Warning, this chapter contains; (Slightly unreasonably) OOC!Snape, a bunch of OC!Teachers and a Seventh Year OFC.

Harry sat at the Ravenclaw table to meet with Hermione and Luna and pulled out the rule book again. At eight exactly the food appeared on the table and Harry glanced at it before going back to his book. He had already eaten once today and was sure that if he ate again before noon he would be sick. He wasn't used to eating. He smiled at Hermione and Luna as they came into the hall and rushed over to him.

Harry grinned and put his book away. "Hello Hermione, Luna. How are you two? Enjoying Ravenclaw tower?"

Luna gave a dreamy smile. "It's quiet nice. The hinyplucks quite like it there."

Harry nodded sagely. "Ah, well, as long as the hinyplucks like it."

Hermione looked confusedly between the two of them. "What's a hinypluck?"

Harry shrugged. "No idea. So, Ravenclaw tower?"

Hermione grinned. "Oh, it's amazing! There are so many books! And Rowena Ravenclaw was there herself! As a portrait! Apparently the Grey Lady is her daughter, Helena. I had no idea. Neither did anyone else apparently. It came as such a surprise. Apparently Ravenclaw's portrait had been missing for a long time, no one had seen her in so long they'd forgotten what she looked like. They got the statue of her wrong. The diadem was mostly right though. There's a statue of Ravenclaw in the common room, right next to the staircases leading to the dorms. Oh, you should see the dorms! The view is amazing!"

Harry placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Hermione! Breathe girl! Sylph you have an impressive pair of lungs. Do you stop to breathe at all when you talk?" he gave her a grin to show her he wasn't being cruel.

Hermione took a deep breath and sighed. "Sorry Harry. I'm still so new to this, I don't know when to stop sometimes." She opened her mouth to say something else but stopped at Harry's raised finger.

"That's alright Hermione. Everyone has to learn somehow. Trial and error. Hopefully less error."

Hermione laughed and nodded. "You're right. I'll try to hold myself back. So, when do you think we start classes? I hope we start right away." She again opened her mouth but hesitated before closing it again and looking at Harry.

He grinned. "See, you're learning already. We start classes next Monday apparently. This week will be so first years can learn where all their classes are so we don't get lost and for older students to catch up so they don't disrupt lessons for the next couple weeks before settling down into routine." There were some disappointed sounds from across the raven's table. Harry chuckled. "Don't worry. You'll be thankful of it later. Don't forget, this may be a boarding school but it is still a castle. Aside from the dungeons there are eight floors, ground floor included. It must be easy to get lost."

One of the other ravens nodded. "I guess so. Anyway, it's nice to meet you. I'm Kevin Entwhistle."

Harry nodded and shook the boy's hand. "Harry Irving." Everyone else in his year introduced themselves and Harry smiled, remembering most of them from the sorting. His memory retention abilities made learning names easy. "So, is everyone looking forward to classes then?"

There was a general sense of agreement and a lot of people started talking about what subjects they liked best and were looking forward to. Harry mostly sat back and read the book of school rules though he still joined in the conversations. When Amanda asked why he wasn't eating he told them he ate before he came down to the hall.

At the end of breakfast the heads of house handed out the time tables and the headmistress stood up. She just told the students that classes started next Monday, prefects were assigned to guide younger students around the school for the first week so they don't get lost on the way to classes. She didn't really say anything he didn't know from Salazar.

She and the rest of the staff, along with most of the students started leaving the hall then. Madam Pomfrey stepped up to Harry. "If you would follow us, Mr Irving." Harry nodded and bade goodbye to the ravens.

He followed the matron through the halls and into a room on the ground floor. It was a large, rectangular room with mismatched dark wood furniture. There was a fireplace with a roaring flame going and a portrait of the founders sitting around a table above it, Godric and Salazar in the midst of a whispered argument.

Harry sat in one of the vacant chairs next to the matron as the last few members of staff filed in and sat around. Godric and Salazar cut off their argument and turned to face the room. Helga and Rowena rolled their eyes and picked up a teacup each, obviously used to the boys arguing.

McGonagall looked up at them. "Before we start, who are you four?"

Godric half turned and smirked over his shoulder, "Godric Gryffindor, at your service."

