Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter this story wouldn't be fanfiction then would it?

Title: Obsidian Prince
Pairings: none
Rating: T
Warnings:

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Chapter 15

After the houses shuffled out of the main hall Albus Dumbledore stood up and started the trek back to his office. Luckily Severus Snape was a cunning man and already had a plan to diffuse Dumbledore's attention from Obsidian.

Severus jogged slightly to catch up to the headmaster, who currently looked like a man on a mission, a mission that could not mean any good for Obsidian.

"Headmaster" Severus stated when he was just behind Dumbledore. The headmaster of Hogwarts whipped around a flicker of annoyance crossing his face but then quickly changing to a warm smile. Snape grimaced at the man, Dumbledore may be adept at hiding his emotions but Severus was a spy, it was his job to read every micro expression on a person's face.

"Was there something you needed Severus?" Dumbledore's voice startled him out of his thoughts and he quickly regained his composure.

"Yes, headmaster. At supper tonight I was keeping an eye on my nephew and I noticed that the Longbottom brat showed open rage towards him, even though he's never met him. I believe that maybe the tournament last year might have hit Longbottom harder than we realized and I believe he may be heading down a path of emotional breakdown. I think it would be wise if this year you keep a special eye on him so that in his critical emotional state that he doesn't seek comfort from the dark arts, as I did long ago," at that Severus dipped his head and looked on the ground. He heard Dumbledore's sharp intake of breath and then his nervous shuffling of feet as if he desperately needed to be somewhere and Severus inwardly smirked.

"Thank you for bringing this into the light Severus, I'll have to keep an especially close eye on young Neville this year." Dumbledore said quickly before he quickly turned on the spot and briskly stalked towards his office.

When he was gone the potions master smiled, his plan had worked. The headmaster had almost completely forgotten about Obsidian and was going to focus his sole attention onto his supposed Golden Boy. Severus smiled happily all the way down to his chamber in the dungeons, one more worry off his chest.

X-X-X

After Dinner Obsidian followed the other Slytherins down to the dungeons where their rooms resided. The group stopped in front of an extremely menacing suit of armor, one which had a spiked helm reaching towards the sky. Draco whispered to Obsidian that their password this month was "Cottonmouth" and that their passwords had to change regularly since cocky Gryffindors always tried to sneak into the Slytherin common room.

As soon as the head boy, a short skinny boy with sandy curly hair named Ferguson whispered the password, the armor bowed and then moved to the side and a passageway appeared out of the stone wall behind where it had just stood. Ferguson bowed in response and led the house into the common room.

Obsidian glanced around at the room they had just entered, it was furnished with silver and green with an obvious theme of snakes permeating throughout the room. Obsidian was looking around the room neutrally when he noticed a painting of a man he instantly recognized above the fireplace.

Sitting in a lavish green armchair above the fireplace was a portrait of the founder of the house of snakes, Salazar Slytherin. Obsidian's eyes narrowed at the portrait, how much did it know? Did one portrait of a man know everything that another portrait of the same man knew?

The portrait noticed him and nodded at him, giving him a look that promised a talk later when the room was empty. Obsidian nodded in response to the portrait and turned his attention to Ferguson who was addressing the first years which also apparently meant him.

"…And our head of house is Severus Snape. He's the professor of potions here and also a potions master. Although he may be our head of house it wouldn't be wise to cross him, Obsidian can probably elaborate on that to those who don't believe me. Anyways although he can be strict he's reliable and you can go to him if you have any problems. Besides Professor Snape you can go to either me or your head girl Nina, for help with anything at all. Slytherin house does not tolerate squabbles within, Slytherins are sneaky so you should act like it and conceal or deal with all arguments and strife before Nina or I catch wind of it. When you are in Slytherin house, you are with family so don't be afraid to rely on each other. Rooms are sorted by years on floor, first years on the first floor, seventh years on the top, I hope you understand the rest."

The first years took that as a sign to leave and hurriedly went to check out their new rooms while Ferguson waved Obsidian behind. "Prince, you're to stay on the fifth floor with your academic year mates even though it's only your first year at Hogwarts." Obsidian nodded and walked over to where Draco was leaning against a wall near the fireplace. Draco stood up straight when Obsidian headed towards him, "want to go check out our rooms?"

"Why not?" Obsidian responded, and the two headed up the stairs to the fifth floor where the rest of their year mates were staying. Obsidian noted his name on a door with five other boys including Draco and Theo.

