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Classes
The next day there was still no change. People whispered from all around him from the second he stepped out his dorm room. Some people had even walked passed him several times in the corridor to get a better look at him. Terry commented they probably wanted to look at his scar, which made Harry conscious about himself, moving strands of hair to cover it up. He really wished they'd stop, after all, thanks to them staring he actually made a full circle, ending right back at the Ravenclaw knocker.
Harry wasn't even sure how that was possible since he was going down, he blamed it on Terry though. Terry's only response to that was that he was following him. He was just thankful it was still early for class or he would defiantly be late, something he didn't really want to be on his first day. Luckily for them, Kevin came out of the dormitory then and helped guide them back to the Great Hall for breakfast, with him boasting about how brilliant his memory will help him in his hero days.
That's right, hero days.
Harry had learned last night Kevin dreamed of being a hero the second he found out he was a wizard. He claimed that Hogwarts was his origin story and that one day he'd become a great hero, someone like Doctor Strange from the Marvel comics. Last night he even asked Harry if he could be his sidekick, hearing all the stories of how he defeat the dark lord as a baby.
Harry guessed that the sandy brunette thought he'd been raised in the wizarding world for all these years, learning more powerful spells or something. He tried to let the boy down gently, soon realizing he didn't have to as the boy just cheered saying that they could be partners, and become the greatest heroes together. Terry had just laughed, no help at all.
With Kevin, it didn't take too long to get to the Great Hall. Kevin mostly talked about soccer and his favourite comic book heroes. Terry chipped in when he knew what they were talking about, after last night he understood a bit.
"So this Doctor Strange guy was just a powerful being that was called Sorcerer Supreme?" Terry asked, placing the pieces together.
"Yep, cool right?" Kevin answered cheerily.
"I guess." Terry shrugged as they entered the Great Hall. "It's just like we have in our world, only the most powerful and skilled wizards are just called sorcerers."
"Really?" Kevin asked, getting a nod from the dark hair boy before eagerly exclaiming. "Then that will be my goal!"
"Then you've definitely got some work ahead of you." Harry added in, Kevin turning his smile to him.
"Let's see who gets the title first Harry, The Boy Who Lived or Muggleborn Kevin." Kevin shouted, grabbing the attention of the whole Great Hall. There was a bit of snickering after that with several others laughing their heads off. Harry blushed at the response, trying to sink into his clothing as he walked a little faster to the Ravenclaw table where he could see the rest of his fellow first years, while noticing the still smiling eager face of Kevin.
"So it's a race between you and Entwhistle to become sorcerers now Harry?" Michael laughed as Harry approached them, the red on Harry face only increasing.
"Leave him alone." Mandy said beside him, giving him a slight nudge to the side. Harry nodded a thank you to her as he sat down beside Padma who greeted him as he took his seat before almost jumping in a panic as Terry placed the tip of his wand on her side and quickly slid it up. She squealed, making all those around her to jerk in fright and cover their ears as her body flailed.
"ARRR! TERRY!" She shouted, probably being the loudest she'd ever been. Terry just gave her a devilish smile as he sat beside Harry.
"Nothing like a good scare in the morning, Pad." Terry laughed before starting to reached out for the food in front of him. After that the rest enjoyed a good breakfast, not much of a disruption, until Lisa came tripping over her own feet knocking over Kevin milk, wetting Mandy on the other side of the table, knocking Anthony's arm making him throw the toast into the air where surprisingly enough hitting Harry in the face.
That was the first time food ever flew at Harry. Once Lisa apologize for the tenth time and Mandy asking a favour for from a seventh year to dry her clothes, the first years started to talk among themselves for a while until Penelope walked over standing, straight behind Harry, a bright smile on her face.
"Did you enjoy your first night?" She asked instantly getting a lot of happy smiles and yeses.
"I know Goldstein did, it probably the first time he slept without worrying waking up dead." Terry laughed, confusing Harry. It wasn't something you usually joke about, and made him curious if what Terry said was true. It's probably not, no parent is that irresponsible to their own children... right?