Helga clasped her hands in front of her chest and smiled gently. "I'm Helga Hufflepuff. It's nice to meet you all. I hope we can be friends."

Rowena looked to the side. "Rowena Ravenclaw."

Salazar grinned. "Salazar Slytherin. It's lovely to meet you all. Would I be right in assuming you are Minerva McGonagall, the new headmistress?"

McGonagall nodded. "Yes... I must say, you aren't exactly what I expected the founders to look like."

Godric chuckled. "Yeah. It's been a long time so I'm not surprised. Everyone just jumps to conclusions. I'm surprised they're so close about some things but so wrong about others."

McGonagall looked speculatively at them. "I didn't think Slytherin was so... agreeable. I thought he was a dark wizard."

Quirrel nodded from his chair, enchanted parasol over one shoulder protecting him from the sunlight. "Indeed. All of the history books depict you as being the same. A dark, Pure-Blood that hated Half-Blood's and Muggleborns with a passion and thought anyone not pure was unworthy of being educated here."

Salazar jerked backwards in the portrait. "What? No!"

Godric placed a hand on his shoulder. "Easy Zar." He turned to the vampire defence teacher. "It's been a long time since we were alive. The reason history is so wrong is because of the fifth headmaster after us. He hated slytherins in general and decided trashing Salazar's reputation was a good idea. He spread the lies for so long that people started to believe it. It doesn't help that one of Salazar's kids turned out to be a megalomaniac dark lord who killed countless muggles."

Salazar sniffed. "Why Geoff..."

Godric rubbed his friends back. "He's not worth your tears, Zar. Don't cry over him. He made his choice." Salazar sniffled again and nodded. Godric turned back to the headmistress. "History is written by those in power. If the wrong person comes into power, the truth is cast aside for what they want you to think."

Snape nodded from his place towards the back of the room, slightly further away from the rest of the staff. "That is true but it doesn't explain Lord Slytherin acting so..."

"Juvenile?" Quirrel smirked. "He's not worthy or the title Lord. He's a wimp."

Salazar jerked backwards slightly and gasped before turning and running out of the canvas. Godric reached towards him. "Zar!" he glared down at the professors. "Now look what you've done!" He ran off after Salazar.

Rowena looked down disdainfully. "You disgust me." and walked off after the other two.

Snape glared at Quirrel. "You shouldn't have said that." Quirrel huffed and folded his arms. Snape looked up at the only remaining founder. "I was going to say, 'Why is his behaviour so erratic'?"

Helga bit her lip and looked to the side after the others before looking back down at the hall. "Well... while we were building the castle...

The sound of stone on stone shot through the air, voices calling to each other mixing into it. Four people could be seen dragging huge stones from the quarry to the stone smith by themselves where others used carts or levitation spells to move the slabs. The sound of metal on stone accompanied a group of people, much shorter than the others, cutting and trimming the stone to just the right size before sending it up to the construction site.

The ground and first floors were already built, the workers building up the third floor now.

The sound of chattering children playing on the field a good distance away was carried by the gently breeze. The four people pulling stone stopped after they dropped off the next load and looked over the building work.

Godric smiled. "It's really coming along now. At this rate, we'll be ready by September."

Salazar nodded. "The sooner the better. You've seen what those people do to people with magic. I don't want to risk any more children."

Helga nodded. "Is that why you collected so many?" she asked, pointing at the large collection of children in the field.

Salazar chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I just have a soft spot for children. Besides, you can't say you wouldn't do exactly the same."

The other three chuckled but nodded. Godric looked the building over. "How many floors again?"

Salazar grinned. "Seven. With a few towers and of course the dungeons."

Godric sighed. "Why do we need it so big?" he looked longingly at the children laying splayed on the floor soaking up the sun. It was a hot day and no one really wanted to work.

Salazar wrapped an arm around his neck. "Because," he ruffled his friend's hair. "If it's going to be a school as well as a home to anyone who needs it, it will need to be big! Besides, who doesn't want to spend time running around a magical castle and explore its secrets!"

Godric flailed ineffectively in the headlock while Rowena and Helga laughed. He eventually managed to pull out and began tidying his hair. "Don't mess with my hair Salazar!"

