Chapter 4: 1st week of school

Monday Morning

Nathan woke up as Zeus nuzzled its beak against his hair. He turned to see Neville and Dean getting dressed and proceeded to do the same. Switching from his night clothes to his school robes, now with red highlights and a Gryffindor emblem on the upper left chest area of the robe.

He then tried to wake up Ron and Seamus. "Come on guys, wake up."

"Mmm, five more minutes," Ron and Seamus moaned. Nathan eventually gave up after another minute of trying.

Nathan picked up his schedule along with the required books and headed downstairs.

"Morning, Hermione," he said with a smile. The brunette turned and waved hi with a smile.

"Where's Seamus and Ron?" she asked.

"I tried but they don't want to wake up." Nathan shrugged.

"Well, I'm sure they'll wake up before class starts. Come on, we've got plenty of time to study before hand," the brunette said as she led Nathan to the Great Hall.

Great Hall

Nathan and Hermione sat down side by side as they looked over their schedule while they ate breakfast, as did most of the students in the Great Hall.

"Let's see, Transfiguration first with Professor McGonagall, then Potions with Professor Snape," Nathan said as he pulled out his books along with Hermione. The two read the contents and took notes in a leather strapped notebook.

Not that Nathan needed to, thanks to Voldemorts memories, but he had to keep up the act, at least until 2nd or 3rd year. That damn hat had already blabbed to the whole school that he knew Occlumency, something that not just any wizard can learn. He feared that the Unspeakable would come for him, strap him to a chair and Legilimens him until he finally caved if he gave them reason to. He needed to keep his head low and hide what he really knew though he would have to explain himself to Hermione. Luckily, he did have a backup plan for such an occasion.

Nathan grabbed some eggs, toast, and bacon as he continued to read the contents of the first few chapters of both books.

Nathan and Hermione continued for several more minutes until it was time for them to head for their first class.

Transfiguration Class

Nathan sat next Hermione as the class settled down. The instructor, McGonagall made her appearance.

"Good morning class and welcome to Transfiguration class. My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall and I'll be your Transfiguration teacher for your following years here at Hogwarts" she said as the students looked amongst each other.

McGonagall soon gave her rundown of the class information before starting. Transfiguration was split into five courses. Transformation, Switching, Vanishment, Conjuration, and Untransfiguration. As first-years and therefore, newbies, they start with Transformation.

As instructed the class brought out their books and began to read and take notes on the lecture. Nathan jotted down notes on everything to keep up his act. Transfiguration was pretty complex, even for a beginner, which Voldemort's memories confirmed, it would be best to have notes.

After giving them some time to read through the book, McGonagall began to explain Transformation by showing them an Animagus transformation. Nathan watched in awe as their instructor morphed into a tabby cat and sat on her desk in said form. The black-haired young man returned to his page and continued with his notes. He also made some side notes to start working on transforming into his Animagus form. The Animagus form was something Voldemort unfortunately had no knowledge of, so this would be a great challenge for him, one that he looked forward to. His thoughts were interrupted when the doors opened. Nathan and Hermione turned to see Seamus and Ron walking in looking around for the teacher.

Ron let out a sigh in relief, "Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" he asked Seamus.

Just as the words left his lips, McGonagall jumped off her desk and morphed back into her human form, leaving the two wizards gobsmacked.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron complimented.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Finnigan and yourself into a pocket watch, at least then one of you might be on time" she retorted.

"We're sorry ma'am. We got lost," Seamus explained and the elder witch shook her head.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats" she said. The boys nodded and looked for an open seat.

The class continued with its lecture, and Seamus and Ron found two seats behind Nathan and Hermione, "Hey, Nate. Why didn't you wake us up?" Ron asked.

"I tried, but you two wouldn't wake up." Nathan said.

"Don't worry about it, though. I wrote the notes down. I'll let you borrow them. And we're on page ten" Nathan whispered, the two boys nodded and turned to the page. McGonagall began to explain the concepts of the Animagus spell. Nathan was very eager to find out what his was.

