Bit number ? Silly me I stopped counting. (Author's notes at end, as if you care)
Harry wandered the stone halls after escaping the feline. The moving staircases were of particular interest because they seemed to like to move away from where a person wanted to be. Which is why he found himself staring at a closed locked door on the third floor. Harry smiled as he remembered something from the sorting, "I must tell you that this year," the headmaster had said, "the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish a very painful death."
Harry knew what that sort of warning meant. There had to be something interesting and probably challenging within. Pulling some lock-picks from his rat tail he said a quiet thank you to Genma for teaching both he and Ranma this particular skill. Seconds later, a quiet clank told Harry that the door was now open. He slipped the picks back into his hair before sneaking into the room.
The moment he entered he knew he was right, and he hit training pay-dirt.' For standing, or rather laying, in front of him was one of the largest dogs he had seen. Not to mention it had three heads. It was snoring, and Harry could see spiked collars on all the three necks.
"Hey, Puppy" he called to the dog. "Time to wake up and play."
Two of the three heads snorted but seemed to ignore him, while the third growled. Then barked insistently enough to wake the other two heads. The one head lunged but because the other two were groggy, it was a clumsy lunge and easily dodged by the petite Harry. Minutes passed with the dog lunging and Harry dodging. As the time flew by, a carefree smile grew on Harry's face. More time passed and as he got more tired from the speeds he was keeping, the dog's swipes came closer and closer. Luckily the dog was tiring too, and only got one successful swipe of Harry's upper arm before the boy backed out of the dogs range.
The hallway was crowded when Harry exited the room. Luckily no one noticed his exit of that particular door as the students were mobbing the Great hall. Must have been lunch time. Harry's smile followed him all the way down and he was going to polish off quite a quantity of food.
Just after sitting down, someone came by and slapped Harry's arm. His eyes crossed and he gave a small groan but otherwise didn't acknowledge the injury.
"Hey Harry," it was one of the Weasley twins. "We heard about what you said to Snape today" the other one chimed in. "It had to be classic." Back to the first, "Wish we could have seen the greasy git's face." They both said in unison.
They looked like they were going to continue when a stern voice interrupted.
"Harry, Ms. Granger, The headmaster wants to see the both of you." Professor McGonagall glared at the twins before in a more commanding tone said, "Now!." Harry looked over at Hermione, whom seemed to be near tears at the pronouncement, before standing up and waited for Professor McGonagall to lead the way.
The walk through the corridors to the stone Gargoyle was quiet. Hermione was walking stiff backed while Harry slinked behind the two. When they arrived, Professor McGonagall leaned in and whispered something to the gargoyle, it jumped to the side revealing a moving staircase.
McGonagall ushered the two eleven year olds up the stairs and knocked on the door at the top. There was a quick jovial "Come in." To which McGonagall opened the door and motioned the children inside. Harry was almost overwhelmed by the intense feeling of power coming from the room.
"Ahh, Harry, Hermione, please take a seat." Albus Dumbledore's eyes twinkled while he motioned to two plush chairs. Hermione was the first to move. She stiffly moved into the chair on the left and sat down. Harry followed her example, but instead of sitting at attention, he instilled the belief that he didn't have a solid bone in his body by sprawling all over the chair and looked rather like a limp kitten.
"Thank you Minerva, you can go." Albus said, and as the door thunked quietly he turned his attention to the two figures in the chairs. "I'm sure you're wondering why I called you two to my office." Hermione looked like she was going to say something when Albus cut her off. "I assure you that it's not because you are in trouble." He gave Hermione a grand fatherly smile. "Hermione, all of your teachers have said that you are the brightest student in your year and that is why I'm going to ask you to tutor Harry in English."
The tension in Hermione's posture drained and the distress in her eyes turned to pride at the compliment. Harry started to scowl, what was with this man, deciding his life for him? He almost said something before realizing that on his honor, he would have to do what this man wishes. The mad did "Hire" him of sorts. Maybe it would be good to learn English, he'd take it if he was in school anyway.
"Of course sir, it won't be a problem."
Hermione was graced with another smile and dismissed. Harry was getting up to follow her when Professor Dumbledore said, "Harry, please stay, I need to discuss something else with you." Harry flopped back into the chair. His visible green eye half lidded as he waited for the other to speak.
