Morning in the Slytherin Dorms arrived with a soft chiming sound — not bells, but floating silver runes that shimmered around each bedframe until the occupant woke up.
Harry blinked awake to the faint hum of Beelzebub's magic stirring at his arm.
Theo sat up immediately, hair a mess, and Draco woke with the dramatic sigh of someone who firmly believed mornings were a personal attack.
Then—
They heard it.
A quiet flutter, like dozens of tiny wings.
Harry opened the bathroom door and froze.
Inside was something straight out of the Slytherin Clan... minus one major difference.
The Bathroom
Towels drifted through the air like lazy clouds, brushes floated over sinks, and streams of warm water obeyed silent commands.
It felt like being inside a well-behaved storm.
But instead of house-elves bustling about, the room was filled with—
Fairies.
Palm-sized humanlike creatures with glimmering willow-thin wings, each one sparkling like morning dew.
One fairy, wearing what looked like a leaf apron, zipped up to Harry's face.
"Good morning, Master Serpent!" it chimed.
Harry blinked.
"…I'm sorry, what—?"
Draco stepped past him, yawning.
"Oh yes, the bath-fairies. Clan gift. They serve all four Houses now. Very traditional."
Theo stared.
"You could have WARNED us!"
Draco shrugged.
"I forgot. They don't bother me. I'm used to them doing my hair."
As if on cue, two fairies swooped in and began fixing Draco's morning bed-mess like a pit crew.
Theo's jaw dropped.
Harry, meanwhile, was being tugged by tiny hands toward a basin.
"I— can do it myself—" he tried to protest.
The fairies ignored him, chittering bossily.
"Your hair is a disaster, young Lord Hydra! Sit!"
Harry reluctantly obeyed because he was ninety percent sure they would use force magic if he didn't.
Across Hogwarts…
Every House had fairies.
But each House's fairies behaved differently:
Gryffindor: Loud, energetic fairies who cheered when students woke up and occasionally threw soap like confetti.
Hufflepuff: Sweet, gentle fairies who sang soft morning songs and handed out honey-scented towels.
Ravenclaw: Efficient, quiet fairies who organized books and whispered exam facts into the ears of sleeping students.
Slytherin: Bossy, perfectionist fairies with a superiority complex and enough magic to enforce it.
Back to Harry
Theo whispered to Harry, "Is it bad that I'm terrified of them?"
Harry muttered, "I've fought Dursleys, monsters, and a cursed sword.
These… these scare me the most."
Draco looked offended on their behalf.
"Slytherin fairies are elite," he said proudly.
A fairy tugged Draco's ear sharply.
"Head up! You do not slouch in this House!"
Theo snorted.
Harry grinned.
Maybe mornings in Slytherin wouldn't be terrible after all.
At least they were memorable.
After that, for the first time, Harry went to wear his Robes
Harry held the robe between his fingers, feeling the faint hum of magic through the fabric.
There were runes stitched into the inner lining — layered, old, complex. Not decorative. Functional.
He blinked.
"Theo… what are these?"
Theo was already halfway into his own robes, hair still damp from the aggressive fairies.
"Magical protections," he said casually. "So we don't get blown up in class."
Harry stared at him.
Theo kept going like this was perfectly normal.
"Standard Hogwarts issue. All student robes have:
fireproofing,
waterproofing,
sunproof wards,
curseproof layering,
coldproof and heatproof barriers,
temperature-regulation runes,
minor kinetic dampening,
and basic water-production runes.
Oh — and they're bulletproof."
Harry froze.
"…Bulletproof?"
Draco chimed in from across the room, flicking his robe dramatically in the mirror.
"Yes. Apparently there was an incident in the 1700s involving a Muggle inventor, a duel, and someone's extremely stupid attempt to test whether 'moving metal pebbles' counted as magic."
Theo added, "Hogwarts updated the uniform after that."
Harry slowly looked down at the robe in his hands.
"So… these robes are more protected than the Slytherin Clan armor?"
