AN:

Oni: Hurrah! Back with another chapter!

Eridan: About time.

Oni: Yeah, this took longer than expected, but hey, it's done!

Eridan: And the theme of this chapter is sentimentality?

Oni: Basically.

Eridan: Ah.

Oni: Hey Harry! Do you mind?

Harry:

"English"

"Alternian"

Oni: And Ron?

Ron: Oni does not own Harry Potter or Homestuck. This idea for the fanfiction is, however, originally hers. Can I have my chicken now?

Oni: Yes you can *chucks Ron some cooked chicken* And while Ron is eating, you guys can read! Onwards!

"This is an outrage!"

"No it is not little one, you are far too young to attend an official Order meeting, so up you go with the others!"

"Ridiculous! I'vve killed your laughably wweak Dementors and this is wwhat I get? Wwhat happened to fearin me?"

"You are still a child Mr. Ampora, now go!"

It was suffice to say that Eridan Ampora was not in a good mood. With all the panic the humans had gone through to find him, the fear of having a faceless Dementor killing troll in their midst, the second they found out he was a child they began to treat him like some helpless wriggler. Who were they to judge him like he wasn't a capable killer, like he couldn't reduce them to ashes before they could even process the words 'genocidal maniac'? For Empress's sake, he kills the troll equivalent of a human parent as his occupancy, and these humans think that they were going to pull this one on him? Treating him like he couldn't even sit in on one simple Order meeting because he was 'too young'?

What a colossal pile of festering, fetid, foul, and utterly fictitious equine excrement.

Nevertheless, he complied with the hivehold matriarch, all the while barely holding in the homicidal thoughts that threatened to bubble to the surface. While marching back up to the room with the other non-adult humans, all of whom were in a similar mind state of discontent to Eridan himself, the troll took the time to calm down and look at the situation rationally. The violet blooded seadweller expected this from the humans since Harry's explanation of why he and the others were barred from attending the meeting as well, and the gears were turning in his think pan of how to use this rift between the adults and those in Wriggler Quarantine to his advantage. From what Eridan could gather, the human adults most definitely had information that they considered too classified to show children. In this sense, the troll can derive that what they were discussing had to do with specific battle tactics of the War. What specifically, they would have to discover later, and was something that Eridan would have to work around. Oh well, with his tactical skills, paired with Ron's own strategical prowess, could probably come up with a far better plan than whatever the glub they were planning on the floor below. So for now the path of least resistance was to research on a subject the adults were doing absolutely nothing about - Voldemort's Parasites.

Once they were all gathered into the room, Molly Weasley shut the door behind her and Eridan felt the multitudes of locking spells wash over the door, trapping all the teens inside once more with little chance of escape. A calmer, more collected Eridan turned to the rest of the occupants in the room, noting their sour expressions, and cleared his throat. Immediately their heads whipped around to face the grey-skinned alien.

"Is there a wway to make this room private?" was his first question, which was quickly answered by a determined Hermione Granger.

Hermione nodded in response, taking out her wand and waving it in complex patterns, muttering under her breath. Eridan felt the magic she was invoking into the room through his horns, sensing as the spells sunk into the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the window and the door. A slight shiver ran down his cartilage spine as he smiled. Magic really was a wonderful thing, and he couldn't wait to learn it.

"That should give us enough privacy." the bushy-haired girl sighed out.

"Excellent."

The grin he sported, which had scared the teens just hours before, now elicited mad grins from everyone in the room. Eridan leapt up on one of the tables in an attempt to make himself taller.

"The Order of the Flamin Cluckbeast," a few chuckled at this, "is hidin some information from us, correct?"

He was answered with nods of affirmation.

"Then is it also, in return, fair that wwe pursue our owwn projects, and keep the knowwledge to ourselvves? Wwe havve made a breakthrough wwith discovverin the Parasites wwithin five hours of meetin each other, and I am certain that the more wwe go on our owwn, wwithout the adults, wwe could make wwavves in our research, more than they could in this single meetin.

