I suppose being a lazy bastard is not a excuse right ?
Well, anyway, another chapter on the way, focusing on when Harry discover the new class that he will learn.

Hope you enjoy.

Harry pushed the door open. All the eyes turned to him, and he putted his best smiling face on.

Without missing a bit, the necromancer-in-training walked into the room, past his classmates, to the front row, and sat down next to one Slytherin.

No one said something, and even the teacher stayed a full minute just glaring at him. Harry still maintained his facade, taking out his stuff and looking straight at the professor.

"It seems that Mister Potter finally decided to join us, "said professor Snape coldly.

He turned around, making his coat fly a little, and walked to the chalkboard. With grand gesture, he wrote his name on it before turning once again, facing the class, hand on his desk.

"I will be your teacher for the next year to come. "He began, pausing as he looked at each of his students.

He walked around the desk, stopping in front of it, and hand behind his back.

"Under me, you will learn the dangerous art of potion making. You will learn to cure disease, brew emotion… or even put a stopper, to death." He continued, looking straight at Harry.

Mist-Pevrel, who was floating next to the teacher, since Harry entered, turned to Harry.

"Queue in the dramatic silence," said the close-to-be-ghost.

"That is, of course, if you are not the dumb head that I had to teach last year" finished the teacher, content with the effect of his word on the student, but obvious of the necromancer next to him.

Harry, still with his façade on, tried to think of the possibilities of what could potion do, if what the teacher say was true. His housemate seemed didn't seemed to be frightened of the professor. No, scratch that, the pureblood seemed not to be frightened by the professor. He saw one of the two half-blood girl, Davis he thought, shaking in her seat.

On the other side of the room, why where they separated anyway? Gryffindor where also not as relaxed as their green counterpart. Was Severus Snape a pretty famous name in the wizard world? He would have to search about that later on.

"Instructions are on the board, I will take what you made in two hours." Said the potion master as he began to walk around the class.

Harry looked on the board, and began to read the instruction. The more of it he read, the more it seemed to be a recipe of some sort. Of course the ingredient where not what he was accustomed with, but he just had to look into it for a bit.

What was a cockatrice ?

"Hey, Harry, why where you late ?" asked a voice next to him.

For the first time since he entered, Harry saw that the person he sat next to was not the one he thought it would be . His name was …

"Nott , right ? " he asked.

"Yes, most of my friend call me Theo tho," he said while nodding, " but that's not the question, why are you late ?"

Harry thought about it, and saw no harm in telling his classmate the truth. He made a move for Theo to came closer and talked.

"I got lost" said Harry in a whisper.

Theo backed away, raising an eyebrow at Harry, and , seeing a faint blush on his face, laughed. The shadow of professor Snape made of his laugh a short one.

Harry shot a short glare at Nott as his fellow Slytherin looked at them strangely.

"Uh. Look like someone is angry," said his master while pointing in a direction, behind them.

Harry followed the direction with his gaze, and almost immediately turned back when he crossed the silver eyes that glared at him. An apparently very pissed Dawn was looking at Harry as if it could kill. Next to her was an empty place.

"Look like the little princess don't like when you ignore her," said Pevrell, two glowing blue balls in the mist .

Harry gulped, and tried to focus on the task at hand. Namely, creating a potion. He looked at the blackboard, and then at the ingredient before him. He stayed like that, just looking at the board, then at the multiples object before him, placing a name on each of them.

Then, under the watching eyes of both his master and his new teacher, he took off.

Cutting a root, smashing another one, boiling a purple liquid, shaking a glass vial. Honestly, it wasn't as difficult as Snape made it sound like. Well, it was a dangerous game where an error could made your preparation burn, but to someone like Harry who learned patience, perseverance and perfection early, it was way more easier.

The cold shiver that Pevrell would create when trying to hit him when he did something bad helped. Yeah. That too.

He was barely aware that Theo looked at him with wide eyes, backing away from him and his potion, while the two people behind him, Crabe and Goyle it seemed, put their book in front of them, as a shield of some sort.

