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And so begins the actually start of the Sorcerer's Stone adventure. I know some of you will be a bit angry that I used some of J.K. Rowlings writings in the beginning, and in the middle, but please don't just focus on that.

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Calla P.O.V.

Her first two days of Hogwarts had been slow, but exhilarating. She didn't see much of her brother besides class or dinner, she never saw him at lunch or breakfast. But there was something even odder about him, more so than usual. He was hanging out with Malfoy and his goons and that concerned Calla immensely.

But it wasn't Malfoy and the other two she was worried about, it was Harry. A few days before they arrived at Hogwarts, Harry had started to close himself off more and more and he was more secretive. And the fact that he was sorted in Slytherin did nothing to make her worry less. But that last thought had always made her ashamed of herself, because her mother had told her never to discriminate against people at Hogwarts because of their house. But the Slytherins made it so hard to be nice to them when they always were on her case.

Calla was currently sitting in Gryffindor Tower working on her Potions essay, her thoughts were bouncing and sweat clung to her neck. She had checked over the the essay twelve times and she fixed the littlest things, such as a comma in the wrong place or the wrong punctuation. She sighed and placed her quill next the her essay, leaning back in her chair, resting her arms on the rests and staring into the fire.

Gryffindor Common Room made her feel safe, everything was warm and bright and everyone was connected together. She looked fondly upon the red and gold common room, and she smiled and she thought of what it would be like to have Harry with her. But that caused her smile to fade. Harry.

"Calla! Isn't it time for us to go meet Hagrid?" A voice asked, and Calla looked up and she saw Ron. She glanced at the clock and jumped to her feet, she was supposed to meet Hagrid at three and it was almost time.

They made their way through Hogwarts towards Hagrid's. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door.

When Call knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out.

"Back, Fang, back!" And Calla was the welcoming face of Hagrid. Hagrid invited them in, all the while trying to keep hold of his enormous black boarhound.

There was only one room inside, and some dead animals were hanging from the ceiling.

"Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting of Fang, who immediately attacked Ron. Like Hagrid, Fang wasn't as fierce as he looked.

"This is Ron," Calla told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes onto a plate.

"Another Weasley, eh?" Hagrid said, looking knowingly at Ron's freckles and red hair. "I spent half me life chasin' yer brothers away from the forest."

The rock cakes were shapeless and extremely hard, but they pretended to enjoy them as they told Hagrid about their first classes. Calla told Hagrid about Snape's class and how he had treated Harry. Hagrid told her not to worry, because Snape hardly liked any student.

"But he seemed to hate him." Calla protested.

"Rubbish!" said Hagrid. "Why would he?"

But Calla knew that Hagrid was keeping something from her because his eyes were shifting and not meeting her's.

"How's yer brother Charlie?" Hagrid asked Ron. "I liked him a lot, great with animals." Calla knew that Hagrid had swithced the topic on purpose, but she let it drop. Her eyes caught a piece of the Daily Prophet.

Gringotts Break-In Latest

Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July,
widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.
Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken.
The vault that was searched had fact been emptied the same day.
"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out it you know what's good for you,"
said a Gringotts Spokesgoblin this afternoon.

Calla was very curious now, for Gringotts was extremely famous for being break-in proof. Why would a single vault be searched, when there were hundreds of others that were filled to the max with gold?

As Calla and Ron walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets weighed down with the rock cakes that they'd been to polite to refuse. Calla wondered what Hagrid knew about Snape that he didn't want to tell Calla.


"Potter, shouldn't you be in Gryffindor? Seeing as your mother's a mudblood." An older Slytherin student called to Harry as he descended the staircase.

Harry stiffened at the insult, anger boiled inside him. He looked directly at the boy, his face set in a cool mask.

"Never call my mother a mudblood again." Harry said sharply, making the older boy smirk.

"Aww, did I insult your mummy? I'm sorry, do you need a tissue?"

Harry's lips set into a thin line, the anger inside him was growing hotter and hotter each moment. But he took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"I'll be a bigger man and walk away, seeing as you have the insults that could compare to a five-year old's." Harry said, Harry made to walk past him, but the boy stopped him by grabbing him by the shoulder.

"You do know it's rude to walk away when someone is talking to you don't you, halfblood? But I didn't expect much, seeing as your mother is a mudblood." He said, and Harry shrugged the wizard's hand off his shoulder. The other kids in the common room stopped, eager to see the results of the rare first-year display of aggression.

"I told you once and I'll say it the last time, don't call my mother a mudblood." Harry replied, a warning in his voice.

"Bring it halfblood, you've only been here two days, I've been here for six years." He said. Harry looked at him calmly.

"But that hasn't improved you're intelligence has it?" Harry sniped back, making the other boy's face red with anger. And Harry began to walk away again.

"Where do you think you're going, you little wise-ass?" the sixth-year said, walking after Harry. The Potions Master was walking down the corridor and sped up when he heard the challenge. He stopped just outside the entrance to the common room listening.

"I'm going out." Harry said, sliding his hand into his robes pocket and grasping his wand.

"Well, firstie, your going to have to get past me and good luck with that, I'm in advanced right." He said, pulling out his wand.

Harry was tired of this. He pulled out his wand.

"Fine." He said, muttering something and flicking his wand at the wizard, who stiffened, turned rather blue and fell over.

