Chapter 7
"SLYTHERIN!"
There it is, sly- wait. What? WHAT? 'DEATH!' Harry then screeched in his mind. "Calm down my little prince. Everythings, Ganna be fine. Now, start walking. Everything will be fine' Harry slowly then made his way to the Slytherin table. The hall was quite, too quite for his liking. There were eyes Everywhere, then, people then started to murmuring to each other. It was nerve wrecking.
Malfoy Jr. Then stood, "You don't deserve to be here Potter." Malfoy hissed. "I think that's enough Mr.Malfoy, please do sit down. And-" Malfoy sat down quickly his face turning white as sheet, Harry then turned around, facing the owner of the voice. There stood a man who wore all black, his hair hiding his face, pale almost marble skin, hooked nose and onyx eyes. "That my dear is Severus Tobias Snape. He, will serve as your Potions Professor. Remember I told you? He has this long time grudge against your father along with his friends so I do advice you to not piss the man off. I don't wish for you to be hurt, mentally or physically." Harry sighed and nodded every so slightly.
"-Mr.Potter, do sit down." Harry did as instructed and seated himself at the edge between the first years and second years, far away from Malfoy. The feast continued but a little strained, Harry could feel the eyes lingering on his way, the way his hair would stand when he overhears people murmuring, against one another. Seriously, big deal. Harry thought sarcastically. He ate his food, as little as he could, thanks to the Dursleys treatment, his appetite has decreased to a worrying level. But his still working on it as death has insisted he does so. Death really worries too much, it's surprising.
After the feast, the prefect Travis Davey she introduced herself then lead the first years towards the dim lit dungeons as the others ascended to the towers. Harry noted, the temperature changing drastically throughout the journey. He stayed at the back of the group as to not cause attention to himself but failing miserably. People would crain their necks just to take a good look at him. He sighed mentally. 'Mr.Death.... if I die, this is all on you.' He could feel the cold temperature drop dramatically, the rest then started to shiver as the older years, yielded their wands, on the look out. 'Mr.Death! Stop! I was joking!' Harry then said in a panic.
'Good.' came the short but cold reply of Mr.Death before the temperature started to lessen a bit. The older years were still too wary, instructing the lower years to huddle close. Once they arrived, there were confused looks, a wall? Harry chuckled, Mr.Death had mentioned that the way in the dormitories of Slytherin is by simply saying a password, but Mr.Death had different ideas/tactics in doing so. So Harry stopped up front, the older years, then looked up at Harry. "mr.potter? Is there a problem?" Harry simply shook his head and faced the blank wall.
"Open~" he hissed. Everyone drew in a breath as the blank wall morphed into a painting, a man with long jet black hair with white streaks, tied in a bun, dark onyx eyes and a cold look on his face, it quickly dampens with one look at Harry. "Hello there little one" Salazar said. Harry smiled sweetly at Salazar. "Hello there Grandpa sal!" One of which Harry don't know who but was pretty sure was one of Tracys friends screeched, maybe in surprise? But Harry wasn't paying any attention really. "Mr.Mortis said hi by the way!" Harry added, Grandpa sal merely chuckled before opening his Portrait door. "Good, tell him I said hello in turn, now come on in." Harry then went in first, humming an unfamiliar song as the others stared and followed dazely at the younger boy.
Harry took good one look at the common room, it was well... Dark? He expects much honestly but this will do. There stood a figure in the front of the common room as students started to fill in. "Good evening students, I am Severus Snape, and I will be your head of house as well as your potions Professor. I will get straight to the point so that you may rest early and get acquainted well with your sorroundings, friends, and have time to adjust. First rule, if you so as much have a trouble with another student, then settle it in the walls of our dormitory, never and I mean NEVER, take it outside. You all are aware of the title and views of others of Slytherin so I will not elaborate
You all will show respect to each professors, do your best, and so not misbehave. I will give you points if you show your best, I will deduct points, I will give detentions if you so much as cross the line but I will not punish you tot he point that I will physically hurt you, no I will not do such act." Severus then paused as he eyed every student in the room. "If you need of me, I will be in my office, there will schedules on my door for when and when not to disturb me, as such, there may be some instances that I will be brewing some potions that may be dangerous if I so slip. Am I understood?" Everyone nodded and chorused a "yes sir" Snape nodded in turn before continuing.
"If I am not available, then please do not hesitate asking for help with your year prefects. That is all and goodnight." Snape then left the common room with his robes billowing behind him. The common room was deadly still and silenced, they have not yet forgotten about what had happened earlier. So Harry just hummed and walked Infront, turning to them with a smile, his facade dropping in an instant. "Hello." He greeted.
"First and foremost, yes I am a parselmouth, I am a Potter and I do not wish to elaborate more further than that." Mr.death had mentioned when he stole the horcrux that decided on his scar, there had been some residue left, which means the ability to speak to snakes. He had thought it cool, which was for the record is. "I will not tolerate any disrespect here, pureblood or not, I do not give a damn, cross the line and I will not hesitate to punish you, barehands if need be but I will also not hesitate pointing my wand and hex you till you beg you were dead." He said finally before turning around and walking towards the boys dormitory.
Well that ought to do it. Harry thought. The day has been overwhelming for Harry. So when he flopped against the bed, he instantly fell asleep, not even bothering in saying goodnight to Mr.Death, he'll understand Harry thought before slumber had taken over.