Chapter 1
Chapter one:
“How dare he indulge that Hufflepuf. That lowley Hufflepuff thinks he can ruin my chance's with him.” I turn to Blaise and Pansy, these two just happen to be my childhood best friends and also happen to think I'm obsessed with bloody Potter. Pansy has her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh and failing at that and Blaise is giving me that stupid amused smirk. I roll my eyes, “Pasny darling I do love you but that doesn't mean I won't hex you if you claim I'm too possessive of him. Blaise Please help me here, tell her.” My best friend sat up and sighed, “Draco honey as much I would love to help you, a blind man could see the way you look at Potter, and the way you look like you wanna hex someone into oblivion when someone else goes near him that's not weasel or granger.” Pansy apparently couldn't hold it in because she bursts out laughing, “Oh draco, I wasn't going to say you're too possessive with him, after all, Malfoys love is something far beyond regular love. Remind me again how your parents met?” Pansy continues laughing, “We are not talking about my parents right now, and that would never happen because of stupid Potter's fault. He just believed those blood traitors over me, and that bloody half-breed giant told him to stay away from me when I didn't even do anything. I just wanted to talk to him, I mean ever since I met him at Madam malkins he looked alluring, so I went to talk to him, but no. The moment I get him talking and about to shake my hand that bloody giant comes in saying ‘Don't talk to him he's evil’ I was a CHILD!” I think I said the last part too loud because now most of the great hall is looking at me. “Well what are you bloody looking at! Mind your own business!” I look back at Pansy and Blaise who look bored, “Draco we know, we've only heard this story a hundred times. Why don't you try making a truce with him, offer to go to honeydukes or something. Just imagine if we could-” That old bloody oaf decided to barge right in and announce the winners of the triwizard tournament. All of Slytherin drowns him out, it shouldn't be allowed until the next day as per wizard tradition, but no, the stupid mudbloods had to influence everything and have it today since it's ‘Halloween’. How ridiculous, they came into our world not the other way around, now they're ruining all of our traditions.
I look over at my godfather who gave me a tired look and nodded in acknowledgement of how all this was just ridiculous, I focus back in on our sorry excuse of a headmaster. He just keeps going on and on about unity, I swear how is he still alive, I would die if I had to listen to myself if I sounded like him. I see everyone except the Slytherin stand, oh Salazar no, he's going to have us sing that ridiculous school song. I look at my friends who have a blank face, we must preserve at least our own house’ dignity, looking at the other schools you can see even they are embarrassed for us. I start disassociating, when I come to it appears Victor Krum, Fluer something and oh great Salazar of all people a Hufflepuff, and it just had to be stupid Diggory.
I thought this horrible dinner was over until the goblet started to light up again, we all stared as it shot out another piece of paper. “Harry potter.” I froze. What? No. NO that can't be right. “HARRY POTTER!” Chaos. Everyone's talking, the teachers are rushing towards Potter, I look at my friends who seem just as confused. This doesn't make sense, he doesn't have a reason to want to enter. We all freeze and turn towards the Gryffindor table because the weasel starts yelling, “YOU LIAR! Of bloody course you want more! All of it makes so much sense. DO you think I'm stupid?! Your constant complaints of wanting a ‘normal school year’. Why can't you ever just tell me anything! Always about you! That's it! I'm DONE! DON'T SPEAK TO ME OR HERMIONE YOU BOY LOVING ABNORMALITY!” This blood traitor storms out of the great hall with the frizzy mudblood trailing after him.
How DARE HE! I look at my fellow snakes, all with the same expression, absolute disgust with that idiotic blood traitor ginger. It is more than acceptable to love or like the same gender in the wizarding world, purebloods actually have specific rituals to honor those types of relationships. Merlin the Great himself was in love and married a man, Arthur Pendragon, granted he was born from magic but still a man nonetheless. I swear mudbloods just have to keep ruining everything, polluting the wizarding world into thinking what has been normal and sacred for over a millenia into something forbidden and frowned upon. Not only that but to say that to Potter, MY Potter, his supposed best friend is absolutely shameful. Slytherin is known for being ‘evil’ but what is evil is wanting to keep our family bloodline, our world free from these ridiculous ideals. Weasley will pay for this. That is now the understanding of the Slytherin house, it's more shameful because until his stupid father turned to muggles he was raised on our proper way of wizarding life. Our traditions, rituals, our way of life, just to be as vile and cruel as muggles. I look around at the other houses, all mixed faces of hate,anger,disgust or amusement. This is absurd, so much for unity. Glancing at my snakes we all share the same looks, sorrow, sympathy, or anger.
