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Chapter Eight: In Which Harry Finds a New Perspective

Harry had given up on trying to give the fat lady the password, luckily she would accept anything from him, she knew who he was and let him through anyway.

"Open the fuck up," he said when he reached the top of the stairs.

"I have it on good authority that that is not actually the correct password," Salazar smirked, "Took you a while to get here."

"What on earth did you decide to make the dungeons a maze for? They're insane, I'm glad I wasn't a Slytherin," Harry told him smirking slightly.

"So am I," Slytherin sniffed, "You are far more suited to Godric with your minimal brains and nice body and terrific stamina and-"

"Slytherin!" Harry interrupted blushing with a horrified look, "I really don't want to know anything about…anything."

The founder burst out laughing, "Such a prude for one so young. If you want to tell anyone anything I can play interpreter for a while longer if you like."

"Oh thank you!" Harry grinned as the portrait opened, "That'd be great."

"Oh and Harry?" He ducked his head back around the corner, "Call me Sal."

Inside the common room were a few students sitting around watching the door, he finally recognised what was happening and ignored all of them in favour of walking over to Ron and Hermione who were quietly reading in the corner. Harry recognised one of his charmed Quidditch magazines which looked for all intents and purposes like a potion's textbook.

"Ron, Hermione you have to come quick I found this portrait of Slytherin and he can understand me and agreed to be interpreter and he can…" they both looked at him tolerantly he shut his mouth and grabbed both of their arms pulling them after him, out to the portrait where the fat lady usually stood.

"Mione, why is Slytherin guarding our dorms?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Umm excuse me sir but why are you here?" Hermione asked curiously.

"What are they saying?" Harry asked impatiently.

Salazar laughed, "They are basically wondering why the fuck Salazar Slytherin is guarding the Gryffindor dormitories."

Hermione's eyes widened in understanding, "Sir, can you interpret between Harry and everyone else?"

"Why whatever gave you that idea my dear?" Sal grinned mischievously.

"Oh Harry!" She pulled him into a hug, "We've been so worried about you did you realise you were speaking parseltongue? How did it really happen? You have detention all week, even the weekend, you shouldn't have gone out flying without permission like that, you have to go to all your classes but its silly, we need to go visit Professor Lupin sometime, we haven't been allowed to yet because of the full moon, we haven't heard anything about Sirius yet, I don't know if Remus knows about you or not. We can't tell him the real story even if you tell us, I haven't found anything useful in the library yet, you're missing a lot of work," she paused for breath.

"Woah, hold up a little, I have to actually repeat it to him he doesn't understand just by me being here, what are the most important things?" Slytherin said blinking.

Hermione took a deep breath and calmed slightly, "First off does he know he is speaking in parseltongue?"

"He didn't but he does now."

"Thank you, he has detention for the rest of the week including the weekend, with Professor Snape," she continued.

Sal smirked at Harry, "Apparently you have detention with Severus for the rest of the week, including the weekend. Something about you shouldn't have gone flying?"

Harry swore, "Yeah, oh well, I knew I wouldn't get away with it. Gives me something to do anyway."

"Ok, what else does he need to know?" the portrait asked looking at Ron.

"I think he'll want to know that we can't visit Remus until tomorrow at the earliest because of the full moon, we don't know what the deal is with Sirius yet but we can ask tomorrow afternoon. Oh and we still expect him at Quidditch practice, we need our seeker," Ron grinned.

"Well apparently there are rules about visiting someone called Remus and you can't see him until tomorrow at the earliest so you are going tomorrow afternoon to ask about someone called Sirius and you are expected at Quidditch practices no matter your verbal abilities," Sal told him, "Oh and the redhead thinks you're hot and the brunette is asking about the possibility of a threesome."

Harry snorted, "Whatever you reckon Sal, you were going well until you got to the end."

He grinned, "Is there anything you'd like to tell them while I'm here?"

"Ummm thanks?" Harry said thoughtfully.

"He told me to say thank you," Salazar said to them, leaning against the frame.

Hermione gave the boy-who-lived a hug and Ron clapped him on the shoulder.

"You're welcome Harry, we're just glad you're not alone anymore."

"They said they're happy for you, Severus has a sexy voice and he'll be good for you," Sal told him yawning slightly.

Harry fixed him with a glare, "You're bloody lucky I'm the only one who can understand you."

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Now that he understood what was going on Harry ignored everyone and ate breakfast silently. Charms went by in a whirl of gibberish around Harry's little bubble of self imposed silence. Along the way to potions though, Slytherin decided to stalk them through the various portraits.

"So you have class with Severus now eh?" Sal smirked as he followed dodging painted people.

"Yes, we have potions unfortunately, although now that I can't understand a word maybe I'll actually go better," Harry snorted.

"What? You keep getting distracted by his deep sexy voice eh?" he asked with a completely straight face.

"What?" Harry squeaked in a very manly way, "Since when has Snape's voice been considered sexy? Did I miss something?"

"Obviously!" Sal snorted, "Have you never listened to the man? What is wrong with the younger generation? For goodness sake, I give up. During class why don't you sit and listen to him? He has a voice like sex."

Harry blushed bright red, "Shut up Sal, you're such a pervert."

"And you young Harry are an absolute prude, one day you'll learn my way is far more fun," He winked and stopped moving as they reached the door to the potions classroom, "Go get him tiger."

"Fuck off," Harry muttered.

"Hmm that's not a bad idea," He winked and wandered off.

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And so began the most uncomfortable potions class of Harry's life, and that is certainly saying something. All he could think of was Sal's words and description of Snape's voice. He found himself paying close attention to that particular voice and had to admit it was kind of sexy, only because he couldn't understand what the man was saying, if he had been able to understand him he was sure the voice wouldn't have the same effect.

Harry found, to his extreme embarrassment that he spent the entire class trying to fight down an erection. He totally ignored the Malfoy next to him who tried to get his attention and get him talking throughout the entire class.

The young Malfoy used what was obviously supposed his 'sexy' voice, compared to Snape it was nothing. The man had a voice that promised black satin sheets and alcohol; sounded like every forbidden thing you've ever wanted but couldn't have. It was the last piece of chocolate, the finest wine from the cellar of a collector, it was sex personified and wrapped up the package of…. Snape.

Greasy, cranky, big-nosed, nasty Snape. The most hated teacher of Hogwarts, death eater, head of Slytherin.

Harry watched him speculatively, as he yelled something incomprehensible at Neville who stared wide eyed and horrified at his bubbling potion. There was no denying the greasiness of his hair, but he was the potion's master, working with potions all the time would do that to you, he had always noticed his hair feeling lank after the class, most likely Snape had just given up after a while, it wasn't like it really mattered when he only had to take classes of kids after all. He did have a big nose, but it wasn't out of place, it suited him if you actually looked, any smaller would have looked odd.

Yes he was cranky, but the more he heard the less nasty he thought the man to be, worry and fear touched his words as he yelled at Neville. Had that always been there? He'd never noticed before, he'd never actually gotten past the fact that he was yelling to think about why.

In his mind he could hear that voice yelling his name over and over again, no longer full of anger but now fear, slowly though the voice took on different properties and Harry blushed in horror as he realised he was fantasizing about Snape in his potions class.

He quickly pulled his robe to make sure his front was covered, trying not to brush the front of his pants.

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