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You’re A Slytherin, Harry.

“I guess Professor McGonagall likes me now,” Harry starts to taunt Draco who is apparently upset by the small victory Harry had in Transfiguration class earlier. Draco knows (or he likes to believe so) that the limelight was his if he hadn’t given Harry the opportunity to show off first. And by now, he knows not to allow anyone else get the credits first before him, especially Potter – the first harsh lesson he must learn on their first day of classes.

He despises Harry for that.

Draco grumpily elbows Harry to the side as they descend down the staircase to the Slytherin homeroom together. “Oi! That’s dangerous, ya git!” Harry exclaims after he managed to stabilize himself on the stone step, then continues to walk nonchalantly besides Draco with a bright smile, much to Draco’s annoyance.

“What’s the matter, mate?” Harry asks while resting his arm across Draco’s shoulders. Draco instinctively dodges Harry’s arm and furiously climbs down the staircase without waiting on Harry; Harry watches him from behind with a smile.

Unbeknownst to Draco, although Harry has been acting aloof around him since the Transfiguration class ended, Harry knew his friend is having a terrible day after what has happened in Professor McGonagall’s class. After spending quite some time with him, Harry learns that as a Malfoy, Draco is burdened with his father’s high expectations of glorifying their family name, which are considerably too high for an eleven-year-old boy to achieve in such a short period. And because of that, Harry realizes how Draco must have felt when he didn’t come out as the genius in the class but his friend did. Hence, Harry doesn’t take it to heart with Draco’s horrible temper. At the very least, he allows Draco to consider him as a punching bag for the day in order to blow out some steam.

Harry knows his friend deserves a time-out. And that is the reason why Harry decided not to spend his precious free time with Ms Weasley (which he is looking forward to with anticipation) but to accompany his skinny, pale friend instead in Slytherin common room.

Draco is already slumped into the leather sofa when Harry entered the dingy dungeon. He swiftly takes the empty seat next to Draco, beaming warmly at the upset Malfoy. Draco, on the other hand, tries his best to ignore the vexing Potter by taking up Daily Prophet, the sole British wizarding newspaper to read.

“Mate,” says Harry. No replies coming from Draco.

“Draco.”

Draco refuses to respond.

“Malfoy boy!”

“WHAT?” Draco barks in Harry’s face, finally gave in to the pressure.

Harry grins sheepishly. “Let’s head to the Black Lake. I’m dying out of boredom here,” he says.

“Just bloody die, then.” Draco flips a page of the newspaper, distracting himself from Harry’s eager look.

“Come on now. It’s warm outside, and you wanna spend your free time by literally locking yourself up in a dungeon?”

“If you wanted to go out that badly, then go by all means. Don’t need to wait for me,” says Draco monotonously - and Harry takes that as a personal challenge. He forcefully grips Draco’s wrist and begins dragging the poor fellow out of the common room, up the stone staircase (“Let me go, ya twat!” Draco curses while trying to hold onto the slippery stonewall), across the bustling corridors (“Wait till my father hears what the Potter junior did to his son!” he threatens), and finally out in the sun. By the time they both reached the Great Lake, Draco is looking extremely dishevelled: his sleek pale blond hair is pointing in every direction, his school robe is hanging off one shoulder, and his face puts on a soulless expression.

Harry steps onto a big stepping rock by the shore and takes a very deep breath. He exhales loudly with a satisfied look on his face.

“See? It’s nice to be out today,” he says as he basks in the warmth of the cloudy sunny sky. Draco lugs his two feet to take a seat on the same stepping rock, and he sighs heavily.

“Why are you doing all these, Potter?” Draco quietly asks. His eyes are blankly staring at the horizon.

Harry stares at his friend without a word and sees how small his friend has become once he dropped his heavy shoulders, letting loose his body altogether. Harry sits down next to Draco, staring at the same horizon before sighing softly.

“I thought you needed it,” he answers.

Draco stays silence.

