After the feast, Percy lead the first years up the Grand Staircase to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Gryffindor's keep up! Quickly now come on. And keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change."

By the time they had reached the seventh floor, an invisible force came pushed all the first years.

"Oh no. Peeves the Potrigust." Said Percy. "Show yourself Peeves!"

And then, a ghostly jester had shown up in front of them.

"Ohh. Icky firstlys. What fun."

The jester flew to the first years and they all ducked from his attack.

"Go away Peeves or I'll call the barron! I mean it!"

Peeves just stuck out his tong before leaving.

"You'll want to watch out for Peeves. Dumbledore and the Bloody Barron from the Slytherin house are the only ones who can control him. He won't even listen to us prefects."

By then, Percy had lead the first years to a portrait of a fat woman in a pink dress.

"Password."

"Pig Snout."

The lady agreed and let the first years and Percy in.

"Welcome to Gryffindor Tower. The boys dormitory is up this staircase to your left. Girls is the same on your right. You'll find that all your belingings have already been brought up. The lowest room is for first years. Breakfast begins at 7:00. Now off to bed and good night."


(The next morning)

"Did you see his scar?"

"Isn't he hansom?"

"Look at that cat and mouse with him."

Harry just ignored the whispers around him at breakfast. Did he like being famous? Did he admire the atraction? No. He hated being famous for doing something he doesn't even remember.

Of course, Harry did find some besides Hagrid who saw him for who he really is and not just the boy who lived. Ginny didn't see him for who he is as first. But after they met at Kings Cross, she began to think of him, not as the boy who lived, but the real him.

And there was her friend Luna. She didn't care about the whole boy who lived thing and respected him for who he is. Plus, they have a thing in common. Both of them had lost their mothers. Except Harry's was murdered by Voldemort.

Then came Neville. He was a shy boy but got to know Harry very well. He explained to him that he also lost his parents to Voldemort. They were put under a curse that put them in a deep sleep and were sent to St. Margos. The wizarding hospital.

Of course, Harry reallized that Tom and Jerry also had no idea about the wizarding world until Hagrid gave him his letter. So the whole Boy Who Lived thing didn't matter to them.

By then, Ginny and Neville and Luna had arrived to join him. Just in time too because McGonagall was passing out the time tables.

"I'm sorry." Came Ron's voice.

"Sorry for what?" Ginny asked him as her brother sat across from her.

"I was a complete jurk at the feast. I didn't think of how quickly you and Harry would become friends after he bumped into you at Kings Cross. I was just worried about what would happen if he hurts you."

"You're my brother. It's your job to worry about me."

"Don't push it." Ron said smiling.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted as she aprotched them.

"Yeah. Listen to your girl friend." Tom said to him.

"Thomas!" Harry shouted.

"Uh, I don't think he ment anything mean by that." Said Hermione.

"Well well well." Came the voice of Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin table. "Who would have expected for a Weasley to step even lower than he always he is?"

Unknown to him, Jerry had replaced his fork with a mouse trap. The moment Malfoy began to reach for it,

SNAP!

"YOUCH!" He shouted in pain. "Potter you fool! You plained this?!"

Harry turned over to Jerry who was smiling nerviusly.

"If you two keep this up I could get expelled."

"I had to do something about him." Said Jerry.

Harry sighed. "Come on. We've got Transefiguation fist thing."

The moment Harry had his back turned however, Tom started to chase Jerry again.


To say, McGonagall was surprised to find Harry and his friends early in class and yet they were all copying down notes. Perhaps Harry was more like his mother than of his father.

By then, the class had filled up. Once the class was ready, McGonagall spoke in a very strict tone.

"Transefiguation is some of the most complaxe and dangerous magic you will learn here at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

She turned her desk into a pig and then back again. Most of the class was excited to do that. But dropped down when they found out that they had to start with basics. After taking notes, each of them was given a match stick to turn into a needle. By the end of the lesson, Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Neville surprizenly even with his fathers wand, had managed to turn their match into a needle.

After class, Neville told Harry that his gran told him to use his fathers wand. Harry believed it was her old age that made her forget what Mr. Olivander said about wands.

"Mr. Olivander said it's the wand that chooses the wizard. You won't have good use of magic if you use your fathers wand."

Before Neville could respone, many students saw knocked over siuts of armer. Making Harry asume that Tom and Jerry were at it again.

"Why do I keep turning my back on those two?" He asked himself.


Then came History of Magic with Professor Binns. The only ghost teacher. He slept in fornt of the fire place in the staff room and his body had burned down. Of course, he knew that was dead.

Too bad for Harry, Binns lesson was really boring. Making all the students fall asleep. And no matter how hard Harry fought to stay awake, he found himself getting drowzy and clapsed onto his desk sleeping.

Then came Potions with Professor Snape. Like McGonagall, he was very strict.

"You are here today to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making. As there will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class, many of you will find it hard to believe this is magic. As such, I don't expect you to fully understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its simmering 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're not as big a bunch of dunderheads I useually teach."

Until he saw Harry. He wasn't paying attantion to Professor Snape and more focused on cleaning out his cauldron.

"Then again. Maybe some of have come to Hogwarts in presition of abillities so for mitible that cunfitble enough, to not pay attention!"

The moment Harry heard him, he turned to him.

"Aw. Harry Potter. Our new clebrity." He said to him. "That wouldn't be a solid gold cauldron you're using right?"

"It is." Said Harry.

"Hmm. Then you tell me. What do you get with a added a powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"A powerful sleeping potion called Draught of the Living Death." Harry answered.

Of course, Snape was pleased.

"Hmm. And where would you look for a bezoar?"

"It's a stone you'll find in the stomach of a goat and it'll save you from many poisons."

"Right. And what is the differents between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"They're the same plant and also go by the name aconite."

"Yes. You remind me of your mother. Quite a brillient witch of her age. Too bad your father won her heart before I did. But I suposse we all can't be winners can we?"

Malfoy looked at Harry in anger. And then back at Professor Snape. No. It can't be true.

'It can't.' He thought. 'He's our head of house. And he was in love with a mudblood?'

"Don't think I can't read your mind Mr. Malfoy." Severus said to him. "My Legilimency is just as powerful as Professor Dumbledore's."

Malfoy turned back to Harry.

"Wait until my father hears about this." He said.

"Another thing Harry. You may want to keep close watch on your cat and mouse. They just ran here and messed up my storeroom last pirreod."

"Yes sir." Said Harry.

By then the lesson had started. The class was to brew the cure for boils. However, Malfoy turned to Neville and Luna. Quickly, he grabbed some of his porculpine quills and was about to toss them into Neville's cauldron.

"MR. MALFOY!" Severus shouted.

Though Malfoy shutered, he still dropped the quills into Neville's cauldron. Making it pop and expload and the potion fell and covered the whole floor. The class jumped their feet onto the bars on their stools to avoid contect. But Neville had been exposed to the potion as angry red boils covered his body.

"Thought you can make Mr. Longbottom a fool did you? That's 10 points form Slytheirn for sabitoshing a students potion. Ms. Lovegood. Will you escort Mr. Longbottom to Madam Pomfery?"

"Yes sir." Luna said as she took Neville's arm and walked to the hospital wing.

By the end of the lesson, Harry and Ginny had gotten an Outstanding.


See? Ron made up from what he did in the feast. And Snape is on Harry's side because of him being a Know It All like he was expecting. He was a better person in the movies.