Wwe havve the advvantage, it is us."

"So what now?" asked Ron, who had once again taken a seat on the strange human contraption known as a 'bed'.

"Havve you made sure that no one wwill interfere?" Hermione nodded, causing Eridan to grin widely, "Then let's go."

"Um, Eridan?" Neville started, prompting the troll to face him.

"Yes, Nevv?" Neville blinked a few times at the nickname, but continued.

"Where are we going?"

This caused the violet blooded seadweller's grin to grow wider.

"I'm vvery glad you asked."

Eridan ushered the teens to the edge of the room, their backs against the locked door, and pushed some of the beds to the side walls. This left a rather large open area in the middle of the room. The human teens stood there, mystified at the seadweller's actions, but stayed where they were. Eventually the troll strode and stood in front of them with a smirk. Before they could open their mouths to ask him any questions, Eridan uncapchalogged the Veil from his Sylladex, letting it stand imposingly in the center of the room as if it were always there, always meant to be there. This sudden appearance of the stone arch caused some gasps of awe to resonate in the room.

"Wwe…" he motioned to the Veil, his violet cape billowing dramatically, "Are goin to Alternia."

"Alternia?" Harry choked out, "Your home planet?"

"Only to gather books, of course," Eridan said, "but yes. I may need your help, and I don't think any of you wwould wwant to miss a chance to see wwhat another planet is like, no? Wwe should be back in an hour."

None of them could argue with that logic, and Harry was pretty sure that none of them wanted to be left here while the rest got to explore an alien planet. Harry shared a glance with his friends, and they all seemed rather hyped up to go.

"Alright then," the Boy Who Lived stated, licking his dry lips, "let's go."

One by one, they walked into the Veil, led by Eridan. Harry was the last to go through, as he wanted to make sure everyone got through the stone archway first. When he finally stepped through, he found himself in a large chamber, lit with lanterns with grey flames. Looking around, Harry found the rest of the group investigating the chamber as well. On the back wall was a separate room, which Eridan beckoned them into. Harry blanched at the skeletons sitting on teal wooden chairs, but then noticed the magical items placed on the shelves.

"Wow," Ron commented, "You loot really well."

He got hit upside the head by Hermione.

"Ron!"

"Sorry…" Ron replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's fine, he's right. I knoww wwhat to take durin a loot. It's a compliment, really."

Luna was reading some of the parchments that were lying on the shelves while Neville started to explain to Eridan what some of the objects did. They were interrupted by the white haired girl when she tapped the troll's shoulder and smiled at him dreamily, before clasping one of his hands into both of her own.

"You're the Heir of Ravenclaw…" she stated with a faraway voice, finger rubbing over the deep blue ring on his own finger, "…I think you'll make a wonderful Lord Ravenclaw, as well as your lineage of Lord Ampora."

Eridan blinked at her in confusion, while the rest of the teens turned to gape at her. Heir of Ravenclaw? Well, Harry thought, it was certainly better than being called Heir of Slytherin. He filed the information away for a later date, and decided to investigate the potions lined on the shelves. If he was right in guessing their contents (though it was really Snape's expertise), he could identify a vial of Polyjuice, a vial of Unicorn blood, a vial that looked to have Dragon blood, and a vial of human blood. There were some other potions that Harry could guess at, but he wasn't too confident in anything potions related.

Eventually they finished exploring what Eridan told them he called 'The Lab', and the troll lead them up the stone stairs (the writing on the wall was in English, but some of the words had extra letters…) to his 'hive'.

It was amazing. The ceilings were tall, almost as tall as Hogwarts, and the room they were in rivalled the size of the Great Hall itself. An incredibly ornate crystal chandelier hung from the center, casting a slightly violet glow on everything. Bookcases that were filled with tomes, maps, and other papers were so tall that Harry was quite sure the room held more books than the Hogwarts Library, and that was saying something. Cozy violet chairs with small tables next to them were scattered along the room.