“I’m sorry if I stole your glory in McGonagall’s class. I thought you didn’t mind seeing you were watching me the entire time,” Harry continues.

Both of the boys calmly stare at the still Great Lake. Then, Draco timidly says, “… I don’t think my father would like to hear a Potter beats his son in class.”

Harry softly nods, a sign of understanding. “Of course …” He continues watching a flock of birds soaring above the lake. “But, ya know -” he says, “- perhaps you wouldn’t feel so bad if you were actually happy for me.” Harry turns to glance at Draco and smiles encouragingly.

Draco silently look at Harry, then he chuckles a little while shaking his head. “I don’t think my father would love to hear that.”

Harry joins in the laughter, places his arm on Draco’s shoulders, and grins. “Thought so.”

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You’re A Slytherin, Harry

Professor McGonagall keeps eyeing Draco who has already becoming a lifeless doll closely before she continues, “Since you were impatient, Mr Malfoy, I take it as you’re ready for my class?”

Draco stiffly answers with his eyes – which Harry has no inkling of how he manages to do so – before Professor McGonagall turns around and moves to the front of the class once again. “Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,” she says as she makes her way. “Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not comeback.”

The stillness of the class doubles once Professor McGonagall stands behind her table. And since all attention is on the professor, Harry can finally see her in her true form: Professor McGonagall is a severe-looking woman in her 50s, with square glasses the shape of the markings around cat’s eyes (though it doesn’t help decrease the fear factor on her face), and a neat black hair bun that causes her face to be pulled backward, adding more the severe-ness of her look.

Despite Harry doesn’t mind getting into trouble every now and then, he strongly rejects the idea of stepping on Professor McGonagall’s shoes.

She stares at her first-year students without expression. “You have been warned,” she says coldly to the class.

Then, as if this is her trick on every first-year Transfiguration class, she changes her desk into a pig and back again in a blink of an eye. And just like every other first-year before Harry, everyone seems in awe by the simple transfiguration and can’t wait to get the lesson started – which only to be let down hard once they’ve realised that particular transfiguration is not part of their lesson just yet. All they will be doing for the time being is jotting down complicated notes, much to their disappointment, but they dare not complain. Not to her at least.

However, the boring lesson takes an interesting turn when Professor McGonagall begins handing out matches to her students. “Each of you is given a match,” she says after every student has gotten a match in his and her hand, “You shall now turn the wooden match into a needle before the class ends. You shall begin.” And on that queue, the graveyard classroom becomes chaotic with all the students reciting the same spell on different tones and volumes (a Hufflepuff student thought by screaming the spell on top of his lungs would make the spell more effective, only to earn a good scolding from Professor McGonagall).

“Alright,” Harry breaks his silence after all this while, “Let’s focus now.”

Draco glances at Harry with furrowed face. He likes to see the outcome of Harry’s attempt before he makes his own – for safety purposes, he likes to believe himself.

“You remember this, Harry. Your old man has taught you this. You know it all too well. You just need to practice it now,” Harry tries to psyche himself as he readies his wand in his hand while his eyes firmly planted on the match stick before him. Draco watches from his seat silently.

Once he feels much confident, he starts chanting the spell properly, down to the right intonation, and flicks his wand to the wooden match. And to both Harry’s and Draco’s surprise, the brown match stick gradually but steadily turns itself into a silver, pointy needle right before their eyes.

Draco can’t help himself but to utter “Wicked” involuntarily but loudly, loud enough to catch the attention of Professor McGonagall who has been eyeing her students like a hawk.

“Attention, class! It seems Mr Potter has succeed in turning his match into a needle. 10 points for Slytherin,” she calmly claims, but this time with a sincere warm smile given to Harry solely. Harry smiles back, feeling contented himself for his achievement.

Suddenly, Harry remembers the words his father had told him the night before his departure to Hogwarts. “And there’s Professor McGonagall. A good teacher, but a nasty one if you step on her wrong foot,” James explained to Harry, “Hard to impress, especially in your first year. So, don’t need to pressure yourself when it comes to her. All I could do to grab her attention in my first year was hiding Mrs Norris in the girl’s toilet.”