His hand moved fast, but with extra carefulness around the ingredients and the cauldron before him. It was professor Snape that brought him back to reality, pushing him away, wand ready.

"Stupid child!" he yelled trough gritted teeth.

Harry blinked once, then twice, looked around him and seeing all the class looking at him. He looked at mist-Pevrell, who seemed to shrug.

He looked at Snape, above his potion, moving his wand and murmuring things. Less than a minute after Snape shoved him away, the potion master looked away from the potion, a pensive look on his face. When he saw the students looking at him, he put his glare on and backed away.

"Twenty point to Slytherin for creating a … passable potions" he said, barely above a whispers.

All eyes turned to Harry, who had blank face. As if noticing the gazes, Harry expression became the smiley one that he wore since the feast.

"But I'll be careful next time, mister Potter," said Snape, " Don't let the success go to your head. Next potions failure won't simply be just burning away, or-"

A explosion from the Gryffindor side cut him.

"Ten points from Gryffindor !" roared the potions master.

Next class was transfiguration, and Harry, pulled by a very lively Dawn, arrived before the teacher was even there.

After sitting down, once again, next to a girl who seemed wasn't even mad a minute ago, thought he could do that to, but he was getting off topic, he took out his book and backed a little away from the smirking girl.

"Say, how did you do that ? In potion I mean. I thought you never brew one ?" asked the girl.

"I never did, it simply looked a lot like cooking. From my point of view I mean," he answered, getting back on his word when he saw her raised eyebrow.

"I… suppose it did", admitted the pure-blood, " forgot that you cooked for your relatives"

Harry nodded, looking around the class, trying to figure what transfiguration could be. Professor Mcgonagall was the teacher, apparently.
Apart the cat sitting on the teacher table, it seemed that the class was basically blank of everything.

"Try looking with magic, my child" said the chilly voice of Pevrell between him and Dawn.

Harry did what he was asked to do without question, even if magic sensing was not something that he tried outside of his mind.

He closed both of his hand and tensed his body at a maximum. In theory, it kind of worked like a sonar. Well, that was the thing he could compare it too with Pevrell explanation. He needed to close the most connection he could with magic from his body, and then reopen them with a burst of said magic.

Yeah, right. As if that was the real way of making it. Never mind Pevrell saying that he needed to find how it was really done, it worked for him for now.

He pushed the magic out of his body while releasing the tension of his muscle, without success. He repeated the process three more times before he felt himself lighter at the fourth try.

For less that he second, it was as if he could 'feel' the magic in the room and 'sense' their holder.
Air left his body, and he gripped his hand on the table to stop himself from losing balance.

As he was trying to get his normal breathing cycle back, he tried to sort the information that he gathered.

When he understood them, he widened his eyes looking at the feline on the desk. The feline that was watching him very intensely. He gulped once, and looked away, trying to make like he totally did not release a burst of magic, something that he totally should had never learned.

"Of course she is looking at you like that, I'm sure that even the teacher of the floor above and bellow sensed it !," said Pevrell while trying to smack his head, " try to control the portion of magic you release before doing it ! Or you'll end up tired like you are !"

Harry frowned and turned to the wall before answering.

"Well, if only you taught me how to do that" he whispered.

"What did you say ?" asked Dawn from next to him.

"Nothing !" Said Harry as he turned back to the wizard-cat.

Just as the cat seemed to want to jump of the desk, the door opened and entered one redhead, Weasley, he thought.

The cat then jumped of the desk, transforming into one Miss McGonagall, and started to lecture said redhead. The rest of the lesson, apart from Harry bothering the teacher to tell him how to change into an animal, was eventless.

Another day, another class. This time, It was Herbology, and the young wizard didn't quite know what to expect.

In fact, when asking his housemates, nobody knows what to expect.

"It help with potion," explained Dawn," or so my father say. He says that fresh ingredients are better than bought ones."

Harry nodded to the girl seated next to him, awaiting their teacher in the greenhouse. With Gryffindor again, apparently.
Someone really wanted them to fight each other. The headmaster?