Salazar ruffled it again. "It looks better like this!" he pulled it into a new style and smirked. Godric glared at him before fixing it back how it was before. They looked over as the ladies in the large open tent rang the bell for lunch. The children and anyone not busy walked over (Ran in the case of the children) and began serving themselves and helping serve up for the others, who all came over after they finished what they had been doing.

The children finished first naturally and rushed back off to play. Salazar chuckled and followed them out. The tent was filled with a pleasant buzz as everyone chatted and relaxed, a few wives helping partners relax their tired shoulders.

Everyone froze at a loud, piercing shriek and a shout of alarm that was swiftly followed by the sound of collapsing rocks. They all ran out and saw some rocks fallen from the top floor now on the ground. A group of children were on the ground just outside on the danger area and were now crying. Parents frantically gathered their children and made sure everyone was safe.

Helga, Rowena and Godric gathered up Salazar's orphans and did a quick count. They relaxed when it became apparent that they were all there before a voice called out and had everyone on edge. "Evangeline!"

A glance showed her not to be in the immediate area and everyone frantically started pulling apart the rubble. Helga looked up. "Where's Salazar?!" her question was answered by more frantic movements and soon the pair was uncovered from the rubble. Evangeline was held tightly to Salazar's chest, his back to the fallen rocks. She carefully climbed out and was immediately checked for injuries before being passed to her parents. Thankfully she was relatively unharmed.

Godric gently knelt down next to Salazar and cast a few basic healing spells at the wounds along his back and on the back of his head. A stretcher was brought over and he was carefully moved to the medical tent.

It was several hours of Godric and the healers doing everything they could before they came out of the tent. Godric sank into a chair and dropped his head into his hands. "He'll live..." Helga and Rowena hugged him and he took a deep breath before continuing. "His wounds were pretty bad. He'll live. I don't know when he'll wake up though..."

"We stopped building for two weeks while we waited for him to wake up. This castle... had always been Salazar's dream. It was always his thing. He wanted to build a place where those who were outcast from their home could come and be safe. A place where children could grown and learn without fear. Where they could learn how to use their powers..." Helga sighed. "When he woke... he wasn't the same. His emotions were uncontrollable. He had no emotional self control. It scared him for a while too. He was overly emotional and was set off by the slightest thing."

She looked off to where the other three had vanished out of the frame. "With how different Salazar was after the accident... it was like he'd died and someone else was in his place." She wiped at the fresh wave of tears and shook her head. "He almost died saving a child that nowadays would be termed a squib. You all think he's some cruel sadist who hates anyone not 'Pure-Blood' and would sooner kill them all than let them live here, but you couldn't be further from the mark. He's a good man who spent his entire life fighting for what's right and those less fortunate than him." She glared at everyone in the room. "You would do well to be half the man he is!" she turned and sped out of the portrait after the other three.

Snape glared at Quirrel. "Congratulations. You've managed to upset all four of the founders." Quirrel snorted.

Salazar came bounding back into the portrait with Godric and Rowena at his heels. "I'm okay now."

Godric smirked. "The upside to his mood swings. He doesn't sulk for long. Doesn't hold grudges either."

Salazar nodded. "Why stay angry at someone for something when it's easier to let it go and move on with your life?"

Godric nodded. "Exactly. So, shall we begin then? I'm interested in seeing what you'll do with our apprentice."

McGonagall nodded. "Of course. So, Mr Irving, where would you say you were in each subject?"

Harry bit his lip. "I only found out the magical world existed at the end of July so I've only had a month. I haven't tried any spells out and I know I have no experience with potions, though I can cook well so preparing the ingredients for a potion shouldn't be too much trouble. I have done a lot of gardening though. I think I'd be good at Herbology."

Quirrel smirked. "And defence?"

Salazar looked at the man. "Harry will not be participating in any defence practice until either myself or Miss Romanov give him the go ahead."

The staff looked at him in confusion before there was a knock at the door. A seventh year student popped her head round the door. "Professors? Sorry to interrupt. A house elf delivered a message saying I was needed here."

Professor Flitwick smiled. "Ah, come in Miss Romanov. Excellent timing."

She came in and sat in the empty chair next to Harry at the diminutive professor's gesture. "Why am I here?" she looked around the room cautiously. From the blue trim on her robes Harry could tell she was a Ravenclaw. There was something about her magic though... something different, but familiar... she looked down at him and tilted her head. "You're a mage?"

