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BTW: Harry's previous time is more or less the book timeline.

Madsloth: Oh, don't worry, Harry'll be showing his less than nice side soon enough. And he'll be killing a couple of people as well.

To all those who liked Snape's first punishment: takes a bow I promise to try and have you wet yourselves with laughter during this story.

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"And so it begins." Harry said to himself as he woke from his first night in the Ravenclaw tower. He got dressed and smacked the bare foot of Anthony Goldstien, a fellow first year, to wake him up on his way to the common room. The blue and bronze colors on the Raven's common room was surprisingly relaxing, especially the starry ceiling. A definite change from Gryffindor.

As soon as he entered, the first thing he saw was the bushy hair of Hermionie. She was curled up in one of the softer armchairs, her face buried in a copy of Hogwarts: A History. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked like that and wondered how he could never noticed the last time as he looked at his schedule,

He was roused from his thoughts when Professor Flitwick came into the common room, catching the attention of everyone there, "Ah, Mr. Potter. Professor Dumbledore would like to see you for some reason"

"All right, Professor." Harry said, noticing the concerned look on his friend's face, "Don't worry, 'Mione, I'll be ok. He probably just wants to say hi."

He followed his head of house to the familar gargoyle, "Always with the lemon drops..surprised he can taste anything else." Harry thought as he headed up the stairs and into the headmaster's office, although it was currently devoid of his presence at the moment. It was just as he remembered it, with the exception of several if the silver doo-dads looking like they had suddenly malfunctioned. He had to force down a smirk as he counted the damaged ones, "Dumble's little monitors..I figured he'd know I've been gone from the Dursleys' for a while now."

"Quite. Dumbledore went on quite a turn when you suddenly dropped off the map 5 years ago. Was bloody funny to be honest." The hat quipped from it's resting place.

Harry chuckled when a large feathery object suddenly drove into his chest, sending him falling into the chair opposite the desk, "The hell?!" It took him a moment to realize it was none other than Fawkes who gave an energetic trill of greeting.

"Uh, hi, Fawkes." Harry looked at the hat, "Let me guess.."

"Yep,. Remember, phoenixes are highly magical creatures. That and the fact he's been living at Hogwarts so long, he's somewhat attuned to the magic here"

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised." He said as Fawkes settled on his shoulder. The phoenix was his traveling buddy for a good portion of his hunt for the Gate. The bird had, on one more than one occasion, attempted to set him up on a date, but Harry managed to catch him in the act..

He was about to get comfortable when the door opened and Dumbledore came in. Fawkes flew back to his perch before the headmaster made his way to them.

"Ah, Harry. Professor Flitwick said you were waiting for me.." His eyebrows raised up a bit at seeing the boy's condition up close. Any trace of mistreatment was nonexistent This was not good as far as he was concerned; the boy was supposed to be timid, nervous, and willing to trust anyone showing him even a hint of friendship. The one sitting in front of him was anything but.

"Professor? You're staring." Harry said, breaking the man from his thoughts.

"Oh, terribly sorry, Harry." Dumbledore snapped back in his chair slightly, "It's just when we got word that you had vanished from your Aunt's home a few years ago, we were quite worried."

"Actually, I've been staying with my godfather." Harry chirped, silently enjoying watching the old man lose a bit of color in his face, "It's just as well, when I found my parents' will, it turns out I wasn't supposed to live with the Dursleys at all. They were adamant that I not be put with them in they died, but somebody blatantly ignored their wishes concerning that."

"Y-yes. Yes, that's quite reprehensible." Dumbledore said, hoping Harry wasn't aware that he was the one who ignored it.

"Anyway, you asked for me?" He asked, poilitly refusing the offered lemon drops.

"Yes, Harry. I'm somewhat concerned about your placing."

"How so, Professor?"

"Well, your mother was a Ravenclaw; I hold nothing against her, but you seem more likely to follow in your father's footsteps. And he was in Gryffindor."

"So, he's trying to pull the 'like father, like son' card on me." Harry gave a casual shrug, "Maybe, but the house put me in Ravenclaw and I don't really mind, to be honest.."

"Come now, my boy. Gryffindor seems more suitable for you." As soon as those words left his mouth, Dumbledore's plans came crashing down even more.

Harry's eyes narrowed, "If I didn't know, Headmaster, I'd think you were implying I'm not smart enough to be in my current house."

The man cursed his poor choice of words and quickly tried to get around it, "Oh come now, Harry.I wouldn't even consider that. I was simply.."

"Headmaster," Harry cut in, "I happen to like being in Ravenclaw, and no one there seems to have a problem with me so far. I don't really appreciate you trying to change that."

"Now Harry.." Dumbledore started as Harry got up, "Be reasonable. Gryffindor would be.."

"Out of the question, Professor! I have no intention of changing houses. And you know you can't perform a resorting unless there's proof I was improperly placed." Harry made his way to the door and gave him one last look, "You know, first impressions count for a lot; and to be honest, I don't think I really like you very much."

With those parting words, Harry left, leaving a new fuming Dumbledore."Dammit!" The man growled, stabbing the desk with his quill.

Only for him to scream in pain when he realized it was his hand he had stabbed.

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This chapter just hit me and I felt I had to put it in, even if it is sort of a filler.