Chaper Two is here! This got enough love that I will be continuing it. It will most likely update twice a month, as the Hidden Serpent is my main priority. Also Harry refers to Morticia and Gomez as Mom and Dad, while Lily and James are Mum and Father.

The boy across from Harry hesitantly opened up their compartment door, looking puzzled when he saw no one. He gave Harry an apologetic smile and sat down again. There was another knock, louder this time. Harry grinned widely as the boy titled his head in confusion.

Knock knock knockknock. Harry slowly lifted his hands, the boy watching with baited breath. He placed his thumbs to his middle fingers.

Snap snap, the other student had flinched, not expecting Harry to snap.

"Uh, sorry, but d-do you hear-"

Knock Knock Knockknock. Snap snap. Harry returned once again, standing up to pull his trunk down onto the seat next to him.

Knock knock knockknock knock knock knockknock knock knock knockknock. There were two distinct snaps as Harry unlatched the locks on his trunk one by one. He lifted the lid quickly, a hand springing out and landing in his lap. The boy screamed, dropping his toad. The fat little toad made a break for it, leaping out of the compartment. Its owner was as white as a sheet, pointing with a shaking finger at the disembodied hand.

"What in Merlin's name is that?!" he demanded. Harry looked at the hand, who raised its thumb and pinky as if shrugging. Harry mirrored the shrug.

"This is Thing. He lives with me." Harry explained. Now that the shock had worn off, the other boy was looking at the hand strangely, but intrigued. Brown eyes then moved to fully study Harry. Behind wire rim glasses were acid green eyes. The boy had dark hair that spiked up every which way as if it could not be tamed. The boy was naturally pale, a sly grin on his lips. Overall, it made the other boy very mysterious indeed. "I'm Harry Addams."

"Neville Longbottom." Neville returned, fearing he was being rude by staring at the hand. Really it was not that farfetched that a hand could run around without a body. He had just never seen one before. Wasn't expecting to either, considering the Hogwarts letter mentioned, a cat, toad or owl. "Oh no! Trevor!" he gasped, looking at the open compartment door. Thing leapt from Harry's lap, scurrying out the door as well. Harry gripped Neville by his arm, pulling him up from his seat and out the door.

"Come on, we gotta beat Thing." He said, so carefree. Neville felt his worry ease a bit. It wasn't a matter of if they would find Trevor, but who would find him first. Harry was already knocking on the first compartment, sticking his head in and inquiring about the toad. He pulled back out, giving Neville a shake of his head. Neville rushed to the next compartment, asking for his toad. Back and forth they went, passing each other with ease. It was almost fun in Neville's opinion. They had reached the end of their section, both sticking their heads in to the last compartment.

"Hello." Neville greeted the bushy haired girl who sat curled up with a book, as she had been the only one of the group to look up. The other girls wee still twittering away, though they did break into giggles after seeing the handsome boy in glasses.

"Looking for a toad. Slimy, fat and green?" Harry inquired, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Unbidden a ghost of a smile appeared on the girl's face. She snapped her book shut, sticking it into her bag and stood.

"Not in here. I will help you look." She said, stepping out and closing the door behind her. Harry looked between the two and tapped his chin as if in thought.

"Well, at this rate…" he murmured, causing the other two to lean in. He gave them both a flick to the forehead, and dashed past them. "Free for all!" he called out, disappearing into the next section. The girl scowled, rubbing her forehead. Neville gave her a shrug.

"Sorry, I've only just met him." He tried to explain. He was not expecting her to laugh, eyes sparkling with mirth as she took off to the opposite section. He stared after her in shock. Gran had not prepared him for any people like this! "Hold on, where am I supposed to look!" he yelled out to no one.

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"I see you, you moron." Harry said as he walked into an open compartment, seeing Thing wiggling his way under the seat.

"Excuse me?" a snotty voice replied, offended. Harry looked at the people in the seats, unnerving them with the deadly green stare.

"Wasn't talking to you." The blond boy turned his nose up at him and Harry grinned. "Want to see something cool?" he asked. Silver eyes flicked over to him, trying to act indifferent but the boy was still eleven and cool things had to be seen. Harry dropped to the floor in a flash, hand snatching up something from under the seats. He rolled so he was on his back and proudly presented Thing. The two lumpy looking boys fainted, their heads thunking together.

