"Wake up," Draco Malfoy was shaking him.
"I'm up," Harry mumbled as he sat up.
"We are about to miss breakfast," Draco said.
"Gimme a second," Harry said as he shoveled through his trunk.
Draco and Harry were the only ones left in the dorm. Vincent, Greg, Zabini, and Theodore all went to breakfast. Harry grabbed his clothes out of his trunk. Draco turned around as Harry changed and put his glasses on.
After Harry was dressed the pair ran to the great hall. There was still breakfast.
"We made it," Harry said while panting.
The exasperated pair sat at the Slytherin table. Draco grabbed a green apple, some eggs, toast, and bacon. Harry grabbed a chocolate muffin and an orange. It was weird eating food he didn't make. What was even weirder was the chocolate muffin, it was amazing.
The Dursleys never let Harry eats sweets. His resentment towards them grew slightly more. Harry peeled his orange and ate a slice. It was delicious. It was full of sweetness and had an explosion of flavor.
Overall Harry enjoyed his breakfast. After everyone finished, Dumbledore cast a spell that made everything disappear, the silverware, the goblets, the food, etc.
"Woah," Harry said.
"Pretty amazing, wish we could do magic too," Draco said sarcastically.
"Shut up," Harry rolled his eyes.
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Harry and Draco had identical schedules. They had potions with Professor Snape first. They walked down to the dungeons together. First, they went to the Slytherin dormitories. They met a lost Theodore Nott outside the portrait.
"Thank goodness," he said when he saw them, "I forgot the password."
Harry couldn't remember either. He looked to Draco who was thinking hard.
"Gringotts!" Draco practically yelled when he finally remembered.
The three of them collected what they need for class. Harry checked the clock. It was 8:34 am, classes started at nine. While Theodore went to explore the castle, Harry and Draco sat on one of the couches in the common room.
They talked about what they thought potions class would be like. Apparently, Draco's dad knew Professor Snape. Well, easy pass for Draco.
Draco rolled up his right sleeve, "Harry, it's 8:53. We gotta go."
They grabbed their stuff and left the common room. It was a short walk over to the potions classroom. When Harry and Draco got in line, Harry looked around. He saw the other eight Slytherins (Vincent, Greg, Theodore, Zabini, Astoria, Daphne, and two other unidentified Slytherin girls). Harry also saw some Gryffindorks.
Oh no.
Weasley was sorted into Gryffindor. That means they would have class together. Why couldn't it be Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?
"Face the door quick," Draco said.
Harry obeyed.
"It's Weasley, don't make eye contact. Don't even look," Draco said in Harry's ear.
"Thanks," Harry whispered back.
At that moment, Professor Snape opened the door, "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class."
All conversation ended.
"Take your seats."
The Slytherins and Gryffindorks all filed into the drafty room. Snape shut the door, reminding Harry of his little closet under the stairs. Each table had two to three seats. Harry and Draco found an empty table with two seats in the back row.
Harry pulled out his quill and parchment. He took notes on Professor Snape's lecture.
"Some of us," Professor Snape said, "May believe that classes are below them and the fine art of potion-making is useless compared to their authority figure."
Well, now the whole class was staring at him. Harry saw Weasley two rows ahead of him. Harry wanted to slap that smirk right off his face.
"Tell me, Potter, What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
What? He wanted to say "English, please," but he knew better than to sass a teacher.
"I don't know," Harry looked down.
"Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything," Snape said, "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Weasley was silently laughing along with two other Gryffindorks.
"I don't know, sir," Harry started, "But, you would think that in a normal class the students wouldn't need to know everything on the first day. You would think that a good teacher would treat everyone like a normal student and not some criminal on the first day of school."
The obnoxious Gryffindorks stopped laughing.
"Detention!" Snape yelled.
Well, he went from hating Harry to really hating Harry.
xXxXxXx
Professor McGonagall was just as strict but at least she treated all students equally. Therefore Harry preferred Transfiguration over potions.
Professor McGonagall assigned them a reading about rules and procedures. After Harry finished reading, he looked around the room. Weasley was laughing loudly with two other boys. No doubt they were laughing about him.
