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American Magician
Chapter 12:
Last time:
"He was rollin'!" They continued to talk about their own high school as the people at their table looked at them in confusion.
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The next day found Harry and Simeon woken rudely by Draco who poured water on them. "The fuck!" Harry yelled.
"Wake up. DADA in five minutes, looks like you missed breakfast." He sneered.
"Fuck off!" Harry groaned. He got up and dressed in normal clothes that he bought when they went shopping the other day as he refused to wear the uniforms bought. He compromised in saying he would wear the shirt and robes. When they were done, they quickly ran to the class. They still managed to be ten minutes late.
"Potter! Thomas! 5 points each from Slytherin!" James yelled. "Take a seat." They just stood there. "What now?"
"Where do we sit?" Simeon asked.
"Anywhere!" They sat where they were. "10 more points and Thomas you sit next to Malfoy, Potter, sit next to Parkinson. Both of you stand and show them where to sit."
The two Americans sat and began to try and take notes with a quill. "Fuck this." Harry growled as he took a get pen out of his picket.
"What's that?" The pug-faced girl asked. Harry didn't even look up, but did when she stroked his arm. He glared at her and she just started stroking his leg.
"Get off of me." He snarled. She just leaned in and Harry started feeling suffocated by her perfume. He put his and in the air. When his father just ignored him, he cleared his throat.
"What Potter?" James asked impatiently.
"Can I move? This girl won't keep her mitts to herself!" He demanded angrily.
"No, now listen to the lesson." Harry glared at the man. When Pansy's (as he found her name to be) hand traveled u his leg, he pushed it off. She brought it back though and Harry pushed it off again.
"What part of get the fu-uh-off don't you understand?" He hissed.
"You know you like it. You're just playing hard to get." She grinned.
"Listen Pug-face, you don't know me. So get your hand off my legs." He said in a low growl. When her hands almost reached the top, he stood up quickly. "Get the fuck off me bitch!" He yelled. "And you!" He turned his furious glare to his father. "Because you won't move my seat, I won't attend this class." He picked up his stuff and began to walk to the door.
"Walk out that door and 50 points from Slytherin and detention for a week!" James roared. Harry just calmly flicked him off when he reached the door.
When Harry left, he decided to explore a bit. He walked past rooms and went downstairs and upstairs. Soon he was hopelessly lost, but he didn't care, if he wanted to be found, he would just go out a window and climb down the castle. It wouldn't be too hard, especially if he made himself a ladder. He kept walking until he found a familiar place, the Great Hall. He groaned when he saw who was in the Great Hall, his mother.
"Harry, aren't you supposed to be in class?" She asked when she got up.
"What about it? The teacher wouldn't let me move, I was even polite about it and didn't curse until I left and waited for him to call on me. I've been trying to act nicer, but that isn't enough."
"Why did you want to move?"
"What chick Pansy kept feeling me u even after I told her to knock it off. I even told the teacher that, but he just told me to take notes." Harry all but hissed the words.
"What class did you have?"
"The one your dumba- husband teaches. DADA? I even took a page of notes. I never take notes. I don't think I did it right, though."
"Well, I'll help you out and talk to James later." She said as she sat down and patted to a seat next to her.
"I've never had help before. I've had Miccy hound me about homework, but that's it. So I don't really understand how this works." He blushed a bit in embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it. How lets get out your notes and books." They started to go over the material then, Harry asking questions and Lily explaining things. Sometimes Lily would quiz him over stuff. "How much did he take away from Slytherin for walking out?" She asked after about an hour and a half of explaining.
"I don't get that, what about points and all that. Is that my grade? He took 50 for walking out and gave me a week of detentions. Where is detention and how long does it last?" He asked. "At home it was in the cafeteria and it lasted half an hour."
"Well, it depends on who gives it to you, they assign you a task and you can't leave until you finish it. About the points, each house has points. For doing something wrong, you loose points and for doing something right, you gain points. The house with the most points at the end of the year wins."
"Oh, so what do they win?" Harry asked.
