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The next morning at breakfast Harry and Neville grabbed seats next to their fellow first years.
They became acquainted with the other boys of their year, Ernie, and Justin.
Justin seemed a little annoying at first, but Harry believed that Justin was actually just a bit insecure, coming from a muggle family and all.
As they were eating Professor Sprout came and gave them their list of classes. Today Wednesday and Friday they had Defense Against the Dark Arts first with the Ravenclaws, Herbology with the Gryffindors, and Trasfiguration with the Ravenclaws.
History of Magic with Slytherins, Charms with the Gryffindors, and finally Potions with Ravenclaws they had on Tuesday and Thursday.
After finishing breakfast Harry made his way with Neville to head to their first class.
Climbing some sets of the moving staircase it became apparent that they had no idea where their class was.
Still wandering around one of the hallways with only ten minutes until class began, they bumped into a fourth year Hufflepuff who introduced himself as Cedric.
Cedric was kind enough to lead them to the class itself, and told them where to find all of their other classes.
They thanked him for showing them the way and went inside the classroom. Spotting Hermione the two went to go sit by her.
Hermione's reaction was different than what he expected when she found out he was Harry Potter. She told him that she was disappointed in herself really for not figuring it out sooner.
"I mean when I think back to it everything fits," she began. "And I understand why you didn't just come out and tell us, I probably would have done the same thing if I were you."
When the class began a young looking man wearing a purple turban came out from his office. He introduced himself as Professor Quirrell. The man had a stutter that made it quite difficult to grasp just what he was trying to say.
The weirdest thing about the class however was whenever Quirrell turned away from the class to write something on the blackboard, Harry felt killing intent emanate from him, but when he turned back to face them it was gone.
Harry found this very strange, and would sent a letter back to the Capital when he could.
Herbology seemed like it was going to be a very hands on course. Professor Sprout made it clear that she expected them each to put their best into their work efforts.
She told them to choose a partner today because they would be working in pairs for the rest of the year.
Ron had asked Harry if he wanted to be his partner, but Harry told him he was already working with Neville. Ron looked put out as he went to go find a Gryffindor partner.
Harry was glad he did partner with Neville as he showed to be quite the natural when it came to plants.
Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall, who lived up to her word and treated Harry just like every other student. She was a bit strict for sure, but she also rewarded students for their performance.
When Harry first heard about History of Magic he thought it would be filled with knowledge of the origins of magic, maybe even some famous witches and wizards.
No.
The class was taught by a ghost of all things named Professor Binns. All Binns did for the entire class was drone on and on about Goblin rebellions for the entire class. The concept might have been interesting, had it not been for the monotone in which Binns talked.
Harry could see that most of the students were asleep, or drifting off. He saw that Daphne was taking notes, but it looked like she might pass out any moment. Her friend Tracey was already out along with Malfoy and the two gorilla looking kids.
One of Harry's favorite classes so far was Charms. It looked like this class would involve the most spell work, aside from Transfiguration. Harry also really liked the professor. Flitwick himself was a fair professor and help the students in any way he could, and encouraged them to always do their best.
The only class Harry hadn't had yet was potions. Cynthia had told him that Professor Snape taught the class and was rather biased.
"He tends to favor the Slytherins and he loathes Gryffindor, he doesn't really bother us or Ravenclaw too much really." She told him.
Making their way down to the dungeons the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws filed into the room when Professor Snape opened the door.
"There will be no silly wand waving or foolish incantations in this class," Snape told the class. "You are here to learn the subtle art of potion making, an art which I do not expect most of you to grasp it, as it may prove difficult for dunderheads."
Harry saw that Hermione looked determined, to show the professor that she was not a dunderhead.
Snape began roll call and stopped when he got to Harry's name. "Ah yes Mister Potter. Our new celebrity," Snape said with a sneer.
"Tell me Potter what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked him.
Harry racked his brain trying to recall what he read in the potions book. "I think the Draught of Living Death sir." Harry responded.
"Not too confident on that one eh Potter? Very well where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?"
"A stomach of a goat sir," Harry said with more confidence.
Snape raised a brow. "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I believe they are the same sir," Harry answered again.
Snape did not ask Harry any more questions after that, but Harry could see that the professor was shooting strange looks and glares his way.
Snape had the students brew a simple wit sharpening potion for their first lesson, it was easy enough assignment as long as they followed the directions Snape had written on the board.
When he wasn't sitting at the front of his desk Snape was walking around the classroom peering over students shoulders and looking at their potions.
He seemed to be trying hard to find something wrong with Harry's potion, but kept quite when he saw that Harry's potion was the exact shade of blue he had written on the board.
Neville seemed to lose confidence under the professors hard gaze, as he ended up messing up his potion which resulted in it burning a hole in the bottom of his cauldron.
Snape had taken twenty points from their house, and had to cancel the rest of the lesson to fumigate the room. The potion had created quite a foul smell as well.
"Well he was a bit unfair," Hermione said as she walked to catch up to Harry and Neville. "I mean he didn't give you any points for answering those questions correctly."
Harry nodded his head. At first he thought that Snape was trying to be the hard teacher. He would be able to see potential in students and then be hard on them to have them use their potential. Maybe he would be hard because the students needed to be pushed.
Instead he came across as being a bully. The class itself seemed like it could be fun, but Snape's personality sucked the fun out of it.
It defiantly wasn't Harry's favorite class.
Having a break before dinner Harry decided to write a letter to everyone back at the Capital to let them know how his first few days were going. He made sure to include the strange feeling he had been getting from Quirrell.
Harry gave the letter to Hedwig, who took it by the beak, and then flew off into the horizon. Harry watched her go until he lost sight of her on the horizon.