Chapter Two
First Day of School on the Second Day-Part 1
Tuesday Morning-Five-Thirty A.M. "Harry, wake up, Harry," Sirius yelled at the sleeping form.
"Huh?" Harry asked as he groggily sat up.
"Get up and dressed for school."
"But its..." He looked to the clock, "Five-Thirty in the morning!"
"Yeah and school starts at eight."
"So... why are you waking me up..." He counted the hours on his fingers, "Two and a half hours early?"
"You have to catch the bus."
"School Bus?"
"No, city bus, but today I'm driving you, it being your first day."
"Oh joy, can I sleep in the car?"
"Absolutely NOT, you need to remember where we're going so you can get home."
"Oh, crud."
"Cheer up, get dressed."
"Fine," Harry replied as Sirius rushed from the room and Harry dragged himself from the warmth of his bed and into the bathroom, to wash his hair, brush his teeth, and use the toilet, then came out and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, blue jeans, an undershirt, a hooded gray sweatshirt, socks, and a pair of boots, hiking boots, if you were wondering, green and black.
"Harry, you ready to go?" Sirius yelled up the stairs.
"Comin," Harry slurred back, grabbed his backpack and headed down the stairs.
Sirius drove Harry to his first day at Hogwarts. "Harry, here's a bus pass, take the #- downtown then take the subway till ----- station, then get off and walk back to #12, here's a subway pass and a house key. I think your supposed to go to the office, Have fun."
"Bye," Harry replied solemnly, thinking, 'Here I am, my first day at a new school, are they going to punish me for missing yesterday?'
He wandered around till he finally found the office at around 7:30, He went in and up to the counter, "Um... excuse me," he said to the man at the desk.
"Yeees?"
"I'm a new student, my guardian registered me on Friday."
"Naamme?"
"Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you Mister Potter, I'm Minister Fudge," replied the secretary garbed in a lime green suit and bowler hat.
"He's not the minister boy, he's just the delirious old secretary," sneered a black haired, hook-nosed teacher from behind Harry.
"Severus, leave the man alone, he only has this year before retirement, and his replacement comes in the afternoon."
"That wretched Weasley boy!"
"He is a bit too self confident, but his brothers' are good chaps, come in Mr. Potter, come in."
"Thank you... sir." Realizing he didn't know this man's name.
"I am Headmaster Dumbledore, have a seat," as if answering Harry's thoughts. Harry sat down in one of the plush purple chairs before the Headmaster's desk.
"I see here," meaning the file before him, "You were doing excellent at your former school the past few years, Mr. Potter."
"Just Harry is fine Headmaster Dumbledore."
"And just Headmaster, or Professor will do as well Just Harry." Harry nodded. "I've placed you in general courses, in the same lines of study as your previous school, and what you planned on this year, as best we offer to your specifications."
"Thank you sir, What have I been placed in?"
"Oh..." he flipped through the papers on his desk, "Here you are, your schedule, will that do? Any problems?"
"No sir, looks fine."
"Then here we are, on your schedule, do you see your locker number, combination?" Harry nodded. "Senior lockers are on the left side of the second floor. Don't get too lost finding classes, now. Good luck."
"Thank you, Headmaster."
Harry found a stairwell and climbed to the second floor, once there, he started on the wrong wing and took five minutes to finally find his locker, the front of being occupied by a couple snogging, or rather up for air from doing so. Harry cleared his throat.
"Oh, sorry, you, new here?" the boy asked, giving Harry a look over.
"Yeah."
"I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way, and this is Padma," gesturing to the girl.
"Nice to meet you, Harry Potter."
"As in James Potter?" Draco asked excitedly.
"Yeah, he was my father, why?" Harry asked cautiously.
"He's a legend! Four straight City and National Champs, his years here, and you're his son! Tragic he died so young," Draco ended solemnly.
"Yeah."
"Was he a neat Dad?"
"Can't really recall, since I was three at the time of his death."
"So, did you move back here with your mother?"
A bell rang.
"No."
"Talk to you later Potter, have to head to class."
"Yep," Harry replied as he spun his combination and opened his locker, stowed his bag and off to find room 208 for Sociology, he found the room as the bell rang a second time. Draco and Padma, the duo he'd just met, already seated.
"In your seats, in your seats, young man, why aren't you seated?" asked the large spectacled, bangle covered bat looking woman. He looked at her clueless.
"Oh, oh, yes, you're the new student, I'm Professor Trelawnry, mister?"
"Potter, ma'am."
"Have a seat, there in the second row, third seat."
