Wow, after a sudden rush of my story being favorited and alerted, I felt I had to hurry.
"Alright, Harry, today we have flying class with Madam Hooch. Flying's the best ever! You'll definitely love it!" Ron had no end of praise for his favorite wizard sport. Harry smiled, he was also looking forward to flying, He had already seen his father's name in the trophy room when he was doing detentions.
"Yeah, Ron, I'm looking forward to it too."
Ron skipped happily to breakfast. After eating, they went back up to their common room to get ready for their flying class. After changing into more loose robes and getting their gloves, they ran down to the grounds where they would practice.
"Alright, we will start by summoning our brooms. Place your hand over the broom and say 'up' with an air of authority."
Some people's brooms jumped up right away, including Ron, Harry and Malfoy. Some wobbled, like Hermione's. Some just sat there, like Neville's.
"Now, mount your brooms." At this comment, there were a few giggles, and Madam Hooch shook her head exasperatedly.
"Final step. Push off the ground, but only go up a few feet."
Neville pushed off, trying to not show cowardice to the Slytherins. He went up too far and shocked, dove back toward the ground. HE fell too quickly and sprained his wrist."
"I will be right back. NO ONE should attempt this until I have returned."
Almost right after she left, Malfoy kicked off with something in his hand.
"Look here, Longbottom left his little gift. I'll leave it nice and safe for him, maybe up a tree?" he laughed. Harry kicked off as well.
"Give it here, Malfoy. No half-sentient apes to protect you, and I can easily blast you out of the air."
Malfoy seemed to think the same thing.
"Catch, then, Potter!" and with all his (not so incredible) might, Malfoy flung it toward the ground. Harry immediately dove after it, catching it a mere foot away from the ground. He didn't notice being watched, and he stepped onto the ground in triumph.
"Mr. Potter, come here! NOW!" McGonagall shouted.
"What was that?! You could have gotten yourself killed! Hurry up now…"
They reached the Charms classroom. McGonagall knocked and the door opened itself.
"Professor Flitwick, I was wondering if I could borrow Wood?"
After she said that, a boy stepped out. Harry sighed in relief. He thought Wood was a cane she was going to use.
"What is it, Professor?" asked Wood curiously.
"Wood… I have found you a seeker!"
"Are you serious? Now that you mention it, he does have the build…"
"He caught an object smaller than a Snitch after a fifty foot dive one foot from the ground. James Potter couldn't have done it better himself."
"Wow… I will have to test him later. Thank you Professor."
After Wood went back into his class, McGonagall turned to Harry.
"Now, I will hold off the punishment if you win the cup for us Harry. I am rather tired of Snape's boasts, and I miss the cup too."
Harry nodded quickly. He knew now he had yet another accomplishment to his name; youngest Seeker in over a century.
(I'm going to skip the part where Harry goes to be tested. It will be the same as the book.)
After a few months, Harry felt he learned all elementary transfiguration spells. Harry did have a knack for it however, and what was 'elementary' to him was 'advanced' to others. He was cornered yet again by Malfoy.
"Here to bully on me again, eh, Malfoy?" Harry asked in a bored tone. "One would think you learned your lesson after that pathetic loss a few months back."
"I highly doubt you'll win this time, as Crabbe and Goyle are here."
Harry flicked his wand at two random stones on the path and muttered 'Potente Transformare' under his breath. The stones turned into two golems, about eight feet tall each. He then cast 'Auxili Transformare' on another two stones. They turned into giant clubs. Harry didn't want to gore or cut them, so he refrained from axes and the like. The golems picked up the clubs easily with one hand, even though they were five feet long.
"As you were saying, Malfoy?" Harry smirked. There was no way he could lose to the no-talent that was Draco.
"I-i-impossible! There's no way you could be so advanced!"
Each golem took one of Malfoy's goons in their spare hand. They were struggling pretty fiercely, but after a Consancio on each of them, they just stayed limp. Harry then aimed his wand at Malfoy, wondering why he hadn't tried anything yet. He saw that Malfoy had nearly pissed his pants in fear at the intimidating giants. He didn't even take his wand out yet. Amazing.
"I see you're pretty scared there, Malfoy. No worries, they won't kill you…"
Malfoy stumbled backwards and started to run away. Harry snapped and the golems threw Crabbe and Goyle, and they fell onto Malfoy. With so much weight suddenly falling on him with high velocity, Malfoy broke a few bones and let out a scream of pain.
"Have a nice day, Malfoy!" Harry shouted cheerfully. Behind him, the golems and the clubs crumbled.
Late that night, Harry crept out to go to the restricted section to read but took a wrong turn and ended up in an empty room, with only a plain mirror in the center. Harry cast 'Sentiare Transformare' on a mouse, and it grew two feet longer and went on its hind legs.
"Yo."
"Hello. Can you tell me about this room?"
The mouse tilted his head to the side.
"It's a pretty boring room, huh? But when I can see into that mirror, I see cheese! It's cool, but unfortunately I can't get to it. It was put in here rather recently, by an old dude with a weird hat."
"Thank you."
Harry stopped the spell and the mouse reverted back to its normal state. It seemed as if Dumbledore put this mirror in here. But to what purpose? He looked at the mirror and did a double take…
"Wow, I'm pretty hot," murmured Harry. He stood in the front to see a little better.
Then, suddenly two people sprang beside him. Harry went into overdrive, casting 'Potente Transformare' all around him. He gripped his wand tightly, surrounded by golems and a large, dragon-like gargoyle made of marble. There was also a snarling beast with two heads, plenty of teeth and claws with a snake for a tail, probably made from the mouse from earlier. How did they sneak up on him? After looking around, he didn't see anyone or sense anyone. He carefully looked at the mirror and saw the two again. He noticed he looked almost exactly like the guy, but his eyes… were like the girl's. His eyes widened.
"Mom? Dad?"
After that incident, Harry kept going back to see his parents. One day, a third person appeared. An all too familiar face, the headmaster.
"Harry, tomorrow the mirror will be moved. You will almost certainly never see it again. Do not look for it."
Harry looked crestfallen.
"What do you see when you look at the mirror, Headmaster?"
"I myself see a nice pair of warm, woolen socks."
Harry could tell he was lying. He could just buy something like that, and someone like him would want world peace or something like that. World peace could definitely NOT be bought. But Harry just dropped it.
Well, Harry is really strong already, and he could probably take down most students one on one. However, his magic is not developed enough to make much more than five golems, and it also takes concentration to keep them like that. Inanimate transfigurations are a breeze. Also, Draco will not run to a teacher. He sees it as his duty as a Malfoy to take Harry down all by himself (except goons, of course).
Potente Transformare: Power Transform, making something capable of fighting.
Sentiare Transformare: Sentient Transform. Making something capable of intelligent conversation and even doing a little more advanced stuff, like Sudoku or chess
Auxili Transformare: Help Transform, creating something useful, like a tool or a weapon.