"This is my personal readin and book storin block. This is wwhere the book wwe need is. Please feel free to browwse wwhile I get it, just don't break anythin. And Herm? The papers I wwas doin on Alternian and Earth English translation is on that table ovver there."

Eridan pointed to one of the tables, where Hermione quickly scuttled to, before he uncapcha…something-ed his Lusus, flying to one of the high shelves near the ceiling.

"Amazing…" Hermione breathed out, looking through the papers, "These are incredibly comprehensive notes. With a bit of practice, we could get it in no time!"

"Good." started Fred, flipping through one of the tomes and staring at the pictures of what looked like heavily armored trolls in battle.

"Because if we could…" carried on George, peering over Fred's shoulder to look at one of the images that depicted a very brutal burning of a troll with nubby horns and scarlet blood, his wrists clasped above him in iron cuffs as his chest bloomed with blood from the wounds that arrows had made.

"Speak a language…" Fred continued, flipped to another page with the alien writing.

"That can't be translated by magic…" George said, viewing another illustration of a swordfight between a pirate looking troll with cobalt blood and a teal and scarlet wearing troll with pointy horns.

The teal wearing (teal blooded, even?) troll was wearing scarlet pointed glasses, and had a large red eyed white dragon behind her.

"Then we could…" Fred skipped to another random page as he spoke.

"Discuss plans during school…" George stopped Fred at one page, which depicted what looked like the troll from the light show at the Veil, in all his violet glory, kneeling before a monstrous troll with tall spiral horns and clown makeup gone wrong.

The humongous troll was wearing black and dark purple stripes, and his white makeup made him look like he was in a cult that belonged to clowns that worshiped Death. He reminded Harry of the Death Eaters.

"And no one else would understand us." They finished together, and closed the book with a 'snap' for effect.

"That sounds like a good idea," Ron commented, "It would also give us an advantage over the Order."

"And we could actually get something done instead of waiting around in our rooms while the 'adults' make the 'big decisions'." Ginny added.

"We could actually fight this war properly." sighed out Harry and Neville simultaneously, causing them to grin slightly at each other.

It was then that they heard a soft whinny come from above them. The white seahorse descended gracefully from the high ceiling to where the teens were standing, with Eridan holding a large, slightly battered tome in his hands.

"Found it. Wwe havve a feww minutes to spare, so wwhy don't wwe head back?"

The teens all nodded in agreement. Eridan turned to face Fred, who still had the tome in his hands, and smiled.

"The Manuscripts of Ancient-Modern Alternia, includin the Disciple's Scripture. Good Choice."

They made their way back down into the chamber. Along the way Eridan took them on a detour to see more of the warship he called home, and even let them catch a glimpse at what the planet was like outside. The sky was a dark purple, and the stars, so foreign and unfamiliar, were shining bright. It was then that the teens noticed the moons, and Luna gave out a chiming laugh as she pointed to them through the strangely shaped windows. One moon was a lime green, and was far larger than their pale moon back home, and the other one was even larger, having a more magenta hue. Peering closer, Harry also saw a much smaller moon orbiting the pink moon. Both large moons were currently in a waxing crescent. It was all so beautifully bizarre, and the emerald eyed teen had to remind himself that this was the place Eridan called home, this was home to billions, maybe more, other trolls that inhabited this planet. What else was different about Alternia? Turning to the troll, who was capchalogging his Lusus once more, Harry had another thought.

What else was different about trolls?

Harry supposed he'll just have to find out.

When the Order went to fetch the teens for bed, they were met with a curious sight. Ron and Eridan were in an intense round of chess, with the other teens cheering for either one side or another. Both the human and the troll were tied for the win, and for once with a game involving the youngest Weasley boy, it was going to be a close match. The red haired boy moved his knight forward, taking Eridan's rook, but Eridan just smirked as he moved his pawn to the end of the board, changing it into a queen.

"Checkmate."

