Staring in the Gryffindor boy's communal bathroom mirror, Harry couldn't help but glare at what he was seeing. He had only been at the school for two weeks and he was already hating it to the extreme.

First it was the whispering comments about his bandages, which he had thought he had gotten used to people always pointing out, but then it went from iffy to torture once the teachers realized he couldn't cast magic in class. This lead to him being shoved to the back of the class and totally ignored, even during the times when they asked questions that he knew that answer too. It was completely messed up that magicals seemed to think that because he currently couldn't cast a bloody spell meant that he was not a true wizard who should be allowed in school. Thankfully Hermione stayed by his side but he was starting to wonder if she would crack eventually, he hoped not. Heck, even Neville wouldn't talk to him!

Anyway, at the moment he found himself staring at his still dark red and lightly blistered skin. For better or for worse, Madam Pomphrey had spent the better part of four hours on his first changing day once school started to teach him how to properly bandage his body. He could feel his face twitching as irritation raced throughout his entire being. It only increased as his eyes wondered over his damaged body and nearly went apocalyptic when he saw the flat area between his legs. If his magic had been able to extend beyond his body, the room would have been broken into chunks and the stone beneath his feet turned to a fine dust. Thanks to that one thing, he was constantly questioning himself and never sure about just what or who he was now or will be in the future. It was confusing, crushing, and annoying all wrapped up in tight little ball. In the back of his mind he hoped that once his skin healed he would start growing his hair once more.

Thankfully even though he was teased and ridiculed for his bandages and temporary lack of magic, the school hadn't been informed about his current lack of sex defining equipment. He'd say gender defining but he knew that the parts don't make the person but their identity. It was more than confusing and to be honest he was glad that he wasn't going to have to make the choice until his body healed and by his own decision with his magic returned.

Taking in a slow deep breath, he slowly started lathering his dark red body in creams Healer Mcstiek had made sure to send him every few weeks. For whatever reason, she believed that neither the school nurse nor potion master would be willing to make them for him and what do you know? She was right!

Being careful to not get any of the cream in his eyes, nose, mouth, or bathroom hole (He really didn't know what to call it) he slowly covered his body in the light green substance. One thing he did notice was that the scars that showed through the darkness of his skin were slowly starting to vanish. Some were from before his first year, thanks uncle Vernon, while some of the ragged and deep ones were because of the healers when they crudely extracted pieces of the Philosophers stone from his body. Made him wish they would have just left them there for him to absorb entirely.

Sighing to himself, he felt the pain ebb away as the cream started to soak into his skin ever so slightly. Making slow and careful movement he began wrapping up his feet and lower legs. Unlike before he now knew that it wasn't just one massive set of wrappings but multiple little ones. One for each limb, one for the head, two for the torso, and one for the pelvic area. It sucked big time but at least with the magical variety he was able to bend with it on like it wasn't, so it wasn't as hard to get it on by himself. If it had been the muggle kind, he was more than sure that he would have been screwed in more ways than one. There would be much more info for mocking and he doubted anyone but Hermione would even be willing to help him and that was if she could get past the look of his body.

Once again, his body was covered in pure white wrapping with only gaps for his bright emerald eyes and mouth. Quickly getting dressed in his school uniform he strolled out of the bathroom. Making one quick stop in his dorm room, he repressed a snort at the sight of his roommates still sound asleep in their beds. Then again, he had started getting up early to avoid them as much as possible since the first night of school. Grabbing his bag, which he made sure contained all his books, as they had been going missing every time he left his bag out for any extended amount of time.

Draping it over his shoulder, he walked out on silent feet down into the common room. The second it came into sight a small smile formed upon his lips. There in the chair by the fire was his best, and apparently only, friend. Like usually she was face first deep into a book of some sort with her bushy haired tied back in a ponytail in hopes of keeping it from getting in her way.

Strolling over to her he poked her gently on the shoulder to get her attention. Her eyes instantly snapped to him and he could see the stress melt off her like the ice under the sun on a warm day.

"Hello Harry. Did you manage to get your bandages on alright?" her eyes hardened as her mind rumbled with anger at the school healer refusing to help him simply because his magic wasn't working properly at the moment. More than once in the last few weeks, Harry had borne witness to her going off on a mother of all rants that Healers swore oaths to never turn down a patient or person in need of treatment. And while its incensed Harry, it completely enraged the bushy haired girl.

