Harry and Fleur, Birth of the Next Shadowmancer
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Soundtrack: Amaranth - Nightwish, By The Way - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Chapter 3 Oversized Noses in My Pudding
Harry got up and met Fleur for breakfast. They made their way down from the Ravenclaw tower, smiling the entire way. Just the very presence of the other making them both happy. It was bittersweet as they both knew they would be in separate classes during most days.
Harry refuse to let that get them down. They talked and laughed all morning as they waited for the schedules to be passed out. His grin making Fleur's heart flutter. Harry even pointed out that if they were in class they would just be distracting each other which would be bad for their learning. Fleur smiled wistfully, thinking it might be worth it.
Professor Flitwick came down before more students arrived to talk with Fleur, the diminutive professor had a very high pitched voice with an interesting squeak, but was incredibly friendly and personable. Harry smiled as the Professor discussed Fleur's extra credit classes. After she picked Runes and Advanced Magical Theory for her classes, her schedule shifting to include these new classes.
Harry received his and laughed a bit at he looked it over. Fleur also laughed, it seemed that today was going to be a rough as he had McGonagall first thing, followed by a break and then Double Potions with Snape after lunch to finish it out.
"Well, at least after Monday it's mostly all downhill," Harry remarked.
"Oui, you'll have to be careful 'Arry," Fleur warned. "We're still not sure how Snape, or McGonagall will react to you."
"It'll be alright, I got you watching my back!" Harry smiled brightly.
"Non, I do have my own classes," She said with a grin, "but I will 'elp you with your 'omework as long as you put forth an effort."
"You're the best!" Harry smiled and kissed her cheek before the two got up and left early. Neither of them knew were anything was left them to hunt for the rooms they needed to find. A few questions with some helpful older students and both parted for their own classes. Fleur for charms and Harry for Transfiguration.
All joking and theories aside Harry was actually looking forward to his first lesson in magic. Transfiguration had so much to go off of on just a theoretical level. Fleur had told him if that thee multitude of ways to change things from one to another it would never be terribly hard to do as long as you understood general laws of matter and transference. He found it interesting that you could turn a mouse into a lion but by transitive laws something had to be given to expand, most of the time the users own magic, but a true master of the transfiguration arts used more of the surrounding world to create the missing space.
Harry was the first to arrive and took a spot near the front of the room. He was supposed to be sharing classes with the Gryffindor's for Transfiguration. He vaguely wondered if anyone besides himself and the other Ravenclaw's even bothered read the first chapter. Probably not. He thought.
Harry studied the cat on the professor's desk. It seemed to be watching closely. While not truly unusual for a cat, the apparent glasses surrounding the cat's eyes made it pretty likely this was an animagus, most likely Professor McGonagall. Harry wasn't sure what to think about it, he gave the cat a little wave and it nodded back to him. He grinned and opened his book, no reason not to refresh himself on the curriculum.
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch was honestly a very fascinating book. Mr. Switch did know his stuff when it came to explaining the basics of one of the most important branches of Conventional Magic. It followed the rule of explain it like you were talking to a five year old, and honestly, for an introduction it work. It even had early examples to get young magic users interested in it.
Harry had reached the part of the book were it was explaining just how the four key elements –Earth, Fire, Air, and Water- were fundamental in converting energy and magic to cause a target to change when he heard someone burst into the back of the classroom. The noise cause him to spin around irritated.
Two boy from Gryffindor, a Redhead and a Ginger haired kid, Renault and Shamus? Harry thought to himself, came busting in running like their lives depended on it. "Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late." Renault said.
One of them made the comment they made it. By Harry's watch they were about two minutes late when his cat friend transformed before all of them back into her human form. The redhead gulped, "That was brilliant professor."
"Indeed Mr. Weasley, might I suggest you find you find your seat." Kitty professor said in a no non-sense mood. "2 points each from Gryffindor for your tardiness and rudeness." Weasley and his friend must have decided silence was the better part of valor and decided to take seats in the far back away from the scary kitty. "And take 3 points Mr. Potter, for not only being early, but studying the material before class. I hope other's here can follow your example."