"Yes," Theo said.
"No," Draco argued at the same time.
Then:
"…Mostly," they both admitted.
Harry sighed, putting on the robe.
"Right. Of course. Totally normal school clothing. Because children exploding is apparently a regular concern."
Theo buttoned his robe, nodding.
"You'll be shocked how often it happens."
Draco smirked.
"First week alone, someone always sets something on fire."
As if responding, a fairy zipped past carrying a fire extinguisher rune.
Harry just shook his head as he finished dressing.
"This school is insane," he muttered.
Beelzebub's voice whispered in his mind, amused:
"You haven't even reached Potions class yet."
Draco snapped the last clasp of his robe, looking far too smug for someone explaining mortal danger before breakfast.
"Just so you know," he said, adjusting his collar, "these are the basic ones. Mass-produced for school. Cheap, low-tier protections. The actual robes used by the Magical Military are much stronger."
Harry froze mid-sleeve.
"…Magic what?"
Draco smirked like he enjoyed dropping lore bombs.
Theo sighed, tying his tie with the weariness of someone who grew up around too much ancient knowledge.
"Just wait for History of Magic," Theo said. "It's… an experience."
Draco made a face.
"Assuming you can stay awake."
Harry frowned.
"How bad can a history class be?"
Both boys stared at him with dead, hollow eyes.
Theo answered first.
"Harry. Our professor is literally a ghost."
Draco added, "He died teaching and continued anyway."
Harry blinked.
"Why?"
"Because the Ministry hasn't figured out if firing a ghost counts as murder," Draco said dryly.
Harry slowly pulled the rest of his robe on.
"…This school is definitely insane."
From inside his mind, Beelzebub added helpfully:
"Boy, you haven't even met the poltergeist yet."
Theo opened the dorm door.
"Come on. If we're late for breakfast, the fairies get cranky."
Harry followed, already regretting every choice that led him here.
Theo and Harry met up with Blaise just outside the corridor. Blaise was brushing crumbs off his sleeve with the elegance of someone who'd already had an adventure before breakfast.
"Crabbe snores like a dying troll," Blaise muttered. "And Goyle talks in his sleep about cake. I don't know what that says about him, and I'm not sure I want to."
Theo patted his shoulder. "You'll survive."
"No," Blaise said deadpan, "I won't."
They walked into the Great Hall just as Draco drifted over to join his little group of future minions, Crabbe and Goyle shuffling behind him like loyal but confused puppies.
Harry, Theo, and Blaise took their seats at the Slytherin Table.
Harry blinked.
Because now that he had time to actually look, it was… bizarre.
Each house sat perfectly divided.
Like invisible lines were drawn across the hall.
Gryffindors at the red table.
Hufflepuffs at the yellow table.
Ravenclaws at the blue table.
Slytherins at the green.
No mixing. No chatting between houses.
Just four neat clusters like different species in a zoo exhibit.
Harry frowned.
"…We're seriously not allowed to sit with other houses?"
Theo shrugged. "It's not a rule. It's just… tradition."
Blaise gestured lazily. "And people are cowards. They stick with what they know."
Harry looked around again.
Students chatted, laughed, ate—
But no one stepped across the boundaries.
He didn't get much time to think about it, because—
ding-ding-ding
A chorus of tiny chimes rang as dozens of Fairies swooped down from the chandeliers, carrying plates, trays, and floating goblets.
They set everything perfectly in front of each student, then zipped away like glittering waiters.
Harry watched them go.
"…They did this last night too."
Theo nodded. "Yep."
Blaise picked up a cup of tea placed gently by a fairy.
"They like serving Hogwarts students. It's part of the old pact."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Between who?"
Theo bit into his toast. "You'll see in History."
Harry groaned.
"I'm starting to think everything in this school is 'wait for History class.'"
Blaise smirked.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. If you think this is strange, just wait until lunch."
Harry narrowed his eyes.
"…Why? What happens at lunch?"
Theo and Blaise shared the same haunted expression.