"Yes, although I can't wait until I no longer have to see my damaged body in the mirror to do it." He could feel his teeth grinding against one another but swiftly pushed his frustrations down into the back of his mind to be dealt with later…much later.

Tears came to Hermione rather suddenly and he found himself wrapped inside the larger girl's arms. He had gotten so used to her hugs in the last two weeks that he didn't even stiffen on contact anymore. Although, she was careful not grab onto any parts that were more sensitive to touch which he was eternally thankful for. The pair just stood there in silence as they hug, one to comfort and the other trying to receive it.

When they finally broke apart, she easily grabbed his hand and started pulling him out of the common room and through the portrait hole. There were a few light grumbles from the Fat Lady about them getting up so early but they were largely ignored by the pair.

Once they made it to the great hall in hopes to eat some breakfast in relative peace they relaxed just a bit more. Shuffling down the middle of the hall Harry took note of everyone that was already in the hall. Off at the Ravenclaw there was a small blonde girl with a pair of radish earrings that he remembered from the sorting ceremony. The Slytherin table had an Italian boy that he recognized from potions class but wasn't sure what his name was. At Hufflepuff there was a seventh-year girl with bright pink hair that he swore was shifting in shade every other second. They were the only Gryffindors that had arrived so far and personally, Harry hoped that they would be done and gone when the rest start shuffling in.

Turning his eyes upon the teachers table, he found a few teachers looking at him. Dumbledore was looking at him with disappointment shinning in his eyes but a small smile upon his lips. Snape, as always was sneering at him but he could see that the hatred in his eyes wasn't pointed at himself for once. McGonagall had disdain radiating from her dark eyes, if he hadn't grown up with someone that could give him a stronger one then he most likely would have flinched.

To Harry, he was starting to hate the woman the most. She spoke of family but rejected those that didn't fit into her tiny little idea of such a thing. It didn't happen often but every once in a while, he would notice the woman ignoring his best friend in class, even though they both knew she knew the answer. It turned his stomach to think that he looked up to the woman just a month ago. Forcing his eyes further down the table he could see sadness and guilt almost rolling of the charms teachers body, along with Hagrid's as well. If anything, this told the bandaged boy that someone, probably Dumbledore, was forcing them to ignore him.

Taking a deep breath to try and control his anger Harry sat down about halfway up the table and started to eat. Some mashers, fried eggs, and toast with a big glass of milk. He made sure to eat carefully as to not get his bandages dirty, seeing as he would never notice unless Hermione told him. IT didn't take all that long until he was finished and Hermione was done soon after.

Getting up the pair started heading out of the great hall but just as they were about to exit a stern voice echoed across the room.

"Just a moment, Potter. You've been reassigned a new schedule due to your new situation." He could practically feel the disgust rolling off his head of house's tongue.

Turning towards the woman he accepted the piece of parchment without a single word. Glancing down at the page he felt his rage spike once more.

Name: Harry James Potter

Year: Second

Ranking: Squib (bottom class)

Monday morning: Potions, Herbology, assisting Mr. Filch

Monday afternoon: Assisting Mr. Filch, assisting Mr. Filch, Astronomy

Tuesday morning: Care for magical creatures, Assisting Mr. Filch, Potions

Tuesday afternoon: Language arts-Latin, Ancient Runes, assisting Mr. filch

Wednesday morning: Arithmancy, Herbology, Etiquette

Wednesday afternoon: Etiquette, Assisting Mr. Filch, History of magic

Thursday morning: Ancient Runes, Language arts-Latin, Potions

Thursday Afternoon: Care for Magic creatures, History of magic, Astronomy

Friday morning: Crafting, Herbology, Arithmancy

Friday afternoon: Assisting Mr. Filch, etiquette, survival class

Looking up from the paper, he glared at the woman before him. His mouth formed a vicious snarl at the woman and his eyes flashed with hatred. Handing the paper to his friend, who gasped softly at what it said, just to make sure he didn't crinkle it in his rage.

"Professor I think you are massively misunderstanding the situation. You have me working with Filch more than half the week, free of payment might I add, when I should be either studying or in class of some sort." His voice came out soft but cold as ice.

