Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but am just borrowing him and his lil friends for awhile…

AN: This story will be slash. As of this time, I am unsure as to what ships I will use, so if anyone has any suggestions, I'd be quite happy to receive them.


Hermione and Ron looked around the Great Hall with looks of anxiety and fear on their faces. Harry hadn't been on the train, and neither had heard from him since they parted ways at King's Cross at the end of their sixth year. Ron had sent an owl to Harry inviting him over for a few weeks of the summer, but it had come back looking confused and lost with his letter still tied to it's legs.

"Where do you think he could be, Mione?" Ron questioned quietly trying not to be heard by the rest of the seventh years sitting around them.

"I don't know, Ron, but I don't think anyone else has noticed he isn't here. Look at the head table. Dumbledore doesn't look concerned, and no one has asked us about him yet," Hermione replied just above a whisper.

"Well, you know how he was last year, Hermione. Maybe Dumbledore knows where he is. It's not like he really cares about us. He never did reply to our letters."

All heads turned when the great hall doors slammed open with a crash. There were a few screams of surprise and many gasps of disbelief as a tall shockingly gorgeous, emerald eyed man sauntered into the room of astounded students. Not many recognized the man, but he seemed to be surrounded in a haze of magic so powerful that it caused many to stop breathing momentarily. He wore robes of the deepest green with snakes embroidered in silver along the cuffs and hem. The leather ties to the black silk shirt he wore were left untied exposing a fair amount of tanned muscular chest. Deep red dragon hide trousers clung like a second skin to his hips and thighs accenting his legs nicely. Black dragon hide boots laced up with acromantula silk covered him from calf to toe. To finish off the whole ensemble, there was a small silver stud with a tiny emerald set in the center shining from the right side of his nose, a small golden hoop graced his lower right lip, and his eyebrow was adorned with a silver bar in the shape of a basilisk.

The man strode into the room with a devilish smirk playing about his sensual lips. His eyes scanned over the room with a mischievous glint until they settled on the dark haired potions master sitting in stunned silence at the head table. He simply lifted a delicate eyebrow at the shocked man before striding purposely towards the table.

"Hello, Sir." Harry said with a small smile as he approached.

"Potter?" Severus questioned in awe. He hadn't seen the boy since the end of his sixth year. Now, the man standing before him was a far cry from the skinny, guilt ridden boy he had last seen. The man before him exuded confidence, power, and a strength that was intoxicating. Severus shivered.

"Professor," Harry responded with a slight nod.

"Where have you been? Why were you not on the train Harry?" Dumbledore questioned. He had sat quietly watching the byplay between the two men. He was as astonished as the rest of the room to see Harry Potter standing before them looking like a prince with the confidence of a king.

"It is a long story, Albus. Perhaps we should go to your office, and I shall explain," Harry responded, once again with a small smirk and a teasing glint. He was going to enjoy telling this tale.

"Yes, of course," Albus responded, his own eyes twinkling in response to Harry. He stood slowly; his age was catching up to him, joints popping quietly. He also hadn't missed how Harry had called him by his given name. He had told the boy he was welcome to do so, but Harry never had until now.

Harry followed Dumbledore out of the great hall, past the still stunned students, through the Great Hall doors and to his office. Not once did his eyes fall on the Gryffindor table or search out his friends. He did glance at the Slytherin table and noticed Draco Malfoy watching him with a look that spoke of hunger and anxiety. He winked at the Slytherin as they passed. It took most of his training and self-control to keep from outright laughing at the look of astonishment on Malfoy's face.

The Malfoy heir was stunned. Was that Potter? Since when had Scarhead become so absolutely gorgeous? And in so little of a time? How was it even possible? He gracefully stood from the Slytherin table and made his way out of the Great Hall. He had to know what was going on, and he was sure his father would have answers. He headed to the owlery where he grabbed a piece of parchment and quill that were kept their for short notes or emergencies and scribbled out a quick note to his father.


