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Chapter Seven: First week.
After a short hour, all the boys in the dormitory sake for Harry had fallen asleep, so he jumped out of bed, and walked silently out of the dormitory. The common room was as dead as the dormitory and so Harry walked confidently out through the portrait, closing it as silently as possible, before turning to walk away.
"And just where do you think you are going young man"? asked a voice behind Harry.
Harry froze and turned around slowly, and letting out a sigh of relief when he realized that it was just the portrait. "I was requested at the Headmasters office madam, and so I'm on my way to it now", he lied smoothly.
The Fat Lady looked at him with narrowed eyes for a few seconds. "Very well, I'm sorry dear, young students such as yourself are not supposed to be out late at night", she apologised.
Smiling at her Harry turned away, "won't happen again madam", he said before he disappeared into the shadows. With well practised movements, Harry draped his black cloak tighter around himself, as well as throwing the hood over his head, throwing the upper part of his face in a dark shadow, unconsciously giving him a very intimidating look, to top it of he used the Force to blind others from his presence, only those with a strong mind would notice him, and then most likely only if they were actively looking for him.
And so it was that an eleven year old Harry was walking through the hallways of Hogwarts castle at one Am. While Harry was sneaking through the many passageways, doing his best to memorise the ways through the huge castle his mind was wandering.
'I wonder how I'm going to get home again, the muggles have of course mastered basic space travel but not good enough for me to get back to the Republic'. After thinking hard on the subject Harry came to the conclusion that the best way to get in contact with the Republic would be to build a communication device, however some of the parts he would need was beyond any of the technology Earth could create, 'this would be so much easier if there was someone else from the Republic here', Harry sighed. He had tried before to contact his Master through the bond they shared, but at this huge distance he could only faintly send a feeling of peace, to let his Master know that he was safe, and the faint warmth that ha flowed back through the bond had reassured him that his Master had gotten the message.
'And now I've gotten depressed, I should do something to lighten the mood', looking around the great hall a smirk formed on his face, and through the shadowy depths of his hood a pair of eyes glinting like emeralds twinkled like stars.
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The following morning, stares and whispers followed Harry wherever he went. People were openly staring at him and gesturing at his scar before breaking out into loud whispers. Ignoring them Harry simply chose to move on, blocking out his emotions as he went. When he entered the great hall he stopped for a few seconds admiring the way the sky was without a single cloud on, before moving towards Gryffindor table, whistling a tune he could remember from the summer.
"Good morning study…
"Partner of ours". Said Fred and George. Harry looked at them with a raised eyebrow. "Well, the morning is fair enough, but it wont be 'Good' until someone hits someone else with a prank or five", he said with a smirk.
Just as one of the twins opened their mouth to ask what was going on, a loud shriek could be heard from the Slytherin table.
During his night time escapade Harry had used a few of his prank items that he had bought in diagon alley. More specifically he had used to bottle of 'Vengeance Glue' :wont let go before the correct charm is cast'. He had smeared this on a large part of the Slytherin table benches, as well as a few of the teachers chairs. And to add to the effect he had strapped a few fireworks under the table, set to go off with a small push of the Force.
The result was spectacular. As soon as the fireworks went off, showering Slytherin table with brightly coloured sparks, the startled Slytherins jumped off the benches to get away. Sadly as they were attached to the benches with the invisible and sticky glue, all they managed was to fall in a heap in the floor, screaming and bumbling around.
"WEASLEY…POTTER DETENTION ALL THREE OF YOU, ONE HUNDRED POINT FROM GRYFFINDOR", professor Snape yelled as he sprung up from his chair, tried to in any case. He had managed to sit himself into one of the glued teachers chairs, and the result was that he tipped forward, landing with a great splat face first into a bowl of maple syrup.
With deadly calm he managed to tip his chair back, the sticky syrup flowing slowly down his face. Just as he was going to continue his rant, Harry's last prank struck. The night before he had found several cans of paint, and he had seen fit to place them strategically high up on the small holes where the owls usually came from, and so with one last effort of concentration Harry whipped the cans forward before throwing them out.
Harry, Fred, George and a whole bunch of other students had wisely ducked under the table when the paint descended towards them, however many a student was thoroughly soaked from head to toe in different paints. After the paint had stopped, people had deemed it safe to come back out. At the entrance of the hall a large banner folded out, with letters in bright yellow letters stood.