Harry blinked in shock and leant away slightly. "Um... yeah."

She nodded. "I thought so. I'm a rank one mage, myself, so I recognised your magic. I'm Anna Romanov by the way."

Harry nervously grinned. "Harry Irving. If you're a mage, why aren't you a Hogwarts apprentice?"

Anna smirked. "Everyone born into my family is a rank one mage. I had done enough control exercises before coming to Hogwarts that I was able to do the first year spells and was able to join the other first years."

Salazar smiled down at them. "And that is why you are here. We need you to help teach Harry how to control his magic. He's a rank six mage so he needs a lot of control before he can learn the lower level spells."

Anna nodded. "Ah, I see. Yeah. I can help. Level one stuff is basic but I know some of the more advanced stuff. Mum's a rank four. She got to rank two after having my older brother and then rank three after me. Rank four was during the war."

Harry blinked. "So, child birth is traumatic enough to raise a mage an entire rank?"

Anna nodded. "Yeah, though the power boost decreases with each child and stops entirely after four."

Harry nodded. "I can't imagine wanting to do something like that more than once. Thankfully I'm male."

Anna laughed. "Yeah. You boys always have it easy. Anyway, I'd be happy to help you learn how to control your powers."

Harry nodded. "Thank you. I'd appreciate it."

Salazar slapped himself on the head. "I knew there was something I was supposed to do this morning. Harry, we need to get an accurate reading of your power levels. Hold on, Mint will take you to your rooms real quick."

Before Harry could open his mouth to reply Mint had popped in, grabbed his hand and popped back out. Harry braced himself in a crouch as he suddenly was without a chair to support him. He managed to push himself into a standing position without too much effort.

Salazar walked into his portrait where Helga was still sitting, clearly trying to pull herself back together. "Right, Harry. See the computer?" Harry nodded. "Turn it on."

Harry walked over and sat down. "Where's the on switch?"

"Just put your hand on the middle of the screen. That's it. Right, see those two trays on the bottom of the monitor? The one on the right, push that button." What looked like a disc tray with bits of glass popped out. "Right, prick your finger on that sharp edge there, put some blood in between the two sheets of glass and push the tray back in." Harry did so. "Okay, on the screen, touch the icon in the bottom left corner, now the third one from the top. Okay, click on the green button. Right, now we wait for the results. Shouldn't take long."

Harry looked at the eccentric founder. "So, what does it do?"

"Well, what you've just asked it to do is read the levels of mana and magic inside you. We can use it to judge your control level and how much we will have to work to get you up to scratch."

Harry nodded and looked back at the computer. "I thought technology didn't work in Hogwarts?"

Salazar shook his head. "Electrical devices don't work around magic but this is Magi-technology. It's designed to work with magic. It took a lot of work to make."

Harry nodded. "Right. I see." A box popped up on the screen and Harry looked it over.

"Right, click on the print button on the top, the one that looks like a piece of paper coming out the top of a box." Harry did so and a sheet of paper came out of a draw to his right. "Take that with you back to the staff room."

Harry picked it up and stood up, letting Mint take him back to the staff room. He looked sheepishly at the staff who shrugged it off.

Salazar and Helga stepped into the portrait and Salazar grinned. "So, Harry. What is your Merlin Count?"

Harry looked at the sheet. "One five nine four three... Fifteen thousand nine hundred and forty three." He looked at Anna. "Is that high?"

Anna smirked. "Not for a rank six mage it's not. Do you have a staff? Usually anyone over five hundred has one."

Harry nodded and pulled his staff from his bag. "Yeah."

Anna whistled low and leant forwards to examine it. "Nice. Very stylish."

Harry smirked. "Thanks."

Salazar nodded. "What about your mana count, Harry?"

Harry looked back at the sheet. "Two hundred and fifty two."

Salazar nodded. "Not bad. Higher than I was expecting."

Harry frowned. "What do you mean?" the number seemed pretty low to him, especially when compared to his magic.

Salazar tilted his head to one side. "Typically someone's mana count is about ten. In mages it's higher if they've trained it up for their control, like Anna. With all the training you did this summer I knew it would be larger than normal but it is still higher than I expected. That just means you will improve faster which means you will be able learn how to cast spells sooner. Admittedly I wasn't expecting your Merlin Count to be quite so high. Your control over you magic will be shot to hell at the moment. You won't be able to cast anything less than massive, area effect spells that would kill most people using them."

