Disclaimer! I still don't own Harry Potter.

A/N All spells in this chapter that aren't named in the original series are made up using google translator. It's just English to Latin.

The next morning came all too soon for Harry. His bed was wonderful and warm, and the stone floor of his tiny dorm room was cold and all but inviting. After his alarm went a third time, he pulled himself out of bed with a sigh. A quick glance at his wrist watch told him he had less than an hour to eat breakfast before classes began. He started to panic, having not showered or even unpacked any of his school clothes the night before.

"Good morning, Harry." Draco called from outside his door. Harry opened it looking disheveled and tired.

"I don't have time, Drake! I woke up too late! I still need to shower and I can't find my left shoe!" Harry started to pace back and forth, throwing clothing and book around. Draco laughed a little.

"Why not use the pamphlet they gave us last night? There a shower charm in there, that might help. I can go ask someone if they know a lost item spell." Harry didn't respond, already pouring over the pamphlet looking for spells to help him. Draco laughed a little and headed for the common room. A few moments later, Draco returned with Terry and an older boy named Roger Davies. Harry hadn't managed to cast the shower charm, but he was dressed now. Except for his shoe.

"Wow. Your room is a mess, Black. Best make sure to pick up after classes, or you'll hear it from Flitwick. And for future reference, the lost item spell is Reperio, and it's just a quick swish with your wand. You have to be focused on the item you want though, or it wont find anything. It helps to state what you're looking for as part of the spell. Give it a try." Davies said, showing the boys how to cast the spell. Harry tired first.

"Reperio Left Shoe." He said with a swish of his wand. His shoe started to glow, making it visible beneath the pile of clothes he'd left in the corner by his bed. Throwing Davies a grateful look, he stuffed his foot into the shoe. "Um, Roger? I couldn't get the shower charm right, either, Could you…?" Harry trailed off. Davies smiled and nodded.

"That's what I'm here for. I'm a prefect. The wand movement is a little tricky for that one. You have to make three quick circles above your head while you cast, else it wont work right." Davies mimed the movement. All three boys tried the spell, Terry being the only one to have any successes with it. Davies gave him an approving smile. After several more failed attempts, Harry and Draco looked at Terry.

"Would you mind?" Draco asked, a little embarrassed. Terry grinned.

"Sure, but it'll cost you." Harry looked at his watch again. Only 20 minutes left for breakfast.

"Deal. Just do it so we have time to eat. " Harry said. Draco blinked at him in surprise, but didn't have time to protest. Terry cast the charm and the boys went down to the great hall.

The hall, while still quite fancy with its enchanted ceiling, was much less impressive than it had been the nigh before. The food was fine though. Harry tore through his pancakes, barely grunting at the prefect who handed him his schedule. Draco was equally interested in the bacon and eggs that graced his plate. Anthony caught them just as they finished and began to pack up to head to class.

"Hey guys. Why were you three so late to breakfast?" Anthony asked, swinging his pack on his shoulder. Draco shrugged.

"Some people couldn't be convinced to get out of bed, and was wholly unprepared for the start of classes today." He said, giving harry a pointed look. Harry shoved him.

"Sorry I'm not some super powered, all knowing, omnipotent being." Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's okay Harry," Terry said, "I know not everyone is as gifted as I am." The other boys laughed, Anthony flicking a wadded up piece of parchment at him. Harry pulled his schedule out and paused in the halls to get a good look.

"Looks like we have Defense classes first, with Uncle Remus, er… Professor Lupin." Draco read over Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded.

"And Transfiguration after that. Then lunch."

"And after lunch?" Terry pushed them along the hallway, not wanting to be late to their first class.

" Looks like an afternoon of general studies. Basic maths, writing, and the like." Draco took the schedule from Harry to confirm. "We'll have Charms and Potions tomorrow. History of magic as well. Friday, we have astronomy at midnight. What a way to start the weekend." The boys arrived at their first class. The room was covered in books and drawings, all pertaining to dark creatures and spells. Many detailed diagrams were on the wall behind Professor Lupin's desk, where Lupin himself sat now. Harry and Draco waved energetically to Lupin, who gave them a soft, but warm, smile in return. The four boys claimed a table in the front row, grateful that the seat was arranged in groups of four. The class steadily filed in, Hufflepuffs on one side of the room, Ravenclaws on the other. Lupin stood and addressed the class.