McGonagall raised her nose to him like he was beneath her, making him strain hard to hold back from doing something she would regret. "It is you that is mistaken Potter. This is a school for Witches and Wizards. You may have started out as a Wizard but you are no longer, in fact you're lucky that you haven't been kicked from the school already."

Feeling his face and fingers start to twitch Harry let go of the hold on his rage as the woman's words rung through his mind. Visions of rendering her flesh from her bones filled his mind and drowning her in toilet, both possible but not for some time.

"You seem to forget that the only reason my magic isn't working at the moment it because of the Headmasters little scheme last year. I am no squib and we all know it but thanks to that plot of his, my magic is focused on making sure that I live from the injection of shards of the Philosopher stone instead of die of mineral poisoning like most people would!" His words bounced off the walls so all that were there could hear his words, which unfortunately were a very few individuals. "So, you can shove that Schedule up your worthless arse and forget about me working with Filch!"

Spinning on the balls of his feet he stormed out of the Great hall with rage practically radiating from his body. If he had been looking he would have seen Hermione run after him, or the question glances the three students that were eating in the hall were sharing. And if he really cared he would have seen the furious look practically fused onto McGonagall's face. Off in the corner of the room Filch was smirk rather nastily at the Witch in question and was easily joined by Severus Snape.

Meanwhile, in a room deep in the first level of the Hogwarts dungeon, Harry was sunk low onto the far floor with his feet dragged up toward his chest and his face buried into his knees. Tears and sobs were escaping him at random but the shiver throughout his body was ever present. Hermione was sitting there just as still as he but with her arm flung over his shoulder as she tried to show her care for him with a loving hug.

"Why Hermione? Why am I being punished because of their failure? It's just not fair!" his voice cracked a little bit and his throat was feeling raw.

"I don't know, Harry, but I don't think there is anything we can really do about it either. I know you don't want to hear this but I think you should just try and do the schedule they gave you. If anything, Mr. Filch has to have lots of knowledge after being here for so long."

Clenching his fists tight Harry hated to admit that she was right. His situation was bad enough as it is, he really didn't need to make it any worse. But he wasn't going to like it that was for sure. Sighing softly Harry sat up and let his head rest against the stone wall behind him. Even though none would be able to tell that he had been crying, he still didn't want them to know, he had long since learned to not let people see or hear him cry from his early childhood.

Forcing himself up onto his feet, he offered a hand to Hermione, which she gladly took, and hoisted the taller girl up with him.

"I guess we should get going then. I'll see you in Herbology, okay?"

They shared small sad smiles for minute before walking out of the unused classroom arm in arm. Neither one said a word as they made their way toward the great hall once more. Stopping for a brief moment they shared a hug before splitting away to go to their classes.

Pulling out his new schedule Harry frowned at it. Seeing as it was Wednesday that meant that he actually had a busy school day. Starting off with Arithmancy and ending with History of Magic, yeah, he was going to just love today!

Keeping his face as expressionless as possible, he marched his way toward his new class. Thankfully, he had decided to get those books on the basics of the class or he would have been in more than a little trouble. Sure, school had just started but he had heard that Arithmancy and Ancient Runes tended to go rather fast paced because of its small classes.

Upon entering the room, Harry had to let out a small sigh of relief. So far no one was there yet, probably down in the great hall having breakfast. Making his way towards the far-right corner, Harry took the opportunity of being alone to find a seat that was out of the way from the others. This was something he had decided on continuing even in his none core classes. He found that being out-of-sight helped in keeping unwanted negative attention from himself. It sucked because it was demolishing his already small social circle but he really didn't have much of a choice unless he wanted to get cursed with his back turned.

Time seemed to pass at a smooth pace and Harry soon found the room starting to fill up around him. Thankfully none of them took notice to his bandaged appearance in the corner and struck up conversations with their other classmates. Upon realizing that they weren't going to be talking about anything involving class Harry tuned them out until the Professor arrived.

