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Of Shield and Sheath	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP franchise so I make nothing from my writing.

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Title: Of Shield and sheath

Pairing: future DracoxHarry

Summary: A foolhardy Dumbledore attempts to change fate, he gains more and less then he bargained for. Creature fic. Future Mpreg.

Author's Note: For Jannafrancine who has guessed a small portion of this story's plot. Sequel to Cadmus and the Phoenix.

Chapter 8- First Impressions

The first thing Harry thought when he woke up was that he was comfortable and warm. He sat up rubbing his eyes and fumbled on the side table for his spectacles. He put them on and stumbled out of his little corner of the dormitory. Harry yawned grabbing clean pants and his uniform. He made his way still yawning to the nearest bathroom and showered.

Harry dried quickly and dressed before he made his way back to his dorm muttering a drying charm absently.

He found Dean, Seamus and Neville sleepily trying to get ready for the day.

Harry sat back on his bed and skimmed though his Charms textbook.

“Ya that keen on studying?” Seamus yawned.

Harry blushed, “It is interesting. I like magic.”

“I suppose it is interesting. I am very glad I have it.” Neville whispered.

By the time the other three were ready to head down to breakfast the door was knocked on.

Harry set down his book as Seamus opened it.

Standing there like some sort of three-headed person were Fred, George and Lee.

Harry bounced up, “Hey there Mischief, Mayhem and Loki.”

“Morning Hermes.” George smiled.

“Ickly Ronnikin’s up yet?” Fred frowned.

Harry shook his head, “I haven’t seen him yet so he must not be.”

Fred stepped into the room and threw open Ron’s curtain, “Ron! Get up it’s time for breakfast.”

The boy rolled out of bed and hit the floor. “What? Huh?”

“Breakfast. Don’t be late.” Fred snapped.

George piped up, “McGonagall will take points if you aren’t there for your schedule.”

“Whatever.” The sleepy first year stumbled to grab clean clothes and shower things.

Fred, George and Lee led their young Gryffindor friend as well as the three more polite First Year boys down to the Great Hall where they all received their schedules over breakfast.

Harry followed the other Gryffindors to Potions where to his surprise and joy Draco was there with the other Slytherins.

Harry and Neville sat at the front of the Classroom with Draco at the next table with a dark skinned boy who had an odd accent.

“Harry, this is my best friend Blaise Zabini.”

Blaise inclined his head, “Nice to meet you Harry Potter.”

“This is my friend Neville Longbottom.”

Draco nodded, “I believe we are distantly related through the Blacks.”

Neville nodded, “My great-grandmother was a daughter of that House.”

Draco smirked, “As was my mother.”

A side door opened and the class went still.

In walked a man…

Harry was dismayed; this was his mother’s true love? He seemed so unhappy…

“My name is Professor Severus Snape; I am a Potions Master, First Class.”

The man was dressed all in black with flowing robes.

Professor Snape barked their names as he called roll, pausing to sneer, “Harry Potter, our new celebrity.”

Harry winced, his courage almost failing. He couldn’t betray his mother, if he didn’t speak for her who would?

“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking,” Snape began, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet Harry could hear him clearly

Snape had a gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

“Since you will have little need for a wand in this class, many of you will doubt that this is magic. As mere children, I don’t expect you will ever come to understand the beauty of a gently simmering cauldron with its shimmering scents. The delicate power of liquids that can creep through human veins, bewitch the mind and ensnare senses. For those who wish to learn, I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death. Unless of course you are as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”

Harry managed to scribble all of this down while listening enraptured.

“Potter, by adding powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood what do you create?”

Harry smiled; he remembered this from his mother. “They are two ingredients in the Draught of Living Death aren’t they?”

The professor blinked at him. “Yes of course. If I told you to find me a bezoar when would you look?”

“Why the stomach of a goat sir.” Harry was thrilled to be able to answer questions.

“What is a bezoar used for Mr. Potter?”

“It can combat most poisons; I remember that from the textbook.”

“The difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?”

Harry grinned at him, his eyes shining in delight at knowing answers, “There is none, they are different names for the same plant.”

“Perhaps,” the professor said dryly, “you may have more in common with your mother then I gave you credit for.”

Harry beamed at the praise, backhanded though it was.

“Well? Why is Potter the only one writing anything down? You think I picked on him for answers for my own amusement? Five points to Gryffindor for actually reading your textbook.”

They received a bit more of a lecture.

When the bell rang, the students began to pack up after Snape snapped, “Dismissed.”

Harry put his things away before stepping toward professor his hands twisting beneath his robes. “Sir?”

“You will be late Mr. Potter if you don’t leave now.”

Harry looked into his eyes, trying to find anything that his mother might have loved and saw loneliness. He swallowed, “I have a message for you…from my mother.”

The man stiffened and snarled, “Who put you up to this? What do you know of anything?”

Harry sighed, “She said to tell you lilies grow smelling sweet. When left behind without a preserving charm, they perish, smelling fouler then corpses. She asked me to tell you that she always loved you and that she will wait for you.”

“She’s dead. How could you have spoken to her?”

“She said a mother’s love never dies. We speak in my dreams. I don’t mean to upset you. If I don’t speak for her, who will?” Harry asked quietly.

“Come to my office later and we shall speak. Now go. You will be late to Herbology.”

“Goodbye Professor.” Harry said taking his bag and he was surprised to find that Draco and Neville had waited for him.

They made their way to the Greenhouses outside but Harry was lost in thought. He’d only wanted to help his mother but had he hurt the professor without meaning to?

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N: Snape's dialogue is mostly JKR's and I believe it's from PS. I don't remember the chapter. Snape is so epic I had to quote his first lesson interrogation in part.

delia cerrano - Ron is a prat because well Harry was warned off by the twins who dislike him. Dumbles is trying to rewrite destinies the arrogant git. Who would trust the Boy Who Lived if he were a snake is probably his mindset he always wants to prevent Harry from being near Malfoy who he believes is evil. If Drarry is meant to be I think those two will find a way...
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