AN- well to my loyal audience (ye few but great few) i give you another chapter pf my actually rather good story. again i am looking for a beta (hint hint) and i hope you enjoy this new chapter
It was currently Halloween week and the castle population was thrilled beyond belief with the excitement as rumours of what was planned for the Halloween Feast made the mill. The firsties all wondered what kinds of food would be served while the older students debated the truth of the story that Professor Dumbledore hired a group of skeletal musicians and acrobats to perform. Harry of course was not taking part in any of these debates because he was wondering if Dumbledore would do the opposite just to spite him. Himself and Draco had become great friends, throughout the month but many were still on edge about their friendship. One especially and I bet you can guess who.
"Well Potter it appears you've turned dark. Not really surprising considering you hang around with Malfoy." Said the gryffindor Ronald Weasley as he sneered at the two from a nearby pillar.
Harry simply ignored him, and continued walking, an action which only added to his chagrin. Grabbing Harry by the shoulder and spinning around he growled at him. "Who do you think you are Potter? You think you can just ignore me?" Harry still hadn't said anything but now he was smiling, with one eyebrow raised at the arrogant gryffindor. Sliding his wand into his hand, for appearances only, he had him bound and stuck the ceiling in a flick. He made sure to move his mouth so he seemed to be muttering. Walking beneath him he finally spoke.
"You are Ronald Weasley." He stated calmly before continuing. "You belong to a poor family and as such you think that everybody who has something you want doesn't deserve it. You are jealous because of your brother's success and yet you do nothing to make something of yourself." He took a breath before deciding to end this petty squabble before a teacher came. "You insult a man merely because of his family and yet here you are sinking to their level by verbally assaulting me in front of my friend and for that you should be worried." With that he walked away with Draco but not before cancelling his spells with a twitch of his finger.
That was a week ago and Weasley had avoided him ever since, he still remembered the voice of his thousand-year-old, self warning him about the boy but he didn't know why, because of this he was wary of him. He was wary of the other girl too, Granger, but not as much as Weasley because she was mainly an annoyance. His last class before the school gave them a week off was charms with the hufflepuffs. As he walked into the class he saw feathers on the desks and the board free of notes, being once a teacher he knew what this meant. Practical class.
It turned out that the practical class wasn't as fun as he'd thought it would be. He had a feeling that the diminutive professor Flitwick knew that, but until confronted, Harry would say nothing. The object of the class was to levitate the aforementioned feather into the air and to try to hold it. Like in all classes Harry was waiting for someone to do it before he would so as not to arise suspicion but again like in all classes it was Hermione Granger that accomplished it first after a squabble with Weasley. Calming himself Harry pronounced the incantation quietly and hovered the feather only just off the desk so nobody would notice. Sadly his attempt was in vain as Flitwick had been watching him specifically as if waiting for just that. "Well it appears two students have done it five points to gryffindor miss Granger and…" he trailed off not knowing if Harry's house Harry merely shook his head not wanting any points as it would be a poor celebration if he won the house cup. Flitwick was surprised but consented somehow seeing his logic.
After class Harry was waiting on the courtyard bench for Draco when a familiar face passed him by. Never being the one to miss an opportunity in either life Harry got up and strode alongside her. "Well miss Greengrass how are you today?" Harry asked the raven-haired goddess that had kept him up for nights before he relearned occlumency to banish her from his dreams.
"Not that it's any of your business I am fine lord potter." Harry was shocked. Not that he'd been addressed so formally; no it was the fact that he only remembered now that he was a lord. A thousand years ago that was one of the highest honors but nowadays it was nothing but a rich man.
"Come now miss Greengrass must you address me so formally after all we are friends." He already knew what would happen next and as such had his wand out incase. Sadly it did him no help because she decided a physical approach and kneed him in the groin. He merely smiled and walked off until she was out of sight. As soon as she was Harry dropped to the ground and promptly screamed in agony. Most boys winced while some gave him respect for holding out as long as he did. Casting a pain relieving charm he hobbled over to Draco who was laughing his head off at his friends predicament. A small stinging hex sorted that out straight away. And the two were on their way to the slytherin common room. On the way Draco couldn't help himself before asking, "you had to try to hit on the ice queen didn't you?"