Harry looked surprised, but acknowledged the praise with a nod. The bushy haired bossy girl seemed to narrow her eyes at Harry but he ignored her. Harry did a quick appraisal of the class, he really should make friends with people in Gryffindor, they were the only group he didn't already have friends with. His examination showed he probably wouldn't want to be friends with Bushy or Renault. One looked angry at him for getting points the other looked sick at the idea of studying.
A dark haired girl towards the back with grey eyes had pulled a book out to read after Harry was given points. She was sitting alone and some of the other Gryffindor students were giggling at the way she reacted causing the grey eye girl to look ashamed. Harry frowned at this and decided to take action to stop this.
Harry gathered his things and moved into the seat next to her, sure it was further away from the front but he couldn't stand the idea of someone being made fun of just for trying to do the right thing. The girl in question blushed at his action but said nothing and just read the chapter. Cat professor watched Harry's motion but aside from a slight smile said nothing.
The class opened up with a roll call, it seems that Bushy was actually named Hermione and that Renault was actually Ronald. He'd have to remember that eventually. The girl next to him was Sally-Anne Perks, Harry should have remembered that seeing as she went before him during the Sorting. Harry realized he was so focused on the hat he had stop paying attention to the details. He'd have to fix that. For now it was time to try and turn a matchstick into a needle.
This wasn't as hard as he originally thought, not nearly as hard as learning Primal magic. With no focus but your own will and intent, it took over a year before he manage to alter any shadow from its location. This though, this was easy, almost boringly so. Harry realized of course that this was an introduction class, the first in fact, so he shouldn't be too upset by it.
Both the matchstick and needle were of the Earth element, that would make life a bit easier. The matchstick had two components versus the needle's one, that would be were most people went wrong. The bottom of the matchstick was still wood, that was easy enough, but the striker was made up of multiple parts, luckily it was also made up of all metals that just combust. This was good, no change in element, Harry guessed it was time to get started
He studied the matchstick for a bit, he looked around and noticed that no one took the time to visualize the change, a few students including Bushy (Harry may know her name, but he was still going to call her that) went straight into trying. A few were checking with the book for reference before trying. A grin caught his face and Professor McGonagall quirked an eyebrow at him.
Harry winked at her and took his wand from on the table. His wand was forged by a wandmaker by the name Brokkr, it was made in front of him it with wood from a Hornbeam tree and made from the crushed fang of a fenrisian wolf coated in the blood of a Norwegian Ridgeback. He raised it and gently whispered the incantation, the incantation was all for intent purposes and since the match had his full attention, he would be fine with just a whisper. The match slowly changed into a needle, he focused on details as it changed into a needle, making the bottom of the wood the pointed instead of the top, using the top to make the hole for thread. Harry lengthened it slightly to make up for the extra size, he felt his magic comply. It was much easier to do this then his primal magic, he also felt something leaving him. It intrigued Harry, and he almost lost focus, but he went back. After roughly 1 minute of casting the change was complete.
Harry smiled widely and held up the needle for the Professors inspection. She had a small smile on her face as she took it and examined it. It was by and far the most perfect cast she had ever seen a first year do.
"5 points to Ravenclaw for your cast Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall intoned, "And 2 points to Gryffindor for a good attempt Miss Granger. Now Harry, why don't you explain what you did to the class. I'm curious how your cast took much longer then the others."
"Umm..." Harry started rather embarrassed. "I made sure that my focus was always on the match and were it was and what needed to change next. I also noticed that the Striker was the biggest part so use that for the thread hole instead of the point."
"Excellent observation, take another 4 points for Ravenclaw," Kitty Professor gave as credit. "Remember, it is never about how fast you go, but how well you visualize the image in your head. Harry please spend the rest of cast working on your cast time. I would like you down to 5 seconds, however as a reward for your well thought out answer you are exempt from having to right the essay."
Harry nodded with a smile and turned to the set of matches. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Sally-Anne was having trouble. She had yet to get her match to do She was getting frantic and was flipping back and forth from the book trying to get it to work. Harry felt for the girl, he reached out and put a gentle hand on the girls wand hand. She looked at him, distress obvious on her face.
"Stop," Harry said in a little above the whisper. "If you let yourself get to upset, your magic won't work as you want it. Take a deep breath, or even a few and try to calm down."