I look at Potter who looks utterly defeated and lost, I'm also standing at this point trying to get to him along with other slytherins our year or higher. I'm almost within arms reach before he's physically dragged by the old coot. I made eye contact with sev and that one look always meant one thing, danger. He was going to be in danger. I look around and make eye contact with the prefects and make a hand motion to get to the common room immediately, Pansy and Blaise are right behind me as I lead my house into our common room.
Everyone gets into formation, 4rth years in front, 3rd to 1st years in the middle and 5th years to 7th years in the back. Before I speak, a 5th year student raises his hand, Pansy makes a motion to speak, “We are all in agreement that Potter is not at fault right? None of it makes sense-” Blaise makes a stopping motion and the kid stops talking, I can see the prefect's pace, most older year students look furious, as embarrassing as it is, everyone knows that Potter is indirectly a snake, because of me. Especially since I'm a Malfoy, Malfoy's don't have ‘flings’ or ‘hookups’, our affection and love has been a strange thing and now all anyone knows is when a Malfoy loves, it’s dark and merlin help whoever messes with what belongs to a Malfoy.
Our house is quite literally all we will ever need, we settle disputes respectfully, accept our defeat, no cheating as it brings shame on our families and our house. We work together, we protect our own. Why is it so hard for others to do that, poor Harry, I've lost count on how many times he's been sent to the infirmary by his own house.
“You are correct, no one is blaming Potter. As everyone is aware Potter is indeed indirectly a snake, he will now formally be treated as such. As most are aware, when Slytherins court someone, the house must welcome them in. All though that is besides one of the main points.” I sighed there's so much to inform them of. I look at thr older students who nod for me to continue. “For you, first and second years it is important to learn the traditions in Slytherin, first and foremost we will discuss the rules of being a Slytherin. One, we do not fight other Slytherins in public, there are exceptions but that will be resolved in the sanctuary of our common room and in front of our head of house Professor Severus Snape. Two, never travel through the school alone. I know that we value our independence but as you all know it's not entirely safe for us to be alone. Remember that we in the eyes of the school are evil or are going to be evil, unfortunately we cannot just be left alone we have to be taught a ‘lesson’. Should you find yourselves outnumbered you are to find a prefect-” A first year raised his hand, “Yes? What is it?” He looked nervous, I guess until they get used to us they will learn not to be. “I'm guessing you mean one of our own?”
I sighed, this is just sad. “Yes , I should have clarified something else. You will learn that a majority of the time you will only be able to rely on our own house for things, of course there are exceptions. Not everyone is always out to get us but we have learned the hard way that 90 percent of the school cannot be trusted. We will introduce the ones who are either betrothed to or have shown our status as Slytherins do not matter to them, and will help us when needed.” There seems to be confusion within the younger years, I always hated explaining this. It's vexing that we as a school who practically preaches and worships unity show such hate and hostility towards each other. I look towards Pansy for help, she nodded her head standing up, “I see there's confusion of why betrothal would be brought up in this, during 5th year is usually when we get our betrothal contracts. Whether those are political or emotional contracts it's always promised that no matter the house, protection comes with it. Although most families who do, those contracts usually come from Slytherin families there are exceptions who end up in other houses and need protection from their own house because of where they come from. So in return if one of our own are in trouble and needs outside help those exceptions are to help because of the protection we give to them. Understand?”
Looking around they all nodded in understanding, when Pansy was going to continue a hand went up, “Yes?” Pansy pointed at the kid, “If we cannot find any of our prefects or our outside help, could we ask Potter since he belongs to Malfoy?” I froze, well this is awkward. I forget that the rumor about my claim declaration to Potter in 1rst year probably spread through the younger years. The older years and prefects start laughing quietly, Blaise and Pansy are trying not to laugh. One of the 6th years started talking, throwing his arm around me, “Unfortunately our little Malfoy has been unsuccessful in courting his lion properly as he's still in denial, although in my opinion I would say only if he's alone. The mud-blood and blood traitor are far too biased and are by far the most Slytherin haters in the school, if you do see them with him steer clear unless you have an older year with you.” I huffed out a sigh as I threw his arm off me. “Well you will be happy to know that I am no longer in denial and will move forward with the plan.” The older years' eyes grew wide before they started cheering, “What does that mean?” The first years were all mumbling, before I could respond Pansy squealed, “It's time to bring the lion into the snake's den!”
