Harry woke up the next day to a faint tapping sound. He dragged himself off of the bed and mumbled something along the lines of "Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming," and "Give me a minute." The tapping continued and Harry opened his eyes to see Theo tapping his wand against his Potions textbook, not Aunt Petunia's horse like face staring down at him.

Theo looked up from his book and looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh. Harry was confused, but looked in the mirror Theo was pointing to and saw his hair flying up in random angles. He groaned and tried to flatten the hair down, but only made it more frizzy the more he tried. He called it quits after a few minutes and grabbed some clean clothes to bring with him to the bathroom.

After a ten minute shower where Harry mostly stood under the water, embracing the warmth, he emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and with a towel sat on top of his head.

Everyone else, besides Vince and Greg, seemed to have already gotten their showers and were either reading a textbook or tidying up their bed area. Harry looked at the clock overhead the door and decided to use his time before breakfast to look over his textbooks and let his hair dry. He got so engrossed with his Defense Against The Dark Arts textbook, that he nearly smacked Draco with it when he shook Harry's shoulder, telling him it was time for breakfast. Harry then put away his towel and his textbook, following the others out of the dorm.

All the first years lined up and followed the two Prefects, who they learned were named Fenston and Gemma, to the Great Hall for breakfast.

The first years all sat in the same spots as yesterday and definitely didn't hesitate about digging in to the big breakfast display. Harry plopped one pancake and a few strawberries onto his plate, and started to butter the pancake when he saw a shadow looming over him. He turned to see Professor Snape holding out a paper to him.

"Your timetable Mr. Potter," he drawled, "You shan't have a problem finding your way, as you share a schedule with all of the other Slytherin first years."

He stalked away, handing out timetables down the table to the rest of the Slytherins. Harry looked down at the timetable and was relieved to see that they didn't have Potions class until Friday. He had a feeling that Snape didn't like him that much and wondered what he ever did to the man to have him feel that way. School only officially started that day.

Harry blinked and looked up when he saw a hand waving in front of him. He turned and saw Draco raising an eyebrow at him.

"You really do zone out a lot, huh," Draco declared. "I was asking if that's all you were going to eat. There isn't much on your plate to start with and you barely even touched half of it. You're awful skinny to not be finishing your food. Are you nervous or something?"

'Getting use to eating a proper meal doesn't just happen over night, ya know'

Harry waved it off as nerves for their upcoming lessons and told Draco not to worry about him. He even popped a strawberry in his mouth to show Draco that he was going to eat.

A few moments later, a bunch of owls fluttered down into the Great Hall and Harry watched as a lot of the older students immediately covered their food. Harry did the same as a large brown owl swooped down and dropped a parcel in front of Draco. Draco, and a good majority of the other Slytherins, opened up their parcels distributed by the owls and showed off what was inside. Harry felt disappointed that he hadn't received anything, but shook the feeling away by telling himself he didn't have anyone to send him anything.

"Oh, yes!" Draco exclaimed. "Mother remembered. Ever had Swiss chocolate, Harry?" He asked, shoving a bar of elegantly wrapped chocolate under Harry's nose.

Harry shook his head and took the offered chocolate. He took a bite and could honestly say that it was the best thing he had ever tasted. He pretty much shoved the rest down his throat and earned himself an amused, yet disgusted look from Draco. He smiled innocently and continued to finish off his breakfast.

Eventually, the Slytherin first years all went through their lessons throughout the next few days. Harry enjoyed most of them, although, he thought History of Magic was probably the most boring class he had ever witnessed and thought that Defense Against The Dark Arts class was a huge letdown due to the constant stuttering of Quirrel and the reeking smell of garlic that filled the room. He got along alright with the other Slytherin first years. Pansy still glared at him anytime he spoke to Draco and Blaise constantly teased him about his appearance. The Slytherin girls stayed in their own little circle and would even sometimes turn to him and either roll their eyes or giggle and turn away. Harry opted to spending a majority of his time with Draco, when he wasn't writing letters to his parents, and getting homework help from Theo. Everyone else in the school constantly snuck looks at Harry and he continuously heard people whispering about him. Most of the teachers halted when they called his name for roll and Professor Flitwick even tumbled off of the stack of books he was standing on when he got to his name.