Towards the end of the class, McGonagall gave the assignment to turn a match into a needle and perform it during class. Nathan and Hermione were the only ones who got it down within the few minutes before class ended, earning Gryffindor 10 points.

Potions Class

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder there than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Granted, Nathan thought it was nothing compared to one of Orochimaru's labs. This potions classroom did not even compare to the twisted experiments that freak had on hand. Nathan sat next to Hermione.

Snape frowned at his class as he walked in with his cloak in a flourish, "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making" he said, looking around at his students.

"However, for those select few…" he says while looking at Draco, who smiled at him, "…Who possess the predisposition. I can teach you how to how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

The class look amongst each other, whispering could be heard here and there. Snape notices Nathan writing stuff down in his notebook, keeping up his act. Which in Snape's view, is not paying attention. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not… pay… attention" he said.

Nathan stops writing and looks up. He turned to Snape and Snape said, "Mr. Potter, our… new… celebrity. Tell me, what I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" he asks.

Hermione's hand skyrockets, while Nathan answers, "A sleeping potion so powerful it earned the name of Draught of Living Death."

"And where Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a Bezoar?" Snape asked.

"A Bezoar is taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons," Nathan replied.

Snape continued on in his quest to humiliate Nathaniel, "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"There is no difference. They are the same plant, and also go by a third name. Aconite." Nathan answered. He was starting to get a bit annoyed at why this dick was singling him out.

"What is the Wiggenweld Potion and it's uses?" Snape asked him with an edge in his voice, trying some of the 6th year stuff.

"The Wiggenweld Potion is a healing potion with the power to awaken a person from a magically-induced sleep, which gives it the ability to reverse the effects of potions like the Sleeping Draught and the Draught of Living Death." Nathan answered.

"And why do Ashwinder Eggs need to be frozen to be used in potions?" Snape snarled as he really was getting desperate to trip up the Potter Scion and embarrass him.

"An Ashwinder's eggs are extremely hot and flammable, and, if not frozen in time, will light the surrounding area on fire." Nathan answered with an annoyed look.

"Describe for me Amortentia's effects." Snape snarled.

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It has a different aroma for everyone who smells it, reminding each person of the things that they find most attractive. The effects of the potion on a person are described to be near instantaneous; with the drinker being pale and sickly and becoming obsessed with the object of their affections, speaking of them as though "hit by a ray of purest sunlight" and becoming excited or dangerously unstable towards others. Amortentia doesn't create actual love, as such a feeling is impossible to manufacture or imitate. It creates a powerful obsession/infatuation to whoever the potion is keyed to. Though, it has to be administered constantly, otherwise the effects will wear off." Nathan answered longwindedly.

"And who created Felix Felicis?" Snape asked. Nathan shrugged as he did know what it was but didn't know who had created the potion. Voldemort apparently never bothered to learn it.

"Why are you asking him all these questions? Aren't you supposed to be teaching this to us, you greasy git?" asked one of the Gryffindors in the back.

"10 points from Gryfindor for your cheek, Mr. Weasley, and detention with me tonight." Snape snapped before turning back to Nathan, "As for you, Mr. Potter, Felix Felicis was created by Zygmunt Budge in 1532 and was deemed as his greatest creation of his career."

Snape then turned to everyone else and snarked, "Well, why aren't you all writing this down?"

As they began writing all that down, Hermione asked him, "Hey, how did you know all that? Those last few questions were all 6th year stuff."

"I may have skimmed through the Potions book when I got it. It briefly mentions the last few question's in the back." Nathan said, as it was true. Those descriptions were in the back of the book but not much besides that.

"Everyone, join with a partner and wait at a station until further instruction" Snape said after he saw everyone was finished writing. Nathan nudged Hermione who smiled and nodded as they headed towards their station, as the other students did the same.

"For today's lab, you will be brewing one sample of a Cure for Boils potion. You and your partner are to be finished with an acceptable cure by the end of the class for a passing grade. You will find the ingredients in the cupboards and drawers by your stations, the recipe is in your book on page eighteen. Begin." he said as the students began their work.