“Well we've covered the most important rules, so everyone 3rd year and below, off to your dorms. The big kids have a meeting and it's not for your ears.” The 6th year prefect announced, I remember being so mad about being sent to bed, it felt like my parents but different because I could joke around with the older years. Until I realized that's what it felt like to have older sibling's.
Uncle Sev walked in with his cape billowing behind him as he stood in front of the fireplace, all of us older years immediately looked at him, backs straight, our attention on him. “Good evening, as most of you know I am your head of house Severus Snape, if any of you have issues with work. Let me know I will see what I can do to help, should you need help with issues with other students let me know immediately. I will not tolerate any prejudice or discrimination towards any of you. That being said, if there are issues within our house it will be resolved within our house. We are to be united outside no matter the problem you may have with one another. Unlike the other hypocritical houses in this school, we Slytherins stay united.” Sev looked around and saw all of us older years looking at him with respect and pride, the younger years looked at him with attentiveness as they hung on every one of his words determined to follow them. He is greatly admired in our community, youngest potions master, one of the dark lords trusted friend and advisor. He is fighting for us dark wizards and witches, to keep the original sacred rituals celebrating the solstice’ separate from the mud-bloods holidays, and the prejudice against us. We all greatly admire him, which is why we get into fights with Gryffindors especially who badmouth him all the time.
I snap out of the daze as he continues talking, “Loyalty, we stay loyal to one another and receive the same in return. Ambitious, cunning, we strive to be these two things so we may conquer what we seek in life. Resourceful, we do the best with what is given to us in this unjust world and turn it into our own to strike those who doubted us. Remember these traits and use what is within each and every one of you to strive in the world, I am here to make sure you achieve the greatness you were all destined for. We pride ourselves in our unity, so I expect you older kids to show to teach the young ones how we work. With that, I bid you young kids a good night.” Sev finished with a hand motion to send the younger ones to sleep.
They all smiled and did a small bow, a round of ‘good nights’ went around before it was 3rd-6th years left with our head of house. They all started a huddle around me telling uncle Sev how I ‘finally’ decided to man up and claim ‘my lion’. Although not wrong I now have to tell my uncle and godfather that I have fully accepted Harry Potter as the one. It's embarrassing, but I'd rather tell him than mother and father first.
“So our little dragon has decided to finally give in and go after his lion.” I heard from behind me, I sighed. Even if it's annoying it feels nice to be able to talk to someone older for advice, especially if it's not my mother and father. I'd get an endless conversation of ‘Give elegant, expensive, meaningful, gifts proving you can give them anything in life, from financial to emotional.’ from my father, and ‘Black's are known for our seriousness & bold acts with our gestures of love, I expect whoever you be with is taken with seriousness and not one of these ‘flings’ I hear from other young wizards’ I think she would kill me if I messed around with other like in other houses. Although there are a couple exceptions, we Sytherins do not like ‘messing around’. It brings shame to the family. I was about to speak before I heard Sev clear his throat, he wanted me to say it. I sat there in front of him with all other students our age or older behind me, this is embarrassing but its tradition. Vulnerability of one's emotions in front of the house is meant to show you were serious with the other person.
Which is why the ‘Claim’ on Potter was valid since first year because I was given Veritaserum by older ravenclaws so I can ‘confess’ I was planning on killing students because I'm the son of a death eater. Fortunately I was saved by some of the older slytherins but I ended up overhearing a group of students talk about Harry Potter and who would become the next lady Potter and shouted he was mine and no one was to touch what belonged to me. In the end Sev obliviated the students and gave me the reverse potion of Veritaserum. Uncle Sev was not happy at all and almost called father and mother who surely would have destroyed the school. In the end my ‘claim’ stuck and only I was able to pick on Harry, although I got a lot of backlash from the older students because of my treatment towards him until I told them everything that happened at madam Wilkins and stated I would never confess. They told me I wouldn't stay in denial forever, and here we are. No longer in denial and about to tell my godfather about my magical pull towards Harry Potter who I was in love with.
