I was slightly anxious as I walked inside of the dungeons. I didn't have a good idea of how Snape would take my attitude from the other day. He could possibly be even nastier in class, which is the more likely possibility.

I sat down in the seat from yesterday and rubbed my forehead from a slight headache. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Malfoy and his goons walk up to me. God, did these dumbasses ever take a break?

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice quiet and cold.

"Listen, I don't care what the Minister says. Your kind don't belong here," he coldly.

"My 'kind' happens to be human, just like you. I may not perform magic, but I am human. Besides, what do you think you have on the Minister that'll make him change his mind?" I asked. Malfoy stayed quiet on as he tried to think of an answer. "Case in point."

I then ignored him and started twirling a pen between my fingers.

"My father..."

"Your father? What you have to run to daddy, now? Can the baby not fight his own battles?" I said in a mocking tone before it turned disgusted. "Get over yourself."

I saw movement before it even happened. I was waiting for something like this to happen for days now.

I saw him reach for his wand and I jumped out of my chair and over the desk in one bound, kicking him in the chest as I jumped. Intent on dealing with his goons, I punched one of them in the throat before socking him in the nose, breaking it within the same second.

I simply turned to the other idiot and punched him in the temple. He was unconscious before he hit the ground while the class was looking at me as if I had committed murder in the class. I rolled my eyes and lifted Malfoy by his shirt.

"Listen worm. Honestly, I don't care what your name is worth. All I care about is who you are. And right now, you're labeled 'bigoted asshole' in my book. I guarantee you this. Attack me, and you'll easily earn yourself some broken bones," I said, dropping him to the floor.

"Interesting. Now, shall we accompany your punishment with your Head of House?" a dangerously quiet voice said. It seemed Snape finally showed up and right at this particular moment. Of course at this moment he does.

"I will. I'll leave you to deal with... the cleanup," I said, walking out of the classroom and toward McGonagall's class room. She did have a class, but I had to interrupt her for a second. I had to guess which one it was though.

Eventually, through a few errors, I found the right class. When I opened the door, I jerked my head to indicate that we had to take it outside of the classroom and she nodded.

She instructed the class to continue working quietly before walking outside with me.

"What is it, Mr. Morgan?" she asked.

"There was an incident in Potions class and Professor Snape sent me to come see you," I explained.

Her eyes widened in slight surprise, but she soon answered back.

"What happened?" McGonagall asked.

"Well, someone tried to curse me, I saw it coming, broke his nose, and knocked his goons out," I said dryly.

"Are you speaking of Mr. Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe?" she asked.

"Exactly. So he sent me to you to decide my punishment," I said calmly.

"You don't see worried," McGonagall said.

"I know what I did and take full responsibility for it. The punishment sentence is your choice to make," I said.

"I'm taking no points off," McGonagall said, surprising me. Guess there's more to her than I thought immediately. But I simply raised an eyebrow at her.

"None?" I asked.

"None," she repeated.

"Huh," I said simply.

"I must admit, I am impressed that you held your own at a certain disadvantage," McGonagall said. I had to give the Professor a small smirk at that statement.

"To be honest Professor, I don't think I was the one at the disadvantage," I said, walking back to the dungeons.

I walked back into the classroom and there was a noticeable lack of blond hair around, which was definitely an absence that pleased me.

Snape looked at me before looking back down at his papers and gesturing to the potion on the board. It seemed that something I said got through to him. Or at least had given him something to think about. It's a lot different from the first day.

The rest of the class passed by in silence, with Snape not hanging around people's potions like he did on the first day, but sitting at his desk reviewing some of his other students' work.

When he called for time, he simply looked over each of the potions and gave it a grade according to the quality. Neville did significantly well this time. Probably because Snape wasn't breathing down his neck. At least it was at an Acceptable quality, which was basically a C in the wizarding world.