"Don't get too comfortable. You wont be staying in those seats." Many people groaned at this, but Lupin neither noticed nor cared. "No more than two people from a house per table. Move now, or I'll be forced to assign seats." Everyone grumbled a bit more, but most stood up and began the search for new partners. Harry and Draco stood, spotting two Puff girls still sitting at the other front row table. As the boys approached, the girls glared at them.

"Who are you two?" The red head, and the shorter of the two, demanded. Harry was suddenly very glad he'd watched the whole sorting.

"We are Harry and Draco Black, Miss Bones. " He bowed slightly, touching the back of her hand to his lips. The pureblood Hufflepuff was pleased by his respect and scooted over to allow Harry to sit. Her friend, the blonde girl who'd been first to be sorted, frowned. Draco took his spot beside her. He gave her a cheeky grin and leaned over to whisper to her.

"Don't worry about me, I don't bite too hard." The blonde's frown deepened. She stared at Draco like prey stared at predators. He continued his grin.

"Alright," Lupin called out over the chatter of the class, "Seems like we got that sorted pretty easily. Everyone, open your books to page 6. We will start off the day with simple note taking. Now, as many of you may have noticed, this is a two hour class. It would be horribly boring to take notes the whole two hours, so the faster we get through them, the sooner we are done with them for the day. I like to involve some practical exercises in all my classes, but we can't get to that unless I feel you all understand the material. Page 6 in your text books talks about the theory behind magic. The reason we use spells and wands, rather than just waving our hands and things happening. Magic is a very wild resource, never fully controlled by magical folk like us. We can guide it, bend it to our needs, but that takes focus. Wands and spells give us that focus. Many spells, mostly charms and rituals, have precise wand motions or runes as focus points. Move your wand incorrectly, or draw the wrong rune, and it can have disastrous effects. Best case scenario? The spell fails and you live to try again. There are some spells, however, that can, and will, kill you. Or worse. We wont be touching on anything like that until your 4th year, but we will cover it. For now, I want you all to copy the board as I write down some key point to aide you in your spell casting." Lupin finished his speech, pleased to find many of the ravenclaw students had been copying his words as he spoke. This encouraged the Hufflepuff to do the same. He turned around and began filling the board with simple wand movement instructions, and the reasons why such things were needed. The class continued like this for the better part of an as the class began to grow bored and restless, Lupin slammed the copy of the text book on his desk shut. Many students jumped, one of the Hufflepuff boys actually falling form his seat. Lupin waited quietly as the boy climbed back into his chair. Twenty pairs of eyes stared at him, waiting.

"Now that the hard part is over, let's all get up and do some stretches. Something you should all know about your magic is that it's intimately related to your body. If your body is strong, your magic will be strong. So, every one up, take off your robes. They'll only hinder you. That's god, now put your arms high in the air and reach down, " He paused to demonstrate, "And touch your toes. Seems easy, but remember not to bend your knees." The students started the stretches, several of the pure bloods having difficulty reaching their toes. After another 20 minutes of various stretching, lupin help up his wand.

"For this next part, we'll be practicing a simple stinging hex. The incantation is Aculeus. Quick jab with your wand, but be careful. Don't aim at each other, we have dummies in the next room. Alright class, leave your robes and book here, and go through that door." He opened the door along the left hand wall with a flick of his wand. The students filed in and began practicing on the dummies. Harry was the first to cast the spell correctly, singing his dummy slightly. Other students took encouragement from his success, and by the end of class nearly everyone had preformed the spell at least once. The only ones who didn't had at least made progress, their own dummies smoking from the almost hexes it'd been struck with. The whole class left that day, smiles on their red and tired faces. Harry and Draco grouped back up with Anthony and Terry, who'd been paired with Justin Finch-Fletcy and Ernie Macmillian.

"Well, that was an experience." Anthony said, looking knackered. Terry just bobbed his head, too tired to agree or disagree. Harry and Draco laughed, the both of them used to their uncles way of teaching. They grew up with him around, and had been on his exercises regime for a few years now.

"It'll help a lot to wake up and do some stretches, like I do, or doing them before bed like Harry." Draco said as they made their way to their next class. The Transfiguration class room wasn't far, thankfully. The Ravenclaw students were the first to arrive, though some had run back to the dorms to exchange books. Harry and Draco took the front row again, this time Anthony and Terry sitting just behind them. A single tabby cat sat on Mcgonagall's desk, watching the students enter. The Slythrin first years slowly trickled in, the last to arrive being Theodore Nott and his lackeys, Goyle, Crabbe, and walked through the door a full five minutes after class was supposed to begin.