In your face, old man, Harry proudly mocks James Potter in his head. A soft, smug smile dons on his lips.

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(HP AU fic) YOU’RE A SLYTHERIN, HARRY - The Cat Who Doesn’t Purr by let-me-tempt-you

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You’re A Slytherin, Harry

It was a disaster sitting in a class next to an even surlier Draco Malfoy who kept on throwing dirty glares (and occasional hissing) at Hermione Granger throughout Charms class; Harry believes it is a lost cause to try reasoning Draco from hating someone just because she is a Muggle-born genius. It runs in his blood. You can’t do anything about that now, can we?

Once they are out of the class, Harry can feel his soul creeping out of his body, very slowly and yet very painfully; feeling extremely drained after sitting through a whole period next to a very negative energy. He is convinced that dark circles have formed on his eyes and his cheeks became hollow. However, he still tries his best to drag his mate away from the class, and much further away from the Granger.

“Stop pushing me, you twat!” bellows Draco as he’s kept being shoved by the elbow by Harry. Harry stares at him in shock – only because Harry is impressed by Draco’s colourful vocabulary. Draco perceives his reaction the other way, though. “… Sorry,” he quietly apologizes, but enough for Harry to hear. Harry smirks.

“It ain’t my fault! You were the one who was being a complete arse in the Charms class. You deserve all the shoving, if you ask me.”

“What?! What did I do?” Draco jeers. His expression shows that he is genuinely confused by Harry’s unwarranted angst.

Harry rolls his eyes. It is time for him to give up in trying to put some sense into the Malfoy’s head. He knows it has become pointless at this point. “What’s our next class?” he asks after purposely sighing loudly next to Draco, changing the subject altogether.

Draco glares sharply, he doesn’t appreciate Harry’s attitude towards him, yet he still complies with Harry’s enquiry. “Transfiguration – with Professor McGonagall.”

Harry froze, causing a few first year Hufflepuffs behind him to collide into him. “McGonagall?” he asks, undisturbed by the dirty looks casted by passing students who are in hurry to get to their next class but being halted by a pair of Slytherins.

“Yeah.”

“On our first day?”

“Obviously,” sneers Draco, smiling triumphantly as if he has just humiliated Harry in front of the school in the Great Hall.

“Bloody hell …” Harry sighs, wrecking his brain to come up with a good excuse to miss the class. “I don’t think she likes me … ” Harry whispers closely in Draco’s ear, only to get a sarcastic scoff from his mate.

“I don’t think any teachers like you by now,” he answers.

Harry groans deeply. A troubled look is plastered on his face. With all the might he could gather, Harry drags his two feet unwillingly towards the fretful class.

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First rule of Transfiguration class: Anything can be transfigured into anything else.

It is safe to say that you can never expect the expected in Transfiguration class. Although Harry has never sat in a Transfiguration class before, but based on his experiences with James at home, it is better to behave appropriately while keeping a lookout for the teacher, especially if that teacher happens to be Professor McGonagall.

The classroom is eerily quiet. Everyone is transparently scared of Professor McGonagall. Nobody dares to make a noise while waiting for her obediently in their seats.

When Harry arrived at the class, Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be found. The only thing they saw upon arrival is a cat, sitting proudly on top of the teacher’s table, staring at each and every one of them with judging eyes.

It is easy to see that Draco is becoming more impatient by the second – his face is almost flushed red as he turns to Harry. “Where the hell is the professor?” he angrily asks despite he’s whispering.

Harry tries to ignore him. He doesn’t want to be in Professor McGonagall’s bad book. He believes he doesn’t have the luxury to be on her bad side. Don’t drag me along with you, ya git, he scorns in his heart, pretending to find the classroom ceiling fascinating.

“The professor is here, Mr Malfoy,” a voice suddenly speaks, turning every student in class 1 into stiff mannequins as every eye is now on Professor McGonagall who appears magically at the front of the class.

