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(Harry's Schedule is on my page)

Harry woke up bright and early the next day, even though he had been out so late last night. He remembered that he was finally at HOGWARTS he had been waiting for many years, and today was his first day, he was getting his schedule, and going to a couple of classes.

Harry got up, went over and woke up Regulus, who was a very heavy sleeper and jumped in the shower. He put on his robes, and felt a small lump in his pocket, he was confused at first, before he remembered the snitch that he had put in there the night before. He felt it and was about to pull it out before he remembered that it was almost time for breakfast.

"Are you guys ready to head to breakfast?" At this Ron's head shot straight up, and they all nodded, hungrily, and made their way down to breakfast.

"There look,"

"Where?"

"Next to those other three boys, the redhead, the bucked-tooth, and the long hair,"

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?" The whispers followed them as they walked into the great hall and took a seat at the Gryffindor table. As much as he liked the attention, he wished people didn't gawk at him like some animal at a Muggle zoo. He had just begun to eat when Dumbledore announced that the schedules would be handed out today, but Harry didn't even listen, he already knew all of this information, of course. Then there was a big "Oooh" as the mail owls came in through some holes in the ceiling. Eventually, Harry spotted Hedwig, and, as she came down, he noticed an envelope and a newspaper in her talons. Hedwig dropped the two parcels on the table, then began to affectionately nibble Harry's ear. Harry tossed the newspaper aside, after only a quick glance, which revealed nothing of importance, and opened the letter from his mum and dad.

Dear Harry,

We hope you enjoyed, your first night at Hogwarts, Albus tells us that you got put into Gryffindor. We're so proud of you! Remember that you have to pay attention in class, even Binns' History of Magic Class. Even at your age, it is important to think about your future. Don't get into any trouble, we wouldn't want to have to send a howler, now would we? Please respond soon, we can't wait to hear from you!

Love,

Mum and Dad

P.S. I hope you liked your gifts, and I have attached a Quick-Quotes-Quill to the back of the letter, just tell it to take notes then have yourself a nice nap, however, I would suggest you only use this in professor Binns class.

Harry smiled at the last part, he was about to write a reply, before remembering that he had left his bag in the dorm. He would reply later. Harry finished his breakfast and began to converse with Neville, who unlike Regulus, and Ron, was somewhat excited to get to classes. A few minutes later, Professor Dumbledore stood up and made his way to the owl-shaped podium.

"Ahem, students, you are dismissed to return to your common rooms, where your heads of houses will promptly hand out your," Harry and his friends got up and made their way, back up to the common room.

Once in the common room, all the students sat down and waited for Professor McGonagall to come in and give them their schedules. When she did come in, she was levitating the stack, and with a flick of her wand, she sent them, flying to the students. Harry grabbed his schedule out of the air and began to look it over after looking at it for a while, he realized he was one of the last students left in the common room, he was confused at this, before realizing that his first class, transfiguration, began in five minutes. Harry ran up the stairs, and grabbed his bag, before going down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He burst out of the portrait of the fat lady and hurried down the grand staircase. Luckily he didn't get stuck on any that decided to move, he got to class, with a minute to spare, when he got to class, he looked around and realized that there was no teacher then he looked again and saw a cat on Professor McGonagall's desk, then it dawned on him, this was a transfiguration class, of course, Professor McGonagall was an animagus.

"Hello, professor," Harry said as he sat down, next to Regulus, most of the class looked very confused, but Regulus was on the verge of breaking down in a fit of laughter.

"Very astute observational skills, Mr. Potter. Five points to Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall said, after jumping off the desk, and transforming back to a human. Harry enjoyed the class, they didn't do any wand work as it was the first day, they mostly focused on the basic concepts of transfiguration, which Harry already knew, as it was one of his dad's favorite subjects in school. However, Professor McGonagall did say that on Friday, they would attempt to turn a needle into a matchstick, which Harry was looking forward to.

