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Despite his size Harry found Professor Flitwick to be very quick on his feet as he followed the small Professor to his new common room. He was given a clean bill of health form the Nurse, after she forced him to eat some food, and was actually curious about his new home away from home. "This reminds me, I need to contact Goldtooth about Potter Manor." Harry thought to himself as he and Flitwick waited for a staircase to stop moving. The young wizard ideally wondered how difficult it would be to navigate the school when all the staircases were in constant motion. Soon they were walking up a tight staircase and came to a bronze eagle knocker.
"Now Mr. Potter this is the entrance to our common room." Flitwick explained with a happy tone. "To enter you must answer the riddle the knocker presents, if you cannot you must wait until someone who can arrives or someone leaves the common room." Harry nodded as Flitwick flicked his wand to use the knocker as he couldn't reach it.
"What 3 positive numbers give the same result when multiplied and added together?" The eagle head asked in a monotone voice, a smirk crossed Flitwick's lips as he turned to Harry.
"Well Mr. Potter?" The diminutive Professor asked, harry hummed as he thought for a minute.
"1, 2 and 3." Harry finally answered and a click was heard as the door swung slightly open.
"Well done Mr. Potter, well done." Flitwick replied with cheer as he led Harry into the now open room.
The common room walls were covered in bronze and blue silks and graceful arched windows extended around the room. The domed ceiling is painted with stars, which are echoed in the midnight-blue carpet while tables, chairs, and bookcases cover the expanse of the floor. The final thing Harry noticed was a white marble statue in the room of a woman, who he assumed was Rowena Ravenclaw.
"First years please gather round!" Flitwick called out, Harry noticed everyone was paying attention to them and a few people were whispering to one another. "Now I would first like you all to welcome another new first year, Harry Potter." The Professor turned and gestured to Harry while everyone clapped and a few people looked excited at him being there, mostly girls.
"No doubt curious about what happened and about my life." Harry thought as he gave a polite nod to everyone.
"Yes, yes welcome Mr. Potter." Flitwick said as he gestured for everyone to quiet down. "Now first years I would like to welcome you to Ravenclaw, we are known as the house of intellect, wits and wisdom. I have no doubt you all will work hard to show that you respect that." He looked around the room to be sure the first years were all watching. "You all will have your own rooms, that way you do not need to worry about anyone's study habits interfering with your own." Harry, and the others, all were happy to learn they had their own rooms. "For the first half of the year you will be required to do a certain amount of study hours here in the common room under the watch of our sixth years. A schedule will be posted tomorrow as to the times you can do those, if you pass all of your classes after the holiday break, with EE or O's, you will be excused from those but if not you will be assigned more, any questions?" He looked around to see if anyone did but when no hands went up he nodded. "Very well, now I want all of you to know if you have any questions, about anything, or just want to talk I am always willing to listen."
Flitwick then went on to explain different rules and regulations at Hogwarts, the point system and of course where the library was. Harry listened with half interest as he already knew the information to a degree; instead he took the time to subtly study the older students. Most of them were whispering to each other most likely talking about the new year but most likely him.
Eventually Flitwick finished his speech and bid everyone a goodnight, it was three seconds after the Professor left that Harry was swarmed by his new year mates and they began introducing themselves. Including Harry there were ten first years, six boy and four girls.
Sue Li was a small Chinese girl with lighter skin, brown eyes and dark black hair that went to her jaw line. She was quiet but didn't seem to shy when she introduced herself.
Padma Patil was of Indian decent, with long black hair pulled into a ponytail that went just past her shoulders and warm hazel eyes. Harry learned she had a twin that was sorted into Gryffindor.
Lisa Turpin was a lanky brown haired girl that was taller than all of the first years. She had a more chipper attitude and seemed very excited to meet Harry; he guessed she had read the books about him. He wondered if she believed they were true.
Mandy Brocklehurst was the final girl, she was a little on the bigger side and had dark blonde hair with green eyes, a brighter shade then Harry's. By the way she was standing next to Lisa the entire time Harry assumed they either knew each other prior to Hogwarts or became friendly on the train.
Terry Boot was the first boy to introduce himself and Harry immediately wondered if he was related to the Ancient and Noble House of Boot but would wait to find out. Terry was about Harry's size, a little skinnier; with dark brown hair that was neatly trimmed and brown eyes.
