September came upon them, and with that came the Quidditich Season, and the start of University, for Harry, Hermione, and Neville. Neville enrolled in practically any course having to do with plants. While Hermione took courses on many of the things she previously studied at Hogwarts, like Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy, but she also enrolled in a literature course on muggle novelists, and surprisingly a pottery class. And Harry, well, he took the most unusual things of the three, painting, history, that literature class, potions, archeology, sculpture, and transfiguration. The first thing Hermione asked him, when she saw what he was taking was, "Sure you'll be able to stay awake?" "Very funny, YES, I'll be able to stay awake, Binns isn't teaching it, plus it's more muggle then Wizarding history, so not hundreds of hours of goblin rebellions." She just smiled, in response. "That literature course shall be interesting, don't you agree, Harry?" "That's why I'm taking it, want to broaden my horizons." "Yes, I've never even heard of some of these writers." "Me neither, except for a few," she cut him off. "The British ones?" "Yes, I've heard of most of them." "Good, so you haven't spent half your life in a closet?" "No, I did, and it was a cupboard, not a closet." "Are you being serious?" "Yes, for eleven years I lived in a cupboard, I swear, I'm not lying, use truth serum, if you think I'm lying." "I believe you unfortunately." "Good, we don't need to call Snape." "You think he has a telephone?" "Hmm... that's a good question; we could call him and hang up!" Neville walked in, "Do either of you know where Ron is?" "Not a clue." "No idea. Why?" "He borrowed my dress shoes, and I was wondering if I could have them back." "Why'd he borrow your shoes?" "No idea, I think he had a date." "When did he borrow them?" "Last week." "Go check our room, Nev." "Thanks, Harry." "No problem." Neville goes off in search of his shoes. "What do you start with tomorrow, Harry?" "Painting 101." "Do you have Muggle Lit. 101, after that?" "Yeah, what do you start with?" "Charms 101." "Then, shall we meet up for lunch before Muggle Lit.?" "Of course, what time and where?" "11:30, at the library?" "Is Harry Potter actually suggesting going to the library?" "Yes, we are at an institute of higher learning now, you know, Ms. Granger." "Oh, I know very well, Mr. Potter!" The next afternoon, Muggle Literature-101. "Good afternoon, I am Professor Nabokov," the Professor entered and started in on the introductions, "We will start by going around the room to get to know each other a bit better," he looked around the classroom, "This class, Muggle Literature will involve intensive reading, and many discussions," his roaming eyes stopped on Harry, whispering something to Hermione. "You there, do you think you have something more important to say, that you have to interrupt my class, young man, Mister...?" "Potter, sir." "And where are you from, Mr. Potter." "Hogwarts, sir, is where I went to school." "So, you've had Albus Dumbledore, then?" "Yes, sir." "Where did you grow up, before Hogwarts?" "I lived in Surrey." "And the young lady next to you, where are you from, Miss...?" "Granger, sir, I also went to Hogwarts, grew up in London." "And which house were you both in?" "Gryffindor," they answered in unison. "I see." And he went through the rest of the class, in similar fashion, getting everyone's names, and where they were from. Almost two hours later, "For your first assignment, I want 24 to 61mm on yourself, greatest influences, friends, your life, ups and downs, anything, as long as it's relevant to you; dismissed." "Potter, Granger." He called to them. "Sir?" When they reached him. "I expect only excellence from both of you, after the glowing reports I received from my friend, your former professor, Jim Knightly." "Yes, sir." "He's going to be tough." "Nothing we can't handle, Harry, we did survive, seven years of someone always trying to kill you." She smiled, which brought one to him as well. "Shall we head home?" "Unless you want to go to the library?" "Nah, tomorrow, want to get started on my life history, and my charms." "Hermione Granger not wanting to go to the library! Unbelievable! Must call the press, though there probably that guy standing behind that tree there, watching us," He said loudly enough to send the reporter scattering, "I'll see you later then." "Why, are YOU going to the library?" "Yeah," he said innocently. "Why?" "I want to see what all the books say about me for the assignment." "Understandable, because..." "I have no idea, a) where I was born; b) I want to laugh about