Everyone was suddenly silent. For once, it was Ron on the losing side, and the teen gaped at the smirking troll, before grinning widely.

"That was probably the best game I've played, even if I lost." Harry snorted at this.

"That's because you usually beat us within a ten minute time frame, mate."

A cough from Mrs. Weasley alerted them that it was time for bed, and Eridan was pulled aside.

"I know that's it's been a rather long day for you, dear, but until the Order deems you as completely safe, you will be sleeping in a separate room." Eridan just shrugged.

"Fine wwith me, I already brought wwhat I needed anywways."

He was lead to a small room with a bed, and promptly removed the human sleeping contraption. When Molly Weasley asked why, he told her that trolls didn't sleep on beds, and proceeded to uncapchalog his recupracoon. The teens stared at it, much like Sirius did when he first saw it, and asked Eridan how it worked.

It took a few minutes to explain how trolls slept in cocoons filled with green sopor slime, which was breathable and actually dissolved before it could choke or block the airways. Eridan also explained that a troll's second eyelid (they seemed to be awed at the mere fact that he had a second set of eyelids) was slightly transparent so that they could see inside the slime without the sopor getting into their eyes. Then there were the woes of the sopor slime, mainly how difficult it was to wash off normal clothes and the fact that purposefully ingesting it made you stoned. None of the teens minded the extra minutes spent there, since it was just so interesting to hear about sleeping in a cocoon full of slime, apparently. Eridan thought that they got worked up over the simplest things.

However, it was even more amusing (yet slightly embarrassing) when he walked out in his swimming trunks, ready for the night. The girls squealed and picked him up, much to his displeasure, and started to go off about different parts of his body. First it was his earfins, which were much more noticeable without the scarf blocking their view, to the gills on the sides of his neck and upper torso, to his grub scars (the circle shaped scars left from where the middle pair of grub legs fell off during the troll's chrysalis stage), to his larger-than-a-human's eyes, to his feet. Honestly, how was he supposed to know that their feet were different?

The girls actually started their strange cooing when they saw his feet, of which the balls of his feet were much larger, letting the troll raise to his hackles to run faster. They only had three toes, and a seadweller like Eridan had thin webbing between each. But the reason why they were cooing was because of his paw-pads, the velvety pads that helped keep traction on the ground for running. He had one beneath each toe and covering the balls of his feet. The girls kept rubbing it and cooing at how much he was like a puppy or a kitten and it was really freaking him out.

It was when the boys started to do it as well when Eridan decided to abscond to his room.

Closing the door, the violet blooded troll let out a small sigh. It really had been a hectic day, but it was educating, and fascinating beyond belief, so he wasn't complaining. Humans were strange creatures, moreso than Eridan had anticipated. Their morals were based off of mammals and so they had definitions for things that he had never even heard of, though he was positive that if he were exposed to it long enough, maybe he would start to understand.

Tomorrow was another day, and according to Severus, it was the day they started to help him catch up on a sweep's worth of magical training. First they would go shopping for his wand, and then the lessons would start. He would have Transfiguration with Minerva McGonagall, Potions with Severus Snape, Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic with Remus Lupin, Flying with Sirius (whose last name, Eridan found out, was Black), Herbology with Neville Longbottom, Charms with Luna Lovegood, and for any other study he was to consult either a Professor or Hermione Granger. All of the subjects sounded absolutely intriguing, and Eridan couldn't wait to get started. He remembered the deal he had made with Snape, and would be sure not to let him down, not to let any of them down.

As he sunk into his recupracoon and let the sopor drag him downwards into sleep, the violet blooded troll decided that following a human to his home planet to learn magic and fight a war against a genocidal maniac was one of the best decisions he had ever made, and he couldn't wait until he actually started using magic.

Eridan was up rather early in the morning, far too excited to go back to sleep after knowing the plans for the day. Fortunately, as he went downstairs to eat at the table, he was met with yet another early riser.

"Good Morning, Mr. Ampora."

