The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again...
Chapter Twelve: Secret discovered
"Getting lucky Davison?" A voice asked from behind Harry. Harry turned to regard a sneering boy, whom he recognized to be in his year.
He had been doing fine in Slytherin. The house-mates were tolerable, the students were interesting, you could get away with anything, and everyone always had a bad joke handy.
"You must be knackered. Three nights in a row you're not in your bed." The blonde boy continued. "Bet she's a mudblood."
"Nah. Just couldn't sleep. You were dreaming of McGonnagall again and talking about it in your sleep." Harry shot back. It always helped to have an insult handy in Slytherin. The boy, who Harry realized was named Draco, winced.
"Good one." Draco replied. "So seriously, what are you doing?"
"What's it to you?" Harry asked
Draco tapped on his prefect's badge in reply.
"Snape must be off his rocker... making you a Prefect. Goyle'd do a better job." Harry said with a smirk.
"Hey. Keep it up and Snape'll hear you haven't slept in your bed yet." Draco threatened.
"Fine... I've been exploring." Harry replied honestly.
Before Draco could respond, a girl who looked like a shaved English bulldog walked up.
"Draco..." she simpered "I waited for you for hours..."
Harry sensed it was not his place and headed towards his first class of the year. Since September first fell on a Friday, Harry hadn't been to any classes yet. Just three days to read his school books and get to know his house-mates.
Harry strolled into the Dungeon and took a random seat near the front of the class. Potions looked quite interesting to him. The room slowly filled with young students, probably around 11 years old. Once all of them had been seated, Professor Snape walked in, his robes billowing behind him.
"Aren't you a little old for this class?" The Professor asked, fixing Harry with a sneer.
"No sir, I got hit by a memory charm and all my memories of school left me." Harry replied briefly.
"Ahh. Davison." The Professor said, walking over to the chalkboard.
"I don't expect all of you to have the patience and concentration that is required in the art of potion making. In fact," Snape said, glaring at a small cluster of Gyffindors. "that only half of you will pass this class." Snape smirked at some of the Slytherins. Snape's eyes flicked back over to the Gryffindor half of the room. "It would be very stupid of you to throw that dung bomb, Mr. Heiner. Twenty points from Gryffindor for disrupting my lesson."
"B-but!" the boy protested
"Ten more points from Gryffindor and detention tomorrow night." Snape growled. The boy went silent. "Now before I was so rudely interrupted, I was teaching you how to make a shrinking solution."
The Professor tapped his wand on the blackboard, and instructions appeared. "Ingredients are on my desk. You have one hour."
Harry's potion was completely finished and poured into the flask in half the time.
"Clearly you had a brilliant Potions master Davison. No homework for you, and twenty points to Slytherin. I shall inform the Headmaster that you are ready to move along. Take the rest of the class off." Snape said shooing him away.
Harry packed his things away and left. He had just enough time to have a light "lunch" in the Forbidden Forest before the bell rang. Harry was forced to sprint to Transfiguration. Harry set his bag under his chair and waited on the Professor.
"Good afternoon class. I'm Professor Mcgonnagall, and I shall be your Transfiguration Professor for your time at Hogwarts. Would one of you kindly pass out the buttons?" She asked
Harry stood and passed out the buttons. "Thank you. Ten points to Slytherin." The Professor said. "You are trying to turn your button into a beetle. The incantation is emitnihproms'ti. You may begin."
Harry got his on the first try. McGonnagall hadn't even had time to sit back at her desk.
"Impressive. Another ten points to Slytherin. Would you care to try your hand at transfiguring other things?" The Professor asked.
"Yes, Please."
She set him to doing simple things at first, then moved on to more complex things. Matchsticks to needles, porcupines to pincoushions, desks to dobermans... Harry finished each of these on the first try.
"Davison. Take forty points for Slytherin. I don't even think Mrs. Granger did the desks to dobermans spell on her first try... I have a book for you to read. I'm going to excuse you from the rest of your classes for the day so you can read it." She said. She scanned her large bookshelf for a moment before passing him a copy of "Discover your inner animal: a guide to becoming an animagus"
"Come ad see me after your classes tomorrow. We shall check on your progress then."
"Thank you." Harry replied, turning for the door.
"Oh, and Davison, if you can turn my desk to a bat and back, I shall give you another ten points. The incantation is "yttupyllis."
Harry got it on his first try and left.
It took him all day to read his book. It was ten o' clock. Time to eat. Harry walked down to the grounds and walked into the Forbidden Forest. He had only walked for about three minutes when he came across a dear drinking from a pool of water. It didn't feel a thing. Harry was laying down, his face covered in blood after enjoying his kill, when he heard a stick snap.
"Merlin's beard... you're a vampire?" Draco Malfoy asked him, shock evident in his voice.