It didn't take all that long to be honest and Harry nearly was left gapping at what he was seeing, although looking around he could see some of the others around him were reacting the same way. Professor Vector was something that one would most definitely wouldn't expect. He was rather tall in height, around 6 feet 2 inches, with short spiky black hair and a well-defined but strongly masculine face. He looked to be well built with muscles on his arms and when he introduced himself his voice was a harsh baritone. What threw Harry for a massive loop, and still stunned some of the other students, was that the man was wearing what would look like a biker's outfit in the Non-magical world. The kids raised by magicals though couldn't help but wonder why this wizard was wearing so much leather, although a few of the girls were horrified that their teacher looked like such a violent man.

Class went by quickly as Professor Vector explained a few different approaches to figuring out basic spells with the help of Arithmancy. It was rather confusing to him but then again, he was probably missing some key pieces of the process from lacking the actually textbook and only having the beginner books.

When class finally ended, Harry found himself walking away from the class with a glazed look in his eyes and rather mechanical jerks of his body. If he could have seen himself, he was more than pretty sure that people would think he was a real-life mummy come back to life.

It wasn't until someone grabbed him by his arm that he even realized he was outside the castle. Blinking he let his eyes follow the hand that was holding onto him until he came face to face with his bushy haired friend.

"Oh…Hello Hermione. How was DADA with Lockhart?" she released his arm from her rather tight grip but it soon found itself folded across its owner's chest. He knew he was in trouble when he spotted the frown upon her lips.

"Don't 'Hello Hermione', me! What was it like? Arithmancy? I bet you learned all about it already!" inside his head Harry sort of smiled at the desire for learning that flashed through his friend's eyes like usual.

"It was…different to say the least. You'll definitely find it hard to understand until you take the class." Seeing she was about to deny his claims he continued on, "Just trust me Mione. It's rather mind boggling."

Deciding to drop the subject, which he was thankful for, the pair of preteens happily chatted as they made their way to Herbology. It wasn't about anything to specific, just what they thought they would be learning through out the rest of the year.

For Harry, as he thought back on his new schedule, it still amazed him that Hogwarts had more electives than they were led to believe. It had taken a bit of courage to talk to the school's librarian but with a touch of misguided curiosity, he was able to learn about subjects taught within the castle. All under the guise of just wanting to plan out his future education, of course. Although, with his now magicless status, it became a tad more immediate than he expected.

Like many knew of, there was Transfiguration, DADA, Charms, History of Magic, Potions, Astronomy, and Herbology as the main classes. However, there was also flying class and Magical theory for first years. Once they moved beyond that year, students weren't given any more options until 3rd year.

It was this year that brought an influx of new classes for students to partake in. Such as: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Divinations, Care for Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies. All of them useful in some fashion but once chosen, they were compulsorily until the student reached the end of their Fifth year and took their O.W. Ls or as Harry liked to call them, their General Studies Exams. Really all it meant was that once finished with those exams, the student can drop a class if they wish and pick up a new class or just use it as a study hall.

After that, the last two years were geared towards more advanced forms of the topics. From what Madam Prince told him, some classes even went on sabbatical leave to study in different areas of the world in the subject. This way they have some practical experience in the subject.

Alchemy was even offered if enough students were interested in the subject but that class hadn't been in rotation for around 100 years now. Apparently, the headmaster was one of the last few to be able to take it before the student body just lost interest in it.

Beyond these main classes, there was the Extra-curricular classes.

Harry already had a few of them forced upon him, which usually don't become available until fourth year, such as: Survival, Latin, Etiquette, and a small crafting class. Two out of three he could guess but the others he had no clue. Not counting theses classes; there was also Frog Choir, Ghoul Studies, Magical and mundane art classes, Magical and mundane music with the option of Orchestra, and finally Apparition lessons.

Out of all the other Extras, the only ones he really felt an interest to was Ghoul Studies and Apparition lessons, maybe a regular music class to learn to play an instrument. Although, he really didn't like the implications of Ghoul Studies. From what he had learned, the class was really the study of defending one's self from Poltergeists, Vampires, and Veela. Mostly, it focuses on resisting the natural magics of these species due to the effect it has on a human's mind.

None of his peers had realized it yet but Hogwarts did have a set schedule that they liked to keep.

Every day the Great Hall would open from 6am until 8:30am, thus giving students and teachers alike a solid half hour to get ready and go to class. Then there were three classes in the morning and three in the afternoon, all an hour each with a 45-minute break in the middle for lunch. Once this is done, students had from 4pm until 7pm to attend any Extra classes that they desire or an Elective class once they reach the correct year. Some classes were during the regular school day which forced the older years to take some of their core classes later in the day or on entirely different day if needed.

