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Thousands Of Reasons To Smile
Chapter Seven
Sometimes we put up walls,
Not to keep people out,
But to see who cares enough
To knock them down
"There, look."
"Where."
"Next to the tall kid with the brown hair."
"Wearing the glasses?"
"No! The one in the middle!"
"Oh is he the one-?"
"Yes, he's the first year that set Abraxas Malfoy on fire."
Whispers followed the three brothers from the moment Harry left out of the hospital wing the next day. They had only managed to walk a few steps away from the infirmary before they were attacked by a mob of first year students. Practically all the first years wanted to meet the three Potters and hear their story of what had happened on the Hogwarts train.
Tom would just shoot the onlookers with glares or heated words like 'what the bloody hell are you staring at' or 'get the f*** out of my face'. Charlus seemed to be enjoying the attention much to both Tom and Harry's annoyance. He kept gloating on about how Malfoy was taken down by a first year.
Then they found themselves in the Great Hall. The four long house tables were loaded with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling- a dull, cloudy gray.
"Harry?" Charlus asked him concerned at the hesitant look that Harry was shooting towards the Slytherin table. They did not look like a cheerful group; in fact half of the table was giving all three brothers death glares which Tom equal returned back.
"They're going to eat me alive!" Harry whispered to his brothers.
"Then come eat with us, theirs no rule saying that you have to eat at your house table." Tom said tearing his gaze away from the Slytherin table to look at Harry's upset face.
"I'm a Slytherin. No way would I be allowed to sit with the Gryffindors of all places." Harry replied sighing.
"Says who?" Tom said outraged at Harry's statement.
"Mr. Potter, I'm glad to see you out of the Hospital Wing," Horace Slunghorn himself came up behind Harry and put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "come along, I'm sure you must be hungry and I was just about to give out your schedules!" Professor Slunghorn said ushering Harry away.
Harry shrugged his shoulders at his brothers before he was led away.
When Harry came to the Slytherin table, the conversation slowly died as Harry took a seat. The Slytherins sized him up, making him feel uncomfortable and out of place. Once Harry was seated down at the table with the rest of his classmates, mostly the first years he was surrounded by, Harry sneakily checked his sleeve robes for his wand to make sure he had it ready just in cased somebody wanted to start something with him.
"Now I would suggest that none of you start harassing our new students after Mr. Abraxas Malfoy's little display. I would hate to put any of my Slytherins in detention, especially on the second day of school. Now your schedules…" Professor Slunghorn went around giving students their parchments of classes that they would be taking starting with Harry.
"You know, when Malfoy gets out of the Hospital Wing, he'll be after you and your brothers blood." The boy next to him commented as he pilled his plate with more bacon and eggs. His silky textured light brown hair was nape-of-neck length and disheveled. His gray eyes sparkled in amusement.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from him." Harry replied uncaring grabbing a toast from the pile.
"He wouldn't do that, now that Harrison has been sorted into Slytherin." Dorea Black said frowning as she took a bite out of her eggs. Dorea was sitting across from Harry.
"Come on Dorea, why would that matter? The Malfoy's are very severe about blood purity and-" the boy looked around to make sure nobody could hear him as he lowered his voice, "I heard that him and his family are supporting Gellert Grindelwald."
"Alphard! Where did you hear such a thing?" Dorea hissed at him.
Alphard simply shrugged his shoulders. "Rumors spread around like wildfire. You of all people should already know this auntie." Alphard said with a sly smirk.
"For the last time, don't call me that, I'm the same age as you. And for your information my parents don't seem fit to discuss such things to a minor." Dorea said with a flick of her sandy blonde hair.
"Well father tells me everything; he wants me to become a supporter when I become of age." Alphard said distastefully as he stabbed into his food.
"Well Alphard, don't go displaying your dislike of the man or my brother will disown you." Dorea said as Harry just ate and listened to the conversation.
So Alphard Black was not into the blood purity as much as his family was. And from what Harry understood Alphard left his family when he was sixteen and was disowned. Harry wondered if Sirius looked up to Alphard just because of that. Maybe that's why Alphard left Sirius all that money, because he knew how if felt to be a part of a family with such hate and dislike of others different from them. Dorea Black didn't seem to think blood purity was of any importance herself.
"Potter?" Harry looked up from his musings to see Alphard giving him a speculating look.
"Erm… sorry, what were you saying?"