"A cup and they just announce that they won. It's a big deal here."
"Oh, why do people hate Slytherins?"
"That's the house people think is evil. Nowhere does it say you have to be evil to be in Slytherin. People just say you're evil because you're in Slytherin. Gryffindor is the house of all good people. But I know a few bad people that came from Gryffindor. You know what the strange thing is?" Harry looked up at her. "The people in Gryffindor cause more trouble then Slytherin. Don't tell James I said that, though. He's very loyal to Gryffindor." She smirked.
"Does he think I'm evil?" Harry asked.
"No, he just adjusts differently."
"Did he want me dead?" Lily looked shocked that he would even ask that question, but Harry had to know. When you don't have family, you realize how much it means. He didn't want to hurt this family in any way, that included he would leave if it would help them keep together. He could see that a great rift had come between them regarding him.
"No, of course he doesn't want you dead."
"Just not here. He wants me back at the orphanage. I'll go if I'm too much of a problem." Lily pulled him into a hug.
"No! Please don't go. It almost killed me to loose you the first time." She begged. Harry tensed, still not used to adults hugging him.
"Why do people hug people? I mean, I hugged my girlfriends and Simeon sometimes did it. I asked him why once and he told me his momma used to give him hugs. Kimber said that it's what people do, but not the people that I grew up with."
"Don't worry about it. It makes people feel better, sometimes it just reassures people that things are there. Did you have a toy or something that you hugged? I know you had one when you were a baby."
"No, we, er, I didn't have any money. I got one when I was younger, or I found it, or something, but I only had it for a short while." He muttered.
"Do you have any classes before lunch?" She changed the subject.
"Al-Professor Dumbledore told me that the class before lunch was an elective, but I don't know what ones to choose."
"Well, I would take Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes."
"I'll take the creature course, but not runes."
"All right, you can take Divination, which I don't want you to take, you don't have to do any work. Or you can take Arithmancy."
"I'll take Arithmancy. That's like Math, right?" He asked.
"It is working with numbers, but don't worry too much about it. If you need any help, just ask. How do you like your house?"
"Draco's an asshole and Pansy's a bitch. I'm not too big on the way the other houses glare at me either."
"Don't worry about it. I have an idea, lets practice flying. Most boys love it, I have to admit it's al right, but you need to learn how. If you like it, we can get you a broom. Go get Simeon now and I'll show him as well."
"All right, just a sec." He ran off, leaving his stuff behind and Lily chuckling after him. He found the DADA class just before the bell rang. When Simeon came out, Harry grabbed his hand and began pulling him to the Great Hall.
"Where are you taking me?" Simeon asked.
"Momma's taking us flying! Hurry!"
When Harry ran in he saw Lily standing with a grin on her face and holding his bag in one hand. Harry's face colored.
"Well, follow me. We will have to borrow some of the old school brooms, but hey, they work." Lily said as she walked out. They trotted after her and left their bags in the broom shed. "Now, first, hold your hand over it and say up." Harry did so and the broom immediately entered his hand. Simeon took a few times, but he got it. "Now, get on it like this." She demonstrated. "And lift off to hover." She said as she showed what she meant. The two boys did as they were told and Harry loved the feeling of flying. "No, fly around a bit." She said. Harry took it to heart and took off.
He flew fast, slow, high, and low. He even dived at break neck speed only to turn up where he instinctively knew was the lowest he could get for his feet to just skim the tops of the grass. He looked over to Simeon and saw that he and his mother were staring at him. He flew over, his grin fading as he knew he was in trouble.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.
"Spec, that was amazing!" Simeon yelled.
"Harry Potter!" Lily yelled. Harry gulped. "You about took ten years off of my life when you did that!"
"Sorry, it didn't seem dangerous."
"Didn't seem dangerous! Didn't seem dangerous! Come on, let's see if your father doesn't think it's dangerous!" She pulled him off his broom.
"Simeon, get my bag!" He yelled to his laughing friend as he was dragged off. She pulled him into the DADA class and yelled to the students that class was over. Her angry eyes turned to her husband and Harry could see James glaring at him.
