Their first class, to everyone's disappointment, was double Potions. Even Harry, long exempt from suffering directly, was not excited. And Harry liked brewing potions, unlike most students. But it was simply too early to sit in a stuffy classroom and get yelled at for several hours. Besides, Snape refused to let him work the way his mama did. At home, Harry usually balanced at least two potions at once, so that while one was simmering he could work on the other one. (It had taken him getting bored, wandering off, instantly forgetting he was brewing, and having the room explode twice before his mama put her foot down.) Harry could already feel the walls closing in and his restlessness showing through as he bounced on the balls of his feet as they waited at the door for their professor to let them inside.
But Professor Snape was quiet. The class filed in, sat at their stations, and watched as the professor stared out into space for a long moment, eyes clouded. No one spoke until a hesitant Malfoy called out to him. Snape snapped back to reality, swished his wand to write instructions on the board, and then calmly walked into his office and shut the door behind him. The silence lingered for another second as the students sat there, stunned before frantic whispers broke out, growing louder and louder as no adult came to correct them.
While the rumors about Snape's odd behavior quickly moved to outlandish territory, including one first-year who was convinced the professor had been one of the Weasley twins under Polyjuice, Harry quietly slipped away from his friends after dinner and summoned his parents.
"So, I can move on to haunt someone else now?" Lily asked, the violent gleam in her eyes burned like fire and lit up the room in flickering red light. "Severus is very guilty for how he treated his students, I want to move on to some of the Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy, perhaps?"
"Or one of the fuckers in prison?"
"James! Not in front of our son!"
"Sweetheart," James protested. He'd gotten a Fanged Frisbee from somewhere and was juggling it, more focused on catching it than on the glare from his raging wife. "Our baby boy is a murderous apathetic necromancer. I think he'll survive if he hears a few naughty words."
"I've only killed a few people," Harry protested. "And not for fun or anything. And mama swears a lot, it's nothing I've never heard before."
Lily rolled her eyes and continued on. "Well, I think we ought to start with the people who caused the most trouble. Malfoy, the Lestranges -"
"I'd say Bellatrix Lestrange, but she's already insane, isn't she? Would she even notice, I wonder?" James asked.
"We won't haunt her like we did with Severus. It would be pointless to try. We could set her sheets on fire or drown her in the toilet. I don't know what the prisoners have access to but we can get creative."
"So our son can't hear a naughty word but he can hear you gush about drowning someone?"
Harry laughed at their easy bickering as he grasped at darkness. He didn't know exactly where Azkaban prison was, but he focused on it nonetheless and sent his parents off after their target. Despite having just finished dinner, his stomach grumbled again from the use of magic. Where were Ron and Hermione, he wondered. Was it too late to go to the Great Hall for a snack?
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"Honestly Hermione! Why can't we just ask him?"
The girl sputtered. "Well! Because, Ronald, you don't just ask your friend if he is practicing Dark magic! It's illegal."
"Blimey, I know, I know! But I don't think he'd lie if we asked, he hasn't done a very good job of not acting creepy so far, has he?"
"I just - I'm worried about him," Hermione sighed, her face dropping onto her pile of books. They'd sequestered themselves in an alcove deep in the library, but none of the books mentioned a single thing about Harry's potential Dark magic and she was starting to feel hopeless. "What if someone else gets suspicious and he gets expelled ?!"
"I'm sure Harry will tell us when he's ready," Luna said calmly.
"You've known Harry for much longer than us, surely you must know something!" Hermione said.
"Hmm. Well, his house has a unique aura, doesn't it? The same as Ms. Adams, and Harry to a lesser extent."
"That's one way of putting it," Hermione said. "But yes, I noticed. It felt like… someone was watching me. The whole time I was there I had goosebumps."
"His mum gives me the creeps. I reckon whatever he's doing he's picked it up from her," Ron reasoned. They looked to Luna for more gossip, and she thought for a long moment.
"I'm not sure what she does for a living, but she and my mother used to talk about very high-concept experimental potions. Perhaps she is a researcher? They've mentioned having a potion shop somewhere, but I don't recall a single time either of them went there."
"Harry said she's a Potions Master?"
"But that's not a job," Ron explained. "That just means she did extra school and had an apprenticeship. Unless she's loaded, she'd still have to work somewhere. And I don't recognize the Adams family, not that I keep up with all the pureblood crap but usually they're like the Malfoys, unable to keep their family out of every conversation. I've never heard of her though."
"Papa says she's from an old pureblood line from outside the country," Luna said.
"I'll do some research," Hermione said. "Can you think of anything else, Luna?"
"I also heard Papa muttering about their eyes. How they glow - that's not normal. It's indicative of very powerful magic."
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