"Ha. Told you we'd be fine. Crazy old bat isn't even here yet." Nott exclaimed triumphantly.

"You know best, Mister Nott." Rivers said. Harry wondered briefly if Rivers really enjoyed the smell of Nott's backside, since his nose was obviously glued there. The cat at the front of the room growled a little. The four Slythrins took the back two rows, still laughing and joking among themselves.

"That is quite enough." The cat suddenly shifted into the strict professor. Several students jumped at her appearance, none so much as Nott and his gang. McGonagall frowned at them. "That will be 20 points from Slythrin, 5 each for being late. And I'll be taking another 10 points, for your rudeness, Mister Nott." Nott visibly paled, the glares of his dorm mates piercing. Even Rivers didn't look happy with his all knowing leader.

"This is not a class for those who can't handle being here on time. Transfiguration takes more concentration than most wand waving branches of magic. there are no words, incantations or specific wand motion to focus your magic here. It is about intent, and how you use it. Those of you who can't cope with this should leave now, before we waste time teaching the unwilling." McGonagall paced in front of the class. She pointed her wand at her desk. It withered, the shifted into a large pig. The pig oinked and tried to make for the door. McGonagall waved her wand again, turing the pig back into a desk. Several students, including Harry and Draco, watched in pure awe. "Now then. We shall begin with note." Groans from the many of Slythrin students. McGonagall ignored them and began writing on the chalk board behind her. Harry sighed and began copying the notes. The hour long class was mostly just notes, only the last 20 minutes having anything truly exciting. Once she'd finish explaining the notes, she passed out match sticks, Instructing them to change the matches to needles. Again, Harry was the first to complete the task. McGonagall walked up and down the rows of students. When she reached the Black Brother and their friends, she saw Harry and Draco both turned around in their seats, conversing with Anthony and Terry. She frowned.

"May I ask why we're talking instead of completing the assignment?" She asked harshly. Harry looked up from Anthony's desk, blinking with surprise.

"Oh, Professor! I'm sorry. I was just explaining to Anthony how I managed your assignment so fast." He pointed to the perfect little needle on his own desk. McGonagall looked shocked. She touched the needle with her wand, magically examining it.

"This is impressive work. Lord Black has taught you boys very well. If you have a simpler way to explain my instructions, would you mind telling the class? I know I appreciate a second way to look at things." McGonagall smiled as the boy grinned and stood.

"Sure. See, I imagined a needle, in my head. I focused on that needle, rather than focusing on the match. I kinda pushed my magic at the match, forced it to take the shape of what was in my head." Harry looked around the class. Several other Ravenclaws put his explanation to the test, with greater success than before. Many of the Slythrins took the Ravenclaw's lead, but Nott and his crew just scoffed.

"Look at Potter, his ego's so big he thinks he can teach better than Professor McGonagall. Though, she is a Gryffindork, so he might actually be better any way." He said, thinking only Rivers and Goyle could hear him. Sadly, Morag Mcdougal was sitting closer to him than he'd thought. She immediately stood up, her face twisted in anger.

"Just because you're intimidated by Harry, doesn't mean you can insult a professor. Maybe if you'd pull your head out of your own little world long enough to listen to him, you'd see that he did make the task simpler. But no, you haven't even tried it. You probably couldn't figure it out anyway. What else could we expect from the child of a squib and a Death Eater." She hissed at him. The class fell silent as Nott glared at Morag. Harry gave her an encouraging smile, coupled with a wink from Draco. The girl blushed. Nott opened his mouth a few times, unabled to really find words. McGonagall stepped in before anything else was said.

"5 Points from Ravenclaw, Miss McDougal, for interrupting class. And another 10 points from Slythrin for your words, Mister Nott. I'll also be seeing you for detention." Nott paled again, this time really feeling the pressure of losing 30 points on his first day. Even his lackeys moved away some, as if to ensure people didn't connect them. The rest of the class was quiet, Harry and Draco moving about the class and helping others make the first transfiguration. McGonagall also walked about, but she kept smiling at the overwhelming successes of this class. By the end, only Nott hadn't managed it, he he stubbornly refused to use Harry's method.