Harry strolled out of the common room as the shouting started. He saw Severus standing in the corridor, said "Good evening, Professor" and kept going. The first-year didn't even look guilty about what he'd done or as if he expected to get in trouble for it. The wizard had been asking for it after all.

Severus let the boy go, though he knew he should have stopped him. He would deal with it later. Right now he had to calm down the common room and restore the fallen student. So, Mr. Potter hexed a fellow Slytherin. The boy hadn't been here a two days yet.

Severus couldn't help smirking a little. If there was one thing that he knew about Mr. Potter it would be that he was Lily's son through and through.

He was also a snarky little bastard.


Harry sighed as he exited the Slytherin Common Room, knowing that he had just created more enmity than he wanted. But the anger had been blinding. He shook his head and looked around, it was evening out and he only had a few hours before curfew. He knew he couldn't go back into the Slytherin Common Room, so he decided to head out to the Library.

He headed up the marble staircase, and happened to take a glance out of the windows. He stopped when he saw that Calla and Weasely had just come out of the half-giant's home. He kept his eye on them until they came to close to the castle for him to easily see them.

Why Calla would associate with Weasley he never knew. He continued walking when he saw a familiar spider hanging from a web.

"Hello Grace, if your here then Cam must not be far behind." Harry said, reaching up and placing his hand out. Grace slowly moved along the back of his hand, her long legs barely touching his skin at first.

"Hi." A voice said from behind him and Harry turned, Cam stood wearing his Ravenclaw robes, his black hair had been cropped at one point during the summer and he was grinning.

"Cam." Harry said, and Cam walked toward him. He held his hand out and Cam took the spider back into his hand.

"Whatcha doin here Harry? Isn't Slytherin dorm in the dungeons?" Cam asked casually, but curiosity was in his voice.

"I got into.. a disagreement with one of the older students." Harry said, watching Grace crawl across Cam's fingers.

"Ah, already Potter? That's gotta be a new record." Cam said, a full grown grin on his face.

"My father had gotten the Slytherins the first few hours of being in Hogwarts in his third year." Harry said and Cam blinked.

"Well, good job to your dad." Cam said, but before Harry could say anything back Professor Snape appeared.

"Potter, follow me." He said, turning; which created his robes to billow.

"Well, see you Cam." Harry said, following Snape.


When Harry was sitting in his Head of House's classroom, he noticed all the creatures in the jars. But before he said anything Snape was seated behind his desk, looking at him with his cold black eyes. And Harry sighed.

"This is about the sixth-year, isn't it sir?" Harry asked the Potions Master.

Severus scowled but nodded at him.

"Only I can remove the spell sir. But you should know what spell it is, you are a Potions Master after all." Harry informed him, pushing Snape's buttons.

Harry wouldn't make an excuse. There was no need; he had a feeling that Snape was one the type to see through a lie anyway.

"Which spell was it?" Severus asked him.

Harry decided to tell the truth.

"Have you really not even bothered to look at him? You should be able to tell just from a few moments, maybe I underestimated my mother's best friend." Severus stared at him. Harry had read his mother's journal, he knew all about Snape.

"And what has she said about me?" the wizard said with an eyebrow arched.

"I don't think that is appropriate to discuss during a meeting sir. Please may we discuss my punishment so that I can get to sleep? I have an important test in charms tomorrow that I would like to study for." Not a complete lie, he already studied but Snape didn't know that.

Anyway according to Slytherin, the punishment would have to be seen by an authority figure before he is punished. He doubted his own head of house going to break the rules.

"Fine then," the Potions Master asked, "may I ask at least how you learned this spell."

"My mother obviously. She practices spells often, but doesn't know that I have watched her."

Severus fought back a laugh. He could only imagine Lily's reaction to her son having learned these spells from just watching her. He cocked his head at the boy.

"I will not be reporting you Harry since the boy has not actually claimed who placed the curse upon him. Likewise this is a matter to be dealt with within Slytherin house. No one else will be involved if possible. But I do need you to come to the infirmary and release Mr. Hoyt from the hex," Severus said.

"Yes, sir," Harry replied, standing up and picking up his bag.

Severus strode from the classroom, followed by Harry. He warded the door and grabbed the boy by the shoulder.

"Professor?" Harry said, looking up at the tall, pale wizard.

"What Mr. Potter?" Severus said looking down at him.

"Nothing." He said, a grin tugging at his lips.

Snape was still Snape after all.

"Oh and will I be punished for this?"

Severus considered this.

"What do you think Mr. Potter?" he responded.

Harry didn't hesitate.

"I don't think I should be punished. The sixth-year insulted my mother. If I didn't defend her than I have no right to be called her son. He got what he deserved," the young wizard said, looking up at the Professor soberly.

Severus turned his head, his lip quirking a bit. The boy certainly had no problem justifying his actions. He was not apologetic at all. Harry Potter did what he wanted to do.

"I believe you are right, Mr. Potter," Severus said. "You will not be punished. This time."

"Yes sir," Harry said.

Together, the two wizards entered the main hall, Harry's arm growing numb under Snape's grip, and walked up the main stairwell toward the infirmary.

Severus had to make an effort not to look at the young wizard walking beside him too much.

He certainly was a fascinating boy.


Well, I think I'll end it here, I will include the Infirmary Scene with Mr. Hoyt. Also, thank you so much for all your reviews!

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