N/A: With Harry's Potions it's with the Gryffindor's. i was going to put Harry in Slythren but then you all convinced me to not to do it. Oh by the way, Henry hates Harry because Henry was told by his parents that he was meant to be the HEARO, and not Harry. Don't ask me why but i had done a write up on this story and Harry was meant to be in Slythren but you guys convinced me to put him in Ravenclaw.

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Anyways on with the story.

chapter 5

Professor McGonagall came into the deserted corridor and saw Henry and Ron. She knew that Hermione Granger didn't do anything to another student.

As Professor McGonagall talked to the boys, Harry had conscious again and got up. Professor had stoped for two seconds and said, "Mr Potter, you shouldn't be standing in this condition."

"I'am find Professor." He lied. He looked at the Professor. "Honestly." A bit of dizziness came over him as he was standing. Henry and Ron were surprised, that Harry had hit the wall on his head and there was no damage.

"I will not take that excuse Mr Potter, you will come with me to the Hospital wing and no buts."

"Oh fine, I'am just saying that I'am ok, it's only a bump on the head." Harry said.

"Henry and Ron come with me and Harry." They looked terrified.

Harry had to stay in the Hospital wing for a few hours and then he had to go back to the Ravenclaw common room to rest.

After a few hours of rest, Harry went to the great hall to have dinner, Harry was talking to Terry Boot, a fellow 1st year that got sorted into Ravenclaw as well. They had then headed back to the Ravenclaw common room to do study. "I recon your parents shouldn't got mad at you just because you go sorted into Ravenclaw Harry." Terry said.

"I know Terry, my life was ruined by them, they thought that Henry was the saver of the world after awhile, but then they got more attention to Henry then me. Terry they forced me to do everything!" Harry explained.

"Ok then Harry, I might go to bed now."

"I might go as well Terry," they had then left the Common room and then went to bed.

The next day, Potions was first up, Harry was in early as usually like the other classes. Then Professor Snape had came in. Harry knew that the Professor had hated Harry allot.

down in the doungenswhere Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough with the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

"Ah, yes,"Snape said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new—celebrity."

Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death—if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed that little speech. "Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death, sir " Harry said.

"Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Harry thought for a moment. "A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poison."

Snape was getting annoyed, Potter knew the answers, then he thought of another question. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Harry remembered this question he had then said, "Monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite."

Then he said. "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Harry had before written the notes down before class. 'I'll have to give this boy points for doing the answer's correctly.' The Professor thought. "That'll be 150 points to Ravenclaw." The Potions Master said in a kind tone.

That afternoon, flying was on they had to do it with the other houses. "Good after noon class,"

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch!" they said.

"Well what are you all waiting for, stick your hand out and say 'Up'."

Harry had said, "Up!" the broom had then went up straight into his hand.

"Now I want all of you to go onto your brooms and lean forward and go up then come back down. on my whistle, three....two....-" Before she had said one, a boy named Neville Longbottem's broom had went up into the air; Neville was scared, "come back Mr Longbottem!" the teacher yelled.

About 1 minute later, Neville and the Teacher had went up to the Hospital wing. "Look here, Longbottem had forgotten his Rememberal(SP)." Draco Malfoy said. "I might leave it up a tree for Longbottem to find."

"Malfoy, give it to me!" Harry said.

"Come and get it Potter!" Harry went onto his broom and flew over to the blond boy. "Give it here Malfoy, or i'll knock you off your broom!"

"Here have it!" Malfoy then through it, Harry saw in slow-motion the ball had been thrown. Harry then went fast to get the Ball. He then caught it and then landed on the ground. Professor McGonagall came out shocked.

A/N: Hello all, how do you like it? Please Review. Thanks!