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Legilimens-Chapter 11

She was sitting in Flitwick's class, one of those in which Harry Potter was not present. She did not like him, he was always confident, he excelled in all the practical work, even the potion master could not berate him too much without resorting to extremely petty excuses, when he tried as such he received condescending look which would make everyone seem small, Harry Potter had his way to make people look small whereas he was the child and Snape the adult. Harry Potter was always surrounded by friends; he looked good, had confidence and it seemed that he did not even open a single book! She read almost all the time, almost daily issuing and depositing books from the library. She worked hard to complete her homework, yet when it counted, that is the practical in potions, herbology and transfiguration she was unable to manage what he did in twice the time. He was the only one who was able to complete the transfiguration in first class and in the same class he was now changing 5 needles at once and then back, while she was hard pressed to do three.

He always had that damn smile on his face, as if everything was effortless. It made her feel small. She always wanted friends, he had friends, she wanted to excel yet come out her image of a bookworm, he excelled as far as practical was considered and his essay was not too shabby either. She thought that reading theory would be enough! She would be able to accomplish things, yet he could do it, not that it mattered much if he grew up as a wizard and not a muggle like her; but he lived with muggles and got his wand about the same time she did and yet he was able to accomplish things easily. There was one Greengrass girl who was able to do most spell in first try, but it was known she had been tutored. Harry Potter comes about and beats her where it counts and yet is not called a boring person like she is.

He had everything she wanted and then some. She just could not stop being jealous. She had thought maybe being in company of fellow wizarding children, she would be able to make friends and she tried, but after insisting to be in Gryffindor, after all the headmaster was one, she could not make one single friend! She had yet to try other houses but the Ravenclaws did not like her, which was apparent and Hufflepuffs were very tight knit group already where Potter held the court. Slytherin was out of question. Brown and Patil did not seem nice enough to befriend, Lillian Moon who was quiet and rarely spoke, she made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with her. She was alone again. Today she had completed the levitation charm flawlessly after just 11Th try and was elated, it was first charm they were taught and she did it in less than half the tries it took to accomplish the first transfiguration spell. She was glad Potter was not here, she noticed she was distracted due to his presence, perhaps which made the spell easier to learn. Then she saw Seamush Finnigan burn his feather and Weasley seemed to be trying to accomplish the same. She tried helping him, although she did not realize it then that it was more due to the fact that correcting others made her feel superior rather than genuinely being concerned for the red-head, who then rebuffed her attempts at correction and did it quite rudely. But she wisely backed off and then performed the charm flawlessly and this time it was noticed by the diminutive professor, earning her house 10 points. But the last remark hit her where it hurt the most. The remark as she reminded herself was – "No wonder she does not have any friends". It was the reason she was here in the girl's bathroom, she craved recognition and the teachers were the only one who gave her that. Her parents were always too busy with their clinic and she was always alone. She then heard the thundering footsteps followed by a very pungent stench that sent warning bells in her head. For all her faults, she was not stupid enough to not hide and hide she did in one of the cubicles, and prayed for any deity listening that whatever arrived with the smell left her alone and went on its way. Alas, it was not so, she could distinctly hear the noise nearing her cubicle. Whatever was present it had somehow known about her and was reaching slowly towards her. She could either sit or she could run and she chose to run.

Bolting out of the door she barely dived when the spot she previously occupied was hit by a club and a massive one at that, promptly splintering the cubicle door that she left. Following the club attached to the hand she came across the ugliest being she had seen in her lifetime apart from some fiction books. A real mountain troll with the stupidest face attached to its huge body. She dived again as it seemed that the troll followed the policy of hitting first and asking questions later, although if it had enough wits to formulate one was another matter entirely. The troll had taken its aim again and it was ready to hit her and she was not exactly the athletic type, she was able to avoid two blows but the third was sure to hit. She gave away all hope and closed her eyes terrified of what she might see if she had them open, and waited…

The blow never came, there was a dull thud followed by another louder one. She slowly opened her eyes and in front of her laid the mountain troll she was terrified of, apparently knocked out cold. She looked around to see Harry Potter staring down at the troll with one palm open and stretched and his wand pointed slightly upwards, had she known magic more she would have recognized the stance of someone who had used magic wandlessly and with a wand simultaneously or almost simultaneously and the posture of wand showing that of someone relinquishing control of a spell, it was usually done by an upward flick.

