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Harry read the whole book by the time curfew came around, and he put it back just as an odd creature popped in, and Harry jumped, not knowing what it was.
"Is the Young sir enjoying his stay?" it squeaked, it's large glassy eyes staring at him.
"Uh, yeah. Sure," Harry said, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. He'd never known a creature like this one, and he didn't want to offend it.
"We is sorry sir. We's didn't get the common room cleaned for you's sir," it squeaked, and Harry laughed.
"It's okay. I cleaned it up a bit. A little dust won't kill anyone. Besides, I found an interesting book," He said, holding said book up. The Elf looked at it warily, but smiled kindly.
"That is good sirs. If you are alright, I'll be's going," it said, and with a pop, it was gone.
Sighing, Harry made his way up to his dorm and slipped his pajama's on before falling asleep.
Harry awoke three hours before sunrise. Sighing, he sat up, and almost screamed. In front of him was a blond haired ghost girl, and she was watching him, a wrench in her hand.
The girl jumped, and yelped before settling back down, her eyes wide.
"Hello," She said awkwardly, and Harry rubbed the back of her neck.
"Hi," He mumbled, and she snorted. "What?"
"You act so much like him," She stated, standing.
"Like who?" Harry asked, stretching and slipping out from under the covers of his bed.
"Like the founder of this house. He was a good friend of mine, as well as his brother. Most of the books down in the common room are written by those two, and I'm surprised that they lasted that long without use," The girl rambled. Harry grabbed his robes and was in and out of the bathroom in seconds. "Sometimes I miss 'em, but I guess I've gotta teach the newbies SOMETHING."
"Like what?" Harry questioned, making his way to the common room, where a fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace.
"Alchemy, of course!" The girl chirped, and Harry stopped.
"Like the stuff in that book I read last night?" Harry gasped, and the girl nodded.
"Al wrote it well. Beginners Alchemy," the girl sighed, her transparent eyes clouded in thought,"Of course, he always was the smarter of the two..."
At this statement, a small twinge of annoyance stirred in him. Confused at the feeling from the simple statement, he sat down.
"So... You'll be teaching me alchemy?" Harry asked, and she looked at him.
"No. I'll be teaching the theory," The girl snorted, "I can't use alchemy. Al and Ed were the prodigies."
Harry nodded, and the girl walked over to a wall, motioning for him to follow.
"Since you're in this house now, there must be traces of Alchemy blood in you. It's not very common," The girl stated, sticking her hand through the wall. "Therefore, I feel it necessary to show you the training room."
There was a series of clicks, and the wall slid aside, making Harry's jaw drop.
Inside, there was a large room with desks, a board, and many, MANY books.
" Since I now have students to teach, I'll be teaching in here. There's another entryway, but to through the common room was faster for us. I'll be your first hour teacher today, and then Professor Snape will be your second. Be careful, and I suggest studying the first two to three chapters in your potions book before his class," She said, floating up to the board and dusting it off. "Course, it's only you he'll go after if I remember correctly. Old school rivalries stick with him like peanut butter to the roof of a dog's mouth."
"Who was the last students you taught?" Harry asked and she looked at him.
"I taught your father, mother, and Severus. They were the only ones to have Alchemic blood in them. I was truly surprised. They were the only other class I had taught until now. Blood runs thin now," She said, and Harry was stunned.
"What were they like? My parents, I mean," Harry said, and the girl chuckled.
"Your mother was brilliant. She honestly was a prodigy. Your father wasn't as good, but he wasn't afraid to make a fool of himself trying to do something. Severus, your mother's best friend up until I believe fifth year, was shy and timid. I think his father beat him. He was better than your mother. He took to Alchemy quicker than even Al did," She rambled, and Harry smiled, before a question popped into his head.
"What's your name?" He blurted, and she froze for a moment before breaking into laughter.
"I'm Winry. I'm PROFESSOR Winry when I'm teaching, though," She giggled, and Harry smiled, looking at the time.
"Well, Professor Winry, I'll be heading to breakfast to see who my fellow Alchemists are," Harry stated, walking out of the room from a door to find himself in a hall not to far from the Great Hall.
Waving goodbye, Harry walked to breakfast with a smile that was brighter than the sun, much like a certain blonde Alchemist we all know and love, and whom he didn't know was residing inside of him, waiting for the moment to emerge.