Shout out to Kitsune Obsessed Freak & JustAnotherFan217for advice on better story writing format. I'm still very new to it so it's much appreciated.


The first class we had the following day was double Potions. Considering what had happened in Dumbledore's office, I didn't think Snape would pick on me but I was wrong.

Maybe he did it to keep up his charade of being Voldemort's follower or because he still didn't appreciate how I talked to Dumbledore. Either way, he tried to embarrass me in front of the class by asking the same questions that he did in canon. To his surprise I answered them without any issues, though he didn't give me any house points like other professors would have.

During the actual class, I found his teaching style to be lacking. It was geared towards students who could keep up with his fast pace. With all the practise I had done before coming to Hogwarts, I had no issue keeping up with his lecture. That wasn't the case for everyone however, Neville being one of them. Everything was flying over his head as he hadn't spent too much time reading his Potions book.

To understand Snape's explanations, you would have needed to read and understand quite a bit of the Potions textbook. He also never bothered to explain anything twice. I could understand why this class was one of the hardest to take. Only students with great aptitude in Potions would succeed, well great aptitude or tons of prior experience as in my case.

For the actual practical lesson, I was paired up with Dean while Hermione and Neville were paired together. I could feel Snape's eyes on me the whole time we were preparing the potion. I had taken the lead between Dean and I since I had more experience.

At the end of the class, when Snape was collecting the potions, he scrutinized the one Dean and I gave him more than anyone else. He didn't say anything but the expression on his face told me he was impressed with it.

For the rest of the day, Hermione, Neville and I spent it in the library. Hermione had taken it upon herself to tutor Neville in Potions so he wouldn't be as lost in class. He was a bit reluctant but I convinced him it would be a good idea, as it would help improve his overall understanding of Herbology since the two subjects were so closely linked together.

While they were busy with Potions, I explored Hogwarts' library. I focused on books that contained information on the history of the magical world and on old powerful artifacts. I was hoping to find more information about my wand, I had the feeling that I hadn't come close to using the full capabilities of my wand. I still hadn't found anything by the time Hermione and Neville decided to call it a day, so I would have to resume my search another day.

As discussed, the day of the flying class, Oliver had me tested on Saturday to determine my playing position. He was mystified when he saw me run through the drills, he had prepared for me. He never expected me to be as good as I was.

He didn't know how many hours I had spent flying in the open field behind Potter Manor. Add to that the crazy training I used to do with the help of the elves, my skills were more than enough to qualify for the Seeker position in a school team. I did wonder how my skills would compare to professional Quidditch players.

Oliver did agree that with my skills, the Seeker would be the best position for me to play. Though he also said that it would be beneficial for the team if I became a floating Seeker, which meant I would be involved in some of the plays the chasers were running. As a Seeker, I wasn't allowed to touch the Quaffle but I could use my broom to knock it around and create confusion for the opponents. We talked about many different plays where I could go in and out of the attacking formations so I would be able to go after the Snitch whenever I saw it, without breaking any formations.

What Oliver didn't know was that by the time the first game came around I was hoping to have mastered a particular spell I had developed on my own. If I did, then the win was pretty much guaranteed, regardless of whatever Quirrell/Voldemort wanted to do.

Sunday morning, I was asked to see Dumbledore in his office. Only this time it was just the two of us and nobody else, not even Fawkes was in the room.

"I'm sorry Harry. While I had the best intentions, I did not carry them through to the manner befit of my title as Headmaster, and more importantly, your guardian. And for that once again, I am sorry Harry." Dumbledore said in a somber voice when I got comfortable in my chair.

"Thank you for the apology, Headmaster." I accepted his apology, politely.

Dumbledore sighed before pleading, "Harry, is there no way I can convince you to go back to that house?" Before I could say anything, he raised his hand to stop me and continued "I'm not taking light of what happened to you Harry. I can give you a guarantee that I will make sure you are treated better this time. There was a reason I placed you with them, th-"

"Are you talking about the blood wards?" I asked interrupting his plea.

He looked surprised when I mentioned the wards which actually gave me a lot of information. He had yet to send anyone or go himself to the Dursley house. He should have realized I knew about them by now, or does he still think some other wizard came and took me out of the house? And it was him or her who somehow disable the wards without alarming him?

"How do you know about them, Harry?" He inquired.

"The person who took me to Potter Manor told me about them. Told me why I was placed there when I asked about it when I was older. Told me how the blood ward charm was moved to Petunia and the location charm to Dudley" I answered with a little laugh.

I saw his eyebrows raise when I answered him. He didn't speak for some time. He was probably wondering how someone was able to move one of his spells without him realizing it. I knew then how powerful elves actually were and how under utilized they were. Oh Well, better for me if the general wizarding world remained oblivious. I let Dumbledore continue his belief that I was rescued by a human wizard.

"And before you ask Headmaster, I won't reveal their identity. Just know that I am safe, afterall I've been at Potter Manor for years now" I said curtly.

I could tell from his expression that he really wanted to know who it was, that was so powerful they moved two of his spells without him realizing it. But he wasn't in any position to demand an answer, especially after acknowledging his failures.

Dumbledore acquiesced and said as he reached into one of his drawers ""Alright Harry. I understand I will have to earn your trust before you are willing to talk to me. And to start making amends I want to give you something your father left in my possesion."

He then handed me what I knew to be the Cloak of Invisibility wrapped in light wrapping paper. I didn't open it right away and just accepted it with a nod. He then dismissed me from his office.

While walking back towards the common room I was left gratified from that conversation. I was able to get Dumbledore to start pondering about potential wizards who could have taken me away to Potter Manor and thereby distract him from trying to control my life. And I also got the Cloak earlier than I was supposed to, though I did call one of the elves to check the Cloak for any charms, just to make sure.

When I was told it was safe, I put it on to test it out and scared the heck out of Ariel, who had been the one I called. Her reaction to seeing my body start to disappear after telling me it was safe, was priceless. It took her a quick second to realize that my body had only turned invisible. I genuinely laughed out for 5 minutes. To make it up to her, I told her she could help me prank the other elves with the cloak.

By the time I got back to the shared room, my roommates were already getting ready to sleep. I had spent some time using the Cloak to go to the Forbidden Forest to practise the spell I had developed. Without worry of being seen, I was able to get deep into the forest and was able to make lots of improvements on the spell. At this rate it would be just where I needed it to be for the first Quidditch game.

Neville had asked me where I was, but I told him I had gotten lost in some readings in a random classroom. I didn't want to lie about the Cloak and where I was but I also didn't want Neville or Hermione involved in any dangerous things, they were just kids after all. I was hoping that this time they both had better lives at Hogwarts.

And just like that my first week at Hogwarts had come to an end. I'd had more adventure in this one week than most people had in their entire lives. And I had 7 more years of this to go…Yeah, this was going to be fun.