When they were dismissed, Professor McGonagall called Harry up to the front of the class and asked him how he had recognized her. He said that it was the spectacle rings around her eyes. She dismissed him and he had to run to catch up with the rest of the Gryffindor first-years as they made their way up to the common room. However, on his way, he almost ran into Daphne Greengrass and her friend Tracy Davis, who was from a minor pureblood family, and he could've sworn he'd seen a small blush on Daphne's face, but when he turned around, her face was as cold as ice.

He caught up with the others, just as they were making their way through the portrait hole. From there it was a mad dash to the tables around the room.

"So what did you guys think of your first class?" Hermione asked the group sitting down with them."

"Boring"

"Interesting"

"I already knew everything"

"What?"

"I'm with you, Neville, I thought the class was very interesting, especially the part where they talked about Hassall's laws of transfiguration." This was the point where all of the boys, except for Neville decided to take their stuff upstairs.

After their off hour, the Gryffindor first years headed to charms class with professor Flitwick, Harry had met professor Flitwick before, at the ceremony where his mom had gotten her charms mastery. He was a half-goblin, but he was a good person, and widely accepted as the greatest charms master, currently living. Harry got to class and sat between Hermione and Regulus. Regulus almost laughed at seeing the professor standing on a mountain of books, before seeing a Ravenclaw near him, give him a death stare. He did, however, laugh when professor Flitwick was calling roll and toppled off the tower of books, upon saying Harry's name. Flitwick taught them Lumos and Nox. Of course, Harry already knew these, as his mom or dad used almost daily. Harry was almost asleep, as he had performed the two charms with ease, when the class was dismissed, to the common room, and lunch.

After lunch, the first year Gryffindors, as well as the Hufflepuffs, made their way to the third greenhouse, for Herbology with Professor Sprout. She was a dumpy little witch, though clearly very achieved in her area of expertise. Harry, Regulus, and Ron went to sit over by Ernie MacMillan, a Hufflepuff from a Scottish pureblood family, in their year, whereas, Neville and Hermione chose to sit with Susan and Hannah. Similarly to transfiguration, they didn't do much, but they did talk about some different plants they would be working with this year. At some of the names, Neville got very excited, which made sense to Harry, as the Longbottom family fortune, came from the Longbottom Apothecary and Greenhouse conglomerate. After Herbology, the first years made their way back up to the common room, where Harry took out a piece of parchment, to respond to his parent's letter.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I did enjoy my first day at Hogwarts, all of the Gryffindors are really cool, and I got put into Gryffindor with Regulus, Neville, Ron, and two other boys. So far, I have had transfiguration, which was pretty fun, even though I already knew much of what we learned. I haven't gotten into any trouble yet, in fact, I gained 5 points from Professor McGonagall. Thank you so much for the gifts, dad and good luck at the world cup. Also, the man you called 'Snivellus' in Diagon Alley is our potions professor. I haven't had History of Magic yet, but how bad could it be? Lastly, who is Wormtail?

Love,

Harry

P.S. I found a room, behind a tapestry of a Hippogriff, and there was a picture of you guys, Uncle Sirius, Aunt Marlene, and Neville's parents, as well as one of Fred and George, two old ones, I didn't know, and a kid who looked like me, named Tom Riddle.

Harry folded the note up and told Reulgus he was heading to the owlery. He made his way down the stairs, and out the entrance hall; took the long path down to the owlery. He got there and saw another student, a Ravenclaw, a year ahead of him, named Cho Chang. She turned at the noise and greeted him. He responded then made his way to the stand where Hedwig was sleeping, he woke her up, and she started screaming at him.

"You should've let her sleep,"

"Yeah, I get that now," Harry said as he tried to calm her down, then tied the little note to her leg.

"Sorry, Hedwig, but I need you to bring this to mum." She screeched at him one more time, before taking off, out one of the large windows. He said goodbye to Cho, then climbed back down the stairs. He looked at his watch, and noticing the time, began to jog back to the castle. By the time he got back, it was 6:10, he walked into the great hall and found a seat, next to Regulus.