"Now that you're in Slytherin, do you think your brothers will be as close to you as they were before? After all there is still animosity between Gryffindor and Slytherin."
Harry scoffed. "Are you kidding? They're still my brothers no matter what house I've been sorted in. I wouldn't be able to get away from them even if I tried."
"I agree with Potter, I mean I don't know if you've noticed Al, but that Thomas Potter has been shooting the higher years down the table warning glares ever since Harrison sat down at the table and Charlus Potter won't keep his eyes off of Harrison." Dorea seemed a bit jealous at that last statement as she moved her gaze back to the Gryffindor table and at Charlus.
Alphard quirked an eyebrow at Dorea as Harry turned around to gaze at the Gryffindor table. Tom was getting out of his seat when he noticed Harry staring at them, thinking that Harry was in trouble, but Charlus had somehow coax him back down.
Harry gave them a small smile before mouthing to them that he was okay. As he returned to eating his breakfast he noticed two dark eyes glaring at him from down the table. A pale long face, black haired higher year student by the looks of it was scowling at him along with Avril Moreaux.
Nobody seemed to notice but Harry was mistaken when Dorea commented, "That's Antoine Prince and Avril Moreaux. Antoine Prince is in the same year as Malfoy, they're best friends and Avril Moreaux is Abraxas Malfoy's girlfriend. I would make sure to stay clear away from them Potter." Dorea warned Harry as he nodded and stood up from the table.
"Classes will be starting shortly." Harry commented at the questioning looks that both Blacks were giving him.
"Right, we'll join you, we have the same classes after all. We have Transfiguration with Professor Dumbledore, correct?" Alphard asked standing up from his seat along with Dorea.
"Yes we do, but is it good for you to be hanging around me? I mean wont it spoil your image of a perfect pure blood?" Harry asked walking towards his brothers whom were meeting him half way.
This time Alphard was the one to scoff at Harry. "Don't be ridiculous. They'll just assume that I'm trying to change you to our way of thought or something stupid like that."
Tom narrowed his eyes at Dorea and Alphard once he and Charlus met up with Harry.
"Transfiguration?" Harry asked them casually as he led the way out of the Great Hall.
"Of all people you could have made friends with, why Dorea Black?" Charlus hissed at him once they got some space between the two Blacks.
"Are you playing hard to get?" Harry whispered back cheekily only managing to have Charlus punch him in his right arm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't give out introductions, this is Alphard Black," Harry said stopping and gestured to the Slytherin, "and you guys already know Dorea Black."
"You've meet Dorea already?" Alphard asked.
"Not on best conditions." Harry replied for them as Charlus sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Who knows the way to class? I for one don't find it thrilling to get lost in this place." Tom asked wanting to get on with the day.
"Mum and Headmaster Dippet are frequent friends, I've been around this place a lot. Come on, we don't want to be late do we." Charlus said leading the way.
"What classes do we have together?" Harry asked Tom who was looking at his own schedule.
"Well Monday-Wednesday I have Tranfiguration, Charms, and Potions. I have Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, and History Of Magic Wednesday-Friday." Tom said as Alphard and Dorea were talking amongst themselves.
"So do you and Charlus share a room?" Harry asked Tom as he brought out his schedule.
"Yes along with three others, I didn't catch the names though." Tom replied trying to keep his focus on not getting stuck or somehow fall off the moving staircase.
"So you haven't met anybody interesting you want to talk to yet at your house? Well, besides McGonagall of course." Harry said teasingly.
Tom gave Harry an eye roll.
"The first years at our table seem nice, I've been talking with our roommates, every first year in our house wanted to know the spell Tom used to set Malfoy on fire, they're nice bolks. Well, that is with the exemption of Eric Prewett." Charlus said huffily.
"Prewett?" Harry asked curiously wondering where he had heard that last name before.
"Oh the Prewetts. They are related to our family, Weasley's, and Macmillan family. In fact Ignatius is in our year and house, his twin brother Eric landed in Gryffindor of course. By the way Harry, Ignatius is our roommate." Alphard added as he checked his watch on his wrist for the time.
"Erm… that's nice to know Alphard. Anyway Charlus, what about Eric Prewett?" Harry asked him curiously.
"It's nothing really; he's just a bit offensive towards… well you." Charlus replied.
"What? Why?" Harry asked surprised.
"Does there really have to be a reason Potter? You're a Slytherin, and Slytherin's are evil so therefore we should be banished from the face of the Earth." Dorea said speaking up looking pointedly at Charlus whom frowned at the girl.