Harry pictured the headmaster as a manipulative man in his head. Well, he tried.

"Want a secret my child ? Old men are either coward or manipulative bastard." said the mist like Pevrell from next to him.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"They are either the one who run from the fight to stay alive, or the one who survived the fight because they tricked their enemies." Explained the necromancer.

Harry looked at Pevrell, blinking once. Twice.

"I look old. Not that I am not, but I usually use my magic to stay in shape. You know… you have to appeal the lady." Continued the close-to-be-ghost.

They stared at each other for some moments. And Harry slowly shook his head.

"Right. You're eleven. Got to remember that. We'll get to that eventually." Said Pevrell before fading from existence, returning inside the book surely.

Just as Harry turned his head back to the other students, a lady entered the greenhouse, smiling joyfully.

"Right class ! I'm Pomona Sprout, your teacher for this class," began the woman," I also am the head of the Hufflepuff house. Nice to meet you !"

Well, even if he did not learn something from this class, the teacher seemed nice.

Well, Harry did learn something. He was bad with plant. No, it was more like plant did not 'act' well with him. They did not do what they should do. Which was weird because he helped Petunia a lot with the garden back then. And he liked it a bit too.

Maybe it has to do with his necromancer training? Maybe, maybe not, he would have to talk with Pevrell about it.

Anyway, next new class was charm. Harry did not actually know the difference between all the type of magic, and did not know either why charm was exactly. Sure he read book about it, but magic was still brand new to him, this type of magic anyway, and, quote, "use magic to charm an object and made it do what you want" was pretty vague.

Once again, he sat, of his own volition of course, next to Dawn, in a room that looked a lot like a theater, with seat that were the lowest in the front, and the highest in the back. They were in the middle. No need to stand out more than they already were.

They teacher came soon after the last students, and Harry was surprised by who it was. He looked a lot like the goblin of the bank, with a more human feel to him.

Of course, Harry saw him at the feast, but he did not pay too much attention to him, and the seat made him look taller. So Hogwarts let non-human teach magic, or mixed blood ? Where the government liked to think them inferior ?

That was interesting. Maybe Hogwarts was not as bad as Pevrell made it look like. Maybe.

But apart that, the class was eventless, once again. He tried, and failed the 'wingardium leviosa' or whatever charm, as did all the class. From what he heard at the feast latter, only the bushy haired girl from Gryffindor achieved it, and boasted quite a lot.

He was not jealous at all. Not. One. Bit.

"Deception is better used on mind other that oneself, my child" said the ghost next to him, two blue ball glowing in the mist.

Astronomy was … strange. To say at least. More than the fact that they needed to wake up in the middle of the night to observe the star, the teacher did not actually said why it was useful. She only said which star was which, and how to recognize them.

If it wasn't for Pevrell, he would have thought this class useless, as did most of his housemates apparently.

"Astronomy is pretty important, my child," began the close-to-be ghost "More than your teacher made it look like. It is very useful for ritual, and for certain potion too."

Pevrell pointed to a big group of star in the sky.

"For example, if you where to try the ritual to summon …" he looked around, and approached Harry "Her," he took back his position "right when this constellation is at the fullest, you would contact another being, the Darkstalker, if you want to know, and it would have been a very different meeting. More bloodier."

Harry shuddered, at both the memory of 'Her' and the fact that he could have died if he did not listen to Pevrell and did the ritual by himself, earlier, like he wanted to do.

The young necromancer in training looked into the sky, and at each star before him. For a moment, he lost himself in the vast ocean of darkness.

"Don't stare too much," interrupted Pevrell "You don't know what dwell in the vastness of space"

Harry raised an eyebrow, and opened his mouth to talk, but Pevrell interrupted him by putting his mist like hand on his shoulder. Just then, he heard an inhuman… scream, or roar, accompanied by a vision of a…

He shook his head, and took notice that all his body was trembling. A single tear rolled down his eyes, a tear that he quickly wiped away.