Friday morning, Harry received a letter from Hagrid inviting him down for tea at his hut. Harry agreed to go and signed that he would be bringing Draco along as well. Draco didn't seem at all happy about going to visit the gamekeeper, but was convinced to go when Harry said that he'd have to walk to Hagrid's hut alone if he didn't come along.

By the time it was Friday afternoon, more and more people switched from whispering about him to glaring at him when he walked by. Draco and Theo made sure to stand on either side of Harry and Draco even got Greg and Vince, whom Draco refused to call by their first names, to trail behind them. Harry felt as if he didn't fit in at Hogwarts. His mood didn't get any better by the time Friday's Potions lesson came. He wasn't at all thrilled about having to take Potions with the Gryffindors either.

Harry tried to tell Draco again about his suspicions of Snape hating him, but Draco just waved it off as him being paranoid. Everyone kept saying that Snape favored his Slytherins and Harry really hoped that was the case as they sat down in his classroom.

Snape started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new- celebrity."

A few Gryffindors in the back snickered and Greg went to snicker too, but was kicked from under the table by a glaring Theo. Harry felt his face get warm. He sincerely hoped that Snape wouldn't call him out again for the rest of the lesson.

Snape walked to the front of the room and began giving them a speech.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. 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.... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Snape's speech was met with silence. Harry had to give him props and wondered how long it took him to prepare the speech. It really did make Potions sound fascinating and Harry couldn't wait to start learning.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly.

Harry was sitting on the edge of his seat and just about fell off when Snape addressed him.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry remembered seeing some question like that in the back of his Potions text and guessed with doubt in his voice.

"Some kind of sleeping potion, sir? I- I don't know the name.."

Snape's face showed a hint of surprise for a split second before it went back to his signature scowl.

"The name you're looking for, Potter, is the Draught of Living Death. But correct. Now tell me where you would look if I told you to find me a bezoar."

Harry thought for a second before answering, "In the stomach of a goat, sir."

Snape nodded and completely ignored the bushy haired girl's raised arm in the back of the room.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Aren't they the same thing, sir?"

Snape studied Harry's face for a few seconds then jerked his head upwards.

"Precisely. They also go by the name aconite."

Harry nodded and started to write down the questions Snape asked and the correct answers to them.

Snape watched Harry scribble the answers on his parchment before addressing the class.

"Well? Why aren't you all copying this down like Mr. Potter is? Five points to Slytherin for bothering to open the textbook before coming here."

Theo patted Harry's shoulder and Draco nodded at him, making faces at the Gryffindors. Harry smiled at them and then set to doing the assignment Snape gave them on making a boil curing potion. Harry was happy to be paired with Draco and felt pretty confident throughout the time they spent making the potion. Besides Snape's echoing insults shot at the students, everything was going smoothly until the same boy that lost his toad the previous night, Neville, exploded his potion, covering himself in nasty red boils along his arms and legs.

Snape didn't even hesitate on taking points from Gryffindor and insulting Neville before having a kid named Seamus help him to the infirmary.

"That's no fair!" Yelled out someone from the back. "You have no right to be taking away points for an accident! It's our first lesson for crying out loud!"

Everyone whipped around to face the speaker. Harry saw that it was the same red headed kid from before. The kid's partner next to him seemed to have been trying to shush him and was now an embarrassed shade of red.

"Not fair, Mr. Weasley? I'll tell you what isn't fair; The fact that I am cursed with an ungodly amount of imbeciles tainting my classroom and neglecting my teaching skills," Snape replied with a nasty tone, "Thirty points from Gryffindor for lack of respect and talking back to a Professor."

The boy was visibly fuming and probably would've gotten up and continued fighting with the Professor if it wasn't for his partner holding him down and continuously shushing him. After that, all of the students stayed silent for the remainder of the lesson.

An hour later, Snape had them bottle up their potions and bring them for him to examine. Draco and Harry brought their bottle up to Snape and he turned it in his hand a few times before handing it back saying it was "almost perfectly made". Harry beamed in triumph and quickly collected his things.