I breathed in and out before looking directly at my godfather, “Uncle Sev, I have tested my magic and it pulls me towards Harry Potter. I am in love with him and my magic has confirmed it. We all know how picky and cautious Malfoy and Black magic is when choosing our betrothed, and every part of me has pulled me towards him. I ask that as my head of house and godfather you support me and give me your blessing to accept him into the house of Slytherin.” I didn't look away from him, he had that look, the one he uses when he thinks. From my peripheral vision, I see everyone behind me looking and waiting for the response. He breather out a sigh and sat on the table in front of me, he's going to show his rare moments of true vulnerability, “Draco, as head of house my first priority is to ensure you all are safe with who we let in, no damage to any of you whether physical or emotional. Like I've said in the past, we are family and you will be treated as one of my own. So if I think someone would harm one of you, my snakes, they will be rejected.” I tensed up, I understand my godfather's caution but- “But as your godfather, your happiness is what is more important to me. So if I permit Potter into our house, will it endure your happiness? Do you truly love him, your magic, everything?” I smile, “I promise you that he is my happiness, and with the recent events happening to him have opened my eyes and magic that I need to help him. So I ask again, will you head of the house of Slytherin accept Harry Potter into our house as my betrothed and ally of Slytherin?” He stood up, never breaking eye contact with me. “I, Severus Snape, head of the house of Slytherin accept Harry Potter as Draco Malfoy's betrothed and ally of Slytherin.” 3 seconds pass, 5 seconds, the whole common room explodes with cheering and laughter. I look at my godfather, he smiled very lightly before putting his hand on my shoulder, “You will be the one telling your parents though, I do not wish to face the endless questions of your parents.” I laughed nodding before turning around facing Blaise and Pansy who are barely controlling their excitement.
Pansy came and hugged me Blaise holding onto the both of us. Eventually after congratulations were given and everyone went to sleep, I was left with my two best friends. “Draco darling, not to burst any bubbles but how are we going to approach Potter? If he is always with the frizzy mud-blood and blood traitor?” I looked at Blaise, “Well, he won't be with them, I know it, they will follow the same path. Abandon him when he needs them the most and pick him up again when it's convenient for them. It will no longer be like that. I felt his magic you know, it felt so sad and lonely until he looked at me, and he just ever so slightly stepped towards me when I was getting through the crowd before the old goat took him from me. So that means he felt it, our magic trying to reach for one another. I will show him what it means to have someone who actually stands by his side, his magic has accepted me, he just doesn't understand because he was raised by those vile muggles who don't know anything. Your help would be greatly appreciated.” I looked up from the fire and both of them had smiles on their faces, “We will be happy to help, I can't wait till we can get revenge on those two Gryffindors, the audacity to just leave him like that, and to call him those names. Just wait till I get my hands on them! I'm going to-” I started laughing, “Oh dear pansy, you will be perfect for our future careers.” They both smiled and started laughing with me.
When we were all young around 5, when we were first told about the evil light wizard who killed the dark lord who had been trying to restore the wizarding world from the light wizards grasps and made a baby pawn. Pansy and Blaise vowed that we would get revenge on all those who tried killing us when we were young and for killing the dark lord. I was nominated as the next leader because of a prophecy about me and another who would conquer the wizarding world. I guess I know who my partner is now.
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I can't focus on anything, Ron had just exposed me. The ringing in my ears wouldn't stop until I felt a pull? My magic? It was like a tug in my body, my magic was pulling me. I looked in the direction I felt the pull, Malfoy? I have no issue with him until he starts bullying my best friends, well ex-best friends now, but my magic, I can feel it. It feels so calm, feels happy almost, I started taking a step towards him. I snap out of the feeling when I feel someone grab my arm forcefully, the feeling in my magic stops, it feels dark but not in the comforting way I'm used to; almost angry. I had to calm myself, my magic specifically otherwise I'll create another shield around me. I turned around and saw it was professor dumbledore, my magic still buzzed around me, it was green; Slytherin green. I’m then yanked through the great hall into a room by the teachers table. I looked towards Malfoy who looked concerned? We enter the room and I'm pushed towards the middle, I clutch my head kneeling, there's too many voices, too many people.
