'A young wizard would be wise to take this chapter into special account for all aspects of their business in both the mundane world and the magical one. Appearance is the first impression one gives to those they are being introduced and can set the tone of conversation.'

Harry read the words over a few times and glanced down at his own apparel. This shirt was one of the nicer ones he owned. It was a light grey long sleeved shirt he inherited from his cousin. He had folded up the sleeves and tacked them in place to keep them from billowing around his skinner arms. His jeans were also second hand and were held together with an old leather belt his aunt had given to him. He wondered what people thought of him when they saw him in the baggy, worn items.

Harry wished there was something he could do to get himself nicer clothing or at least something that would fit properly. He didn't even know what sort of clothing he liked. He sighed in discontent, but endeavored to keep reading. He wondered what wizards and witches wore anyway. Professor McGonagall had been wearing a cloak the first time they met - was that common?

'Suitable attire depends entirely on the season and maturity of the wizard. During school years, the young wizard will have an assortment of black school robes, a pointed hat, and a black cloak for winter use. It is of note that during special school events a set of dress robes would be appropriate to keep on hand. For casual wear, the young wizard may wear tailored robes of many different colors and a hat although many find pointed hats to be out of style.'

Harry tried to imagine himself in a set of robes. It was hard to picture himself in anything, but his oversized shirts and age battered jeans. Plus, weren't robes kind of like dresses? He had seen pictures in his textbooks of wizards in bright blue, billowing robes that had been covered in stars and moons. He certainly couldn't envision wearing anything so outlandish.

Did people really dress like that? Professor McGonagall certainly didn't. He finished reading the bit of the chapter left quickly and scribbled down his summary. He hoped the professor would be back soon - he did actually have a surprising amount of questions for the witch.

The next two chapters were pretty mundane. They spoke of how to eat at a table with guests and how to make small talk. It was nothing Harry thought he would need any time soon. It wasn't as if the Dursleys were going to invite him to sit with them at the table. He was a bit disappointed that the chapter didn't mention what type of food wizards ate. He imagined they feasted on large portions of dragon and mushrooms, but highly doubted that was accurate. He had just finished his notes when Professor McGonagall returned.

"How are you getting along, ?" She asked.

"Very well, ma'am." He handed her his notes and waited eagerly for feedback. He had never really taken notes or done summaries before. It was hard to think of ways to describe the chapters without writing them word for word on the page. Harry smiled when she nodded and handed him the papers back.

"I suppose you may have some questions?" She prompted and Harry began.

"What do wizards eat?" He asked first as it had been the last topic on his mind. Professor McGonagall looked at him curiously and seemed to contemplate the question herself.

"We eat similar things to muggles." She said finally, "Meat, bread, pasties. Although some of our drinks and deserts are a little unusual. One of the most popular choices of drink at Hogwarts is Pumpkin Juice."

Harry added that bit of information to his notes - while it wasn't dragon, it was still kind of exciting to know there would be different things to try. He thought of his next question.

"Do all wizards wear robes? Why don't I ever see anybody walking around in them?" He asked next.

"Most do, although recently slacks and button up shirts have become more commonplace as more wizards and witches spend time between magical and muggle areas." She answered, "You don't see people in wizarding clothes because of the statute of secrecy."

"What's that?" Harry asked. He remembered her mentioning before that magic had to stay hidden from muggles, but it was the first he had heard mention of a statute which sounded a lot like a law.

"The Statute of Secrecy was enacted in 1689 and it decreed that witches and wizards were responsible for keeping magic and knowledge of its existence secret from muggles for our protection. Muggles were scared of magic and sought to destroy any who they found practicing it. Of course, muggles posed no real threat as most of their methods of destruction could be prevented by basic spells. However, it caused quite a bit of trouble for both parties especially for children not yet trained in the magical arts and so, the law came into practice."

Harry struggled to write as quickly as the professor spoke, but managed to get down most of it. It explained why they had started these lessons in secret and why Professor McGonagall couldn't just show up to teach him. He wished more than ever that he could be eleven already.

"I suppose that is quite a lot for one day." Professor McGonagall said as she sat at the desk looking somewhat weary. Harry thought it must be tiring for her to try and teach her classes and help him. "Let's have some lunch."