It took her some time to realize that she was safe and the threat was over. Getting over her shock she ran towards the only person available and the same one who had saved her, she latched on to his arm almost painfully, not realizing the fact that she was mentally cursing the same person less than six hours ago. This was the scene when the teachers arrived along with the Headmaster, with an ever present twinkle in his eye, as if the whole fiasco was a regular occurrence, if he felt alarmed at the breaching of the school and by a mountain troll no less he did not show it. Soon Hermione's rational side kicked in, the security section of Hogwarts A History clearly stated that the school was protected by very strong wards, wards that no one had breached without alarming the right people. The fact that they were breached by a mountain troll was both laughable and worrying at the same time, laughable because of all dangerous creatures a troll was one of the least intelligent and worrying because it made clear that the breach was engineered. She would have asked questions relentlessly giving her reasons when-

"Can someone explain what happened here? What is the meaning of all this?" the questions were shot by McGonagall in a crisp voice but it was evident that the same thing was on the mind of other teachers as well, aside from Snape and Dumbledore, the former was glaring at Harry as if asking why he was not the one on the ground knocked out or better dead? She was about to answer the question when Harry beat her to it.

"Professor, Susan told me that Granger here was crying in the bathroom and Susan was worried about her, not to mention that she missed the feast that the school is enjoying. Some time later Professor Quirrel announced the presence of a Troll and we all were ordered to return to Common Rooms, but I noticed that Granger here was not told by anyone and I thought that I should warn her as there was no time to waste. I arrived when the Troll was aiming for Granger and I did the first spell that came to my mind and levitated the club and brought it down its own head. It was the only thing that came to my mind."

All the while she nodded at the right place confirming the story.
Harry was enjoying his time at Hogwarts, the first year coursework was pathetically easy in his opinion and he had lots of free time, he spent most on spell work and rest exploring Hogwarts, throw in the occasional games with his friends and hexing Filch and his cat. He had to tread carefully and a single mistake could result in unnecessary questions and scrutiny. He had yet to learn anything advance in terms of spellwork, although he regularly did his wandless exercises on his bed, in the safety of privacy charms that were set on all beds. It had happened when Harry was holding court with Susan, Justin, Zacharias, Hannah and surprisingly Nymphadora who sat with them upon Harry's invitation, she did not have many friends especially when she had to redo one year of her education, the other students had moved on and she wasn't much liked because of her ability to shapeshift. She was regarded with jealousy because of her good looks and her ability to change them and it had taken her about 6 months to make friends in the first place, she had many acquaintances because of her year drop, she had two different years worth of acquaintances. Susan had just informed Harry that Granger was crying in the bathroom and would not listen to her and come out, and maybe they should do something to help her. Harry was not inclined to do much, it was too troublesome and he wouldn't be getting anything out of it. Harry had made friends with everyone because they could offer him something and he could help them in return, it did not mean he did not care about them, Harry just chose them carefully, with the aid of legilimency, making sure that he would not regret. He genuinely cared for all his friends but he did not become friends with others for sh*t and giggles.

There was nothing wrong with choosing friends carefully, if it meant that the friends would be with you in your worst time and not betray you when they are needed the most. One doesn't just become attached to others in a second, as Harry interacted he started liking them, what was the point of being someone's friend when all they would do is to drag you down? If a person could not carry their own weight no need to load them on your wagon. All his friends had to offer something and Harry himself had a lot to offer back, Granger was too much trouble to care about.