"Took you long enough,"
"The Owlery is pretty far away, and Hedwig attacked me when I woke her up," Regulus looked satisfied with this answer. They all finished dinner, then headed back up to the common rooms. The four boys, as well as Fred, George, and Angelina sat down around the fireplace. Harry took out his snitch and started playing with it.

"Oi, Harry where did ya that?" George asked.

"My dad gave it to me on the platform, before I boarded the train,"

"Cool, speaking of your dad, how's the national team looking," Harry told them how his dad had been practicing a lot and had said they were looking 'championship worthy'. Not long after, the boys went to bed, all the first-years looking forward to their first Defense Against the Dark Arts Lessons. Harry, however, couldn't sleep, he kept having this dream that he was wearing Professor Quirrell's turban, only backward, and it wouldn't stop talking about a stone. And it reeked of garlic. Eventually, however, he did manage to get some sleep.

Harry once again woke up bright and early, glad to be done with the night or restless sleep. He walked down to breakfast with Regulus. At breakfast, however, he got quite a pleasant surprise. Four different public postal owls came in with small bundles of letters for him. He was very confused until he opened them to see fan mail, he had received some before, especially, after a book was published about him, two years, ago. One letter, however, was soaked in a mild love potion, which is why all the mail to Potter Manor is checked through by the goblins, at Gringotts. However, since this was a public place, they couldn't exactly do that. Harry decided to read through some, and Regulus grabbed a stack too, some of the letters gave them a good laugh, though it was interesting to see the signatures, somewhere a name, some were just Your Secret Admirer, and some were clearly signed by very young children, even when the letters had adult penmanship. After breakfast, Harry and Regulus grabbed all the letter, and took them up to the common room, and made a game out of throwing them into the ever-blazing fire.

Eventually, it was time to head to class. Harry and Regulus, went to the third floor, to meet up with Neville, who was in the library, then they headed down to the first floor, where the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was. They walked in just as class began, and immediately choked on the intense smell of garlic, this made them look at the teacher very strangely, and notice that not only was he wearing the ever-present purple turban, but he was also holding a large lizard.

"Ah, m… m… messrs P… Potter, Black, and Longbottom, nice of you to join us. P… please, t… take a seat," Professor Quirrell said in a somewhat fearful voice, as Malfoy was snickering from the corner," The class that they were all so excited for, ended up being a big disappointment, instead of learning a new hex or jinx, they listened to Quirrell's ridiculous tales. He told of his adventures in Romania, where he had encountered a rather unfriendly vampire, who was still looking for him, thus the garlic, and when Dean Thomas asked where he got his turban, he claimed to have been given it by an African king, as thanks for disposing of a particularly troublesome mummy. However, when questioned further about the mummy, he couldn't describe how he had gotten rid of it, and began talking about more mundane things.

By the time the hour was over, all of the students were grateful, and couldn't wait for lunch. Unfortunately, they had another study hour before lunch was ready, so Harry and Neville, headed to the library, to complete the homework that professor Flitwick had assigned the day before and to pre-read some of the material for potions. Eventually, lunch came, and the two boys raced down to the Great Hall. They sat next to Regulus, and the Weasleys. Lunch, however, as all good things must, came to an end, and they were off to potions.

Harry, and Regulus left the Great Hall early, so as to ensure they made it to the dungeons in time. They walked into Snape's class, right on time. He began the class by taking roll call, and as the other teachers had, he paused at Harry's name.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," He said as he brought his cold black eyes, up to see Harry's, before immediately dropping them as a pained expression crossed his face.

"Good, then, you are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," Professor Snape said, as he walked back and forth in front of the students. The class was silent, the Gryffindors out of slight fear, and the Slytherins out of excitement, "There will be no foolish wand-waving, in this classroom, in fact, many of you may not believe that what you are doing is actually magic, but I assure you, the art of potion making is one of the most powerful types of magic there is, it can cause uncontrollable love, luck, sleep, death, or nearly any other emotion or physical maladies you could dream of," At the end of his speech, Malfoy, along with some of the other Slytherins began to clap, however, Harry was happy to see Daphne roll her eyes at the Professor's dramatics.