Sally-Anne did as she was told. It took a few minutes but she calmed down. "Better?" Harry asked. She nodded.
"Yes, thank you." Sally-Anne replied. "I'm sorry... In primary school I tried hard in my classes, but I always had problems learning. It's tough when I realize that things hadn't changed."
"Maybe you just need someone to teach you differently," Harry smiled. "Here, I'll help you out. He grabbed her wand hand and gently adjusted her position so it was pointed at the match. "What are you thinking about when you try to change the match."
"Umm," She said embarrassingly, "Nothing really. I was thinking magic just did it for me."
"A common mistake when your new to magic, When you try casting it just visualize the match changing into a needle. Just the change not the start or end result. The end will come when it gets there, but the start will just have you stuck with a match." Harry said as he let go of her hand.
She took another breath and stopped, just thinking about what Harry said. She raised her wand and said the spell, with her eyes close spending the entire time visualizing the change. It was easier then she thought, all she though about was watching Harry's change and copying it. She felt something inside her move, and she felt the warmth of her wand as she did when she received it from Ollivander's.
Sally-Anne didn't open her eyes. She was scared to. She had felt the magic stop and new it was done. She kept her eyes shut not wanting to screw up. She felt Harry's hand come on her shoulder and only then did she open it.
Her needle looked great, even better then Granger's. It still had a slight bit of red around the hole and the needle itself wasn't sharp when Professor McGonagall touched, but Sally-Anne didn't care. She had done it! She had actually done magic! Sally-Anne turned and hugged Harry tightly to which he laughed and pet her head gently.
"4 points to Gryffindor, Miss Perks. Some flaws, but with practice you will get it." The professor said to her. "I expect you to have it perfect by next class Miss Perks, but do not worry about cast time. If you get it perfect I will exempt you also from the essay, if not I expect it ready to be turned in."
"Thank you Professor," Sally-Anne nodded happily. In your face Gryffindor House she thought to herself.
The professor nodded. Harry could see Bushy sitting there glowering at the two, she had still been trying and had gotten closer but still no luck. Harry had seen at least part of the problem she was having, but decided not to deal with the angry lion cub. Best to just focus on his own improvement now. Sally-Anne and him worked quietly, Harry to get faster, Sally to get the sharpness and color right.
Class continued and Sally had almost finished her task. Harry had gotten it down to 20 seconds. He thought he could probably get it lower but he kept getting distracted by the feeling of his magic. It was something new to him and he enjoyed the feeling almost as much as he enjoyed having Fleur around. Harry would need to move past that but he had three days to work on it. He was confident he could get it down below 5 seconds.
As class was dismissed Harry packed his stuff away and hung back waiting on Sally-Anne. "You did very well today," he said to her.
"It's cause of your help..." She replied shyly. "Do you mind sitting with me in Transfiguration next class. Seeing your change helped me visualize mine."
"Sure I don't mind," Harry said. "Friends help each other right?"
Sally-Anne smiled, "Yeah that's right."
They rounded the corner together and came face to face with a group of upset Gryffindors. "Yes?" Harry questioned them.
"What do you think your doing hanging out with her, Potter?" Ronald said with anger.
Harry was confused, why were these people angry at him. "Is it rude to be with friends in this country? I would hate to think that I have lost the right to talk to who I want."
"You're a claw!" Seamas exclaimed "Why don't you make friends in your own house!"
"But I do hav-" Harry tried but he was cut off.
"Not only that, but you were hanging out with those dirty snakes on the train ride!" Ronald continued
"But they weren't even sor-" Harry continued getting annoyed quickly. He saw a cat round the corner and tried to reign his anger in.
"Not only that, but you made us look bad and now we have to do extra work!" Hermone exclaimed, not that she was upset at the prospect, just that he did better than her.
"Guy's" Sally-Anne said as she tried to stand between Harry and the small crowd of lions. Ron raised his hand to slap her, but before he brought it down it stopped suddenly. She retreated quickly to Harry and looked at him. Sally-Anne shivered, something wasn't right. It was darker all of a sudden, the air was colder to, she looked at Harry and he looked livid.
"You would dare strike a woman for no reason other than she did better than you?" Harry questioned, his voice was quiet, and cold. Ron struggled to move his arm to no avail. Harry took a step closer and the rest stepped back. "Are you really that much of an idiot? Would it help to know that McGonagall was right behind you?"