If he started taking care of everyone he would not have the time to breathe. As harsh as it was, Harry was not here for charity. There was a lot of fiction spewing true friendship where people became friends just for the hell of it. It did not work that way! For becoming friends two people had to interact in some way, and Harry chose carefully whom he interacted with. Ernie was a fine example, he was pompous and jealous type of person, it did not mean that he was not good at heart, but it meant that until Ernie got rid of thoughts of usurping the position Harry held in their little group, Harry would continue being distant. It was not possible for Harry to isolate Ernie, it would only mean trouble in long run, since all the Hufflepuff first years sat together and shooing Ernie away would not look good for him. The other first year Puffs would be friends with Ernie, but they knew about the awkwardness between Ernie and Harry, and they knew to stay out of it.

Then the doors of the great hall slammed open and (s)Quirrel was seen squeaking about a Troll. Harry led his friends to the prefects and then slunk away. He had to think, he could go and warn Granger, the troll was likely where she was and the only thing right about a troll was that it could overcome its own stench and smell things around, it ate an elephant's diet after all, or he could simply join his friends. If Granger was harmed or killed it would not look good on Dumbles record, but then again Dumbles would sweep it under the rug, Granger was a "mudblood" in eyes of the general wizarding public and would not be missed by many. It would be almost too easy to keep people quiet about it, or he could merely frame the girl for leading the troll in. On the other hand, in the worst case scenario he could save the girl and be the knight with a wand, and some awesome mind arts too, or he could simply warn her and lead her away. He could gain a follower, meet Dumbles expectations and keep him from watching too closely. Did he want Granger as a friend? He already had a muggleborn as a friend which would help to keep the moderates off his back and any rumors of him being a pureblood elitist. Well, he could keep Granger with his court and let Susan teach her some necessary things about being a witch. Hopefully Granger would be an asset rather than a burden.

He had plans for the greater good, dreams he needed to make a reality. But he remembered his own situation and he knew what it felt to be bullied, and that only a miracle had saved his life, so maybe he could help Granger. He could always avoid being friends with her. He had sworn that one way or other, wizards would be able to use their magic in open someday. And no one would dare try anything, whether it happened with greetings or by genocide he did not care. He would make sure that one day he had a big family and all his children got a childhood, and not just his children, all magical children and if possible every child of the world. He was first loyal to magic and everything came second. If Granger posed a threat he would abandon her, and then there were some more drastic measures too, if needed, his sentiments be damned. Decisions had to be made with very little emotion or else all you would do, would be short sighted. Every single decision would have its consequences. With his decision made he ran towards the bathroom and just in time to wandlessly push the Trolls head taking its attention away from Granger and then quickly levitating the club out of the Troll's hands.

"Perhaps we must ask why Miss Granger was not at the feast, and why Mr. Potter decided to be the hero rather than informing a teacher about it." Snape, ever the Slytherin would obviously paint him in a bad light and did just that, making his statement sound as if he had done what he did for gaining attention. Harry was mildly offended; he wanted Dumbles attention away from himself not on himself.

At this point Hermione wanted to interject, she was going to take the blame, she was grateful but again Potter, no Harry spoke first – "The teachers were not present, most departed immediately and I had no way to tell anyone by the time I realized that Granger was not warned, I could not send one of my friends after a teacher, what if they found the troll first? And, as for Granger being absent from the feast as Susan told me, she heard from her friend Lavender that Weasley was rude to Granger here and she was upset about it."

Harry noted as McGonagall got a look of understanding, so did Sprout and he saw Flitwick discreetly casting a cheering charm at Granger and Granger's hold on him lessened.

Sprout's expression soon turned to a scowl- "As justified as it may be to you Mr. Potter, and as lucky as you are this instance, I cannot condone such behavior from a student of my house, you were not qualified enough to confront a mountain troll, certainly not when full grown wizards sometimes have trouble with such creatures. A month's detention would help you learn the certain fact."

Sprout had unintentionally played the part of the bad cop, and he was sure that the headbastard was going to play the good cop, being one to never let an opportunity go waste. Such a tactic was very effective against naïve school children, and Dumbledore had been at if for years, it would have worked too if Harry was a typical eleven year old without the training that the purebloods from political families underwent, but in Harry's case he was special, just like Tom considered himself special, Harry too did so too. A second later, the headmaster's statement proved that he had read the situation correctly and prepared to respond.

