AN: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.
Jonas woke up very early the next morning. He took his time before finally getting up and heading into the shower, not really caring if he woke up his classmates. About half an hour later, Jonas was dressed in his school uniform and heading up to the common room. As he had expected, he was the first one awake. The Slytherin common room was empty, and the only sounds were made when Jonas turned the page of his book. Time passed quickly, and next thing Jonas knew, someone was taping his shoulder.
"Are you coming for breakfast?" Jane asked. Jonas shut his book, put it in his backpack, and followed Jane out of the common room.
Finding his classes was not an easy task. There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts; wide, slippery ones; narrow, rickety one; stairs that had a vanishing step you needed to remember; stairs that changed direction depending on which way it was. The doors were also a problem; some were only walls pretending to be doors; others just opened when you tickled them in the right place; and some would only let you open them if you asked politely. But, as Jane suggested after the second time they had arrived late to Transfiguration, it was easier to just ask the paintings were everything was.
The classes were not exactly what Jonas would call simple, but he wouldn't consider them difficult either. McGonagall was the Transfiguration teacher; she was strict, fair, and had the power to silence the whole class with her mere presence. Professor Flitwick taught Charms; he was kind and more laid-back than any other teacher at Hogwarts. Astronomy was taught by Professor Sinistra; they had to study the skies every Wednesday at midnight and they also had to learn the names of constellations and stars. They had Herbology three times a week with Professor Sprout and the Ravenclaws, were they learned all about plants and their uses. History of Magic was taught by Professor Binns, a ghost who would spend the whole class lecturing them in a monotonous voice about goblin wars and such.
Jonas had been really looking forward to Defense against the Dark Arts, but the whole thing turned out to be some kind of joke. Professor Quirrell's classroom smelled strongly of garlic, and it was rumored that it was to ward off a vampire that he had met in Romania and was afraid it would come back to get him one of these days. He wore a purple turban on top of his head, and he had told them that it was a thank-you gift from an African prince whom he had rid of a troublesome zombie. However, when Seamus Finnigan had asked him how he had done it, Quirrell had hastily changed the theme of the conversation to the weather.
Jonas had found out that he was very good at all his classes. He, apart from a girl named Hermione Granger, was the usually the only one who could get a spell right in the first class practicing it. Jonas would most likely get it right in the first try, which gave him a lot of free time, since he would not get homework.
On Friday morning, Jane was already waiting for him at the Slytherin table. Her hair was pulled up on a waterfall braid today, and she was already half-way through her cereal. Jonas sat next to her, reaching out for some sausages.
"Did you sleep-in today?" She asked him.
Jane had quickly become Jonas best friend. Although having a friend seemed a bit weird to him, let alone a best friend who was a girl, they had clicked immediately. They shared many things in common; they both loved the smell of dirt after rain; their favorite foods were onion soup, and their favorite dessert was chocolate ice cream. On Thursday night, Jonas had confessed Jane that he somehow felt a bit right about what Malfoy had said on the first night at Hogwarts.
"I mean," Jonas said, "I don't agree with treating anyone who's not a pureblood like scum, but I just feel like we are a bit better than them. Am I suppose to feel good about that?"
He had been troubled about those feelings. After his mother's disappearance, Aunt Moritura had only told him that half-blood, muggle-borns, squibs, and muggles were not worthy of his attention. However, after her abrupt change, she had not mentioned anything about that. This confused him to no end, and had finally decided to think like he used to. He didn't exactly think he was much better than anyone that was not a pureblood, but there was just something inside of him that made him prefer being a pureblood than a half-blood or muggle-born.
"Well, I do get that feeling sometimes," Jane had said, "but even though I'm a pureblood, my father says that the idea of hating people because of their ancestry is old fashioned."
"I know, I just," he sighed, "I'm just, kind of confused about this."
"Well, I would recommend you not to duel on it too much."
Jonas had done as she had said, and decided to concentrate on his homework instead. That night, Jonas dreamt of the last time he had seen his mother, which explained why he had woken up later than usual.
"Yeah," he simply answered before taking a bite of his food.
"You look pale, are you alright?" Jane said with a hint of worry.
"I'm fine," said Jonas with annoyance.
"Are you sure?" Jane replied.
"I said I'm fine, okay?" he said, raising his voice.
"Well you don't have to snap at me," she said with a cold snare, turning back to her cereal.
"Look, Jane, I'm sorry for the way I talked to you," he said with sincerity a few moments later.
"'S okay," she said, "I'm just a bit worried."
"I'll tell you later," he replied as Draco sat down a few sits away from them.
They ate the rest of their breakfast mostly in silence, only asking each other what their subjects for that day were. About fifteen minutes later, a wave of owls entered the Great Hall, delivering their letters and packages to the correspondent people. Jonas had sent a letter to his aunt the morning after the Sorting Ceremony, telling her that Hogwarts was better than she had revealed and mentioning about being Sorted into Slytherin. She hadn't replied, which was why Jonas felt surprised when he received note without a name.
Just where you needed to be, it read.
Jonas's first thought was that it must have been Aunt Moritura's, but he really couldn't think of a reason of why she wouldn't have put her name.
"Is that from your aunt?" Jane asked.
"No, it doesn't have a name," Jonas said.
"Can I see it?" she said, inching toward him. As a response, Jonas gave her the paper. Jane's eyes quickly scammed trough it. "What does it mean, just where you need to be?
"No idea," Jonas answered, "but we should get up, we have Potions in ten minutes."
Jane gave him the strange note, grabbed her stuff, and left the Great Hall with Jonas right next to her. Professor Snape, the head of their house, was the Potions teacher, but neither one of them had met him yet. Many older students from their house had told them that Snape favoured the Slytherins, and, although not exactly eager, they were noxious to meet him.
Two hours later, Jonas was completely sure that Professor Snape could not be anything more than a true Slytherin.
Potions class had started with Snape checking the student list, and ended up with him taking points from Gryffindor and humiliating Harry Potter. There was something that made Jonas think that Snape hated Potter. Sure, Jonas might have not befriended Potter, he didn't really know him anyways, but it was not as if he called him names or spoke badly about him like Malfoy did.
With the dream of his mother, Friday had not been as he had expected it to be. Just as he was getting ready to go to sleep, Jonas found another mystery note inside his trunk.
TMR.
AN: Hey guys! I am so supermegafoxyawesomehot sorry for the amount of time that it took me to write this chapter. I know that this one is short and kind of lacking in details, but I had a bad writer's block and was still planning out the finer points of this story. This chapter was kind of just an obstacle for me to get to the more interesting parts, and I promise that the next one will be better.
koryandrs: Thanks for your support!
Outofthisworldgal: I don't want to reveal too much, but there is going to be a great deal about the whole "parseltounge" coming soon.