"A Manus Liberata?" he asked in amazement. "How on Earth did someone like you, get one?" Harry sat up, placing Thing on his head, where it nestled comfortably. Like you rang in Harry's head. The boy didn't know anything about him other than appearance. Harry decided not to answer his question.

"This is Thing. Thing T. Thing." There was a moment of silence. "The T stands for Thing." Green eyes rolled up to look at the severed hand. "Did you find Trevor?" Thing spread his fingers out in an obvious no.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Draco introduced, extending an alabaster hand. Harry considered for a moment, not liking how Draco had interjected. He took it, using it to get back to his feet, while bringing the aristocrat to the floor.

"Harry Addams. Remember the name, and stay out of my way." His voice was cold, and Draco's eyes went wide, not sure what had set the boy off. The door slammed shut. Thing tapped Harrys head in question. "There is only room for one to take power, and its going to be me." Harry explained. "You don't have eyes, but I do, and when I look at Malfoy, I see an entitled brat who thinks he's better because of his family name." Harry moved into another compartment, taking a seat without introduction, a scowl on his face. He was also upset that Draco had not been affected by Thing. He had been excited to realize the hand had stowed away, but now it was almost pointless.

"Hullo." Harry looked up, seeing three redheads sitting all together. The middle one had spoken, looking about his age. "I'm Ron."

"Harry." He offered.

"Wicked hand." One of the older ones said.

"Mum won't let us get one." His twin replied.

"Says they're Dark." They chorused. A smile broke out on Harry's face. That was some of the best news he had heard. He heard a croak in the hall and shot to his feet, abandoning the conversation and Thing, who scurried after him agitatedly.

"Bit strange." Ron commented, watching the mop of black hair vanish down the walkway. "He said his name was Harry?" The twins moved across from their brother.

"Couldn't be." Fred said.

"Certainly, mysterious enough." George countered.

"S'posed to be a hero though." Fred muttered back.

"Was a bit dark." George agreed.

"What are you on about?" Ron asked in exasperation. The twins pinned him with deep stares.

"Harry Potter."

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Harry dropped Trevor into Neville's hands, the boy granting him a smile of thanks. The bushy haired girl saw them and waved, meeting back up with them.

"Found him, did you?" she asked, patting Trevor on the head. "I'm Hermione Granger." She said, grasping the strap of her bag. "And you are?"

"Neville Longbottom."

"Harry Addams." She gave a nod. Her shriek echoed through the section as Thing tapped her foot. Several doors opened and chaos ensued as Thing ran in circles, panicking. Doors slammed shut and Harry flicked his wrist, forcing them all open. "Sic em." Thing ran into the nearest compartment, several upperclassmen stumbling out and towards the end of the section. With a snap from Harry the doors to the next section locked. Thing continued to each compartment until a group of twenty students was cowering at the end of the section, Thing standing in front of Harry. A few upperclassmen pulled the younger years behind them, brandishing their wands.

"Anything from the trolley?" a woman said, oblivious to the situation as she entered from behind Harry. Harry spun on his heel, smiling at the woman.

"We'll take the lot!"

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Oliver Wood didn't know how he had ended up in the same compartment as Marcus Flint, and even though he hated the other boy he gave him a nod of understanding when he locked the door. Wood stared at the candy in his hand. Addams had bought enough for everyone, saying he had fun playing. There were a few younger students who shrugged and bit into their chocolate frogs. Assuming it was safe, he bit into his pie.

"That boy was mad." Flint said with a sneer. Oliver crinkled his nose at the yellowed teeth.

"He is young. He didn't hurt anyone, technically." The Gryffindor offered. Honestly, they have suffered worse from the Weasley twins' pranks. A severed hand though?

"Better hope he isn't in Slytherin. Professor Snape would freak." Marcus mumbled, biting in to the licorice wand. "I didn't recognize him though, so he can't be a pureblood. How'd he get the hand?"

"Why's he got to be Pureblood to have a hand like that?" Wood countered. It was not accusatory, just curious.

"Can you imagine a Muggle being okay with a hand just doing whatever?" Marcus said back as if it were obvious. Oliver frowned, his thick brows knitting together in thought. A chime rung out throughout the train, alerting the students that they would be arriving soon. The conversation was dropped as they all started to change into school robes.