"At least I don't usually bring flees to my bed." Anthony retorted, a smile quickly forming on Terry's face with a small laughed. He obviously wasn't offended.
"Now remember today is the first day of classes, and as Ravenclaw, people shall put a lot expectation on you." Harry face paled at the thought. He still barely knew a thing about magic, even with looking over her manual, Harry didn't know much. What if they picked him to do a demonstration, or answer a question? He's not going to be ready. "Ï recommend reading the first few pages of each of your text books before each class, especially potions class, I'm sure you all heard stories of Professor Snape by now."
Most of the first years nodded their heads. Harry didn't, but by the way she was talking, he wasn't good. Penelope then headed off with a smile and a good luck which Harry took as 'I'm leaving you alone to get a quick study session in before class'. Harry instantly went in search for his potion book, no way did he wanted to be a full on failure. Harry barely even ate after that, using all his spare time reading.
Terry and Michael had fun with him about that, that Penelope scared the Boy Who Lived. If it wasn't for Anthony and Mandy telling them off, he'd probably be too distracted to learn anything, though Kevin did help, picking up his own potion book and traded spaces with Padma to help each other learn. Thanks to that, by the time the rest were finished breakfast they had memorised most of the glossary on the first and second pages. No help from Terry.
He wasn't all that quiet, he was quieter than usual, but still pretty loud, though he did keep on reassuring Harry that everything was going to be fine, keeping the ideal that most students probably won't know the answer to the teacher's questions either and thus it was no big deal.
Surprisingly, Anthony agreed by saying that other than Snape, they probably wouldn't need to know much on their first day. As long as they managed to get there, write what they tell them to write listen to what they're saying, everything would be alright. That did make Harry feel a little better and less anxious, using logic like that, but he just couldn't get rid of his nonsense worrying. It did make him close his book, though, that's more on Kevin's part as he forced him to take a break, saying it's the classes' job to make them feel tired and wearily, not their anxiousness study.
"So Defence against the dark arts is first huh, how do you think that'll go?" Anthony asked finishing his breakfast. Harry shrugged at the thought, he actually tried not thinking about it, still bearing a dreaded feeling he would fail whatever they do.
"I bet they teach us a binding spell." Terry replied, spitting out his pancakes, Mandy getting most of the fireworks. "I hope they'll teach us an out of control dance spell, that'll be wicked." Harry could only laughed, though he wasn't sure if it was because of Terry's claims or because Mandy punched him in the arm, yelling at how he shouldn't speak with his mouth full, it could even be because Anthony was rolling his eyes... maybe it was all the above.
"Maybe..."
"What was that Padma? You'll have to speak louder, You're fighting the whole Great Hall." Terry encouraged, leaning in closer to Padma. Padma seemed to cower under everyone's gaze and sink deeper into her seat.
"Maybe the knockback Jinx."
"Well that's a pretty simple spell, that could be possible." Anthony nodded in agreement, a small smile forming on Padma face. Harry smiled and nodded, having no idea what he was nodding to. It wasn't like he would actually have any clue what a spell is or how hard it is to learn.
"Ohh, Maybe he'll teach us how to make a stream of water." Lisa squealed excitedly.
"I doubt it." Mandy spoke up, all eyes going on her. "We have Professor Quirrell right? He doesn't look like the guy who would allow us to use magic in the first week. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if he passed out at the first time someone raises their voice to him."
"Let's be serious for a moment, he won't even make it to class." Terry laughed, after actually sounding serious.
"Maybe a wind chime will ring down the hall and he'll think one of those Vampires had caught up to him again." Anthony said with a small chuckle, everyone else bursting into a fit of laughter. Even Padma and Mandy laughed. Harry couldn't felt a little sorry for the Professor, he did seem nice after all.
"We'll get a free period in the first class of term, that'll be wicked." Terry commented, holding his sides.
"What are we saying, we're Ravenclaws, we shouldn't want a free period." Mandy spoke back, going into shock at how they were acting.
