Ch. I
Enter Hogwarts
"Mr. Potter, please pay attention!"
Harry Potter's head shot up from behind his arms. His nappy black hair, and glasses at a jaunty angle, added to the look of surprise on his face.
"Sorry Professor McGonagall," he stammered, " I, uh, I"
Professor McGonagall sighed, took off her horned rim glasses and looked Harry dead in the eye, a habit she developed that tended to put the students back into good discipline.
"I hope that thing you were doing that oh so looked like sleeping," she said icily, " was some form of note taking proven to be more effective than sitting erect, and with eyes opened. Now if you please, transform this pig's ear into a silk purse, and back again to its original state."
Harry gulped, rolled his sleeves back and took out his wand. He turned around and looked at his close friend, Hermione, for any hints or advice. All he got was a reprimanding stare. Sighing, Harry just closed his eyes, mumbled something, and waved his wand.
SHIIZZZZLLEEE.
"Well Mr. Potter," sardonically laughed McGonagall, "I guess I must give you half credit for what you have done."
"Huh?" said Harry as he opened his eyes.
The whole classroom was filled with laughing, and Harry realized that though his pig's ear was still quite, a pig's ear, the table it was placed on was a giant purple purse. Harry started blushing and laughing nervously. McGonagall sighed and turned the giant purse back into a table.
"Tonight's assignment," she said as the class packed up and left, " is to finish the paper on the Effect's of Animagus, on Muggle Movie Plots."
Harry packed up his bags and walked out of the class, embarrassed that me had made such a-
"Ruddy ass of yourself," reprimanded Hermione, "even Neville could do that one."
Harry's redheaded friend, Ron, came to Harry's rescue.
"Lay off Hermy, he's probably tired from a long summer with those Dursleys."
Hermione's eyes' turned straight back to Harry, totally ignoring Ron.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed, " I was going to ask, how was your summer?"
Harry sighed, and mumbled something and walked ahead of them.
Hermione felt extremely affronted. "Was it something I said?"
"No," said Ron, "there's something off about him, ever since Sirius died,"
Hermione pushed her hair back and nodded slowly. "He must be taking it very hard."
Ron snorted. "I thought you were smarter than stating the obvious. Of course he is, Sirius was the only true adult friend he had in this world."
"But Ron," said Hermione, " he's still got Dumbledore."
"Well that's what you would think," Ron said secretly, " but unfortunately Harry has came to realize a sad truth that Dumbledore can't solve everything, and he is now truly on his own."
"Ugh," said Hermione, " this whole thing is getting bloody messy!"
"Speaking of messes," said Ron, " we best run to Care of Magical Creatures, if we want to get the seats farthest from those new creatures of his."
"Really now," moaned Hermione, "who else, but Hagrid, think of breeding a blast ended skrewt with a kraken?"
"Heh I'm really not scared of that thing." Said Ron.
Hermione smiled teasingly at Ron. "Well then, what would you do if this thing tried to attack us?"
"I'd just get Harry to try to transfigure it." Laughed Ron.
"Ron!" giggled Hermione, "That's so cruel! But I really don't know what is scarier, a charging animal or a huge monstrosity of a purse."
"Well we get to class if we wanna find out," Ron said, "either way, today will be an interesting day."
The Care of Magical Creatures class was held in a shack owned by the gamekeeper, Hagrid, which was situated outside in the school grounds in front of the Forbidden Forest. Yet even with the backdrop of the black and dark woods, the days clear autumn sky and light nippy breezes made everyone forget their troubles. Except Harry.
Harry felt awful, in fact, he felt like shit. It wasn't everyday you up and ditch you're best friends suddenly just because they asked you on how your summer was. But he did that anyways.
"That's what I've been doing a lot recently," he thought, " just running away from questions."
In truth, Harry's summer had been rough. Since the Dursley's his muggle relatives, knew they could not blatantly harm the boy due to the fact a whole team of Aurors, the Order of the Phoenix, would come knocking on their door. Instead, they've been just ignoring his existence. While Harry usually found this to be a god sent respite, this year he actually missed the nagging and the pointing.
"At least then I was noticed," he thought.
Harry was lonely, plain and simple. Sirius was gone, Dumbledore, his mentor turned out to be human, implying he could make mistakes, and finally, he found out that in the end of this all, either Voldemort, or him, would die. And frankly, Harry didn't care anymore. Two months of almost solitary confinement save for a few owl-sent letters, and his pet Hedwig, had led him to become vacant and reclusive. Company and concern had now become alien concepts to him, scary things, which at all cost, should be avoided.
"Like right now," he thought.