Snape seemed particularly surprised at my potion. He wasn't obvious about it, but his eyes widened ever so slightly when he saw my potion. And then gave it an Outstanding. Now I was the one surprised. I knew next to nothing about Potions, and a guess on what to do with the ingredients worked in my favor. Huh.

Like cooking, there are certain potion ingredients that have a better effect, but require changing the number of stirs. Add a few more to balance out the consistency, and you've got a result that turns out even better than the original. I'm wasn't sure if the same concept worked with potions, but at least I got an Outstanding.

Once the class was dismissed, I could hear Hermione call my name. I turned to face her and she looked anxious.

"What is it?" I asked, my tone holding a small amount of concern.

"You didn't do the potion like the book said, but Professor Snape still gave you an Outstanding. Did you threaten him or something?" Hermione asked.

The little bit of concern I had disappeared on the spot and was replaced by disbelief. I shook my head. I can't believe she was asking me this.

"I want a good grade just as much as the next person, but I won't resort to threats just to get a good grade. No, rather I used stronger ingredients instead of the textbook ones, which resulted in the potion having a thicker consistency, therefore the potion would be even more powerful. Helps when you can remember the effects of ingredients. I kind of associated potions with cooking," I explained.

She went slight red and simply said "Oh" before walking away.

"I'm a Muggle, not a criminal you know," I tossed back at her before walking to my next class. This time we were learning about a creature that was actually something I was hoping for in the magical world. A unicorn. If this thing was in the regular world, the would probably think they were high or something. But this was real and it was breathing in front of me.

I had never seen something so white. It made fresh December snow look like a pile of tar. Unicorns were also very magical. Not only are they super fast, but their blood can keep you alive from anything, but at the price of a cursed life for destroying something so pure. Also, clichély enough, they seemed to prefer the touch of a girl. If that doesn't speak volumes for fairy tales, nothing will.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was a little enlightening. We learned about the vampire bat, which is currently the reason why there are vampires today. Wouldn't want to find one of those. To deal with one, you have to expose it to a high intensity sound or light. Quirrel showed them a complex sort of charm that would amplify their voice, and one that made light with the intensity of the ones of a stadium, but that did me no good. Everyone else knew this as well, as they bothered to spare me a glance. I simply shook my head and just paid attention to the rest of the lesson. But the charm was too advanced for any of the first years except for Hermione to perform.

After I left, I just sat on the couch in the common room, since they only asked for everyone to study, which I didn't need to do, as I had already memorized the book. An eidetic memory can be a blessing and a curse, but in this case, it's a blessing. Saves me a lot of time.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, plopping in one of the chairs.

"Nothing. Just sitting and thinking," I said.

"Do you know what happened to Snape? His attitude was a complete mess the first day, but it's significantly different this time around," Harry explained.

"I had a talk with him. Granted, I talked out of term during half of that talk, but he seemed to listen. Or maybe he's still processing what I said and he'll take a hundred points off me for what I said the other day," I said offhandedly.

"For your sake, I hope it's the former. Why does he act so nasty toward anyone who's not his student?" Harry asked.

"I'm not too sure. It's probably just some kind of bigotry on his part. Maybe he'll get over it," I said, waving a hand dismissively.

"Hopefully, though I doubt it. Anyway, what do you think they're going to do for Halloween?" Harry asked, making me shrug.

"Probably going to throw a big feast with some different food. They'll probably be decorations, and some stuff like that. I don't know. I've never been here before. Ask one of the older students. They'll either tell you straight up or lie extravagantly. Though I can't deny the lie will probably be creative," I explained.

"Something tells me you know when people lie," Harry said.

"I do. It's like a voice telling me. Plus I watch their body language, and there's some type of physical reaction when the lie. Pay attention, and you'll know when they're lying to you. Some people are just plain obvious. Some are not so obvious, but they still react in some type of way," I explained to him.

Before Harry could respond, Ron walked into the common room and immediately walked onto our conversation, which made me frown.

"Harry, have you seen the memo?" Ron asked.