"WEASLEY," he called out suddenly," surprising most of the class, "What would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" At the question Ron made a face, showing he clearly didn't know what Snape was even talking about. "Five points from Gryffindor for not doing any reading over the summer.

"ZABINI, same question"

"You would get a sleeping potion known as the draught of living death,"

"Correct, good job Zabini, ten points to Slytherin," Snape then told them to open their books to page 17, and brew a cure for boils, it took them, almost thirty minutes of crushing snake fangs, and mixing their cauldron to complete, well for those who did complete it, Seamus somehow made his cauldron explode, while Ron turned his into a pile of scrap, somehow. During the time it took them to complete their potions, he criticized every member of Gryffindor house, except for Harry, for their inability to brew event the simplest of potions. It was odd, he didn't even look at Harry once. An hour later, they were released from the dungeons, and from Snape's evil clutches.

"Oi, Harry, how did you manage to get Snape, to just ignore you like that, he was beating on me as if I had tortured his father," Regulus said, as he jogged to catch up to Harry.

"I honestly don't know, he looked at me, like he was going to call on me, but then he looked away, immediately, it was rather odd," The rest of the day flew by, with an uneventful dinner.

The next day was Harry's first flying lesson, he was very excited because he was a very good flyer, probably one of the best of his age. Harry and Regulus were so excited, that they couldn't even eat, in fact, even Ron ate a normal portion. However, when the mail did come in, along with Harry's daily piles of letters, which he and Regulus began to open immediately, came a small package for Ron. Ron, curious, as to what was in it opened the box, to see a note.

Dear Ronald,

I do hope you are having a good time at Hogwarts, and congratulations on getting into Gryffindor! As a gift, we have gotten you a remembrance, so that you never forget your classes.

Love,

Mum, Dad, and Ginny

Ron opened the bow, to see a small, clear ball, with a golden ring around it, filled with a white gas.

"Woah," Ron said as he looked at it very closely, as it amplified the size of his eye on the other side. Ron quickly hid it as Malfoy came up.

'What've you got there weasel-boy?" Malfoy said, but as Ron was trying to convince him he didn't have anything, Draco quickly grabbed Ron's arm and began to pull.

"Let go of him, Malfoy," Harry said, standing up, and taking out his wand.

"Fine, I'll see you lot at flying lessons," Malfoy said, violently dropping Ron's arm, and storming out of the Great Hall.

"Thanks, Harry,"

"What are friends for Ron?"

They had flying lessons straight after breakfast, so after Dumbledore finished the morning announcements they headed straight for the Quidditch pitch. Somehow, they ended up walking next to Malfoy, who wouldn't shut up about first years hardly ever being allowed on house teams.

"Shut up Malfoy, as if you'd even be good enough to make it onto a house team. Even one as bad as Slytherin,"

"Shut your mouth Potter, I bet I'm better than you," Malfoy said. Harry was about to respond before Regulus spoke up.

"How dull are you Malfoy, he has been training with his father, who by the way is the best seeker in the world since he was three," This shut Malfoy up real quick, he then stormed off, followed closely by his ever-present cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Merlin's beard, won't that git ever shut up," Ron said as they neared the pitch. It was a clear, breezy day, as they entered the Quidditch pitch. As they walked in, they saw a woman, wearing thick gloves, and large goggles that made her look somewhat like an owl, standing in front of two lines of brooms.

"Welcome first-years, to your first flying lesson, my name is Madam Hooch, please stand to the left of one of the brooms." The first years all shuffled around for a bit, before standing next to a broom, Harry ended up between Hermione and Regulus. "Okay class, now stick out your right hand, and say UP!," As she said it, her broom, flew up into her hand, "Now you try,"

"UP!" Everyone shouted. Harry, Regulus, and Draco's brooms all flew straight into their hand, Draco raised his head to Harry with a smirk, which upon seeing that Harry had also gotten it first try turned into a scowl. The rest of the class took a bit longer, with Neville taking three tries, Ron also taking three, but his broom ended up hitting him square in the face with a big THWACK. Hermione was the only person who couldn't quite get her broom in the air. Harry noticed her saying up as if asking a question, so he leaned over and told her to say it with force as if commanding the broom to do what she said. She looked at him a little disturbed but tried it anyway. After this, it took her only three tries to get it up.