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Thing sat dutifully on Harry's shoulder as they disembarked the train. It was night out and Harry took a deep breath of crisp air, sighing in happiness. A sudden pang of homesickness hit him. He wondered what his family was doing without him. He would write a letter as soon as he could. He was suddenly sandwiched between two teens. Harry jumped, planting his feet behind each of them, throwing his arms out and pushing them back. The two hit the ground with a thud.

"Shoulda seen that one coming." One of the twins groaned. Harry gave them a wary eye, but did not offer them help standing.

"Fred and George," the other introduced, as the two rocked to their feet expertly. Harry's stance was still defensive.

"We heard what you did on the train." George said excitedly, extending a finger to Thing. Thing tapped it with his own finger in a parody of a high five.

"So, we gonna be allies or enemies in the coming prank year?" Fred asked with a waggle of his brows. Harry let his posture fall to something more relaxed.

"Enemies of course." Harry said with a scoff. "It's the only way to get better." Fred and George wrapped an arm around each other, looking proud of the first year.

"May the best man win!" they crowed, taking off as to not miss a carriage.

"Firs' years! Firs' years o'er here!" called a booming voice. Harry turned, eyes widening as he saw the half giant near the lake's edge. Flashes of a rumbling motorbike overwhelmed his mind. He rushed over, stopping right in front of the man. "Hullo there. Firs' year are yeh?" he said kindly. The man was strange! Harry almost felt overwhelmed with relief.

"I think I know you." Harry said aloud. Hagrid lifted a brow but crouched down so that his lantern could better illuminate the boy.

"I'd say! That yeh Harry?" Harry smiled, a brilliant, yet somehow still creepy display of happiness. "I 'avent seen yeh since yeh was just a babe." The man sniffled, pulling Harry into a crushing hug. Harry's heart began to pound. This man knew him as a baby? Was that from before his mom found him? Did this strange man know his mum and father?

"Of course, Addams would be cozy with the half breed, the freak." Malfoy drawled, eliciting a few chuckles from other Purebloods. Harry felt the large man stiffen, and he pulled away as if embarrassed. Harry straightened and turned to look at the offending blond.

"What was that?" he demanded. Malfoy sneered.

"Oh, are you deaf as well as blind?" Harry stalked towards the boy, grabbing him by the tie and pulling his face close. Harry's green eyes seemed to gleam in the dark night, causing a shiver to run through Malfoy.

"I will cut the tongue from your mouth, Malfoy. Do not cross me." He hissed, giving the boy a shove, landing him on his behind. Malfoy's posse ran to his aid, asking him what Harry had said. Malfoy avoided Harry's eyes as he shrugged off his friends hands, barking at them to find them a boat.

"Thank yeh for standing up fer me." The half giant said. "But I'd be careful 'round Malfoy. His family is powerful, and dark." He scooped the boy up and helped him into the remaining boat. His booming voice commanded the boats forward, their path illuminated only by the moon. Green eyes glowed mysteriously in the darkness.

"So is mine."

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Harry laughed when a few ghosts unintentionally scared a few first years. They were all waiting in the Grand Entrance, waiting to be allowed into the Great Hall. Harry waved, calling the ghosts over to him. A few floated closer, happy to talk with the dark-haired boy. Harry kept his eye on the one that lingered just out of view of all the students. That ghost had a scowl on his face, and a bloodstain on his shirt.

"Attention!" a sharp voice called out. The ghosts said their goodbyes and left. Harry turned to look at the woman who stood at the top of the short set of steps. It was the same one who had come to tell him about Hogwarts. Once all the students had quieted, her face grew softer, like a grandmother. Well, not like his grandmother. "In a few short moments you will enter into these halls and begin your magical journey. You will be sorted into one of four houses. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin will become your home within these walls. Any infractions of the rules will cause your house to lose points, but good deeds will help you earn them. Now, file into two lines please and we will make our way to the Sorting."

"I heard we have to fight a troll." Ron muttered from beside him. Harry quirked an eyebrow at this. The creaking of the large wooden doors drew his attention. The four tables of students were quiet, looking at the first years with interest. Harry looked up, seeing the night sky reflected on the ceiling. It was beautiful.

