Remnant Legacy
A/N: I own nothing but the idea of this story; all rights belong to J.K. Rowling
Arnold DeVillena- I'll have Neville replace Ron; and yes Ron is very annoying, he's kind of expressed that way in the early HP books.
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Chapter 4- New Starts
Harry awoke and after a brief shower, headed down to the Great Hall, on the way he met up with Jasmine stifling a yawn. "So how's the Raven Nest?" he asked using a common mokier for the Ravenclaw house dorms.
She shrugged, "not bad, quiet mostly, they have their own library; entrance is weird, asks riddles when you want to come in, probably a mental exercise. How's the Lion's Den?"
"Cushy, members are a bit loud, wouldn't be hand to fade into the background if I didn't have this." He said pointing towards his scar.
As he finished, they entered the Great hall, quickly finding Hermione and Daphne, he raised a hand in greeting, once at the table he started to eat his breakfast. As the first years ate McGonagall passed out the schedules, a short glance showed that she would be their first class at Hogwarts. Now only one problem remained: "How do I find the class?" he asked aloud.
"Page 192 of Hogwarts: A History." Turing, he saw Hermione sitting with said book propped against a jar of pumpkin juice (wizards drank pumpkin juice, strange), "I'll show you once breakfast is done."
Thanking her, Harry continued with the meal. Once finished Harry, Hermione and Jasmine set out for the class, soon the trio entered the classroom only to find a grey tabby with markings around its eyes, giving the impression of glasses. 'So McGonagall is a cat person' Harry thought as they took their seats. The rest of the class filtered in, Gryffindors and Slytheirins, including Daphne who gave them a friendly wave. Once the hour began, the cat leapt off the desk, transforming into their teacher, startling the class. Showing a bit of a smirk, she welcomed the class while turning her desk into a pig that would have earn a blue ribbon at any county fair, before reversing the change. Noticing Harry giving he an amused grin she addressed him: "something funny you wish to share with the class Mr. Potter?"
"Sorry Professor, when I came I I thought you were a cat person, I didn't think that you were the cat yourself."
"It's quite alright Mr. Potter, I am what is called an animagnus: a witch or wizard capable of transforming into an animal at will; we will discuss this subject in detail in you third year.
She passes out matchsticks to each student and instructed them in how to turn the pieces of wood into metal pins, the rest of the period was spend in trying to perform the feat. About ten minutes into this Ronald and Seamus burst into the class only to be reprimanded the strict teacher. Soon the class ended with Harry and his friends showing any progress, earning a few points for their houses and a small smile from their teacher.
So the day went with meeting their different teachers. Professor Flitwick, the diminutive charms teacher, who Harry head heard of during his time with the goblins and was instructed to seek him out to continue his combat lessons as well as any teaching he had received under the goblins.
Professor Quirell, who he had me in the small pub that lead to Diagon alley, stuttered constantly and stank of garlic; supposedly due to a vampire who had a vendetta against him. Except for a few lessons, which amounted to common sense, the class was largely useless.
Professor Binns, was a literal ghost teacher, making the fact that he could pass through objects, in his case the blackboard, aside from that the teacher donned on about goblin rebellions, ignored anyone who presented conflicting views (Jasmine and Harry), and easily put most of the class asleep with in the first 15 minutes, the only ones left were either devoted Ravenclaws, Harry and Hermione.
Suffice to say, Harry found it more productive to do self-study for both Defense and History.
Later, Harry and company headed down to the dungeons for his first potions class with Severus Snape: potions master of Hogwarts and infamous head of house for Slytheirn, from what Harry had heard from the upper years, he favored his own students while taking off massive amounts of points from the other houses over the course of the school year. Soon the students found themselves in a cold, dank classroom with only a few candles lit to provide any kind of heat/illumination. At each desk Harry recognized a set-up similar to a gas stove with caldrons held over where the flame would be. Harry sat at a desk with Hermione, Daphne with Tracy, Neville, unfortunately with Ronald.
The professor strode into the room with black, billowing robes, "There will be no silly wand waving in this classroom. Now I don't expect you to understand the art of potion making, the simmer of a cauldron or the precision needed for the upper echelons of my instruction." This that Severus Snape began calling roll, the tone this was done in clearly showed them how he thought of his career was well as all of them; beneath him. Once he reached Harrys name said boy got a chill up his spine that had nothing to do with the room's temperature. "I am here to instruct you in the art of potion brewing if you're not the usual batch of dunderheads I have to deal with I will be able to teach you how to brew madness and put a stopper to death. He paused to let his words sink in, listening to the familiar scratch of quills. he directed his gaze to Harry Potter. The boy was the image of his dammed father, even more painful to him was the boy had her eyes. "well then let's see what precious prince Potter knows.' He said to himself.
"Potter!" the greasy haired man shouted.
"Yessir?" The boy said looking up from his notes.
"What would I get from an infusion of wormwood and powered root of asphodel?"
"Sorry sir, no idea."
Snape sneered "fame isn't everything it seems, let's try again; where would you find a beazoar if I asked you to?"
This one Harry knew "The stomach of a goat sir."
Snape gave a sight frown "What is the difference between monkswood and wolfsbane?"
"They are the same plant, also known as aconite."
"Not bad, very well, the instructions are on the board; failure to do so will lead to you injury." He waved his wand to make instructions appear and spent the rest of the class sneering and taking shots at the student at any chance he could get. Eventually, something had to give. Ronald Weasley has somehow caused his cauldron to melt, splashing the liquid in side on himself and poor Neville, causing the boys to erupt with boils.
"Stupid fools! The assignment was to make a potion to cure boils, not cause them! Out with you both; ten points from Gryffindor each!" Snape bellowed before rounding on Harry, "Thought you could have Longbottom and Weasley mess up to make yourself look better, eh Potter?"
"What?" Harry said, understandably confused at the teacher's aggression.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, class dismissed." The greasy man declared, before billowing out the classroom.
Later that night after Harry finished his assignments for the day, he spent time with Hedwig, telling the owl about his day; a habit they had formed during the past month; he told her about the kinds of magic he was learning, and his opinions of his teachers thus far. "well girl, I need to get to bed, see you in the morning." He carefully wrapped an arm around the owl giving her a hug, receiving an affectionate nip on his ear.
Harry quickly clambered into his four poster bed he quickly fell asleep, looking forward the new day learning about the world that promised a better life and the chance to make his mark in the world.
Daphne- Most often, she is portrayed as the Ice Queen of Hogwarts-meaning that she has a cold and aloof attitude; usually versed in the inner workings of wizarding politics, highly intelligent and clever; as benefiting a 'True Slytherin'. Given time though she begins to open up to those she becomes close to. She is a refreshing contrast to Harry and the other girls. Like Luna she is already contracted to Harry to help bring the old wizarding nobility families closer. The main charm of Daphne Greengrass is that she is a largely unknown character in the cannon Potterverse, giving the author the freedom of interpreting her however they see fit. For my purposes, she'll be a cool, smart beauty that prompts a lot of the debates in the group; also she'll work behind the scenes to find legal loopholes to be exploited by Harry and Co.