Harry has suspected the house cat to actually be the professor. She wouldn’t keep a pet even if it’s a Christmas gift, he makes his own conclusion. And to his worst nightmare, Professor McGonagall stops right at the table where he and Draco are seated. She looks calm and gentle, with a soft smile on her thin lips, but Harry knows that’s only the calm before the storm. He begins cursing his fate for meeting and having Draco as his friend.

Draco gulps nervously. His face is even whiter than before, much to Harry’s astonishment. Professor McGonagall continues to smile at the anxious Slytherin. “I expect better attitude next time, Mr Malfoy, or I shall happily deduct points from your House,” says Professor McGonagall.

“Yes, ma’am,” Draco croaks. It takes all Harry’s strength not to laugh.

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Hey there Slytherin!Harry lovers!

I am sorry that there are no new chapters for YASH (You’re A Slytherin, Harry). Your Lucifer is currently caught up with Hellish works (pardon the pun).

So, be patient readers. You will have your Slytherin!Harry back in no time.

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Sharing! We call it as ‘sharing’

Harry Potter

Harry clarifies before he gives his pale blond friend his signature smirk, and seizes a couple of Chocolate Frogs for himself.

(HP AU fic) YOU’RE A SLYTHERIN, HARRY - You’re Eleven, Malfoy by mark-that-lucifer

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Anything off the trolley, dears?

(HP AU fic) YOU’RE A SLYTHERIN, HARRY - You’re Eleven, Malfoy by mark-that-lucifer

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You’re A Slytherin, Harry.

Draco is all smile at Harry, he reminisces about the lunch hour scenario where Harry was sternly criticized by the rest of the Slytherins for being a cocky first-year towards their very own Head of House as well as for losing all those house points won by the seniors on their very first day of class.

Draco is contented.

He is smiling brightly until his eyes catch a glimpse of a freak of nature: a Ravenclaw girl with lots of bushy brown hair and extremely large front teeth, standing right next to the door, clasping her books to her chest, smiling as brightly as Draco was a second ago.

Draco’s mood quickly takes a drastic change in mere seconds – now he feels disgusted and angsty towards the girl who brazenly stands near him while looking that hideous.

Harry notices Draco’s sudden change of vibe.

“What’s wrong mate?” asks Harry as he tries to look at what Draco is gazing at so intensely when he sees the Ravenclaw girl. Harry turns to glare at Draco, and out of habit, he gives Draco’s stomach his backhand.

“Stop being rude, Draco. You don’t even know her yet,” he says, glancing back at the innocent girl. “At least give her a chance before you start judging.”

Harry scoffs and continues to enter the classroom without Draco once the door has been opened.

Draco frowns deeply. Filthy commoner.

The classroom is brilliantly lit since the Sun shines freely through the large window that overlooks the Greenhouses and the lake, and Draco can visibly see a goblin-sized man standing before the class on top of piles and piles of books behind his desk.

“Welcome students, welcome. I am Professor Filius Flitwick, I am not a goblin, I’m half-goblin half-human, and I’ll be teaching you Charms in your first year at Hogwarts,” Professor Flitwick begins once he sees his students have settled down comfortably. He begins his lesson by taking the register; he keeps on smiling at Harry once he learnt that Harry is one of his brightest student’s offspring, while Draco scowls at the Ravenclaw girl when her name is announced.

“The term ‘charm’ itself reflects the extent of wonderful things you can do with good charms. However, never mistaken charms with Transfiguring spells – a charm adds certain properties to an object or creature, while a transfiguring spell will change it into something utterly different.

“No different to any other spells or jinxes, full concentration is vital when performing a charm. Lapses in concentration while charming can result in painful side effects.

“And saying the magic words properly is very important, too — remember Wizard Baruffio, who said ’s’ instead of ‘f’ and found himself lying on the floor with a buffalo on his chest.” The class laughs along with him.