"Getting lucky Davison?" A voice asked from behind Harry. Harry turned to regard a sneering boy, whom he recognized to be in his year.
He had been doing fine in Slytherin. The house-mates were tolerable, the students were interesting, you could get away with anything, and everyone always had a bad joke handy.
"You must be knackered. Three nights in a row you're not in your bed." The blonde boy continued. "Bet she's a mudblood."
"Nah. Just couldn't sleep. You were dreaming of McGonnagall again and talking about it in your sleep." Harry shot back. It always helped to have an insult handy in Slytherin. The boy, who Harry realized was named Draco, winced.
"Good one." Draco replied. "So seriously, what are you doing?"
"What's it to you?" Harry asked
Draco tapped on his prefect's badge in reply.
"Snape must be off his rocker... making you a Prefect. Goyle'd do a better job." Harry said with a smirk.
"Hey. Keep it up and Snape'll hear you haven't slept in your bed yet." Draco threatened.
"Fine... I've been exploring." Harry replied honestly.
Before Draco could respond, a girl who looked like a shaved English bulldog walked up.
"Draco..." she simpered "I waited for you for hours..."
Harry sensed it was not his place and headed towards his first class of the year. Since September first fell on a Friday, Harry hadn't been to any classes yet. Just three days to read his school books and get to know his house-mates.
Harry strolled into the Dungeon and took a random seat near the front of the class. Potions looked quite interesting to him. The room slowly filled with young students, probably around 11 years old. Once all of them had been seated, Professor Snape walked in, his robes billowing behind him.
"Aren't you a little old for this class?" The Professor asked, fixing Harry with a sneer.
"No sir, I got hit by a memory charm and all my memories of school left me." Harry replied briefly.
"Ahh. Davison." The Professor said, walking over to the chalkboard.
"I don't expect all of you to have the patience and concentration that is required in the art of potion making. In fact," Snape said, glaring at a small cluster of Gyffindors. "that only half of you will pass this class." Snape smirked at some of the Slytherins. Snape's eyes flicked back over to the Gryffindor half of the room. "It would be very stupid of you to throw that dung bomb, Mr. Heiner. Twenty points from Gryffindor for disrupting my lesson."
"B-but!" the boy protested
"Ten more points from Gryffindor and detention tomorrow night." Snape growled. The boy went silent. "Now before I was so rudely interrupted, I was teaching you how to make a shrinking solution."
The Professor tapped his wand on the blackboard, and instructions appeared. "Ingredients are on my desk. You have one hour."
Harry's potion was completely finished and poured into the flask in half the time.
"Clearly you had a brilliant Potions master Davison. No homework for you, and twenty points to Slytherin. I shall inform the Headmaster that you are ready to move along. Take the rest of the class off." Snape said shooing him away.
Harry packed his things away and left. He had just enough time to have a light "lunch" in the Forbidden Forest before the bell rang. Harry was forced to sprint to Transfiguration. Harry set his bag under his chair and waited on the Professor.
"Good afternoon class. I'm Professor Mcgonnagall, and I shall be your Transfiguration Professor for your time at Hogwarts. Would one of you kindly pass out the buttons?" She asked
Harry stood and passed out the buttons. "Thank you. Ten points to Slytherin." The Professor said. "You are trying to turn your button into a beetle. The incantation is emitnihproms'ti. You may begin."
Harry got his on the first try. McGonnagall hadn't even had time to sit back at her desk.
"Impressive. Another ten points to Slytherin. Would you care to try your hand at transfiguring other things?" The Professor asked.
"Yes, Please."
She set him to doing simple things at first, then moved on to more complex things. Matchsticks to needles, porcupines to pincoushions, desks to dobermans... Harry finished each of these on the first try.
"Davison. Take forty points for Slytherin. I don't even think Mrs. Granger did the desks to dobermans spell on her first try... I have a book for you to read. I'm going to excuse you from the rest of your classes for the day so you can read it." She said. She scanned her large bookshelf for a moment before passing him a copy of "Discover your inner animal: a guide to becoming an animagus"
"Come ad see me after your classes tomorrow. We shall check on your progress then."
"Thank you." Harry replied, turning for the door.
"Oh, and Davison, if you can turn my desk to a bat and back, I shall give you another ten points. The incantation is "yttupyllis."
Harry got it on his first try and left.
It took him all day to read his book. It was ten o' clock. Time to eat. Harry walked down to the grounds and walked into the Forbidden Forest. He had only walked for about three minutes when he came across a dear drinking from a pool of water. It didn't feel a thing. Harry was laying down, his face covered in blood after enjoying his kill, when he heard a stick snap.
"Merlin's beard... you're a vampire?" Draco Malfoy asked him, shock evident in his voice.