Chapter 7 First Day at Hogwarts

Harry awoke to a tapping at the window, Harry's phoenix V on the windowsill. Harry let him in, V jumped into the room.

"Harry, you are a proven wizard, but in this life, you have not earned a phoenix yet. I will come back, when you sacrifice everything, and give yourself to the light again. Goodbye, for now."

"Goodbye, for now." Harry said with a twinge of sadness in his voice, watching the magnificent bird unfurl his wings and soar off into the night sky.

Harry returned to his bed, tossing a turning until he finally succumbed to sleep early in the morning.

"Harry!" yelled Ron, "Get up, you'll be late for breakfast." Throwing a pillow at him.

"Fine, I'm up." Harry yawned. Harry got ready and stumbled down to breakfast when he got there, a student he didn't recognize delivered a note to him in long, narrow, slanted writing.

Mr. Potter,

I wish to speak with you on events that happened on the train ride to Hogwarts, if you could please join me in my office tomorrow at 7 o'clock.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"You got one too then?" Ron asked.

"Yea, did Hermione?"

"Don't know, haven't seen her all morning."

"Oh, Potions the first class right?" Harry asked Ron, knowing the answer.

"Ya, then transfiguration and charms. We better go if we want to make it on time."

"Lets go."

Harry guided them to the dungeon, and the Potions room, refraining from using the secret passageways; as a result they were almost late. It was not noticed by Snape, as he wasn't there either.

Snape burst into the room telling the scared first years, "There will be no silly incantations or wand waving in this class, Ah, Mr. Potter our new- celebrity," Snape said as his cold black eyes passed over Harry, but Harry noticed something he almost missed, when he made direct eye contact with Snape, he softened for the tiniest sliver of a second, then went back to being the same hard Snape.

"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper to death. If you aren't a bunch of dunderheads."

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, then looking at Hermione at the edge of her seat waiting for an opportunity to prove herself that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter! Tell me, what would I get if I added a powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

" You would get a very strong sleeping potion otherwise known as the Draught of Living Death." Harry said, happy he was beating Snape at his own game.

"Correct, Mr. Potter," looking at him with the utmost loathing. "Very well, Mr. Potter lets try again, tell me where would I find a Bezoar?"

"In the stomach of a goat, its medicinal properties cure most poisons." Harry said remembering what happened to Ron in his sixth year.

"Thank you Mr. Potter I asked where to find it, not what it did."

"But I said that too."

"A point from Gryffindor, for… for cheek."

Snape set them up in pairs for a simple potion of curing boils; the only person he seemed to like was Malfoy. Just as Neville was about to add the porcupine quills that would almost destroy the room, Harry told him not to put them in.

"Is there something you wish to share with the class Mr. Potter?"

"No Professor, just telling Neville not to put the quills in yet so he doesn't get boils all over his body."

"Tell me Mr. Potter, how could you possibly know that Mr. Longbottom would erupt in boils if he put the quills in?" Snape asked suspicious.

"My eyes weren't the only things that I inherited from my mother." Harry said with a twinkle in his eye like he knew something Snape didn't.

"Oh really? Stay after class Potter, I need speak with you."

Harry and Ron finished their potion right after Hermione and Lavender, most of it done by Hermione, they finished and cleaned up their station right before Snape dismissed them.

Harry walked up to Snape's desk, curious to his request.

"So, Potter how did you know about Longbottom and the boils, and that your mother had an aptitude for potions? I believed you live with your," emphasizing the word, "Muggle, relatives."

"Well I just figured that making the cure for boils, if you messed it up, you would get boils. And Aunt Petunia told me that my mother liked potions and was quite good at it. She said you were friends with her, could you tell me about her?" Harry asked, trying to get Snape to open up and be a nice person and not perceive Harry as a second James.

"I'm sorry Potter but I only knew her in passing."