Harry sighed. "Just another thing to make me abnormal."

Anna gently gripped his shoulder. "You're not abnormal. You've just got a bit more power than most people and need more training before you can control it. You are not abnormal. I don't know why you're a mage but I know it must have been something magically traumatic and to get to level six at your age?" she shook her head. "You've been through hell and back. I won't pretend to understand what you're going through but I will help in any way I can."

Harry smiled. "Thanks."

Godric sighed. "Well, if his control is as bad as you say it is, what will he be doing in lessons?"

Professor Sprout smiled. "Well, there's no reason he can't attend first year classes in Herbology."

Snape nodded. "Same with potions, provided you don't so much as touch your wand in the class room." He gave Harry a slight glare. Mentally adding 'And stay out of my head.'

Harry rolled his eyes slightly. "Yes sir."

Rowena nodded slowly. "You will have to cover nothing but theory for a while. I would not suggest the usual number of classes other students have."

The other three founders looked towards her. Helga tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean, Rowena?"

The raven claw founder looked over Harry. "He would become bored if he had more than one class of each subject a week in those he cannot participate in. Perhaps if he were to take more classes that didn't require magic for now and add extra sessions of the core classes later when he can cast the spells."

McGonagall nodded. "That makes sense. Now then, Mr Irving, we offer a range of classes. The elective classes are not usually offered until third year but you can take them now if any of them peak your interest. We also have a number of extracurricular classes you could take."

In the end they spent the entire morning writing Harry's time table up.

On Monday he would work in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey between nine o'clock and ten thirty. Then he would have a free period until after lunch where he would have double potions with Professor Snape from one o'clock to three thirty. Then between four o'clock and lunch time he would be joining the other first years in study hall.

On Tuesday he had history of magic between nine and ten thirty, then he had fee time until two thirty where he would have charms with Professor Flitwick until four and them Herbology with Professor Sprout until five thirty. Then after dinner he had his offensive magic class with Genis and his swordsmanship classes with the dual swordsman.

On Wednesday he had transfiguration with Professor Stroud between nine and ten thirty then he had free time until one o'clock for ancient runes with Professor Babbling. He then had half an hour before Care of Magical Creatures with Professor Kettleburn and then free time until after dinner before art class with Professor Quick between seven and eight thirty, instead of healing magic classes. Then he had his usual swordsmanship class until ten before he had Astronomy at midnight.

On Thursday he had potions between ten thirty and noon, Herbology between one and three thirty. History of magic between four and five thirty and then music with Professor Tenor between seven and eight thirty.

On Friday he had an hour and a half off in the morning before spending the entire day in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey for a healing theory lesson between ten thirty and noon and general work in the hospital wing between one and six.

(A/N: a picture of Harry's timetable can be found on my facebook page)

Anna had agreed to meet with him every Saturday morning after breakfast to help teach him control of his magic. And every Sunday before dinner to teach him meditation techniques. Harry also joined the Hogwarts orchestra which met every Sunday morning until lunch. Harry couldn't play any instruments and he didn't have much faith in his singing voice but he was interested in seeing if he could. It was one of the reasons he was taking the music class.

All in all he had about thirty three hours of work in a week with twenty hours of free time. This was more free time most students had since they usually had more classes a week than he did. Of course, this wasn't counting time before breakfast and after dinner.

As they all headed down to lunch Harry was engaged in a deep conversation with Anna. She told him about what kind of things they would be doing as training and what kind of control exercises he could do. She was going to write home and ask for a book about it as well as some higher level techniques since had way too much power to control it properly. When they got to the hall they were earlier than most of the other students and sat at the Ravenclaw table. Harry looked at the healthy spread that Mint popped onto the table in place of what was there before.

He smiled at the seventh year. "The house elf assigned to me by the school is insistent that I eat a full and healthy meal. She seems the type you don't want to upset. Help yourself to whatever." He put some of the sandwiches on his plate along with some fruit, salad and salad-pasta. When the other Ravenclaws came down those that sat near Harry and Anna wanted some of the healthier foods too. Slowly the food on the entire table was replaced with a healthier option than what Hogwarts served.

