Authors note: Another chapter for you all! :D
I don't own the HP universe.
Thank you for reading :)
Harry shared a dorm with five other boys, Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, Kevin Entwhistle, Stephen Cornfoot and Terry Boot. It was a tight fit with all of them in the dorm and Harry hated it.
"You coming down for breakfast, Harry?" Terry called from halfway down the stairs. "Yes." Harry droned back, though he made no move to even stand up. "Well, I'm waiting!" Terry yelled back.
Harry stood up grumbling, shoving his notebook into his bag and snatching the bag up as he ran out the dorm.
Terry surveyed Harry warily before leading the other boy out of the common room.
After breakfast Harry and Terry headed straight to History of Magic with the Slytherins, which turned out to be the most boring class ever.
Harry didn't care about knowing how Odmand The Old had defeated a dragon with his bad breath or why Jareth The Jolly had survived after having her head ripped off by an angry goblin. So he just drew in the margins of his text book until class ended, much to Terry's disapprovement.
Next was potions with the Hufflepuffs, which, if it was possible, went even worse.
With all the pitying looks the Hufflepuffs gave him and the constant glares and attempts to embarrass him from Professor Snape Harry couldn't focus on his potion nearly as well as he usually would in the past with Remus.
"Potter!" Snape snapped at him.
Harry jumped and looked up quickly.
"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"A-" "Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming here?" "No-" "Clearly fame isn't everything." Snape's lips curled into a sneer. Rage bottled up inside of Harry but he closed his eyes took a deep breath in and out before facing the man's cold black eyes again.
"Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked suddenly. "The-" "Don't you know anything, Potter?" Snape sneered. Harry's anger overflowed and he burst out, "When would I of had time to read!? I didn't even know I was going to be taken to Hogwarts!?" "Ah yes, I understand now, our poor, innocent, hero, kidnapped for so long, doesn't need to study, does he?" "But I wasn't-" "Enough! 10 points from Gry- Ravenclaw. Now get back to your potion." If looks could kill Snape would be six feet under.
Harry ignored his half finished potion and bent down, he snatched his notebook out of his bag and slammed it down on his workbench. He took out a quill and began jotting down ideas,
1. Find Dumbledore and get him to free Sirius and Remus
2.
Harry put down his quill, staring at the second line. How was he going to free his godfather and uncle? He was eleven years old not some hero and Dumbledore was the one who captured them, he wouldn't help.
"5 points from Ravenclaw for ignoring my instructions, Potter."
Harry looked up at the professor and an idea struck him. For the first time he stared unblinkingly back into the man's eyes, who, to Harry's relief, faltered slightly. "Another 3 points for ignoring me again, see me straight after class so I can inform you on when your detention will be."
Harry nodded and quickly scribbled something down in his notebook before snapping it shut.
2. Get help from Snape
