"Your uncle is much more personable out of class." Harry said as he and Draco took a seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table. Harry was still in shock that Snape had actually been some what polite, especially to a Potter.

Draco just snorted his amusement at the statement and started to pile his plate full.

"Uncle Severus is always a personable individual, however he chooses not to waste his time on the unworthy."

"The unworthy?" Harry asked thinking that he knew where this conversation was going.

Draco paused with his fork halfway to his mouth and looked over at Harry as if he only just realized who he was talking to.

"Yes the unworthy, you know, people who are waste of time, to him that is mostly the Gryffindors." Draco replied with a smirk and a wink.

"You do realize my parents were in Gryffindor right?" Harry said with a grin of his own, if he didn't know any better he would say that Draco was actually bantering with him.

"Of course I do Potter, how two Gryffindors could produce a Ravenclaw is beyond me." Draco said with a mock thoughtful look.

Harry just rolled his eyes and was about to reply when Neville plopped down beside of him and threw an arm around his shoulders.

"Mate you've already forgotten about me!" Neville exclaimed with mock dread.

Harry frowned back.

"Of course I have Longbottom, after all according to Malfoy here Gryffindors are a waste of time and therefore I am forced to cleanse my hands of you."

Draco made a show of examining his fingernails while Neville sputtered with indignation, and Harry smiled in amusement.

"Fine then mate, I see how it is; I'll just go back to the Gryffindor table and tend to my wounded pride." Neville said and made to get up, only to be pushed back down by Ron who took a seat beside of him and began pilling his plate.

The three boys turned to look at Ron as he kept piling his plate higher and higher, finally Neville decided to say something, "Umm Ron do you plan on eating the Ravenclaws out of all their food?"

Ron just grunted through his mouthful of food.

Draco snarled his lip in disgust, "Honestly Weasley didn't your parents have enough time to teach you any manners, I mean maybe because there are seven of you they didn't have time to spare on the youngest ones."

Ron chocked on his food, turned bright red and glared across the table at the blonde haired boy. After swallowing his mouthful Ron snarled back, "Shut up Malfoy, apparently your mother hasn't fed you well enough, notice how much taller I am than you. I am actually growing unlike you, you stunted midget." With that statement he went back to his plate of food leaving a very pink Malfoy frothing at the mouth.

Silently Harry applauded Ron for his comeback, something which was extremely unexpected. Usually when Ron was younger he just skipped words and went straight to using his fists. He was also amused to see Draco pile his plate a bit more and started to eat pointedly ignoring the rest of them, to which Neville just shrugged and started to talk about Quidditch.

After lunch the group went their separate ways. Harry and Draco went to the greenhouse, luckily for Harry Draco seemed to know where he was going so he wouldn't have to pretend not to know the way. Deciding to see how Draco knew his way around so well Harry called him on it.

"Oh simple, during the summer I usually stay with Uncle Severus here, when I was younger I would often get lost, but all those years of being here has paid off."

Harry nodded at his explanation, for he figured something of the sort.

During their lesson they were joined at their table by Terry Boot and Blaise Zabini, neither boy Harry could honestly say he knew well, but he did like Terry, and he had never had a disagreement with Zabini.

Both Blaise and Draco pointedly ignored Terry while Harry ignored them for doing so. The class passed that way with Harry only talking to Terry and giving Draco the cold shoulder. Terry was a bit put out by this but was friendly to Harry none-of-the-less.

After Herbology the Ravenclaws had a free period and Harry decided to help Terry with his essays and ignore Draco until dinner at least. The two boys quickly made their way to their dorms and began their work. Harry was surprised at how quickly Terry caught on to the homework, but then again there was a reason that he was sorted into Ravenclaw.

Just as he was finishing up on his potions work he heard a rap on the window and looked up to see a very pleased Hedwig sitting on the ledge with a letter in her beak and a package tied to her leg.

Harry quickly let her in and relieved her of her burden and gave her a fond pat on the head. Not even bothering opening the package he quickly stored it in his trunk and tore open the letter and began to read.

Harry,

Your father and I are so proud that you were sorted into Ravenclaw, which wasn't surprising because you are such a bright young man. I hope that you take your studies seriously and try to do your best in all your classes. I will let your father write now.

Hey hey Prongsie, a Ravenclaw? I am shocked, I hope that you aren't going to spend all your time with your nose stuck in a book; after all you do have the family's name to up hold. Actually I am extremely proud of you and know that you will exceed at Hogwarts, just throw in a prank every now and then for my sake.

With love,

Your parents.

P.S. I hope you like the package!

Since they were done with their homework Harry and Terry went to the library in search of Neville and Ron. Harry sorely wished that he had the two way mirrors to use to contact his friends, and decided to write to his dad asking if there were any communication devices that could be used to contact his friends. Hopefully he could get more than one set to use, as he did have more than one close friend, or he would.