Another thing was troubling him. Harry was changing. Just like Hermione this year had changed from a gangly buck toothed bushy haired know it all, into a slender, graceful, motherly figure, and just like how Ron had changed from his scrawny red haired youth into a tan muscled adolescent, Harry had also changed. Physically, he was almost the same, just a bit taller, and maybe a few pounds lighter. But inside, he was changing, and he felt it. Something was different about him, something he couldn't put a finger on.
"Would you and Mr. Lawn like to spend more quality time, Mr. Potter?" drawled a cold voice.
"Malfoy," swore Harry under his breath.
Harry got up and saw a slender blond haired boy with grey eyes. Draco Malfoy was back in Hogwarts, surrounded by his goliath friends, Crabbe and Goyle, along with the ever-ubiquitous Pansy Parkinson.
"Excited to see your half breed friend?" Sneered Malfoy amid the laughters of the Slytherins.
"Bug off Malfoy," said Harry savagely, "I don't need this right now."
Malfoy smiled a malicious grin, and walked up to Harry who was about 3 or 4 inches taller than him.
"What's wrong?" mockingly simpered Malfoy. "Ickle Harrykins needs a break from the world? What's wrong? The man who tipped off the existence of the Dark Lord is tired of the publicity?"
Before Malfoy could go on, he saw a blur of Harry's robes and fell on the ground with a thud; Harry looming over him.
"You like that?" said Harry huskily, " I told you to fuck off Malfoy, I have been with scum worse than you."
Malfoy winced and felt his cheek.
"This is gonna leave a bruise." He thought. But before he could retort at Harry, he saw a brief glimpse of something. Something liquid and glittering at the edge of Potter's eyes. Harry was crying. Malfoy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He just felt somehow increasingly awkward.
"Harry, I-well, you,"
"Shove it, Malfoy!"
Harry then turned his back and walked towards a waving group of Ron, Hermione, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. Malfoy just stood there.
"Potter," he thought, "in tears?"
"Malfoy!" Screeched Pansy as she flung herself down on him. "Malfoy! Are you hurt?!"
Malfoy shoved the screaming Pansy off his chest.
"Bug off you twat!" He chided. "I'm fine, now if you please, lets go to class."
Pansy nodded dumbly and she and the rest of the Slytherins followed Malfoy to their Care of Magical Creatures class.
Enter Hogwarts
"Mr. Potter, please pay attention!"
Harry Potter's head shot up from behind his arms. His nappy black hair, and glasses at a jaunty angle, added to the look of surprise on his face.
"Sorry Professor McGonagall," he stammered, " I, uh, I"
Professor McGonagall sighed, took off her horned rim glasses and looked Harry dead in the eye, a habit she developed that tended to put the students back into good discipline.
"I hope that thing you were doing that oh so looked like sleeping," she said icily, " was some form of note taking proven to be more effective than sitting erect, and with eyes opened. Now if you please, transform this pig's ear into a silk purse, and back again to its original state."
Harry gulped, rolled his sleeves back and took out his wand. He turned around and looked at his close friend, Hermione, for any hints or advice. All he got was a reprimanding stare. Sighing, Harry just closed his eyes, mumbled something, and waved his wand.
SHIIZZZZLLEEE.
"Well Mr. Potter," sardonically laughed McGonagall, "I guess I must give you half credit for what you have done."
"Huh?" said Harry as he opened his eyes.
The whole classroom was filled with laughing, and Harry realized that though his pig's ear was still quite, a pig's ear, the table it was placed on was a giant purple purse. Harry started blushing and laughing nervously. McGonagall sighed and turned the giant purse back into a table.
"Tonight's assignment," she said as the class packed up and left, " is to finish the paper on the Effect's of Animagus, on Muggle Movie Plots."
Harry packed up his bags and walked out of the class, embarrassed that me had made such a-
"Ruddy ass of yourself," reprimanded Hermione, "even Neville could do that one."
Harry's redheaded friend, Ron, came to Harry's rescue.
"Lay off Hermy, he's probably tired from a long summer with those Dursleys."
Hermione's eyes' turned straight back to Harry, totally ignoring Ron.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed, " I was going to ask, how was your summer?"
Harry sighed, and mumbled something and walked ahead of them.
Hermione felt extremely affronted. "Was it something I said?"
"No," said Ron, "there's something off about him, ever since Sirius died,"
Hermione pushed her hair back and nodded slowly. "He must be taking it very hard."
Ron snorted. "I thought you were smarter than stating the obvious. Of course he is, Sirius was the only true adult friend he had in this world."
"But Ron," said Hermione, " he's still got Dumbledore."