The two walked into the room and noted that the other four boys were in there already, two of them sleeping, one of them reading, and one of them unpacking. Obsidian noted that the boy unpacking was the boy he had sat next to in the great hall and would have to introduce himself soon. The two boys sleeping looked rather large and uninteresting while Theo was the one sitting on the bed reading. When he noticed Draco and Obsidian had entered he perked up and put his book down.

"Hey guys, what took you so long?" He asked curiously.

"Obsidian here wanted to listen to Ferguson's entire first year speech." Draco replied monotonously, while rolling his eyes.

Obsidian grimaced in response, "and I regretted every second of it."

Obsidian heard the boy unpacking chuckle and he looked quizzically at him, the boy was either Crabbe, Goyle, or Zabini. Judging by names he deduced that the two large boys sleeping would be Crabbe and Goyle and this would be Zabini, but you could never trust a last name to describe someone. I mean Tom isn't a riddle…..point withdrawn, Obsidian thought offhandedly.

The boy finished unpacking and walked over to Obsidian, "I don't think I properly introduced myself at the feast. My name is Blaise Zabini." The boy offered his hand politely.

Obsidian looked at the hand warily then quickly flicked his tongue out, smelling the air for danger, deeming it safe, he extended his hand in greeting at the now weirded out Blaise Zabini. "Obsidian Prince" he responded.

Blaise smirked, "You had quite a performance at the feat tonight."

Obsidian shrugged and Draco shuddered, "Not as bad as usual." Draco said in a whispery fearful tone and Obsidian just rolled his eyes, but Blaise and Theo's curiosity's were perked at the new insight.

"Usually," Draco continued, "Obsidian goes out and kills his own food in the forest and brings it back and eat s it raw in front of everyone or sometimes on a good day will eat it where he found it."

Theo looked like he was going to be sick but Blaise just appeared to be pondering, "do all Romanians like the taste of blood?" Blaise asked, referring to the myth of all vampires spawning from Romania, in specific Transylvania. Draco just shrugged at this, not knowing very much about the country but Obsidian tapped his foot angrily,

"If you two are finished regaling my eating habits I think It would be wise to get some sleep for our first day of classes tomorrow. Theo hastily nodded while Draco shrugged and Blaise yawned. Obsidian briskly nodded at their response and stripped off his robe and upper layers until he was shirtless and barefoot, then hopped into bed, curling up like a snake and promptly falling asleep.

Draco rolled his eyes at Obsidian and quickly grabbed his bathroom kit from his trunk which had been sent with everyone else's to their respective rooms and high tailed it to the bathroom before anyone else could get in.

Theodore groaned, he knew how long Draco took to get ready, having been his roommate the previous year also. He sighed and crept back into his bed and opened his book back up to continue where he'd left off.

Blaise caught on to Theo's drift as it had already been 20 minutes and Draco hadn't come out of the bathroom yet so he laid back on his bed and mused about the new fifth year boy in Slytherin this year. His accent almost sounded like hissing, but maybe all Romanians accents were like that? He had yet to meet a Romanian besides Obsidian, but what about that thing with his tongue? After his mother had told him that the Dark Lord had a snake familiar Blaise had brought it upon himself to learn all he could about snakes if ever he would be faced with or have to take care of the Dark Lord's familiar. Even though he had read many books on snakes Blaise distinctly remembered all the information and he now thought back on the fact he had read that snakes smell with their tongues. Blaise mused over the similarities between Obsidian and a snake for a few moments longer when he realized that Draco was out of the bathroom and that both him and Theo were asleep, Theo having never gotten to the bathroom fell asleep with his book open on his face. Blaise sniggered and headed into the bathroom to wash up before he headed into an uneasy snake filled sleep.

X-X-X

Obsidian's eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up from the spot on the ground where he was laying. Looking around the room he noticed that no one else was yet awake and he heard distinct snoring from the two occupants he had yet to meet. Briskly he put on his clothes from yesterday and headed down the stairs to the common room which was currently unoccupied luckily, and Obsidian turned his attention to the portrait of Salazar staring down at him.

"What do you know?"

"Everything I do at the manor."

Obsidian narrowed his eyes in confusion at the portrait, at which it sighed.

"Consider a painting as a window, and me the subject being surrounded by different windows that I can see you out of and can be seen out of but you can't see the other window. I am the same Salazar you talk to every couple of days back at the manor, but now hopefully here you will talk to me some more."

Obsidian nodded in understanding, magic was confusing and there were still some aspects of it that were hard for him to fully grasp yet. He then stiffened and switched to Parseltongue.

