10:30 AM: September
History of Magic. One of the top most boring class. Next to Herbology. It wasn't very interesting, some things interested Harry. Things as the great Wizarding War, or the founding witches and wizards of Hogwarts school, or rivalries between different witches and wizards. But learning how the Ministry of Magic became The Ministry of Magic….why was that one of the MOST important things to teach? Yes, Harry yearned to be an Auror, but certain things….he didn't care about. How could he? He cares most about Potions and Defense Against The Dark Arts. Not some class that doesn't teach anything.
Thankfully, however, it wasn't a long class such as Potions. Hermione knew everything, of course. Harry knows more in Potions and Spells. He knows that for a fact. Even if she may KNOW it, more likely, she doesn't know how to cast it. "Bloody hell, 'Ermione. How do you know everything?" Ron elbowed Harry.
"Because, Ron, I read. I go to the library. Don't you guys ever read?" I do. Harry thought to himself. But might as well as keep his guard up. Strong. Act dumb and no one would know what you really do on your spare time.
"FREAK!" His uncle yelled. Harry ran was thirteen years old. Harry ran upstairs into his 'bedroom' where his uncle was waiting. Harry closed the door behind him. If this was another night, then he might as well, let his uncle have his pleasure.
'Yes, Uncle?"
"I want you to read your freak books." Harry was alarmed.
"Not to hurt, but to learn how to heal your fucking body." Harry silently sighed. Of course. His uncle didn't want Harry to show any signs of this abuse.
"Yes, sir."
"Now suck me off. And learn those….'spells'. Use them against me or my family and you will pay severely." Harry nodded.
"Yes, sir." Harry was on his knees and beginning to do what his Uncle asked of him.
"I read Quidditch." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Of course you would, Harry." Ron laughed.
"She doesn't play, so she wouldn't know." Harry and Ron spent the rest of the class talking about the Quidditch game and how the team Appleby Arrows won the Champion Cup this summer. Hermione, paid attention to the class and did her work. As always, being the smartest in her class.
11:15 AM: September
Transfiguration. Harry swised his hand pretending that he was hopeless at this. Hermione tried to help him, but Ron was watching him with this stabbing glare. "What's wrong, Ron?" Harry asked.
"Sorry nothing. Just thinking." Harry nodded his head.
"About food?" Hermione elbowed Harry.
"Pay attention!"
"Give up, Hermione. I won't ever get it."
"I'm not giving up!" Ron went back to his work. Harry shrugged. I'll have to ask him what his problem is.
Harry made sure he kept messing up. Hermione looked like she was ready to slap him. She coughed. "Harry it's like this," she readied her wand delicalty, "Avis." A beautiful bird was conjured out of Hermione's wand. A bird of white wings and mesmerizing blue eyes. Eyes that encapture a person. The bird flew around the room and everyone looked up and made the 'woah' sound. Soon the bird flew back to Hermione and as quickly as it was conjured, it rolled into a magical ball of white and blue light and vanished. The way she swished her wand was perfect. Ms. McGonagall saw this and took off her glasses. Her eyes looked droopy, but that is probably the price of old age.
"Well done, Ms. Granger. 50 points to Gryffindors." Hermione smiled. She looked at Ron who was gaping with his mouth open.
"Blood hell, Hermione. That was brilliant!" She slightly blushed.
"Thank you, Ron." She looked at Harry. Behind her back, Ron glared at Harry once more.
"I don't have a wand, Hermione."
"I know that, you will need to learn wandless magic." I already know that.
"I'll try."
"I'll find books for you."
"Erm….thanks." Harry looked at Ron. Ron looked angry.
11:15 AM: September
Transfiguration. Harry swised his hand pretending that he was hopeless at this. What? Golden Boy needs more attention? Pretending to be bad at a spell we learned as first years? Pathetic. Hermione tried to help him, but Ron was watching him with this stabbing glare. "What's wrong, Ron?" Harry asked. Of course, acting all innocent. Lying freak.
"Sorry, nothing. Just thinking." Harry nodded his head.
"About food?" Hermione elbowed Harry. Of course. Fat shame me. Ron smiled. He knew to play his part. If he wanted fame, being friends with Harry Potter was the way to go.
"Pay attention!"
"Give up, Hermione. I won't ever get it."
"I'm not giving up!" Ron went back to his work. Harry shrugged. I'll have to teach him a lesson later. Trying to steal Hermione from me. Trying to prove himself? Trying to prove to me that he can do whatever he wants because he is The-Chosen-One? Well he better back off. She is mine.
