Harry sat next to Theo, on the train, as he looked out the window, the train handed started yeat, as he looked at Theo and Blaise.
"Do you think other will Join us?". Ask Harry.
Theo looked at him, as he was Still holding the Egg. "Probably another Boy to Girl of the Slytherin Clan, but other then them, nobody else will be dum enough to enter this place".
Harry was confused as he spoke. "Why?"
Blaise looked at him as he spoke with a smirk. "Will, Lord James let me explain to you why?".
Blaise gave a lazy grin as he leaned back in his seat, resting one arm over the back of the seat while the train platform outside still bustled with families and farewells.
He glanced at the egg Theo was still holding—ominously quiet—and then turned to Harry with mock formality.
"My dear Lord Potter," Blaise began, voice dripping with sarcastic charm, "the Hogwarts Express, for the most part, is just a glorified meat wagon. One where everyone wears robes and pretends they aren't scared out of their minds. And the Clan Compartments?" He chuckled darkly. "That's where the real power sits."
Harry blinked. "But… Hogwarts is a school, isn't it?"
Theo muttered without looking up, "That's the lie they tell the Ministry."
Blaise leaned forward, fingers steepled. "The Clans Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw they don't come to learn spells, Harry. They come to make moves. Power, influence, alliances, blood oaths, and in some cases, subtle assassination attempts. Hogwarts is a battlefield in disguise. The professors know it. The ghosts know it. Hell, the portraits know it too."
Harry's brow furrowed. "Then why are we even going?"
Theo answered this time, voice quieter. "Because we were born into it. You can't run from blood, Potter. Especially not yours."
Harry sat back in his seat, eyes flickering with doubt, but also something else. That familiar fire. Beelzebub inside his scar vibrated faintly, as if humming in amusement.
Then Blaise gestured around at their empty compartment. "So yes, maybe one or two other Slytherins will come. But the others? They'll avoid us like the plague. You're the heir of House Hydra and a wielder of something—even if no one knows what. Theo's a future head, and me?" He smirked. "Well, my mother is terrifying and rich. That counts for something."
As the train whistle blew, signaling the imminent departure, Theo glanced at the window. "Get comfortable, Harry. The ride is long, but the year will feel longer."
Harry raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, lips twitching into a faint smirk. "You made all that up, didn't you?"
Theo and Blaise exchanged a look—the universal look of two boys caught in the middle of a half-baked prank.
Blaise groaned, slumping into the seat. "Damn, you really did read a lot during August. Thought we could at least get you with the Seven-Eyed Basilisk of Compartment Nine or the cursed pumpkin pasties."
Theo huffed. "Honestly, the pumpkin pasty bit was my idea."
Harry leaned back, arms behind his head. "Knew it. You had me almost believing there was a secret dueling chamber under the bathroom sinks."
Blaise snapped his fingers. "Damn, I should have said that! That sounds way better than the moving chandelier of House Lestrange."
Theo grinned. "We'll save it for the first-years next year."
Harry gave them a flat look. "You two planning to become Hogwarts' next generation of pranksters?"
Blaise shrugged with a cocky grin. "Not pranksters. Historians. We're keeping the oral tradition alive... even if we're making up half of it as we go."
Theo added, "We call it Creative Truth."
Harry chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Well, thanks for the warning. If a banshee starts screaming in the dining hall tonight, I'll know to check if it's one of you in a wig."
Theo leaned forward, lowering his voice like a dramatic narrator. "But what if it isn't?"
The compartment door slid open just then, was Millicent. She looked at the three boys with a mild look of annoyance and elegance rolled into one.
"Zabini, stop telling people the chandelier story," she said flatly. "My cousin still flinches every time she walks under one."
Blaise blinked. "Millicent, darling, you wound me."
As she sat down across from them, the train gave a soft jolt—it had started moving.
Theo glanced at the window, then looked around at the people in their compartment—Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, and himself. A strange group to anyone else, but for some reason… it already felt like a proper start.
"Well," Theo said, smirking. "Welcome to the Slytherin Clan compartment."
Harry glanced at him. "Feels more like the House of Misfits."
Millicent tilted her head. "And yet, somehow… it works."
The train rattled on into the distance.
Harry looked at Millicent with a grateful smile. "Thanks for joining us, Millicent."
Millicent returned the smile and nodded. "Of course. You're the head of House Hydra now. And my family was the first to swear allegiance to Death House under the Slytherin Clan. We stick together."