"~If possible try to keep an eye on Dumbledore, I'll speak to you soon but someone's approaching so farewell.~"

Salazar nodded and then resumed his normal position on the portrait while Obsidian sat down on one of the chairs and stretched out so it looked as though he'd been relaxing there for awhile. He cast a glance up as Blaise and two third year girls came down the stairs. Blaise headed in his direction and sat down on the chair next to him while the two girls set up a chess game over in the corner, while simultaneously giggling and looking over at Obsidian and Blaise.

Obsidian looked up at Blaise with a frown, his eyes didn't meet him because instead Blaise's eyes were directed at Obsidian's hand which was at an awkward angle that showed off his rings that went previously unnoticed by most of the Slytherins.

"Those are some nice rings you've got there Prince." Blaise said in awe while Obsidian narrowed his eyes significantly.

"Yesss they are." Obsidian hissed out, his words laced with poison, disliking this Blaise person by the second. "My father gave one of them to me before he died and Severus gave me the other."

Blaise met Obsidian's eyes with contempt showing in his own, not at all believing Obsidian's story and having recognized the symbols on the ring from somewhere but not sure where. Obsidian bared his teeth at Blaise, ready to rip him to shreds for daring to treat him in such a poor manner when Draco suddenly stepped into the room, sparkling with all his fresh clean glory.

Obsidian gave one last glare at Blaise who returned it with a look of mild amusement before Obsidian stalked over to sit in a different section in the room away from Blaise. He heard Salazar snort but ignored it for now, he had to focus on Blaise. Tom had instructed him not to blow the cover that they had devised until it was absolutely necessary and the second day of school was definitely not the correct time. Blaise was a factor that they hadn't suspected, he was too curious, it would be in Obsidian's best interest to distance himself from the boy as much as possible. The act would not be easy since it appeared that Blaise was friends with Theo and maybe Draco who were currently the only people he knew his age besides Longbottom, Weasley, and Parkinson.

Draco looked at Obsidian in confusion when he had stalked away seething, and when Blaise had heard the portrait of Salazar Slytherin snort and Blaise looked at Slytherin with a fire in his eyes before running out of the common room into the corridor. Draco then shrugged and sat down near Obsidian who seemed to be silently musing.

"Professor Snape will be around soon to give us our schedules," Draco stated offhandedly and Obsidian whipped his head around to look at him. Draco fidgeted a bit under Obsidian's steady acid green gaze before continuing, "I believe you'll have most if not all of your classes with the rest of our year."

Draco's prediction was apparently true because soon the common room filled up and Professor Snape walked around handing out schedules. Apparently Draco had also been right because when Obsidian glanced down at his schedule he noticed that he had almost every class the same as Draco except that instead of double potions with Severus he had a normal Potions class, Care of Magical creature's class, and divination. Upon inquiring about this Draco informed him that most students only have to take COMC until third year when they can opt to switch it to something better. Apparently since it was Obsidians first year he got stuffed into a lot of classes that people switched out of.

Blaise sat in the common room surrounded by books with a small light from his wand illuminating him and his books. Glancing down at a book on his lap he sucked in a breath at what he saw before him. On the page was a picture of a silver ring with a large emerald in the middle, a silver s on the emerald and silver snakes on the edge. Below the picture it was stated

This ring belonged to Salazar Slytherin, famous for cofounding Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry. It had been passed down through generations of the Slytherin family line but was thought to have been destroyed with the death of You-Know-Who. It can only be worn by a member of the Slytherin line for if worn by a non family member the wearer shall get rapidly sick and die within days.

Blaise closed the book with a bang unknowingly waking up the painting on top of the fireplace. "Obsidian is You-Know-Who's son." He said quietly as his eyes alightened with knowing, but that was only part of the secret that was Obsidian Prince and Blaise was determined to figure it all out.

He quickly gathered his books and turned off his life, Salazar hearing his light footsteps as he headed back to his room.

Salazar glanced at where he had seen Blaise, where did the boys loyalties lie? If he told Dumbledore of his new discovery that would cause misfortune of the life of his new favorite desendent, he would have to tell Obsidian when he wakes up. He would know what to do.

AN: Happy new year! Here's a new chapter! Reviews will help to increase the flow of chapters I make, mostly because they get me reinterested in the story when I lose interest. SO if you want new chapters review!

I did some quick sketches on deviantart of Obsidian which u can check out the links on my profile page. I'll try to do some more sketches for the story soon so I'll keep you posted!

-KaosDemon