The library was unsurprisingly enough devoid of either Neville or Ron; however he spotted a familiar head of bushy hair in the corner hard at work. He made his way over to the table with Terry trailing behind him, and took a seat. Hermione was so engrossed in her book that she didn't even look up to acknowledge their presence. Harry coughed loudly to gain her attention. Hermione jumped startled and quickly looked up at the other two boys.

"Hello Hermione, this is my friend Terry Boot. Terry this is Hermione Granger of Gryffindor." Both of them nodded heads to acknowledge the other but Hermione still kept her eyes narrowed at Harry.

Harry sighed, "Honestly Hermione I didn't mean to scare your friend last night, and you guys just startled me." He said in a regretful tone that he knew Hermione couldn't resist.

She nodded her acceptance and started to go back to her work but was stopped by a question from Terry, "How are you enjoying your classes so far?"

Harry had to stop himself from sighing as Hermione started off to what he knew would be a very long conversation.

By the end of the conversation the trio was late for dinner and Terry and Hermione had both become tentative friends, and Harry sported a headache from the endless words pouring from the other two's mouths. Harry was used to Hermione's talkative nature, but he had not been exposed to it for some time now. Terry decided to sit with Hermione at the Gryffindor table while Harry made his way over to Draco to give him a talking to.

When he sat down Draco turned to stare at him as if he was thinking about something important. "Ok Potter I apologize." Draco muttered looking at his plate.

"Apologize for what Malfoy?" Harry asked with his eyes narrowed, he'd be darned if he was going to let Malfoy off easy.

Draco sighed again and leaned back in his seat, while he didn't really care about the muggleborns, he might as well treat them somewhat reasonably, after all it was best to play your card close to your chest.

"For ignoring Boot today in herbology, it won't happen again."

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me Draco, you don't even know the boy, and yet to judge him by his blood. Your prejudice is stupid and uncalled for, you need to learn to think for yourself and question things you've been brought up to believe. If the purity of blood is all you care about then you shouldn't even be talking to me." Harry said forcefully, he didn't think that Malfoy would back out of his friendship now, but he would be sulky for a few days.

Malfoy turned slightly pink but nodded his head in agreement. Malfoy wasn't a fool, if Potter wanted him to be civil to muggleborns then he would at least appear to do so, perhaps over time he would be able to sway him to his views, after all he was kidnapped by muggles.

The next week passed in the same manner, he would wake early and go to breakfast with Draco. Halfway through the meal he would be joined by Neville and Ron, who tried their best to get Draco riled up, something that the rest of them found highly amusing. Go to classes, eat lunch, go to classes, free time/dinner, and homework in the library with Hermione.

Harry was careful not to 'catch' on too quickly to the assignments, but he was usually first in his classes followed by both Hermione and surprisingly Neville. It would seem that many of Neville's problems in his other world steamed from low self esteem, which was not surprising really.

The most amusing class had to have been Defense Against the Dark Arts. To Harry who knew the truth about Quirrell every time he stuttered, he would have to hold back a laugh. Harry pretended to pay rapt attention to the stuttering follower, never letting his eyes leave the Professor, something which unnerved the man greatly, and caused him to actually stutter.

When Dean Thomas asked about how he got rid of some zombies for an African Prince and received his purple turban, Quirrell started muttering off topic. Harry just grinned and raised his hand whipping the smile off his face and taking on a serious expression.

"Yes Mr. Potter you have a question?" Quirrell asked desperately.

"Well yes sir, I saw a movie a few years ago, and since this is DADA I was wondering if using an exorcist really works?" Harry asked with crinkled brows.

Many of the purebloods and some half-bloods looked confused at his statement, however all the muggleborns leaned forward intently.

"Exorcist? What is an exorcist?" Quirrell asked as confusedly as his students looked.

"You know a catholic priest, who expels demons and on such." Harry said with a shrug and leaned forward waiting for an answer.

When Quirrell continued to look confused Hermione spoke up, "An exorcist drives out spirits that possess a person. I believe he is asking if catholic priest can truly do this."

Harry nodded his head in agreement with a totally serious face.

Quirrell went extremely pale and stuttered out that he had never heard of them and would look into the topic and give them an answer at a later date. Needless to say the first years thought he was a stuttering idiot, no pun intended.

Even after a week Snape had still behaved civil towards him, something that was honestly beginning to unnerve him. Severus Snape being civil to any one, especially a Potter was unbelievable; perhaps he wasn't a slimy git here after all, which Harry highly doubted. However after talking to Neville and Ron he was relieved to know that Snape was still a cranky bat to the Gryffindors, the only one he seemed to tolerate was Hermione.

So far everything was going exactly how he wanted it in this world. Smiling he laid back on his bed and reminded himself to write to his dad about the two-way mirrors in the morning.