Chapter 3
Harry woke early the next more, he almost started cursing because he thought him being a wizard was only a dream but after taking a look in his surrounding he realized all that had happened was real. The rest of the boys in his year were still in bed so Harry hurried and took his shower and waited in the common room. He would have gone to breakfast, but he couldn't quite seem to remember the way. Eventually one of Ron's older brothers came down stair (Fred) and was more then happy to show Harry the way.
After eating one of the eat breakfast in all of his life, Ron and the rest of the boys came down. Ron and two of the others, Dean and Seamus were very cheerful and happy but Draco was the complete opposite. He was very sulky and was snapping at everyone. Ron hurried to finish his meal because Professor McGonagall handed out the schedules and the first class, Charms, looked extremely interesting to them. Many of the other first years were excited to get to their classes as well.
Charms was actually very uneventful because all that they were doing was learning all of the basic rules, procedures, and safety precautions of spell casting. Potions was their next class and it was literally torture. They had it with the Slytherins and the class constantly tortured Draco and Harry. Dudley was the automatic leader of the group because of his size, Crabbe and Goyle were nothing compared to him. To make it any worse, Snape took to downgrading Harry the entire time.
"Potter!" Said Snape suddenly "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"
"I don't know sir" said Harry
"Tut, tut, Fame clearly isn't everything" Snape continued to question Harry in this matter, While ignoring Hermione's pesky hand that kept appearing into the air. Draco, despite his deep depression, almost slipped a smile at the sight of Harry being tortured.
Snape then had them put together a simple potion to remove boils as he strolled around criticizing each person's potion. He seemed to take a liking to Draco and kept on mentioning how perfect Draco was doing everything. The class ended as Neville accidentally melted Seamus's cauldron and the potion begin to melt threw everyone's shoes
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After lunch, Hedwig delivered a letter to Harry from Hagrid. (Read SS to see the letter) Then after all of their lessons Ron and Harry ventured out to the Hut. Hagrid greeted them joyfully and immeatley poured them each a steaming cup of black tea and a hard biscuit like object.
"I've seen your cousin around the school, snotty fellow isn't he? And that Malfoy, quite a shock he gave us all. They say that his Father won't allow him come home now for any holidays or send him any gifts. I almost feel sorry for thee boy" Hagrid told them Harry and Ron felt just about the same way.
"Well in away I am almost glad that he didn't turn out in Slytherin, imagine him and Dudley together, Shear catastrophe." Harry said attempting to bite into the large rock that was supposed to be edible. Ron nodded his approval.
"So where yalls first lessons?" Hagrid asked changing the subject.
"Terrible and as boring as Crap, I think Sna- Professor Snape hates me." Harry told Hagrid, Hagrid waved his hand as if to shrug it off.
"Don't know why he would" He said before changing the subject again.
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Harry soon found out about something that greatly bothered him, After borrowing a copy of the Daily Prophet he learned that the same vault the Hagrid had emptied on their trip at Gringotts had been broken into. The exact same day. When he showed Ron, he was in complete disbelief.
"It is near impossible to do that. Even if they were able to break into the vault, they would never be able to come back out" Ron had exclaimed.
"Unless the person used Dark Magic," Some one had mumbled from behind them. They both turned around to see Draco laying back in one of the puffy red chairs in the Gryffindor common room.
"What would you know of it Malfoy?" Ron snarled
"Please Weasley, I grew up with dark magic, I thought at least you would know that. Especially since you like to throw it in my face so frequent" Draco snarled back. Ron retreated back to looking at the article.
"But seriously, what do you know of it? What type of Dark Magic could they use?" Harry asked, not being sarcastic at all. Draco sighed and got out of his seat so he could stand closer to the two boys and not be heard from anyone else.
"You know who, even though he is weak, does it need to have a goblin open a vault for him or take him to the vault. His magic is so powerful he could manipulate those who are needed and find his own way around. Also he does not need to worry about the consequences of what he is doing, because he knows that it is near impossible for anyone to stop or hold him. Tricky man he is" Draco told them, dropping his hatred.
"Well aren't we the lucky ones" Ron muttered and crumbled up the newspaper article.