Next was Anthony Goldstein, a tall blonde haired boy with fair skin and blue eyes. He seemed very sure of himself and gave Harry a strong handshake, though Harry didn't know if it was to intimidate or impress him.
Michael Corner was a boy with pale skin and dark shaggy hair. Like Anthony he held his head high and attempted to look more impressive than a simple eleven year old.
Kevin Entwhistle had blonde hair like Anthony but his was darker and his eyes green, Harry also noted the boy was wearing a Manchester football shirt under his robe and deduced he was a muggleborn.
The last boy was Stephen Cornfoot who had light brown hair and hazel eyes, his robes also seemed better than the others so Harry assumed he had money. Though whether that meant he was a pureblood or a rich half-blood or muggleborn Harry wasn't sure about.
"So what happened when you put on the sorting hat?" Terry asked after all the introductions were through, Harry noted all the older years had moved closer to hear as well.
"I have no idea." Harry replied with a shrug. "One minute I'm looking out at everyone then I wake up in the Hospital Wing." He heard a few whispers go around but ignored them.
"Well how did they sort you then?" Padma asked curiously as she leaned in a bit more.
"The Headmaster asked me what house I thought I would fit into the best." Harry replied with a smile, a few people gasped and he wondered if it was because it had been that simple or that the Harry Potter had chosen Ravenclaw.
"So you picked Ravenclaw?" Anthony asked. "I figured you would have gone to Gryffindor, I think everyone did." Many heads nodded along with Anthony, Harry was happy someone asked because he could answer questions and hopefully the older students would spread word of his answers.
"Why, because my parents were in Gryffindor?" The young lord asked, again many people nodded their heads. "Well I find it hard to be like people I barely remember." Several students gasped and looked away as they suddenly remembered Harry's history.
"Well what about all your adventures?" Lisa asked and several of the girls nodded to the point, Harry gave them all a skeptical look before sighing and shaking his head.
"I have no idea who wrote those but I can assure you I did nothing of the sort." Harry explained. "In fact I lived with my Muggle relatives my whole life and barely knew anything about the Wizarding World until I got my letter and went to Diagon Ally." His response again caused a large amount of whispers among the students.
"So you really didn't do anything in the books?" Mandy asked somewhat downcast to the news.
"Sorry but no." Harry replied with a shake of his head. "I assumed they were fictional books made to play up my defeat of Voldemort." Everyone gasped when he said the name. "But apparently they were not sold as such." Harry made a mental note to see if the Wizarding World had laws about false advertisement and using his name without permission. "If you all will excuse me I am tired and want to sleep after this long day."
Everyone nodded and the first years moved out of his way so Harry could go up the stairs to the boy's side dorms. On both sides of the hall were doors, each labeled with a bronze plaque with a student's name on it. Finding his Harry entered and looked around the room, a large four post bed with blue sheets and bronze colored pillows, two arched windows were on either side of it along with a small bed side table on the right. An empty bookcase was on his left wall next to a small desk with an oil lamp on one end, the chair in front of it looked comfortable enough but not something Harry would like to relax in. along the left wall was a dresser for his clothes.
He then noticed his trunk was already at the foot of his bed and quickly opened it to inspect the contents; he had packed it a certain way to insure if someone looked inside they would make a mistake putting everything back. Fortunately everything was properly placed and folded. Nodding Harry started to remove his things and put them away.
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Harry was getting annoyed quickly at the effect he had upon walking into a room, as he and the others entered the Great Hall for breakfast everyone stopped talking to watch him sit at the Ravenclaw table then burst into whispers. He hoped this was just a one day thing and not something he was going to have to constantly deal with. He did his best to ignore the gossip going around as the food appeared before him, he made sure to act shocked as he was supposed to be muggle raised. "Amazing." He said loud enough for everyone to hear him, which drew a few chuckles as people started loading their plates.
"So what classes do you think will have today?" Padma asked the table as she dug into her eggs.
"No idea but I hope its charms first." Anthony replied. "It would be nice to deal with Professor Flitwick first." The others all nodded their heads at his statement.
"I hear we share all of our classes, is that true?" Harry asked loudly so the older student would hear.
