The bedroom was nice and my backpack was beside my bed when I came inside it. I placed a few wards to prevent thief and snoring from the outside.
I shared the room with Ron, Neville, and Seamus. They were looking at me like I was some kind of a God.
"Look, if you guys want to talk to me, just talk."
After that all of them asked me if what they said in the books were right, and I told them they were lies.
"Where do you live, Harry?" Ron asked me a different question that surprised me.
"I live in Manchester," I replied shortly. "I'm pretty tired from all of the journey from London to Scotland, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep. Good night, guys."
After I felt all of them were asleep, I got out of the room to looked for the Weasley Twins.
I looked for the energy signatures that were similar with one another in a very close proximity with one another.
As I found them, I made my way towards their room. I opened the door and checked if there was any booby traps set by the Twins.
Seeing there was none, I walked to the Twins' bed and shook them lightly. In response, they mumbled something I couldn't comprehend. Seeing my efforts were in vain, I shot a bit of stinging hex towards them. But before I did that, I put up silencing wards around us.
"HOLY MOTHER!" shout George, or was it Fred, I didn't know.
"Greetings, Fred and George Weasley. I am Harry Potter, and I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night,"
My name caught their attention, "To what do we owe the pleasure of this sudden visit, ickle Harrikins?"
"Or are you perhaps wanna buy-"
"-the latest product of-"
"-Weasley Wheezes!" they did their trademark speech to me and I shook my head in denial.
"I believe you have the thing that should be mine by the rules of inheritance," my words seemed cryptic to them as they looked at each other.
"And what is this 'thing', ickle Harrikins?" George asked. How did I know? Legilimency, for once.
"It is the Marauder's Map, George."
Came the morning was a drag. It was the first day at school, though, so I got up from my bed and took a bath. And then went out to the common room already with in robes.
I pulled up the map, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
The map revealed the contents and I looked for a name of one Hermione Granger. She was still in her room. A few moments later she moved down to the common room and I put the map back to my pocket.
"Good morning, Hermione."
And I didn't get a reply. Instead, I was slapped on the arm by her.
"You lied to me about your name?" she asked with an angry face.
"Well first, I don't lie, technically. I gave you my name on the train."
"You said your name is James. But it turned out that you are the infamous Harry Potter!" thankfully the common room was empty so no one could hear her sudden shouting.
Not taking any chances, I put up a silencing ward using my wand.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I put up a silencing ward around us so our argument doesn't wake the rest of the common room," she was was confused and then shocked.
"Let's clear the air first. My name is Harry James Potter. So when I said I wasn't lying, I was being honest. And about the ward, don't tell anyone please. I don't need more attention than I already have."
"That was an advance thing, right? So you already learn ahead?" well that was a pretty much safe assumption from her.
"Yeah. I learned how to do it from my godfather. I could teach you if you want," I said and that got her smiling. She's beautiful.
"Let's have breakfast, shall we?"
The first lesson of the day was transfiguration. I was listening to Professor McGonagall telling us first years about how dangerous and difficult transfiguration was.
After the lecture, we finally tried to transform a match stick into needle. She told us the spell and wand motions. I stopped paying attention when I received her assignment.
I pulled out my wand and pointed it to the match. I willed it to turn into a needle. And then it turned into one.
To pass the time, I decided to play with it a bit. Changing the material for the needle from metal, copper, gold, silver and so on. I also added several design to it.
I waved my wand multiple times until McGonagall called me out.
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing?" she asked with her stern Scottish accent voice.
"Doing your assignment, Professor," she looked at my work and widen her eyes slightly and then composed herself back.
"For how long have you completed this?"
"I don't know. From the moment you gave the assignment and I waved my wand for the first time?" I said not really sure on how to deal with this.
"Ten points to Gryffindor."
I looked to Hermione who just smiled at me and I smiled back.
Transfiguration was over and I was heading to the dungeon with Hermione to Potions class. I have warned Hermione of Snape and she would keep her wit in check.
The class pairs were Gryffindor and Slytherin just like the canon. And then Snape made his mysterious like entrance with his cloak billowing behind him.
He started his monologue of no stupid wand waving, foolish incantation, and not being able to grasp the subtle science behind potion making. And his monologue take a turn in he could teach students how to brew glory, bottle fame, even put a stopper to death.
"-not pay attention!" was what I heard before the whole class was turned towards me.
Hermione nudged me and I looked forward to faced Snape.
"Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"The Draught of Living Death, sir."
"It seems you got lucky, Potter. Let's try again. Where would you look if I ask you to find a bezoar?"
"From your cupboard of course, sir," hearing my response got Snape's face turning red. "But the source of a bezoar is from the stomach of a goat."
"Ten points from Gryffindor for being cheeky," I sighed internally as he just took points from a biased judgment.
"What's the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?"
"They are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite, sir."
After that Snape let me go and said, "Well, why aren't you all write it down?" and all of the first years wrote it down.
We continued the lessons over the basic procedure. Before we knew it, the lesson was over.
"I expect all of you to finish the assignment I gave you in two days. Potter, stay."
"Go on ahead, Hermione. I'll catch up later."
Hermione nodded at me and walked out of the class to the Great Hall for lunch.
"What can I do for you, Professor Snape?" I asked him politely.
"How do you know all the answers? You learned potions with Black?" he asked.
"No. Sirius didn't teach me potions. But, if you wanted to tell me about your regrets over my mother's death, you didn't need to do it in front of the class."
The bomb had been dropped and Snape look flabbergasted at that.
"You knew what was beyond the questions."
"I must say I am angry with you, Professor. While I understand your hatred for my father for his actions in the past. I won't find excuse to justify his and his friends actions towards you in the past because I know it is wrong. But you seem to forget that I also my mother's son. I may be James Potter's son, but I am not James Potter. I am my own person. I hope whatever hatred you have for my father, you keep it in yourself. He's dead and you're still alive. Have a good day, Professor."
I left his class and headed towards the Great Hall.