Trelawnry started lecturing then, with five minutes left in class asked, "How many of you have grown up with two parents?" The majority of the class raised there hands.
"How many of you with one parent?" Harry was the only one to raise his hand.
"And the rest of you, do you live with a parent and a step-parent?" The rest raised there hands. Draco Malfoy included, Harry noticed.
"For tomorrow, read the next section, Potter, here's a book."
-Ring-
The class trooped from the room. Harry put his book in his locker and headed toward the stairs, Malfoy joined him halfway up, "Hey Potter, Chemistry next?"
"Yeah, do you know where that is?"
"Course I do, come on," they walked down the hall and turned and followed this one till the branching off point to another hall, and there it was room 312.
"Haven't gotten lost getting here, I see, Mr. Potter? Sit at the third table, by the windows."
"Yes, sir."
"Here is your book, you will also need a binder and two spiral notebooks for this class."
"Yes, sir."
"And proper attire, your jeans and sweatshirt are not school regulation."
"Sorry, sir, I didn't know. What is school regulation?"
"Here, read the handbook, on your own time, not mine, to find out, now take your seat."
Harry took his seat by the window next to a brown haired girl. And Snape bolted into a lecture.
The bell rang and Harry pulled out his schedule. "What do you have next?" asked the brown haired girl.
"History."
"With Binns?"
"Yeah."
"Come with me then, you won't have time to stop at your locker today, come on."
Harry followed her to their next class, "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." She introduced herself, sticking out her hand.
"Harry Potter, thanks for showing me the way."
"Not a problem, and do try to stay awake, it is your first day," she advised knowingly.
"Okay," Harry replied clueless.
Professor Binns is an ancient looking old man, who looked as if he should have died several centuries ago. He gave Harry a massive History of......... text and directed him to a front row seat, without a second glance.
Harry's next class with Professor Flitwick, a short, stout, whiskered man, classroom was on the opposite end of Snape's hall. Flitwick is extremely pleasant mannered and happily gave Harry a text book and seating assignment. Harry noticed that Draco and Pamela, Padma, Paula.... He couldn't exactly recall Malfoy's girlfriend's name were in this class, but not the brown-haired girl, whom he now knew as Hermione Granger, though there was a boy in this, and he realized all his classes whom looked remarkable similar to her, perhaps there related, he thought.... Then returned to watching Flitwick demonstrate or explain problems on the board.
The bell rang- Time for Gym, Harry noticed, 'Where is the Gym?' he wondered. Harry started walking down a hall, and just by coincidence found the gymnasium. He was a floor above, so he jumped down to the gym. Everyone else was coming up from a corner of the gym dressed and ready to go.
"You, why aren't ya ready?" asked the teacher in a thick, thick accent.
"It's my first day sir, didn't know I'd be having gym."
"Go sit over 'ere for a moment, and bring cloths ta'morrow. Boys Two laps." The teacher walked over to Harry.
"Do ya play any sports?"
"No and yes sir, I play, but I don't excel at any."
"I'm Hagrid, ya sure?"
"Positive."
"I'll be tha judge, mister?"
"Potter sir, Harry Potter."
"Any relation to James?"
"He was my father."
"Well, jus sit ip in tha bleachers for tha period."
Harry sat there as his classmates played basketball/netball.
Hagrid let them go with five minutes left, so Harry left for his locker, then lunch, which he found, (five minutes into lunch), lucky he got out early, on the first floor, a massive room with hundreds of tables and four lunch lines. He got his lunch, what looked to be some sort of sandwich, noodle soup, what looked to be and he hoped, chicken noodle, and a milk.
Harry found an empty table and sat down.
"Hey P.J. looks like Dursley's going after the new kid," a red head said to his brown haired friend.
"His names Harry Potter and he was talking to your sister earlier P.J.," Draco said to the brown haired boy, obviously named P.J.
"What'd he say?"
"Oh, she just showed him to Binns class is all, think you should save him before Dursley gets him?"
"Yeah, especially if my sis might like him, wouldn't want him to get smashed his first day, now would we?" P.J. said getting up and heading over to Harry's table.
P.J. sat down across from Harry, "Hey, you, the new kid, want to come and sit with me and my mates?"
"Sure," Harry replied, "I'm Harry Potter."
"P.J. Granger."
What does P.J. stand for?"
"Patrick James."
"My middle names James as well."
"Cool. Come on." Harry picked up his tray and followed P.J. over to his table.
They sat down across from Draco and his red-headed friend, who was sleeping on his lit book.
"Potter, you've made it to lunch, great job lad, this lump here is Weasley."
