Realisation.

Em.

Authors note:

Another chapter, sorry I didn't post sooner, my besest friend in the whole wide world came to stay and I hadn't seen her properly in ages. If you don't know what game twister is, I suggest you go ask someone before reading. Next chapter involves McGonnagall, fifth year Slytherin's and Griffindor's, finger-paints and the next teacher with which Harry is to stay with. RJLL, this chapter is dedicated to you cause of you e-mail, you prompted me to get this done. Onto the thankyou's.

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Disclaimer:

I am not the owner of any of the characters or any of the places. As many fanfic authors say, I am just taking them all for a spin. The characters and their personalities were made up by the renowned JKR. Whom I'm sure you're all familiar with.

A much prouder Harry potter entered the great hall at breakfast the next day. His head was held slightly higher and a half smile was fixed onto his face. He followed Madame Pomphrey to the head table and chose to sit cross-legged at her feet, much to her discomfort. She couldn't understand why he wanted to be there, but just decided it was because he was shy. What she didn't know was that this was where he had to sit at breakfast while the Dursely's ate. Unknown to the Dursely's he much preferred to sit down there than watch Dudley shove food into his podgy face and talk whilst chewing. Yes, under the table was the nicest place to be. No one noticed him there and he could sit and think and thinking was what he did best.

It was a slightly doting Minerva that took Harry after breakfast. She has fast begun to care for him more than she ever should have and images of him as a small baby at his relative's front door kept coming to mind. So it was with a small smile born from fondness and with her voice taking on more of a melodious tone, like that of a mother that she beckoned Harry to follow her out of the hall. Today was going to be a great day, today was going to be fun, today she would remember that she had no talent for divination and that today was actually going to be full of surprises. She continued walking, Harry in toe towards their destination.

The transfiguration classroom was tidy and orderly. Chunky wooden desks with chunky wooden chairs stood in organised rows. Shelves adorned the walls filled with neatly placed objects or boxes labelled alphabetically, which too were filled with neatly placed objects. One of the shelves contained books sorted alphabetically and when the mood arose for Minerva to do so, by height or colour. A large blackboard covered one wall and was still wet from an early morning wash, which was probably done everyday at a specific time without fail. Thick red curtains were tied back from the windows; not a crease out of place and each bow was done identically to the next. The wooden floor was polished to perfection, probably by students serving detention and not one speck of dust was present. Not one object was disobediently out of place. Everything was perfect, absolutely perfect and nothing, nothing seemed capable of changing that.

Of course it seemed that way to Harry until the students began to arrive. The chunky chairs were being scraped painfully across the floor as they began to sit on them. Bags were haphazardly being placed on the floor and not in a uniform line or formation. The students themselves sat down in no particular order. No alphabeticalising, no size organisation, no colour co-ordination. Absolute chaos.

From his little spot on the floor by the desk Harry could see a small fragment of pain in Minerva's eyes and he noticed the way her lips curled slightly as she watched her perfect classroom become flawed.

"D…d…don't worry. I…I…I…I'll h…help you s…s…sort it out again." He softly said to her. His voice was so quiet and with all the noise the students were making it was a wonder that she heard him at all. Nonetheless a little smile crept onto her face much like the one she had worn before and her eyes seemed to gloss over in silent tears for a moment, just a moment and she looked down on him with silent gratitude.

"Thankyou." She said after a little while before turning to the class and in a very stern, cold voice bellowed for them to be quiet.

It was the Griffindor and Slytherin sixth years. She inwardly groaned. Fred and George, a five year old Harry and a bunch of troublemakers out for his blood. A great day, a fun day. What had she been thinking? And to top it off it was fifth year Griffindor's and Slytherin's next. Yippee! She could feel almost feel the sarcasm as thought what a wonderful day it was going to be.

The first half an hour was quite strenuous, but for different reasons than she had previously imagined. Fred and George were being near angels. This worried her and instead of being relieved she was gradually getting more and more on edge. They were planning something big, she knew it, she just did. 'I'm turning into mad eye moody, help! Please somebody, anybody, help!' she thought to herself before her stress levels managed to rise another notch. For not only were the infamous Weasley twins becoming saints, the Slytherin's hadn't muttered one, not one snide remark throughout. They were totally engrossed in their work and one, yes one, one of them had actually helped a Griffindor. Not only that, but no one had said anything about it. They had received a couple of confused looks from the Griffindor side, but nothing more. They too were probably planning something. Something big.