"It's enchanted to show the real sky outside." Hermione whispered from behind him. Suddenly more whispers broke out amongst the resident students. Harry cocked an ear to it.

"Is that him by the Weasley?" one voice asked.

"That one boy is a nut." Another said.

"Heard Dumbledore has him training somewhere special." He caught. Harry kept his eyes forward. Once they were all lined up in front of the Head Table a stool and hand were brought out. Harry took his chance to look at his teachers. Many were unassuming, brightly colored and happy looking. At the end closest to him, however, where two teachers that piqued his interest. One was a short creature of some kind, with a mustache and glasses. He was smiling brightly at the plump witch he was speaking to. The other was scowling, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else. His hair was jet black and hung near his shoulders, framing a thin and pale face. His dark eyes were glaring at the stool, where the hat had taken to singing of all things. He seemed to notice Harry looking at him, and he turned sharply. Harry gave him a small wave, which seemed to confuse the man.

"Abbott, Hannah!" A blond girl removed herself from line and went up the front. She sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on her head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Harry wondered where he would go. He moved to get out of line, but his name was not called. He stumbled, stopping himself from moving forward. He was near the back, so no one had seen, save from the dark eyed Professor.

"Am I not allowed?" he muttered. "Get the list." He said. A hand dive bombed from his shoulder to the floor, causing the professor to raise an eyebrow. It raced up the Headmistress' leg and stole the paper from her so quick she had not a moment to process. Thing ran frantically back to Harry, the students laughing, thinking Thing belonged to the castle. Harry bent down to scoop up the list and traced down it with his finger. Harry Addams was not on there, however Harry Potter was.

"Mr. Potter!" The witch scolded, holding out her hand for the list. It caught fire in Harry's grip.

"Apologies, but your list is wrong. Also, it's Addams." The dark professor shot to his feet, causing the dinner ware around him to rattle.

"Oh, is our little celebrity not satisfied that he was not sorted first?" he snarled. Green eyes looked at him with confusion and annoyance. It was an odd combination that he was not expecting.

"I want to go home!" Harry suddenly shouted, causing every window in the Great Hall to crack. "I want my mom!" Frustrated tears appeared in his eyes. He felt himself being lifted and he struggled.

"Ey, it's alrigh' I got yeh." Harry surrendered, letting Hagrid cradle him. He and Hagrid had talked a lot on the boat ride. The half-giant was ecstatic that Harry had not stayed with the Dursley's and said his last name didn't matter, because to Hagrid he was just Harry. "He was next and yeh knew that." Hagrid said gruffly to the Headmistress. She had the sense to look ashamed. "And yeh!" Hagrid said pointing a finger at the dark Professor. "Prof'ser Snape. Yeh don' even know the boy." Harry was sniffling into Hagrid shoulder.

"Oh, and you do?" Snape sneered.

"No, I don' but I plan to." Severus did not have a response, sitting back down in his chair. The Headmaster stood, hushing the flurry of gossip. In all honesty, he was satisfied at how powerful the boy's accidental magic had been. And he now knew the boy's main weakness. Mrs. Morticia Addams.

"The blame lies with me, I must say." He said warmly. "I had penned the list prior to letters being sent out. If you would, Hagrid, we have a child to sort." Hagrid let Harry onto the floor, holding onto Thing for him. Harry scrubbed at his eyes in frustration. Hermione and Neville offered smiles as he passed. Harry sat on the stool, back ramrod straight. The hat fell over his eyes.

"Hello Mr. Addams." The hat greeted. "Your loyalty knows no bounds, nor does your bravery and willingness to stand up for what you believe to be right. But ambition far outweighs both." Harry remained silent. "SLYTHERIN!"

There was an audible gasp throughout the Hall. The hat was lifted off of him, and the Headmistress was giving him a wary look. Hagrid returned Thing to him with a smile, pointing out which table was Slytherin. Harry took a moment to survey the other students. The twins were whooping at Harry sticking it to the Professors. Harry grinned, jaunting down the steps with a skip in his step. He gave a quick spin at the end, his black robes and tie shifting to the Slytherin uniform. He gave Professor Snape a wink before seating himself at the Slytherin table. Professor Snape refused to look at him the rest of the evening. The rest of the sorting continued, the students filing into alphabetical order in the absence of the list. Each announced their name on their own, and Minerva found she rather liked it that way.