"Don't you think it a bit harsh, Pomona to punish Harry with a month of detentions; after all he was only helping a classmate in need. I am sure we can let go this time and 20 points to Hufflepuff."

Snape sneered at this stage-muttering under his breath about big-headed Potter's, Flitwick looked amused and McGonagall was frowning in disapproval at the obvious bias shown by the Headmaster. The head of house had every right to give punishments and take waive detentions given by other Professors, to the students of their house; only the headmaster had absolute authority, but showing favoritism was frowned upon although the fact that she did it herself was lost on her.

Sprout was obviously displeased, to her the children in her house were her own and she was responsible for all of them, it was her duty to discipline them if necessary. The Headmaster was interfering where he shouldn't have.

Harry cheered mentally, "So, finally Dumbles makes his move for "Poor Hero-Harry's trust, well since Dumbles is playing an ace he should play a joker." "If I may, Professor", he asked after looking at Dumbledore and receiving a nod from the twinkling eyes whose owner was obviously in a good mood. "I would take responsibility of my actions, and I realize that I should not have rushed after the troll, it was only luck that I could do the spell that I had learnt today to subdue the Troll. If Professor Sprout thinks that a month of detentions is a suitable punishment than I would serve the detentions." Harry cheered again, nothing more needed to be said; he had come out on top of Dumbles in his own game and would now be considered as the responsible and "fairness-loving" child. (The first half of the last line is a double entendre, the second meaning is really creepy, I realized after I wrote it, can you spot it?) More like a fairness loving idiot, Tom had learnt in his own life as a Slytherin that playing fair meant playing the idiot and all advantages should be taken as long as you are not caught. Snape remained silent, Flitwick was scrutinizing Harry and Sprout openly beamed and McGonagall smiled. Dumbledore did not miss a beat in his reply "Then I shall leave it upon Pomona to decide." He smiled at Sprout indulgently, but the intent was clear – "while you may give punishment, it must be reduced", a good way to salvage the situation.

"Very well Mr. Potter, as you take responsibility for your actions, I will reduce the detentions to 15. You will be helping me take care of greenhouse 1 and 2 every evening for 15 days."

Hermione on the other hand was looking at Harry and teachers as if everyone had grown two heads, she was conflicted, Harry Potter had saved her from dying and he was being punished for it, Harry Potter had defied authority to save her and Harry Potter was going to serve detentions.

She was conflicted, those who served detentions had been the troublemakers and bullies and she stayed away from them, she followed rules and made sure others followed them when she could. Then again no rule breaker had ever helped her and definitely never saved her life. The greatest crime would be defying authority of teachers but she would admit that a second late would have finished her story before the prologue ended. Shaking these thoughts and filing them for later she heard

"Very well, then it is settled and take 10 points for Hufflepuff, for being responsible. Not many children can be considered responsible at such young age; then again same can be said for adults." With twinkling eyes he addressed everyone – "Is there anything more to discuss, if not I believe Mr. Potter and Ms Granger would like to return to their common room and tend to their empty stomachs. Off you go, Severus please take care our unconscious gust."

A very polite way to say that harness the troll for potions, the troll was dead and Dumbles knew it. Harry knew it because he had seen the surface thoughts of the troll when he looked at him as the club descended upon its head; they went from confusion, pain, shock and then nothing. It was a new experience for him to be in the mind of a dying creature.

Harry and Hermione made their way through the dungeons and around a turn Harry was suddenly assaulted in a hug by Hermione, she was mumbling "thank you" repeatedly and after a while sobbing on his shirt. Gently prying her away, he smiled, if he could play his cards right then there was another loyal friend, but he would have subtly cure her of certain annoying tendencies.

"Granger, err Hermione, could you please speak a bit clearly? I understand I'm quiet awesome, but I'm not awesome enough to understand what you are saying?"