Harry blinked, absorbing that bit of history, then tilted his head as something clicked. "Wait… you all keep talking about this Professor Snape. I've heard the name in the alley, in the Clan meetings, and even when we were hanging out back in August—but none of us have even started school yet. How do you know him?"
Theo smirked, leaning forward like a storyteller about to begin a tale. "So, you really haven't heard the story of the Banished Prince of the Slytherin Clan… House Ouroboros?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Banished Prince?"
Blaise grinned. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
Theo held up the Egg he'd been carrying like it was a relic of the tale itself. "Severus Snape. Born of House Ouroboros—one of the ancient Slytherin bloodlines. Not just a professor, not just a potioneer. He was once meant to be heir to the Ouroboros itself."
Millicent nodded. "He was brilliant. Too brilliant. And too angry."
Theo continued, eyes glinting. "He fell in love with someone from another Clan. A Gryffindor. You can guess how that went."
"Let me guess," Harry muttered. "It didn't end well."
"Understatement of the century," Blaise said, lounging in his seat. "He broke the Code of Loyalty, sided with the wrong people during the Clan Wars, and got himself exiled."
Theo tapped the egg thoughtfully. "But he didn't leave empty-handed. Rumor is, he took a secret from the Clan vaults when he was cast out."
"A secret?" Harry asked, intrigued now.
"Yeah," Millicent said quietly. "A part of Slytherin magic no one was supposed to touch. Some say it's how he became the youngest Potion Master in a century. Others say it cursed him."
Harry leaned back, staring at the window but not really seeing it. "So… we're going to be taught by a banished prince of the very Clan we just joined?"
Blaise smirked. "Hogwarts is full of surprises, Lord Hydra."
Theo chuckled. "Just don't call him 'prince' to his face. He might turn you into a toad."
Harry grinned. "Duly noted."
Blaise then spoke. "Or well, that's is as the Rumours Go".
Harry looked at them as he spoke. "So that whole, Falling in love with Someone from the Gryffindor Clan is also a Rumour and even the Clan war and took something from the Slytherin Volt are just Rumors".
Theo gave Harry a sideways glance and smirked. "Well… that part might not be entirely a rumor."
Millicent leaned in, lowering her voice slightly. "The thing with the Gryffindor girl? That's been whispered about for years. No one's ever confirmed it, but the Clan Heads certainly never denied it either."
Blaise added with a dramatic flair, "And as for the vault—let's just say something did go missing the year he left. Something the Slytherin elders won't talk about. At all."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me there's an actual secret war between the Slytherins and Gryffindors over… a breakup?"
Theo laughed. "Welcome to Pureblood politics. Petty, dramatic, and always explosive."
Millicent shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time a war started over love. Or ego."
Harry leaned back in his seat, muttering, "And here I thought the Dursleys were dysfunctional…"
The group chuckled, the tension breaking slightly as the train finally began to move.
Blaise grinned. "Don't worry, Lord James. By the end of this year, you'll have more family drama than a soap opera."
Theo chimed in, "Especially once you meet the Banished Prince himself. Professor Snape doesn't forget… or forgive."
Harry blinked. "Wait—he's the Potions Master?"
Millicent nodded solemnly. "And the only professor who's ever hexed a student before breakfast."
Harry stared out the window, suddenly understanding that this school year was going to be anything but normal.
Harry leaned back in his chair, arms folded. "Alright… so what's the deal with House Ouroboros? I've met members from some of the other thirteen Houses, but not all of them yet."
Theo nodded, then leaned forward slightly. "They're a bit like House Viper—the Malfoys' house, remember?"
"I know that much," Harry replied with a slight smirk.
"You know how House Viper focuses on lawmaking and political enforcement in the magical world," Theo continued. "They specialize in magical legislature, Ministry politics, and high-level diplomatic maneuvering."
Blaise jumped in smoothly. "Right—and House Ouroboros is basically their counterpart, but for the Muggle world. They're integration specialists."
"Integration specialists?" Harry repeated, intrigued.
Blaise nodded. "Yeah. Their focus is on understanding Muggle politics, adapting magical policy to blend with non-magical systems, and mastering Muggle technology and rational analysis. They're like the bridge between the two worlds."
Theo added, "Some even say they're the most progressive of the Slytherin Houses… but also the most secretive. Which is why you don't hear much about them."
Harry looked at them as he spoke, brows slightly furrowed.
