"Well then, hello Alexander, may I call you Alex?" Severus asked.

"Would you like to lose the ability to call me anything?" Alexander threateded, his wand appearing in his hand.

Severus' eyes widened, only to quickly go to normal.

"Now, what were you hiding about my father?"

Severus glared at Alexander "You want to know anout him? Fine! He was a bully, and egotistical. He would bully anyone in his way, call it pranks, and the headmaster would brush it off like nothing happened. Sirius Black, one of his best friends, tried to kill me with a werewolf. He was a student, Remus Lupin. He tried to kill me, and even if Remus didn't mean to, the other three should have been thrown into Azkaban. You seem to be just like him, egotistical, powerful, and an ass."

"Well I am those things, Harry is not. In my opinion, you haven't gotten over your grudge with a man who's been dead for a decade today. So maybe get over it. Sure, we may look like him, but may I remind you, we've never met the guy! The only things we know is that we look like him, and he was a foolish Gryffindor!"

"Look into my eyes Severus. Look into my eyes and tell me what you see."

Severus looked into Alexanders eyes. He felt himself get hit with a spell, but he didn't pay attention. "I see the green of a Killing Curse. Sickly, bright, and dispecable."

"Look closer. Look long and hard Severus."

"Lily" Severus whispered.

"Exactly. We may be James' child, but we're also Lily. Neither of which we have met. So if you would be so kind and treat us normally, and not because of oarents we never met, I'd appreciate that greatly."

"So, how was your day out Harry?" Theo asked at dinner.

"Theodore don't be ridiculous, we hardly did anything in our classes" Daphne Greengrass said from across them.

"My day was good, me and Snape went to the Potter Graveyard to see my parents graves. It… it was nice to finally be able to do so."

"That's good, now, dig in, must have been a rough day, and food will heal your heart." Theo said with a straight face, but one could see the joke in his eyes.

Harry laughed "Obviously."

A few minutes into the feast, Quirellcane running into the Great Hall yelling. "TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" before falling flat on his face.

A moment of silence, then screams from all tables.

"SSSSIIIIILLLLLLEEEEEENCCCCEEEE!" Dumbledore boomed, wand to his throat.

Sonorus Charm, handy. The thought came to his head.

"Prefects, please escort the students back to your common rooms."

"But sir!" A Slytherin prefect yelled. "The Slytherin and Hufflepuff common rooms are in the Dungeons"

Outrage at the two aforementioned tables.

Dumbledore paused. "Prefects, please keep the students here, and do not allow them to leave." Dumbledore then turned over to Madam Pomfrey, before she and Professor Sinatra levatated Quirell out a side entrance, while the rest of the Professors (minus Professor Kettleburn, who stayed behind to help the Prefects) went out the main entrance to the hall.

Hours later, the Professors found Hermione Granger close to dead in the girls bathroom, hit by the trolls club, and buried under the destroyed stalls. She was sent to St Mungos immediately. The next morning Ron Weasley went and told the Professors why Hermione was in the bathrooms. Gryffindor lost 300 points, and Ron was in detention for the rest of the year, and was forbidden from leaving the school for every holiday except Christmas.

The troll was killed by Professor Snape, who used a curse so dark, none of the teachers could identify it.

Quirell, who had been the first to spot the troll, who ran to the Great Hall instead of killing or rendering it unconscious, was fired for threatening the lives of all the students and staff, as well as for the injuries upon Hermione.

The rest of the teachers would substitute in and out throughout the classes, thinking that as long as none of them held the title pf Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, they wouldn't deal with the curse.

"Ah, Severus my boy, welcome. Now, before we get started today, what was the curse you used on the troll, who was supposedly magic resistant?" Dumble asked

"Resistance does not mean immunity Headmaster." Snape said, and left it at that.

Dumbledore smiled, and nodded. "Now, what was it you needed?"

"Not what I need, no, what Harry needs."

"Oh? Whatever would that be?"

"He will have power the Dark Lord knows not". Severus quoted. "The Cloak old man. Harry needs the Hallows."

A/N: Yeah, sorry for the short chapter and sorry about not really posting for the past… oh, it's only been two weeks? Didn't know how long it's been. I started writing this after the previous chapter, but until now I've either been busy, or not here. (Work and School, and there are others who would like to do things.)

Anyway, for those wondering, I hate writing stutters, and while I could get one of the others to write it, I just decided that Voldemort thought it would break his cover, so no. Speaking of, don't think this is the last of Quirell… actually, I can't make promises. There might be something, there might not be.

The results for the poll are in and… uhm… ?

There's only one vote for yes

With zero votes for everything else? I closed the poll, so I should be able to see the results, and the poll was on my profile…

Whatever, the cote was for yes, so there will be a My Hero Academia fanfic on the profile at some point. Asmodeus will write it soon. (The names a joke because he's the first non-asexual alter in the system)

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