"Malfoy, I can introduce myself, Ron Weasley," he stuck out his hand and Harry shook it.
"What brings you to Hogwarts?" asked P.J.
"Well, this is where Sirius picked to send me, I guess," Harry shrugged.
"Sirius?" asked Draco, "What's his last name?"
"Black."
"No shit, he's a cousin of mine, though he's the black sheep of the family, actually the whole family is estranged, everybody hates everybody, 'cepct my mum and her bitch of a sister, the other ones cool though, her daughter my cousin, has the wildest hair, you wouldn't believe some of the colors she dyes it and styles she puts it in, she's joined the bobbies."
"And I'm your what, fourth, fifth cousin, right?"
"Yeah, Weasley, on your fathers side."
"Why do you live with Sirius?" Draco inquired, "If you don't mind."
"He's my godfather, my mum died last month and he was my next legal guardian. Ah shit!"
"What?" the other three asked.
"That's my cousin, over there."
"Dursley!?" they asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, Dudley, the stupid fat lump."
"I think I like you, Potter."
"Anyone who hates Dursley is great in my book," seconded Ron.
"I for once agree with you, there Weasley."
"Are you going to eat that sandwich, Harry?" asked Ron.
Harry shook his head, "You can have it."
"Stomach come first, eh there, Ronnie boy?" asked P.J.
"Patrick?" asked Hermione Granger as she came up to the table.
"Yeah sis?"
"Did you take my calculator?"
"Sure did."
"Have you ever heard of a thing called asking, it would have been right useful last period," she chastised him, not even realizing, how'd he get my calculator out of my locker?
"Sorry sis, forgot mine, promise I won't do it again, okay?"
"Alright, Hi Harry."
"Hi," he shyly replied.
"Hermione, how's it cracking today?" asked Draco and Ron in unison, sing song voices.
"Fine, Malfoy, Weasley," she said laughing. "Padma sends her love, Draco."
"Right back at her." And Hermione walked back to her table.
"Hey where's Dean?" asked P.J.
"I think he's off with Gin, bastard." Ron mumbled.
Laughing, Malfoy said, "A little angry there, mate?"
"Why'd he have to date my sister?"
"Ron, ask them, now shut up about it!" P.J. piped in.
There's chapter 2, well the through lunch on his first day. If you want this to continue, drop me a line. Meaning Review.
First Day of School on the Second Day-Part 1
Tuesday Morning-Five-Thirty A.M. "Harry, wake up, Harry," Sirius yelled at the sleeping form.
"Huh?" Harry asked as he groggily sat up.
"Get up and dressed for school."
"But its..." He looked to the clock, "Five-Thirty in the morning!"
"Yeah and school starts at eight."
"So... why are you waking me up..." He counted the hours on his fingers, "Two and a half hours early?"
"You have to catch the bus."
"School Bus?"
"No, city bus, but today I'm driving you, it being your first day."
"Oh joy, can I sleep in the car?"
"Absolutely NOT, you need to remember where we're going so you can get home."
"Oh, crud."
"Cheer up, get dressed."
"Fine," Harry replied as Sirius rushed from the room and Harry dragged himself from the warmth of his bed and into the bathroom, to wash his hair, brush his teeth, and use the toilet, then came out and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, blue jeans, an undershirt, a hooded gray sweatshirt, socks, and a pair of boots, hiking boots, if you were wondering, green and black.
"Harry, you ready to go?" Sirius yelled up the stairs.
"Comin," Harry slurred back, grabbed his backpack and headed down the stairs.
Sirius drove Harry to his first day at Hogwarts. "Harry, here's a bus pass, take the #- downtown then take the subway till ----- station, then get off and walk back to #12, here's a subway pass and a house key. I think your supposed to go to the office, Have fun."
"Bye," Harry replied solemnly, thinking, 'Here I am, my first day at a new school, are they going to punish me for missing yesterday?'
He wandered around till he finally found the office at around 7:30, He went in and up to the counter, "Um... excuse me," he said to the man at the desk.
"Yeees?"
"I'm a new student, my guardian registered me on Friday."
"Naamme?"
"Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you Mister Potter, I'm Minister Fudge," replied the secretary garbed in a lime green suit and bowler hat.
"He's not the minister boy, he's just the delirious old secretary," sneered a black haired, hook-nosed teacher from behind Harry.
"Severus, leave the man alone, he only has this year before retirement, and his replacement comes in the afternoon."
"That wretched Weasley boy!"
"He is a bit too self confident, but his brothers' are good chaps, come in Mr. Potter, come in."
"Thank you... sir." Realizing he didn't know this man's name.