"What?" Harry asked.

"We have to learn how to fly today with Slytherin. The notice was just pinned up," Ron said.

"What?" Harry asked, rolling his head back and groaning. "Just what I wanted. To make a fool of myself in front of Malfoy in front of a broom."

"What makes you think you'll be bad at it?" I asked.

"I just do," Harry said simply.

"No problem Harry. Malfoy always said he's good on a broom, but I bet that's all talk," Ron said.

"Fifty percent of his being is bragging. The other fifty is looking down at other people as if he's superior to all of them," I said, frowning.

"That's a Malfoy for you. Anyway, I love what you did to Malfoy. The toe rag needed to be brought down a notch," Ron said, grinning.

"The Minister warned everyone. I do not take threats lightly. Maybe the bruised ribs are some indicator of what I'm all about," I said coldly.

"His ribs were bruised?" Harry asked, his face surprised.

"He's lucky it was only that. I could've gone for broken ribs instead of bruised. Ah, he could use some toughening up," I said, waving a hand to the side.

"I almost feel sorry for him that he made you as an enemy," Harry said.

"I don't. Now come on! I want to get to lunch before they start," Ron exclaimed.

Lunch barely took a half hour before the three of us started heading toward the Quidditch pitch.

There were about twenty broomsticks already on the ground. From what I heard, the school brooms were pretty poor. They jerked when you flew them too high and some other stuff.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Stand next to a broomstick. Come on, hurry up!" Madam Hooch barked. "Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'Up.'"

"Up," I said calmly, and it instantly flew into my hand, but it was one of the few that did. Harry's did along with a few other Gryffindors and Slytherins alike. But Hermione's just rolled around on the ground and Neville's didn't move at all. Maybe this was like the concept of a horse. They didn't move unless you were sure you wanted to.

"Speak to it like you want it to actually jump into your hands. Neville, you sound like you want to stay on the ground and Hermione, you've got a slight tremor in your voice. Be authoritative," I explained, clenching a fist to make my point.

Neville nodded and Hermione seemed upset at having to be told what to do, but she thanked me anyway. Malfoy made a snide comment about us not belonging here. I was saved the trouble of retorting because Madam Hooch mentioned that he had been flying the wrong way for years, so she made a sarcastic question or whether or not he belonged in Quidditch. That shut him up and made the entire House of Gryffindor laugh along with a few Slytherins. I already liked this teacher. For a teacher, that was straight savagery.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," Madam Hooch said. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two -"

But Neville was trembling so hard, he accidentally kicked off at 2. Then he started rising in the air at a gradual pace. By the look on his face, he had no intention of wanting to be up there.

"Come back boy!" Hooch yelled.

"I think he would if he could," I said, kicking off from the ground and chasing after him.

"You come down here!" she yelled, but I ignored her.

I leaned forward on my broom and tried chasing after him. This felt relatively easy. It's a lot like maneuvering a motorbike, except it's in the air.

Neville was flying all sorts of erratically in the air, jerking from side to side, up and down. His face was ghost white and he had a look of pure fear on his face.

The broom began moving itself into a dive bomb toward the ground, but I made it there soon enough to block the broom from hitting the ground with an excess amount of force. The movements were completely random and extremely hard to predict. It was difficult, but somehow I managed to keep up with it. Flying wasn't too difficult. It had the same concepts as a motorcycle when it came to the movement, and I knew how to ride one of those pretty well.

The broom decided to give up on Neville and jerk the broom really hard causing him to fly forward off of it. I started flying fast toward the spot where he was going to fall and he landed in a heap on top of me. I landed on my shoulder and Neville hit his wrist. I had no time to try and catch him, but this was better than an entire broken skeleton.

I picked myself off of the ground and I saw Madam Hooch sprinting toward us.

She looked at Neville first and started picking him up to go the hospital.

"You should come with us. That shoulder looks dislocated," she said.