For Harry, this would be a little different since he was taking many of his classes either a year or three early. This also meant that he'd be a year or two ahead of his year mates in these courses, so he'd have to take his Generals earlier than them, at least for the classes that don't use active magic.

It was all rather frustrating when he thought about it to deeply, forcing a headache in the back of his mind. His expression must have showed it, because Hermione started looking at him weird.

"I'm okay, just thought about too much way too quickly."

At the giggle she tried her best to smother, Harry let his own smile form.

Today was starting to look up for him.

Walking out of the boy's lavatory, Harry mentally grumbled over his lack of external magic. With it, he could have used one of the basic cleaning charms that both Professors Flitwick and Sprout had taught him just last year to keep their dorm rooms clean and clean themselves up after working in the greenhouses, respectively.

Now he had to carry an extra set of clothes around with him just in case someone decides to prank him or for when he got covered in dirt during Herbology, like he had.

Knowing it wouldn't do him any good, he pushed those thoughts away before pulling out a small stack of notes that Hermione had given him from her Defense class. It didn't really take him all that long to scan her neat scrawl and even less to find himself chuckling to himself.

Believe it or not, in the beginning of the year Hermione had something of a massive crush on the dramatic Defense professor. That, however, was quickly erased after seeing how the man had tried casting a spell on him when he was injured.

Today had, by far, been the worse day in Harry's young life. Worse than even his recovery during the summer or every time he saw his raw red flesh.

It had started off with a simple walk down to the great hall for breakfast with his friends but had quickly took a turn for the worst.

He had just sat down and began loading up his plate when he started hearing something that he had been dreading. A long, dead sounding, half-hearted moan.

His shoulders had instantly tensed and he felt his hand clinging to his fork with such force that he thought he'd had warped the utensil. His eyes had turned hard and when he felt a gentle hand press upon his right knee, he turned them towards his best friend.

"Just ignore them Harry, you know they are just trying to get a rise out of you." Her tone was firm but even he could hear the anger she had buried underneath it.

"I know…" his teeth were starting to hurt from his unconscious grinding, "but you know they will just keep pushing if I don't do something. Arseholes always do."

The moaning and groaning kept going on in the background and was rising in volume, as more students joined in on the 'friendly' teasing. Some where doing it from peer pressure, other were going it from delight of picking on the recluse celebrity. Although the few first years were just doing it because they didn't know what was going on and thought it was fun.

He watched as emotions flickered across his friend's eyes again, weighing her thoughts and his words to try and find a middle ground. Sadly, she didn't get to voice it as a familiar but barely tolerable conceited voice reached his ears.

"What the matter, Potter? Believe yourself to superior to answer the call of your family? Oh wait, yours are all dead!"

Rage flashed through his mind and before he even realized he was moving, Harry found himself standing between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Tables. He could hear the mutters around him picking up but he ignored them in favor of focusing on the blonde Slytherin standing before him.

"Don't talk about my Parents, Malfoy!" his arms were trembling beneath his bandages and he could feel his lips pulling back into a light snarl.

"Oh? And what's a scarred little Half-blood like you going to do about it?"

He never did get a verbal answer but instead, Harry happily punched the condescending little bastard right in the nose. While Harry wasn't the most physically strong boy alive, he had learned how to throw one back when Dudley used to beat him up with his gang of delinquents.

And a smile came to him at the sound of a slight crunching.

And then it happened, almost instantly. Crabbe and Goyle, who Harry never even noticed by Malfoy's side, whipped out their wands and send quick beams of light at him.

The last thing Harry remember before he was flipped Arse-over-tea-kettle was slimming harshly down upon the bench where he had been sitting not a minutes earlier. He had felt a stab of pain in his side and a warm feeling against his skin.

And as his sight started to darken, he felt a tingle of satisfaction run down his spine from the bigoted snake.

"You wittle bathart!"

But it was quickly followed by an almost ear shattering scream from his bushy friend.

"HARRY!"