"Well that's what you would think," Ron said secretly, " but unfortunately Harry has came to realize a sad truth that Dumbledore can't solve everything, and he is now truly on his own."
"Ugh," said Hermione, " this whole thing is getting bloody messy!"
"Speaking of messes," said Ron, " we best run to Care of Magical Creatures, if we want to get the seats farthest from those new creatures of his."
"Really now," moaned Hermione, "who else, but Hagrid, think of breeding a blast ended skrewt with a kraken?"
"Heh I'm really not scared of that thing." Said Ron.
Hermione smiled teasingly at Ron. "Well then, what would you do if this thing tried to attack us?"
"I'd just get Harry to try to transfigure it." Laughed Ron.
"Ron!" giggled Hermione, "That's so cruel! But I really don't know what is scarier, a charging animal or a huge monstrosity of a purse."
"Well we get to class if we wanna find out," Ron said, "either way, today will be an interesting day."
The Care of Magical Creatures class was held in a shack owned by the gamekeeper, Hagrid, which was situated outside in the school grounds in front of the Forbidden Forest. Yet even with the backdrop of the black and dark woods, the days clear autumn sky and light nippy breezes made everyone forget their troubles. Except Harry.
Harry felt awful, in fact, he felt like shit. It wasn't everyday you up and ditch you're best friends suddenly just because they asked you on how your summer was. But he did that anyways.
"That's what I've been doing a lot recently," he thought, " just running away from questions."
In truth, Harry's summer had been rough. Since the Dursley's his muggle relatives, knew they could not blatantly harm the boy due to the fact a whole team of Aurors, the Order of the Phoenix, would come knocking on their door. Instead, they've been just ignoring his existence. While Harry usually found this to be a god sent respite, this year he actually missed the nagging and the pointing.
"At least then I was noticed," he thought.
Harry was lonely, plain and simple. Sirius was gone, Dumbledore, his mentor turned out to be human, implying he could make mistakes, and finally, he found out that in the end of this all, either Voldemort, or him, would die. And frankly, Harry didn't care anymore. Two months of almost solitary confinement save for a few owl-sent letters, and his pet Hedwig, had led him to become vacant and reclusive. Company and concern had now become alien concepts to him, scary things, which at all cost, should be avoided.
"Like right now," he thought.
Another thing was troubling him. Harry was changing. Just like Hermione this year had changed from a gangly buck toothed bushy haired know it all, into a slender, graceful, motherly figure, and just like how Ron had changed from his scrawny red haired youth into a tan muscled adolescent, Harry had also changed. Physically, he was almost the same, just a bit taller, and maybe a few pounds lighter. But inside, he was changing, and he felt it. Something was different about him, something he couldn't put a finger on.
"Would you and Mr. Lawn like to spend more quality time, Mr. Potter?" drawled a cold voice.
"Malfoy," swore Harry under his breath.
Harry got up and saw a slender blond haired boy with grey eyes. Draco Malfoy was back in Hogwarts, surrounded by his goliath friends, Crabbe and Goyle, along with the ever-ubiquitous Pansy Parkinson.
"Excited to see your half breed friend?" Sneered Malfoy amid the laughters of the Slytherins.
"Bug off Malfoy," said Harry savagely, "I don't need this right now."
Malfoy smiled a malicious grin, and walked up to Harry who was about 3 or 4 inches taller than him.
"What's wrong?" mockingly simpered Malfoy. "Ickle Harrykins needs a break from the world? What's wrong? The man who tipped off the existence of the Dark Lord is tired of the publicity?"
Before Malfoy could go on, he saw a blur of Harry's robes and fell on the ground with a thud; Harry looming over him.
"You like that?" said Harry huskily, " I told you to fuck off Malfoy, I have been with scum worse than you."
Malfoy winced and felt his cheek.
"This is gonna leave a bruise." He thought. But before he could retort at Harry, he saw a brief glimpse of something. Something liquid and glittering at the edge of Potter's eyes. Harry was crying. Malfoy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He just felt somehow increasingly awkward.
"Harry, I-well, you,"
"Shove it, Malfoy!"
Harry then turned his back and walked towards a waving group of Ron, Hermione, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. Malfoy just stood there.
"Potter," he thought, "in tears?"
"Malfoy!" Screeched Pansy as she flung herself down on him. "Malfoy! Are you hurt?!"
Malfoy shoved the screaming Pansy off his chest.
"Bug off you twat!" He chided. "I'm fine, now if you please, lets go to class."
Pansy nodded dumbly and she and the rest of the Slytherins followed Malfoy to their Care of Magical Creatures class.