"I am Headmaster Dumbledore, have a seat," as if answering Harry's thoughts. Harry sat down in one of the plush purple chairs before the Headmaster's desk.
"I see here," meaning the file before him, "You were doing excellent at your former school the past few years, Mr. Potter."
"Just Harry is fine Headmaster Dumbledore."
"And just Headmaster, or Professor will do as well Just Harry." Harry nodded. "I've placed you in general courses, in the same lines of study as your previous school, and what you planned on this year, as best we offer to your specifications."
"Thank you sir, What have I been placed in?"
"Oh..." he flipped through the papers on his desk, "Here you are, your schedule, will that do? Any problems?"
"No sir, looks fine."
"Then here we are, on your schedule, do you see your locker number, combination?" Harry nodded. "Senior lockers are on the left side of the second floor. Don't get too lost finding classes, now. Good luck."
"Thank you, Headmaster."
Harry found a stairwell and climbed to the second floor, once there, he started on the wrong wing and took five minutes to finally find his locker, the front of being occupied by a couple snogging, or rather up for air from doing so. Harry cleared his throat.
"Oh, sorry, you, new here?" the boy asked, giving Harry a look over.
"Yeah."
"I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way, and this is Padma," gesturing to the girl.
"Nice to meet you, Harry Potter."
"As in James Potter?" Draco asked excitedly.
"Yeah, he was my father, why?" Harry asked cautiously.
"He's a legend! Four straight City and National Champs, his years here, and you're his son! Tragic he died so young," Draco ended solemnly.
"Yeah."
"Was he a neat Dad?"
"Can't really recall, since I was three at the time of his death."
"So, did you move back here with your mother?"
A bell rang.
"No."
"Talk to you later Potter, have to head to class."
"Yep," Harry replied as he spun his combination and opened his locker, stowed his bag and off to find room 208 for Sociology, he found the room as the bell rang a second time. Draco and Padma, the duo he'd just met, already seated.
"In your seats, in your seats, young man, why aren't you seated?" asked the large spectacled, bangle covered bat looking woman. He looked at her clueless.
"Oh, oh, yes, you're the new student, I'm Professor Trelawnry, mister?"
"Potter, ma'am."
"Have a seat, there in the second row, third seat."
Trelawnry started lecturing then, with five minutes left in class asked, "How many of you have grown up with two parents?" The majority of the class raised there hands.
"How many of you with one parent?" Harry was the only one to raise his hand.
"And the rest of you, do you live with a parent and a step-parent?" The rest raised there hands. Draco Malfoy included, Harry noticed.
"For tomorrow, read the next section, Potter, here's a book."
-Ring-
The class trooped from the room. Harry put his book in his locker and headed toward the stairs, Malfoy joined him halfway up, "Hey Potter, Chemistry next?"
"Yeah, do you know where that is?"
"Course I do, come on," they walked down the hall and turned and followed this one till the branching off point to another hall, and there it was room 312.
"Haven't gotten lost getting here, I see, Mr. Potter? Sit at the third table, by the windows."
"Yes, sir."
"Here is your book, you will also need a binder and two spiral notebooks for this class."
"Yes, sir."
"And proper attire, your jeans and sweatshirt are not school regulation."
"Sorry, sir, I didn't know. What is school regulation?"
"Here, read the handbook, on your own time, not mine, to find out, now take your seat."
Harry took his seat by the window next to a brown haired girl. And Snape bolted into a lecture.
The bell rang and Harry pulled out his schedule. "What do you have next?" asked the brown haired girl.
"History."
"With Binns?"
"Yeah."
"Come with me then, you won't have time to stop at your locker today, come on."
Harry followed her to their next class, "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." She introduced herself, sticking out her hand.
"Harry Potter, thanks for showing me the way."
"Not a problem, and do try to stay awake, it is your first day," she advised knowingly.
"Okay," Harry replied clueless.
Professor Binns is an ancient looking old man, who looked as if he should have died several centuries ago. He gave Harry a massive History of......... text and directed him to a front row seat, without a second glance.
Harry's next class with Professor Flitwick, a short, stout, whiskered man, classroom was on the opposite end of Snape's hall. Flitwick is extremely pleasant mannered and happily gave Harry a text book and seating assignment. Harry noticed that Draco and Pamela, Padma, Paula.... He couldn't exactly recall Malfoy's girlfriend's name were in this class, but not the brown-haired girl, whom he now knew as Hermione Granger, though there was a boy in this, and he realized all his classes whom looked remarkable similar to her, perhaps there related, he thought.... Then returned to watching Flitwick demonstrate or explain problems on the board.