"So they're like House Cobra and House Python? Y'know, how those two are co-education Houses for the Slytherin Clan?"
Theo scoffed, shaking his head.
"We wish that was the case. Cobra and Python complement each other. Where one lacks, the other fills the gap—Educational infrastructure, noble training, economic literacy. and Teaching history, politics, etiquette, social law, and magic theory. They cooperate."
Blaise added, arms crossed, tone dry.
"Viper and Ouroboros? Not even close. They're like mirror reflections that hate what they see."
Theo nodded.
"Both see the other as a twisted version of themselves. Viper focuses on wizarding law, politics, and internal power. Ouroboros? They deal with the Muggle world—technology, diplomacy, rationalism, integration."
Blaise smirked.
"And here's the kicker—House Ouroboros has been around longer than House Viper. But ask any Viper heir and they'll say it's the other way around. Petty politics and centuries of rivalry."
Harry leaned back, taking that in.
"So basically... centuries of mutual slander, passive-aggressive diplomacy, and a superiority complex on both sides?"
Theo: "That's one way to put it."
Blaise: "We just call it Tuesday."
Millicent looked at Harry seriously. "And now you understand why, until you chose to reach out to my family, we've been considered a Gray House within the Slytherin Clan."
Harry let out a low chuckle. "Yeah… if this is the political layout, I'd probably be hiding up in the mountains of the Clan myself."
Millicent gave a small smirk. "That's not far from the truth, actually. The Mountain Families—the ones who keep to themselves in the Highlands or ancestral fortresses—most of them are either neutral or waiting to see which way the wind blows."
Theo leaned back in his seat. "Most of them claim tradition or old blood purity, but in reality? They're just tired of the power games. Or afraid to lose."
Blaise added, "They're what you'd call the Watchers. Not loyalists. Not rebels. Just silent sentinels. Some of them still remember when House Ouroboros openly challenged House Viper's dominance in the early 1900s."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Did they win?"
Theo snorted. "Define 'win'. They made their point. Got a few laws pushed through. But the Ministry leaned too heavily on Viper gold and Viper blackmail. Ouroboros pulled back after their Patriarch disappeared under… questionable circumstances."
Millicent looked Harry in the eye. "And that's why my family stepped back. We weren't willing to get caught in a war of pride and poison. Being Gray meant we could survive."
Harry was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "And now you're no longer Gray because… of me?"
Millicent shrugged. "You reached out. You offered more than words. And you didn't care about the politics. That sort of honesty is rare in this Clan."
Theo smirked. "You've already rattled the foundations just by existing, Potter. Some people are watching with curiosity. Others? With fear."
Blaise finished, "The question is: Are you going to stay on the mountain… or walk into the snake pit willingly?"
Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "The magical world is complicated… and this is all before I even got to Hogwarts."
Theo gave a small smirk, arms crossed. "Well, you are part of the Slytherin Clan. And you still haven't met the full roster—or the sprawling mess—that is the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw Clans."
Harry gave a dry chuckle. "I've met Lavender."
Blaise rolled his eyes with theatrical exaggeration. "Congratulations. You've met a member of House Winged Cat—one of the minor branches of the Gryffindor Clan. Not even an heir, let alone someone with real sway."
Theo leaned forward slightly, voice more serious. "Each of the Four Great Clans has at least a dozen Houses under them. Some noble, some political, some military. Meeting Lavender is like shaking hands with a Weasley cousin and thinking you've seen the whole Burrow."
Millicent nodded. "To really understand the clans, you'd have to meet the War Lions, the Flame Hearts, the Silver Hounds… and that's just Gryffindor."
Blaise added, "And even they fight among themselves over who holds the 'true' legacy of Godric Gryffindor."
Harry blinked. "And I thought the Slytherin drama was bad."
Millicent smirked. "Every Clan has their mess. Ours just wears nicer robes while doing it."
Theo shrugged. "You'll see soon enough. Especially once you step foot into any of the clan summits. Or Merlin forbid, the Founder Festival."
Harry looked up. "Wait… what's that?"
Blaise and Theo exchanged a look. Millicent groaned.
Theo gestured vaguely. "A once-a-year gathering where all Four Clans send representatives to show off unity, while secretly trying to outmaneuver one another in duels, debates, alliances, and arranged marriages."
Harry raised a brow. "Sounds like Hogwarts, but with fancier invitations."
Millicent muttered, "And sharper knives behind backs."
Blaise smirked. "Welcome to the game, Potter."
To be continued
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