“Harry, look at me! Did you put your name in the cup!? Did you get an older student to do it for you!” I could hear the headmaster yelling and asking question after question but everything is just so loud, the ringing won't stop! My vision feels blurry, like I'm not wearing my glasses. I vaguely see the champions in a corner talking angrily with their guardians. What looks like the other staff members rush into the room. My vision mostly clears up as my hearing gets worse, my magic is blocking everything out but I'm trying to pay attention, I don't like this feeling; I just want that feeling from earlier to come back. I don't know how long has passed but I can feel the tears, I can finally hear a voice I just don't know who's.
My vision clears when I hear a voice, “Potter calm down, you're fine. Breathe, your magic is out of control, you need to calm yourself.” A strange feeling came over me, my magic was reacting, listening, calming; it felt different and familiar from the earlier feeling, but still different. I looked up at who was speaking, It was Professor Snape, and for some reason he didn't seem intimidating, but calm and worried? He was kneeling in front of me, I listened to his voice, his magic was going in waves, and I could feel it. I tried getting my magic to mimic his, when I got it to match I could hear clearly again. I looked around and saw shocked faces from all the staff and the champions looked both scared and angry. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked the most shocked, and then I realized why. The whole room looked like a tornado went through it, and that's when I realized a dark green veil of my magic was surrounding me. That's when I noticed I was holding onto professor Snape, for some odd reason I felt a different kind of calm than from earlier, like Sirius was holding me but more peaceful, I didn’t let go. Professor Snape didn't shove me off so I didn't let go, not when I felt so at ease.
The veil didn't go away though, I looked up when I heard the voices again and it’s like the veil got smaller but thicker, now when I looked through it, the room around looked green. “QUIET! ALL of you!” I held onto Snape tighter when he started yelling. The room went quiet, “Potter, there's no need for the shield. You won't be grabbed, or yelled at, so calm and control yourself.” I felt a hand rest on my head, and I let out more tears, small shivers ran through me as I cried quietly, “I didn't do it. I swear on everything I didn't do it Professor. I just want to go to school and not face death everywhere I go. I, I, I’m so tired. I don't even know what the games are for. I promise I'd never do it.” I could feel my body shaking, but I feel so peaceful, I want to tell Snape everything. Everything I've gone through in school and with my relatives. I couldn't stop crying and for once I don't care, I just want to stay here. I feel the hand on my head pat my head twice before feeling it leave. “You heard him, he didn't do it so quit yelling, I need all of you to leave so I can get this shield of magic to dissolve and knowing the boy it'll need to explode, so leave otherwise you'll be blasted out the window.” I hear a majority of them leave, Dumbledore and McGonagall stay in a corner and wands up.
“Child” I look up at Snape, “I need you to focus your magic, I’m guessing you can feel how your magic is responding to mine and I will explain all that after but if you keep up with this shield you will deplete your magic and will be in the infirmary for a long time. Now you did well matching your magic to mine earlier and now repeat that same feeling.” I closed my eyes focussing on the magic that I now know came from Snape, I matched my magic and opened my eyes seeing the magic green shield turn into a magic spiral going down into me. It looked so pretty. I noticed I was still attached to Professor Snape, I let go and felt the peaceful magic disappear. I look at Snape who looks pleased? I can never tell but I know it's a good feeling right now. I was about to apologize when I heard a voice call out to me.
“Harry my boy, I'm so sorry I frightened you. We just need to get to the bottom on why your name was in the cup and who put it in. Now come here and we can sort this out-” Dumbledore started walking towards me, an arm out to grab me, I immediately grabbed Professor Snape's arm and went slightly behind him. I felt something strange in the air, like a bad smell you recoil from, but from the magic around the headmaster. McGonagall started walking towards me when she noticed how I grabbed professor Snape, “Potter you need to listen when-” The odd feeling in the air intensified, the shield was back up and now, I fully hid behind Snape now. He just stood there, observing I guess, “I think it's best that you leave while again I get the shield down. I do not wish to visit Madam Pomfrey at all, especially by being blasted through a window.” I closed my eyes for an argument but nothing came except for a door opening and closing.