"What are you trying to say Black? That I think my brother is evil?" Charlus asked halting to a stop.
"I'm simply pointing out that soon enough you're going to start believing every little bad thing that your little Gryffindor buddies say to you about us. It's just a matter of time. Then where will your brother be?"
Charlus glared at Dorea and got right in her face. "You are so lucky that I can't hit a girl." Charlus retorted storming away. Tom had a light smile on his face as he trailed after his brother.
"I think he likes you." Alphard replied giving Dorea a sly wink as he walked ahead to his classes.
Dorea just pouted looking like she was about to cry as Harry motioned for her to hurry up and follow.
'I think Charlus has been spending way too much time with Tom.' Harry mused to himself as he hurried to catch up with Charlus and Tom.
Harry went and sat on the other side of the room with the Gryffindors. He went and sat with his brothers while Alphard and Dorea went to sit on the other side with their housemates. The Slytherin first years were giving Harry bewildered looks but Harry simply ignored them. An auburn haired boy with brown eyes came and sat with them on the other side of Charlus giving Harry an odd luck.
"Are you lost?" the boy asked Harry rudely.
Charlus cracked his knuckles looking ready to start a fight. He was still very irritated about what Dorea had said to him. His happy go-lucky attitude was gone and out the door.
"No he's not. If you have a problem with my brother sitting here, then go sit somewhere else, I'm not in the mood for your bad mouthing of my brother right now Prewett." Charlus retorted making the boy look seriously insulted.
'Oh so that's Eric Prewett huh?' Harry thought to himself as he looked at the gangly looking kid.
Both Harry and Eric Prewett just stared at each other. Eric Prewett sat up straighter, his eyes moving from Charlus to Harry and back again. "He looks nothing like you, Charlus. How was I to know that he was your brother?"
"He looks like our father. Don't judge my brother Eric." Charlus snapped at Prewett. "You didn't even know that Tom was my brother."
"Professor Dumbledore won't care where you're sitting Harrison." Alphard said from across of Harry on the Slytherin side of the room.
"He's sitting wherever we are regardless. Do you have a problem with that Prewett?" Tom asked the boy. Tom was seated in the middle between the two brothers.
Prewett shucked his head no looking down at the brown oak table in front of them. Charlus sighed in frustration and brought his attention forward where Professor Dumbledore was now standing in front of the class.
Harry had to smile despite the situation. It was nice having people backing you up, especially when it was your brothers.
"Wipe that goofy smirk off your face Harry." Tom said to him shaking his head negatively as he brought out his parchments and ink.
"I can have a goofy smirk on my face if I want." Harry said grinning widely.
Professor Dumbledore was pretty much the same. He was very calm and relaxed as he explained the works of Transfiguration.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts, it's not to be taken lightly. I of course have had my share of accidents when I was your age messing around and what not. No, take this class very seriously. I want to know that everybody will be trying their hardest in my class."
"Yes sir." The words were said around the class by the first year students.
After taking a lot of same old boring notes, Professor Dumbledore went to demonstrate how to turn a match to a needle. By the end of the lesson, both Tom and Harry had managed to turn their matches to needles. Professor Dumbledore had simply beamed at them and gave them ten house points. It was a no brainier for Harry of course, but that didn't mean that his eleven year old body didn't have limitations. He wasn't in his twenty-one year old body anymore. In order to get where he was before, he was definitely going to have to train and work once again. This time around though, he was more aware and knew what was in stored for the future.
The bell rang ending the Transfiguration class for the day.
"I'll see you guys at lunch, I have History of Magic next." Harry commented to his brothers as they left out the classroom.
"Yeah okay, see you Harry." Charlus replied gloomily whilst Tom gave Harry a nod in farewell. Harry feeling childish and wanting to bring the mood back up; pulled Tom into a huge hug and gave him a slobbery kiss on the cheek.
"I won't be seeing you for two hours!" Harry said to Tom whom was giving Harry a reproachful look as he wiped the side of his cheek. Charlus covered his mouth, trying to hide his laughter; both Alphard and Dorea looked like Harry was done for.
"Come on Tommy, Harry was just showing you love and affection." Charlus said snorting.
"It's Tom. And if you ever do that again I'm seriously going to hex you into next week!" Tom said flushing in embarrassment as he stomped away.
"What, no hug back?!" Harry called after him.
