Chapter 4
Snape was an odd man, he was not necessarily tall but compared to Harry he loomed over the boy. He had unhealthily pale skin, absolutely no color in them at all. His nails were black and sharp, his ears were pointed and his teeth were fangs. His waist is astonishingly small, as a matter of fact his whole figure was pretty feminine.
The man led him into a fireplace, except the fire was green. He grabbed a handful of powder and tossed it to the ground shouting “Thestral Cathedral.” Before stepping in and pulling Harry in with him. Harry squeaked and fell over. He pushed himself up quickly before glancing around. The building was massive, the biggest one Harry had ever seen. His jaw dropped as he tried to take everything in, the walls were huge and the ceiling seemed to be as far away as the sky. The windows were all stained glass depictions of weird black horses with wings and people. They were incredibly detailed. Their walls were covered in sculptures, carvings, and various art pieces. There were gargoyles in practically every corner. Now that he looked closer the painting and statues seem to move. At the very center of the ceiling was hung a giant Dragon covered in spines. He yelped and fell over. The dragon's maw was opened in a snarl and it seemed as if it was diving right towards Harry. “Yes, the Hungarian Horn-tail The rarest and deadliest species of dragon. Do not fear, it is already dead. Come along, I'll show you to your room.” Severus drawls.
Snape turned around, his cloak swishing dramatically behind him. He marches further down the cathedral, it did not get any less beautiful the further they went. There were many dead creatures hung up on the walls however, Harry came to an immediate stop and one particular one. It was a beautiful white horse with a horn, reared up against one of the black horse thingys. “What are those?” Harry asks approaching. “Surely you know what a Unicorn is? The white one. Can you see the Black one?” Harry nods. “Fascinating, that is a thestral, beautiful isn’t it? It is the crest of my family. One can only see a thestral once they have witnessed death.”
After a lot of walking and a lot of stairs they finally made it. “This is your room, get comfortable. I will call you for breakfast in the morning. Severus swings the door open to reveal the biggest bedroom Harry has ever seen. It was even larger than the Dursley’s sitting room, maybe even bigger than both of Dudley’s rooms combined.
Harry walked in the room, glancing around in awe. It was just as beautiful as the rest of the Cathedral, However it was full of plants. This room was at the top of one of the cathedrals towers, It had large windows and was strewn with fairy lights. There was a large black leather couch and heaps of books. He immediately jumped onto the bed and curled up in it. It was the most comfortable thing he had ever laid on. Petunia always had him sleep on a very old baby mattress that was far too small. He couldn’t help but feel drowsy and drift off.
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“Lord Harrison. Lord Harrison, Up you get! It is time for breakfast.”
“Wha-?”
“Lord Harrison, it is time for breakfast. Calanon shall allow you to get ready, your clothes for the day are on your couch, and then Calanon shall aparate you. The bathroom is right there, all the supplies you will need are already in there.”
“M’Kay.”
Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up, whoever was talking to him left already. Who is Calanon? He wandered towards the couch and grabbed the clothes that were left for him. The clothes were incredibly nice, and so soft too. Harrison had only received hand-me-downs from Dudley and they were always too large. Harry struggled to get them on but figured it out quickly enough and walked to the bathroom. He didn’t even know bathrooms could be so pretty. It was, again, massive. It had a bathtub AND a shower AND they were separate!? There were even more plants and a nice large window. He hopped on the stool and brushed his teeth. Before he could even step one foot out of the bathroom a weird creature popped in front of him with a crack. He yelped and stumbled backwards falling right on his bottom.
“Yes, Calanon is very happy he did not let Lord Severus dress you. Lord Severus is far too fond of black. The Blue and beige look lovely on you! However Calanon must work on that hair. It looks like complete chaos. Not befitting of a young lord at all.”
Harry scrambled upright, “What are you?” He asks curiously. “Calanon is the great family of Tristis’ house elf!” Harry was now even more confused. “Lord Severus did not want that name so he took his mothers, Snape, but he is still the heir.” Calanon dragged him back to the sink and began to mess with his hair twisting, tugging, and pushing it quite violently. “A house elf? Are there more of you?” Calanon splashed his head with water. “No, Calanon is the only one. Calanon does all the cooking and cleaning himself. Calanon does not need any help. He is perfectly capable.” The elf mumbles over a brush in his mouth and a hairdryer in his hand. “Lord Harrison’s hair is not cooperating much. It is very finicky. The most Calanon can do is make it look like a controlled mess. At least now it doesn’t look like your cauldron exploded.”
The elf grabbed his arm and Harry felt a pulling against his stomach. Harry yelped and fell on his face. “Most elegant…Harrison, though children are never good with apparition. At least you didn't vomit.” Snape drawled as Harry lay on the ground. He scrambled to right himself, patting his clothes down to remove imaginary dust. “Right then, let us begin. Sit yourself down and make yourself comfortable.” Snape rested his hand on Harry's shoulder and guided him to a spot at the dining room table. “We will have to make a trip to Diagon Alley to buy all the necessary supplies for a child of your…age. Those supplies are Clothes, toys, books, I may even get you potions ingredients and a cauldron. Dumbledore lent me the Key to your bank account but we won't need it. I’ll pay for you.” Harry nodded along as he practically drowned his toast in jelly.
Severus watched Harry with a look of disgust on his face. “I suppose we’ll have to work on those manners of yours as well.” Harrison bit into his toast sheepishly, half of the jelly falling off onto his plate. “You're not going to eat?” He asked, tilting his head in a similar fashion to an owl. “Vampires do not need to eat. We only need to drink about a cup of blood a week.” He said simply. Harry dropped his toast in shock “Vampires!? You're a vampire??” Severus raised an eyebrow “I assume you were not aware then? Yes I am a vampire, do not worry I do not wish to drink your blood. Straight from the source is not sanitary at all, and that is an incredibly intimate gesture. I personally believe a vampire should only do such a thing to their lover.” He stood up abruptly, his cloak swishing dramatically, like an oversized bat. “In any case, hurry up and finish your breakfast. Eat another piece of toast, take some bacon too. And you will drink all of that milk- I don’t care if you don’t like it I shall NOT have a wasteful child.” He marched off.
Harry grumbled but obediently drank his milk, nose scrunched up in disgust. “Disgusting, why do people drink this?” Harrison licked his fingers and jumped off the stool. “Is master Harrison being done with breakfast then? Come along now boy.” Calanon grabbed Harry’s arm and apparated him into the room with the looming dragon taxidermy. The dragon looks as if it has moved, had it always had its front talons outstretched? Snape followed his gaze “Ah, yes. The dragon likes to move when no one is looking.” Snape bent down and narrowed his eyes at Harry’s face. “I do not believe I can hide the hair, though not many are aware of it. However I will have to hide your scar. It is too well known and far too large to hide behind your bangs. Out in Public you are Harrison Tristis, not Harry potter. Alright?” He waved his wand over Harry’s face. The Magic felt cool and smelled minty.
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