He never did get to see what happened after that but according to Hermione and the rumors he'd hear in the hall, Lockhart had come over and tried to heal the boy. Now, normally this would at least be okay, however, with Harry's current condition, it wasn't good at all.

Instead of healing him, all the Idiot had managed to do was widen the reopened scar that marred his left side. Now, instead of it being a smallish slash mark of a scar, it looked like an idiot with a dull knife had went at his side. And to make matters worse, the scar went from just under his armpit down to his waist.

Due to the massive increase in blood lose, it had led him to being put in the Infirmary and under Pomphrey's remarkable healing skills. Good for his health, bad for his secret.

With a few quick scans of magic and a floo call to Healer Mcstiek, the truth had been revealed. Of course, it wasn't meant to be told to the student body but given that none of his professors could really hide the truth due to their shifts in look towards him, they had quickly found out.

So, as he scanned Hermione's tight script, he took his time going over the spells she had listed for what was supposed to be their required learning. Most of it he had no current use of, but eventually he'd need it and it would be good to already know it beforehand.

One part that he did take note of was a topic listed in the first chapter of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2, mostly the ability to build up power on the very tip of their wand so that their spells have a more powerful charge to them. It would also help them learn control by becoming consciously aware of how much raw power is held at the tip.

Lifting his left hand, Harry stared at it in wonder.

He wasn't sure if it was possible, but he wondered if it was possible to channel magic into his hand and keep it there. At least, on the very base level, according to these notes it was possible with a wand. So, there should be some other way to focus that magic to his hand rather than the tip of a wand. And if it was possible to do it with his wand or hand, then it should be theoretically possible to do it with the rest of his body. He'd have to research into magical foci first though and then move onto Wandless magic.

Excitement flood his system at the thought.

"I'll use these next few years to do the theoretical stuff first and then, when my magic is back, I'll use all my free time to try and achieve this. It will especially come in handy when Voldemort tries to attack me again."

Coming to a stop in his wanderings, Harry heard the soft tones of music ring though the air. He knew from Madam Pince that he wasn't near the Music Hall since that was up on the second floor while he was down in the first level of the dungeons.

That only left his Etiquette class.

Following the soft tones of a piano, Harry quickly found himself standing before an open archway that lead into what looked like a classroom. Before even entering the door, Harry could spot what looked like a baker's dozen students. Most of them seemed to be fourth years but it also looked like there were a couple seventh years as well.

To his surprise, the class was a mixed course at the moment. He spotted a fair number of Ravens, Badgers, and to his surprise one Snake sitting all around the class but not a single Lion, besides himself, had arrived.

One other detail he had picked up on was that the Males and Females were sitting on the opposite side. This didn't seem to bother any of them though, granted that could be because all of them had been in the class for a few weeks.

Making sure to put his notes away, he took a slow breath, although the small twinge in his side did remind him that deep breaths were definitely not a good idea, and walked inside.

"Ahh… Good morning, Mr. Potter!" a mellow feminine voice called out, "Please, take your seat with the other gentlemen."

Feeling himself twitch under the sudden stares of both the other kids and their professor, Harry unconsciously bowed his head and scurried over to his side. There weren't many seats available, especially seeing as there were only two tables in the room and both were long enough to fit about 8 students each. So, looking around, he found himself reluctantly sitting between a Hufflepuff and the sole Slytherin Fourth year. Nether one reacted beyond shifting their things a tad so he had room for his own.

His attention was abruptly brought back to the professor when she gave a solid clap of her hands.

"Now that we are all here, I would like to remind each of you that no matter someone's social or Economic class, you are to be polite and courteous in all situations." When her eyes fell on him, he knew what she was going to say, "As I'm sure you are all aware, Mr. Potter was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital at the end of last year after an incident with a rather magical artifact and being locked into its room while a fire was ablaze. What you do not know, was that due to this incident, Mr. Potter's magic is being funneled entire into destroyed the fragments of this artifact that could not be removed through either external magic or Mundane Medical practices."

By this point, most of the class had taken their eyes of the regal looking woman and had their gazes firmly looked on him with their jaws securely glued to their tables. This seemed to not bother the Professor to much beyond the small tightening of her jaw but she perhaps expected such a reaction. Afterall, it wasn't everyday that they learned a first year was almost killed inside the school and then have their magic fighting for their life.

