Harry Potter:blood legacy

Harry's eyes slowly opened, and he found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. The boy glanced around the room he was in, looked to his left, and saw that Blaise was still asleep in his bed, lightly snoring but not loudly enough to bother him. The events of the previous night hit him like a bullet to the head, and he was torn between laughing and deciding to quietly get out of bed. Since he had a roommate, Harry decided to lie down for a few more minutes before settling on the second option to avoid waking Blaise.

Harry felt a small weight on his stomach and noticed Jet curled up on him. The sight brought a smile to his face. Harry knew some people were afraid of snakes, but he couldn't understand why—they were among the most fascinating creatures. While he didn't care what others thought, he knew he'd never part with his familiar.

The snake was his only true friend. Every day, when Harry woke up, Jet was always there beside him. Jet cared for him, so Harry did the same in return. At first, he considered hiding the snake, but he soon realized that was a foolish idea. He would be studying at Hogwarts for seven years, and it was inevitable that someone would find out eventually.

"Are you awake?" Jet asked in a drowsy voice.

"Yes."

Harry got up and placed the snake gently on the bed.

"I'll be back in a minute," he said before heading to the bathroom.

As he went about his usual morning routine, Harry reflected on the events of the previous night. His introduction to Hogwarts, from the train ride to the end of the feast, had been magical despite a few hiccups. Entering the Slytherin common room was another fascinating experience, but things almost went off the rails. A senior student had tried to intimidate him. Harry had encountered bullies before, and this guy was no different.

What he hadn't expected was Jet's reaction to someone treating him poorly. Harry knew they had made a big impression last night, but it was still hard to believe he had hexed a senior. Twice! And threatened him!

Still, Harry was elated. He was finally in a place where he could gain some respect, where he wouldn't be ignored, where he could be himself. Here, he would no longer be "Harry the Freak." He would be "Harry the Slytherin," maybe even "Harry, the best in his class." A whole new world had opened up to him, and Harry vowed to embrace it.

He descended into the common room with Jet comfortably coiled around his shoulders and found it nearly empty. A few older students glanced at him briefly before turning away. Harry shook his head, took a seat in an empty chair, and began reading, waiting for the time to go to breakfast with the other first-years.

"Someone's coming," Jet hissed a few minutes later. Harry looked up from his book and saw the third-year girl he had liked the night before approaching him.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter," Angela greeted, stopping in front of him.

"Good morning. Forgive me, but I don't know your full name. I only know you as Angela, right?"

"Yes," she confirmed with a slight smile. "I'm Angela Zabini."

"Oh, you're Blaise's sister?"

"Yes. If you don't mind me asking, what are you reading?"

"I'm just trying to learn more about magical culture," Harry admitted. "I grew up in the Muggle world, so all of this is new to me."

"You grew up in the Muggle world?" Angela blinked, momentarily switching to a more casual tone.

"Not by choice," Harry said, frowning for a moment. "But yes. That's why I'm trying to learn as much as I can. Ever since I found out about magic, I've spent most of my time studying spells, and I only started learning about how the magical world works a few days ago."

"Hmm, maybe I can help you with that," Angela offered.

"Help?"

"Yes, I grew up in the wizarding world," she nodded. "I can teach you everything you need to know."

"Hmm," Harry hummed thoughtfully. It sounded like a good offer—too good.

"Forgive my bluntness, but what's in it for you?" he asked, trying to keep his tone polite. Instead of looking offended, nervous, or embarrassed, Angela gave him an approving look.

"Good question. Most people forget that almost nothing in life comes for free."

"I've been reminded of that fact often enough. So, I'll ask again—what's in it for you?"

Jet slightly raised his head, shifting his body but not in a threatening posture—though he could adopt one in an instant. Angela stepped back slightly when she noticed the snake showing interest in her.

"Don't worry about him," Harry said gently. "He's just protecting me, especially after last night. But he won't do anything unless you pose a threat."

"Alright," Angela nodded, taking a moment to stare at the snake before returning her gaze to Harry. "As for your question, I only want two things: first, I hope you'll remain friends with Blaise. And second, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"I'm not sure yet. I haven't decided, but when I do, I'll know who to turn to."

"Hmm," Harry paused for a moment. "Alright, but I have some conditions you'll need to agree to."

"Conditions?" Angela asked with slight surprise.

"Yes. First, you'll teach me everything I need to know about the wizarding world to the best of your ability."

"Of course. What else?" Angela asked, noticing the snake hissing something in Harry's ear, to which he nodded in response.

"Your favor must be reasonable and not excessive. I'm not going to do something ridiculous like give you a large sum of money in exchange for these lessons."

"That's fair," Angela agreed with a nod. "Anything else?"

"Yes, one favor for all the lessons—not one favor per lesson."

"Agreed," Angela said after a long pause. "Is that all?"

"Yes," Harry smiled, thinking about what had just transpired. He couldn't help but feel that she was interested in something more than a simple favor.

"In that case, shall we start right now?" Angela suggested. "Let's go; we can begin on the way to the Great Hall. I was just heading to breakfast."

"What about the other first-years?" Harry asked as he stood up.

"It's the prefect's responsibility to guide them. Shall we?"

"Lead the way," Harry nodded, tucking his book under his left arm.

"Are you taking your snake with you?" Angela asked as they headed out.

"It's better than hiding him for the next seven years," Harry shrugged, earning an approving hiss from his familiar.

"Alright," Angela grinned, imagining the chaos that would ensue when everyone saw the Slytherin Boy Who Lived carrying a snake.

In Harry's opinion, the walk to the Great Hall was rather long, though the castle was fascinating, and he absorbed every detail, from the moving portraits to the suits of armor, while chatting with his companion. However, the length of the walk wasn't the only thing that made him feel it was taking too long—it was the stares. Everyone, from portraits and ghosts to the students they passed, seemed to gawk at him. Partly because he was the Boy Who Lived, partly because of his scar, and partly because of the snake.

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