“Now Potter.” I froze, “Can you let go of my arm? No one is here except us and I need you to release this shield.” I let go but the shield was still up, I looked closely and the green magic was falling on us but disappearing after it touched us. “Your magic is creating a shield, to protect you, and it seems myself as well as the concentrated magic is falling on me as well.” It's like I now realized how big the shield actually was, I matched Snape's magic again and it disappeared the same way as last time. As embarrassing as it is, I started crying again. “I. I'm sorry professor, I don't know-” I stopped talking as he put his hand out to stop, “I didn't ask for your apologies, if anyone needs to apologize, it's those friends of yours and your house.” For the first time in this timespan he sneered and had the same intimidating cold expression, and just like that the feeling of abandonment came washing in. I feel so empty, but more than anything, furious “This always happens, no one ever believes me! Always calling me a liar! No one believed me about the stone! Not about me not turning into voldemort! Why can't someone just STAY WITH ME! WHY AM I NEVER ENOUGH FOR ANYONE! WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?” I started yelling and only stopped when I heard multiple things break, I looked around and saw tables and chairs, different furniture broken like someone just threw them at the wall.
I didn't mean to say that outloud, I look at professor Snape who looks worried? “Honestly I'm beyond caring, I don't care what Ron and Hermione think, not what Gryffindor thinks, not the professors, not this school. I've almost died on numerous occasions for these people yet not one of them can stand by me. I could just go die in these games and everyone would be happy-” I saw Snape walk closer to me, “Careful child, that's a dangerous path you would walk, and I for one did not do all this so you can die in these blasted games. Besides, I want to help you.” I guess my look of confusion gave me away, “Yes, I'm aware my actions have not proven me trustworthy, but I believe that I owe you an explanation for that, but first I will explain why you shouldn't go on about dying. First and foremost you have an option of changing houses on 2 conditions, one being you are voted out, and second it you choose you to be resorted. If you truly belong in your house then the sorting hat will put you back, but I think we both know that Gryffindor was not where you should have been placed.” I could feel my eyes widening more, “Yes I'm well aware of where the hat originally wanted to put you, and I will say you would have been far more successful in Slytherin. I will inform you of the details of that information later, for now we will focus on getting you somewhere safe. We are both aware of what will happen if you go to your tower so, I'm informing you now it's in your best intentions to stay in the infirmary tonight and I will collect you in the morning to call for a resort. Second, on your much needed knowledge, I can count a whole house believing you, unfortunately you've been brainwashed into not trusting Slytherin's but I would like to believe you have your mothers insight on how wrong that is.” I started thinking of all the times I've seen other houses picking on young Slytherins, which now that I truly look back on is when Malfoy was the worst in bullying the other houses. “I also know you felt how my magic was calming you, which is in connection to what you felt with Draco Malfoy. Although a bit confusing the short of it is you two’s magic is bonded, and I am Draco's godfather, I gave magic to Draco and connected to him as well, which by default you. You felt some of Draco's magic as well as my magical instinct to protect you both as you are bonded to my godson. Which in return your magic reacted to protect us both magically rather than physically.” I started thinking of the times I felt a pull towards Malfoy, it'd make sense as my magic never actually felt protective of me around him, even when we were ‘fighting’. “Is that why I'm always feeling a pull towards him? Everyone else told me it was just deep hatred, I knew it didn't make sense but I didn't want an interrogation.” I see Snape breathe deeply, “Of course that's what they tell you, of all the-.”
He sat in the only chair that wasn't broken, which was closest to us. I guess my magic thought it was too close to hurt us. “Listen child, you were supposed to learn these things since you were young, I'm not sure why but I'm guessing it's because of your muggle relatives. Did they not read any of the muggle raising wizard kind books in diagon alley? That is the first thing on lists if you are a half-blood or muggle-born.” I started laughing, hysterically laughing. I can tell it annoyed and confused him but I couldn't help it. The idea of them even wanting to see if I was alive is a ridiculous notion in itself, tears fell but I was still laughing. “I'm sorry but they would never go near anything that has to do with magic with a 30 foot pole. They won't even go to the train station to pick me up because too many ‘freaks’ would be around, I have to walk a few blocks to reach the car. So the idea of them reading something to help me, let alone for me is absurd. Don't even get me started on the house-” I stopped talking, realizing I was about to say what they did to me.