After falling into a depressive mood last night, I decided
To lighten up the school spirit a bit with a welcome all first
Morning prank. I would thank all of you who participated
As unsuspecting victims and would like to remind all of you
That there is nothing personal, everyone was a potential target.
Yours truly, Mr.Nightmare, the new spreader of fun chaos and
Altogether mischief of this school, have fun at class.
And then the banner just fell to the floor. Everything was silent, you could have heard a pin drop, that was until a timid little Hufflepuff snorted. This seemed as a cue for everyone to start laughing, even a few of the unfortunate Slytherins laughed.
Professor Albus Dumbledore scanned the hall trying to find the culprit, and his eyes finally landed on young Mr.Potter. His eyes laughing uproariously at the mayhem he had no doubt created. Sadly however Albus was without evidence and as such could not catch him in the act.
"Ah yes, a well performed prank by Mr.Nightmare, I would however like to remind him that pranks are unacceptable here at Hogwarts and should he be caught he could risk a few detentions and loss of points, but I would ask him to be so kind and avoid disrupting classes with pranks", as he spoke his eyes was locked onto Harry twinkling at record levels at Harry's expression of pure innocence, not that it was fooling anyone.
Looking over at Minerva, Albus swallowed a bit, her expression stated that she knew exactly who had done this, and Albus just knew he would be in for it later, his Deputy could rant so much that it would bring Molly Weasley to shame on a bad day. He shuddered at the thought of both women tearing into him. Wisely moving away from a fuming professor Mc.Gonagall who apparently loathed the colour pink, much less be covered in it, Albus Dumbledore started waving his wand around, cleaning the paint away, and along with an equally amused Filius Flitwick they released the Slytherins as well as the teachers who were glued to their benches or chairs.
Meanwhile Fred and George looked as though they would worship the ground Harry walked on. "Mate how in the name of Merlin did you manage to pull this off", they along with everyone else at Gryffindor table was firing questions at Harry top speed, until Harry raised a hand to stop them.
"Now if I did this, I wouldn't tell anyone how I did it, after all a prankster never reveals his tricks, so the only thing I shall say is that The Force works in mysterious ways". And while the rest of Gryffindor table was begging him to tell Harry whispered under his breath to Fred and George. "I snuck out last night, and prepared everything, I just need to activate the pranks when I came in", and he laughed when their eyes lit up like Christmas had come early.
"Harry old mate…Old chum", the said. "One day soon we shall have our first meeting so that we can plan some proper pranking", and with that the left to take their timetables from a now gloomy Mc.Gonagall.
"Potter", said Mc.Gonagall through gritted teeth as she handed him the timetable, "please refrain yourself from pranks in my classroom". "I have no idea what you are talking about, but I shall be sure to pass along the message to everyone else", he said with overly forced cheerfulness. Mc.Gonagall just walked off with a sniff, muttering something that sounded like 'just like his father and godfather'. After a glance at his timetable, Harry moved over to where the other first years sat.
"Honestly, I can't see what's so funny about pranks, it's against the rules you know, and besides", Harry realized that an irate Hermione was lecturing what seemed like an annoyed Ron and Seamus, who it appeared had laughed quite good at Harry's prank.
"Hermione, Hermione, what's life without a little pranks? Don't answer that", Harry quickly added as he sat down throwing an arm around her shoulder. "It's an amazing way to raise your mood, and it's a great stress reliever, and besides, if you look around carefully the entire school is in a much brighter mood. As long as their not done out of spite, it's a great way to raise the collective mood, life revolves around more than just books and rules Hermione, think about it", Harry said, before he wandered off, leaving a shocked Hermione behind.
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Harry had been right when he thought that professor Mc.Gonagall was a female witch version of Vrook. Not sooner had they seated themselves in their first transfiguration class before she gave them a real lecture.
"Transfiguration is one of the most difficult subjects you will have here at Hogwarts. Mistakes in this class can have severe effects, and so I will expect your full attention when I'm lecturing, and there shall be NO fooling around, understood"? at the class' nod, she then turned her desk into a pig before changing it back into a desk.
They spent rest of that class reading up on transfiguration, before they were allowed to attempt to turn a match into a needle. Harry who had done it a few times over the summer, used his Holly wand to do it again, trying to get it as fast as possible as well as nonverbal, after a few attempts he could do it without speaking the incantation.
Mc.Gonagall had stopped halfway through her lecture to Neville who had somehow managed to turn his matchstick into a flower that shot some hard seeds at people.
