The Death's Raven Chapter-4
Advanced Classes
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Summary- Harry Potter has just entered the Wizarding World, but why is he hearing the name 'Peverell' so often? What is his relationship with the 'Peverell?' Is it greater than the relationship of Descendant and Ancestor? ...Perhaps...(Rewrite Of 'The Sole Heir Of Peverell') -Fanon.
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"We are all like fireworks. We climb, shine and always go our separate ways and become further apart '
It was pretty easy to see that Harry Potter was the Top student in the academic curriculum. Harry soared in all of his classes like in the Muggle World, nothing changed there. He was learning far more from himself than the lessons. Even Professors were not sure of what they should do.
Transfiguration was fine even though Harry finished his assignment first. After helping Ashley and Megan with their work, Harry just read his book on advanced Transfiguration. McGonagall gave him some advance work but in the end, it also fell short. She was not sure what to do so she let him read his book.
Harry had already resigned from the Class of History Of Magic, Binns was nothing but a waste of time. Seriously, the ghost did not even bother to call out names at the start of the class.
Potions was another fine class. Harry did not have much to study thanks to reading ahead but he picked up some tricks from Ashley because she had an aptitude for the subject. Like Professor McGonagall, Snape also noticed he was bored, but he did not assign him any advanced work, and Harry was fine with it. He practiced advanced potion in his lab.
Herbology was much the same as others though Professor Pomona Sprout looked like she was oblivious to his presence. Neither did she ask him any questions nor did he bother to answer any of the questions. He just did his work and walked away. The Toad Boy, Dean Thomas surprisingly had a broad knowledge of the subject. It looked like he studied ahead of his peers. From the personality of the boy, he looked a little meek, and he could relax in Herbology class only, not did he mind that.
Astronomy was all about watching stars, and planets. Currently, they were working on the map of Jupiter which would also come in the first term exams. Professor allowed him to use the Muggle Telescope, she also admitted that they were far better than the wizarding Telescope.
In Harry's opinion, Defense Against The Dark Arts was worse than the History Of Magic. Professor Quirinius Quirell was a stuttering mess. In Harry's observation, he took 36 seconds to speak a sentence. There were rumors that Quirell got attacked by a Vampire, and got many injuries, along with the stuttering problem.
The rumor was silly. If he even got attacked by a vampire, he would have not survived, especially a man who was teaching Muggle Studies. There was a problem with Quirell.
Charms Classes stood above every other of the classes, he was not sure how to compare classes, but Harry was a little less bored in that class. It just started like Transfiguration class- Professor Filius Flitwick, a Half-goblin who was a Dueling Champion too, gave them a speech about the dangers of Charm. After the speech was over, he assigned them a color-changing Charm.
Like always, Harry had finished it first beating Ashley narrowly. Like him, Ashley also excelled with Charms. Though he was slightly better than Ashley, it was a tough competition. Flitwick was overjoyed with having two excellent students.
Flitwick's personality was a cheerful and curious one. Unlike McGonagall, who was letting him read his book or asking him to help other students, Flitwick was giving him and Ashley more spells with time.
By the end of the lecture, the diminutive Professor was practically bouncing with joy. He continuously praised them both, Ashley thanked him, whereas Harry kept his mouth shut not knowing how to respond.
Harry was also working on his Occlumency and kept going better over time. He was also learning spells at a fast pace. Everyone started calling him 'Genius' or 'Prodigy.'
Genius and Prodigy were also the two words that he abhorred. Simply, Harry could not understand the meaning of those two words. The people in the world thought that they were this God which was simply a farce.
Maybe, some did have a great sense of the Subject or aptitude for the subject, but the result always came from pure Determination, Hard Work, and Will. No one in this world was born Prodigy or Genius.
One day, a man came to Harry who was around 21, and asked him, "It must be good to be Prodigy?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Now, he did not know what the meaning of Prodigy was, but in some sense, it was better than us, right? But some people were better than us, even though they were not a 'prodigy.' So How did they become better than us?
Through talent? Maybe, but to an extent.
Born with ability? Not always.
Practice and Hard Work?... Exactly.
Through Practice, there was a reason why the quote 'Practice makes a man perfect' was given. Even with natural talent, a man could go to an extent, then a strong concrete wall would come in front of them which only could be broken by pure Hardwork and Sacrifice.
Some day, could you please ask a Prodigy how they feel about being a prodigy? The answer would be the same- Bored.
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Ashley Ashford sighed, as she walked to her friend's tower. Her friend's name was Harry Potter.