Later that same day, just after the afternoon classes.

Harry, Draco, Anthony, and Terry sat in the library, finishing up their homework from the General Studies class. Anthony, being muggleborn, was having some difficulties learning to write with a quill. Terry had laughed at first, but his clear lack of Maths education shut him up fast. Only Draco and Harry had no issues. Though they were both magically raised, Sirius insisted on sending them to Muggle Primary Schools, an unusual thing for pure blood families. Terry, like most magically raised children, was new to the whole idea of school, having only been home schooled to this point. This fact raised many questions from their First generation friend.

"So, Hogwarts is the first school you've ever been to?" Anthony asked Terry after he'd finally finished his written essay for General Studies. Terry nodded, still focused on the multiplication table in front of him. "But, how do you know how to read? To write?"

"He probably had tutors, like most magical families. I hear some people use magical primaries, but they aren't common. And even then, only wealthy families could afford them. The Boot's aren't an ancient, or noble, family. If it weren't for low admissions, I don't think Terry would be here." Draco said, looking up from a book on potions. Anthony frowned.

"I don't get it. Why not?" Anthony's eyes light up, a sign that he was engrossed by the lesson on the School.

"Well, Hogwarts isn't just a magic school," Harry began, "It's also a political school. Like the fancy boarding schools that the Prince went to, or ambassador's children. It's a school for the wealthy. But, the war back in the late 70's really killed the wizarding population. A bunch of the older families were completely wiped out, Like the Westchurch family, or the Toppins. So, to keep money coming into the school, they let some of the smaller families enroll. Had to lower tuition though, which is why some of the less important classes are...lacking. Like Mugglestudies. It's a useless class cause of all the cut backs. Here in about two, maybe three years though, Hogwarts will probably be at max enrollment. Apparently when I defeated Voldemort, it caused a baby boom."

"What does that mean for muggleborns though? I was under the impression that Hogwarts was the only school." Anthony frowned. Terry set his maths work aside, and jumped in.

"It means scholarships. You're technically here on one as it is. All the muggleborns are. But, since their aren't many new magicals our age, it's easier to get one than it was. There are other schools, but none of them are as good as Hogwarts, even if it is experiencing fiscal difficulties. There is no better school for Dueling, Runes, or Arthimancy than Hogwarts. I think the max muggleborn scholarships is 10, while regular admission is 50. In a good year, there could be as many as 75 new students, 10 muggleborn scholarships, 15 regular scholarships, and the rest on limited enrollment. Harry and Draco would have no problems getting in on a year like that, Since they're both heirs to Ancient and Noble houses. Me? I might make a regular scholarship, but even with lower admissions I had several back up plans." He said, tucking his unfinished maths away. Anthony pondered this information.

"So, what are some of the other schools? Are they all foreign?" Draco snickered.

"That's what the Ministry wants you to think, if you go here. But there are about 6 other schools in our part of the world. St. Peter's Magical Academy, in Ireland. Merlin's School for boys, in London, and it's sister school, Veronica's Witches Academy. There's Circe's Illusionary Arts, which is in Greece. Harrgled School of Magicks, just outside Wales. Though, Harrgled is really just a public brach of Hogwarts. Not on the same level mind you. And Beuxbattons, in France. It's a high level school like Hogwarts. Mostly for the rich and well connected." Draco explained. Anthony looked dumbfounded.

"Why didn't they tell me all this when I got my Hogwarts letter?" He asked.

"It's because you got a Hogwarts Letter. Hogwarts is such a premier school, they can't imagine someone turning down an acceptance letter. If you hadn't been acceptaed here, you would have received letters from the other schools, with exception of Beuxbatons and Circe's. Their admissions are more selective. Circe's school only takes those gifted in 2nd sight, illusionary magics, or transfiguration. I mean really talented. Like, McGonagall might have been accepted, because she's an animangus, and has been since her 4th year. She held the record for youngest to complete the full transformation for almost 50 years, before a Japansese kid did it at age 13, about ten years ago. But, our dear professor was also the daughter of the Scottish Secretary of State, so she came here." Harry filled him in on this part. Anthony sat for several minutes, the began to pack up his belongings.

"I...have to go. I have a lot to think about now. Thanks you guys." And with that, Anthony left. Draco and Harry exchanged worried looks.

