as she shrugged her shoulders, mockingly saying, "I don't know, do you?"

Onyx eyes darkened even more, "Clearly, fame isn't everything for you. Detention and thirty points from Gryffindor, Miss Potter." Snape turned back to his students, "Let's hope the rest of you haven't pushed aside your studies."

By the end of class, a fuming Ember Potter stormed out with her House while the Slytherins paused to watch the fight among theirs. Harry ignored their stares as he carefully packed away his things but he didn't ignore the harsh grip from one Pansy Parkinson, "If you wish to survive here, you will do well to remember whose House you reside. We do not mix with filth!"

Emerald eyes were blank as they eyed her and the others, almost as if they weren't there. He barely shook off her nail tight grip without so much as a whimper, "Do not preach to me. I am but a servant in this world as are you. I am but family to some you call filth as are most of you." His eyes suddenly darkened, for once flaring his magic and aura, making it seem as if the temperature dropped, though it could be the cold feeling of the dungeons that seemed to cross over each and reaching deep inside, "Remember that shadows bite back but perhaps it isn't me you should worry about but the single insanity nearing." He then slipped into the shadows that curled from nowhere as he went out the open door, leaving behind a fearful group who were desperately trying to revive their masks.

"He is one of ours."

Severus turned to face a curious House ghost, "Baron?"

The Baron smirked, "He walks as we do, my dear snakes. He sees what few can anymore." He was unwilling to deliver secrets of his kindred. It wasn't their nature to speak of their way, not to anyone who didn't already know.

Harry simply ignored whatever was happening behind him as he moved on towards his next class, easing the shifting shadows in his mind back to its hibernating sleep. He knew he had provoked some kind of reaction from those in his House. Anyone who listened or just gave passing thought would immediately assume he was a potential, if not already, a Seer. Most likely the Purebloods, or those more determined, would push to discover his blood line, only to notice the Potters weren't known to carry Seer's blood in their linage. He should know, his father had already tried. They would then try to trace the Evans' line, possibly finding a family of squibs and Muggles. Lily couldn't even remember a single story or relative that ever had the knack for tarot or palm reading, nor the ability to tell any type of future by trance or crystal ball. Then again, he wasn't really a Seer though his ability to fall into trances and speak of unknown could qualify, perhaps in a way I am.

A floor above, Ember frowned. She didn't like Potions class; it was much like their father described, though without mum in the background shaking her head. Harry would at least excel while she'd just get by. But that didn't worry her. What did was the faint feeling that Harry was doing his trance ability. Dad had consistently refused to get him checked or registered as a potential Seer. Harry was unique, yes, Dad was willing to admit, but that didn't mean the family was going to flaunt it. Dad and Mum both agreed to it as a quirk Harry developed after that Halloween night, when Harry should have died. They never saw it as Seeing but as walking the thin line, he was, after all, closer to death than anyone had ever been. "Ember?"

She blinked as her train of thought was interrupted, realizing she was probably pulling one of Harry's scary trances or being way too quiet than her usual self. "Oh, sorry, Hermione, was just thinking."

Ron nodded, "I wouldn't blame you. You probably trying to find ways to pay back that biased bloody bas…."

"Ronald Weasley!" Said red head boy simply glared at the shocked brunette. Ember couldn't hold back her snort of laughter, which brought Hermione's rash anger to her, "Ember Potter! It is not nice to make fun of a Professor like that! It's considered rude!"

She patted the huffing girl's arm, "It's okay, Hermione. It's all water under the bridge now but at least he'll be fair to Harry."

Ron snorted this time, "yea, fair alright. He's only fair to those slimy snakes, after all Potter's a snake now, of course he'll be fair."

Hazel eyes locked on blue, narrowing and making Ron choke on his laugh, "Potter happens to be my brother, Ronald. I love my brother and I don't care if he's a snake, as you put it." She ignored his stuttering apology, turning away to walk to their next class, "Shouldn't we head out before we're late?"

They meekly followed their sullen friend, not wanting to irritate her more.

It wouldn't be until their First flying lesson that she seemed quite herself.

Ember enjoyed to fly, more so than Harry. The need to be a part of the sky and winds practically overwhelmed her. She was so much like her father, as her mum would always say, that she would give up everything just to fly everyday and all day. Although, she was trying to convince Hermione flying was safe and nothing bad could really happen, until Neville's incident. Watching Neville's broom go out of control and then him falling several feet in the air only to land hard enough to either break or bruise his left wrist had Hermione hyper-ventilating. And Ember's next action nearly gave the poor Muggleborn witch a heart attack.

Ember glanced over as she saw Malfoy leaning down with a smirk. Her eyes narrowed in disgust as a pale hand held up Neville's gift from his grandmother, his Remembrall. "Clumsy oaf should have given this a squeeze."

She barreled over to him, "Give it back, Malfoy!"

Malfoy smirked wider as he mounted his broom, gracefully lifting off, "Sure. How about on the roof?"

"No!" Ember ignored the screams from Hermione as Ron cheered her on; most of her House was cheering her on. She quickly followed the smug Slytherin to the air, ignoring everything but her friend's possession in his slimy hands.

Malfoy blinked, as if he hadn't believed she would call his bluff, "Give it back, Malfoy. There isn't anyone here to save you now!" He shrugged at her demand, rearing back his arm and letting loose the small ball. She didn't notice as he quickly landed as she rushed to capture the tiny glass object before it could shatter upon the stone walls. Flipping at the last second as she caught it, to avoid crashing into a window, Ember sighed in relief, checking over Neville's gift, sighing longer as she noticed it wasn't even smudged or cracked.

She had barely landed when a cry echoed, "Miss Potter!" She groaned, ignoring the sniggers of the snakes and the sad moans of the lions, as well as the mutterings of the other Houses as she turned to face a stern Gryffindor Head of House. "I've never! Come with me this instant, young lady." She handed the Remembrall over to a concerned Hermione before rushing after McGonagall. Her head hung low as she thought of her parents' reactions to the trouble she was causing when the next sentence she heard out of her Professor's mouth stunned her, "Wood, I've found you a Seeker!" Oh Merlin, were her thoughts as she gave a shaky smile to the brightly smiling older classman, Mum's going to kill me!