"Mr.Potter, what are you doing"? she said to him as she walked briskly towards him.
"I'm trying to see if I can do it nonverbally, as well as seeing how fast I can do it, after a little practice so that I can do it without barely a thought later, you know learning control and such", he said.
She looked shocked at him, learning nonverbal spells was not before their sixth year and already he was trying to perfect it, as well as learning how to control his magic, to make the transfiguration effortless, that was something that even few wizards attempted. "Please show me again Mr.Potter", she asked.
Harry shrugged, before he waved his wand towards the matchstick, in which it immediately changed into a perfect needle. "Again Mr.Potter, this time back to a matchstick", when Harry once again obliged she looked him appraisingly in the eye. "Well done Mr.Potter, take twenty points to Gryffindor, and met me in my office at seven Friday night", she then turned back to finish lecturing Neville. Harry didn't even notice Hermione narrow her eyes at him in irritation, before huffing and turning back to her own needle.
By the end of the class, Hermione and a Ravenclaw girl Su Li, had also managed to turn the matchstick into a needle earning their respective houses ten points each.
Over the rest of the week Harry slowly got the feel of what kind of classes they would continue with over the year and after that. Herbology was exiting enough, where they learned about different magical plants and their uses, as well as how to care for them. Charms was also very interesting. Professor Flitwick was a very short man who had to stand on a pile of books to see over the top of his desk. Constantly cheerful and exited, he actually fell off his chair when he came to Harry's name first time he took role in class.
Wednesday at midnight they had Astronomy, where they marked name of starts and different constellations and planets, all in all it was a very difficult class for Harry who had other names for many of the stars, and was used to a whole different look at the galaxy. Defence against the dark arts had proved to be nothing but a joke.
Quirrel was constantly stuttering and the entire room stank of garlic, which was supposed to ward off a vampire he had angered once. He informed the class that his turban had once been given to him by an Arab prince for defeating a foul zombie, but when asked for details about the issue, he had whimpered before he started talking about the weather. Yet some of the looks Harry caught Quirrel giving him only amplified Harry's conviction that there was something wrong with Quirrel.
Quirrel hated him above all else, Harry could feel the hate rolling off Quirrel in waves towards him sometimes, and Quirrel had tried twice to enter Harry's mind only to be shoved back. All in all, Quirrel was a man who hated Harry, had a secret agenda he believed, as well as being an amazing actor, as Harry noticed that beside him only professor Snape had realised something off.
History of magic with Binns was…strange. The professor was a ghost, and there were rumours all over the place that he had bored himself to death in the teachers lounge one day, and then suddenly just walked away from his body to continue teaching, and all he did was to drone about different Goblin rebellions in the kind of voice that guarantied constant sleepiness within five minutes, and only Hermione Granger managed to stay away to take notes, she probably believed him to be taking notes too, but Harry was drawing the Temple on a piece of parchment, idly thinking on what his friends was doing, 'Force I miss my speeder', he thought gloomily.
Finally they had arrived at their last class on the Friday, potions. Harry chose this class to sit alongside Ron and Dean, right behind Hermione, Seamus and Neville. The entire class ahd barely managed to get their things out, before the door at the back of the classroom opened with a bang and professor Snape came striding out, with his robes billowing behind him like some sort of arrogant Sith in Harry's opinion.
"There shall be no silly wand waving in this class", Snape said with a silkily soft voice, yet the entire classroom heard him. "I doubt that anyone of you will believe that this is truly magic, few of you will appreciate the softly bubbling potions with their swirling ethereal fumes rising from the cauldrons as something to learn".
He looked arrogantly at the class, with a deep scowl set in his face as he swiped his dark eyes that glittered slightly and almost seemed like tunnels across the classroom. "However if you are willing to listen to me, I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and yes even put a stopper at death", he continued softly as Harry inwardly snorted 'cut down the dramatics will you', before Snape suddenly barked loudly making everyone in the room jump, "Unless you are of course the usual group of dunderhead sent to me every year".
He then went on to take role, calling every students name until he came to Harry. "Ah yes Mr.Potter, I see you deem yourself to important to dress like us mere mortals, ten points from Gryffindor along with a detention for showing up without the school uniform", he sneered.
Harry looked him straight in the eye before uttering one word. "No"! The entire class seemed to hold it's breath at the incoming confrontation. "WHAT DID YOU SAY"? Snape hissed so menacingly that the students closest to him drew backwards in their seats.
