Dumbledore looked at the response along with another letter from Arabella Figg. Harry may be a troubled youth, but he will be a fine young man. Nothing a little guidance couldn't fix.
He called a staff meeting. His staff needed to be warned, despite his reservations. "Harry Potter has accepted his Hogwarts letter." Snape was curious, did fear pass Dumbledore's face. "I also had someone keep me up to date on his life. Harry has anger issues. It seems he is able to control his magic." Dumbledore sucked on a lemon drop, "And uses it to hurt those who spite him."
"I fail to see why this is a concern." Snape muttered, "He's just like his father then." Dumbledore sighed, he hated to talk bad about the dead, but in Harry's case, it would help get the point across. "He may be." The teachers gasped. "He will need guidance to a better path. He does things that give plausible deniability, be vigilant. He may be worse than his father."
Snape, being the strictest teacher at Hogwarts, was sent to fetch Harry. He knocked on the door to Privet Drive. The boy answered, "Yes, sir?" "I'm looking for Harry Potter." Noticing the black hair and green eyes, and striking facial figures of James, asked, "Are you him?" "Yes, sir. I'm assuming You're Professor Snape." "Yes, I am." "Okay, sir."
"Mr. Potter, I need to take you somewhere private so we can apparate." "What's apparition, sir?" Snape took Potter to a private alleyway before answering, "It's what wizards call teleportation." "Cool." Snape looked at Potter's scar before taking off his hat and putting it on Potter. "To hide your scar." Seeing Potter was getting offended, Snape used legilimency.
"You're stupid scar." "Unsightly." It was being used as a target for a game of darts. That blond boy's aim was rewarded by Harry lighting his face on fire. Wanting to spare himself and Potter his wrath, Snape explained, "You're a celebrity in the wizarding world and your scar marks you as such." "Why, sir?" Good, offense turned into curiosity. "Grab my arm and I will tell you when we are there." Harry did as instructed.
Snape was surprised the boy didn't react at all to him. A tad bit of offense, but as soon as he explained, it went away. Snape, not wanting to test the limits of the boy's patience in Diagon Alley, motioned for him to sit down.
"You're parents were murdered by the Dark Lord." Seeing Harry's questioning look, Snape sighed, "I'll only say this once, so listen. His name was Voldemort." Snape continued, "He tried to kill you too, but you lived. That is why you have that scar and you are known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. No one survives the killing curse, but you have." Harry nodded. "He was a blood purist and wanted rid of muggle borns. Wizards born to non magical families."
Harry's face relaxed. "It was dumb to oppose him." Snape had to keep his composure. "Your mother was one." "And it got her killed. I bet my grandparents were glad." Huh? That was not what Snape expected. "What do you mean?" "Although, partially wrong, that guy had a point, muggles aren't safe for wizards to be around." Not completely disagreeing, Snape grabbed Potter's hand. "Let's go, Mr. Potter." Harry walked with Snape who was silent. Harry marked this as being a sore point for his professor. Injustice should be a sore point, it's good that his professor cares so much.
"I have been informed that your Uncle gave you the money for school supplies." "Yes, sir." "Good, we can skip your vault then." "Vault?" "Bank account." Snape translated. "I have one?" "Yes, your parents left you money." "So you take care of your own." "I would hope so, Mister Potter." Harry smiled. What was with that boy? He didn't seem to have anger issues. Just an endless question issue. And maybe a slight anti-muggle bias. Well, that was a good thing, far as Snape was concerned. He didn't like muggles either.
"Let's get your robes first, Mr. Potter." Harry stood on the stool, while Snape whispered something in her ear. "Mr. James." Snape mouthed, "Go with it." Harry nodded. "I'm informed of your unique situation. This will be quick, dear." It was anything but quick, and Harry's arms were getting tired.
After getting the robes, Snape grabbed a hat, and had Harry try on gloves. Satisfied, Snape helped the boy grab his textbooks.
After the extras were taken care of. Snape sighed, "Do you wish to bring a pet?" Harry looked remorseful, before speaking to his snake, "We are not allowed snakes." "Shameful." The snake that forced itself on Harry shook his head. Snape, seeing this, grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him to a private place, "You speak Parseltongue?" "What?" "It's the language of snakes, you were hissing. It's a rare ability. People may look down on you for it." "Nothing new, sir." People didn't know superiority, if they saw it. "What did you tell it, Mr. Potter and why do you have it?"
"I told him about snakes not being allowed in Hogwarts, sir. When I was eight, I met him in the garden. He just followed me everywhere since then. He would've came anyway, if I didn't put him in my pocket." "Very well, I'll ask about you being allowed to have him."
Snape felt like getting Harry a wand was taking hours. He didn't pay attention to the conversation. After Harry got his wand, Snape apparated him home.
The next day, Snape called a staff meeting. Once all eyes and ears were on him he began, "Potter is unique. I wish you to be aware, he doesn't like muggles." The staff didn't say anything or look concerned. "To the point of wanting muggleborn separated from them." McGonagall gasped, "I told you they were the worst sort, Albus." "It's probably hormones, Minerva. He'll grow out of it." Dumbledore assured her.
"Very well." Snape continued, "He also wanted to know if he could take his snake to Hogwarts? He is a parselmouth." "I don't see why not." Dumbledore stated. "If he is comfortable with his snake, it would be a shame to separate them."