Suddenly they all turned, impressive for Ron seeing as his Hand was in the same position as before. The Professor looked at them all. "Mr. Potter, why don't you take Miss Perks to the Great Hall for Lunch. I have to have a word with some of my Lions."
Harry released the magic he had on Ronald and took Sally-Anne by the hand and rushed passed them all. He lost control. It was only for a moment and he didn't lash out as he could have but he didn't mean to drop the temperature as much as he had... or at all really. He'd settle for not getting in trouble and reeling in his anger before he accidentally froze the hand of that ginger haired kid. He was much better than this, Harry did a quick check and noted not all the anger was his, some was Fleur's and she was livid.
After a good distance he stopped and composed himself. He sent a thought to Fleur about how the problem was well in hand now and that they could relax. "Sorry about that Sally-Anne... I almost lost control when he looked like he was going to hit you."
Sally-Anne blushed and looked away. "It's okay Harry, how'd you know where McGonagall was."
"I saw Kitty Professor walking past us to get behind them. She must have heard their petulant whining and came to check it out. Sorry to drop the temperature on you." Harry replied
Sally-Anne's eyes widen, "You did that?"
"Yeah, I also stopped Ronald's hand, the temperature though was only cause I was angry. Gotta work on that." Harry said. "I don't even know why there mad?"
"I've gotten good at reading people," Sally-Anne said. "I can take a guess after spending last night in Gryffindor."
"Oh do tell," Harry said as they wondered around trying to find the great hall by retracing his steps. Wondering why he couldn't make his way back to the first floor.
"Well Hermione was studying the entire time before bed, reading and rereading her books for today." Sally-Anne started, "But, she never actually practice what she read, she just read. Probably hoping that just reading was good enough for class. If I wagered a guess she was probably top of her class in primary school, and doesn't like that someone else is stealing what was once her limelight. You probably hurt her pride, but I get the feeling that she'll eventually just accept it... or go crazy with trying to outdo you."
"Well if she never practices she will never get better." Harry declared as they walked down the stairs, having finally found them, only to trip on a trip step. "Bugger, what about the redhead. Ronald?"
"Ronald Weasley, or Ron as he is called by his brothers, is the youngest male of 6 with most of his brothers being very good at what they do. Ron is good at chess and has a lot to say about to say about some Magical sport called Quidditch." Sally-Anne said as she reflected on the details. "If I had to guess, Ron has an inferiority complex and was hoping that by being friends with you."
Harry looked up at that. He knew he was a superstar in Great Britain, but I mean come on. "Really?"
"Well, if he was to become your best friend he would be able to be lazy since the great thing about him is that the two of you are friends and he could do whatever he wants." Sally-Anne nodded. "Actually that makes sense, he seems to be a kind of lazy slob who pines after other's titles but refuses to do the work for it."
"Hmm," Harry said. "I guess being friends with me comes with some perks." Sally-Anne flinched slightly at that. "Sorry," Harry continued, "I didn't mean for that pun, but I will remember it." He grinned. "But being my friend won't be easy. I have a lot of work ahead of me and I won't do with just anyone. You gotta be willing to go the extra mile."
Sally-Anne blushed, "Well I'll try not to let you down Harry."
"I know you won't Sally-Anne." Harry said, finally reaching the Great Hall. "Let's eat."
~~Later that day~~
Harry once again showed up for up for class early. The professor for this, one Severus Snape, was not in. If Harry heard correctly from some of the older students he always like to come in with a flourish. His Potions class was taking place with the Hufflepuff's so Tonks was there sitting with Harry, trying to convince Harry to put down the potions book.
Harry wasn't using the normal book, but was already reading the Intermediate Potion Making by Libatus Borage. He still had the book on the table, but he read it already over the summer, and realized that he already learned a decent portion of what the book taught during his time with the Magical World Peace Corp, helping Mama Hel cure various ailments and diseases throughout the world.