"Good Mornin, Professor Snape."

As Severus took some Earth fruits and placed them in a bowl, Eridan uncapchalogged a small thermal hull. Taking out some Alternian fruits, he set them on nutrition plateau that he got from the cabinet above the sink. Severus regarded them curiously, and they stared at each other for a little while. Soundlessly, the two of them pushed their respective dishes to the other, and began to study the fruits that came from another planet.

"So wwhat are these…vviolet…?"

"Plums. What are these tan round ones?"

"Peachoney. Wwhat's these strange lookin red ones?"

"Strawberries. What..."

This went on for a little while, each discussing the different climates of their planets, and tasting the fruits. Eridan almost gagged on the strawberries because he thought they weren't sweet enough, and Severus made a face when he took a bite out of a fruit that folded out like a flower (it was far too sweet). It was explained to the Potions Master a troll's love for sweet foods, to which Severus drew similarities to nectar-drinking insects, which also preferred sweets substances. This lead to a discussion on the evolution of both mammals and insects, and how two completely different species managed to become strikingly similar as they walked into the living room, sitting together on a couch. Talk turned to Potions after that, and Severus explained to the bright little alien on the one he'd have to drink to maintain a human disguise.

"Considering that we will most likely buy your wand today, you will have to drink the potion. It's a diluted version, so it will only last ten hours. The concentrated version will last approximately a week, and will be administered by myself, understood?"

"Yes." Eridan said with a nod.

Severus pulled out a vial from his robe pocket, letting the small troll examine the contents. It was a bright scarlet, but had a kind of mirror-like sheen, similar to mercury. With two fingers he took the vial.

"You will need to drink it before you leave. Furthermore, we have no idea what your alibi would be until we know what your human guise will look it. Black wanted to claim you as his son, but if you look nothing like him, then the idea would be completely ludicrous." At the mention of Sirius, Snape had grimaced to himself.

"You don't like Sirius much, I take it?" Snape sneered at this.

"We despise each other." Eridan suppressed a wicked grin.

"Could you say that you twwo wwere mortal enemies, compete rivvals?" Severus seemed surprised at the question, as if his description was on target.

"…More or less. Why do you ask?" This time the small seadweller couldn't suppress the smirk that spread on his face.

"Nothin. No reason. Not until I havve more information, that is." Severus rolled his eyes at Eridan's smirk.

"We are far too much alike for comfort. It makes me wonder if your human guise will be similar to me as well."

"Only one wway to find out." Eridan replied with a shrug, uncapping the vial and downing the contents.

A choking gasp escaped his lips and a hand flew to his throat.

"Fuck!" he swore in Alternian.

It was as if he had swallowed liquid fire, or lava, or condensed sunlight. Every fiber of his being burned. His horns felt like they were frying, before he lost the feeling of their comforting weight. However, he could still sense the amusement rolling off of Severus as the potion took effect. Eridan's eyeballs shrunk slightly, and he felt his fins and eartips contract. Sharp interlocking teeth burned into square enamel, his long tongue shortening to the point where he couldn't properly see it. Then his gills started to melt into his skin, even though he could still feel the water drops in the air. Claws transformed into flimsy human fingernails, and Eridan's hands burned as a fourth finger shot out for each one. His feet shrunk slightly, his toes shrinking to make way for two more digits on either side, and his pads became nonexistent. Eridan now clutched the arm of the couch as the rest of his body burned, his exoskeleton melting into nothingness, his grey epidermis becoming that strange fleshy substance that stained pale, similar to Severus and Harry.

Then, the pain stopped.

Eridan turned to face Severus, who was merely staring at him with a single eyebrow raised. The human-disguised troll tilted his head in question, and Severus's lip seemed to do a little dance between quirking upwards in amusement and downwards to a scowl. A small wave of disapproval came from the man. Silently, Snape stood up, and beckoned Eridan to follow. He ended up leading the small troll to a large standing mirror.

Oh Empress.

