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"Take your seats" he said in a near dismissive tone as he made his way to the front of the class. He pulled out a rolled parchment and went down the list doing a standard roll call. Again he was skipped over in the Cs and when the name Potter came up he couldn't even correct the teacher as he spoke "Ah, Mr. Potter, our… new celebrity." The man drawled as he barely looked at Harry before snapping his head back towards the boy.

Those eyes.

Those eyes were not natural.

Those almond shaped eyes held an intensity that came from age but they kept a youthful light that seemed to make them glow. They were deep, penetrating, and even in their relaxed half lidded stated seemed to be ever attentive. And behind all that was something bestial, something feral. Those eyes didn't belong on a child.

But what made them so unnatural was the color. Two such different colored eyes, emerald and ruby, holding such identical gleams and lights but still seemed so separate. The emerald eye reminded him painfully of a love he let slip through his fingers and the ruby reminded him too much of the twisted man who went on a genocidal campaign, and it was all framed on a softer version of the face he learned to hate in school. The elongated lightning bolt scar that ran past the red eye and on to his cheek only enhanced an image he didn't know what to make of.

It was a frightening and painful experience just to look upon this boy. The only reason why he wasn't showing all this emotion on his face was due to years of practice in the mind arts.

"Do you think you're funny Potter, Coming into class like that?"

Harry just raised a brow in a curious manner "What do you mean, sir?"

"Don't play daft, Potter. Your eye, why is it like that?" Now the whole class was staring at his face and focusing on his right eye. Some gasped in surprise, others just stared but Harry couldn't enjoy it at the moment.

"When I was younger my eye was damaged and while it healed it changed color. It called Heterochromia" Next to him he noticed Hannah staring intently at his scar before giving a victorious smile. He repressed a sigh at his lost battle. He knew he would lose it during the class but it was still annoying.

Curious the black eyed professor asked "And how was it damaged?"

"Children are cruel." Harry responded dryly, as if that was all that was needed to be said.

Snape just gave a nod of his head before forcing himself forward with his class. He was too shocked, or maybe even afraid, to try anything.

Harry Potter and the Soul of a Chimera, Chapter 8