Professor McGonagall looked at them, "Mr Finnigan, Mr Thomas, Mr Weasley, I sure hope your conversation is about the reading I assigned."
They immediately stopped laughing and started reading. Harry and Draco exchanged smirks. Both of them already finished the reading that was assigned.
xXxXxXx
After Transfiguration, they had Herbology. Finally, a class without the blasted Gryffindorks. Herbology was with the Ravenclaws. Professor Sprout was kind. Herbology passed by quick, they spent the class exploring the greenhouse and were instructed not to touch any plants.
After Herbology they had lunch. Harry shoveled his shepherd's pie into his mouth. It was delicious. Draco pulled an apple out of his robes.
"Did you have that with you for Potions, Transfiguration, and Herbology?" Harry asked.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, you'll never know," Draco said.
"You did," Harry shook his head and they both chuckled.
xXxXxXx
After lunch was History of Magic. It was the first only Slytherin class all day. All ten of them ignored the lesson, either having a quiet conversation or just zoning out. After that bore of a class, they had Defense against the dark arts, it was just like every other class. Professor Quirrell gave the lecture about classroom behavior in his normal stuttering tone.
After DADA, they had flying lessons, This was with all four houses.
Madam Hooch instructed them to extend their left hand over their broom and say up. Harry's broom came up immediately. Draco's broom rose on the second try.
Harry looked around, mostly everyone got their broom. A few people bent down to pick up their brooms instead of summoning it.
After everyone finally got their brooms Madam Hooch said, "Mount your brooms. Swing your left leg over the broom and center it between your legs."
Some of the students chuckled.
"We will take off on my count," Madam Hooch said, "Bend your knees, lean forward and concentrate."
Everyone did as they were told.
"One."
Everyone stared straight ahead.
"Two."
An unfamiliar Gryffindork kicked off.
Most people dropped their brooms. Half the students were laughing, however, the laughing stopped when they realized he lost control.
Shit. Was he gonna fall off his broom? Sure looked like it.
"Come back boy!" Madam Hooch yelled.
He kept climbing up the broom. He was slipping and gaining height both extremely fast. Everyone was staring at him. He looked terrified.
WHAM
He fell flat on his face.
"Broken wrist. Come on boy, it's all right, up you get. None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch. Come on, dear."
Harry pulled out a book to read, he knew this wouldn't be brief. He heard Draco, Vincent, and Greg laugh about something in the background. Harry didn't engage.
While sitting on a nice patch of grass, he noticed someone passed him, "Shut up, Malfoy," She snapped. Harry looked at her, she was a beautiful girl. Sadly she was a Gryffindor.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" A Slytherin said. Her name was Palsey? Passy? He didn't give it too much thought.
Don't ingage.
Harry tried to focus on his book, and inevitably failed.
"Look!" Draco said.
Oh no.
"It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
"Draco, you're going to make a fool of yourself. Stop," Harry chimed in.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about…" Draco looked around, completely ignoring Harry, "Up a tree?"
Harry sighed as Draco mounted a broom and took off. He kept reading his book. Harry glanced up. Wealsey picked up a broom off the ground. Draco was high in the air, he was next to a large tree branch.
Weasley mounted his broom and took off. Weasley was shaking unsteadily. Draco laughed at the sight.
"Hand over the remembrall, Malfoy," Weasley yelled in midair, "Or I'll take it myself."
This made Draco laugh harder, "Why? Gonna sell it? It's worth more than your whole house."
"Well, this will be entertaining," Harry muttered.
"Hand it over," Weasley said, his face as red as his tie.
"Or what?" Draco asked.
"I'll… I'll throw you into the black lake!" Weasley shouted.
"Oh yeah?" Draco threw the ball.
Weasley flew towards the ball. Everyone was watching him. He was so close. He dove. His arm extended. He was getting too close to the ground. Weasley pulled out. The ball hit the dirt.
Weasley landed near the large tree. He looked disappointed in himself. All students surrounded him. Some students were laughing, some were comforting him.
Harry set his book down and walked over to the remembrall. He picked up the curious little ball. A red fog appeared in the ball. He stuffed it in his pocket.