the stuff they've written on me." "Good reasons, they are, but why don't you just ask Remus?" "If I find nothing, I'll try to find him; he went off, somewhere..." "You know, don't you, where he went?" "Yeah, somewhere in the America's." "We're here, guess I won't hold you up any longer, bye Harry," and she apparated away. Harry's Muggle Lit. Paper: 'The books say I was born in London, St. Mungo's to be exact. But I wouldn't know, without looking in a book. Everyone knows my story, how my parents were murdered by Voldemort fifth teen months after my birth, and consequently I survived the killing curse, only person ever to, yeah the same old story, I was first told when I was eleven. Before that having no idea, only being told my parents' died in a car crash, and to keep my mouth shut. Yes, that's how I grew up. Living in a cupboard for ten years, a human punching bag for my cousin, I was. I like most showed the signs of accidental magic, making glass disappear at the zoo, after talking to a snake, apparating on top of my primary school, making my hair grow over night. And being severely punished for it all, a week without food, or a week in the cupboard, just a few common occurrences. Being screamed at for everything, breathing included. Doing all the chores, cooking breakfast, every morning for my whale of a cousin and uncle, and my peeping aunt. Then the Hogwarts letters started to come, my uncle tried everything to stop them, to keep me from getting my hands on one. Including, taking a boat to a shack at sea. Hagrid, Hogwarts game keeper, came and got me, and I went to Diagon Alley for the first time, got my wand, and got my first ever birthday present that wasn't a toothpick or piece of string, Hagrid got me, my owl, Hedwig, my companion for my miserable summer months. Hogwarts, wow, seven adventure-filled and someone always out to get me years. But in between that, I made to wonderful, amazing, indescribable, how great they are, friends, Ron and Hermione. It's mostly Ron's fault how we ended up being friends, the three of us, the guy with the people saving thing, me, the cannons obsessed youngest son with five older brothers, Ron, and the bossy know it all, as she was first year, Hermione. She relaxed, but still stuck to her studying, and pulling me out of jams way, all the way through seventh year, when we were Head Girl and Boy, together. Things weren't always great for the three of us though, Fourth year stands out the most, and I was entered into the Tri-wizard Tournament by a Death Eater, impersonating a teacher. So, Ron, he got angry, accusing me of trying to get more attention, etc, etc, etc, he didn't speak to me and avoided me until the first task, Hermione stuck by my side, and because of her I actually made it out alive. Using the summoning spell, to get my broomstick to fight a Hungarian Horntail. If it wasn't for Hermione teaching me hundreds of spells, I would not have been able to get through the fourth task without being torn apart. Now, I'm going to go backwards a bit, second year, was one of my worst at Hogwarts, everyone against me, my best friend petrified, and before that poly juiced into a cat, plus I had to save Ron's sister, from a young Tom Riddle. Third year, a supposed mass murderer after me, the real murderer sleeping in my dorm, since first year, and the best Defense against the Dark Arts Professor I ever had. I never got to know my parents, I barely knew my godfather, and was treated worse then lice as a child, but somehow, and I would say mostly because of my friends, I turned out all right, they have influenced and impacted, kept me going, and kept me sane, through my seven years at Hogwarts and I'm sure we will continue to do just that for each other, now that we're out into the world.' ~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Next time, oh what will I do? Suggestions are welcome :-) If the paper really sucked, sorry, not the best at English papers, lucky to scrape by with a B, just tried to get the point, of the help from his friends across, am I making any sense here? Not sure, plus I've had three long days in a row, Adios, ears91~Review please! Thanks to my beta, Kendra. Oh, and has anyone figured out, or have any guesses, where Ron's been off to (Besides Training, and who his new girlfriend is? probably won't find out till next summer in the story though...) Upcoming will be Harry spending a semester in the?. Hermione in another country, though I'll only mention that, and after Harry gets back and Hermione gone for a semester, Harry and Neville will have a chat, that's just a few things to look forward to, plus Harry's roommate in ?.