"Not all but usually were paired with Hufflepuff's." An older boy with messy hair said from his seat. "Never understood why they always pair Gryffindor's and Slytherin's together."
"That's so Snape can take off as many points as possible in one go." A girl said, the statement caused laughter to break out.
"Besides being the Potions Professor, Snape is the Slytherin Head of House and definitely plays favorites." One of the Prefects, Jacob if Harry remembered correctly, said when he saw the first years confused looks. "When you have his class don't try to show off, be respectful and follow directions." He gave them all a serious look. "Do that and he won't be a problem, he really only hates Gryffindor but if you piss him off he will take points." All the first years nodded to the orders and went back to eating,
"Good morning everyone." Harry looked up to see Flitwick coming towards them, stacks of parchment floated behind him. "Here are your schedules." He said then with quick flicks of his wrist parchment flew off piles into students hands. Harry was amazed at the skill the professor was easily showing off, not only was he maintaining several charms at once but also correctly sending the right paper to people.
Shrugging Harry looked down at his schedule to see what he would be doing every week for the next year. "Sweet Charms is first today!" Anthony called out with joy, causing Flitwick to chuckle.
"Ugh we have History after it though." Terry groaned out. "My sister told me Binns is a bore."
"My cousin said the same but it's a good time to do homework for other classes and study History yourself in the required study hours." Anthony informed everyone; Harry nodded along because Sarah had told him the same thing. Soon everyone went back to eating there breakfast and talked about idle things like Quidditch and thoughts on their classes. Harry looked over his classes and started mentally figuring out what books he would need when and what routes to memorize first so he didn't show up late.
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Harry listened to his classmates as they made their way down the stairs towards the dungeon for their double Potions, it had been two days since he had started classes and he was feeling good about his year. Charms had been a fun class and Harry was sure it would be his favorite as Flitwick allowed them to have fun with the spells they were learning and challenged their creativity with its use. He also gave them the page numbers in there textbooks to look over to better practice the charms on their own.
Transfiguration was an interesting class, McGonagall was obviously very skilled and knowledgeable but she was somewhat strict. Harry was glad he went over Tom's memories for the class though as he used some little tricks to impress McGonagall but not stand out to much. Harry was also intrigued by the Idea of becoming an Animagus and was going to look into it in later years; he knew his magic wasn't strong enough nor stable enough to handle it.
Astronomy was going to be his least favorite class, it wasn't that Professor Sinatra was a bad teacher but Harry had little need for the names of stars or the movements of planets as he could just look them up in Tom's memories. History was the leading contender for worst class as it was exactly how Sarah said it would be, boring and useless. Binns was fixated on the Goblin revolution and spoke with such a monotone voice everyone nearly fell asleep.
As they got near the Potions classroom Harry looked to see all the Hufflepuff's waiting by the door. They had shared all there classes with them so far and Harry had already learned their names and chosen the few he needed to get to know. The first was a redheaded girl named Susan Bones, through his research he had learned that not only was she going to become the head of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones but her aunt was also the head of the DMLE, Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Being on her good side would definitely be in his best interests, at least for now.
Next to her was a brown haired girl by the name of Hanna Abbot, though she was just a Half-Blood with no real standing she was Susan's best friend. Harry knew that one bad remark from her and Susan would ignore him for the rest of his time in Hogwarts, she was nice though and he didn't see a problem with being friendly with her. Finally was Justin Finch-Fletchley, when Harry heard the name he thought it sounded familiar so he spoke to the boy in Transfiguration. Justin turned out to be a Muggle-Born boy whose father was Arthur Finch-Fletchley Chancellor of the Exchequer. Harry found the boy to be a bit pompous because he came from a high class family but Harry hoped he might be able to use the boy in his plans for his time at Hogwarts.
The potions door opened after a few minutes of waiting and the students all filed in, tables were setup in the room and allowed two at each one. The room was surrounded by cabinets and shelves holding different potion making equipment. Harry selected a desk in the middle of the row and wasn't surprised when Terry jumped into the seat next to him. Terry had seen how easily Harry had done in most classes and figured he was the best person to work with if he had to partner with someone, Harry agreed so he had no problems with being partners.