"Lighten up Brocklehurst, we're kids, we live for free periods." Terry reasoned before throwing a handful of bacon down his throat.
"True, and if that was a possibility I guess we could study for potions." Mandy said in thought, ignoring the black hole of a child beside her as he reached over to her to grab a plate of toast. "I heard he was a real creep."
"Jerk." Terry responded between bits.
"Monster." Padma muttered, looking anywhere but in the direction of Snape and away from them. Harry assumed she was afraid Snape had super hearing and made to look as if she had no part in their conversation.
"A bat in disguise." The brunette replied nonchalantly playing with her hair.
"I almost wet my pants." Springing into alert and inching away, all eyes snapped as wide as possible at the silent Muggleborn. He looked up from his empty plate, feeling the gaze of the others and glared at each and every one of them, his face turning a dark shade of red. "I said almost!"
"Time for class." Anthony said, getting out of his seat, Mandy and Padma following his example.
"What do you mean, we still have fifteen minutes to worry about that." Terry replied, moving onto his fourth plate. Harry couldn't believe his eyes as Terry moved a plate a bacon closer to him. It was like he never had food before, Harry was unsure where he was putting it all. Frankly, Harry doubted he wanted to know either.
"We're going to be late already Terry." Anthony shot back. "And we should at least try to get there on time." Terry just waved it off mumbling how class wasn't going anywhere and continued to eat. Anthony then turned his attention to Harry.
"What about you?" Harry instantly shot out of his seat, almost tripping as he stood in front of Anthony.
"No way am I following Terry again, not after this morning." Harry replied tensing as Terry suddenly jumped out of his seat.
"I was following you!' He cried, getting the attention of the whole hall. "It was you who turned a corner every time someone mentioned your name."
"If you were following me, why didn't you mention we were going up?" Terry stuttered for a few seconds before falling back into his seat , digging into his bacon.
"So it's settled, never take directions from Boot or Potter, can we go now, we'll be late to class."
"I don't know, I think it'll be amazing to see how lost they get.
"Lost with Terry and Harry, that's maddening."
"Getting lost?" Lisa asked, rising from her seat as the rest started their journey to class.
"No, the idea of getting lost with them. If I actually did get lost with them , that'll be a permanent stay at St Mungo."
...
After that the rest of the day seemed to be gloomy in comparison. Defence Against the Dark Arts, the class everyone was excited for, ended up being a joke, more so then what the Ravenclaws thought. As expected, Professor Quirrell's class smelled like garlic and he didn't teach them a thing, they didn't even show their wands.
He just told them about his past experiences which seemed very unlikely. For one, he's not really the adventurer type and two, the second Kevin questioned him about one of his stories he blushed and went onto something else.
The only time that class was enjoyable was when Terry came bursting through the door half way through the class and Professor Quirrell dived under his desk. It only got more amusing as Terry smirked and started to shout "WHERE ARE YOU QUIRRELL?! I want to suck your blood!" There was only whimpering after that.
"I like Professor Quirrell." Lisa said turning back in her seat to smile at Harry and Anthony. There was no doubt in Harry mind that she wasn't loving this. "He's great."
"Yeah, I feel so safe when he's around." Anthony replied, sarcasm dripping off each word. After that, class got real boring again, Harry almost fell asleep as he tried to write the dribble that was coming out of Quirell's mouth.
Anthony ended up grabbing out his potion book, claiming if they weren't going to learn nothing in this class he might as well prepare for the next one. Harry wanted to do the same in all honestly, it beat listening to the stuttering teacher, but he wasn't like Anthony, he didn't come from a wizarding family, he needed to do his work one class at a time to keep up with the others. Even if it meant working while his classmates either followed Anthony's lead, goofed off or did a Terry and fell straight to sleep after hearing one of Quirell's stories.
...
Once the morning period finished, the class rushed out the door, not wanting to stay . Harry couldn't really blame them, he almost vomited thanks to the smell. The only reason he didn't was because he was unsure what Anthony would say or do if he vomited on him as well as the fact that he already got too much attention as is.