"Granger, Hermione!" the bushy haired girl announced clearly. The hat was placed on her head and the seconds stretched on. Harry crossed his fingers under the table.

"SLYTHERIN!" Hermione blushed slightly when Harry cheered for her and she rushed to take the seat next to him. She studied Thing curiously now that she knew he existed. Harry watched the sorting with interest, and finally Neville was next. He looked ready to faint, knees pinched together and hands trembling. Harry waved to get his attention. Brown eyes widened and he gave a nervous smile. Harry shot him a look of encouragement, Hermione giving a thumbs up as well. Neville straightened.

"Longbottom, N-Neville!" The hat covered his head and he almost seemed to be pleading with it.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Go sit with Neville." Harry mumbled to Thing. The hand jumped from the table, reach Neville as the hat was removed from his head. He noticed Thing on the ground and looked to Harry in question. Harry gave a nod. Neville smiled, picking Thing up and going to sit at the Gryffindor table.

"Malfoy, Draco." Harry crinkled his nose in distaste. The hat had barely touched his head before it announced his house to be Slytherin. This was the first time that Professor Snape joined in the light clapping for a sorting. Malfoy flashed Harry a superior grin, sitting a good distance away from him with Crabbe and Goyle. The sorting concluded with Blaise Zambini being sorted into Slytherin as well. Dumbledore stood once more.

"I have some start of term notices I'd like to announce. The first years, please note that the Forbidden Forest, is strictly Forbidden to all students. Also, the third-floor corridor, on the right-hand side is out of bounds, to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death." The ominous words hung in the air, but Harry was intrigued. Two places that they were not allowed? He would be going to the Forest first he decided. He wanted to know what made it so forbidden. As for the corridor, he would need to learn how to not get lost in the massive castle first.

"I didn't realize you were Harry Potter." Hermione said, once the food had appeared. She filled her plate as she spoke. "I've read about you in a few books. DO you really have a lightning scar?" Harry pushed up his messy hair and displayed the cut to her.

"It's not lightning, it's the wand movement for the Killing Curse." He said proudly. She leaned close.

"Fascinating." Harry let his wild hair cover his forehead once again. Filling up his own plate he continued to observe everything around. He had chosen the seat closest to the Head table for just this purpose. Professor Snape still wasn't looking at him, but rather talking to another Professor in a purple turban. His hand flew up to his forehead and he hissed in pain. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, ugh, just my head. Who's the guy talking to Professor Snape?" he asked.

"That's Professor Quirrell." A fifth year offered offhandedly. "He's new. Defense Professors don't last long here."

"They say its cursed." His roommate added conspiratorially. Both had managed to divulge the information without any outwards change in expressions. Harry shrugged, served the man right for teaching defense against dark arts.

"Harry, which spell did you use to change your clothes colors like that?" Hermione asked, feeling a bit left out as she still wore only black robes and her black tie. Harry gave a shrug.

"Dunno, just felt like sticking it to Professor Snape for what he said."

"Professor Snape is our Head of House." The same fifth year said with a devious smirk.

"Shit."

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Thing was now resting back on Harry's shoulder; Neville having given him back at the end of dinner. Hermione was talking excitedly about how the windows in their dorms had to be spelled water tight because they were technically under the Black Lake. Zambini stood with them, interested in the factoids the girl new. Malfoy called Zambini over and the black boy rolled his eyes, giving the pair a wave before he made his way over. In total there was nine first years. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson seemed to be tight knit group that Zambini put up with for whatever reason. Bulstrode and Nott stood near the edge of the large group, strangers to each other and too award to talk to anyone else. Zambini had tried, but the two weren't very bright either. Then of course, was himself and Hermione. Harry was beginning to get the distinct feeling that they may not exactly belong. Severus Snape strode into the common room with his robes snapping out behind him.

"Wicked." Harry whispered. The Prefects herded the first years to the front of the group. Professor Snape looked down his hooked nose at all of them, sizing their potential. His gaze rested on Harry Addams a moment longer than the others. He would admit that he had not recognized the boy. He had expected him to look just like James, but something about the dark clothing and messy hair threw him off. Sure James had wild hair, but it was controlled to look that way. Addams looked as if his hair would come alive at any moment, and made the boy chilling to look at overall. How was the boy so pale as well?