"You don't think he's gonna go demand a transfer, do you? I mean, Hogwarts is still one of the best schools in the country." Terry asked. Neither of the Black brothers answers, that being their fear as well.

The next day.

Harry didn't see Anthony at dinner last night, but when he left eh common room for breakfast the next morning, Anthony was there. He smiled and went on cheerfully, much to the relief of his friends. The four boys finished off a quick breakfast, then headed out to the dungeons for their first Potions lesson. The dark class room smelled of old socks and slightly off cheese. Potions and ingredients were visible in every direction.

"This looks promising." Anthony stated, in awe of the various animal parts handing on the walls. Draco snorted.

"For an amateur, maybe. But a Master Potion maker? I expect better. It just isn't sanitary to house all these ingredients in one place. That, right there, "He pointed to a rather dirty looking hoof, "That is a Minotaur hoof. It shouldn't be anywhere near redcap blood, but there some just a few feet away." He pointed to a vial of dark red liquid. Harry frowned.

"I don't like this. It looks like this professor doesn't have any regard for safety." He said, sitting at one of the two person tables. This time, Anthony took his place as Harry's partner. A slimely looking man entered the room, several minutes before class began. He sneered at Harry and his friends.

"10 Points from Ravenclaw, for not being in your seats when class began." He snarled. Anthony opened his mouth to protest, but Harry just shook his head. It wasn't worth it. Yet. Draco and Terry sat just behind them, Draco's showing nearly as much contempt as Harry's. The clocked ticked away the last few minutes, the rest of the Hufflepuffs entering the class.

"You are here to learn the subtle, but powerful art of Potion making. There will be none of that foolish wand waving in here, so put those blasted sticks away before you hurt yourselves. If you hold the talent, which most of you will not, I can teach you a great many things. Love potions, fame potions, potions to bring you back from the brink of death. Or ones to drag you over the threshold." He turned to Harry. "Mister Potter, our new...celebrity." He voice held poison to his words. Harry refused to react. Snape was not happy about this. "Mister Potter, it would do you well to acknowledge your professors when they speak to you. Or are you too good for such things?" Snape glowered. Ungrateful brat. He's as arrogant as his father. Harry just sat there, eyes front, no emotions on his face. Draco suppressed a smile. Snape slammed his hands down on the desk in front of Harry.

"Mister Potter, answer me when I speak to you." His words were laced with magic, that much Harry could tell. He met Snape's eyes. A weird pressure built behind his eyes, but Harry ignored it.

"You have me mistaken for someone else, Professor. My name is Harry Black. Not Harry Potter. You should be checked for fume inhalations. It must be affecting your memories." He stated plainly, still devoid of emotions.

"Mr Black. " Snape spat. His black eyes narrowed as they met Harry's green one. "Tell me where you would find a boer stone. "

"Goat's stomach. " Harry replied without missing a beat. He'd shown his mother's gift for potions at an early age, and was well beyond the ability of a first year. Snape hissed.

"The difference between monkshoods and wolfsbane?"

"The way they're spelled."

"Cheeky. 3 points from Ravenclaw. Three ingredients you would find in a hair colour potion?"

Susan Bones spoke up at that point, "But sir, that's a third year potion, Harry couldn't know that!" she cried. Harry didn't blink.

"Newts eyes, boil fungus, and harpies dung. That will give you purple hair. " he said, causing Snape to growl slightly.

"Name four common ingredients found in love potions!" the class gasped, with exception of Harry and Draco.

"Peppermint. Ashwinder eggs. Moonstone. Rose thorns." Harry used his fingers to count them off. Snape's face turned red, then a neat shade of purple.

"20 points from Ravenclaw, for your mouth Mister Black." Snape sneered. Susan stood up.

"No. That isn't fair." She glared at the potions master, as if daring him to push. Snape pushed.

"50 points from Hufflepuff for interrupting and speaking out against a teacher." He called out. Susan's eyes filled with anger.

"I'm sure my Aunt will be more than happy to know that a Professor is abusing his powers to abuse students. Harry?" She looked at her new friend. He smiled back to her,

"Yes, Miss Bones?" He said, careful to include her surname so Snape knew just how deep he was in the poop.

"Escort me to the Owlery? I do not feel safe in these halls if that is what passes for a teacher." She gave Snape a pointed look. The greasy man paled, the weight of his actions finally setting in. A vein bulged on the left side of his face.