By the time lunch ended not only did the Ravenclaws have the healthy foods but so did the Hufflepuffs, the Slytherins and most of the Gryffindor table. When lunch finished Harry quickly found Neville and fell into step beside him. "Hey Neville."

The other boy jumped slightly and looked at him. "Oh, hey Harry. How are you?"

Harry smiled. "I'm alright. You?"

Neville nodded. "Yeah. Gryffindor is awesome. The view from the tower is cool. We can see the lake, the front of the school grounds, the game keepers hut and the forbidden forest from the common room window. And get this, there's a whomping willow on the grounds. I would never have thought a school like this would have such a dangerous tree here. They are incredibly rare, almost extinct. The one here on the grounds must be one of the last ones still around. They're naturally native to northern Scotland actually. They take a lot to take care of. I'm thinking of asking the Herbology teacher for a cutting or a seed. We don't have one in our green houses at home. Did you know they're actually sentient?"

Harry smiled at how enthusiastic the boy was getting about a tree. He was so shy on the train and seemed to be unwilling to put himself into the conversation. "I didn't know that. You seem to know a lot about plants."

Neville nodded. "Yeah, I do a lot of work in my family's greenhouses. Most of the Longbottom fortune came from our greenhouses and exporting plants and potions ingredients. Most of the school supply of ingredients is bought directly from my family."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Really? Impressive. Will you be going into the family business then? You seem like you'd be good at it."

Neville sighed and shook his head. "Gran wants me to be an Auror. I would prefer to be in the greenhouses but I don't want to upset Gran."

Harry tilted his head. "Why don't you do what you want to? It's your life, your future. You should do something your good at and enjoy doing. Besides, it's a family business right? You're doing what everyone in your family has done."

Neville nodded. "Yeah, but my dad was an Auror so my Gran wants me to follow in my dad's footsteps."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I can't say I know what it's like having someone's footsteps to follow in, but I can say that you are your own person. You shouldn't let other people's opinions push you into doing something you don't want to. Even if I knew anything about my parent's I would still not want to do what they do, I would be myself, do what I want to do."

Neville sighed and smiled. "Thanks. I will try and get Gran to see it that way. I do want to work in the greenhouse. I'll try and convince her."

Harry nodded. "Get good grades in Herbology and she'll see how talented you are. You definitely seem to know your stuff." Harry smiled as Hermione and Luna came jogging up and joined them just as they stepped out onto the grounds. Harry looked around. "Let's go sit aver there." He pointed to a tree by the lake and that all went over and sat down.

They sat, discussing time tables for a while. They three of them were shocked at how early Harry got up every morning. Neville shocked Harry by asking if he could join him on his morning run. Harry smiled. "Sure, but you'll have to get up early since you will need to warm up before doing anything else. You sure you're up for it?"

Neville nodded. "Yeah. I really want to get into shape. Walking around all those stairs this morning just about killed me."

Hermione and Luna expressed an interest in his classes with Sheena and also expressed an interest in joining him for his morning runs. Harry welcomed them to join him, if they could wake up on time. Neville then asked if he could join his work out sessions with Regal. Harry smiled. He had gone from having no friends at all to suddenly having three who genuinely wanted to spend time with him, even if it meant getting up at six in the morning.

They weren't outside for long before other students started showing up. Harry grinned as the giant squid floated to the surface. The pair of red headed twins he had noticed at the sorting took off their shoes and socks, rolled up their trousers legs and waded into the water. They began tickling the giant squid's tentacles. Harry sent a quick mental probe at the squid and smiled when he got a sense of amusement and happiness back from the squid. He was enjoying it.

Luna took off her shoes and draped her feet in the water. "Oh, it's warm." Hermione joined her. They were soon joined by some other first years from varying houses, splashing about in the shallow end of the lake. Some of the upper years stood around watching, making sure no one got into any trouble.

Harry smiled and leant back against the tree. He would definitely enjoy the next seven years here.

Man I didn't realise until now but my autism really shows in my writing. I keep making Harry say things which are completely accurate, even if only guesses, but he has no foundation for the guess. Like house elves being assigned to each of the towers to clean things. At no point did he learn that, or even have it implied and it's not mentioned in Hogwarts; A history. I cut them out when I find them but can you guys let me know if I'm making Harry too smart? I kind of don't notice.