She looked at him, embarrassed of her behavior and afraid that Harry would reject the idea of them being friends, of all the school only he cared enough to try and warn her, and he beat a Troll to do it; she hoped he would be friends. She was jealous of his ability, but she could care less now, if he wasn't good enough to master a spell in one class, she would not be here. Harry had a lot of friends and if she became his friend then she would also have other friends that stuck with Harry. There was no doubt in anyone's mind as to who the leader of their group was.

Harry meanwhile had no qualms about reading those thoughts and began plotting, he would have to take it slow but steady.

"Look, Hermione, I understand that right now you feel grateful, and I surmise that you are trying to thank me, and probably want to be friends right?". A shy nod was all he needed to carry on - "Then perhaps you could join our table tomorrow breakfast, if you want that is. Think about it Hermione, you have been giving me those looks from the start, and you do not like me outperforming you, you made it clear that you do not like me, or rather you do not like me outperforming you in practical classes. Right now you are emotional and what would happen if tomorrow you decided that being friends is not worth it? Just think about it tonight and if you still want to be friends, join us on our table." This being said, Harry strode away mentally congratulating himself at his dramatic exit, Tom's love of dramatics rubbing on him.

Hermione slowly made her way back to the common room, thinking about what Harry said. It was true, she did not like him and would probably still be jealous that he could do things better then he could, but then she could rein in her jealously, and maybe learn how Harry was so good. There was always something to learn and maybe he followed some other books and maybe he could lend them to her, but for the most part she wanted friends who cared and Harry could be a friend who would not befriend her for homework. She knew she was bossy and she did not look good as Lavender and Parvati did, all she had were good grades, she simply could not relate to the giggling duo and hence she did not have friends. Her decision was already made.

Harry meanwhile rushed back to his common room and the room quietened, everyone was looking at Harry, not that it was unusual, but the stares had lessened. Joining his friends he prepared answers to all the questions he knew they would ask.

"Where were you?"- Susan demanded. She was scared for Harry.

"I went to warn Granger about the Troll, you wanted to help her and I decided that warning about the troll was necessary."

"But I wanted to help her out of her crying, you did not need to risk yourself, we could have gone to a teacher."

"It would have been late, and we could have found the troll first"

"Why would we be late?"- Justin ever the shrewd one asked.

This was the part he had to play right, if he told them downright that he could beat a mountain troll, his friends would be afraid and jealous of him, but he could not lie either.

"Well, I arrived just in time to see the Troll preparing a swing at Hermione, so " the last part said in a rush, apparently nervous or modest about admitting that he defeating the troll. Obviously the whole room was eavesdropping and jaws dropped.

"You defeated a mountain troll?" Zacharias had to hear it again; trolls were notorious for their resistance against magic.

Harry nodded slowly. "Bloody hell" - putting everyone's thoughts in two words, Ernie. Apparently he was considering about admitting defeat, he simply could not beat someone who took out a mountain troll with a first year spell, not when most people would run around in panic.

Grabbing a sandwich from the table he bid them goodnight, citing tiredness.

Albus Dumbledore sat near his pensive, depositing his memories of the day in his pensive. It was a daily ritual he performed, not only making a backup had its obvious advantages, recalling all his memories when he put them in the basin helped to review everything and gave him a new perspective, but today he was focusing more on the events of the day, Harry Potter had rushed to save the girl, saving him from the trouble of filing all the paperwork, sweeping the incident under the carpet and obliviating the parents of magic. Harry Potter did have the required tendencies, the reason he had to be kept at the Dursleys was to make malleable and to lower his self esteem. Harry Potter needed to be sacrificed and if he had to make Harry do it willingly, then he would have to make sure that Harry loved others more than he loved himself. Harry would need to love the wizarding world enough that he would willingly sacrifice himself, although it was not necessary, he would kill the boy himself if it was needed, he had to make sure that Harry Potter did not run away, if he did that, it would become difficult to find him. Not that he would not be able to, but it was better to be safe. Not to mention if Harry Potter came to trust him, then he could guide the boy to part with his fortune which was sitting in Gringotts.