"Detention! Both of you! I'll have you expelled for your disrespect!" He shouted at them as they walked out the door. Harry paused at the door, turing back with a look of pure contempt.

"Don't bother telling us to see the Headmaster. That will be our first stop. If the Heirs to the Potter and Bones Families can't even feel safe in the classroom, what does that say about the whole of Hogwarts? I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will be thrilled to hear what we have to say. " He turned on his heels and left, leaving Snape to sputter at the empty space where they once stood. And there he remained until a house elf appeared with a note from the Headmaster. Snape stormed out. The students exchanged looks, clearly worried about what they were supposed to do without a teacher. The answer appeared in the form of Percy Weasley. The end of class came around, much to the relief of the students. Percy was as strict as he was bossy. Many wondered if Snape was a better alternative to Percy.

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's office.

"He's abusing his powers to favourite his own house and make life miserable for everyone else! Surely the older students have complained!" Susan cried. For The last half an hour or so, She and Harry had been retelling their experience with Snape. Dumbledore, however, didn't seem interested in the negative comments towards his Potions Master.

"I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding," He told the children, "Professor Snape has my upmost confidence." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. Harry felt a strange pressure behind his eyes, much like he had with Snape. Susan huffed, annoyed.

"Fine." She said, rising to her feet, "We'll see if my Aunt shares that confidence." Dumbledore's eyes stopped the twinkling.

"I don't believe that's necessary, Miss Bones." He said quickly. Susan cut him off.

"I do, Professor. And unless you plan to do something rash, I doubt that there's much you can do to stop me." She turned and left, followed closely by the mostly silent Harry. He didn't add much more than support for Susan, but he was glad to be there. The pair made their way up to the owlery, Susan silently fuming along the way. She wrote out a furious letter to her Aunt Amelia, Head of the DMLE. She was about to tie it to a school owl, when Harry finally spoke up.

"Use Hedwig. She's less likely to be intercepted by Professor Dumbledore, if he decides to stoop so low." Susan nodded and tied the letter to Harry's snowy owl. After a bark, a treat from Harry, and a pat from Susan, Hedwig was off. The pair split ways, Susan going to her own common room to cool down. Harry headed to the charms class room, his potions class long since over with and the lunch hour nearly done with as well. He met up with Terry outside the door. One look was all Terry needed to know not to ask. Harry wanted to talk to Draco, and possibly Sirius, before he told everyone what happened. They walked into the class together, the first to arrive. As a whole, Charms class was underwhelming. Draco and Anthony came in shortly after Terry and Harry, sitting behind them. The other Ravenclaws, and eventually the Gryffindors, followed suit soon after. The Ravenclaws had all gotten over the initial shock that was Professor Flitwick, so they were abled to focus wholly on the levitation charm he'd assigned. This time Anthony was the first to finish, closely followed by Granger. The only amusement came later on in the class, when the Weasley boy started to lose his patiences Granger. He'd been having issues with the spell all class, which had inspired Granger to attempt to help him. Sadly, her own superiority complex interfered and instead of helpful and kinda, She came off condescending.

"It's leviohsa not leviohsa." She huffed. Ron went red. Flitwick, seeing the potential fight about to break, separated the two. After that, the class was quiet.

History of magic wasn't much better. Another class with Hufflepuff, and boring to boot. The teacher was a dark haired woman, maybe in her 30's, from a branch family of the Longbottoms. She read straight from the book, never looking up at the class. Most everyone was asleep before the first twenty minutes were up. Harry struggled to stay awake, but even he couldn't force himself to take notes. He worried about this fact well into the night, even throughout dinner. Terry confronted him.

"Harry, I've known you all of two days, but you seem a little off. Wanna talk about it?" Terry asked while the four boys sat around the fireplace in their common room. Harry shrugged.

"It's History of Magic. I didn't take notes. I couldn't." All four of them had guilty looks. None of them had taken notes. The solution surprised them. Roger Davies walked over, having overheard their conversation.

"It's alright you guys. The House has a transcript of that class. Turns out that Professor Lisle teaches the exact same thing that Professor Binns taught before he died about ten years ago. Just ask Professor Flitwick, or Jarred Paul, the head boy. They'll make you a copy of all 7 years. It's got a reference page, in case you want to learn more in your spare time." And just like that, the worries the boys had felt were gone. They smiled to each other, feeling completely prepared for the year to come.