She first met the boy in Hogwarts' Express. She was looking for a compartment, and she stumbled upon one. The Boy was certainly good-looking in her opinion. He had bright emerald pools which were nothing like the green eyes she had seen.
As she spent time with the boy, she found intelligence in him. He was less talkative and had a serious attitude. She was surprised when he was sorted into a new house- Peverell. She had never heard the name of the 'Peverell' house anywhere.
Making her way to his Tower, she stopped at the threshold. She gave the door a knock. No sound came, neither of footsteps nor of Mavis' cawing. She knocked on the door, again. No sound was heard. Deciding to enter without knocking, she opened the door with a 'Crack' sound.
She was ready for a surprise, but none came. The room was looking messy self. The bedsheets were scarred apart. The bed was deranged. The pillows were on the floor with their covers at the other part of the floor, his desk was messier than usual with a little bit of ink falling on it. There was no sign of Harry and Mavis.
Deciding to take a step forward, she got a more clear vision of the Room. Everything was the same as usual, except his trunk. It was unlocked with shimmering light coming from it...
Her thoughts were interrupted when a large black bird creature came out of it. After getting a good look at it, she realized it was Mavis. The bird flew to her and perched upon her shoulder. Tracing her fingers through the bird's feather, she gave them gentle strokes as Mavis trilled.
She found it amusing that the bird only let her and Harry touch her. There was once, Megan tried to touch her, and her finger was barely present. She had to go to the Hospital Wing, even the spell 'Espikey' did not work.
Mavis' feather was soft, even though she was ominous towards most of the people, but she cared about Harry and Ashley.
As she petted the bird, she asked her, "Where is Harry?" Her tone was soft as cotton, the bird 'Cawed' before she pointed her beak at the trunk. Ashley furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her questioningly, "What do you mean?"
Leaving her perch, Mavis took a flight, as she reached towards the trunk. Ashley followed her. As soon as she looked inside the trunk, -which was pretty rude- a gasp escaped her mouth.
Inside it, she could see a whole room. The room was fairly big, with Peach-colored walls, a four-poster bed, and candles to light the area. She looked at Mavis, she...shrugged?..., and dived inside it. Ashley took a deep breath, closing her eyes, she jumped inside the trunk.
Thud!
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Harry James Potter was in his Potion Lab trying to make a fourth-year potion. Since he had come to Hogwarts, hardly anything was tough for him. He had been excited to know that something would kill his boredom but he got nothing, yet.
Mavis, his companion in health and sickness, was helping him by carrying the Glass bottles, and Potions ingredients. He still had a problem making friends, not that he could do anything with them. At the Orphanage, the people talk to him but only because he was winning Competitions and Tournaments for them. No one was talking to him, willingly.
After entering Magical World, and coming to Hogwarts his problem remained.
He halted when he saw Mavis observing around. He frowned, it was very less when Mavis looked cautious. Then, she flew away from the room. Harry shrugged, maybe she had to do some personal work. After some time, when he was about to end his potions.
He heard a...
Thud!
His frown deepened at the sound. There was no way, it was the sound of Mavis falling, she was too frail from this working. Putting his work at the pause, he took out his wand. With some hasty steps, he reached for his bedroom. He was surprised to see Ashley there.
She was observing the room for a long time. He coughed to get her attention. Mavis came flying and landed on his shoulder.
Ashley was surprised, she quickly said, "I am sorry. I did not mean to come. I-"
Her rant ended when Harry chuckled.
Chuckle. It was not often he laughed or found anything humorful.
"It is okay. I mean, you are visiting my house right?" He assured her but the last part was a question. She gave him a nod as the response.
Before she could speak anything, Harry asked her, "Why don't you come in?"
"Y-yeah." Was the cracked answer. As he sat on the chair, and she on the bed, she asked him, "So, which type of trunk is this?" As she looked at him, he shrugged.
"Class 5. Got it from the trunk shop." She just listened to him, "So why are you here?" He asked her, looking directly into her warm blue eyes.
She gave him an awkward chuckle, "To hang out actually." She answered warily.
Harry nodded at her, he opened the door to his Potion Lab knowing that she would love it, he smirked at her surprised look, "So, would you like to hang out inside?"
She smirked back at him, "Sure, why not."
As they walked around the Lab, Ashley examined some of the Ingredient Jars, "So, how many rooms do you have?" She asked as she looked inside one of the jars.
Harry shrugged in response, "Seven," He told nonchalantly.