“So, for our first lesson, let’s learn wand-lighting charm! Bring out your wands if you haven’t yet do so.”

The classroom erupts into a band of noises as the first-year Slytherins and Ravenclaws move about in their seats, taking out wands and books out of their bags before settling back down, and they wait patiently and quietly for the next instruction from the Charms master.

“The incantation is ‘lumos’, with a little emphasize on the ‘u’. And move your wrist in a loop shape, like this -“ Professor Flitwick illustrates as he swishes his wand in a twirly movement, a bright light illuminates from the tip of his wand.

Draco grabs hold of his wand and tries to imitate Professor Flitwick’s action while muttering “Lumos”. Nothing happens.

Draco starts to feel irritated.

He tries once again. “Lumos!” he shouts, and still no light coming out of his wand.

Draco is losing his patience.

“Well, you’re not doing it right, obviously. I’ve tried this spell before just for practice and it worked.” Draco hears a girl boasting from the desk behind him. He turns around only to find the hideous girl Hermione conceitedly trying to teach the spell to another Ravenclaw girl.

“Do it like this. Lumos!” Her wand immediately lets out a bright white light from the very tip.

“Oh, well done!” cries Professor Flitwick who was watching, applauding to Hermione. “Everyone see here, Miss Granger has done it!”

All eyes on the bushy-haired girl who is now beaming at the acknowledgment.

“Miss Granger. A Muggle-born and yet capable of performing the spell better than any of her peers from wizarding families. May you hatchlings set Miss Granger here as an example.”

Harry turns his head to face Draco, who as Harry expected has turned red possibly due to the boiling blood in his veins. Harry gulps.

“No judging?” he says with a timid smile.

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You know? The issue at hand, about Pure Bloods disliking my family, is between my father and your father and the rest of the Pure Bloods.

Harry Potter

“This is the very first time I’ve met you, so wouldn’t it be too harsh to treat me the same way? We both do have nothing in this matter.”

(HP AU fic) YOU’RE A SLYTHERIN, HARRY - Draco is On Board by mark-that-lucifer

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You’re A Slytherin, Harry.

“I can’t believe you’re that daft, Potter!”

Draco barks as he storms out of the Potions classroom at once after the Potions lesson ended, Harry at his heels as they both make their way to the next class on the third floor.

Harry retorts nothing back at the accusation made by Draco. He believes it is not the right time to give sharp reply to his fuming-mad friend, or at least not yet.

Harry knows very well what have made his pale, blond friend to show such angst towards him, although Harry still doesn’t see the need of venting that wrath onto him alone. He still stands on his ground that he did nothing wrong back there in the classroom with Snape.

Snape was practically asking for it, thinks Harry to himself.

Thanks to Draco’s sudden temper, Harry couldn’t bid Ginny goodbye before they parted ways; and that helps him getting even with his friend by cursing Draco under his breath in return while Draco is too preoccupied in rambling about how foolish Harry was to defy and mock their Potions teacher on their very first day of class.

Harry decides he is a bigger man and lets Draco blurts out every possible execrate he could possibly think of while they climb the steps, heading to History of Magic class. However, he fails to realize that perhaps Draco won’t let him easy, because turns out Draco has the tenacity and drive to keep on cursing at Harry’s foolishness of challenging their Head of Slytherin house when Harry himself is a Slytherin throughout the lesson. Fortunately, Professor Binns, the only ghost to teach in Hogwarts, gives a lifeless lesson about the most dozy subject that can ever be taught anywhere in this world. Thus, Harry finds solace in Draco’s annoyance.

“You’re going the wrong way, Draco,” Harry casually informs Draco, breaking his silence as he sees Draco almost stepping onto the wrong moving staircase that leads to the upper level instead of the opposite direction.

Draco looks daggers at Harry before he proceeds to take the next stairs leading down to the Great Hall.

History of Magic lesson has just ended and now every student of Hogwarts is racing towards the Hall to have their meal since it is already noon.