Nathan filled the cauldron with water as Hermione lit the fire on the bunsen burner. The two then turned to page eighteen. "Okay so we'll be needing six snake fangs, four horned slugs, and 2 porcupine quills, and some dried Nettles," Nathan said as he looked in the drawer and brought out the ingredients.

Both of them each began to crush three snake fangs into fine powder with a pestle. "So Nathan," Hermione said getting her friend's attention, "Tell me about yourself". The black-haired young man shrugged.

"Not much to tell, I'm afraid. Everyone knows my story. My parents and younger twin were murdered by a madman who thought himself a Dark Lord and I was orphaned. I didn't even learn I was a wizard until the day we met," he explained, surprising the brunette. She was surprised that, like herself, Nathan had discovered his wizarding abilities a tad late.

"At the orphanage I stayed at…well it wasn't the greatest. Sure, the other kids didn't bully me after I started having bouts of accidental magic, but they wanted nothing to do with me afterwards, so I was kind of a loner and the only people I even talked to were the older staff members," he said and Hermione was saddened by this. It seemed many muggles considered wizards as freaks.

"I did find out that I had muggle relative when I was eight. An aunt on my mothers side. I sought her out, if only to know if I had a home with them."

"I take it that you didn't?" Hermione asked.

"Something like that," Nathan said as he remembered the event clearly.

Flashback

Nathan and the orphanage staff member who was with him pulled up to the Dursleys at #4 Privet Drive.

Nathan walked up to the door and rang the bell. A fat man and thin lady answered.

"Yes, what is it?" The fat man said rudely.

"Hi," Nathan said, "Are you Vernon and Petunia Dursley?

"Whose asking?" Petunia asked.

"Well, apparently you're my aunt on my mothers side, and I wanted to find you." Nathan said.

"Pet, isn't the boy that we gave away…" Vernon trailed off and Petunia nodded.

All of a sudden, Vernon flew into a rage. "GET LOST!" He shouted to Nathan as he pushed him down, causing him to hit the pavement and the orphanage worker who had drove him there rushed to his aid. "WE DON'T WANT YOU FREAKS AROUND US NORMAL FOLK! DON'T EVER COME BACK!"

With the he slammed the door in Nathan face and Nathan and the orphanage worker made their way back to the car.

Flashback end

Hermione gasped. "How could they do that?" she asked.

Nathan shrugged "It's simple. They were magic hating muggles that knew about magic."

Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry Nathan… you've got me. And Ron, I guess. You're my best friend," she says with a sad smile.

Nathan stares at her before smiling and saying sincerely, "Thank you, Hermione."

After crushing the fangs into fine powder, Hermione took out a measuring cup and added in the four measures of crushed fangs into the now heated and slightly boiling water.

Nathan read the instruction and raised the temperature to 250 for ten seconds.

"Next step. Wave the wand once," He read. Hermione lowered the temperature. Nathan brought out his wand and in a in a swift motion, a light violet gleam waved through the now boiling water.

"Okay so we leave it sit for 33 to 45 minutes" he said, while flipping an hourglass.

"I think it's coming along nicely" Hermione stated as she looked into the boiling pink liquid. Nathan nodded in agreement.

"Let's stew those horned slugs while we wait." Nathan suggested and they got started on that.

Unlike with those two, things were not going as well for the rest of the Gryffindors. Snape swept around the room in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except the Slytherins and praised Malfoy, whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.

Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Nathan and Hermione, who had been working two groups from Neville.

"You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's five points you've lost for Gryffindor."

It was so blatantly unfair that Hermione looked like she would try to argue, but Nathan clasped her shoulder, getting her attention.

"Don't," he muttered, "Something tells me that he'll do it, regardless of our own innocence. He seems to hate me for some reason. Arguing with him is pointless, so lets just focus on the potion."

Nathan and Hermione looked at their books. "We're supposed to remove the cauldron. The book does not mention that." Nathan said.