"Harry," Albus paused as if deep in thought, "It has come to my attention that you were disrespectful to Professor Snape before walking out of his class today." His eyes developed a hard glimmer. "Would you care to explain why?"
Harry didn't change position, in fact it seemed that whatever bones the boy had melted as his body seemed to splay even more on the chair. To any observer it looked like arms of the chair was the only thing keeping him from oozing onto the floor. His visible eye held a hard edge for a fraction of a second.
"I only gave him the respect he gave me."
"What do you mean by that." The headmaster's eyes softened.
"The man refused to acknowledge my name, and instead choose one of his own liking." Harry sat up strait far faster than should have been possible from that boneless sprawl. "I have struggled for the Honor to be a Saotome, and I'm not very happy when someone refuses to acknowledge it."
"But Harry, you were born a Potter."
Harry glared at the old man. "I am NOT a Potter." Harry spit out the name. "On the train here, a boy told me of this Harry Potter, a boy with a lightning shaped scar on his head." Harry stood and stalked up to the desk. He lifted the hair from the scarred half of his face, revealing the patchwork of scars and halfway stuck eye. "Does it Look like there's a scar in that shape on my forehead?"
Albus sat back, shock swept across his eyes. He covered it quickly, but Harry had noticed and put his hair back.
"How did you get those scars?" The man had managed to put that twinkle back into his eye, but it didn't hold as much mirth as it once did.
"What's past is past and it's none of your business. If you'll excuse me." Harry turned and left the office without conformation from the Headmaster.
AN:: Woo hoo, I' got me reviews ( : anywhoo, to answer a question, Yamada is a common last name, and that's why I chose it, if you want a translation the best I can give is that it's written with the characters that are for mountain and rice paddy. Harry chose a common name because Snape wasn't using an insulting last name, just one that one Harry feels isn't his. Answer two, well I use the book for guidelines, but it can't follow the book exactly, I just can't see this Harry playing Quiddich or some of the other things the cannon Harry does. And yes, I know it's been more than a month, but see how well you do when you're in an accident and taking five three and four hundred level science and math courses so nyah.
Harry wandered the stone halls after escaping the feline. The moving staircases were of particular interest because they seemed to like to move away from where a person wanted to be. Which is why he found himself staring at a closed locked door on the third floor. Harry smiled as he remembered something from the sorting, "I must tell you that this year," the headmaster had said, "the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish a very painful death."
Harry knew what that sort of warning meant. There had to be something interesting and probably challenging within. Pulling some lock-picks from his rat tail he said a quiet thank you to Genma for teaching both he and Ranma this particular skill. Seconds later, a quiet clank told Harry that the door was now open. He slipped the picks back into his hair before sneaking into the room.
The moment he entered he knew he was right, and he hit training pay-dirt.' For standing, or rather laying, in front of him was one of the largest dogs he had seen. Not to mention it had three heads. It was snoring, and Harry could see spiked collars on all the three necks.
"Hey, Puppy" he called to the dog. "Time to wake up and play."
Two of the three heads snorted but seemed to ignore him, while the third growled. Then barked insistently enough to wake the other two heads. The one head lunged but because the other two were groggy, it was a clumsy lunge and easily dodged by the petite Harry. Minutes passed with the dog lunging and Harry dodging. As the time flew by, a carefree smile grew on Harry's face. More time passed and as he got more tired from the speeds he was keeping, the dog's swipes came closer and closer. Luckily the dog was tiring too, and only got one successful swipe of Harry's upper arm before the boy backed out of the dogs range.
The hallway was crowded when Harry exited the room. Luckily no one noticed his exit of that particular door as the students were mobbing the Great hall. Must have been lunch time. Harry's smile followed him all the way down and he was going to polish off quite a quantity of food.
Just after sitting down, someone came by and slapped Harry's arm. His eyes crossed and he gave a small groan but otherwise didn't acknowledge the injury.
"Hey Harry," it was one of the Weasley twins. "We heard about what you said to Snape today" the other one chimed in. "It had to be classic." Back to the first, "Wish we could have seen the greasy git's face." They both said in unison.
They looked like they were going to continue when a stern voice interrupted.