Not only that, but Harry, poor old Harry hadn't uttered a word. He'd just sat there not moving but observing. He hadn't yet looked anyone in the eye, but he observed none the less. Then there was the actual lesson. No-one had actually managed to change the plates into compasses. Not one. She was near tearing her hair out at their stupidity. This was easy stuff; they'd done much harder stuff before. She was giving them something easy and useful to start the year off and they couldn't do it. Something was wrong, very wrong, but what?

She took to sitting at her desk and watching all around her suspiciously over the top of the spectacles. Her eyes darting from one student to the next, barely blinking lest she miss something.

After a while, satisfied that it was her imagination and that children could actually be good given the right guidance, she turned the small boy on her right. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice holding none of the sternness she had used while addressing the class. He nodded slightly absentmindedly. "I could transfigure you a couple of toys." He said nothing and his expression stayed the same, nonchalant and detached, but his eyes held all the joy that was normal for a child and she knew then that that he had never had a toy in his life, not one. Swiftly, as if what she was doing was the most important and urgent thing ever, she crossed the room and climbing on one startled students desk she grabbed a box off of the top shelf and brought it over to her desk.

It was with a slight bang, preceded by a little rattle of many things that the box made when she not so gracefully plonked it onto the desk. With the dexterity and swiftness of a cat she began to take out many things and then began to transfigure them into toys of all shapes and sizes. A very fluffy toy tabby cat, a big cuddly toy dragon, a toy train, a xylophone, a paintbrush and paints and for some unknown reason, the muggle game twister.

Gingerly and with an inane grin on his face he gratefully took the toys.

"T…t…t…thankyou, t…t…thankyou, t…thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou." He kept saying, each time faster than the last until his words were but a slurred blur and his tone more confident. A confidence that had seemed lost only moments before. "I shall call you Foo-foo after my bestest friend in the whole world." He dubbed the cat, much to Minerva's joy. He thought of her, her, his best friend. She was speechless, absolutely speechless. "And you." He turned to the dragon smiling, its furry blue and green exterior with gold specks making it look sweet and innocent. He was completely oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was looking at him in fascination and some concealed amusement. "I am going to call you Ignatius, that means fiery one." He continued, as if the little fluffy thing in-front of him was the only thing in existence, there was a trace of awe in his voice as he spoke almost as if he wanted to be able to breath fire or look just as pretty.

He began to embark on an epic adventure on a grandiose scale with which Foo-foo and Ignatius sought out treasure and battle pirates on the seven seas. The fluency with which Harry played and the look of joy on his face stunned the class into a hushed silence and all forgot about the plates (including McGonnagall) and watched.

It was fifteen minutes later that Minerva was shaken out of her engrossed state by hearing a very familiar chuckle. She turned abruptly around to find two identical red heads (the weasley's) looking suspiciously like they were pulling a prank on some unsuspecting Slytherin's. Unable to stop the events unfolding in time she helplessly watched. The entire Slytherin side of the class began to stand and dance around the classroom as their robes turned into pink tutus and they started to sing Happy Birthday very out of tune to the accompaniment to many laughs. She was not impressed. They were moving all out of sync and haphazardly around the room, some of them knocking things off of her beautifully organised shelves. She'd had enough! After several deep breaths with which she used the time to compose herself, lest she go red with rage and a quick scan of the room so as to access the situation properly she began her lecture.

"Misters Weasley and Weasley put them back right now!" She shouted with enough force to make some of the smaller trinkets in the room jingle about. "Now!" She said again so as so stress her point. Within a few seconds the Slytherin's were back to normal, although a couple of their robes had some pink patches and they themselves were all over the place, gangways, tables and all. "I will not tolerate this rebelliousness, you will both have twenty points taken away." They moaned in protest, "Each!" She added, yet scorned herself because it was also her house that the points were being taken from. "And." They moaned again, annoying her greatly, "And two weeks worth of detention. Everyone, get back to work." She snapped, not in the mood for anything else to go wrong.