"What's the meaning of this!" He demanded. "What's he done this time?"
"I took him out to teach him how to fly and he pulls a horrible stunt!" Lily yelled.
"There was nothing dangerous about it!" Harry argued.
"How could you call a dive from a hundred feet up only to pull up right before you became Potter pancake not dangerous?"
"I didn't hit the ground, though, did I?"
"This is about some dive?" James asked in disbelief.
"It was a school broom!"
"I'm sure anyone could do it."
"Not anyone can dive that fast and pull up that quickly to where your feet are almost on the ground!" She growled. "Especially not on a shooting star!"
"But it wasn't dangerous."
"You could have died!"
"But nothing happened! I knew when to pull up!"
"James, wasn't that dangerous? Tell him not to do it again!"
"And you think that (he/I) will listen to (me/him)?" They chimed.
"Yes! I do!" She said, giving both a pointed look.
"Fine, don't do it again. I would be proud if you weren't a filthy, lying Slytherin." James hissed Slytherin like it was vile. Harry felt a lump in his chest and another in his throat as his whole body wanted him to let the tears burning behind his eyes go. He didn't know why he hurt over those words, but he found himself wishing the physical hurt over his emotional hurt. It hurt less and he could understand it.
"James! That was completely uncalled for!" Lily yelled. "First you're cruel during class, then you do this! He's a human, a child, our child! He has feelings just like everyone else!"
"Of course he doesn't, he's a Slytherin, he doesn't have feelings or a conscious." Harry's urge to cry was overwhelming. He turned and ran out, ignoring Lily's cries for him to stop.
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Thanks to Prd2bAmerican18, Dir en Grey, sk8er-gal90, noraseyes, and Queenbeth2. Sorry for the long wait, I've had a bunch of school work and other things to do and it seems like every weekend is either out of town or doing research. i'm taking a break right now so that I can cool my brain, by the looks of my last quiz, my brain's fried.
American Magician
Chapter 12:
Last time:
"He was rollin'!" They continued to talk about their own high school as the people at their table looked at them in confusion.
*********************************
The next day found Harry and Simeon woken rudely by Draco who poured water on them. "The fuck!" Harry yelled.
"Wake up. DADA in five minutes, looks like you missed breakfast." He sneered.
"Fuck off!" Harry groaned. He got up and dressed in normal clothes that he bought when they went shopping the other day as he refused to wear the uniforms bought. He compromised in saying he would wear the shirt and robes. When they were done, they quickly ran to the class. They still managed to be ten minutes late.
"Potter! Thomas! 5 points each from Slytherin!" James yelled. "Take a seat." They just stood there. "What now?"
"Where do we sit?" Simeon asked.
"Anywhere!" They sat where they were. "10 more points and Thomas you sit next to Malfoy, Potter, sit next to Parkinson. Both of you stand and show them where to sit."
The two Americans sat and began to try and take notes with a quill. "Fuck this." Harry growled as he took a get pen out of his picket.
"What's that?" The pug-faced girl asked. Harry didn't even look up, but did when she stroked his arm. He glared at her and she just started stroking his leg.
"Get off of me." He snarled. She just leaned in and Harry started feeling suffocated by her perfume. He put his and in the air. When his father just ignored him, he cleared his throat.
"What Potter?" James asked impatiently.
"Can I move? This girl won't keep her mitts to herself!" He demanded angrily.
"No, now listen to the lesson." Harry glared at the man. When Pansy's (as he found her name to be) hand traveled u his leg, he pushed it off. She brought it back though and Harry pushed it off again.
"What part of get the fu-uh-off don't you understand?" He hissed.
"You know you like it. You're just playing hard to get." She grinned.
"Listen Pug-face, you don't know me. So get your hand off my legs." He said in a low growl. When her hands almost reached the top, he stood up quickly. "Get the fuck off me bitch!" He yelled. "And you!" He turned his furious glare to his father. "Because you won't move my seat, I won't attend this class." He picked up his stuff and began to walk to the door.