"Welcome to Slytherin. I expect you to bring pride to our House. So, you had better think several times before you break a rule." His tone was short and clipped, causing Hermione to shiver. "You will be present in the Great Hall for all meals, unless you sign the study hall roster the night before." He motioned to the enchanted parchment that was pinned to the wall between the halls to the dorms. "Absolutely no food or beverage is allowed in the dorms, save for water. You may partake of such things in the Common Area, but you will take care to clean it yourself." Dark eyes roamed around the group, and he refrained from rolling his eyes at Granger, whom was taking notes. "House Elves will only be here once a week, on Sundays, in order to change out your linens and collect your laundry. Should I find a single sock out of your assigned laundry bin, you will be washing your clothes by hand." He noticed Draco frowning. "Any loss of points totaling more than 50 in a single day will earn you a detention. Additionally, any punishment warranting more than a single detention from another Professor will gain you one with me as well." He sent a glare out to his students. "First years, I will be conducting your entrance interviews tonight, in alphabetical order. Any questions?" Hermione's hand shot up.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"When will we be receiving our Slytherin uniforms?" she asked, casting a not so subtle glance at Harry, who stood with his hands in his pockets.

"There will be a set of five robes, seven vests and seven ties in your assigned dresser. You need only insert your current robes and tie and the dresser will size match the rest. If your robes do not currently fit you, I will adjust them during your interview." Hermione's hand went up again. Severus merely stared at her.

"Right, uhm, is there a designated time to visit the owlery to send letters?" she asked, her hand moving to her side in a jerky manner.

"I would advise doing so after prior to breakfast, or following dinner. The Hogwarts owls leave promptly at 9 am and 9 pm for deliveries. If you have your own owl then it is of no concern to me." He let his gaze linger on her for a moment more, but she asked no further questions. "I expect your respect at all times. The rest of Hogwarts will be against you, but I will not be. Any interhouse problems remain within the House. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." The Slytherins said.

"Very well, everyone save for the first years and my Prefects are dismissed. Lights out at 10." Severus gave a nod to his Prefects, claiming the closest study room for the interviews. The female Prefect had them sit in alphabetical order, and motioned for Harry to enter the room.

"May I enter?" Harry asked, peeking his head in. Snape scowled and motioned him in with a quick crook of his finger. Harry took the seat across the table from Severus.

"I will be using a Quick Quotes Quill; do you consent to this?" Harry nodded, looking at the quill curiously as it stood on end by itself. Severus took this time to mull over his thoughts. Before him sat Harry Potter, and the boy was not even claiming the name, and the fame that was attached. The son of the most Gryffindorish idiot he had ever met was sitting in his House. His eyes were green, but not quite like Lily's. No, they were the same shade as the Unforgivables. Was this a sign that Lily did not forgive him for his mistakes? "How much experience do you have with magic?"

"Well, Mom and Grandmama are witches, but not like the ones here. I've never seen them use wands." Harry said easily. "Oh, and I guess Thing is magic, since people here seem to know about him."

"Thing?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow. There was a shuffling as a hand slowly emerged from Harry's pocket, resting on the desk wearily. "I do not believe your Hogwarts letter listed Manus Liberate as a qualified pet."

"He isn't a pet, he's a part of my family." Harry argued, frowning at the man's tone. "And the Headmistress wouldn't let me bring Kitty! But I guess Slytherin wouldn't like Gryffindor's mascot living here."

"Are you suggesting that you own a pet lion?" Severus asked, seeing his father beginning to shine through. Such an outrageous claim couldn't be true. "I do not condone lying in this House." He hissed out. Harry's eyes narrowed. He had been called many things, but a liar was something he hated.

"I'm not lying. Ask the Headmaster. He was there." He spat out, crossing his arms moodily.

"Describe your family." Severus said, moving on. In truth he was interested. He knew the boy was to go with Petunia, but it seemed as if this had never come to fruition.