"You're lucky that you're still alive!" Tom countered back, "Hurry up Charlus!"
Students tossed them strange looks as they walked past them in a hurry. Charlus was still laughing hysterically, while Harry stood beside him, looking pleased with himself.
Charlus rolled his eyes at Harry. "When it comes to us, he's all talk and no bark. See you at lunch." Charlus commented to him as he followed after Tom in a happier mood.
"Hey Harrison, do you like Quidditch?" Alphard asked him quite interested in Harry's response as the three of them walked the other way to their history class.
"Are you kidding? That game is bloody fantastic!" Harry said grinning at the very thought of the game itself.
Alphard laughed. "In that case, I'm sure we'll get along just fine. Dorea and I are huge fans. Once we're in our second year I'm going to apply for the beater position, Dorea wants to try for chaser."
Harry just smiled. "It's all about the seekers for me."
"Seeker huh? Well you are built for the position…"
As Tom found a seat in the back of his Charms class with Charlus, he couldn't help but groan mentally at all the whispering about 'the kid who set Malfoy on fire'. If he had known he was going to get this kind of attention he wouldn't have done it. Well, on second thought he would have done it all over again. Nobody messes with his brothers, especially it being Harry, his only true friend and brother.
Tom took a glance at Charlus who was chatting it up with a Huffelpuff boy whom had taken a seat next to him. In fact Tom noticed as the class started to fill in, both houses were assorted in together and not separated from their houses. It looked like the Gryffindors and Huffelpuff and no problems with each other at all and were on friendly bases, well as in the first year groups as far as Tom could tell.
Tom looked up when he saw someone take a seat next to him. He wasn't surprised to see Eric Prewett smiling curiously at him; it seemed that Prewett was just as curious about other people as he was. Only Tom knew how to take a hint and leave it be.
"I didn't mean to offend you nor your brother Charlus. It only means trouble though concerning Harry." Eric was explaining. "Your brother is a Slytherin now. He's worst of the lot by far."
"If you don't get away from me in two seconds-" Tom gritted out as Eric Prewett zoomed away before Tom could finish is words.
"Is Prewett getting on your nerves? You would think his brother being in Slytherin would change his point of view." A short black curly haired Irish accented boy came and took Eric Prewett's spot as he sat next to Tom.
"Hmm." Was all Tom said as the boy gave him a small laugh.
"I'm Conall Norton, your roommate. We didn't get a chance to get acquainted, I've talked to your brother Charlus of course, but you, you're hard to get to talk to." Norton's amber eyes had a smile to them as he brought his hand out to shake Tom's.
"It's nice to meet you." Tom replied back trying to be polite.
"As you can see, Livius Mac Dermott down there with the shoulder length blonde hair sitting with the Huffelpuff and Gryffindor girls? He's going to be trouble, he's our roommate to." Tom frowned looking back at the wavy blonde haired Gryffindor.
He seemed to be flirting and trying to show off his magical skills. The girls seemed to be drooling all over him. It was much worst then with Mr. Lockheart when he was teaching at the orphanage.
"What do you mean he's going to be trouble?" Tom asked Conall.
"He's half Veela." Conall replied with a roll of his eyes.
Tom still looked confused so Conall elaborated. "A half-Veela is a cross-breed between a human male and a Veela. From their mother, they gain some Veela traits, such as exceptional beauty and the ability to entrance men supernaturally and seeing as Livius is a guy he can entrance any girl he wants. Their voices hypnotize those who hear them, from a male's point of view anyway. Girls are going to be all over him. He loves it of course." Conall commented smugly.
"Who wouldn't?" Charlus said looking at the girls surrounding Mac Dermott; fighting over the seats to sit next to him.
"You think that's bad, wait till he gets older. They'll be a swarm of girls trying to get his attention." The Huffelpuff that Charlus had been talking to commented as he was also looking at Mac Dermott in envy.
The bell rang and in came the Charms Professor walking in a swift stride to the front of the class. He looked to be in his mid thirty's. His appearance was quite unusual. He had long black hair with light blue tint mixed in put in a ponytail and his eyes were a kind of turquoise aqua blue color.
"Attention! Class has now started. I'm Professor O'Byrne and I'm your Charms Professor. Okay roll call…"
"Do you like Hogwarts so far, Tom?" Charlus whispered to him as Tom simply shrugged his shoulders.
"I think I'll like it more when we get to the advanced stuff." Tom whispered back.