“We will discuss your living situation soon, but for now let’s focus on the present.” He stood up and motioned towards the door, “Let's get you to Madam Pomfrey.” He started walking towards the door, I guess he wanted me to follow him, I walked after him hearing the great hall full of hushed conversations. I grabbed his cloak, I don't care if it's embarrassing, I've never felt so much comfort from someone, not even Sirius. I followed him through the great hall, I noticed that all of the Slytherin tables were empty, I guess they didn't want any of the drama. This walk across the hall seemed so long, I picked up some of what everyone was discussing, “I can't believe he would steal the spotlight from Cedric”, “I heard he threatened other students to not put their name in the cup”, “Did you hear? He likes guys. Better put up wards on your beds”, “What a traitor, once one house sees his true colors he moves to the next.” “It makes so much sense now, he's part of the snakes!” It's like a string snapped inside me.
To bloody hell with this place, I thought this could be my home, the one place I could be free. Thinking about how many times I've been outcasted just solidified my decision, I was told that my house was my family. That’s the only reason I forgave them everytime, but it seems Malfoy was right that first day. Everyone here is a hypocrite, and they never stood by me when I needed them. I should have taken his hand in first year, none of this would've happened, he would be proud of me for speaking parselmouth, not terrified, not calling me the next dark lord. I looked up at Snape, snapping out of my thought I realized we were almost to the infirmary, I guess I didn't let him go. Thank merlin too because I would have fallen just now, “Sir I don't feel good, I feel dizzy.” He turned around to look at me, I think concern flashed his eyes because he held onto my arm and started walking next to me, guiding me instead of leading.
I think I passed out for a couple seconds before I realized I was laying in my unofficial hospital bed. “Ahem” I look to my right and see professor Snape, I am holding his arm while his other hand has a book. “I apologize sir.” I tried letting go but it's like my hands wouldn't let go. Worry flashed through me, he's going to get upset if I don't let go. “Child calm down, you don't feel safe yet. Since you don't feel safe your magic has entangled itself onto mine until you feel safe. Now be prepared, the headmaster along with McGonagall will be coming to speak with you and I expect there to be no more shields. I am here beside you and your magic and my magical instincts won't allow harm to come to you. So sit up slowly, back straight, face neutral. You will be a Slytherin in a few hours and you will carry yourself as such, we do not show our emotions to outsiders. Remember one important thing, as I've told all my snakes, you will never be in harm’s way when I am with you.” I would have cried hearing the reassurance but I have no more tears to shed, instead I gave a firm nod. I understand why the Slytherins were always at ease around him, I've never felt so comforted but strong enough to face a dragon. I sat up straight, face neutral, faced forward but my hand never left professor Snape. I guess he was fine with that as he didn't say, Dumbledore and McGonagall walked in. “Harry my boy, how was your sleep? You’ve been out for a while-” He finished his sentence quickly looking down at my hand stuck around Snape's arm, “Harry why don't we speak privately. Let Professor Snape rest, after all you don't need him as he's not your head of house.” I clutched his sleeve tighter, I knew it, he couldn't help me. “Well it's good you brought that up Albus, the child wishes to have a resorting.” I think McGonagall almost had a heart attack.
She walked forward hastily standing next to Dumbledore, “Potter, tell me he's misunderstood something, you won't leave your family will you?” I remembered what Snape said, I kept my face neutral not showing my anger from her words. “There's no misunderstanding Professor, I simply believe I was put in the wrong house. I wish for a resort.” I looked directly at her without hesitating, “Harry you must think carefully, maybe you're confused. You did hit your head rather hard, we will let you sleep and you can change your mind-” I could feel my magic get wild, angry, “Professor Dumbledore, with all due respect I do not wish to think about it more. I've done plenty of thinking and have made my decision.” They both stood there shocked, for once I wasn't scared or panicked, I could feel Snape’s magic in calm waves so I mimicked him. “So when can I expect to get resorted?” McGonagall sighed, “Well I guess there's actually nothing to worry about as your home is in Gryffindor.” Dumbledore nodded, “Yes you will see that you are where you belong, you can get your resort in the morning. For now my boy, get some rest.” Both professors walked out leaving me alone once again.
I looked at professor Snape, “Now child, you will be safe. I've set up some wards around the bed, nothing to kill but enough to block anything from coming into the space. I expect you to stay put and rest, you must show that none of what they do will have an effect on you, and when the hat shouts Slytherin, walk with pride and sit at that table with your head held high.” I smiled, I let go of his hand, “I will do my best.” He nodded, he stood up and did something unexpected, he patted my head twice. Leaving me to think and sleep.