The bell rang- Time for Gym, Harry noticed, 'Where is the Gym?' he wondered. Harry started walking down a hall, and just by coincidence found the gymnasium. He was a floor above, so he jumped down to the gym. Everyone else was coming up from a corner of the gym dressed and ready to go.
"You, why aren't ya ready?" asked the teacher in a thick, thick accent.
"It's my first day sir, didn't know I'd be having gym."
"Go sit over 'ere for a moment, and bring cloths ta'morrow. Boys Two laps." The teacher walked over to Harry.
"Do ya play any sports?"
"No and yes sir, I play, but I don't excel at any."
"I'm Hagrid, ya sure?"
"Positive."
"I'll be tha judge, mister?"
"Potter sir, Harry Potter."
"Any relation to James?"
"He was my father."
"Well, jus sit ip in tha bleachers for tha period."
Harry sat there as his classmates played basketball/netball.
Hagrid let them go with five minutes left, so Harry left for his locker, then lunch, which he found, (five minutes into lunch), lucky he got out early, on the first floor, a massive room with hundreds of tables and four lunch lines. He got his lunch, what looked to be some sort of sandwich, noodle soup, what looked to be and he hoped, chicken noodle, and a milk.
Harry found an empty table and sat down.
"Hey P.J. looks like Dursley's going after the new kid," a red head said to his brown haired friend.
"His names Harry Potter and he was talking to your sister earlier P.J.," Draco said to the brown haired boy, obviously named P.J.
"What'd he say?"
"Oh, she just showed him to Binns class is all, think you should save him before Dursley gets him?"
"Yeah, especially if my sis might like him, wouldn't want him to get smashed his first day, now would we?" P.J. said getting up and heading over to Harry's table.
P.J. sat down across from Harry, "Hey, you, the new kid, want to come and sit with me and my mates?"
"Sure," Harry replied, "I'm Harry Potter."
"P.J. Granger."
What does P.J. stand for?"
"Patrick James."
"My middle names James as well."
"Cool. Come on." Harry picked up his tray and followed P.J. over to his table.
They sat down across from Draco and his red-headed friend, who was sleeping on his lit book.
"Potter, you've made it to lunch, great job lad, this lump here is Weasley."
"Malfoy, I can introduce myself, Ron Weasley," he stuck out his hand and Harry shook it.
"What brings you to Hogwarts?" asked P.J.
"Well, this is where Sirius picked to send me, I guess," Harry shrugged.
"Sirius?" asked Draco, "What's his last name?"
"Black."
"No shit, he's a cousin of mine, though he's the black sheep of the family, actually the whole family is estranged, everybody hates everybody, 'cepct my mum and her bitch of a sister, the other ones cool though, her daughter my cousin, has the wildest hair, you wouldn't believe some of the colors she dyes it and styles she puts it in, she's joined the bobbies."
"And I'm your what, fourth, fifth cousin, right?"
"Yeah, Weasley, on your fathers side."
"Why do you live with Sirius?" Draco inquired, "If you don't mind."
"He's my godfather, my mum died last month and he was my next legal guardian. Ah shit!"
"What?" the other three asked.
"That's my cousin, over there."
"Dursley!?" they asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, Dudley, the stupid fat lump."
"I think I like you, Potter."
"Anyone who hates Dursley is great in my book," seconded Ron.
"I for once agree with you, there Weasley."
"Are you going to eat that sandwich, Harry?" asked Ron.
Harry shook his head, "You can have it."
"Stomach come first, eh there, Ronnie boy?" asked P.J.
"Patrick?" asked Hermione Granger as she came up to the table.
"Yeah sis?"
"Did you take my calculator?"
"Sure did."
"Have you ever heard of a thing called asking, it would have been right useful last period," she chastised him, not even realizing, how'd he get my calculator out of my locker?
"Sorry sis, forgot mine, promise I won't do it again, okay?"
"Alright, Hi Harry."
"Hi," he shyly replied.
"Hermione, how's it cracking today?" asked Draco and Ron in unison, sing song voices.
"Fine, Malfoy, Weasley," she said laughing. "Padma sends her love, Draco."
"Right back at her." And Hermione walked back to her table.
"Hey where's Dean?" asked P.J.
"I think he's off with Gin, bastard." Ron mumbled.
Laughing, Malfoy said, "A little angry there, mate?"
"Why'd he have to date my sister?"
"Ron, ask them, now shut up about it!" P.J. piped in.
There's chapter 2, well the through lunch on his first day. If you want this to continue, drop me a line. Meaning Review.