Suddenly, the lid of the Jar was dropped on the floor. She looked at him with a shocked expression, "Seven?!" She blurted out by surprise.
"Yup," he said, popping up 'P.' "Would you like to explore them?"
She shrugged, it was not a problem, "Sure why not."
The door opened with a 'click.' As Harry gestured for her to come, she, like a proper lady, left the room. Harry escorted her to a dark door, after saying the password which Ashley presumed was in another language, the door opened revealing the Library.
Ashley gasped when she saw the Library, it was not very huge, but it was fairly large. The books were oriented according to their Topics, and subject. There was a single desk and a chair in the middle with a lamp, which was the only source of light present. Harry grinned when he saw her expression, "Cool, isn't it?"
She could only nod in response. With some heavy steps, she went to the nearest bookshelves which contained books on History Of Magic. She took out the nearest book which was on 'Crimes Of Grindelwald.'
A sudden thought came to her mind, she turned around to look at Harry. Making eye contact with him, she questioned, "Did you arrange it all?" She raised her eyebrow.
"No...my ghost." Came a bland reply.
"Really?"
He snapped, "Of course not, I have not died yet. And to answer your question- yes I arranged it all."
"Really?" A look of disbelief marred her features.
Shrugging his shoulder slightly, a small smile graced his lips, "Yeah, it was not much of a problem." He told with a dreamy look as he looked at her.
Ashley's mouth hung out. Harry snapped again, "So, would you like to see other rooms or be here like a nerdy Ravenclaw?"
Ashley's mouth closed with 'Clutch.' After processing the sentence he had said, she huffed, "I am not nerdy."
Harry just laughed at her, "Took you long enough to realize," she gave him an adorable pout. He chuckled at her look, "Now, let's move to another room, shall we?" She nodded in agreement. She left the room as he closed the door.
They reached another room, it was rather smelly. There was barely any air, and the room was very cold. Harry took out one of his sweaters, "What room is this?" She asked with a clenched jaw from the cold.
"It's a Status Room. I only use it to keep the Potion ingredients fresh," he told Ashley who was covering herself with both of her arms.
"Let's get out of here," She said hastily, already making her way out of the room.
As they reached his bedroom to warm them up, Ashley asked, "What types are rooms here?"
Harry frowned but told her, "A bedroom, a study room, a statis room, a library, a potion lab, magical training room, and a bathroom." She nodded in understanding, "Let's go to the Magical Training Room."
Harry nodded and gestured to her to come, "As you wish, my lady," He said, sarcastically. She giggled a bit. After reaching the door of the training room, Harry said something which Ashley still could not fathom. They entered the room.
Her eyebrows almost disappeared from her hairline when she saw the room. The room was larger than the others which had proper equipment and atmosphere for magical training.
When she was staring, Harry brought out the dummies in front of her. Gaining her attention by clearing his throat, he explained, "These are not the best ones, but they are enough for now."
"Can I try?" She asked with a little uncertainty in her voice.
Harry inclined his head a little, "Go ahead."
Ashley took out her wand. Coming to a fighting stance, she spoke, "Flipendo." He saw the pale blue light hitting the dummy which was thrown back at the room.
Harry clapped a little, "Impressive," He praised, she blushed a little under the praise.
Ashley raised an eyebrow, "So, how far are you?"
Harry smirked at her, "fourth...fourth year magically but theoretically I am at the third year study course." By the end of his sentence, her mouth was hung open.
She asked with confusion, "What are you doing this ahead?" He asked him.
"Learning, of course." His voice was full of mirth. She slapped him on his arm, "I do not mean that, dummy."
"So, what do you mean?" He asked sincerely. His eyes were solely focused on his eyes. Piercing through gaze, he came closer to her, making her blush. "What do you mean?" He repeated his words.
Despite her blush, she looked at him. He was an inch taller than her, "I mean, that you should hang out with friends more, not always study." She stated with a sincere smile.
Harry smiled back, warmly, "Perhaps, you are right." His reply came after some thoughts.
"I am always right," She said, making him laugh, "Indeed you are."
"That is enough, now help me with this spell." She cut through his laugh. He whistled and looked at her mockingly, "As you wish, my lady."
Friends?
What was the meaning of 'friends'? According to the dictionary- A person with whom one had a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations.
But was it real? Was it even true? In Harry's opinion, it was fake. He had talked with numerous kids, some talked to him because of his wisdom, and some because of skills. But no one had ever conversed with him without meaning. So were they his friends?
Before he came to Hogwarts, he had heard an older woman telling, "Remember, nothing is better than having friends."