Just like he thought, Eridan had pale human skin, like he had never had any sunlight in his life. His sclera was now white, but his irises were thankfully still carrying their violet hue (mentally comparing himself to the humans, he also noted that his eyes still appeared to be larger, so even if his eyes were narrow like Severus's, they would still appear childlike). Freckles dotted his face, much more prominent than they were as a troll, and now he had normal colored lips with a single row of white, square teeth. Tilting his head to the side, Eridan stuck his tongue out to find it fatter with a bright pink hue. Picking up a pinky between his shorter forefinger and thumb, he examined the extra digit at eye level. Absentmindedly he also took off a ring from his middle finger and placed it on the newest appendage. There, that was better.

Looking upwards, he noticed that his hair stayed the same, but he was still uncomfortable not seeing his horns. Speaking of which, without the horns, the cowl of his cape made him look slightly ridiculous, so he capchalogged it.

Without his fangs, claws horns, exoskeleton, and basically anything that marked him as a troll, Eridan realized that he did indeed appear to be some sort of helpless child. Fixing his large glasses, which had been knocked askew by his reaction to the potion, Eridan peered at his new guise once more. With the pale skin, thin toned figure, large glasses, and raven hair, he looked quite a bit like a certain jadeblood eyed human. Severus must have picked up on this similarity, which was probably the root of the man's disapproval. Eridan put his palms together and touched the tips of his forefingers to his lips.

He watched his reflection stare right back at him, and didn't notice as one of the rings cut into his lip. It was only when he tasted blood that he jerked his fingers back. There, on his lip, was blood. Blood that was still his normal violet hue. Internally Eridan let out a large sigh of relief. He may have been alright with disguising as a human, but his blood color defined who he was, and losing that would have been exceptionally distressing. Licking the blood up, he put pressure on the small wound until it bound up.

"You heal rather rapidly."

"Maybe you humans heal extremely slowwly." Eridan quipped, trying to make sense of this stranger in the mirror.

"I take it you are a bit disorientated with your new form?"

"I can adapt, just knowwin that it's temporary helps. Bein a human forevver, evven as a disguise, wwould be dreadful."

Severus decided at this point to glance at a clock hanging off the wall.

"It is still somewhat early, everyone else will probably not wake until around eight o'clock, so shall we get started on your potions training? You won't need a wand for that." Eridan simply nodded in reply.

Time to prove to the man he wasn't as big of an idiot as Severus thought he was.

Severus really shouldn't have doubted that an alien which learned a foreign language (with previous study on the written and with the use of a Translation Stone, but nonetheless) in a matter of hours would be able to understand potions without a problem simply because he had previous knowledge on the concept of chemistry. The alien child actually completed the two years of potions knowledge (the practical would have to wait until later, for now the theories would have to do) within three hours (though Severus had lent Eridan his own first, second, and third year textbooks, which had his notes scribbled on the margins). So now, here they were, studying the third year textbook on the couch. It was refreshing to talk to someone in this dratted dilapidated household, which belonged to the most impulsive man he had ever met, that was actually intellectually capable of holding complex theoretical conversations.

So refreshing that, for once, Severus hadn't realized that at some point, Eridan had drifted off to sleep, and was leaning against him. When he finally noticed, he simply stopped talking, closed the textbook, took out a novel, and began to read.

This was how Molly found them when she finally awoke to cook the household her famously delicious breakfast, passing by quietly as to not disturb the wondrous miracle that was Severus Tobias Snape acting like a parent. She did, however, take a double-take when she realized that Eridan looked human, before her eyes landed on the empty vial on the table. Ah, he must have taken Severus's potion then. No matter how much he argued against the fact, the boy's position right now told Molly all she needed to know. Eridan was still a child, a dangerous, murderous child, but a child nonetheless, and Molly always took care of her children. Always made sure they were well fed, well cared for, and safe. She wanted to hold onto the last one for as long as possible, and the war was not making it any easier. What mother would let her children fight while she still could? The red haired matron shook herself of those thoughts, and turned back to the sight on the couch.