Harry watched in awe as a small creature appeared out of thin air. It had large ears and even bigger eyes that were the brightest shade of blue that Harry had ever encountered. It was only about three feet tall and its skin was a light shade of brown.

"What is that?" Harry asked and then looked at the small creature feeling quite rude. "Sorry."

"It be okay, Mister." The creature said in a high pitched tone.

"That, , is a house-elf and her name is Sophie. Sophie works for Hogwarts in the kitchens and is here to help us with our lunch today."

"I be very happy to help, Mistress McGonagall!" The house elf exclaimed.

"Thank you, Sophie. I think two plates of whatever is on the menu for today will suffice." Professor McGonagall told the house elf.

Sophie snapped her fingers and two plates loaded with mash, green beans, beef, and gravy appeared with two golden goblets.

"Will that be all, Mistress?" Sophie asked and the professor nodded. The house elf disappeared and Harry stared at the food. He could feel his stomach growl in anticipation, but waited for the professor to begin eating first. He was grateful it didn't take long and began to tuck in earnestly.

The food was gone quickly and Harry grabbed for the goblet to wash down the last of the mash. It had been the best food he had ever tasted. The liquid in the goblet was orange and as it hit his tongue Harry realized it must be the pumpkin juice the professor had mentioned. Its flavor was better than anything he had ever had before.

"That was amazing." Harry looked up and saw the professor was staring at him in amusement. "Tell Sophie I said thank you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Potter. Although, I do think that you may want to use this." She conjured a napkin and handed it to him. Harry blushed and wiped his face carefully.

"Magic is really amazing." He said after a moment of silence between the two. "I never knew how much I was missing. Thank you for coming to teach me."

"Of course, Mr. Potter. It is your birth right afterall."

"Will you tell me more about them?" Harry asked. "My parents, I mean."

"What do you want to know?" She asked and vanished their plates from the desk with a wave of her wand.

"What were they like?" Harry asked after taking a moment to think.

"Both your parents were in my house at school." She began, "Hogwarts has four houses that the students are sorted into during their first night. Ravenclaw is the house of the wise, Hufflepuff is the house of the loyal, Slytherin is the house of the cunning, and my house, Gryffindor, is the house of the brave." Harry could see the pride shine in her eyes at the mention of her house. It must be the best one, he thought.

"James and Lily both came into Hogwarts at the same time. Your father was from a very long line of wizards, while your mother was the first in her family. They were both fast to make friends and were very popular albeit for very different reasons. Your mother was extremely bright and did very well in all her classes. She went out of her way to help the other students and was always the first in class. Your father on the other hand was also an extremely talented wizard, but enjoyed playing Quidditch and playing pranks with his friends over studying."

Harry smiled. He had known they weren't the terrible people his aunt had portrayed. He wondered who he took after more. He certainly hadn't had a chance to play whatever Quidditch was before and he didn't think that pranking was a very nice thing to do. He thought of Dudley and his gang and how they had put rubber spiders in some of the girls' bags for a quick laugh. One of the girls had been so upset that she had to go home for the day. His mother on the other hand had seemed to be more caring about other people. Harry hadn't really had the chance to do that either as most people avoided having anything to do with him. Maybe he wasn't like either of them. The thought disappointed him and his smile faltered.

"What is a matter, Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern. Harry hesitated to tell the witch what he was thinking. She might not want to teach him if she thought he wasn't like them. It was obvious she really liked his parents. What if she didn't like him?

Her piercing gaze broke through his hesitation and he knew he would have to tell her. If he didn't, he was sure the professor would get it out of him one way or another.

"I just don't think I'm like them very much." Harry admitted, "I'm definitely not very popular and I don't really do well in school. I can't even think of one thing I'm good at."

"Harry." The witch was beside him now and touched his arm gently. "You're seven years old. You've hardly found out who you are yet or what you are good at. I can tell you that from your work today I think you will make a fine student and that your determination is a trait that you've inherited from both your parents."

Harry took some comfort from the words. The professor was right, he was still young and he hadn't really done much with his life or himself yet. He was still uncertain about if he could live up to his parents memory, but he would try.

"Thank you, Professor." He choked out and she enveloped him in a hug. Harry didn't mind her touch as much as he had during their summer encounter. It felt nice to let someone hold him and let him know everything would be okay.

A/N: The first lesson complete! I hope you all enjoyed. Remember feedback is always welcome and thank you for reading.