A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Fourth Year

Harry was back at Hogwarts for his fourth year and he was ecstatic. His father had agreed to end his punishment once back at school, and so he was allowed to be near people again. His Veela was slipping out more often allowing people to tell that he had been through an inheritance. His father believes it had something to do with the extra power he got on his birthday, and Harry thought that seemed logical. He watched as new students were sorted into houses, and cheered when the first years were placed in any house. Everyone else at the feast found this odd, other then the students and teachers that knew him. He looked up as one of the 3rd year Gryffindors came up to him. "Hello, my name is Collin Creevey. Your Godbrother Neville sent me to tell you that he hopes you had a good birthday. He couldn't come himself because he needed to tend to the plants in Greenhouse 3." Harry nodded, and thanked Collin for delivering the message. "Thank you, Mr. Creevey. Have a safe year." Collin nodded and ran off, meanwhile Harry went back to his meal. Food was not always appetizing, which was simply wonderful since he knew that meant he needed blood. Thankfully his father had fed him earlier that day, before they got on the train, and so he was fine. He ate his food alongside everyone else. After which, he helped lead the first years to the dorms, ignoring the headmasters angry glare. He scooped one of them up as they seemed to be having trouble walking. "Are you alright, Hatchling?" The first year looked at him shocked for a moment, before replying, "I am fine, please put me down." Harry did so, not wanting to cause more issues. He also cast a subtle diagnosis spell on the boy. His Veela growled when he saw the results. "Draco, Blaise, I need to take him to my father. Get them to safety, I'll be back in our rooms later." They both nodded, not used to seeing Harry so... protective.