"Better make a quick note on that," Hermione said as she jotted down on her notebook.

Forty minutes later, the stewed slugs were ready and they added the slugs turning the liquid from pink to turquoise. They turn off the bunsen burner and carefully remove the cauldron from the heated stand. Hermione backed away carefully as she let them fall into the potion.

Nathan and Hermione slowly moved back to the cauldron to see it turn into a more clear color.

"Okay stir clockwise five times and wave your wand" he spoke as he stirred five times and moved and moved out of the way as Hermione brought out her wand and waved it. A small smoke cloud arose from the cauldron before it cleared leaving only the steaming hot potion. "I believe that's it" he said and Hermione nodded.

"Professor Snape," Hermione called out.

The instructor walked over to the two. "What is it, Ms. Granger?" he snarled.

"I believe we are finished with our potion" she responded, Snape took a vial and examined the liquid.

A few minutes later, "It is… acceptable," he said slowly, as if pissed him off that the son of his childhood tormentor could make a good potion. "For being the first to complete… five points…to Gryffindor". The way he said it made it seem as if it pained him to award points to anyone but Slytherin.

Minutes later, the remaining students began to complete their potions, "For tonight's assignment, you are to single handedly brew one Infusion of Wormwood." He said before the students exited the class room.

Lunch

Nathan had been disappointed with Defense against the Dark Arts. Damn Quirell seemed like a stuttering fool that was afraid of his own shadow. The class had learned several charms including Lumos, Nox, Periculum, and Verdillous.

Lumos was a simple charm that not only illuminated the wand tip, but could repel spectral foes such as Gytrashes and malevolent spirits. Nox cancelled the charm. Periculum was a charm that worked as a flare, shooting red sparks into the air that appeared like fire-works., sort of like a rescue flare. Verdillious is a charm that shoots green sparks from the wand. Nathan and Hermione performed Vermillous, which is basically a more advanced version of Verdillous and shot red sparks, during class, which earned them 10 points for Gryffindor and regained some of the points Snape unfairly took away.

Ron sat across from them and copied the notes off Nathan's notebook, as Seamus had already finished. Hermione and Nathan were working on turning the matchstick into a needle while simultaneously changing the metal of the needle.

Minutes later, the wizards stopped for a break as they grabbed some food from the table. Nathan noticed Seamus pointing his wand at a cup.

"Eye of rabbit, harp of string hum, turn this water, into rum-"the boy said as he looked at his drink before shaking his head, "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum-"he continued.

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Nathan asked.

"Turn it into rum. He actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before…" Ron said.

BOOM!

They turned to Seamus as the cup exploded in his face, comically singeing his hair and covering his face with soot. Some of the students laughing at him as he coughed up smoke.

The three shake their heads and continued to what they were doing. A little bit later, a flock of owls start to glide into the hall through the rafters.

"Ah, mail's here," Ron said, as the owls began to drop mail to the students.

Nathan notices the newspaper that Ron puts to the side, "Can I borrow this?" Nathan asks. Ron nods.

"Thanks" he said as he starts reading the daily news. Neville, healed from his boils, unwrapped a gift. It was a crystal clear ball with gold ring around it.

"Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Dean point out.

"I've heard about those. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something" Hermione explains, and just as she did the smoke went from white to red.

"Only problem is… I can't remember what I've forgotten" Neville said before he attempted to remember what it was exactly that he forgot.

"Hey guys, somebody broke into Gringotts", Nathan said.

Hermione, and Ron gathered around the lightning scared wizard. "Listen to this. Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts Goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insists that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713 had in fact been emptied earlier that same day" Nathan spoke out loud.

"713? How odd. That's the vault that me and Hagrid went to." Nathan pondered out loud. He was also thinking, 'Something is definitely going on here. Only a few hours after I threatened to have Hagrid skewered, the vault with the vaguely important small package is broken into? I smell a plot and I'm in the middle of it.'

The three looked amongst each other before they continued to read the article.