"What's that?" A girl asked.
Harry turned around. Behind him was the same girl who said, "Shut up, Malfoy." Something was wrong, she was wearing Ravenclaw robes now.
"Aren't you a Gryffindor?" Harry asked.
"No, that's my twin sister Parvati. My name is Padma, now, explain why you took Neville's remembrall."
"I was planning on giving it back to him," Harry said defensively.
"Alright, whatever," Padma said, "Well, Slytherin boy, I'll see you around."
She walked back towards the crowd.
"I have a name! And it's Harry!" Harry yelled.
"Alright, Slytherin boy," She glanced over her shoulder.
xXxXxXx
After flying practice, Harry had charms. It was a Slytherin and Gryffindork class. Halfway through the lecture on classroom behavior, Neville Longbottom walked into the classroom. He looked completely healed but embarrassed. Neville sat next to Weasley. Harry felt his pocket, the remembrall was still in his pocket. He would give it back after class when Draco wasn't looking.
xXxXxXx
"Hey, you're Neville, right?" Harry tapped Neville on the shoulder after class.
"Yeah," Neville spun around. His eyes landed on Harry's Slytherin tie, "Oh no, what do you want?"
"I'm not gonna curse you or anything," Harry pulled the remembrall out of his pocket and handed it to Neville, "This is yours."
Neville smiled, "Thank you, thank you so much."
Neville pocketed the remembrall. He ran over to the other three Gryffindork boys, who were all walking together.
Harry noticed Padma and Parvati were talking to each other.
"Hi, Padma," Harry said as he walked by.
"Slytherin boy, wait," Padma said.
Oh no, he just encouraged conversation. Harry stopped and turned around, "Yeah?"
"Do you still have it?" Padma asked.
"Have what?" Parvati asked.
"No," Harry said, "I gave it back."
"Gave what back?" Parvati asked.
"I was just about to tell you," Padma said to her twin, "Neville's remembrall."
"Oh, that's why you wanted to talk about what happened while everyone crowded Ron," Parvati said.
"Ron, that's Weasley's name right?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," The twins said in unison.
Harry jumped at the unity of speech. The twins laughed.
"Well, I gotta go to the Slytherin common room, bye." Harry said to them.
"Bye, Slytherin boy," Padma said.
"Again, I have a name," Harry rolled his eyes.
"I don't care, Slytherin boy," Padma said.
Harry walked back to the Slytherin dormitories.
xXxXxXx
Harry placed his books at the foot of his bed. Harry fell into his bed. All that was one day. Holy Shit. Harry took a moment to wind down.
"You good?" Theodore Nott said looking at Harry.
"Yeah," Harry said while staring at the ceiling, "Just tired."
"Wanna come with us to the great hall? Supper is about to begin." Zabini asked.
"I'm good, thanks for asking," Harry said.
The pair of them left. Harry didn't want to go to the great hall. He was exhausted.
Harry had a lot on his mind; attacking Weasley, the weird red stone, a teacher already hating him, a fight between Draco and Weasley, befriending Padma.
That was just the past 24 hours. Shall we go back further?
Also, did Harry see something wrong in Draco? "Oh look, another Death Eater's child." Was Draco a Death Eater? "Slytherin has been known for practicing the dark arts." What did this mean for Harry?
His thoughts were too loud. Harry got up and paced the room. Harry's thoughts hit him like a train. It was overwhelming. He couldn't stop his train of thoughts. What was he becoming?
As his breath became more rapid his pacing sped up. Everything was happening so quickly. Harry looked around, he needed to escape from this madness. There were no windows since the dungeons were underground.
Why was this happening? Was he going insane? His thoughts were becoming even louder. He kept pacing. He started seeing double. He felt dizzy.
He ran his fingers through his hair. Two days ago he was in a little cupboard under the stairs, it was hell but it was better then this madness. Harry's eyes darted around the room.
Suddenly, Harry saw a woman standing there. She had flaming red hair and bright green eyes, just like his. She looked oddly familiar.
Harry's world went dark as he fell to the ground.