I hope you and Mother are well. I apologize ahead of time for this being such a short note. I wish to ask you if you have heard anything about Potter receiving any training over the summer. He wasn't on the train, and he just arrived in the Great Hall looking like a prince who just stepped out of a muggle fairytale. Anything you can tell me would be helpful. I must tell you now though, Potter has changed.

Your devoted son,

Draco Lucius Malfoy

When he had completed his missive, Draco called out to one of the school owls. An ordinary barn owl flew down to land on his shoulder. He tied the letter to the owl's leg and informed it to take it to his father at Malfoy Manor. Draco then headed to the Slytherin dorms to see if the others had come back from dinner yet.

Hermione sat in silence, just gaping at the figure who'd just sauntered out of the room. When did Harry learn to saunter? When had Harry's voice become so velvety? When had her best friend turned into a hottie? She sighed. She knew something had to have happened to Harry over the summer when he never replied to her letter. Granted, she had only sent the one the day after his birthday. She had been so caught up with her parents and their trip to Japan that she'd almost forgotten completely. She had forgotten to get him a gift, so just sent a simple happy birthday note. After the past year, it was almost as if Harry had decided to stop being friends with her and Ron, and Hermione was still feeling a bit off about it.

Ron was sure that had been someone other than his best mate. Last year Harry had been nothing but a quiet, scrawny kid. In fact, he had been worried at first, but then he and Hermione had started dating and Harry just kind of fell to the wayside. Ron felt guilty for not contacting Harry over the summer, except for the one letter he had sent inviting him to the Burrow for a few weeks. After receiving no response, in fact the letter had never been opened, he gave up. The other boy had just been so depressing to be around the last year that the redhead decided that he needed to live his own life outside of the Boy-Who-Lived's shadow. For all of that though, Ron had still been worried when his best mate hadn't been on the train, and the fact that he and Hermione hadn't heard from him at all was a bit frightening.

The rest of the students in the Great Hall began talking loudly in excitement.

"Who was that?"

"That was Potter?"

"Wonder what happened to him!"

Severus Snape, Potions Master Extraordinaire, was still sitting stunned as the students around him continued to exclaim in surprise at Potter's entrance. He felt a memory tickling at his brain, but couldn't quite catch it. The harder he thought about it, the further away it seemed to travel. With a sigh, the dark haired man stood from his seat and headed towards the Headmaster's office. He really needed to know what had happened to Harry Potter to cause such changes in the boy.

While everyone in the Great Hall expressed their own theories on Harry's story, the man himself was seated in a squishy armchair in front of Albus Dumbledore's desk. He had his right leg draped over the arm of said chair with his left stretched out in front of him. He was slightly slouched down comfortably as he waited for the old man in front of him to speak.

"Well, Harry. It seems that you've undergone some changes over the summer." Dumbledore stated blandly with a twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, Sir, it does appear so." Harry replied with a slight smirk lifting his lips.

"Would you care to explain, my boy?"

"Of course, Albus, but first I think I shall wait until Severus arrives."

"Severus? Why would you think that Severus would be coming? And you really should show him the respect he deserves, my boy, and call him Professor Snape." Dumbledore said with a small smile.

"Of course, Sir. I do have the utmost respect for my- him," Harry stated, just catching himself from saying something he didn't really want the headmaster to know just yet.

Suddenly, a tiny tinkling sounded throughout the room and a mirror over the door to the headmaster's office showed Severus Snape riding the stairs up to their current location. Harry smirked as Dumbledore twitched slightly in surprise.

"Come in Severus, my boy" Albus called as Snape reached his office door, "Take a seat Severus. I believe that Harry has a story he would like to tell."

Severus scowled at the headmaster for calling him boy. He wasn't a teenager anymore. But, he did sit in the straight backed chair across from Potter and the headmaster. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose in distaste at the way Potter was draped across his own chair like he was a king on a throne.

"Well, Potter, please do attempt to enthrall us with your magnificent tale," Severus drawled.

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