"—You'll see."
Harry stared.
Beelzebub sighed in his mind.
"Child, even I fear what happens at lunch."
Harry was halfway through devouring his sixteenth breakfast plate—eggs, sausages, three slices of toast, and something that looked suspiciously like a whole roasted quail—when he looked at Blaise.
"So," Harry said through a mouthful, "how were you with Crabbe and Goyle?"
Blaise didn't answer immediately.
He simply picked up a small cupcake from his plate—pink frosting, perfectly piped, sprinkled with shimmering sugar—and handed it over like it was a peace offering.
"Crabbe bakes," Blaise said flatly. "Try it."
Harry took it.
One bite.
His eyes widened. His entire body froze.
Every nerve in his soul vibrated like he'd just tasted dessert made by a goddess of pastries.
"…this is…" Harry whispered.
Theo leaned in. "Good?"
Harry looked like he'd just been shown the light of creation.
"This is the best cupcake I've had in eleven years of breathing."
Theo grabbed one too.
He took a bite. Blinked. Looked down at it. Then up at Blaise.
"Crabbe bakes this?"
Blaise nodded.
"Crabbe bakes professionally," he corrected. "Goyle plays chess, Crabbe bakes, and together they form one functioning brain cell. And I live with them."
Harry took another cupcake.
Then another.
Then another.
Theo watched him with concern.
"…Harry, those are for everyone."
"No," Harry said, clutching the tray.
"They're mine now."
Across the table, Crabbe sneezed frosting onto himself without noticing.
Goyle whispered to Draco, "Did he like them?"
Draco stared at Harry inhaling cupcakes like a starving dragon.
"…I think he's possessed," Draco muttered.
Beelzebub hummed approvingly in Harry's mind.
"Acceptable offering. Keep the baker."
Harry coughed.
Theo placed a hand on his shoulder as he whispered:
"You can't adopt Crabbe."
Harry:
"…Yet."
Theo physically hooked an arm around Harry's waist, dragging him backward like someone trying to restrain a rampaging hippogriff.
"Harry—HARRY—stop trying to kidnap the entire tray! Let the rest of us eat!"
Harry clawed at the cupcake platter like a feral raccoon.
"THEY'RE PERFECT! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND—"
"Yes we do!" Daphne shouted, finally getting her hands on one as Theo pried Harry away. "We literally understand now!"
Because the moment Daphne bit into hers, her eyes widened the exact same way Harry's had.
Then Tracey took one.
Then another boy.
And another.
Within seconds, half the Slytherin table was frozen in shock with cupcake crumbs on their lips, all silently experiencing the revelation of Vincent Crabbe's secret baking divinity.
Across the table…
Daphne didn't hesitate.
She palmed one cupcake, whispered a quick spell, and plink—
A tiny sparkle appeared, and a fairy zipped by, grabbed the suddenly-appearing cupcake, and delivered it straight to the Ravenclaw table.
Specifically, right into Hermione Granger's hands.
Hermione blinked at the fairy, then at the cupcake.
"…Did food delivery charms exist in the 14th century?" she muttered, already reaching for her notebook.
Parvati looked at her deadpan. "Hermione, it's a cupcake."
Hermione took a bite.
She froze.
Her pupils dilated.
Her soul briefly left her body.
Parvati and Padma slowly leaned back in fear.
Hermione whispered, trembling:
"…This is… perfection."
Padma: "Is she okay?"
Parvati: "No. No one is okay."
Back at Slytherin Table
Daphne smirked from across the hall, watching Hermione's reaction with the satisfaction of someone who had just detonated an academic nuke.
Harry finally calmed down, staring at Daphne like she just committed war crimes.
"You weaponized the cupcake."
Daphne:
"Obviously."
Theo pinched the bridge of his nose.
"This school is going to explode by Christmas."
Beelzebub snorted in Harry's head.
"Save the baker. Corrupt the genius. Consume the cupcake kingdom."
"…Please stop giving me ideas."
To be continue
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