"So that's why you love her so much? Why she nicknamed you? Why you hate me because she chose James, your archrival over you. Why your Patronus is the same as hers? Why you are a double agent because of her? You just knew her in passing? Bullshit." Harry said his temper rising, how could he say that, they were best friends!

Snape's eyes widened as harry spoke, finally he whispered, "How could you possibly know all that?"

"You will find out tomorrow night." Harry said vaguely, and left, ignoring all of Snape's other questions.

Much to his surprise Ron and Hermione were outside the room waiting for him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked surprised.

"Couldn't let you get killed in there mate. Hermione and I decided to wait for you."

"But now we will all be late."

Hermione's eyes widened in fear looking at Harry,

"What?" She asked quite fearfully.

"Ya Transfiguration starts in like three minutes." Harry stated. Looking at each other they bolted for Professor McGonagall's room. Harry went through all the secret passageways he knew to get them there on time, the three of them arriving just barely late, quite breathless.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger, I was wondering when you where going to arrive."

"Sorry Professor, we got lost." Ron said looking down

"Well then perhaps I should transfigure Mr. Potter into a pocket watch, and Miss Granger into a map, at least then one of you would be on time, as it were, please, sit." McGonagall said reprimanding the three of them. She continued lecturing on transfiguring, eventually turning her desk into a pig and setting them on the task of turning a match into a needle. Harry tried to make it look like he was struggling, when he could turn the match into a dragon for all he cared.

"Mr. Potter I am aware I assigned you to transfigure a match into a needle not your brain into mush."

"Sorry Professor," Harry said looking down.

"Well what are you waiting for Mr. Potter, my approval? Lets go, chop chop."

Just then Hermione succeeded in transfiguring her match, diverting McGonagall from Harry, Harry then cast the quite simple incantation and transfigured his as well, earning him an appraising look form McGonagall. Ron managed to transfigure his just before McGonagall dismissed them; they were the only people that successfully managed it.

They went to the Great Hall for lunch, Ron asking Harry what Snape wanted.

"Oh, just how I knew that Neville would erupt in boils."

"Harry how did you know that because even I didn't know that, and I read that book he assigned back and forwards." Hermione said questioningly.

"Er- I just figured that since we were making the cure for boils that messing it up would give you boils." Harry said as they sat down to eat.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously, only partially believing him, while Ron just went with it and started eating copious amounts.

Harry managed to get through Charms without too much of a mishap, letting Hermione "beat" in mastering Wingardium Levosia. Ron once again surprised him by being the third to master the spell, but also Draco Malfoy and Dean Thomas got the hang of it.

The three of them ate dinner and headed back to the common room, to do what they considered a large amount of homework, Harry finished first, and happy he was done he decided to go to bed early and be ready the next morning so he wouldn't have to rush. Once again as he climbed into bed he felt pure happiness, and love for a beautiful feisty red haired girl. But this time as he dreamed it was like going into a Pensive, he wasn't getting married, he was watching himself getting married from where his father should have sat, and where his mother should of sat, was a cute ten year old Ginny Weasley. Subconsciously he wrapped and arm around her shoulders and squeezed her closer to him. They looked at each other and he kissed her on the forehead and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Switch

At the Burrow, Arthur Weasley was telling her daughter another story about Harry Potter, when she fell asleep he tucked her blankets under her chin kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear, "I love you." In her dream Ginny knew that the raven-haired boy with glasses could be none other than Harry Potter, the boy of her dreams, literally. As she looked closer at the wedding that was being preformed, it occurred to her, that wasn't just anyone getting married, it was her and Harry, but they were older, about the age you get out of Hogwarts she guessed. She liked the way the looked, but Harry, he was Gorgeous, regal and handsome, like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders and he was the happiest man alive. The dream ended abruptly with what sounded very much like her brother Ron yelling, "Harry!"

Which coincidentally was exactly what happened.

I hope you like the new chapter, I really need a Marauders name for Harry, because i have no ideas, period. please review. -The Jedi Wizard