Slytherin, for the most part, had changed their attitude on Harry James Potter after coming to actually see the boy for who he was all during that fiasco last year. Draco had been right when he'd told his year mates Potter had given up and was no longer caring what they or anyone else thought of him and his actions. But in coming to acknowledge that, his Slytherins had seen Potter truly wasn't any different from them. The only difference between them was it wasn't his parent or family member playing with his life, heart and mind. It was their Headmaster. Because his family had already been taken away from him. By the Headmaster and his games.
Hearing Potter today name the Headmaster as nothing more than a Gang Leader having a turf war with his rival Gang Leader should help them come around to Potter's side even more. Not to mention the open disrespect the boy had shown with all those inventive nicknames he'd given the man. But that, Severus knew, would take time. A lot of time. Because they'd been raised to believe Potter was their enemy simply because their parents followed the Dark Lord who'd sworn himself against the boy. And Potter wasn't any more likely to follow the Dark Lord than he would Albus. Severus knew that without even having to ask the boy. If Potter wouldn't forgive the Triad for their offenses against him there was no way he'd forgive the Dark Lord. After all the Dark Lord had killed his parents while attempting to kill him. And he was still attempting to kill Potter. And failing. Severus smirked.
Nor could Albus claim it was Dark Magic as there were far too many witnesses who could tell him point blank no one was hurt at all in the marking. Not even the Triad had felt any pain in the marking of their persons. Itching was not the same as pain regardless of what Granger might think. Nor was it a blood ritual as no blood had flowed from any of the people present at the time to power the casting. Not even in the formation of the runes now marring their faces, had any blood flowed. Therefore, it was in no way a blood ritual.
And since everyone had seen the color of Harry's magic while he cast the spell, everyone could tell him the magic had been extremely light in orientation. Almost everyone had witnessed Ginerva Weasely's magic rising up to meet Harry's as the spell was cast over her. Not to mention everyone had seen Fawkes fly in and sit upon Potter's shoulder and even the youngest children knew a phoenix would never stay near anything dark. For that matter from the feel of the magic that swelled up in the room during that girl's marking it seemed as if Fawkes was actually aiding Potter in marking her. Nor had Fawkes flown away after she was marked. The Phoenix had stayed to watch the marking of the boy as well. if nothing else Fawkes presence during two of the markings said it was anything but dark magic.
It was, beyond any doubt, Light Magic though come to think about it, that girls' own magic had definitely not been all that light at all. That surprised him now that he was thinking about it. He had always assumed the Weasely clan had very light natured cores but Ginerva Weasely's magic while not exactly dark couldn't be called light either. Royal purple. Not lilac or violet. But purple. Vibrant. Impossible to miss or mistake for any other color. Her brother's magic had been too weak to read though from what he'd seen of it, it looked to be rusty red which for a light wizard really wasn't all that good. Not dark precisely. But not really all that light either. Hers however had been easy to see and read. Not that it really mattered her brother had lighter magic than she did. That Betrayers Rune on his forehead pretty much said no one would ever trust him again. Granger's really hadn't surprised him all that much. Hers was a dark greyish blue. Which meant she wasn't half the light orientated witch she pretended to be. Or that Minerva claimed she was. But then Severus had always thought Granger was a dark witch in the making. One who could rival Morgana LeFay if she got the right kind of training. Because she certainly had the brain and the drive to become one.
He was almost smiling as he went through the remainder of his day. He'd discovered two witches with dark magic hiding in the light pretending they were Light witches. Maybe he should tell the Dark Lord about them the next time the man was on a tear and hurting him just because things weren't going his way. He was always on the lookout for up and coming dark witches to marry his young dark wizards. It'd certainly distract the monster.
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