"You should have just vomited, you would've gotten out of class a lot sooner." Terry yawned, rubbing his eyes and as he kept in pace with Harry and the rest of Ravenclaw.
"Yes, but Anthony might try to kill me afterwards." Harry commented , a large grin forming on the older Ravenclaws face.
"He wouldn't kill you." Terry waved off. "Being sarcastic to you the rest of your life, yes, a strong definite, but he was already planning on doing that."
"And here I thought I was being blunt the whole time."
"See! Like that." Terry shouted, pointing a finger to the now smirking blond. Harry could only smile, he enjoyed being around Terry and Anthony, they were a lot better company then any of the Dursleys.
Sadly, he couldn't stay being happy, though he really doubted anyone could, unless they wore green, in the presences of Professor Snape. It only took Harry the first five minutes to learn all that the others said about him was true while also confirming his belief Snape didn't like him even in the littlest bit.
The setting wasn't too pleasant either. It was dark and gloomy, not surprising, seeing that they were in a dungeon. And as if it wasn't creepy enough, there was pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Harry needed no help from the coldness of the room to give him goosebumps.
He started class with roll call, once and awhile glancing up to stare at the person, like Oliver Rivers, a Hufflepuff boy who sat in the far corner in the back. Snape seemed interested in him, staring at him longer then the few others he deemed worthy to look up at, though this could be because he was wearing a very fashionable scarf that doesn't fit with school uniform. The second he called Padma's name, she instantly jumped out of her seat as the gothic wizard stared right at her. It was only a moment, but Padma was so unnerved under his sneer she actually leaned in closer to Harry, tugging on one of his sleeves.
At first Harry didn't mind, even using his free hand and placed it on her arm, trying to comfort her in the only way he could think of. Unfortunately by her leaning closer on him Snape's sneer fell off of her and landed straight on him.
It was bound to happen anyway, Harry guessed, his name was if not next, the one after, but he wished he still had a bit more time to soak in the relax and freedom vibe this Dungeon had to give.
"Ah, yes." Snape said softly. "The great Harry Potter has gave us the honour of being in his presence." Though Harry knew it wasn't the time or place, he couldn't help but think Anthony should sue him, sarcasm was his thing.
His thoughts instantly shut up though as he got a good look at Snape's eyes, quickly understanding what was so unnerving by them. Hell, he doubt even Anthony could stare into those cold, dark, lifeless eyes and not blink. He couldn't help but wonder if the room just got colder within that second, a sudden urged to cuddle Padma crossing his senses.
What made it worse was Harry soon learned Penelope's warning was with good reasons. If you didn't know a thing by the time you had your first potions class, you were doomed under his nasty sneer.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," He began, the class clinging onto each and every word. No one would dare make a peep, a talent many teachers would probably desire.
"There is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Kevin tensed in front of Harry, hearing the word dunderheads, his posture quickly straightening. Lisa seemed frightened as she stared at the boy, grabbing hold of him.
Harry ended up looking around the class to see many of the other students were petrified, all looking like as they'd seen a ghost, which was a possibility, they were as pale as one. Harry managed to get a quick glance behind him where Terry and Anthony sat and as surprising as it was, neither seemed fazed by the grim teacher. Terry actually yawned.
"Potter!" Said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Harry barely caught a word in that sentence, and the words he did catch, what in the world were they? He felt his heart skip a beat as all eyes landed on him. He doubted Snape would asked the question again, not that it would help.
"I don't know sir." Harry hated the looked that formed on Snape face. He was getting pleasure at Harry's limited knowledge.
"Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Harry first thoughts were 'What's a bezoar?' The blank look on Harry face only made Snape lips curled into his sneer.
"I don't know sir."
"Didn't occur to you to open a book before you came, did it Potter?"
"But he did, he skimmed through a few of the pages." Lisa replied, a small smile forming on his face, truly appreciative that Lisa backed him up.