Harry was glad to book it out of there, and immediately regretted bolting out into the corridor as he ran straight into the same, angry, red headed Gryffindor. He tried to apologize and walk away, but instead, the red head slammed him back into a wall and growled, "Watch where you're going, Potter." Then he ran out of the dungeons with the rest of the Gryffindors by the time the rest of the Slytherins came out of the classroom. Draco saw Harry clutching his arm and took it into his hands to examine.

"Did you fall or something, Harry?" he asked, "That's one nasty bruise that's forming."

Harry yanked his arm back and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

"Some red headed Gryffindor shoved me into a wall, the git," he explained, glaring at where the boy took off from. "I didn't even do anything to him!"

Millicent came up from behind Draco and balled her hands into fists. Blaise shrugged along with Pansy and Draco glared at them.

"That damned Weasley spawn! Father told me before leaving for school to stay clear of the Weasleys and now I understand why," Draco growled.

The one Slytherin girl, Lily Moon, offered to go ask Snape for some bruise paste quickly so Harry didn't have to go all the way up to the infirmary. She then sped off with Daphne back towards Snape's classroom. Harry awkwardly stood there until they came back and applied the paste to his arm. Lily capped the paste and smiled up at Harry.

"Professor Snape said that if it happens again to come directly to him. He seemed extremely angry when we told him why we needed the paste. Just try to steer clear of them, hmm? And please don't walk alone anymore. The Gryffindors are mostly rude to us Slytherins. Maybe Weasley is just jealous of you because he hasn't made any friends yet," she told him.

Harry thanked her and walked out of the dungeons with the rest of the Slytherins trailing behind him.

At five to three, Harry dragged Draco down to Hagrid's hut across the grounds. When Hagrid answered the door, he was struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound. He stepped aside and let them enter his ginormous hut. When the door closed, Hagrid let go off the dog, who went bounding towards Harry and Draco. Draco squeaked and hid behind Harry as Harry crouched down and let the dog sniff and lick his hands.

"Looks like ol' Fang there likes ya, Harry," Hagrid laughed and gestured towards some empty chairs, "Please, sit down. I jus' put down a kettle actually. I expec' you two want a cuppa?"

Harry and Draco nodded and watched Hagrid fill two large tea cups half full with tea. He offered them some rock cakes, which they ended up feeding to Fang after they almost broke their teeth trying to eat it.

Hagrid looked at Draco and narrowed his eyes.

"Never thought I'd see myself a Malfoy in my hut!" Hagrid said.

Draco shrunk down a little and shrugged.

"Must people forget that Father and I are two separate people? I'm not my father so if you insist on judging me as if I were, then I'd kindly ask you to escort both Harry and I out," he replied with annoyance in his voice.

Hagrid looked taken aback and shook his head.

"Sorry 'bout that, lad. Yer dad and ya do look alike though... Now how's school goin'?"

Draco groaned and put his head on the table while Harry actually told Hagrid how school was. He explained about how everyone is constantly glaring at him and about what Weasley did earlier.

"They're all jus' starin' at ya cos yer in Slytherin is all. They're all jus' surprised to see a Potter with the snakes. I have to say I'm mighty surprised that Ron did that. He was jus' talkin with me the other day 'bout his older brother. He seemed like a nice, charming young lad," Hagrid said.

Harry scoffed and started to read an article in the Daily Prophet that was on the table about a break in at Gringotts bank. As Harry read more, he realized that the break in happened the day they were there. When he told Hagrid that, he didn't meet his eye and just offered him more rock cakes.

When Draco and Harry left the hut to walk to dinner, they both agreed that Hagrid's behavior towards the article was very suspicious. Draco said it was probably nothing, but Harry was determined to find out what actually happened and why it made Hagrid so nervous when he mentioned it.

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's a bit long, but I don't think I was dragging it. Comment and tell me what you think and tell me what you would like to see happen. I'll be sure to read them and listen to your suggestions. Also, tell me if you see any major grammatical issues. I tend to mess up a lot when I type on a mobile device. (Idk why, but I do better typing on pc) I'm sorry if it's annoying that I'm extracting some paragraphs from the actual books or if you think my story is boring because it's too much like canon so far. I know for sure that you'll learn more about the other characters in my story soon and that there'll be side problems shadowing the major conflict in the story. I love angst so you may see some of that in the later chapters, too. Okie dokie well bye. Love ya.

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