He just kept the fact in his mind and conversed with many kids of his age, some were too shallow, some did not like his guts, and some just tried to ignore him.
When he conversed with some people he did not find them better than his books.
What was Ashley and Megan to him? Mere Acquinates? Just beneficial friends?...No. He did not know how to describe their relationship with him and perhaps he never would.
Yes, 'friends' was one of the words which Harry Potter could not decipher.
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With a lemon drop in his mouth and twinkling in his eyes, Albus Dumbledore sat upon his chair with his fellow Professors. It was the end of the first week of the new sessions, and they met up as they usually did.
Normally, these types of meetings were placed at the end of term before the Christmas Holidays, but Dumbledore liked to have an extra meeting for the problems which stood out.
Usually, these meetings revolved around the issue of Child Abuse, and children's magical progress. Just like every year, they started with the seventh year and worked their way down to the first year.
If Albus was being honest, he would admit about what- or who- he wanted to discuss in this meeting, Harry Potter.
Albus' worst nightmares started to come true when he saw the Heirship ring on his finger. The same symbol, he and Gellert had stared at, all day. The symbol was the reason why Albus had lost his teenage. The same symbol which had made him fool every time. And the same symbol, which he tried to ignore the most. But it looked like Fate did not want him to ignore that symbol.
With curiosity killing his mind, Albus went to the Orphanage where Harry was living until now. When Albus entered his room, he was surprised that there were only books and few clothes. There were no traces of toys or even the accessories of muggle games, like football, volleyball or anything.
But...
There were accessories of Martial arts. Martial Arts -as far as Albus understood- was like dueling, but instead of any weapons, they fought in hand-to-hand combats. This only increased Albus' exhilaration.
The excitement led him to the school where Harry was studying, and what he found was... undeniably impressive.
At the tender age of 10, Harry was planning to go to university. At the age of time, he was investing money in companies. From the exam results he had borrowed from the schools, he excelled at everything he had ever done or studied. His grades were completely flawless. His writing was considered one of the best in the city. He was perfect...
But no one can be perfect, right?
Every Harry's teacher, Albus met, praised him but also complained about him. Everyone told him that the boy was a genius, but they also complained that he slacked off in classes.
He bunked the school, skipped classes, he sometimes did not attend them, he even argued with teachers.
He went everywhere to know more about enigma, Harry Potter. The test files he had borrowed recognized the boy as Sociopath who had no interest in making friends, he was unmotivated, rude, sometimes even hostile. He felt very little or no basic emotions, a human should feel.
He had a very sharp tongue which he never tried to curb. He did not care for anyone, was selfish, but most importantly he was... bored.
Harry reminded Albus of himself, but a more brilliant one. Everybody knew that Albus Dumbledore was a genius in his teenage days, but nobody knew that Albus Dumbledore was bored in his teenage days, too.
Everybody in this world thought that geniuses were gifted, but they were also cursed. The curse of Boredom. Albus remembered what he had done at his young age to kill boredom. He knew that what Gellert and Tom- who would be recognized as Lord Voldemort later- had done to kill their boredom.
They went to the dark, treacherous path, no one had been able to stop them, including Albus. If Harry decided to explore that path then Albus could not stop them.
He popped another lemon drop absently and thought about Harry Potter for many moments more until he was interrupted by his most trusted colleague, Minerva's voice.
"Albus, we have a problem with Harry Potter, one which can not be ignored." Her statement was met by hums of agreement around the table from the Professors who had taught the boy, even Severus agreed, much to his shock.
It was Bathsheba Babbling, the Rune Professor who asked with her eyebrows furrowing, "What is wrong with the boy? Apart from his sorting, everything seems normal to me."
Professor Sinistra, the astronomy Professor answered before anyone could reply, "He is too advanced for a first-years. In the last class, we were observing Jupiter, but he was already in the Orion constellation."
Some people looked at her with shock but she shrugged, Professor Snape spoke on behalf of her, "Indeed. He was answering fourth-year questions without even battling eyes. He is as good as Lily if not more at Potions." His throat became sore when he spoke the name. The Professor fell silent before Minerva gave him a cold look.
"And why were you asking him fourth-year questions?" She asked with her icy voice emphasizing the 'fourth-year questions.'
Severus did not look ashamed, he returned a scowl, "I was just checking if he is as arrogant as his father, but surprisingly, he is not."
"That's a high praise coming from you, Severus," Albus commented but before he could speak anything Flitwick beat him in.