Both Harry and Draco make their way to the Slytherin table – Draco marches while Harry ambles behind him. Draco takes a seat opposite to the Slytherin’s Head Boy, throwing his bag mindlessly next to him, which just so happens to be occupied by a Slytherin boy who is having his lunch with his group of friends.

After apologizing to the boy on Draco’s behalf, Harry sits himself next to Draco, nonchalantly fills his empty plate with any foods within his reach.

“I heard someone had a row with Professor Snape?” asks Pierce, looking at both Draco and Harry, and that prompts Draco to further scowl at Harry.

“Better ask this celebrity yourself,” Draco replies, angrily stabbing at the innocent food to put onto his own plate.

“Celebrity?” Pierce frowns, glancing at Harry for explanation.

Harry shakes his head.

“Just a joke.” Harry gives a sheepish smile to the Head Boy. “Although … I did had a row with Snape.” He nods as he takes a bite of his roasted chicken.

“You did? Do you know how much that has cost us? 30 points.”

“30? Only 30? I thought he took a lot more than that, seeing how furious he was earlier.” Harry shrugs, he continues to devour his meal in his own peace.

“30 points from 15 points,” Pierce justifies. His tone of voice raises with a hint of heat. “That makes us the last house with negative 15 points. NEGATIVE.” The last emphasized word is aimed to recapture Harry’s attention; and Pierce succeeds in doing so as Harry looks up from his plate.

“Negative? I thought it would only come down to zero instead?”

“Well, now you know.” Pierce’s tone has become normal once again before he continues to eat his lunch.

Harry lets himself into a deep thought. Then, a smug smile plasters across Harry’s face. ”Don’t you worry about that Pierce. I would give Slytherin the most points this year. You just wait and see,” he says.

The amount of students and staffs in the Great Hall slowly thinning as each of them started to leave the Hall to get to their next classes, and both Harry and Draco aren’t excluded.

After they had a hearty meal, they gather their belongings, swing their bags over their shoulders, and moves along the crowd exiting the Hall.

Draco’s mood has improved significantly after lunch, which Harry strongly believes that Draco is only being friendly again towards him after Harry got an earful from almost every Slytherin seniors whom kept coming by their seats earlier just to nag in Harry’s ears.

Harry has lost his breath once they reached the Class 99 in the South Tower, where the Charms lesson will take place. Harry can see a lot of students have already arrived outside the class, and half of them are wearing Ravenclaw emblem on their robes.

“I guess we are sharing class with the Ravenclaws,” says Harry to Draco.

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I don’t want to be rude-

Harry Potter

“You’re being rude,” Draco sharply cuts in while looking at the sky outside the window. “-and that is rude,” says Harry calmly.

(HP AU fic) YOU’RE A SLYTHERIN, HARRY - Draco is On Board by mark-that-lucifer

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I know who you are. Everyone among us Pure Bloods know who you are.

replies Draco, his eyes are now back at the scenery outside the window.

“Who am I then?” asks Harry, genuinely curious over the event that is now taking place in his compartment. “You’re a Potter.” “Thank you for the information. I was always wondering who I truly am.”

(HP AU fic) You’re A Slytherin, Harry - Draco is On Board by mark-that-lucifer

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Hi. Draco right? I’m Harry, Harry Potter.

Harry puts his hand out for a handshake, but the only respond he gets is a dirty look from the boy.

Oh? What is this? Harry tries to control his sly grin from showing more visibly on his face. This is interesting…

(HP AU fic) You’re A Slytherin, Harry - Harry’s First Recruitment by mark-that-lucifer

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I believe your friends aren’t that wise either Dad, except for Uncle Moony. But even he is mental when the Moon is out.

Harry

“I know. That’s why remember to choose your friends wisely.” James gives a sly wink at Harry.

(HP AU fic) You’re A Slytherin, Harry - Harry’s First Recruitment by mark-that-lucifer

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Luci will be taking prompts to be featured in ‘You’re A Slytherin, Harry’ fic. Hooray for Luci!

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You’re A Slytherin, Harry.

