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Harry thought classes were imensely boring. Transfiguration especially. He hadn't had potions yet, but he knew that would be even worse. For now transfiguration was the one he hated. McGonnagall always picked on him - or it seemed like it - to answer the questions. Harry would stare at her blankly.
"Come on Potter, what is the first law of transfiguration?" Mcgonnagall asked impatiently.
Behind him Longbottom was snickering. He was quite big, almost Goyle sized and had black hair and brown eyes. He also had an ugly lightning bolt scar on his forehead which made him the boy who lived and thus recieved special treatment from ALL the teachers. McGonnagal especially. Snape, he didn't know.
"Dunno," Harry said, which was his basic response for all questions the teachers asked now. 'What is this?' Dunno "What is that?' Dunno.
"Potter..." McGonnagall said, and sighed. "We learnt this in first year. What. Is. The. Laws. Of. Transfiguration?"
Harry shrugged. "Dunno."
McGonnagal seemed to be growling almost. "If people could turn stupid, you would be a prime candidate."
Harry was unfazed.
"Ten points from Grfyindor."
"Potter, what the hell are you doing?" Longbottom demanded from behind him. "Losing our house points! Don't you even care about the house cup?"
Harry turned around and gave him the middle finger. "No."
McGonnagall gasped. "Potter, detention."
Beside Longbottom, Danny was also snickering but the smirk wiped off his face when he saw his twin give his best friend the finger. "Harry, you idiot." He snarled.
"Potter! Are you listening?"
"Ya." Harry said.
"Detention, monday night." McGonnagall said. "With Filch."
"Okay," Harry said, he had never had detention before. It might be interesting.
"Okay, who can do inanimate to animate transfiguration?" McGonnagall asked the class.
Only one person raised her hand. "Hermoine?" McGonnagall said.
"I can do it, professor." She siad and waved her wand. She conjured a statue.
"Excellent conjuring, Granger. Ten points to Gryfindor."
"Thank you, but I'm not done." She said and waved her wand over the statue. The statue was a cute little dog. It came alive and barked.
"Wonderful, Hermoine. Top of the class as usual. Another ten points." McGonnagall said.
"Now, is there anyone here who can do what Hermoine just did?"
Harry raised his hand.
McGonnagal cast a disbelieving look on her face. "Potter? You can do this?"
Behind him Longbottom and Danny was full out laughing their heads off, whispering loud enough for him to hear, "Potter is trying to outdo Granger!"
"Sure I can do this," Harry said, faking a bored look on his face. He took the black wand out - not his own - and flicked it, conjuring a humungous statue of a three headed cerebus dog. Longbottom and Danny gasped behind him, McGonnagall's jaws dropped, and Granger cast him a look of deep envy.
"Get ready," Harry said, smirking. "Animatus!"
The three headed dog roared angrily and charged... right at Harry!
"No!" McGonnagal screamed and was about to undo the spell before she was hit with a petrificus totalus, courtesy of Harry Potter. She stood frozen, unable to do anything, all she could do was watch the dog rip Harry apart.
But the dog wasn't aiming for Harry, it leapt over his head and knocked down Longbottom with one pounce. Harry was waving his wand elaborately in deep concentration, like he was using strings to control a doll, which in a way he was. The stone cerebus growled angrily in Longbottom's scared face.
Then Harry started laughing. "How do you like that, Neville?" He said jeering as he flicked his wand to the right. The cerebus turned and charged into Danny, pushing him into the wall. Danny screamed, "Ahhh!" The cerebus drooled big dollopy cement drops on Danny's chest.
Harry rolled his eyes, "What a baby, little bwuther." He flicked his wand and the cerebus crumpled to the ground, now just sand and dust. Then he flicked his wand over to McGonnagall who was watching the proceedings with utmost shock on her face, dispelling the petrificus totalus hex.
"Potter..." She said, gasping for air, her face as white as goat's milk.
"Yes?" Harry asked as he sat down. "How many points do I get for that?"
"DETIONTION!" She snarled.
"What? Not fair!" Harry complained. He just never could win.