"This happened in my class too. He and Miss Ashford were the only ones who could get the spell right? Then, I gave them some high-level spells. Miss Ashford struggled in some of them, but Mister Potter got all of them with ease."
Minerva sighed, then added to the conversation, "Again, this happened in my class too. First, he was able to recognize me in my Animagus form, then do the task without difficulty."
Popping another lemon drop in his mouth, Albus hummed in response. Though Neville Longbottom was Boy Who Lived, his whole mind was on Harry Potter.
The boy was a Peverell. Peverell's were 'boogeymen' for Albus. His father used to scare him, Aberforth, and Arianna whenever they did any mischief. Peverell's family was still feared by many families who knew it.
They were known for their lack of empathy and magical prowess who did not hesitate to sacrifice anyone in achieving their goals.
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A fortnight had passed since Harry came to Hogwarts' castle, and so far nothing exhilarated him. Yes, surprises came frequently but those surprises remained 'surprises' for a short time.
Harry had been spending slightly more time with Megan and Ashley than he used to spend. He had started conversing with a Ravenclaw named Terry Boot. The boy had a good sense of Harry's humor. He had a cheerful persona, quite opposite to him, but they matched easily.
The boy even had started hanging with them. Nothing changed in the classes. He was able to soar in all of them easily. If he was being truthful, then he was planning to bunk classes.
After all, what was the point in going to classes if you can't learn anything from them?
He was training with Ashley when Professor McGonagall or Cat-Gonagall -as Harry liked to call -came and told that the Headmaster would like to meet him, and commanded to follow.
They reached near the Gargoyle when Professor McGonagall spoke the password, "Sugar Quills." The Gargoyle moved to reveal the door to the Headmaster's office.
McGonagall knocked at the door, twice before a professional voice came, "Enter, Minerva."
With a scowl marring his features, Harry entered the office with McGonagall.
The first thing Harry noticed was the presence of all Professors, much to his dismay. All of them were standing with ease.
Before McGonagall could speak anything, Harry growled at the Headmaster, "There had to be a damn good reason for this, Dumbledore."
Albus chuckled whereas Minerva admonished him, "Mister Potter, respect him." She stated as she looked at him.
"Why?" He questioned blandly.
"Because he is the Headmaster." She spoke as if it was obvious.
"So?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. She huffed in annoyance whereas in the staff Severus was barely containing himself from laughing, Flitwick and Pomona had huge smiles on their faces whilst the rest of them were gaping.
"Enough," Harry snapped, "Why have you called me, Headmaster?" He asked, emphasizing the word 'Headmaster' while looking at Scottish Professor who turned red, a bit.
"Well, Mister Potter, we have observed that you are not suited for the first-year curriculum."
"You are moving me ahead. Can't say I am surprised."
Dumbledore gave him a knowing smile but shook his head.
Harry's eyes widened slightly. Now, this was interesting, no one had ever denied his statement. Dumbledore shook his head again, "No we are not moving you ahead."
Masking himself with an expressionless face, he asked, "Then, what are you going to do with me?"
Dumbledore's eyes filled with a twinkle, "This, I am going to explain to you later but firstly- please be honest with me, how far you are? In your studies?"
Harry shrugged, "My studies are irregular. If you would say theoretically- then I am done with the second-year curriculum in each subject. If you say magically then by the next week I would be done by the next week. I am currently in the fourth year of Ancient runes, Arithmancy, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense."
By now everyone in the room was gaping. Dumbledore kept his face passive though Harry noticed a twitch in his eyes. "Stop gaping, morons." He added when they were still gaping.
Their mouths shut with an audible sound, McGonagall chastised him, "Mister Potter! Language!"
Harry shrugged, "Don't care."
Dumbledore spoke eventually, clearly, the man did not expect him to be this ahead, "Ah...I see."
He questioned again, gaining everyone's attention, "So, are you moving me ahead or not?"
Albus shook his head, "This can not be done, it would be biased, and we must be Professional," He explained, disappointing Harry.
He continued, "But this would also hinder your education. So, I am willing to excuse you from- Transfiguration, Charms, Potion, Defense, and Astronomy."
Harry nodded.
"You don't have to attend these classes. You would be given advance tuition for these classes along with Runes, and Arithmancy. In Charms and Potions, you can allow Miss Ashford to join you as her skills are inquisitive."
Harry nodded, this time a little respectfully.
"You will be given your new schedule tomorrow. Any other questions?" At the shake of his head, he continued, "Very well. You may leave."
"Good day, Headmaster." He said before he left the office, his lips twitching into a very small smile.
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