The Half Lord {Book 2}

Now What?

((The amazing cover of this book was created by: dracoatemyapple  ))

((Also, yes, that is me wearing a donkey mask in a halloween store. It has nothing to do with the story but I wanted to add a picture of some kind there.))

You had no one.

It was a stormy night in the Slytherin common room. You'd gone to your empty room early to start writing your essay for potions when the wind had picked up. The weather didn't bother you much, just the emptiness.

After you had woken up, life went back to normal. Somewhat.

At first you had three roommates, but one by one they requested to be moved out. You didn't know if it was you, the location, or the odd vibes the room gave people. For some reason it never bothered you. That feeling of being watched, it was almost comforting to think that you might not be alone after all.

Or it could be because they were 11 year old wimps and you were an 111 year old half demon.

One of the only parts of the dream that was real was the fact that you were the Half Lord. A somewhat infamous half demon that defied the odds of demon nature. Although you had an extended life, you couldn't regenerate. Sadly.

You missed your friends from your coma dream. Severus especially. He had no idea.

You tapped your quill against the jar of ink as you thought of what to write. Funny thing was, you'd already done all of these assignments in your dream, so you already knew everything. All of the work given to you was so simple. So....mundane.

You wrote your essay for another half an hour before you'd finished. Using your wand, you turned out all the lights and fell asleep quickly.

The next day was as boring as every other. Flying lessons- even though you were the best and had been offered a position as keeper on the quidditch team. You'd declined. Transfiguration, Herbology, etc. Probably your favourite class came last on Mondays: Potions.

Yes, it was dark, stuffy and gloomy. But you loved it nevertheless. It's where you excelled the most, both Professor Snape and Dumbledore took notice.

But today, potions was different. The moment Snape finished giving instructions he pulled you aside, which for him was unusual.

"Miss (l/n). It has come to my attention that you've been my most talented student. I wish for you to stay after class for advanced potions tutoring."

It didn't even faze you. "What days do I come in?"

"Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I'm not doing this for anyone else, so I expect that you won't be telling anyone."

"It's not like I have anyone to tell. Thank you, Professor."

You calmly returned to your seat and made today's potion with ease, impressing Severus as always.

Once the bell rang, you stayed back until all the other students had left. Professor Snape waited at his desk sneering at the other students until it was just you and him.

"So what are we doing today?" You asked. Even though you were completely comfortable with Severus in your dream, you felt incredibly nervous standing in front of him now.

"I want to know how you do so well. Do you have notes in your potions book? Are you getting help from an older student? Of course you couldn't get help, all my other students are imbeciles..." He continued to bicker to himself for several minutes until you cleared your throat.

"I just study my book, that's all. There's nothing to it, really. I rather enjoy potions, more than any of my other classes."

The professor stood and stared at you, obviously thinking. "Who are you?"