I do not own Harry Potter, this is fanfiction only.
Harry walked over to his transfiguration class and saw a cat sitting there. He walked over to it and looked at the cat with a smile. "Good morning, Professor McGonagall. I guess I should bring a catnip instead of an apple. Sorry if this is not your preference." The cat glared at him and looked at his seat.
"Alright, alright I can take a hint. You don't have to worry I will just read a book and not tell the others of your little surprise. " Harry walked over and while sitting down he did open a book but it was not a class textbook it was a biography on the Prevell family line. She looked at him with an almost curious look on her face.
" Yes you can borrow this book later, it is quite interesting to read." He kept on reading and enduring the stare that his professor was giving him. He was reading when the first Gryffindors arrived and started making suggestions about kicking the cat out of the room before their teacher got to the room.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. This cat is rather nice, how would you like to be kicked out of the room you were in because someone else was bored? " Ron recognized him immediately and so did Hermione. They both had different sorts of comments to say about him. Ron criticized him for having his head in a book yet again, and Hermione asked if she could borrow it when he was done with it?.
" Sure thing Hermione, you just need to ask me and I will bring it back during breakfast the next day. It is a fascinating autobiography and I am sure you will enjoy it as much as I am right now. " Ron simply called him a bookworm.
" Intelligence is power, Weasley, Intelligence is power... I hope that one day this situation does not come and remind you of my advice only for you to regret having ignored it. " Ron walked over to the cat and as the last student arrived the cat jumped off the desk and changed into a particularly stern-looking woman.
" Still planning to kick me out of the room Mr. Weasley if you do who is going to teach this class? As for trying to kick me out five points from Gryffindor and five points awarded to Ravenclaw for my defense and for giving a fellow student sagely advice." Ron sat down and did not look happy at all.
"This boys and girls is a very useful and very dangerous branch of magic. Many people have had their lives saved and ended by what we learn here. I teach transfiguration spells and the things you will be able to do are no less than amazing. This however you will learn with utmost discipline and order. Any fooling around in my class and you will be kicked out and that student will not be allowed back in. "
Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and smiled." And no Mr. Potter I do not need either apples or catnip. What I need is your attention so would you kindly return that book to your bookbag and take out your assigned textbook? "
Harry did as he was asked but did not even open it. " Why are you not opening your book, Mr. Potter?" Harry looked at the professor and simply said that he already finished reading it. She of course did not like the tone of his voice so she decided to give him a slice of humble pie.
"Well since you already finished it, why don't you take the final exam? If you pass you can read whatever you like, fail and you will clean toilets for a week. " Harry told her to do her worst. He got the test and in front of the entire class, he aced it, both practical and written tests. He sat down and McGonagall was speechless as was the rest of the class.
She said nothing and began teaching the class as if nothing happened. Harry did not have a single moment of peace as the entire Ravenclaw part of the class went to ask him tips on how to do the transfiguration better. He did offer some advice and by the end of the class, everyone managed to turn their match into a nice sewing needle.
"I have read that book, by the way, it has a typo on the last page. " McGonagall told him as he was about to leave the classroom." I know, it was on the number of the page. I can overlook a minor mistake if the rest of the book is good, can't you Professor? "
She looked like the answer was no to that particular question. He got up as soon as he heard that the class was over. He headed towards the charms class, McGonagall would say he was escaping from having to answer how much he knew. She had a test for every grade and she planned to make him take one each day till next week.
The professor welcomed them with such cheer and friendliness that Harry and the rest of the class suddenly had the urge to check their blood sugar. "Today class we will a rather impressive charm the levitation charm. Follow my wand movement and say windargium leviosa" Harry did not want to waste time and he did the spell on him.
Professor Flitwick could not help but laugh as he was in the air. He was set gently down on his desk. "My I must say that was invigorating. Five points for Ravenclaw for such a great display of skill." The Slytherin students wanted to say that Harry was just a show-off.
The class was having a rather tough time with the charm so he asked Harry to help his fellow students. The students began to show much progress as he went along and began to give them advice. This was until he tried to give a Slytherin some advice. "Aren't you taking the final exam in this class as you did with the Transfiguration class?"
Professor Flitwick asked him if he passed the test, he told him his grade and he smiled. "Why don't you try it? It would sure make my job a lot easier." Harry did not want to disagree with his head of the house so he did take the final exam and he passed it just like he did in his previous class.
He kept doing that with every class the only one he did not react to was the ghost teacher that taught the history class. The last class of the day was Potions and he learned that he was hated by the Professor in a very personal way.