"I have a brother and sister, we're pretty close to the same age. Pugsley is a brilliant inventor, and Wednesday is well Wednesday. Tricky, like a Trickster. They don't have magic, so they won't be coming here. Dad and his brother are Muggles too. Dad is super rich, and he always buys toys and the most awesome companies! Uncle Fester knows a lot about explosions. Grandmama is a witch, I learned a lot about Potions from her. Lurch, our butler, he's made up of a bunch of body parts, but his heart belonged to an Addams, so he's loyal to us. And mom…" Harry's expression fell a bit. He was very close to his adopted mother and he missed her most of all. "She's a witch, she's taught me some spells and hexes."

"I should have known the Headmaster would leave you to be spoiled into a rotten brat." Severus sneered. He could see it more now, even with the odd looks Harry was James Potter through and through.

"I'm not spoiled, I'm loved!" Harry shouted, the chair falling to the floor as he stood. "And the Headmaster never once checked on me! NOT ONCE!" a howling wind filled the room. "He left me on a doorstep to people who hated magic! My mom found me and she took me and she k-kept me…" Tears were flowing down his face. "My Mum and Father would be happy!"

"I can see why! You will be just like James Potter!" The was ripped from its hinges, the wind escaping and ruffling al the students still in the common room.

"You know what, Snape?" Harry said in a low voice. "Challenge accepted." He stalked from the room, an irate Professor following.

"There is no challenge, you may have fooled the Sorting Hat but you will do no such thing to me." Severus called out from the doorframe. Harry paused in the middle of the Common room.

"I'm going to take this world by storm. What house I am in has no factor in that." Harry responded. "Are you ready for the sequel? What will you do if I'm just like my Father? Are you ready for the latest? I will be the next ruler of the Wizarding World. I was hoping I would get guidance by coming here."

"What on Earth are you spewing? Ruler of the Wizarding World? To many you may be the Savior, but you are nothing more than an eleven-year-old brat with little magical talent. The Light may use you as a figurehead, but that is all you will ever be." Harry began to laugh, gripping at his sides as it echoed off the dungeon walls.

"You think I will be on the side of the Light?" he asked, wheezing for breath. "The Addams are a Dark family." Harry yelped as he was dragged to another room by his ear.

"What is the meaning of your display?" Severus growled, inches away from Harry's.

"The meaning is that you should listen to Hagrid. You have no idea who I am." Harry extracted himself from the Professor's grip by slipping out of his robe. The boy wore a crisp button-down shirt with thin vertical stripes made of skulls. His pants and shoes were spotless. "In the garden of evil?" He leapt onto the desk in a fluid movement. "I'm gonna be the Greatest!"

Severus was floored. He was to contend with another Tom Riddle? Worse, he was to mentor one? A voice in the back of his mind told him not to alienate the boy, lest he go too far down the Dark path, but another roared of his arrogance. And what of Lily? Had the boy inherited anything of hers? He would have to admit that he had. The ability to get under his skin. Severus lifted his sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark. Harry sat on the table, leaning close to the arm.

"This was given to me by the Dark Lord. It is proof of his power and proof of his imminent return. If you intend to surpass him, do not yell you goals from the rooftops." He finished gruffly, shoving the sleeve back down. "You will be receiving a detention for your idiocy and lack of respect."

"Yessir." Harry mumbled. He had been acting a bit brash, like his Dad. His mom had told him repeatedly that this would get him in trouble if he wasn't careful.

"Dismissed." Harry sulked out to the common room. Severus made to sit down to prepare for the next interview, but he heard the boy clear his throat to call attention to himself. "That little-"

"My views on the Headmaster were bias and unwarranted. It is wrong and disrespectful to incite a Professors anger by purposely saying things out of context. In the future I will tell nothing but the truth to my Professors." He said as if he had been coached. Green eyes flicked to him and Severus gave him a small nod. A twinkle appeared in Harry's eyes, but he cast his head down to hide it. "Our Head of House will not be lenient the next time and will do more than assign me a detention. Goodnight." Harry rushed to his dorm, quickly finding the door that said Addams. Severus would give him mental points for the performance.

Perhaps he had a way out from under the Headmaster's thumb.

A/N: Well Snape has a temper it seems. I wanted them to like each other right off the bat but I just couldn't get it to stick. I think this may be a bit more realistic, what do y'all think?