"That's ten points taken from Ravenclaw." Snapped Snape, glaring down at Lisa making her sink into her seat.
"Wow! Do we even have points yet?" Terry suddenly blurted out. Harry turned around to see the dark hair boy on the edge of his seat, looking wide awake as the rest of the class chuckled or giggled in response.
"Another fifteen points taken away from Ravenclaw." Michael turned to glare at Terry, a silent code to shut up, but he just shrugged at the thought, still unfazed by the creepy dark wizard. Harry understood their complaints of losing house points, but he was unsure why they would comment on it. In Harry's books it was worth losing the points to see the scowl on Snape's face.
"And now Mr Potter." Said Snape bringing all attention back to Harry making him gulp in fear. Harry couldn't understand why he was picking on him, it wasn't like he did anything to him to receive this humiliation. Just as Snape started to speak again Harry felt a quick tap on the back of his seat. He turned back around, getting a glance behind him only to see Terry thumbs up with a wink of an eye. Harry suppose that was his version of a pep talk.
"Mr Potter are you listening?" Snape said sternly, his voice lack of any emotion.
"No sir, can you repeat the question please." Harry apologized as he turned back around in his seat, a small blush on his face.
"I asked you what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Harry repeated the words monkshood and wolfsbane in his head. They sounded familiar but he was sure he didn't read that in his books just yet. His mind raced for the answer, not paying attention to how Snape lips slowly curls into a sneer at Harry blank face.
"Monkshood and wolfsbane." Harry whispered repeating it for the fifth time now, then it hit him. His eyes shot wide open in disbelief as he leapt out of his seat with joy.
"I know this one." He claimed, getting a few snickers around the room at his sudden actions. "I actually know this one. The only differences between Monkshood and wolfsbane is what name you choose to use, it's the same plant!"
Snape sneered turned into a scowl as Harry got it right. "One out of three, so you're not a complete failure."
"Glad we have an encouraging, competent teacher as oppose to a complete git." Said Anthony suddenly, no subtly in his words. For a whole moment no one made a sound, Harry doubted many actually took a breath. All was staring at Anthony, all questioning his sanity for speaking out and even more so with the at ease look on his face. He wasn't worry or scared, he was... well Anthony.
Snape on the other hand, Harry swore this was completely new for him. His was stunned, his eyes wide, his face a blank and his jaw was touching the ground. Harry thought the look was priceless and was glad he was to petrified to laugh.
"Not once," Snape started, flaring his nostrils. "Not once in all my time teaching at Hogwarts had someone dared to speak back to me!"
"Congratulations, you find a child with a backbone." Even with Snape back to his true colours Anthony still talked back, automatically becoming Harry's hero. Other then Mandy, who sighed in annoyance, and Terry, who smile like a goof, everyone else went to the edge of their seats and not because they wanted to get closer to the action. Quite the opposite. No one wanted to get in between the two once Snape got going.
"You're on thin ice Mr Goodstein." Snape said in a low, whisper, slamming his hands on Anthony table and growling right up in his face. It was obviously an intimidation technique, though you wouldn't know it looking at Anthony. He continued to sit where he was without moving an inch.
"Didn't occur to you to use a breath mint this morning did it, or is this part of your intimation methods?" Snape gave him an appalling look before standing up straight and sharply turned away.
"Ten points taken from Ravenclaw and Mr Goldstein, I expect to see you in detention." Snape said, saying the last part over his shoulder.
"Detention on the first day, someone aimed to prove himself."
"You too Mr Boot."
"Wait, what?" Terry asked springing up in his seat. The other Ravenclaws rolled their eyes, shook their heads or sighed in disbelief. Anthony and Terry weren't winning the favour of their house.
"Sit down Potter." Harry fell back down into his seat, not needing to be told twice. "The answers to the two question Potter couldn't answer are that asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. As for bezoar, it's a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. Why aren't you writing any of this down?"