Harry start learning potions at five around the same time he was being taught Shadow magic. He loved it, it was something he and Mama Hel did together and she explained everything to him to the best of his understanding. This class was going to be very boring he knew. Everyone filed in shortly there after, no one was late unlike the two Gryff's from his first class. He smiled and turned the page on the
Professor Snape burst into the room with his cape swirling around him. "There will be no little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper on death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Professor Snape intoned as he made his way to the front. The entire class gave him their undivided attention.
Harry barely held in a snort as he marked his page and put his book away unfazed, trying not to look as bored as he was. Tonks had give the professor her rapt attention, her mother claiming that while Snape's method's were unorthodox, that the batch that graduated his classes were among some of the better brewers to come from Hogwarts.
Snape gave out a roll call and barely held in a sneer as he called Harry's name, telling Harry everything he wanted to know about the man. Mainly, that Mama Hel was right and this Professor was a grudge holder, and would most likely give him a hard time. This prove to be a premonition as the Snape immediately honed his eyes on the bored stance of one Mr. Potter.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"They are the base ingredients to combine when you would make the Draught of the Living Death," Harry said sitting up slightly. Fleur felt harry get frustrated, and tried to calm him from her Runes' Class. Harry calmed slightly. "Which is a dangerous and much more advanced potion than beginning level potion brewers could make, Professor."
"Hmph, 5 points from Ravenclaw for your cheek Potter," Snape said with a half sneer, the other half appeared to be slight shock. Harry couldn't tell. "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"Besides your personal stock, Professor?" Harry said in a bored voice, "You would find it in the stomach of a goat. It is would neutralize most known poisons, most notably being the poison whose base ingredient includes petals from the Black Lotus, which has not had an antidote created and can only be counter acted by a bezoar."
"Another 5 points from Ravenclaw Mr. Potter!" Harry decided he had enough of this dungeon dweller. He stood up, grabbed his bad, and walked out the room, without looking back, not giving this man a chance to continue his removal of points.
Harry made his way to the Ravenclaw dorms after 20 minutes of getting lost. He knew that he was screwed for walking out the class, but he wasn't going to take a Professor bullying him, no matter how well accredited that professor was. He made his way into the dorm and found a comfy chair. He sat down and pulled out the book he was reading from before. He figured he could still use the class time given for studying.
Fleur joined him a short time later, she knew what had happen, she didn't even try to convince him how bad it would be to walk out the room. She figured that her best bet was just to sit with him. She helped talk with him about his potion's class and together they came up with a simple study plan to keep him on course for his class end of the year exams.
A short time later Flitwick came into the room. "Mr. Potter." he said grimly.
"Yes Professor," Harry said as he set the book aside and gave the little Professor the respect he deserved.
"Professor Snape says that you stormed out of his class in a fit," The tiny professor said with a surprisingly grim voice. "Your friend Tonks and several other students' disagree. You have been levied with a weeks detention and 50 points from Ravenclaw unless you can justify your actions to me. Then I will change the punishment accordingly."
"Professor," Harry said, a hand on his shoulder did much to calm him and Fleur coaching his words helped. "Mr. Snape, came into class with a rather dramatic speech, I heard this was the norm so I respectfully put my book away and prepared for his class. He then did a roll call just like Professor McGonagall did this morning."
Harry took a deep breath. "After that, he proceeded to berate me with questions from work of a much higher level skill than what a beginner potions class would be, including a question on The Draught of Living Death and the location of a Bezoar. I answered both questions with detail even though the Draught was found toward the back of the potions tome he suggested and Bezoar was located in the Appendix of said tome, I may have been a bit snarky, but not enough for the removal of points he took. After the second removal of points, I got up and as calmly as I could walked out of the class."
"So you did not throw a fit or make vile remarks about Professor Snape?" Flitwick asked with a slight relaxed look on his face.
"No professor, in fact I just left everything as is and grabbed my bag and left." Harry answered.
"Well then Harry, it is time to accept the punishment for your actions. Are you ready?" Flitwick said with little emotion. Harry nodded in reply. "Very well, since professor Snape already remove 10 points I think another 10 points for leaving class before the end of period will suffice that claim. As for detention, I will not give you one, nor allow you to attend another. Professor Snape acted out and so I will not let you be punished. For future reference it will be better to stay until the end and bring up the problem to me after for review."
Harry nodded in acceptance. "Seems I got a net loss of 8 points today professor I will try harder."