The door burst open just as the clock struck and Snape strode into the room, his robes flowing behind him as if they were caught in the wind. He didn't speak as he eyed everyone and made his way to the head of the class and pulled out a piece of parchment and started to call role. This was the Professor Harry was the most intreasted to see, not from some idle worship or because of rumors but because of the memories he had seen of him.
After seeing his parents die Harry back tracked the memories to see why they had been, the search led him to Snape telling the Dark Lord a prophecy that he heard. Now some might immediately hate the greasy haired man for painting a target on his parents but Harry did not, mainly because of how much Snape begged Tom not to harm Harry's mother. Harry also knew that Neville Longbottom could be the one the prophecy spoke of so really it was Tom who chose who to attack; Harry found it ironic that a man who believed Pure-Bloods to be superior chose a Half-Blood child as a greater threat. So Harry planned to wait and see how Snape acted towards him, either he would feel guilty at helping the Dark Lord kill his mother and treat him well if not neutrally or he would focus his loss of the woman he obviously was in love with on the reason the Dark Lord visited.
"Ah yes." Snape said softly with a bit of sarcasm. "Harry Potter, our newest celebrity."
"Well I think I see where this is going." Harry thought to himself as Snape finished the role and looked around the room.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making." Snape drawled out as he scanned the room. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering 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, and even stopper death." The entire class seemed to lean in as he spoke and Harry had to admit Snape did have a way with words to make Potions seem like the greatest art on earth. "Potter!" Snape suddenly barked, making a few jump in surprise. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
At first Harry was going to look up the answer in Tom's memories but stopped when he thought it might take too much time. Plus he assumed there was more than one answer and that was a trick question that no matter what Harry answered Snape would claim he was wrong. "I do not know Professor." Harry replied politely.
"Fame clearly isn't everything." Snape sneered, than instead of looking to someone else stayed locked on Harry. ""Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"The stomach of a goat sir." Harry replied, though he wanted to say the ingredient cabinet but knew if he mouthed off Snape would take points.
The potions master scowled at the correct answer. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"I believe they are the same plant sir." Harry answered, that was one of the things he remembered himself from looking over his text book, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, because it had a few names.
Snape's scowl increased. "Minus five points from Ravenclaw." Everyone's eye went wide at the statement. "It is also known as Aconite Potter and for your information adding added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood would create a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death." The man turned and waved his wand at the board, where instructions appeared.
"So it's hatred then." Harry thought to himself as he narrowed his eyes at Snape's back, his mind then allowed all the angry thoughts he held back about Snape, until he met the man, rush easily pushed his thoughts to the side though as he focused on the potion, knowing him doing well would irritate Snape more. He was happy to see the scowl stay on Snape's face throughout the class, the man watched Harry like a hawk and harry guessed he was waiting for him to make a mistake.
"Why does Snape have it out for you?" Terry asked as he stirred their potion and Snape moved past them.
"No idea." Harry replied with a shrug. "If you figure it out let me know." Terry chuckled and went back to the potion. By the end of class there potion looked very close to what the book said it should but Harry noticed Snape mark down an A for him but EE for Terry, who also noticed the grades.
"You should talk to Professor Flitwick." Terry said as they left the classroom.
"Talk to Professor Flitwick about what?" Padma asked from right behind Harry.
Before Harry could speak Terry turned around to face everyone. "Professor Snape gave me an EE for our potion but Harry got an A."
"What? That's not fair." Padma replied while others nodded, Harry sighed as he didn't want everyone to know his business.
"Don't worry about it." Harry said with a wave of his hand. "I'll talk to Professor Flitwick when I get a chance." He turned and started to walk away so everyone would see he didn't want to keep talking about the subject. He had other things to focus on and the fact Snape could treat students, especially in Gryffindor, as he pleased meant he didn't need to fear getting fired. "I can look into that later." Harry thought to himself.
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Saturday morning found Harry sitting on the desk of an unused classroom on the second floor. He had sent a message last night to people he hoped to make into allies through one of the schools owls, he knew Hedwig would be noticeable and didn't want to broad cast his actions to anyone. "I should buy more owls and keep them at the Manor once I get it cleaned up." Harry thought as he looked down at his watch to check the time, he had plans to meet Hagrid today and didn't want to be late.
"Well well well." A voice said as two figures came into the room. "I believe our mysterious friend is Harry Potter, George."