History of Magic Class

Nathan sat in the class room taking notes of the lecture. The instructor of the class was a ghost named Cuthbert Binns. What made Nathan chuckle was that the ghost had failed to notice he was dead. According to Hogwarts folklore, 'he simply got up from his chair in the staffing room one morning and left his body behind'. Talk about dedication. Though he had heard rumors that Binns could put anyone to sleep and talked too much about the giant and goblin wars while ignoring more important topics. He hoped they were wrong, otherwise, he would have to do something about that later.

Flying Class

The students of Gryffindor and Slytherin lined up in two rows with brooms by their side on the ground. A woman with short spiky hair and hawk yellow eyes walks down the line. She was Madam Hooch.

"Good Afternoon, class" she said.

"Good Afternoon, Madam Hooch" the class responded.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of your broomstick" she ordered and the students did as instructed.

"Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!" she instructed.

"Up!" the class repeated. Nathan's broom shoots up to his hand on his first try. Hermione stares at her best friend for a moment before she continued. Several students were still trying as their brooms barely levitate off the ground. "Up!" Draco spoke, as his broom shot into his hand. He smugly grinned at Nathan, even though his smugness was completely unfounded, since it took him four tries to get it.

"UP!" Ron shouts, before his broom shoots up and crashes against his nose. He holds his nose in pain while Nathan chuckled. "Shut up, Nate." he says.

A short time later everyone had their brooms in hand. "Now, I want you to mount your broom and grip it tight. You don't want to be sliding off the end" the flight instructor explained. The class does as it's told.

"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle… 3… 2…" she said before blowing her whistle.

Just as they were about to kick off, Neville immediately lifts off the ground with a scared expression on his face. Nathan and several others from the class looked in shock as the boy floated higher into sky.

"Uh-oh" Neville whimpered.

"Mr. Longbottom," Hooch said with concern.

"Neville what are you doing?" Nathan said.

"I'm not doing anything!" Neville shouted.

"We're not supposed to take off yet" the students continued to say similar things as Neville began to soar through the sky.

"AHHHHH!" the boy cries as he shot off like a bullet.

"Neville!" the students shouted.

"Down! Down! AHHH!" he yelled as his broom smashes itself against a wall several times before flying off elsewhere.

Hooch holds out her wand in attempt to stop the out of control broom. It was then when the broom began to charge forward at the students. Nathan grabbed Hermione and scattered with the rest of the group of students.

Neville screams as he zooms through the open path that was once where the first-years stood. The broom flew up and past a statue of a man holding a sharp spear. Neville's cloak got caught on it and he was pulled off his broom and dangled high above the ground.

"Help!" he pleads before his cloak tears and falls, the students panicked. Nathan could do nothing as he did not yet have a spell that could help Neville. Neville's cloak caught on a torch before he hit the ground but he slipped out of his cloak and fell anyway.

"Everyone out of the way!" the flight instructor said as she rushes over to Neville's fallen self.

"Come on, get up," she says as she helps Neville sit up.

"Is he okay?" a girl asked with concern.

As Neville sat up, he whimpered in pain, "Ow, ow, ow."

"oh dear, it's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come now, up you go," she said as helps the boy up.

Malfoy stares at the boy's injury and snickered before he noticed a certain item on the ground. He reached down and picked up Neville's Remembrall.

Nathan, meanwhile, examined the broom. He could not tell for sure but it seemed like the broom had been hexed.

"Everyone's to keep their feet on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing, understand! If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch" she threatened as she left with Neville, who was apologizing as he did not know what just happened, for the hospital wing.

Draco snickered. "Did you see his face, the fat lump?"

The other Slytherins joined in the cruel laughter.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."

"Look!" said Malfoy, revealing the Remembrall, "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd remember to fall on his fat-" he said before he was interrupted. Someone had taken a broom and slammed against Draco's. Draco fell to his knees, clutching his jaw in pain as he dropped the Remembrall. Only for it to be picked up in front of him. Malfoy looks up, only to see it was Nathan.

