Old Fox meet New Fox

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James stared at his father,” ARE you telling me that the old fucking coot lied to us?” House nodded with his lips in a thin line,” He didn’t just lie, but I have a feeling he’s up to something as we speak. He doesn’t seem the type to just hand it over than let us, you to be more specifically, go.” James frowned,” Why the hell am I so important anyways?” House frowned even more deeply,” I have no clue, but as I figure it; it can’t possibly be in your best interests that he is interested in.”

Nodding James stood from the seat in the quarters where House was staying,” Well, I’ll keep that in mind. As it is I’ve been ‘invited’ to attend classes by Dumbledork.” He waved the Gryffindor marked robe,” Not being very subtle about where he wants my house allegiances to lay, is he?” He tossed it into the roaring fire place, watching it go up in smoke,” I think I’ll attend classes with the Slytherins, they seem like an interesting group.” House nodded,” Alright, but keep an eye out. I’ve heard they tend to be the more calculation and back-stabbing bunch.” James nodded right back with a smirk,” Don’t I always? I am the great James Alexander House Jr. after all!” with that and a cheery wave James ducked out the portrait door.

House only shook his head as he leaned back and stared into the dancing flames with a wry smile, the brat had an ego just like him. Smugly shifting to sink deeper into the comfy chair House laughed; rightly so, they were geniuses after all.

James strode the halls searching for the first class on his list: potions. With the help of a rather interesting ghost he slid into a room in the dungeons behind a thick iron bound wood door,” So glad you could make it Mr. House. Now have a seat. I am trying to teach a class after all.” James silently took a seat at the back next to a pug-faced blonde slytherin girl who wrinkled her nose at him before turning to look at the board with a huff.

“Today students you will be brewing a basic brew used for curing most poisons. “ He stopped by the red-headed Weasley’s desk,” And I shall poison some of you randomly to test your brews.” A pointed look at the teen who had been reading a book under the table,” So I suggest, you get it right.” He spun and strode with a billow if his cloak, James gave him credit for the intimidation factor, back to his desk,” You have an hour. Begin.” The sound of rushing students to fulfill their tasks filled the air. James merely perused the ingredient’s list before raising a skeptical eyebrow at some fo them.

He slid out of his seat and sauntered up to Snape’s desk,” Now don’t get me wrong.” An agitated look up at him,” But I know some of those ingredients are poisonous themselves.” Snape snorted,” Of course they are, to cure poison you must have a little of the poison in them.” He stabbed a pen at some of the other ingredients he didn’t know,” Lily extract will counteract the Nightshade, the Unicorn hair will counteract the Hemlock bark, Kistune fur counteracts the Sakura flowers. And so on.” A glare that didn’t even phase him,” Any more…frivolous questions?” James smiled brightly,” Nope!” Just as a puff of pink smoke filled the air.

Snape practically leapt out of his seat,” Longbottom you fool! You still can’t brew a basic potion! The Sakura goes in before the Kitsune fur but AFTER you stir three times after adding the aconitum!” James laughed and decided to leave for now; since he wasn’t a student and he really didn’t see much interest in this class just yet, he figured it’d be better to look around some of the other classes in session.

By the end of the day he’d been: Bored out of his mind by a Ghost teaching History, entertained by watching some kids avoid getting eaten by some sort of carnivorous plant, Intrigued by runes and transfiguration, flown a broom stick with some skill, suffocated in a room by a fake seeress, and enjoyed a class about magical animals. He carried several books on him in a bag kindly transfigured by Professor McGonagol from a sheet of paper, from all of the teachers he’d visited. He intended to keep several of them but planned on trashing the one from the prophet lady. She kept friggin’ predicting his death for God’s sake!

He strode into the Great Hall and a hush fell. He stopped as people stared at him before the y began to whisper to each other. He glanced up at the teacher’s table and noted House’s glare at Dumbles, Snape’s alternate glaring at him and Dumbledork, and the bright twinkling smile on Dumblefuck’s face. Shit.

He settled at the Hufflepuff table with a,” Sooo, what’s shaking guys?” Some random girl leaned closer to him,” Is it true?!” She seemed rather breathless,” Is what ture?” HE leaned back and bumped into Cedric who taken the seat next to him,” Is it true that you’re THE Harry Potter?!” He blinked; the old man had spilled about his old name. Well two could play at this game…

James gave the girl a confused look,” Who? No, I’m James Alexander House Junior. Son of Gregory House. Harry Potter? Who’s he?” Gasps,” You don’t know who Harry Potter is? He’s the savior of the wizarding world! Or…he will be once he defeats You-Know-Who. again.” James was pissed and intrigued. He played up the whole ignorance spiel,” You-Know-Who? I don’t know who. Was he not a nice guy?She shook her head so quickly James was amazed her head didn’t dly off,” He killed people just for not siding with him! Whole families were destroyed by his Death Eaters! You know, You-Know-who!” James smirked wryly,” No I’m afraid I really don’t know who. Sorry.” HE began to eat calmly as the girl gaped at him before retorting snippily,” Well then obviously you can’t be Harry Potter; Everyone who’s anyone would know about that particular wizard. Especially the guy who’s gonna save us all!” She snorted and went back to her own food.

James glanced around and noticed that people had been listening in. Raising his voice just slightly he got in the last word,” Well of course. Because I’m just so interested in getting myself killed in some fight that had nothing to do with me; I mean, come on, do I look like Hero material to you?” With that he pushed out of his seat and left the hall despite a protesting Cedric.

Dumbldore looked decidedly unhappy as the hall broke into an uproar. Albus had said he was Harry; but this guy didn’t even know who, You-Know-Who was! Was Albus playing another one of his tricks or was this kid so far into denial that he didn’t even know who he really was?

House, sitting up at the teacher’s table couldn’t be more proud. James had played his cards like a champ and knocked one of the old fucker’s pillars out from underneath him. He dug into his desert and locked eyes with the one known as Snape. A curiosity was there instead of the hostility that had been there a moment ago; House inclined his head and subtly gestured to the doors. Snape nodded before finishing with his own meal. The two excused themselves at the same time before walking out.

Once they hit the halls Snape asked quietly,” Is he or is he not Harry Potter?” House only shook his head with a smirk,” Oh no, I’m not discussing that. I merely wanted to have a glass of scotch with you while we discussed shop. I am a medical professional and you make medicinal potions. That’s all I want to talk about.” Snape eyed him, noted the gleam in the others eyes before nodding,” Of course, I apologize. So which potions would you like to discuss?” House leaned closer to him and asked in a neat whisper,” What do you know about potions that conceal certain features like…birthmarks or scars?” With a wicked gleam in both eyes they began to conspire against Dumbledore as well as the school status quo.