"Harry, Ms. Granger, The headmaster wants to see the both of you." Professor McGonagall glared at the twins before in a more commanding tone said, "Now!." Harry looked over at Hermione, whom seemed to be near tears at the pronouncement, before standing up and waited for Professor McGonagall to lead the way.
The walk through the corridors to the stone Gargoyle was quiet. Hermione was walking stiff backed while Harry slinked behind the two. When they arrived, Professor McGonagall leaned in and whispered something to the gargoyle, it jumped to the side revealing a moving staircase.
McGonagall ushered the two eleven year olds up the stairs and knocked on the door at the top. There was a quick jovial "Come in." To which McGonagall opened the door and motioned the children inside. Harry was almost overwhelmed by the intense feeling of power coming from the room.
"Ahh, Harry, Hermione, please take a seat." Albus Dumbledore's eyes twinkled while he motioned to two plush chairs. Hermione was the first to move. She stiffly moved into the chair on the left and sat down. Harry followed her example, but instead of sitting at attention, he instilled the belief that he didn't have a solid bone in his body by sprawling all over the chair and looked rather like a limp kitten.
"Thank you Minerva, you can go." Albus said, and as the door thunked quietly he turned his attention to the two figures in the chairs. "I'm sure you're wondering why I called you two to my office." Hermione looked like she was going to say something when Albus cut her off. "I assure you that it's not because you are in trouble." He gave Hermione a grand fatherly smile. "Hermione, all of your teachers have said that you are the brightest student in your year and that is why I'm going to ask you to tutor Harry in English."
The tension in Hermione's posture drained and the distress in her eyes turned to pride at the compliment. Harry started to scowl, what was with this man, deciding his life for him? He almost said something before realizing that on his honor, he would have to do what this man wishes. The mad did "Hire" him of sorts. Maybe it would be good to learn English, he'd take it if he was in school anyway.
"Of course sir, it won't be a problem."
Hermione was graced with another smile and dismissed. Harry was getting up to follow her when Professor Dumbledore said, "Harry, please stay, I need to discuss something else with you." Harry flopped back into the chair. His visible green eye half lidded as he waited for the other to speak.
"Harry," Albus paused as if deep in thought, "It has come to my attention that you were disrespectful to Professor Snape before walking out of his class today." His eyes developed a hard glimmer. "Would you care to explain why?"
Harry didn't change position, in fact it seemed that whatever bones the boy had melted as his body seemed to splay even more on the chair. To any observer it looked like arms of the chair was the only thing keeping him from oozing onto the floor. His visible eye held a hard edge for a fraction of a second.
"I only gave him the respect he gave me."
"What do you mean by that." The headmaster's eyes softened.
"The man refused to acknowledge my name, and instead choose one of his own liking." Harry sat up strait far faster than should have been possible from that boneless sprawl. "I have struggled for the Honor to be a Saotome, and I'm not very happy when someone refuses to acknowledge it."
"But Harry, you were born a Potter."
Harry glared at the old man. "I am NOT a Potter." Harry spit out the name. "On the train here, a boy told me of this Harry Potter, a boy with a lightning shaped scar on his head." Harry stood and stalked up to the desk. He lifted the hair from the scarred half of his face, revealing the patchwork of scars and halfway stuck eye. "Does it Look like there's a scar in that shape on my forehead?"
Albus sat back, shock swept across his eyes. He covered it quickly, but Harry had noticed and put his hair back.
"How did you get those scars?" The man had managed to put that twinkle back into his eye, but it didn't hold as much mirth as it once did.
"What's past is past and it's none of your business. If you'll excuse me." Harry turned and left the office without conformation from the Headmaster.
AN:: Woo hoo, I' got me reviews ( : anywhoo, to answer a question, Yamada is a common last name, and that's why I chose it, if you want a translation the best I can give is that it's written with the characters that are for mountain and rice paddy. Harry chose a common name because Snape wasn't using an insulting last name, just one that one Harry feels isn't his. Answer two, well I use the book for guidelines, but it can't follow the book exactly, I just can't see this Harry playing Quiddich or some of the other things the cannon Harry does. And yes, I know it's been more than a month, but see how well you do when you're in an accident and taking five three and four hundred level science and math courses so nyah.