"You know," Nathan said, his voice dangerously calm as he walked in front of Malfoy, causally tossing the Remembrall in one hand and holding his broom in the other, "I normally have a lot more patience than this, but I just have this need to put bullies in their proper place. On the ground, begging for mercy." Malfoy reminded him of those assholes that bullied him in his youth in his first life, like Kiba and the other losers that made fun of his dream of being Hokage.

"Potter!" Malfoy shouted in pain, "How dar-" Malfoy was again interrupted when Nathan hit him in the face with end of the broom, breaking his nose. He cried out in pain on the ground in pain as he held his bleeding nose.

"I shouldn't have to remind you of this. You know, considering that you lived in the Wizarding World your whole life and I didn't. Anyway, the Longbottom's are an Ancient and Most Noble House, like the Potter's. Our families were there at the founding of Magical Britain. The Malfoy's, on the other hand, are just a Noble House and have only been in Britain for 140 years. I imagine it wouldn't go down so well for your family if House Longbottom brought you before the Wizengamot with charges of stealing what equates to a family heirloom." Nathan finished his tirade and Malfoy's face turned pasty white in fear. His father would punish him greatly if he was accused of stealing a family heirloom of a Ancient and Most Noble House.

"How do you even know that!? You just said you didn't grow up in the Wizarding World!" Pansy shouted foolishly as she unconsciously tried to break into his mind. She visibly reeled back as she hit the mental wall of stone that was Nathan's Shields.

"I read. You'd be surprised what you can find in the library." Nathan retorted simply while he looked at Malfoy. "I'll be giving this back to Neville later. Don't try it again, Malfoy," Nathan said and turned around walking back the first year group that wasn't in Slytherin, who cheered and congratulated him while Malfoy licked his wounds.

Saturday

5 am

Nathan was walking up on the seventh floor in the left corridor of the Hogwarts castle and has a hidden entrance opposite the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet.

He was looking for the Room of Requirement. Voldemort had the memory of this room where he some tiara of some kind. Nathan did not know what the tiara was but he knew how to find the room.

'I really need a room where I can practice my spells, has practice dummies and where I can't be disturbed. I really need a room where I can practice my spells, has practice dummies and where I can't be disturbed. I really need a room where I can practice my spells, has practice dummies and where I can't be disturbed. I really need a room where I can practice my spells, has practice dummies and where I can't be disturbed. I really need a room where I can practice my spells, has practice dummies and where I can't be disturbed.' He thought desperately to himself.

Suddenly, a wooden door with metal braces appeared. Looking to make sure nobody was following him and seeing nobody, he slipped into the door and closed it, the door disappearing behind him.

Nathan entered into a room lined with glass walls, but also had numerous practice dummies of different material like wood, stone and iron.

"Alright," Nathan said as he took out all his shrunken spell books and returned them to their original size. He turned the page until he found the first one he wanted to practice.

"Diffindo!" Nathan said as he sent the Severing Charm at a wooden dummy. The charm cut a few inches into the dummies chest but not enough to cut it completely in half.

"Diffindo!" Nathan said as he sent the Severing Charm at the same dummy but aimed a few inches lower, and it cut ½ an inch deeper.

Smirking, he continued to practice until he could cut the stone dummy completely in half with a single casting and then practiced the rest of the 1st year charms until he could perfectly cast them. He stayed in the room until 11:30 so he could have lunch and study with Hermione and Ron.

He certainly found the place where he would be spending his Saturday and Sunday Mornings.

Next Monday

With Mcgongall and Wood

"I'm telling ya, Professor McGonagall. House Gryffindor is in real trouble this year." Oliver Wood said.

"In what way, Wood?" Minerva asked in her office.

"Nobody worthwhile wants to try out for the seeker position. We don't have one this year," Oliver said.

Minerva thought for a moment. She did not want Gryffindor to be embarrassed by their Quiditch team not having a seeker. If she couldn't find one that was of age, then perhaps she would need to bend the rules a bit. With Dumbledore's permission, of course.