"Due to this unprecedented occurrence, it has been estimated that Mr. Potter will not be regaining active use of his magic until some time into his Fourth year. However, because he can't use active magic at the moment, he has been placed in classes that he will not need his magic. So, I will be counting on all of you to help him in any class you may see him in, seeing as he can't magically defend himself at the current time."

That last line drew all of their attention back to her, making Harry sigh in relief at the sudden lack of eyes. To his amazement though, some of his classmates actually nodded in acceptance while a few looked hesitant.

To Harry, as long as he had just a few less people trying to curse him in the halls, then he would be just fine.

"Now, onto todays lesson."

Once class was over, Harry quickly and quietly tried to get out of the class. That idea was put on delay when a firm cough from the front of the room caught his attention.

"Mr. Potter, do be a dear and stay behind for a moment, we have matters to discuss."

He would have sighed if he didn't think it wouldn't hurt. So, with the patients of a dead man, he turned on the heels of his feet and made his way up to the front of the class.

Madam Greengrass was a rather average woman in terms of height, standing tall at a record 162 cm with Raven colored hair, similar to his own, that appeared to fall in loose curls and a warm blue colored eye.

In his mind, he wondered how she was related to Daphne Greengrass in his own year. That girl always seemed so aloof and icy whenever he saw her. Although, he was willing to admit that he never really had a chance to see her away from her Slytherin friends, so maybe she would be more like this woman at home.

As he stood there, waiting for his professor to sit, he could feel a few beads of sweat start to form upon his forehead. Knowing it would be seen as rude to whip them away, he just let them rest in hopes that this would be over with soon.

Thankfully, part of his wish would come soon when she took her seat and removed her gloves before motioning to him to follow suit.

"So, tell me Mr. Potter, what did you think of my class?" there was a hint of fascination in her voice but it wasn't overly so, so she must have just been curious.

Feeling his throat start to close, Harry took a quick sip of the offered tea to try and sooth it.

"To be honest, I'm a little lost." She quirked an eyebrow at then and beckoned for him to continue, "Why is it that you have boys and girls so separated? Wouldn't it be better to teach common curtesy, rather than division between genders?" From the little smirk upon her lips, he must have asked at least something of a good question.

"You were raised in the Muggle world, correct?" he nodded, although where he lived, he didn't particularly like, "Well, in my youth, I took a sabbatical trip into that world and learned many things. For instance, there is a raising amount of disrespect amongst both the older generation and the younger ones towards both their peers and those of a high rank. To make matters worse, men are becoming more spiteful to others in general while women are drifting more towards being conceited. And while it is true that these attributes have always been present, it's getting worse with the lack of etiquette being taught by parents and the educational establishments. So, can you figure out why I separate them now?"

As she spoke, one image kept popping into his mind. The daily life of the Dursley family.

Vernon was hateful to pretty much anyone that wasn't his family or on his level of employment and if someone that he sees as bellow him does something he disagrees with, he was not afraid to show it. Harry had more than enough slaps upside the head, lack of food, and heavy beatings to understand that.

Petunia, on the other hand, wasn't afraid to speak bad about anyone, as long as that people wasn't there to hear it. And like her husband, she would inflict abuse upon him and others the moment she didn't agree with something they said. As long as they weren't on or above her level that is.

Dudley…was just Dudley. He beat on others and spoke with a whiny tone or plain hostility to anyone that could hear him.

So, all and all, they were the poster family for impoliteness and enmity.

"Your giving the students away to share their views with those that have to follow the same etiquette as themselves. It gives them connections to people that would understand their situation while if the kids were side by side, they would get into nonstop debates about the injustice of their roles." His voice was shaky again at the start but as his words continued to flow, his confidence rose.

And from the smile on her lips, he had to be close.

"Good answer, especially for someone that just started this class with no true understanding of the Magical Culture." He couldn't help but feel a touch sheepish at that part, it was true after all, but before he could say anything, she started speaking again.

"Now, seeing as the staff decided you would attend my class, although I suspect its because of your recent change in Rankings here at Hogwarts; I was required to speak with Healer Mcstiek. She has informed me of the true effects of your recent accident and the choice you are forced to make in the upcoming years." Utter horror took form within his eyes. He didn't want anyone to know about what happened to him until he was ready to decide and yet, people keep getting told!