"Ah, Mr. Potter our newest celebrity. Tell me Potter what would I get if I added an infusion of wormwood to powdered root or ashore? Where could I find a bezoar? What is the difference between wolfbane and monkshood? Well, do you know any of the answers to any of these questions? "
Harry looked at him and smiled." The first question is the most powerful sleeping potion known to mankind it is called the draught of sleeping death. The second question is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you against most poisons except Basilisk Venom. The third is that they are the same plant and also called Aconite, and it is an ingredient in the Wolfbane potion and the Draught of Sleeping Death. Is there anything else you would like to ask my Professor? "
Snape did not like his tone and he just walked towards the blackboard." Well? Why aren't you copying that down? I am of course Professor Severus Snape I can teach you things no other can, the subtle way liquid can work is a way through a body or cause the image to become reality. I can teach you to brew glory, distill luck and stop even death. If you are not as much of a bunch of no-talent wretches as I am usually condemned to teaching. "
"On the blackboard are the ingredients and instructions you may use the school's supply closet if you run out of your supply. It should take you no less than half an hour to complete and when completed you will place some in a bottle and hand it over for grading. Once that is done you may leave. "
Harry finished his potion and placed it inside the bottle and he then walked around to his fellow Ravenclaws and them if they needed it. He walked over to the front desk and handed his potion in. Snape smelled it and looked at it. " Acceptable. You may be on your way, Potter." Snape was fuming inside as it was not merely acceptable but it was done quickly and efficiently. If he was more honest he would have awarded that potion an Outstanding.
In the end, he asked him to take a final exam for the grade to see how much he knew. Snape agreed that only to see how badly he failed. He finished the exam both practical and written parts and left the classroom when Snape did not even want to tell him his grade, by the look on his face he figured that he aced it.
"How the hell did he ace my test? This is the first day of class. I just can't figure it out. " Snape complained to himself in the staff meeting room. The other teachers that taught him that day told him if he was talking about the boy who lived they told him that he passed their final exams for the current grade too." But how in the hell did he learn this material before he got here?"
"He is a Ravenclaw for a reason, Snape. I would not be surprised if he knows all the material from the other years too. I plan to make Jim take a single final grade exam each day till I find the extent he knows. " Minerva told him and the other teachers even the ghost felt that it would be prudent.
At night he decided to go and have a friendly visit to someone his ancestor left in the castle as he left it in a rage for what happened to his friend. He walked over to the third-floor girl's bathroom. The ghost came out of the toilet and told him that it was the girl's bathroom and that he should leave.
"I am Harry Potter, and You are? " the ghost almost forgot to introduce herself, but then again no one ever bothers asking her name. " Myrtle Warren, I am also called Moaning Myrtle by the other people in this castle. " Harry walked over to the sink and saw that it was marked with a serpent.
"Ms. Warren this has not always been a bathroom. The reason you probably died is that you used this very same bathroom and saw something that had no choice but to kill you either way cause she did not want to be discovered or because someone else gave her an order she could not refuse. "
Myrtle looked at him and tried to figure out what he was trying to do." All that is fascinating but mind telling me why you came here and disrupted my nap? " Harry looked at her and smiled and said that he was simply paying a visit to an old family friend. He looked at the sink and said in parseltongue to open.
The sink dropped down and revealed an opening and he said the word for stairs in the snake language. A fine set of stairs appeared and he began to walk down and Myrtle quickly floated behind him.
"Do you even know where this tunnel leads? " Myrtle looked at her surroundings."The chamber of secrets, I am going to visit my ancestor's familiar after all." Myrtle looked at him with an almost amused look on her face. "So let me get this straight you are the feared heir of Salazar Slytherin?"
Harry saw the entrance to the chamber and without even looking at her he said he indeed was. "But you are not my enemy are you Myrtle?" Myrtle began to laugh at the question. The door opened and they both got inside they saw a sculpted wall to look like the face of his ancestor.
'Familiar of my ancestor come forth and be with friends once more. 'Something was moving behind the wall almost like it was thinking what to do.' Your kind only wish to either harm or use us wizard why should I come out of my home to see you? ' Harry stepped closer and placed his hand inside the mouth of the wall. He did so to show she could trust him.
A large snake pushed his hand out of the way and she came out of the wall.' I could have bitten your hand you know. Why do you trust me so much? I am not familiar with Salazar she died a long time ago out of sheer sadness at being abandoned by him. ' Harry looked at her and knew she was telling the truth.' Because I am your friend. How about we have a nice chat with the three of us. ' The large snake curled herself in a rather comfortable position and waited.
' I am Harry Potter, this is Myrtle Warren your mother might have met her briefly a few years ago. And you are? ' The snake looked at the ghost and looked sad for a moment.' I am called Brelia, and I am sorry that my mother killed you. She was ordered by a speaker of our language and she had no choice but to obey. In the last moments of her life, she did regret it. I hope this gives you some relief. '
Myrtle indeed looked relieved at hearing her say that but told them both that she would not find peace and be able to pass on till the one who ordered Brelia's mother to kill her met with him his end.
Harry smiled at her, "And that is something I will do. Don't worry Myrtle your killer will face justice one day. I promise you that." Brelia and Myrtle looked at him and smiled. ' So what brings you to my family home, Harry? Do you wish to use me as your ancestors did long ago?'
'No actually I first wanted to have a nice quiet place to conduct my meetings and do some business planning. I was also planning to chat a little with you and maybe ask you if you will truly consider me a friend. ' Ophelia came out of the mark and told him that she would not share the same mark.
She told him to have her bite somewhere else on his body. He held his other hand out to her and almost like she did not even think about it for more than a second she bite down on his hand and the blood became black and a second mark appeared on his body. She looked rather happy and smiled at the Raven as she went inside her mark.