"Could you blame me I mean, have you looked at her?" Draco could only shake his head at his best friend. "And anyway how long did it take her to become the ice queen when we've only been here a month."
"She put a second year in the hospital wing for grabbing her ass." Draco stated still feeling sorry for the poor bloke
"So what the hell am I going to do for dinner if she can do that?" Draco nearly fell over like a child cartoon character before he remembered something. They were going to be late for the feast. When he said this to Harry he simply grabbed Draco and increased his speed to the point where he was a blur to the normal eye. He slowed down at the doors to the great hall and ignored Draco's pleas to teach him the trick in fact he ignored Draco completely until they were seated at the slytherin table (across from Daphne if your interested.)
"How did you learn that?" asked Draco.
"Family grimoire." Was the simple reply of Harry who was too busy annoying Greengrass by making suggestive faces at her, he stopped when she got up and left. Unfortunately this statement drew the attention of others. Family grimoires were rare now due to the fact that the magic inside them was considered 'dangerous' by the ministry of magic in nineteen eighty two. Most grimoires were hidden abroad to save them from destruction. He was about to explain more when professor Quirrel came bursting through the door screaming about a troll in the dungeon. 'Hogwarts where is the troll." Not believing Quirrel at all. He received back that the troll was in the first floor on his way to the second 'locate any students not in the great hall or on their way to the common rooms' the answer made him worried. Two girls were in the second floor toilet and the troll knew it too (Daphne and Hermione). Taking a deep breath Harry used the same technique as earlier and ran to the toilet. He was too late as the troll had already entered it before him. 'Oh screw it, guess Dumbledore is getting another point in the game then.' With that he drew his wand and went into the toilet.
He smelt the troll before he saw it, but what a sight he saw was twelve feet tall and with a spiked club. 'This is going to be fun' he thought as he saw the girls hiding in stalls, unable to see anything. Whistling to get its attention Harry gave it a death stare fit for Helga. The troll got rattled by just this and targeted Harry because of it. Said person smirked and launched himself in the air and used his magic to take away it's club lodging it into the wall of the toilet by its spikes. After that Harry hovered so that their heads were at even heights and began having a boxing match with it. He actually managed to do some damage before the troll opened his mouth and bit his hand, shattering it. Harry glared and lowered himself to the ground all the while still glaring at the troll who was laughing. "So you want to play dirty do you?" Raising his still good hand he created a stunner but held onto it. The reason nobody is able to stun a troll or a giant is because the art of charging spells until they're stringer is a lost one. But Harry remembered how to do it. Sadly with his eleven-year-old body it will make him exhausted. He began charging the spell until the ball that it was doubled in size and sparkled with untamed magic. He never noticed a teacher walk in at that time. With a cry of "stupefy." The spell was released and the troll was almost instantly stunned. Using his remaining magical reserves he bound it before promptly falling over. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the tiny charms master levitating him out before anybody came.
Harry awoke some hours later with his hand healed yet still exhausted he looked around recognizing Rowena's old office from years ago. He was in the charms master's office. "Ah your awake. Good I would have had a hard time explaining your absence but I suspect you can think of something for why you were missing."
"Yes I can sir but may I ask why I'm here?" Harry asked his voice weakened alongside the rest of his body.
"You are here because I brought you here after witnessing your fight with the troll." Causing Harry to be immediately alarmed. But the professor continued not noticing. "I mean not only could you charge a spell to that magnitude at eleven but you still had enough power to conjure ropes strong enough to hold a troll. And let's not forget that you did it all wandless. Now wonder you were bored in my classes." Harry let out a breath of relief that went unnoticed by the professor as he was still praising Harry.
"Professor can we please finish so I can go to bed?" Harry asked barely audible due to his weakness.
"Yes. Well anyway, I want you to train with me so that you can at least learn something in your years at Hogwarts. If in your third year you agree I will train you to go for your mastery in charms." Harry was shocked he not only got away with trying on a troll in first year but he also got to train with a modern day master of charms.
Of course all he could say was, "I'm in."