"Walk out that door and 50 points from Slytherin and detention for a week!" James roared. Harry just calmly flicked him off when he reached the door.
When Harry left, he decided to explore a bit. He walked past rooms and went downstairs and upstairs. Soon he was hopelessly lost, but he didn't care, if he wanted to be found, he would just go out a window and climb down the castle. It wouldn't be too hard, especially if he made himself a ladder. He kept walking until he found a familiar place, the Great Hall. He groaned when he saw who was in the Great Hall, his mother.
"Harry, aren't you supposed to be in class?" She asked when she got up.
"What about it? The teacher wouldn't let me move, I was even polite about it and didn't curse until I left and waited for him to call on me. I've been trying to act nicer, but that isn't enough."
"Why did you want to move?"
"What chick Pansy kept feeling me u even after I told her to knock it off. I even told the teacher that, but he just told me to take notes." Harry all but hissed the words.
"What class did you have?"
"The one your dumba- husband teaches. DADA? I even took a page of notes. I never take notes. I don't think I did it right, though."
"Well, I'll help you out and talk to James later." She said as she sat down and patted to a seat next to her.
"I've never had help before. I've had Miccy hound me about homework, but that's it. So I don't really understand how this works." He blushed a bit in embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it. How lets get out your notes and books." They started to go over the material then, Harry asking questions and Lily explaining things. Sometimes Lily would quiz him over stuff. "How much did he take away from Slytherin for walking out?" She asked after about an hour and a half of explaining.
"I don't get that, what about points and all that. Is that my grade? He took 50 for walking out and gave me a week of detentions. Where is detention and how long does it last?" He asked. "At home it was in the cafeteria and it lasted half an hour."
"Well, it depends on who gives it to you, they assign you a task and you can't leave until you finish it. About the points, each house has points. For doing something wrong, you loose points and for doing something right, you gain points. The house with the most points at the end of the year wins."
"Oh, so what do they win?" Harry asked.
"A cup and they just announce that they won. It's a big deal here."
"Oh, why do people hate Slytherins?"
"That's the house people think is evil. Nowhere does it say you have to be evil to be in Slytherin. People just say you're evil because you're in Slytherin. Gryffindor is the house of all good people. But I know a few bad people that came from Gryffindor. You know what the strange thing is?" Harry looked up at her. "The people in Gryffindor cause more trouble then Slytherin. Don't tell James I said that, though. He's very loyal to Gryffindor." She smirked.
"Does he think I'm evil?" Harry asked.
"No, he just adjusts differently."
"Did he want me dead?" Lily looked shocked that he would even ask that question, but Harry had to know. When you don't have family, you realize how much it means. He didn't want to hurt this family in any way, that included he would leave if it would help them keep together. He could see that a great rift had come between them regarding him.
"No, of course he doesn't want you dead."
"Just not here. He wants me back at the orphanage. I'll go if I'm too much of a problem." Lily pulled him into a hug.
"No! Please don't go. It almost killed me to loose you the first time." She begged. Harry tensed, still not used to adults hugging him.
"Why do people hug people? I mean, I hugged my girlfriends and Simeon sometimes did it. I asked him why once and he told me his momma used to give him hugs. Kimber said that it's what people do, but not the people that I grew up with."
"Don't worry about it. It makes people feel better, sometimes it just reassures people that things are there. Did you have a toy or something that you hugged? I know you had one when you were a baby."
"No, we, er, I didn't have any money. I got one when I was younger, or I found it, or something, but I only had it for a short while." He muttered.
"Do you have any classes before lunch?" She changed the subject.
"Al-Professor Dumbledore told me that the class before lunch was an elective, but I don't know what ones to choose."
"Well, I would take Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes."
"I'll take the creature course, but not runes."
"All right, you can take Divination, which I don't want you to take, you don't have to do any work. Or you can take Arithmancy."
"I'll take Arithmancy. That's like Math, right?" He asked.