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Snape's potion class was very dark and damp and smelt of old cabbage and rotten eggs. He had expected something like this from a man who never uses shampoo. He sighed and brought his bag down on the table in the far end of the room. He had potions with the Gryfs and the the Slyths. This was going to be a long day.
Students entered and seated themselves down. Longbottom and Danny came in, glared at Harry and sat down a bit warily in the far corner of the room.
"Potter, you are in my seat," Malfoy said, and pushed Harry's black bag off the table. It hit the floor with a thump.
"Is that so? I came here first. Buzz off," Harry said, annoyed.
Malfoy flushed. "Potter…" He growled dangerously. "I will only say this once. Get. Out. Of. My. Seat."
Harry had his wand in his hand faster than the eye could see and blasted a puff off hot wind in Draco's face. In olden times this was considered a challenge for a duel, much like how the muggles slapped each other with white gloves when they wanted to challenge each other to duel.
Draco drew his wand and swung it in an arc, and said, "Sectum Sempura!"
Harry's eyebrows rose. It seemed Snape was training Draco, because he recognized that as Snape's trademark curse. He backhanded the curse with his left hand. It flew across the room, right at Severus Snape who just entered from the storeroom. He ducked.
"What is this!" He roared. There was a huge gash on the wall where Draco's curse hit.
"Potter is in my seat." Draco complained.
"What a little kid," Harry said, sneering. "Ooh, look at me, someone's in my seat. I'm going to go cry to the teacher now… waah!"
"Potter?" Snape said as if he couldn't believe his eyes. "Thirty points off Gryfindor, and see me after classes are over for detention. Now get back to your seat."
Harry shrugged. "I don't know where that is Severus." Then he realized his mistake at once. Back at the island he always called everyone by their first names, not Voldemort of course, but the death eaters.
"It is Professor Snape to you, boy." Snape said, eyes narrowed. "Go sit beside your brother."
Harry looked at his brother and Longbottom, both of them had incredulous looks on their faces. He stretched out his legilimency and…
Danny's thoughts: BLOODY HELL, MALFOY IS THE BEST DUELLER IN THE SCHOOL! HARRY JUST FLICKED THE CURSE RIGHT OFF…
Neville's thoughts: WHAT IS THIS? HE CANT BE HARRY POTTER. MUST BE SOMEONE IN DISGUISE. MALFOY IS EVEN BETTER THAN ME AT DUELING, ALMOST…
Harry turned back to Malfoy and saw a look of surprise mixed with utter loathing. He shrugged indiferentially and went to sit next to Danny. He waved his wand and summoned his hand bag along with him.
"Ten points from Gryfindor," Snape said. "No magic is allowed in potions."
What was all this points nonsense? Why would he care about how many points he lost or gained? It was ridiculous.
"Now today we are going to learn how to brew the garnish potion, an antidote to most snake bites that…" Snape droned on, Harry tuned him out.
He went through the rest of the class using other students thoughts and just trying to copy what they did. When it was his turn to hand in the potion at the front desk Snape 'accidently' dropped it. It shattered on the floor, liquid spreading everywhere.
"Oops, looks like it's a zero for you." Snape said. "Now clean up this mess."
"No," Harry said. "You dropped it, its your mess. And I won't accept anything less than perfect."
"What?" Snape looked shocked.
"My potion was perfect." Harry pointed out.
"It was blue," Snape said, which was true. "Garnish potion is supposed to be red." Also true.
"Doesn't matter, you dropped it without marking it first, so I deserve perfect." Harry said.
"This is ridiculous," Snape spluttered. "Another detention, Potter. And fifty points from Gryfindor."
Harry sneered and snapped his fingers. His book bag (which had no books, just a roll of parchment, an inkbottle and a quill) flung toward his hands. He grabbed it and calmly walked out of Potions.
"I'll see the headmaster about this, Severus." Harry said. "Unfair teaching practices are bound to get you sacked."
Neville Longbottom looked wide eyed at his best friend Danny. "What the hell was that?"
Danny shrugged. "I don't know mate. He's different now."