"I know you will Mr. Potter, now about Professor Snape's class-" Flitwick started.
"Actually profezzor." Fleur interrupted. "In the 'Ogwarts by lawz Harry does not have to attend the clazzez, just the end of year testz. Iz eet pozzible to study in here with another student and have Harry removed from the classes?"
"You are correct Miss Delacour." Flitwick replied with a slight frown. "However, that request needs to be approved by the Headmaster, and I have doubts that he would approve of Mr. Potter's subject change without knowing if he has any prior experience in Potions."
Harry snorted at that and Flitwick gave him a look. "Sorry Professor, I was raised by my mama and was lucky enough to travel around the world help to help her with her work with MaWPeC. The only job my mama would let me do is potion making and basic first aid. I've been making potions for about five years." He grinned and held up his book to the Professor. "It's one of my favorite hobbies, I hear my birth mother also loved it."
"Well then, I believe I should give you 10 points for not losing your cool sooner Mr. Potter, please keep working hard, Now I know the Headmaster may try to require you to go to the classes, but as your Head of House I look out for your best interest. So I will be reviewing all points deductions and detentions given to you by Professor Snape," Flitwick said. "If I deem that the punishment is appropriate, you will serve it. If I believe the punishment to harsh, I will amend it, and If I think that the punishment is undeserving, I will remove it entirely."
"Zank you professor," Fleur said with a slight smile.
"Yes, Thanks." Harry said.
"You are welcome Mr. Potter," Flitwick smiled, "I look forward to seeing you in Charms. Hopefully you show the same adeptness that Miss Delacour here did today. I do enjoy being impressed by my own Ravens."
Harry beamed at the as Professor as did Fleur, both watched him go.
"Do you tink dat Profezzor Fleetwick can convinse the 'Eadmazter?" Fleur asked.
"I'm happy just knowing he supports me," Harry said taking her hand gently.
The two got up and made their way down to the great hall for dinner. Smiling to each other. Day one complete. Now it was time for the return salvo from Dumbledore.
A/n: First off thank you Yahoo Answers for the parts I needed to manipulate Snape's speech, they were wonderful. Also Thanks you Potter Wiki for answer to questions I don't remember.
I decided I wanted a fresh slate character from Gryffindor, and thus Sally-Anne Perks was born. I do a bit of fact checking against to find out she could be either there or a Puff, decided to go with Gryffindor. She is literally a blank character so I am making her something I want, most everyone will have soe of their personality traits. Tonks general quirkiness and jokes, Fleur fierce temper and ungiving loyalty to her loved one, Harry's Bravery and resourcefulness, but Daphne, Tracy, and Sally are all fresh character mostly, Daphne I will make a bit more upright but Tracy is going in the Tonks crazy pit but with more puns and random mood killing, but Sally is my best work yet.
Sally's going to be the more down to earth girl. Sally is going to pay attention to her surroundings, she grew up thinking she wasn't as smart as other's, but Harry and the others will show she is much brighter then most everyone, she just sees the world differently. She is an observer, keeping track of simple emotions other people will have and remark on them, I'm think that making one of her parents a Psychologist. She's going to be a halfblood, but of someone who was a muggleborn, I'll give it some thought.
Anyways, Have any of you figured out my Agnafit reference? For those who didn't know it's what Stockholm was formerly known as. So yeah, Harry's home is in Sweden. If you look up Harry's wand it is all references to Norse Mythos, including the crushed wolf fang, hornbeam which is natural to Scandanavia, and Brokkr, which was a Dwarf Blacksmith in Norse Mythology. Even Hel is a reference to the Norse goddess of Helheim, the realm of the Dead.
Harry kept moving around the world though, learning different things about the world, Hel felt it was best to give harry the most open mind he could have about the world.
Next chapter will Harry and Fleur dealing with Dumbledore's reaction to the first days event. And it will have a light Mama cameo in it. I will hopefully have it out before Thanksgiving. (Ha... Ha ha ha ha... that was a funny joke :'( )
(Update: This chapter has had the last part rewritten for my own purposes. As pointed out it would be slightly unreasonable for Harry to be able to just walk out of potions with just a slap on the wrist. I came up with a new idea I want to run anyways, you'll see were I go with it. )