He looked so adorably cute curled up next to the usually irate Potions Master, and Molly fervently wished that she had one of those Muggle cameras that Arthur was always ranting about. Oh well, Molly thought to herself as she began to prepare the ingredients for a breakfast for many, perhaps she could convince Albus to let her use the Pensieve.

Cracking the eggs and whisking them in a bowl, she cautiously checked the grandfather clock that the Order had made a copy of for her. Molly knew she couldn't shield her babies forever, she knew that they were growing to be strong people, but her heart skipped a beat every time she found out they were out risking their lives again. It hurt to think that one day, she may hear that they had died, sacrificing themselves.

Fabian and Gideon were welcomed home as heroes, lying still, lifeless, in their wooden coffins. Molly would have given almost anything to have had her brothers stay home, alive and well, instead of dying in the war.

She poured the milk, the butter, and the flour into the bowl, and started to mix them together with a large wooden spoon. Last night, when they were in the Order meeting, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. The hands of the clock for Fred, George, Ronald and Ginny moved from 'Home' to 'Away' and Molly was absolutely terrified. A few minutes before the meeting concluded, the hands had moved back to the 'Home' position, and she internally gave a large sigh of relief.

Pouring the batter onto well-oiled frying pans, Molly absentmindedly checked the clock again. She dared not confront them on their outing, because they needed freedom, air to breathe away from their parents. She just wished that they wouldn't do it so often, in the middle of a war. They were her children, and how could she protect them if they were away?

And now she felt the same strain when she looked at Harry, who was like a son to her, Neville and Luna, whose parents were indisposed, and most recently the little alien boy that was sleeping on the couch, the one that never had a family.

Perhaps that's why he and Severus got along so well, neither truly had a family, and unlike Sirius, did not seek out another. They simply grew up rapidly, became colder, harsher, treating the world as if it were a constant battlefield. But when they found a kindred spirit… Well, those results can be seen quite clear, Molly thought to herself as she glanced at the two on the couch, smiling.

The smell of pancakes wafted into the air, and Molly counted the seconds before the first footfalls from upstairs resounded above her.

Eridan woke up with a jolt as his ears detected large amounts of noise. This is what saved him from embarrassment as he jumped down off the couch before anyone could see him vulnerable like that. His cheeks tinged violet as he gave an apologetic glace to Severus, but the Potions Professor just waved it off. The smell of pancakes (yes, Alternia had pancakes) wafted through his cartilaginous nub and he pattered into the kitchen, where he was met with a smile from the hivehold matriarch.

"Pancakes, dear?"

He blinked in surprise. She didn't comment on his now-human form, perhaps she was used to magic so much that some things flew over her head? Nevertheless, he nodded in affirmation, and she placed a plate of fresh pancakes in front of him, along with a container of dark honey-colored tree sap.

As he poured the sap onto his pancakes, Eridan was met with the sight of a gaggle of sleepy, bed headed humans. They gratefully accepted the plates from Molly Weasley, sitting down at the table to eat. It took ten minutes for one of them to finally note his existence.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" was Ron Weasley's groggy eloquent query.

This caused the rest of the humans to face him in confusion. At this point, Severus decided to make his entrance, giving his thanks to the red haired woman before nonchalantly sitting next to him. Giving a small smirk, Severus said in a smooth voice.

"Greetings again, Mr. Ampora."

A sleepy Sirius Black snapped into focus, wide eyes scanning Eridan's form up and down.

"E-Eridan?!"

"Yes?" the troll drawled.

"Y-You…you're…"

"I took the potion early so that you adults could find some sort of backstory for me early. So noww I look human." He gestured to himself.

Sirius was still in shock at what he was seeing, and frankly, so was everyone else.

"Aww," came the voice of the pink haired girl, Tonks, "he's even cuter than he was last night!"

Eridan banged his head against the kitchen table, which made the breakfast goers roar in laughter.

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