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They had flying lessons the next day with the Slytherins and Harry started to panic. At first he was afraid of being a disaster on a brooms and breaking one of his major vital organs but then he was afraid that if he were to do this, then he would get picked on for the rest of his life as the failure. Draco was always boosting about how wonderful of a flyer he was but no one had ever seen him actually fly. Even Ron was talking about near misses on his broom. Harry and a few muggle borns were the only ones to never even have seen a racing broom. The one thing that he was looking forward to was watching Dudley attempt to stick his fat ass on a broom.
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(Read the book for the actual lesson)
The group mounted their brooms and Madam Hooch was counting off and right before she blew the whistle, Neville's broom soared into the air with him on it. The Slytherins roared with laughter as Neville flew higher and higher. After several minuets, Neville slowly slipped off the broom and onto the ground, breaking his wrist.
"If I see any of your brooms in the air, you will be out of this school faster then you could say Quidditch" Madam Hooch had scolded as she helped Neville into the building.
"Look at the lug, He was so excited I'm surprised he didn't wet his pants" Dudley laughed
"I don't see how you can be talking. Being that you never even heard of Magic until I got my letter. Let alone get near a broom" Harry sneered at his pudgy cousin.
"Neither did you I might add" Dudley added moving closer to Harry, ready to start a verbal battle.
"Yes, but I was not the one who started this now was I?"
"Boys, But your family disputes behind, you are going to get us all in trouble" Hermione butted in. She backed off when both of the boys gave her their nastiest look.
"This flying thing has to be a synch, even a failure like you could do it" Dudley pestered Harry.
"Like you would even fit on the broom, sure it wouldn't break?" Dudley grabbed his broom, jumped on it and soared into the air. Harry grew his as well and followed Dudley into the air. The crowd below began to cheer and he heard Hermione screaming her disapproval.
Amazed that Harry even followed, Dudley removed a small red ball from his pocket. Neville's remembrance ball. Dudley threw it with all his might and soared back to the ground. Harry soared after it and caught it easily in the air. AS he went back to the ground he saw a frowning McGonagall and smiling Slytherins.
"Uh-oh" Harry scowled and slowly landed next to his class.
Harry woke early the next more, he almost started cursing because he thought him being a wizard was only a dream but after taking a look in his surrounding he realized all that had happened was real. The rest of the boys in his year were still in bed so Harry hurried and took his shower and waited in the common room. He would have gone to breakfast, but he couldn't quite seem to remember the way. Eventually one of Ron's older brothers came down stair (Fred) and was more then happy to show Harry the way.
After eating one of the eat breakfast in all of his life, Ron and the rest of the boys came down. Ron and two of the others, Dean and Seamus were very cheerful and happy but Draco was the complete opposite. He was very sulky and was snapping at everyone. Ron hurried to finish his meal because Professor McGonagall handed out the schedules and the first class, Charms, looked extremely interesting to them. Many of the other first years were excited to get to their classes as well.
Charms was actually very uneventful because all that they were doing was learning all of the basic rules, procedures, and safety precautions of spell casting. Potions was their next class and it was literally torture. They had it with the Slytherins and the class constantly tortured Draco and Harry. Dudley was the automatic leader of the group because of his size, Crabbe and Goyle were nothing compared to him. To make it any worse, Snape took to downgrading Harry the entire time.
"Potter!" Said Snape suddenly "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"
"I don't know sir" said Harry
"Tut, tut, Fame clearly isn't everything" Snape continued to question Harry in this matter, While ignoring Hermione's pesky hand that kept appearing into the air. Draco, despite his deep depression, almost slipped a smile at the sight of Harry being tortured.
Snape then had them put together a simple potion to remove boils as he strolled around criticizing each person's potion. He seemed to take a liking to Draco and kept on mentioning how perfect Draco was doing everything. The class ended as Neville accidentally melted Seamus's cauldron and the potion begin to melt threw everyone's shoes
*^*^*^*^
After lunch, Hedwig delivered a letter to Harry from Hagrid. (Read SS to see the letter) Then after all of their lessons Ron and Harry ventured out to the Hut. Hagrid greeted them joyfully and immeatley poured them each a steaming cup of black tea and a hard biscuit like object.
