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Harry was a normal student, or as normal as the Gryffindor golden boy was going to get. The only thing that surprised Albus Dumbledore was that the child had no resentment for the Slytherin house. He wouldn't go out of his way to protect them or befriend them but he would never speak a word against them. His friends had noticed this fairly quickly and had accepted this was who he was. The Slytherin's were still insulted and berated he just didn't join in.
Harry was also a mysterious child, he didn't speak until he trusted you. Some never gained his trust. One thing that most weren't aware of was that he didn't speak of his family life, or any of his past. He stayed home at the holidays, even refusing to go to the Wesley's, afraid of infringing on their Christmas. When asked he would simply state in a calm collected manner that he simply did not want to talk about it. His friends had given up sensing it was a sore subject. A few though had persisted.
One of these people had been Draco Malfoy, who at the time had been trying to wind the chosen one up. When he had started speculating in the middle of the hall why it was that Harry didn't want to talk Harry broke. It was the first time anyone had seen the boy mad. Not just a little peeved either, full blown rage. That one time he had lost control of himself, managing to disarm Malfoy with his bare hands before continuing to beat him to the ground. When it became clear that the fighting wasn't going to stop on its own someone had run to Mcgonagall, who then broke up the boys. He had shocked the entire school that day, including the professors. Harry had lost control of his temper since but had calmed down before he caused physical violence. He had dark spots where people had to think twice about what he was saying but it was always short lived.
So that brings us to now, first term third year. Harry had come back from his summer agitated and restless. Most marked it as something his muggle relatives had done to him but no one quite knew the truth. It had taken a lot to get him into his classes and finally he had started attending of his own accord.
The lesson started normally, the Gryffindor/Slytherin third year class making their way down to Hagrid's hut for their Weekly Magical creature lesson. It was just like every other lesson, quite boring to Harry really. It was only because of his friendship with Hagrid that he took the class in the first place. the girls seemed to like it though, the prospect unicorns and all that. To be honest harry was more interested in the escaped serial killer than the bloody blast-ended skewts.
After the hippogriff and Malfoy Hagrid seemed to have lost his nerve, letting them have only flubberworms and skewts. To be honest Harry had skipped most of this terms lessons, claiming to be ill and pretending to go to the hospital wing. In actual fact he thought the period was better spent in the library looking up the more⦠obscure spells and potions. It has always fascinated him.
However when the golden trio got down to the paddock Harry couldn't hide his surprise; there in the paddock was the beautiful boned horses that pulled the carriages. They were learning about them? This was going to be fascinating. Charging into the paddock, past his mostly confused classmates, he ran to the nearest creature. The minute he got close he started to pet the fine animal, trying to see if it was really made of bone.
"Harry, mate what are you doing?" Ron sounded confused and a tad worried.
"Stroking the horse, why do you want a turn?" Harry replied.
"There isn't a horse Harry." Hermione, always cutting to the chase.
Harry opened his mouth to tell them that it was right there, why couldn't they see it? When a the sound of Hagrid's booming voice cut him off. "Right then class, we'll begin shall we? I thought we would do a little advanced work to see how we cope. Today we'll be doing about thestrals, can anyone tell me what one is?" here he looked around the group as if he expected anyone other than Hermione to put their hand up. Somewhat disappointed he turned to Hermione, "Hermione?"
"A thestral is a horse like creature that is supposedly only seen by those who have witnessed death." Hermione.
"That's right, now can anyone here see the thestrals I got here?" Hagrid.
Harry didn't want to be the only one to put his hand up so he hung back waiting for someone else to be the first. The first turned out to be Neville surprisingly enough, looking shaky and emotional. That was something Harry thought, I can't really 'do' emotional well can i?
When asked who it was Neville had sniffed out a response, "m-my grandfather, he w-was very old. When I-I was six." He had taken a tearful expression and no one had asked further. Next was Nott; "My mother, when I was a young child. I cannot remember much and for that I am thankful. A rare disease." he hadn't broken down like Neville but his tone had been somber and his expression miserable.
"Anyone else see them?" Hagrid.
By this point Harry had decided to keep himself hidden, he didn't need the extra attention.
"Harry can!" Damn Ron. Damn him to hell and back. He took a breath ready to educate Ron about secrecy when someone spoke.
"Who was it Harry?" Hermione's kind voice washed over him, calming him down from the anger-fuelled lecture he was about to give. Everyone was curios now, especially after seeing the boy wonder get so mad.
"It was a friend I had in the muggle world. Sarah. We were the same age." He spoke naturally, it didn't really upset him after all.
"How did she pass Harry?" Hagrid attempted a comforting tone, it wasn't quite as soft as a normal persons but held the same effect. Sadly that effect was lost on Harry, he didn't need it after all.
"Murdered. Age nine." Harry want really interested in the topic anymore, he really wanted to touch the thestral again, so he did. Turning his attention to the creature next to him he started to idly stroke the animal's side, letting his eyes drift to its head.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry!" Hermione was there again, eager both to comfort her friend and find out more of his past life. This spiked some interest, mostly sympathy; to have your best friend taken so cruelly at such a young age? But then there was dislike; mainly from some of the Slytherin's. Although potter spoke with disinterest he still got all the attention! Nott lost his mother! Longbottom his grandfather! Draco opened his mouth to say just that but was beat by potter.
"Don't be sorry, she deserved it."
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