"That he is Fred." The other boy said.
Harry looked over the matching grins on the boys; both were on the shorter side with a stocky build and there fiery red hair stuck out like a beacon. "Gentlemen." Harry said with a nod to the twin boys.
"What does the great Harry Potter want with us mere men?" One of the twins, George Harry thought, asked.
"I have heard some interesting things about you two." Harry said as he hopped off the desk.
"Here the Fred." George said with a grin. "Were famous."
"That we are George." Fred said with a nod. "How can we be of serves Lord Potter?" While he used the proper title Harry could tell it was in a joking manner.
"I hear you two are the best pranksters in the school." Both smiled at the comment. "And that you can prank anyone at anytime, anywhere in the school."
"Well we have trouble in the common rooms." George replied but didn't lose his grin.
"But that's because we don't know the passwords." Fred said with an equally large grin.
Harry nodded and also wondered if the twins knew the Ravenclaw common room was only guarded by a riddle. "I imagine that can be quite costly."
The twins shared a look before George nodded, though their faces no longer sported grins. "It can be."
"I have a proposal for you two." Harry said with a smirk, the twins shared another look.
"And what might that be?" Fred asked as he and George crossed their arms.
"How would you like to make six Galleons a month?" Harry asked with a grin, the twins both raised eyebrows and almost went slack jawed.
"Did I hear him right George?" Fred asked as he turned to his twin.
"I believe you did Fred." George replied and then turned to Harry. "But the question is why."
"A couple of reasons." Harry said as he moved around the desk and sat behind it. "First I have no desire to be pranked; the payment will insure I don't get pranked by you." The twins nodded. "Second I am aware others may prank me and in the event that happens I want you two to get them back."
"Seems the ickle firstie has a mean streak." George said with a little grin.
"That he does brother of mine." Fred replied with an equal grin. "I think I like it."
"Third, I need some help with another business venture and think you two could help with it and if you do I can promise more money." Harry replied as he pulled a magazine form his robe and tossed it on the table. The twins moved forward and looked at the title.
"Quidditch Weekly?" Fred asked confused.
"What do you two know about betting?" Harry asked with a grin, the twins looked up and then at each other again. Harry watched as they shared a silent conversation then walked over and brought two chairs to the desk, sitting down and leaning back.
"Go on." Both said with matching grins, one Harry shared.
"Gentlemen I believe this could be the start of a beautiful relationship." Harry said through his grin.
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Harry whistled as he walked across the grounds towards Hagrid's hut, a small smile was on his lips from the meeting with the Weasley Twins. The duo were receptive of his ideas and were going to go over some of the small details and get back to him later in the week. Arriving at the hut Harry banged on the door several times, he jumped back when he heard loud barking.
"Back Fang, back." Harry heard Hagrid say over the barking and scratching at the door. "Hang on a second Harry." Hagrid said as his face appeared in a crack as he opened the door. "Back Fang." Finally Hagrid opened the door. "Come on in."
Harry walked into the hut and looked around, there was only one room inside and hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.
"Glad you could make it Harry." Hagrid said as he let go of the large dog, which rushed Harry and started licking his face. Harry did his best to push the dog away but it took several attempts.
"No problem Hagrid." Harry replied as he took a seat in one of the chairs by the fire. Hagrid grinned and started pouring the kettle into a large teapot and placing rock like cakes with raisins on a plate.
"How are ya liking Hogwarts?" The large man asked as he brought the teapot and cakes over, pouring a cup for Harry.
"Its fine, all of the Professors are nice and I am learning a lot." Harry replied as he took a sip of the tea, Fang dropped his head in Harrys lap and the boy held back a groan when he noticed the drool falling on his robes.
"Course they are." Hagrid said with a chuckle, he and Harry then began talking about the classes and different things about the school. Harry left out his problem with Snape as he didn't want anyone aware of the problem until he had a way to deal with it. It was during their talk about Herbology that Harry noticed the paper sitting on the side table; the headline was what caught his eye.
"May I see that paper Hagrid?" harry asked with a nod to the paper, Hagrid looked over a shrugged as he passed it to Harry.
Break-in at Gringotts
The investigation into the Gringotts break-in on July 31st is still ongoing. The break-in is thought to be the work or either a single or group of Dark Wizards. The Goblins reported that the vault had been emptied earlier that day and when asked what was in the vault they replied "We're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you."