All old families guarded their money very carefully, and if Harry Potter died then the vaults would seal themselves and go into a fidelius, it was done because the wiser families did not trust Ministry and other families to not assassinate their heirs and seize the gold. He was glad that Harry was ready to help others, but to his dismay Harry was not lacking confidence and he seemed to handle himself well. Initially he had hoped to make Weasley boy and Harry friends, but it seemed it was not meant to be and Harry had shown his dislike for the boy twice in front of the teachers. Albus also worried about the fact that Harry's friends were all from influential families, not that the boy had other choice, it was merely luck, even the Muggleborn boy was from a rich family, not that muggle money mattered, but being brought up in similar environment helped him to relate better to Smith and McMillan. Harry was not brought up the same way; He himself had made sure of that. But being Harry Potter and the boy's natural charisma and good looks meant that he would not have trouble befriending others. It was all Tom Riddle again, although Tom did not have even half the students in his year as friends, given his blood status. Albus was worried, but including Nymphadora and Granger eased his worries. For now he would have to make sure that Harry and Tom had a confrontation.

All plots are not meant to come to fruition; he knew the fact and contingencies were always required. He would also have to watch Quirrel closely, what he did today was foolish to extreme and not something expected of Tom. Putting the whole school at danger and being obvious about it was not Tom's style. Tom would have gone for the stone during the feast and would have waited Snape to follow, ambushing and killing him in the process all the while extracting all information he needed with help of torture and legilimency. Perhaps 11 years of isolation had an adverse effect on his mind. With a sigh he closed the cabinet and went to sleep, dreaming of schemes and plots and how to implement them.

Nov 1, 1991

As usual Harry arrived earliest at the breakfast, not surprisingly Hermione arrived early and promptly joined Harry at the breakfast table, and this got some raised eyebrows. Catty at the staff table had her eyebrows raised and lips pursed; apparently she did not like her Gryffindors abandoning fellow house-mates in the process of making friends and Hermione did not have a single friend in Gryffindor. Sprout was smiling, it would do the girl some good to have friends, Snape was impassive and Flitwick had yet to arrive. Some time later Harry was joined one by one by fellow Puffs and Neville. Apart from raised eyebrows no one said anything against the new development. Hermione was soon in a conversation with Susan and Hannah with Justin piping something in between. Apparently she was telling her the difference between Aurors and regular Law enforcement units. Harry did a mental countdown for the post to arrive. Someone had invested in Zonko's and was backing them up to bring a new range of products with the title of "The Potty Master". And arrive the post did, with lots and lots of owls carrying packages which when opened carried a schoolbag with Zonko's symbol on them, the bags were expanded inside, naturally everyone opened them. Every bag had a random Zonko product for promotion and a box with the photo of an action figure stirring a toilet seat. The action figure in the box itself wasn't your average animated action figure either. It had two curtain of hair on its head, one along each side of the side of the face; the centre of the head did not have any hair and looked ridiculous in Harry's opinion. The curtains started a bit sideways and the hair looked as if grease had been poured upon it. The figure had comically long nose that bulged as one traveled away from the face and then again narrowed into a hook. The skin color was pale and the figure wore black robes with dirty yellow stains. All in all it would be a very ugly thing to look at, had it not been a very mocking imitation of Severus Snape. Soon everyone in the great hall was laughing and Snape looked like he would pop a nerve in his head. Unfortunately for Snape the embarrassment did not end, the figures which were in someone's hand started screaming in a very annoying voice – "Unhand me you imbecile" or "Leave me be you dunderhead". A few were screaming about deducting 50 points for manhandling a teacher or a few wanted to deduct 500 points from the respective house of the student for bad breath. Those that were not in someone's hand starting farting and pamphlets started coming from somewhere (I would leave it for the reader to decide). The Weasley twins promptly glanced at each other and in unison slammed theirs headfirst on the table. Immediately the two figures righted themselves and squealed in pain, running circles around each other with arms flailing at their sides and promptly farted. Others soon followed suit, meanwhile some began reading the pamphlets -

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