Later that Night

"Um, Professor, why are we out in the Quiditch field right now?" Nathan asked as he held a broom stick.

"I've been told by Madam Hooch that you are a natural with a broom, yes?" Minerva asked.

"Yeah, she said that I was better some of the 5th year's on the Quidditch teams. Why?" Nathan asked as they entered the Quidditch field and found both Madam Hooch and Professor Dumbledore waiting for them.

"Am I in trouble, Professor?" Nathan asked uncertainly, concerned what the man who was holding onto his bank account key wanted.

"Not all, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Professor McGonagall mentioned Gryffindor's Quidditch situation and I remembered old rule from 500 years ago, which lets a House Quidditch team draw from 1st years if one shows exceptional talent with flying when the teams are not having luck with the older years and up. It was added when 3 of the houses had trouble finding people to fill numerous positions in their team."

"You could say that this is your Quidditch tryout." Madam Hooch said as she opened a trunk and pulled out a small golden ball that had really thin wings.

"Your objective is simple. Catch this little ball," Wood said as he walked up to join the Professors and took it in his hands. It zipped out of his hand and started zipping all over the place, but Nathan was able to follow it.

"Well, off you go," Dumbledore said and Nathan took off on his broom after the snitch.

"Well, madam Hooch. You were right. He is a natural." Minerva said as they watched him closely follow the ball.

"Yes, I was astonished when I saw it in our second class. His maneuvers were so natural that I thought he had flown a broom previously." Madam Hooch said.

"He is certainly a natural seeker. I noticed he could follow the Snitch when it disappeared." Dumbledore mentioned as he watched the Potter Scion closely.

5 minutes later, Nathan caught the snitch and landed near the three professor's and Quidditch Captain.

"I got it," Nathan said, holding the snitch in his hands.

"Well done, Mr. Potter. Well done," Dumbledore congratulated with a certain gleam in his eye that Nathan, even with all his accumulated experience, could not figure out.

"Potter, I didn't introduce you earlier. This is Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team Captain. Wood, we have found you a Seeker!" she proclaims, making the older boy smile.

"What's a Seeker?" Nathan asks, since as far as they were concerned, he knew nothing about Quidditch.

The Next day

After Classes

Nathan and Ron walked through the crowded halls as Sir Nicholas and the Grey Lady floated past them. "Have you heard? Nathaniel Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well" Nick said as they floated around a corner.

"Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in…"Ron stated but was interrupted, "…A century, according to Professor McGonagall" Nathan finished for him.

Fred and George walked up behind Nathan.

"Hey, well done Nathan, Wood's just told us" Fred stated happily.

"Fred and George are on the team too. Their Beaters" Ron said, with Nathan listening in.

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises of course. Rough game, Quidditch" George said.

"Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally,"Fred said as him and George walk off across the courtyard.

"But they usually turn up in a month or two", George shouted back at Nathan.

"Oh, go on Nathan. Quidditch is great, best game there is, and you'll be great too" Ron persuaded.

"But I've never played Quidditch." Nathan said, acting like he was nervous He wasn't of course. Quidditch hardly compared to facing Zabuza Momochi or a disguised Orochimaru, or a Shukaku-possessed Gaara.

Hermione who was working on a bench nearby, jumped up and joined them. "You won't make a fool of yourself, if that's what you're worried about. It's in your blood" she said leading the two boys to a trophy case. She pointed to a plaque of players, one listed Nathan's father, James as a Seeker.

"Whoa Nathan, you never told us your father was a Seeker, too" Ron said in awe.

"I-I didn't know" Nathan stuttered as he looked at the moving photo of his father in his younger days. He remembered then that he did not know much about his parents in this life and resolved to start fixing that.

The three continued walking until they made it to the Grand Staircase. They walked up a staircase before it shudders and begins to move.

"What's happening?" Ron asked as he held onto the railing along with the others.

"The staircases change. Remember?" Hermione stated as the staircase connected to another level.

"Let's go this way" Nathan suggested, not realizing at first that this was the 3rd floor.