"You're right. It is, but it's not a problem," I said, jerking my shoulder in a quick motion where it snapped back into place with a loud crunch that even made Madam Hooch wince. I groaned in relief.

"Ah, much better. Don't worry about me," I said, waving a hand dismissively.

"Well then, Longbottom still needs to be taken to the hospital. If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say 'Quidditch,'" Madam Hooch said, leading Neville away.

No sooner then they were out of earshot, Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins joined in the laughter.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil snapped.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."

"Look!" Malfoy said, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."

"Now I suggest you hand that to me before I send you back to the hospital. Bruised ribs were a start. I can break them if you'd like," I said coldly, stepping forward in an effortless stride.

The tone in my voice silenced everyone and I could swear Malfoy visibly shivered.

"You'll have to catch to me you filthy Muggle," he said, taking flight on his broom. Well, he wasn't lying. He could fly. Effortlessly it seemed.

I had no broom, but it seemed Harry was up to the challenge as he kicked off no sooner than Malfoy did.

"What an idiot," Hermione said.

"Not an idiot. Headstrong. There's a difference between the two," I said, smiling at the same effortlessness Malfoy was showing while flying. He hadn't even been in the air yet.

I looked up in time to see Malfoy throw the Remembrall and Harry chased after it. I could see it heading for a window, but he did a flip on the broom and grabbed it during said flip. My eyes widened. That was an impressive catch.

"Jesus kid," I said.

Then he started flying back, holding the Remembrall in victory. But a loud yell of his name put an end to the cheering from the Gryffindors. McGonagall looked pissed.

"Potter, follow me, now," she said sharply.

At the sight of Malfoy's triumphant face, I began following the both of them.

"What are you doing Mr. Morgan? Head back with the rest of you class," McGonagall said.

"No. I'm going to make sure that you get the facts straight. I'm not letting him get in more trouble than the situation calls for," I said firmly. She seemed to see my stolid determination and nodded.

Rather than head for an office of some sort, rather she lead us to a classroom. More specifically, Quirrel's room. Why would she take Harry here?

"You wait here," McGonagall said sharply. "Professor Quirrel, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment please?"

"Wood? Like a piece of wood?" I thought

"No, that seems too absurd," I immediately thought after.

McGonagall returned, but it was with a thoroughly confused fifth year that looks like he'd been playing sports for years. He was definitely in shape for his age.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood," McGonagall said before her tone got excited. "Wood, I have found you a Seeker."

Wood's face went from confused to delighted. Due to the Quidditch from the Ages book, a Seeker was a position on the team. But first years aren't normally allowed on the team.

I thought first years weren't normally allowed on the team?" I asked.

Wood and McGonagall seemed surprised I knew this bit of information, but McGonagall recomposed herself.

"That is normally the case, but that rule was installed in the case that first years would hurt themselves. Mr. Potter here showed such a display that proved he can be allowed. If he accepts," she explained.

I nodded and Harry chose to spoke up at this moment.

"What about Robert? Aren't you going to offer him a spot too?" Harry asked.

"Why would they offer me a spot?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Cause you can fly as well! Who knows what would've happened to Neville if you hadn't been there to help?" Harry exclaimed.

A small frown covered my face at hearing what I did aloud. It made it actually sounded like I had done something impressive, which wasn't the case.

"Well, I'd like to see how you fly. You'd be the first Muggle Quidditch player, which seems strange. Anyway, I'll see both of you on the pitch at lunch," Wood said, walking back into his classroom.

McGonagall dismissed us and I turned to Harry with a questioning look. I lifted one eyebrow and he had the decency to rub the back of his head nervously.

"Really?" I asked.

He gave me a sheepish smile and I just shook my head and moved on. While I really didn't want to join the team, I had to admit that at the same time I was interested as to how this was going to turn out.


A/N: Now the Christmas chapter will have to done another time. I hope more people tune in and I'll see you guys. Peace peoples.