"It is working with numbers, but don't worry too much about it. If you need any help, just ask. How do you like your house?"
"Draco's an asshole and Pansy's a bitch. I'm not too big on the way the other houses glare at me either."
"Don't worry about it. I have an idea, lets practice flying. Most boys love it, I have to admit it's al right, but you need to learn how. If you like it, we can get you a broom. Go get Simeon now and I'll show him as well."
"All right, just a sec." He ran off, leaving his stuff behind and Lily chuckling after him. He found the DADA class just before the bell rang. When Simeon came out, Harry grabbed his hand and began pulling him to the Great Hall.
"Where are you taking me?" Simeon asked.
"Momma's taking us flying! Hurry!"
When Harry ran in he saw Lily standing with a grin on her face and holding his bag in one hand. Harry's face colored.
"Well, follow me. We will have to borrow some of the old school brooms, but hey, they work." Lily said as she walked out. They trotted after her and left their bags in the broom shed. "Now, first, hold your hand over it and say up." Harry did so and the broom immediately entered his hand. Simeon took a few times, but he got it. "Now, get on it like this." She demonstrated. "And lift off to hover." She said as she showed what she meant. The two boys did as they were told and Harry loved the feeling of flying. "No, fly around a bit." She said. Harry took it to heart and took off.
He flew fast, slow, high, and low. He even dived at break neck speed only to turn up where he instinctively knew was the lowest he could get for his feet to just skim the tops of the grass. He looked over to Simeon and saw that he and his mother were staring at him. He flew over, his grin fading as he knew he was in trouble.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.
"Spec, that was amazing!" Simeon yelled.
"Harry Potter!" Lily yelled. Harry gulped. "You about took ten years off of my life when you did that!"
"Sorry, it didn't seem dangerous."
"Didn't seem dangerous! Didn't seem dangerous! Come on, let's see if your father doesn't think it's dangerous!" She pulled him off his broom.
"Simeon, get my bag!" He yelled to his laughing friend as he was dragged off. She pulled him into the DADA class and yelled to the students that class was over. Her angry eyes turned to her husband and Harry could see James glaring at him.
"What's the meaning of this!" He demanded. "What's he done this time?"
"I took him out to teach him how to fly and he pulls a horrible stunt!" Lily yelled.
"There was nothing dangerous about it!" Harry argued.
"How could you call a dive from a hundred feet up only to pull up right before you became Potter pancake not dangerous?"
"I didn't hit the ground, though, did I?"
"This is about some dive?" James asked in disbelief.
"It was a school broom!"
"I'm sure anyone could do it."
"Not anyone can dive that fast and pull up that quickly to where your feet are almost on the ground!" She growled. "Especially not on a shooting star!"
"But it wasn't dangerous."
"You could have died!"
"But nothing happened! I knew when to pull up!"
"James, wasn't that dangerous? Tell him not to do it again!"
"And you think that (he/I) will listen to (me/him)?" They chimed.
"Yes! I do!" She said, giving both a pointed look.
"Fine, don't do it again. I would be proud if you weren't a filthy, lying Slytherin." James hissed Slytherin like it was vile. Harry felt a lump in his chest and another in his throat as his whole body wanted him to let the tears burning behind his eyes go. He didn't know why he hurt over those words, but he found himself wishing the physical hurt over his emotional hurt. It hurt less and he could understand it.
"James! That was completely uncalled for!" Lily yelled. "First you're cruel during class, then you do this! He's a human, a child, our child! He has feelings just like everyone else!"
"Of course he doesn't, he's a Slytherin, he doesn't have feelings or a conscious." Harry's urge to cry was overwhelming. He turned and ran out, ignoring Lily's cries for him to stop.
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Thanks to Prd2bAmerican18, Dir en Grey, sk8er-gal90, noraseyes, and Queenbeth2. Sorry for the long wait, I've had a bunch of school work and other things to do and it seems like every weekend is either out of town or doing research. i'm taking a break right now so that I can cool my brain, by the looks of my last quiz, my brain's fried.