Her face softened at that moment, with flashes of remorse her eyes, "For what it's worth, as a member of the staff, I apologize for the lack of protection you were offered in the previous year."

It didn't help. It didn't help at all!

At least, that's what he wanted to say. Instead, he forced himself to swallow the bile that had seeped up his throat. It burnt his esophagus but the last thing he wanted to do was get physically sick in front of a professor, let alone a new one.

Shaking ever so slightly, Harry let his eyes drop upon his clasped hand as they rested in his lap. As the soft glimmer of light ran across his bracelet, he did feel a flash of safety in his mind. In the last few days alone, it had come into great aid when stopping the few dangerous spells that had come at him in the hallways. Prank spells weren't stopped but ones that physically harmed him wouldn't get within two meters of his person before the dark blue shield came to his defense.

The lingering silence was finally ruptured when Madam Greengrass began again.

"Given your options, I am offering my aid on any Female Etiquette or fashions. I can also help you in understanding the Obligations you hold as Heir Apparent of House Potter." Her warm eyes were staring deeply into his own fluorescent green, trying her best to convey utter honesty and willingness to help.

Her words made him gulp, harshly at that.

He didn't want to go girl, in any way, this soon after the Incident. He still needed to think, to tell Mione the truth of what happened. He couldn't decide on anything until he knew what his best friend thought on his situation.

"Can I just get help with the Family Stuff? I'm…I'm not ready for any of…of the other stuff yet." Soft hiccups stared to escape him but he tried his best to hold them back before he started breaking down in front of his professor.

"Take your time, Mr. Potter, you have at least a year to decide anything and as long as you are a student of this school, the offer will be there." She paused for a moment to look down at her watch before looking back at him, "Now, go off to lunch. Male or Female, nutrition is crucial for a growing body."

Nodding in understanding, Harry quickly got up and ran out of the room.

Natashia Greengrass sat with her eyes still glued to the seat her newest, and certainly the youngest, student had just vacated in very panicked manor. A small frown marred her lips at the lack of prop decorum for the descendant of the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

She hadn't said it but in current society, the Potter Family had lost their rank among the Elites. Mostly because of the 'innocent' Deatheaters that still roamed the streets and his Great-Grandfather Henry Potter's rather radical support for Muggles.

For Natashia, she felt a rather burning anger inside herself when she thought of the loss in ranking of the Potter House. While, it made a small amount of sense that Voldemort's Supporters would want to harm the Potter family any way they possibly could, it did not make sense as to why Henry caused the loss in rank.

Back in the late 1800s, Henry Potter had not been the only head of the Sacred-Twenty-Eight that were adamant for Anti-Muggle laws being reformed and yet, the Potter Family were the only ones to lose their standings. Even the Weasley's, who had been Prewett at the time, weren't pushed down in ranking for their views. Sure, they were currently labeled 'Blood-traitor' but they still held their position and money, if only in secret by that Charlatan Molly Weasley.

She'd have to look into her family journals to find out just what had happened back in the times of the Potter falling.

Beyond that, she turned her mind towards the true subject at hand.

It didn't take to much intelligence to realize that with Sirius Black locked away in Azkaban, his Godson would be taking over the family. Her Husband was adamant that it would follow Narcissa into the Malfoy Line but she knew better. Afterall, she was the true Greengrass while her husband had just been Heir Secondus to the Flint family while his brother took over the Head Position.

She knew as all Heirs and Heiress Apparent did, that if the Head of Family either doesn't have an Heir of his own or a sibling to take over in his sted, then all titles and wealth would go to the named Godchild. That would only mean, that with Sirius gone, Harry was Heir Apparent of the Black Family as well.

So, while the Potter Family still held to some of the old etiquettes of their lost position, the Blacks were still held to those standards. All this really meant was the young Potters life was about to get ripped open and turned inside out. He would learn facts of the Magical world that no normal muggle-raised child ever could. And he'd probably be shocked to learn some of the more… archaic traditions that were still help in practice.

She wasn't a malicious person by nature but sometimes, she just had to have some fun. It would be so much fun when she tells the news to her Daughter. Although, it might be a better idea if she waits a year or so. That way Potter wont just explode when she brings it up.