She looked down at Harry; he looked frightened and was shaking slightly. Foo-foo was being clutched in a tight hug and he was telling her that everything was going to be all right. Her heart plummeted to the polished wooden floor; she'd frightened him. "Harry." She said softly, but to no avail, "Harry, listen to me, I'm not angry anymore, see?" She smiled and with her right hand softly directed his head to face hers, ignoring his instinctive flinch which made her heart plummet a couple of stories down. His eyes were still sad, but he forced himself a weak smile. She wasn't like his uncle, was she?

It was at that moment that she had a brainwave, an ingenious idea struck her like a miner to gold. "Listen up." She said firmly to the class that had already gotten back to a more orderly and uniform state. "I have a proposition for you." Her words were kind, but they still held a strict edge to them, a weird combination but effective enough to make Harry happy and the class obedient. She paused longer than she meant to, she really didn't want to do what she was about to, but was she a Griffindor or not? She was brave, she was courageous, and she could pioneer into the unknown and survive, couldn't she? "The first people to transfigure their plates into compasses will get to play a game of twister and will not have to do any homework, the rest, you don't want to know what your homework's going to be." She said, her voice holding all the warning they needed.

Five minutes later the whole class had managed to do the task, she smiled in satisfaction as she watched them now move the chairs and tables to the sides of the room so as to place a magically enlarged plastic sheet with coloured dots on onto the floor. 'Twister.' She thought, 'Why twister, why not snakes and ladders or chess? Why not an orderly game that's main existence is to create mayhem? Fun mayhem, but mayhem none the less.' She sighed, resolute in her decision, but not sure if it was the right one or if she could bear to watch her classroom become so chaotic.

It was decided that everyone would take part on the mat, apart from Harry who was too small, but he had the job of spinning the arrow and he was darn proud of that job and all.

They all took their positions, including Minerva who was going to participate. Some smiling with an excited glint in their eyes, some with confusion as to what to do, some with slight apprehension. With one small spin from Harry it began.

To begin with there was a divide between the two sides of the room. The Slytherin's stayed on one side and the Griffindor's on the other. Harry was proudly spinning the arrow from his new position under the desk; his two cuddly toys sat on each side of him. Each of them were going to get their goes in alphabetical order and Harry was given a sheer to read off their names as he went along.

"A…A…Angeeelar," He started, not quite pronounciating right, but getting the gist of it. "Left foot y…yellow." He called out.

As the game went along, the invisible barrier that had existed before began to break down and in the end everyone was everywhere. Giggles erupted from people as someone moved and people began saying things like:" Ow" "That's my hand." "That tickles" "I've got cramp in my leg" "You're sitting on me" and "You have no idea what being twisted at this angle feels like?" with a couple of replies like "Sorry" or "Yes, I do."

As time went on Harry also began to be more confidant and knew everyone by name. He also began directing people to spare circles and let out squeals of delight at some particularly amusing parts of the game. Minerva herself whose hair was sticking out in most places of her once neat and tidy bun was having an extremely fun time and let the twin off of their detentions when they stopped her from touching the floor. Something which everyone had somehow managed not to do and probably had something to do with everyone helping each other, enemy or not. The atmosphere was wonderful.

It was as Minerva stretched to put her hand on a red square by turning her body over so that she was doing a crab, that an amused Dumbledore entered. The twinkling in his eyes was brighter than ever before and a small smile spread onto his face from under his silvery beard.

"I'm glad to see that you're all using your class time constructively." He said, barely managing to contain the laugh that was threatening to come out.

"W…w…well, yes. I though we ought to participate in a teambuilding exercise." She added lamely, but then realised that that was exactly what the game of twister had created. They were all working together.

"Fred, Right foot Blue." Harry blurted out happily, oblivious to the new person in the room from his little hiding place. Albus chuckled openly.

"I just thought you all ought to know that lunch started fifteen minutes ago." And with that he left.

It was a few minutes until everyone reluctantly packed up and left, their eyes darting towards the mat with which they'd had so much fun.

Thus end the fourth part.

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