From now on, I am Harald Peverell. So mote it be!

Chapter 1

"Note: PS - these are dogs. In the Russian translation, dogs the first two letters stand out."

House in Spider's End, July 1, 1997.

Severus Snape was sitting in a chair and reading another volume on potion making, hoping to come up with a potion that would completely cope with injuries and pain after the Cruciatus. The existing potion acted more like a strong painkiller. Suddenly, a loud ringing sound was heard from the fireplace, indicating that someone was going to move to him.
Without looking up from the book, Severus took his wand from the coffee table and, without looking, unlocked the fireplace. A couple of seconds later, Lucius Malfoy gracefully emerged from it, shaking off his already perfectly clean robe.
- Good afternoon, Severus, - the blond greeted Snape importantly.
Severus, still not looking up from the book, patiently waved his hand at the next chair, - hello Lucius, sit down and don't distract me, he muttered.  Lucius chuckled, sat down on the offered chair and, after being silent for a few minutes, could not stand it any longer.
- Severus, stop reading! Let's go somewhere, - he suggested.
- And where? - Snape asked boredly, without looking up from his book.
- And I won't tell! Get up and let's go, - Malfoy said in a commanding tone.

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Soon, two men came out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron and, having cleaned their clothes, headed to Diagon Alley.
When they had almost reached the arch, right in the middle of the street, several dozen people in white masks and black robes appeared. Instantly, panic reigned on the street. Crowds of wizards began to run in different directions, not even trying to defend themselves.
Noticing what was happening, Severus quickly grabbed Malfoy in his arms and dived into the shadow of the shop, but so that he could see the battlefield well.
The PS were clearly not very experienced, apparently only newbies were attacking and looking at them, Snape only smirked slightly, with a bit of contempt. Neither he nor Malfoy had particularly supported the Lord since he had clearly gone crazy and at the moment, they were definitely not going to rush headlong into battle.
Suddenly, a rather young guy in a silver half-mask with complex patterns and runes jumped down from the roof. He was dressed in a black shirt and a leather vest with many small pockets. On his feet were high boots and leather pants. On his belt with a heavy metal buckle were attached a sheath for small twin daggers. The guy's long, waist-length, black hair, turning red closer to the ends, was gathered in a high ponytail with two loose strands near his face. In the guy's ear were two earrings, one - in the form of a gold chain with small pieces of silver, the second - a small silver conga earring, with runes embossed on it, was located slightly above the first. Such power emanated from him that it seemed that magic could be touched with hands. He said something to the PSs, after which they bowed to him and hastily transmigrated.  After standing in place for a couple of seconds, the guy, as if knowing that someone was hiding in the shadows, turned to the magicians and cast a sly glance at the shop with his impossibly bright green eyes, after which he grinned and absolutely silently apparated.

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- And who was that? - Malfoy asked Snape, amazed, as they emerged from the shadows and headed back towards Diagon Alley.
- I don't know, Lucius, I don't know, - Severus responded thoughtfully, noticing without much surprise the respectful notes in the blond's voice. He himself could not, without a shudder, remember WHAT kind of power this guy had.

"He is clearly not weaker than the Lord, maybe even stronger, and the guy is clearly on his side,"  —Severus thought.

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Snape sat at the professor's table and carefully looked at the newly sorted first-years.
Suddenly his gaze caught on Potter, sitting surrounded by his classmates. The boy sat and swept fried potatoes with chicken off his plate. His hair was, as usual, terribly disheveled, and his glasses sat crookedly on his nose.
Severus winced in disgust. And this was the great boy-who-lived?! The hero of Britain, looked, at best, like a ragamuffin who hadn't eaten for a week!
Suddenly, feeling a heavy gaze on himself, Potter turned around and looked straight into the professor's eyes. The boy's gaze expressed boredom, irony, and obvious anger. Also, madness splashed in the bright greenery, as if Potter could break loose at any moment and kill someone, or attack and start torturing.  From this look, Snape even slightly shuddered, but a second later, Harry, as if realizing his mistake, took the look, but Snape already suspected something. Well, such a look cannot belong to the Golden Boy!

From now on, Severus decided to keep a closer eye on Potter, hoping to find out what this Gryffindor was hiding (or not hiding).

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P.S.

Forgive me if there are any mistakes.