"Don't stare too much, my child" said Pevrell once again, "Just long enough to know what you need"

Harry nodded, but he did not stare at the starry night for the rest of the night. Nor for the next week.

What to say about dark art... Not much. On the paper, the class seemed pretty interesting: learning the treats that they could encounter, and how to protect themselves from it, or what creature were what, where to encounter them …

But in reality, they did not learn a single thing. Harry tried, he really tried to understand what the teacher was saying. But the only thing he got to wrote down where that vampire. Didn't. Like. Garlic.

What a nice class that was. Well, Harry guessed he could not complain. One teacher was bad, the other were not. More than that, apparently, the teacher was only new from this year. Meaning that the headmaster may search another one for next year.

Yeah. Nice mentality Harry, one year lost . The practical way of seeing thing from Pevrell really got to him.

On another note, he felt something familiar during class. Something that he know, yet did not remember. Something… dark.

Guess that was pretty normal in a defense against the Dark Art class. Onto the next class.

Harry was pretty nervous about flying. Dawn talked a lot about it, saying that it was one of the best, if not the best, sport ever created, that flying was the best sensation in the world, that blablabla.

He kind of turned away the rest of what she was saying, sorry Dawn, but he was ner- apprehensive. Not nervous. Or at least he was good at hiding it. On the outside.

He looked at his other classmates, searching for the emotion he was not showing. He sighed internally at seeing Gryffindor once again. Someone really, like, really wanted them to coexist. Or to war against each other. He did not care either way.

Anyway, he did find nervousness on some people face, while other were boasting. Pureblood, or half blood at least. Seeing as some of the one he categorized as 'pure or half blood' were showing some sign or restrain. He guessed that fear of height also existed in the wizard world.

"So, What do you think ?" asked Dawn, bringing him out of his thought.

He turned her way, and smiled the best smile he could. Not saying a word.

Just as the silence was beginning to be long, and as Dawn raised an eyebrow, a frown forming on her face, he saw someone enter the courtyard.

"We'll see later, the teacher is here" he said, turning to the newly arrived teacher. Or at least he hoped she was.

"Hello, hello !" said the teacher as she walked to them, "I'm Madam Hooch ! I'll be the one that teach you how to flight. Or leave the ground at least !"

She passed each one of them, Harry included, and turned around.

"Shall we begin ?" she asked with a smile, showing everyone her eyes. Yellow, hawk like eyes.

"Now that's interesting" said Pevrell from next to him, "It has been sometimes since I saw someone like that."

Harry walked next to a broom, listening to both of his teacher. Well, his teacher and his master anyway.

"She is a harpy. Or at least part harpy," began Pevrell ,"they were bird like creature. But contrary to other like vaela, they are of both sex and don't have elemental abilities."

Harry nodded to the explanation, and raised a hand above the broom like his other teacher was saying.

"Up" he demanded the broom.

In a swift movement, the broom left the grass and flew straight to his hand. Harry widened his eyes. That was cool.

He looked around and saw that apart of some Gryffindor , everyone as their broom in their hand. Do they needed to put some sort of magic behind the word? In that case, can every word they said could do something if they put enough magic behind?

He continued to think about it, as he … sat? On his broom. For a moment only, he questioned the situation, before he remembered that they were 'wizard'. Like old wizard.

"Broom were used, at the beginning, because it was way easier to hide than a skeletal horse. Then thestral were discovered. Anyway ! your thought earlier about magic and word was pretty interesting ! Your scholar-mation is coming earlier than I thought."

Harry ignored Pevrell, and jumped a little from the ground, but he did not touch the ground again. Immediately, a strange, fear like sensation took him, and for a moment, he did not move.

A scream brought him out of his stupor as a broom shoot up from the ground, with a student above. It flew around quickly pulsing around left and right before going straight into the wall. The student flew from the broom and tried, with success, to grab something. A gargoyle or something like that it looked.

"Don't do-" began Pevrell.

Without thinking, Harry wished his broom to go higher and float in the direction he faced. In little time, he found himself under said student, letting the broom go and raising his arm.