Harry furrowed his brow, that was the day he and Hagrid went to the bank and not only did Hagrid take something but he emptied his trust vault as well. He was almost positive he would have received an owl if it was his vault but the Goblins were prideful and might not like to reveal to a wealthy client they couldn't catch a thief. "I'm sorry but I need to go Hagrid."
"Somethin wrong harry?" The man asked with a frown.
"Maybe, I need to go and check on something." Harry took another sip of tea and placed the cup down. "I promise I'll come back another time alright."
Hagrid smiled and nodded. "Course it is, hope whatever it is ya need to leave for turns out alright."
"I'm sure it will but is it alright if I take this paper, didn't get to finish it?" Harry asked as he started towards the door, figuring Hagrid would let him easier if it seemed like he was taking it anyway.
"Course, old one anyway." Hagrid said with a smile, Harry smiled at the man as he left the hut. As soon as he was outside he walked along the path back to the castle and made his way inside and up to the second floor. He knew there was only a few ways to leave the castle and while he didn't want to show his hand yet he did need to go to Gringotts for other reasons.
Harry arrived at his destination and knocked on the door. "Come in." He heard McGonagall say from inside her office. Harry opened the door and saw the professor sitting at her desk with a stack of papers beside her. "How may I help you Mr. Potter."
"I hope I am not interrupting anything important ma'am." Harry said as he closed the door and walked to stand in front of her desk.
"Just grading some papers, is there a problem Mr. Potter?" She asked as she put down her quill.
"I was visiting Hagrid a few moments ago when I saw this old Prophet." Harry said as he handed her the paper, McGonagall took it and gave the front page a quick once over.
"And?" She asked curious what that had to do with her.
"Well ma'am it so happens I was there that day and emptied a vault." Harry informed her, getting a shocked look from her. "And I while I was not told it was my vault I want to be sure so I need to go to Gringotts."
"Well Mr. Potter I do hope it wasn't your vault but we cannot allow students, especially first years, to just leave the school." McGonagall replied with a sigh. "I'm sure you can owl Gringotts and ask them." Though she doubted they would reply with anything but what the paper said.
"According to the school bylaws any Lord that attends Hogwarts my leave if the reason involves his duties as the Head of House." Harry replied, McGonagall looked at him as if he grew another head. "As the Deputy Headmistress I assumed you had read them thus why I came to you and not Professor Flitwick."
"And where did you hear this from?" She asked skeptically, she had a feeling it was an older student, most likely the Weasley twins.
"I read it in the school Bylaws." Harry answered. "You can get a copy from Flourish & Blotts." McGonagall opened her mouth then closed it a few times before she took a claiming breath.
"Excuse me one moment." She said as she got up and walked across the room, Harry took a seat as McGonagall pulled a large book from a bookcase.
"Page one hundred and forty six." Harry informed the professor; she gave Harry a curious look and then turned to the page he said. Silence filled the room as McGonagall read; she snapped the book shut and let out a sigh.
"May I ask why you read this?" McGonagall asked as she walked back to the desk, book in hand.
"I thought it prudent to learn the rules to a new school before attending." Harry said with a shrug. "It was a lot and a few don't really apply anymore, I would suggest having the school board go over them, but I made note of a few that applied to me."
"I see." She replied with a curious look. "Well as you say Lord Potter, you are free to attend House business." Harry noted she called him Lord with a bit of respect. "I will ask in the future you to notify you're Head of House at least a day in advance when you will be leaving."
"I will try Professor, but days like this may come up." Harry said, McGonagall waited a few seconds before she nodded.
"Very well, I assume you will need to use the Floo." Harry nodded to her. "The pot is on the table next to the fireplace." She replied before pulling her wand out. "Incendio" Fire shot out from her wand and lite the fireplace.
Harry nodded and walked over to the fireplace, grabbing some powder and throwing it in. "Gringotts!" He called out before stepping in.
McGonagall let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead, while the staff knew Harry was a Lord they didn't think it would cause many problems but now that he had read the bylaws it could. She stood up and grabbed the book before making her way out of her office; she needed to tell not only tell Filius his student was gone but also Albus about the recent development.