Chattering was heard as Professor O'Byrne reached the end of his list, for then Charlus called out, "Here!"
"Thomas Potter?"
"Here," Tom said unenthusiastically.
"Eric Prewett?"
"Here." Eric said from the middle of the classroom.
"Okay, today we shall practicing the accio spell," Professor O'Byrne announced. "It means 'send for' or 'summon' in Latin. This is a very handy charm! You can either pronounce the first 'c' as a hard c or combine the two for a soft 'c'. Ah-ksee-oh or Ah-see-oh. The emphasis is on the first syllable.
Say it out loud to yourself (but not while holding the wand, yet!) to practice. Now, the wand movement is very important…watch me."
Once lunch came around Harry found himself dragged off by Charlus to the Gryffindor table. Shoveling food into his mouth Harry realized how hungry he really was. He hadn't really eaten breakfast, if anything at all. Tom and Charlus sat on each side of him, fending off unwanted questions and attention. Well, Tom was anyway. Charlus was basking in all the attention. For unknown reasons, at least to Harry, the first year population seemed to think that he and his brothers was the greatest thing they'd ever seen at Hogwarts, and spent most of their time trying to gain their attention.
The first years especially found it shocking that Harry, a Slytherin, was sitting at the Gryffindor table of all places. The higher years though thought nothing of it; they seemed to believe that Harry would come to his senses sooner or later and go back to sitting at his table with his Slytherin housemates. Though Harry had to say, not all the attention was on them so to say. From what he could see from down the end of the table a bunch of the first year girls were smothering this blonde haired boy and ogling him.
"So, Harrison," A tall lanky long dirty blonde haired boy asked eagerly. "You're related to the Potters? I mean before you were adopted and all."
"Don't start with the weird questions, Newton." Josh Weasley sighed next to Newton whom rolled his slivery gray eyes at Josh Weasley. Josh Weasley, to Harry anyway, looked like another younger version of Bill Weasley only without the earring of a fang dangling from his ear.
"Newton Scamander II is the name. It's a pleasure to meet another Potter." Newton said smiling widely at Harry whom returned the gesture. "I've noticed you hanging around Alphard Black, I know his family. Know all the purebloods in England actually. All the purebloods go to these formal meetings you know on occasions. I know for a fact that kid is not the type to like someone he only just met so quickly. You must have made quite an impression on him." "Really? I don't think I did anything for him to like me. If anything he would want to be friends with Tom, not me." Harry said frowning in deep thought. Newton just shrugged indifferently. "Who knows, maybe he just wanted to talk?"
Harry was relaxed now that he was in his element of company and began to observe the High Table where all the teachers sat. Headmaster Dippet, A less wrinkled golden-brown haired Dumbledore, a Slughorn that still had some blonde hair on his head, Professor O'Bryne the head Ravenclaw from what Charlus told him, then it was –
Harry felt his jaw drop to the floor.
Silver hair, long silver beard, bright blue eyes, he looked just like the portraits he always seen and of stories told of the legendary wizard.
"Is that Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked flabbergast.
"Yes, he's the Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor. He's quite marvelous at the subject. He knows his stuff." Josh Weasley commented.
"Hey have you guys thought about writing a letter to mum and dad yet?" Charlus asked his brothers as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice uninterested by the defense Professor.
"So soon?" Tom asked.
"Well yeah, we haven't even told them where we got sorted and I'm not even sure if they know what happened to Harry. They would want to know how we are doing." Charlus exclaimed.
"Yeah and I need to write to Francis and Aurora." Harry replied taking a bit out of his roast beef sandwich.
Tom made a face at Harry.
"Are you serious?"
"I told them I was going to keep contact with them. They're friends." Harry said giving Tom a 'what's your problem' look.
"Those are the two muggles at the orphanage right?" Charlus asked them.
"Yes." Harry answered.
"I'm sure mum and dad can send the letter through muggle post. I don't think it would be best if the letter was delivered by owl you know?" Charlus replied piling some more food to his plate.
"It's a waste of time." Tom said angrily.
"Well it's not to me."
"They're muggles."
"So?"
"What exactly were you going to write to them about?"
"Whatever comes to mind." Harry said.
"They probably won't even be able to write back."
"That's not an issue."
"It's a waste of time."
"You just said that." Harry said with a roll of his eyes as he stopped eating and brought his full attention to Tom whom was seething next to him.