Harry made sure he kept messing up. Hermione looked like she was ready to slap him. She coughed. "Harry it's like this," she readied her wand delicalty, "Avis." A beautiful bird was conjured out of Hermione's wand. A bird of white wings and mesmerizing blue eyes. Eyes that encapture a person. The bird flew around the room and everyone looked up and made the 'woah' sound. Soon the bird flew back to Hermione and as quickly as it was conjured, it rolled into a magical ball of white and blue light and vanished. The way she swished her wand was perfect. Ms. McGonagall saw this and took off her glasses. Her eyes looked droopy, but that is probably the price of old age.
"Well done, Ms. Granger. 50 points to Gryffindors." Hermione smiled. She looked at Ron who was gaping with his mouth open. Gorgeous. Almost as her. Her eyes, her curls, her skin. Her lips. Her body. I want it all.
"Blood hell, Hermione. That was brilliant!" She slightly blushed. I have to fancy her. And I know I will. If Harry can get out of the way.
"Thank you, Ron." She looked at Harry. Behind her back, Ron glared at Harry once more. Freak. Always needing attention.
"I don't have a wand, Hermione."
"I know that, you will need to learn wandless magic." Getting special attention from her. Always wanting to be treated special.
"I'll try."
"I'll find books for you."
"Erm….thanks." Harry looked at Ron. Ron looked angry. Wouldn't appreciate anything she does. He needs to know when to back off. Ronald Weasley was envious. Oh he let that fester inside. Ready to release it all at the perfect time.
12:00 AM: September
It was lunch and Harry, Hermione, and Ron were at the Gryffindor table. Everyone was whispering spells that they learned from transfiguration to try to impress everyone else. "Squibbert!" Neville yelled. Nothing happened to his cup. He sighed in frustration. "I can't ever get it!" Ron snickered, and Hermione glared at him.
"What?"
"Don't be rude, Ronald." She sat next to Neville and took out her own wand. "It's like this, Neville." She cleared her throat and tapped the cup three times, "Squibbert." the cup turned into a ferret. Hermione smiled at Neville. Neville smiled back. So talented, she is.
"Thanks, Hermione." She nodded her head and then frowned.
"Watch out, Neville, the Slytherins are coming."
Draco and his Slytherin friends called Neville with a nasty tone. "Hey Longbottom!" What do the lameasses want, this time? Neville kept his eyes on Hermione. "Can't ignore us, forever, Longbottom." Draco walked up the Gryffindor table. He stood behind Neville. "I need some practice, and since you still need help with simple spells, I can help you."
"Leave him alone, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled. Draco kept his eyes on Neville.
"Don't need you in this, Granger." Draco took out his wand and swished his hand. "Crinus Muto!" Neville's warm, brown hair, turned into a cool, slick-back, black color. Everyone watching gasped. Draco smirked. "I hope you like it." He leaned down to see the ferret eating some food and swished his wand again, "Duro." The ferret turned into a stone. His hair….isn't bad…."There, you also got a garden statue." Draco and his goons walked away high-fiving and laughing. Hermione began to help with the ferret. Ron and Harry looked at each other. Ron was staring at Harry.
"What's wrong, Ron?"
"Nothing." He picked up his goblet and drank. He was then, eyeing Hermione. Does he like Hermione?
"Do you like her, Ron?"
"What do you think, Chosen One?" Sheesh, someone's not in a good mood….
"No need to be rude, Ron. If you like her, ask her out."
"Wow, something I didn't think of."
"I'm only trying to help."
"Yeah, I don't remember asking for any help from you."
"Are you sure you are okay, Ron?"
"Go back to 'saving' everyone, Golden Boy." Harry's smile went into a blank expression. I know. His thoughts came pouring in. I practically kill everyone I meet. Oh so Merlin, please help me. Ron is mad at me, and I don't know why. I didn't think I hurt him….Why is he acting like this? Harry's mind let a voice that he hated most of all, into his mind. But he wanted it out.
"Because you don't even deserve friends."
Get out, Dudley.
"I'll tell Dad! You're a friendless freak!" There was laughter. No, there was cackling.
Please go away….
"I can't wait until you come home this summer. I'll make it worse. Everything will be worse. You will die this summer. Your freaky professor knows something. And it's all your fault." He looked down at his untouched food. He looked around The Great Hall. Seeing if he can sit anywhere else. Please, someone let me sit with them….
He caught someone's eyes. A professor who is always aggressive, more aggressive towards him. Severus Snape's. Professor Snape was watching Harry. Why is he always doing this?
"Because he is fucking suspicious now!"
I'm sorry….His meal was barely touched. I'm not hungry.
"Good thing, because you didn't do anything to deserve to eat." Harry quickly lost the gaze and looked down at his food and looked at the table of The Slytherins. Why are they always after Neville? Harry was then thinking of his encounter of the Slytherins. They do seem….nice….in ways. Like they always stick together, and they are always fit and healthy, and everyone seems so well groomed. But it's probably because Snape would murder them if they weren't. But they seem interesting….
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