Harry, Draco, and Ginny immediately get in line with the rest outside of the Potions classroom, and both Slytherins continue to bicker – in which to be more accurate Harry keeps on teasing Draco while Draco scoffs and snorts in return – when a tall man in black robes with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin comes walking by the queue of first-years and vanishes behind the door of the classroom. All students seem to be taken aback or frightened by that almost-black figure.

“Was that him?” asks Harry at Draco, frowning at the door, “Was that our Potions teacher?”

Draco instead frowns at Harry. “Where have you been all these whiles? That is our Head of Slytherin house. And what I’ve heard, he always favours us Slytherins,” says Draco while smirking at Ginny to mock her. However, Ginny is not even slightly shaken by the jeering and continues to smile brightly at Draco, which he replies by shooting daggers at her out of spite.

“ENTER,” booms a voice from inside the classroom, sending chills down to the first-years’ spines, and the cold temperature in the dungeons helps heighten the effect.

The students carefully enter the room, take their seats silently, and sit quietly while waiting for the next order from the teacher. Harry takes his place next to Draco while Ginny joins her Gryffindor group whom deliberately placed themselves at the back of the class, near the exit.

Harry is ogling at the pickled animals floating lifelessly in colourful glass jars on the walls when Snape starts taking register, and once he reaches Harry’s name, he pauses.

“Harry… Potter. Son of James Potter I presume,” he mutters softly.

Harry looks fixedly at him, feeling bewildered at the moment; Harry does not know whether to reply to that statement with or without sarcasm since the tone that Snape used wasn’t a friendly one, it sounded revolting. Harry suspects that his new Potions teacher hates his father, and somehow he hates Harry too.

Harry’s wild theory is soon confirmed as Snape continue to jeer, “Harry Potter. Our new – celebrity.” Draco snorts at Harry’s side while Harry glowers at his new teacher, he can see that Snape’s eyes are as empty and cold as dark tunnels.

What is his problem? Harry ponders while his hand cleverly smacks Draco square on his chest. “Rude,” says Harry half whispering without taking his eyes off Snape. Snape gives him a mocking smirk.

“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making,” Snape addresses to the class as he begins to stride around the silent classroom. “As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic.” Every student is listening attentively to Snape who is almost whispering as he speaks.

“I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…” His speech trails, successfully the impact on the first-year students who are evidently eager to learn more about potions.

Harry isn’t buying any of the acts, his face hardly softens since the class began. Snape notices this, which in return he decides to take advantage of the growing mutual hatred between him and Harry.

“Potter!” calls Snape sharply – Harry who has already had his eyes glaring at Snape does nothing to respond, and that irks Snape whose face has turned more rotten than before.

“What would I get if I added powdered root of ashphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

Harry stays silence for a few moments before he answers, “I don’t know, sir.”

Snape sneers, clearly enjoying himself of the fact that the son of his foe is nothing but an idiotic fool.

“Let’s try again, Potter. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?”

All eyes are now onto Harry, who still refuses to lower his glare at his Potions teacher. “I don’t know, sir.”

“Thought you wouldn’t need to open your book and read before coming, eh, Potter?” Snape jeers. The rest of his class are already too petrified in their seats that none of them snicker at Harry, not even Draco who shoots nervous glances at his friend.

Snape makes his way towards Harry, ignoring the fact that his student is scowling at him back. Snape’s lips curl with air of smugness.

“Like father, like son. Useless…”

However, this time around, Harry is the one smirking. “I disagree on that, sir.”

Snape scowls sharply at Harry.

“It is only the start of the term, sir. It is not my fault if I have no knowledge of anything about Potions since you, sir, as my Potions teacher, is the one responsible of teaching me everything about Potions. So …”

Harry can see Snape’s lips quiver in anger. The very sight gives Harry that triumphant feeling.

“… if I am still useless after your class, then it means you, as my teacher are useless as well, sir.”

Harry swears he heard the whole class gasped silently in unison. Serves you right.

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