"What's the big deal Tom? If Harry wants to write to them then just let him." Charlus replied confused as to why Tom was making such a big deal out of it, as was Harry.
"I have no problem with it." Tom said standing up and leaving the table. He was out the Great Hall seconds later.
Harry sighed rubbing his eyes.
"I'm not going after him."
"He probably just needs some space or something." Charlus replied shrugging like it wasn't a big deal.
"It sounds like your brother is jealous." Josh Weasley said amused.
"That's ridiculous." Harry said with a shake of his head.
"Trust me; I have a lot of brothers and cousins. Your brother is jealous." Josh exclaimed.
"Don't know why he would be. That's interesting." Charlus commented as Harry just frowned and went back to eating.
"…Potions are magical mixtures commonly brewed in cauldrons and used to create various effects on the drinker. Potions are brewed from ingredients with magical properties. Potions can be used as medicine, lethal poison, or give the drinker any effect from strength enhancement to immunity to flames. The science of potion making includes the use of words that are specific to this art. Now take out your parchments and ink and began to write this down." Professor Slunghorn began to write on the chalk board.
A brew is a liquid mixture made by steeping, soaking, or boiling solid ingredients in water.
A concoction is, simply, a mixture of ingredients.
An elixir is a sweetened, aromatic solution used as medicine.
A tincture is a benign medicine preserved in alcohol.
A philter is a potion designed to enchant or charm the drinker.
A draught or draft is one serving or portion of a potion. The word draft indicates the substance is drawn from a cask rather than from a closed bottle.
"What's up with you and your brothers?" Alphard asked Harry whom and chose to sit with his housemates.
"Tom is being an ass and Charlus wanted to sit with Livius Mac Dermott and his admirers. I suppose he didn't want to sit with neither myself nor Tom if we were fighting with each other." Harry whispered back taking his notes.
"I wouldn't either; you both are scary when you're angry."
"You've never seen me angry." Harry said with a small smirk.
"I could feel your magic, when you and Tom were having your little spat."
"You could feel my magic?" Harry question confused.
"Of course, every wizard can feel another's magical aurora. Though I suppose one can only feel it if said wizard was angry or was being threaten."
"Hmm… that's interesting to know. I'll have to ask Charlus about it." Alphard gave Harry a sidelong glance.
"It's interesting how you were put in Slytherin I must say, not a lick of Slytherin traits in you for from what I can see." Harry frowned at that statement.
"I kind of agree with you, but you haven't known me long enough to make such remarks." Alphard smiled.
"Don't worry, I will soon enough."
Harry shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "He's glaring at me isn't he?"
"He's been doing that for the past thirty minutes now." Alphard said giving Tom a quick glance.
"I don't know what his problem is. I just told him that I was going to write to some muggle friends and he went all haughty about it."
"I don't know, maybe he just wants you all to himself or something? You two were adopted right?"
"Yeah I see what you're saying." Harry replied thinking it through.
Meanwhile Tom was pretending he didn't care that Harry had chose to sit with his Slytherin housemates, but the corner of his right eye would twitch ever so often. He was sitting with Conall Norton and two other Gryffindors he didn't want to get acquainted with.
"Mate, give it a rest would you? Your brother is obviously just going to keep ignoring you." Conall said to Tom as he was writing.
Tom looked at Conall angrily. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Conall just gave Tom a small smile and continued with his notes.
"Of course you don't." Tom just huffed heavily and went on to listen to Professor Slunghorn's lectures.
When Professor Slunghorn's back was turned to the board Harry taped his parchment (that he had been writing to give to Tom) and made it turn into a paper bird, like when Draco had done to him during class when he was teasing Harry about falling off his broom in Quidditch and made it flutter to Tom whom looked perplexed at it.
Opening it hesitantly and giving Conall a glare as he was trying to see what was said on the parchment Tom looked at the contents. What Tom saw only made him want to go through with his threat of hexing Harry into next week.
Harry had drawn a picture of him and Harry hugging and with a bubble sign on top of Harry's head that said 'I love you'. Tom crumbled up the parchment trying his hardest not to laugh or smile as he gave Harry a roll of the eyes. Harry smiled and went back to looking up front at Professor Slunghorn knowing that Tom wasn't angry with him anymore. Tom knew he was going to keep that parchment and hide it safely somewhere, but his brothers didn't need to know that.
Author's Note: Yup thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed their first day of classes. Nice reviews are welcomed!
