Aha! You guys probably thought I was dead, been so long since I've updated (well, to me it has), and I'm working on four stories at once, it's been a nightmare…And I'd like to say my thanks to the people who have been reviewing every chapter I upload!
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EVERYONE: This is year one of IZGtH (Invader Zim Goes to Hogwarts), so can you guess what THAT means? NEEF! It means year one-year seven. That, I know for a fact, is something that has NEVER happened wif IZ crossovers. :D
Oh, and did I mention this exciting bit of news yet? I'm uploading previews of Year Two to Year Seven! YAY! Oh, yesh, please read that story as well. ;)
Zim sat in one of the cushy armchairs in front of the common room fire, trying to Transfigure one of his quills. He waved his wand, and the quill only grew whiskers. He picked it up and observed it.
"This was a waste of a perfectly good quill…" he murmured. Zim tossed it into the flames which instantly started licking it with warmth.
"Watcha doing there, Zim?" Harry asked, looking up from his parchment.
"Transfiguration,"
"How come?" Ron questioned.
"Not good enough yet," Zim said stiffly. He didn't really like Ron.
"But your match turned into a needle!" Harry exclaimed.
It was true, but being Zim, of course his work went unnoticed. When Professor McGonagall had given Hermione praise when her own match hadn't even Transfigured completely, Zim had broken his needle in half between his fingers.
"Doesn't matter," Zim said, rolling his eyes.
Harry and Ron fixed Zim with a look of disbelief, resulting in Zim stowing away his wand into his pocket, slinging his book bag (he needed one as to look normal, he had noticed that humans didn't have PAKs), and then stalked up the stairs to the First Year boys' dormitories.
Zim leaned against the window and looked out at the grounds. He noticed that wood smoke was puffing out of Hagrid's fireplace and sighed.
It's nice, isn't it?
Leave me alone.
How? How, Zim, can you leave yourself alone? It's just not possible, my friend.
I have no friends.
What about Harry?
He's not a friend. It's a cover-up.
Oh really?
. . .
He gave himself a shake and took a deep breath, setting himself onto his four-poster as he did.
"GIR?" he called out softly.
"Mastah! I thoughts you would never finds me agains!" the little robot shrieked, suddenly appearing from Zim's trunk.
"GIR, how many times have I told you not to mess with my stuff?" the green alien hollered.
The 'cat' was left to ponder exactly how many times his master had told him to screw off while Harry and Ron entered the dormitory.
"Why were you yelling?" asked Ron suspiciously.
"None of your business," Zim said, his dislike for Ron mounting by the minute.
The redhead just shrugged and sat down in his bed. Harry strode over to the window and looked at his reflection. A thin face with untidy jet-black hair met him, and for the first time, Zim noticed a lightning-shaped scar.
"What's that, Harry?" inquired Zim, indicating to his forehead.
"It's…" Harry began, "it's what was left when Lord Voldemort attacked me…"
"Odd," Zim commented softly, then crawled into his bed and under the sheets.
He turned over in his bed, and instantly fell asleep.
Over the rest of the week, Zim , made it on time for every class, did his work neatly, but still, the teachers never noticed him. They only paid attention to Hermione Granger, and her fantastic spell work.
He had to deal with this foul treatment until Friday, the day all of the First Year Gryffindors dreaded.
"Potions today," Harry commented at breakfast.
"Really?" Zim stopped in the act of eating his kipper when Harry had said that.
After breakfast the trio had headed down to the dungeons to begin their lesson with Professor Snape. Zim was looking forward to this; Harry was showing obvious hatred; Ron was showing reluctance.
Like the Transfiguration teacher, Snape started with roll call.
He stopped at Harry's name.
"Ah, yes," Snape said softly. "Harry Potter. Our new – celebrity."
A boy with sleek whitish-blonde hair snickered, looking ghostly due to his paleness.
"Redavni, Zim." Snape called out.
"HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! RIGHT HERE!" Zim hollered.
Snape's cold eyes flicked over to him and he smirked. "So you're the green kid?"
Zim raised himself to his fullest height. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"Hm…tsk tsk, if you're as stupid as you look, then I suppose it'll be very hard to teach you." sneered Snape.
Of course, that statement was a lie. Zim had an IQ of that of a genius, but due to the fact that he had a certain amount of insanity infused with it, it didn't usually show.
Zim opened his mouth to retaliate but then Harry nudged him and shook his head.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making…"
Are these lessons always so boring? Zim thought idly, choosing to stare around the room instead of listening to Professor Snape.
"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root to an infusion of wormwood?" asked Snape suddenly.
"I don't know, sir." Harry answered.
Isn't it obvious? It makes the Draught of Living Death.
"Harry," Zim whispered to Harry under his breath. "It makes the Draught of Living Death."
"Redavni, that'll be ten points for giving away the answer." Snape sneered again.
"So what? I gave him an answer to a question you asked!
"Detention, tomorrow, eight o' clock, my office."
Zim gazed at Snape with his mouth slightly open.
As Snape continued asking Harry difficult questions, Zim did one of his usual zoning-outs and started drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the table.
"What is it, Redavni?" snapped Snape.
"What? Oh—I find this class painfully boring and whatnot." Zim explained with a cheery tone.
"Oh really?"
"Mmhmm!"
"Then I suggest you make me this potion, Redavni," Snape said, showing Zim his potions book.
"But sir, I honestly don't want to." Zim said honestly, looking into Snape's deep and cold eyes.
[A/N: Sucks, doesn't it? I really stink at cliffhangers. :P I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP.]