"Before the staircase moves again" Ron said.

They all opened a door to a dark room. "Does anyone feel like… we shouldn't be here?" Nathan said, in his act.

"That's because we're not supposed to be here. This is the third floor, it's forbidden" Hermione explains with worry.

Before they could leave, a flame lit itself on a stone support. They looked at the door to see the caretaker's cat Mrs. Norris walk in with a meow.

"It's Filch's cat!" Ron nearly shouted. They would defiantly get expelled if they were found by the caretaker.

"Run!" Nathan shouted, swearing to himself he would kill that damn cat and Filch someday, as the three wizards ran down the hall of the room. As they ran, more flames are lit. They got to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of a door. Nathan grabbed the handle and found it locked.

"It's locked!" he said. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the keyhole. "Alohomora!" he said as a small light shined through the hole and unlocking the door.

"Get in" he said as they rush through.

Closing the door behind them and leaning up against it, Ron turned to Nathan. "Alohomora?" he questioned.

"Standard Book of Spells, chapter seven" Hermione explained, as she also knew the spell.

On the other side of the door, Filch walked into the room. "Anyone here my sweet?" he asked his cat, who only meowed at him.

Filch looked around and saw no one. "Come on", he said leaving the room with his cat.

The three wizards, who had their ears pressed up against the door, listened intently. "Filch is gone," Hermione reassured.

"Probably thinks this door's locked" Ron said.

"It was locked" Hermione said.

"And for good reason, it seems." Nathan stated. Ron and Hermione turn to see what the black-haired Potter was looking at. In front of them was a massive three headed dog who was sleeping. They heard a harp playing within the room before it came to a stop. As it did the dog began to wake up.

"We need to leave. Now." Nathan woke the other two from their stupor and opened the door just as the Cerberus fully awoke.

Nathan closed the door after the other two were through and pointed his wand at the lock. "Colloportus," He said as the door magically locked itself as the dog began to hit it from the other side.

Gryffindor Common Room

The three leaned against the wall and their knees as they tried to catch their breath upon entering the common room undetected.

"What do they think they're doing!? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school" Ron stated, slightly shaken from the experience.

"You didn't see it?" Nathan asked.

"See what?" Ron asked.

"What is was standing on,"Hermione said.

"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit more preoccupied with its head or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!" Ron nearly shouted.

"Guys it was standing on a trap door," Nathan said.

"Meaning it wasn't there on accident. It's guarding something" the brunette witch stated.

"Guarding something?" Ron asked.

"That's right. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed before you two come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled!" she snarked as she walks to her dorm and shuts the door. Although admittedly, her snarkiness was earned as they could have been expelled if Filch had caught them.

"She really needs to sort out her priorities" Ron said

Nathan turned and said to him, "Look who's talking."

'I need to start running and doing Pushups and situps. I don't think I'll be getting my chakra back, unless they have a God Tree here.' He thought to himself as he went up the stairs and headed to bed.

Chapter End

One of the things that I did not like about the movies is that Snapes worst traits are toned down or otherwise eliminated as that potion scene, taken directly from the books, is not in the movies. Snape is a pathetic excuse for a teacher, and while I enjoyed Alan Rickman's performance, he failed to portray those bad traits. People need to remember that Snape was a giant dickhead at least to Harry, if not anybody that wasn't a Slytherin.

Naruto will not be getting his chakra back. Chakra came into existence because Kaguya ate the Fruit from the God Tree, passed the traits onto her sons, before they somehow figured out how to give it to the masses. To summarize, I will not be giving Naruto chakra so please stop asking.

Naruto has found the Room of Requirement so he will be learning spells at a faster rate and getting stronger.

I'm going back to chapter 1 and upping Nathan's age by one year so Nathan is 12 years old like Hermione. That way it won't be too weird when they start dating. When you are that young, age difference means alot.

Also, I know some of you are a bit miffed that I follow the canon closely but this is the 1st year and quite a few things that happen in this year are critical for later plots in the following years. So, quit mentioning it in my review section.