Eventually, Madam Hooch had them all mounted their brooms and told them to kick off the ground at her whistle, then come back to the ground. She blew her whistle and they all got off the ground, but when they were supposed to come back down, Hermione, however, kept rising, as her face turned white, it became clear she wasn't doing it on purpose. Madam Hooch mounted her broom, just as Hermione slid off hers, she fell forty feet, and just barely missing Madam Hooch, landed in a heap with a sickening THUMP. Madam Hooch raced down to check on her, she looked her over, before deciding to take her to the hospital wing, she helped her up, before turning around to address the students.

"Okay, I have to take her to the hospital wing, I expect all of you to keep your feet on the ground until I return, if I see a single broom in the air, you will be out of Hogwarts, faster than you can say Quidditch," She turned back around and took a hobbling Hermione up, towards the castle.

A few minutes later, Malfoy walked over, to make fun of the Gryffindors, and without anyone noticing took the remembrall right out of Ron's pocket.

"Ooh, a remembrall, your parents must have saved up quite a while to get you this Weasley," Malfoy said, as the Slytherins laughed.

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry said.

"You can have it if you can catch me," Malfoy said nastily, as he took off. Harry grabbed his broomstick and ignoring Neville's pleads for him to stay on the ground, took off. He could feel the blood pumping in his ears, and boiling in his veins, if Malfoy could get him this angry, after less than a week, how was he going to last a year, let alone seven. Harry pushed the broom faster, and faster, higher and higher, until eventually the cheers of the crowd below disappeared, beneath the fog.

Malfoy looked, back to see where Harry was when he saw how fast Harry was gaining on him, he got a scared look, in his eyes, at this, Harry smirked. Out of frustration, Draco threw the small orb towards the castle. Harry watched it fly much farther than it should've, before falling, much faster than it should've. He turned the handle of his broom, and took off, going down, and down, racing the ball. The wind was whistling in his ears, messing with his hair; whipping his robe around him. He dived and came closer, and closer, to the castle, he had caught up with the ball, and turned, catching the ball, right in front of a window, where a stunned-looking Professor McGonagall was watching. Harry held his arm up in delight, as he made his way towards the crowd. He hit the ground running, straight to the group of students from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, giving everyone high-fives, and getting hugs from some of the girls.

"Did you see that?"

"Merlin's beard, that was amazing," Harry turned around to see a very sour-looking Malfoy, talking to Crabbe and Goyle. Then he saw a blushing Daphne Greengrass, this made him happy, before remembering that she was now the enemy.

"HARRY POTTER!" Harry turned in the direction of the voice to see a very angry-looking Professor McGonagall, as well as a now-elated Malfoy. "Follow me," Professor McGonagall said, and Harry obeyed, following her into a side entrance of the school, where she stopped. "That was very irresponsible, you could have broken your neck. However, that was also some of the best flying I have ever seen," Professor McGonagall said, a smile growing on her face. Harry was about to thank her, when she began walking again, setting a brisk pace, that Harry had to jog to keep up with. For a minute Harry thought he was going to be expelled, and she was taking him to Professor Dumbledore's office, but then she stopped in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. She told him to stay there as she went in, and was also taken aback by the smell for a moment, before asking Professor Quirrell to borrow Wood for a moment. Harry thought that wood was a cane, she was going to beat him with, but he ended up just being a guy, who Harry had seen around the common room. Before Harry had the chance to say hello, she took off again, not stopping until they reached her third-floor office.

"In," she said, opening the door, "Oliver Wood, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Oliver Wood. Harry, Oliver here is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Oliver, I've found you a seeker.