Harry continued to look at Snape. "I said no…professor" Harry added. "If you take a look at the school list of requirements that was sent out it only said , and I quote "Three pair of robes :black". It does not say anything on what the robes are supposed to look like, so therefore I'm not breaking any rules at all, so I will have to insist that you return the points as well as cancel the detention", Harry finished.
Snape looked livid, his face had gone a deathly pale as he stared at Harry. "Just as arrogant as your father Potter, a further fifty points from Gryffindor as well as a week of detentions", he said, ignoring the sniggers coming from the Slytherins.
Outside Harry appeared to show no emotion, yet on the inside he was seething, what the hell had he done against Snape to make him hate him so much? Reaching out with the Force, Harry said with an air of command, "You will drop the detentions, you will give back the points".
Snape was halfway through giving in before he managed to shake the mind trick off him, how in the hell had Potter managed to cast something that felt like the imperius curse. Looking Potter in the eye he tried to enter his mind, only to be batted away like a fly. "No" he said, as he tried again, this time pushing harder into Potters mind. This time he was pushed out with force that definitely had a feel of irritation with it, as well as a warning that rang through his mind 'Do not do that again'. Seething with rage, Snape dropped all inhibitions and he whipped out his wand, how dare that brat threaten him like a common dog, "Legillimens", he muttered, and then he found himself inside Potters mind.
The place he was inside was…HUGE. He was in a large square area, with many doors leading out of the room, and the windows showed a view out to a large city. His appreciation was brought to an end however when a man clad in robes similar to potters only they were white and brow instead of black and grey.
'You are not welcome here, begone before you hurt yourself' the voice of an older man said. Snape scoffed at him, and whipped out his wand to fire a curse. The man simply avoided it, before he moved with such speed that Snape hardly thought it was possible, and he was standing a few inches from his face. The next thing Snape felt was pain, as his attack had been reversed and his memories, private memories of a dark past was flashing before his eyes before with a cry of pain he managed to shove Potter out of his mind.
The entire class had been staring in fascination when Snape had cursed Harry. Harry's head had whipped back, and he had been frowning, almost as if trying to force something out, before Snape had collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain, as blood had started to pour from his nose and ears, and then fallen silent.
Snape wiped the blood away from his face before he pointed with a shaky hand towards the door. "Class dismissed, you Potter is coming with me towards the Headmasters office". The class had not needed to be told twice, and had literally bolted from the classroom.
Meanwhile Harry was following Snape towards the Headmasters office, his lightsaber was in his hand unactivated. He was fuming, the rage and anger against Snape was something he had never felt before, and at the moment he doubted that he would have stopped himself from killing Snape if they had broken out into another fight. The memories he had seen from Snape had been quite informing, and Harry had learned more than one piece of information on both Snape's personal life, and things about his parents, things he wanted answered.
They stopped in front of a large gargoyle, and Snape muttered a password under his breath that Harry was unable to catch, and the gargoyle had started spinning upwards, revealing a large round staircase.
Following Snape up the stairs, Snape stopped in front of a door with a large griffin door hammer. Not bothering to knock Snape strode into the office, before slamming the door behind Harry, and then he was off in a rant. After twenty minutes, giving headmaster Dumbledore a heavily edited version of what had happened down in the classroom he calmed himself. "I demand that Potter is expelled Headmaster, he attacked me just like his arrogant father, no respect for the rules, and what's more"…here he was stopped by Dumbledore who held up a hand .
"Now now Severus, I would like to hear Harry's side of the story first", he said gesturing to Harry.
Harry noticed that Snape had gone pale and…worried, perhaps he was afraid of Harry telling the truth of what had happened down there, or was it what Harry had seen in his memories. Turning his face towards Dumbledore, Harry removed all emotion from his face, so that his eyes were cold and hard as steel, with an equally hard voice Harry started, "What I would like to know first Sir, is why in the world you are allowing the man who is the reason my parents are dead teach here", Harry said, allowing his anger show over his face, and he noted with great satisfaction that Dumbledore's face had gone a pasty white, while Snape had palled even more and had started shivering.
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AN: Okay, so now we know at least one of the memories Harry watched. He's not going dark, but he refuses to be manipulated or bullied by others, and he is going to cause more than one headache for Dumbledore, but as you can see from his pranks, he also has a humorous side to him.
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