Just at the right time, as the classmates above him let go of the statue, screaming.

Harry caught the falling mass the best he could, making his broom lose height rather quickly, in direction of the ground. Harry willed the broom to stop, but found it hard with a person screaming and wiggling in his arm.

The broom slowed down, but he could not completely calm it, and they hit the grass rather badly. It was better than a crash Harry guessed while wincing.

"Harry !" yelled a familiar voice as the rest of the class approached them.

He saw the Slytherin group reaching him, with shock written on their face. Behind them, he saw the Gryffindor with a different expression that he did not make at first. Was that awe?

"Let me trough! Let me trough!" yelled the teacher while pushing the class.

She crouched next to him, stern look in her eyes.

"How are you, young man ?" she asked slowly.

Harry tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't. Like he weighted a lot much. When he looked at his torso, he found out why. The Gryffindor that he saved was lying on his body, apparently passed out, as he took the most of the impact.

"I'm fine, but I won't be against something against pain" said Harry while smiling at the teacher.

She sighed and took out her wand, making them float.

"I'll take you to the nurse, class dismissed !"

He know that Snape would want to say something to him, but he hoped that he would not.

"Very Gryfondorish of you, Mr. Potter." Said the man, looking at him from the end of the infirmary bed.

Harry smiled, not wanting to interrupt the man who seemed had a bad feeling with him.

"Did the hat was wrong? Do you think of that bravery is better than wisdom ? Better than unity ? It wasn't even a student from your house." Asked the potion master harshly.

Harry smile fell.

"I value a life better than some school frivolity, sir." He said before he could truly think of what to say.

Snape looked at him, eyes a little wider than usual, before frowning.

"20 for Slytherin for saving another student from harm." He said before leaving the infirmary.

Hary sighed. Why did he even wanted to help ! He was supposed to be train to think before acting.

It has to do with the broom. Mounting the thing made him lighter. In a weight sense. Like he lose a shackle or something like that.

Another problem on the list. What a great beginning.

Harry supposed that history of magic would have been like any other history class. Boring. It was not that the subject was not interesting. Harry loved history. It was just that the teacher of said class would usually bore their students to death because of their way of talking.

Well, Hogwarts tried to be more subtle. It was the teacher that was dead. The one making class was indeed a ghost.

He was still boring to death.

So, indeed , Harry was ready for what sounded like any other history class. Only, this time. Something weird happened.

Harry was trying his hardest to stay awake, seeing as it was their first class of the day, contrary to most of his classmate. The writing on the paper before him were becoming less and less understandable as his eyes closed against his will while his hand did not follow what he wanted it to do.

Then, suddenly, the teacher stopped talking. Harry did not remark it at the beginning, losing a battle against sleep.

"Mr. Potter … isn't it ?" asked a raspy voice slowly.

Harry's head immediately went up, eyes half closed. He looked around, and saw the ghostly figure of his teacher next to him.

"Could you wait a moment after class please ," he asked calmly.

Harry nodded, smiling, and a little angry at being the one caught sleeping by the teacher. Usually, he would be the more sneaky one, but the training from last night with Pevrell tired him a lot.

And so Harry waited for the class to end, and waited after that to talk with the teacher.

When the teacher saw that everyone was gone, he approached Harry. Who bowed .

"I'm sorry, I really am, professor. But last night was astrology, and we slept really late and-"

"I know what you are necromancer." Cut the ghost, still calm.

Harry stopped cold. His smile fell, and white like energy began to converge in his hand and he pointed it at the ghost.

So here we are ! Tu du du ! What is going to happend !

Pretty obvious if you want to know actually. Seen this in quite some story.

I... did not write the gender of Nevill YET. As you may have seen, cause, why not .

I'll try tu update my other hp story next, and maybee the other one. But the other hp surely. Then this one.

Ps: don't mind the part with the great beast in space, was lost in my desilusion.
(could make a great story tho "Hp and the deep space connection" kek)

Hope you enjoyed.