"I've seen your cousin around the school, snotty fellow isn't he? And that Malfoy, quite a shock he gave us all. They say that his Father won't allow him come home now for any holidays or send him any gifts. I almost feel sorry for thee boy" Hagrid told them Harry and Ron felt just about the same way.
"Well in away I am almost glad that he didn't turn out in Slytherin, imagine him and Dudley together, Shear catastrophe." Harry said attempting to bite into the large rock that was supposed to be edible. Ron nodded his approval.
"So where yalls first lessons?" Hagrid asked changing the subject.
"Terrible and as boring as Crap, I think Sna- Professor Snape hates me." Harry told Hagrid, Hagrid waved his hand as if to shrug it off.
"Don't know why he would" He said before changing the subject again.
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Harry soon found out about something that greatly bothered him, After borrowing a copy of the Daily Prophet he learned that the same vault the Hagrid had emptied on their trip at Gringotts had been broken into. The exact same day. When he showed Ron, he was in complete disbelief.
"It is near impossible to do that. Even if they were able to break into the vault, they would never be able to come back out" Ron had exclaimed.
"Unless the person used Dark Magic," Some one had mumbled from behind them. They both turned around to see Draco laying back in one of the puffy red chairs in the Gryffindor common room.
"What would you know of it Malfoy?" Ron snarled
"Please Weasley, I grew up with dark magic, I thought at least you would know that. Especially since you like to throw it in my face so frequent" Draco snarled back. Ron retreated back to looking at the article.
"But seriously, what do you know of it? What type of Dark Magic could they use?" Harry asked, not being sarcastic at all. Draco sighed and got out of his seat so he could stand closer to the two boys and not be heard from anyone else.
"You know who, even though he is weak, does it need to have a goblin open a vault for him or take him to the vault. His magic is so powerful he could manipulate those who are needed and find his own way around. Also he does not need to worry about the consequences of what he is doing, because he knows that it is near impossible for anyone to stop or hold him. Tricky man he is" Draco told them, dropping his hatred.
"Well aren't we the lucky ones" Ron muttered and crumbled up the newspaper article.
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They had flying lessons the next day with the Slytherins and Harry started to panic. At first he was afraid of being a disaster on a brooms and breaking one of his major vital organs but then he was afraid that if he were to do this, then he would get picked on for the rest of his life as the failure. Draco was always boosting about how wonderful of a flyer he was but no one had ever seen him actually fly. Even Ron was talking about near misses on his broom. Harry and a few muggle borns were the only ones to never even have seen a racing broom. The one thing that he was looking forward to was watching Dudley attempt to stick his fat ass on a broom.
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(Read the book for the actual lesson)
The group mounted their brooms and Madam Hooch was counting off and right before she blew the whistle, Neville's broom soared into the air with him on it. The Slytherins roared with laughter as Neville flew higher and higher. After several minuets, Neville slowly slipped off the broom and onto the ground, breaking his wrist.
"If I see any of your brooms in the air, you will be out of this school faster then you could say Quidditch" Madam Hooch had scolded as she helped Neville into the building.
"Look at the lug, He was so excited I'm surprised he didn't wet his pants" Dudley laughed
"I don't see how you can be talking. Being that you never even heard of Magic until I got my letter. Let alone get near a broom" Harry sneered at his pudgy cousin.
"Neither did you I might add" Dudley added moving closer to Harry, ready to start a verbal battle.
"Yes, but I was not the one who started this now was I?"
"Boys, But your family disputes behind, you are going to get us all in trouble" Hermione butted in. She backed off when both of the boys gave her their nastiest look.
"This flying thing has to be a synch, even a failure like you could do it" Dudley pestered Harry.
"Like you would even fit on the broom, sure it wouldn't break?" Dudley grabbed his broom, jumped on it and soared into the air. Harry grew his as well and followed Dudley into the air. The crowd below began to cheer and he heard Hermione screaming her disapproval.
Amazed that Harry even followed, Dudley removed a small red ball from his pocket. Neville's remembrance ball. Dudley threw it with all his might and soared back to the ground. Harry soared after it and caught it easily in the air. AS he went back to the ground he saw a frowning McGonagall and smiling Slytherins.
"Uh-oh" Harry scowled and slowly landed next to his class.