Quills and parchment suddenly became the popular trend as people rampaged through their belongings to stay out of Snape's line of sight. No one in their right mind wanted to be the victim of Snape's wrath, hence why the Hufflepuffs kept on giving Ravenclaw a quick glance. Harry believed they wanted to see the next nutter from the house of the wise.
Potions didn't get much better for the rest of class either. Being placed into pairs, they were told to mix up a simple potion to cure boils. Luckily for Harry, Padma seemed to have a natural talent for potions, doing everything properly, which was great, seeing Harry had no idea what he was doing. If it wasn't for Padma suddenly throwing out her arm to stop Harry from adding the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire they would have created a huge mess with more insults from the git of Slytherin himself. He couldn't say the same for the rest of Ravenclaw.
Snape stalked behind everyone, criticizing everything they did. The Hufflepuffs weren't much better, but in comparison they were spoiled rotten. It was a nice break though once River got to close to the cauldron with his scarf ending up catching on fire. Of course, he got yelled at for having a scarf in class. Sadly it only last a second for after Snape put the fire out, clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.
Lisa had managed to melt her cauldron into a twisted blob. Apparently she'd done what Harry almost did. She added the quills before taking the cauldron off the fire. Her and Mandy's potion spilled over the stone floor, burning through people shoes. If it wasn't for the fact Mandy was smart enough to step back and Lisa squealing and rushing behind Harry and Padma, the two would have been burned when the cauldron collapse. Everyone, expect Lisa who sat on Harry's lap, ended up placing their feet on their stools, avoiding the green liquid.
"Not again." Snape snarled under his breath, cleaning the mess with a flick of his wand. "That is exactly what happens when you don't read the instructions." After that, Ravenclaw lost a few more points and got a huge lecture on how they need to work on their behavioural skills, strictly looking at Anthony and Terry as he spoke, and stop being a complete waste of his time. Anthony was about to say something but Mandy covered his mouth before he could say a word, so Terry figured he'd say something.
"You moron! Our skills reflect your teaching." He's doomed. Ravenclaw lost more points after that. This was definitely not Ravenclaw's finest hour, but then... maybe it was. Depending on your point of view. They're going to be a part of history, that's for sure, under the title 'The day Snape almost passed out on shock and rage'.
...
After class Harry, Kevin and the girls walked out to the lake, Kevin and Mandy wanting to get out into the sun, a desire shared by Harry and Lisa. It would feel great after being cooped up in the dungeon, coped up with Snape for a few hours. Sure, he wanted to hit the books, mainly so no other teacher could get to him like Snape did, but a little free time after classes shouldn't hurt.
"Hey I'll race you to the lake!" Kevin grinned as they walked out of the school doors, bolting towards the beautiful lake just off in the distance. Lisa and Mandy shot off the ground right after him.
"You're on Entwhistle!" Mandy called after him, closing the gap between the two.
"Hey wait for me!" Lisa laughed taking up the rear, a huge smile on her face.
Harry was about to bolt after them, with how much he ran from Dudley and his crew back home Harry assumed he could catch up, maybe not win, but he'd keep up with them. He took two steps forward when he noticed the lack of a person.
He turned back to see Padma just standing at the door with a small smile on her face. Harry knew those smiles, they were fakes.
"Are you alright Padma?" Harry asked walking back up to her. She seemed startle by the question but quickly gave him another smile.
"Of course." She said softly, just above a whisper. Harry didn't believe her, which showed on his face. It didn't take long for Padma to drop her head down in defeat. "I don't feel right having fun while Terry and Goldstein are in detention."
"True." Harry agreed. "But I bet Terry having the time of his life as we speak giving Snape hell and Anthony might actually die of joy with all the possibilities of sarcastic attacks."
"Those two aren't ever getting out of detention are they?" Padma replied, giggling into her hand.
"Probably not, not with Snape in charge." Harry commented. "Though I give it a week before Snape passes them on to someone else and after that we'll have to play it on ear. so until then, why don't we have some fun with the rest, what do you say?"
"Alright." Padma replied taking Harry's outstretched hand and giving a genuine smile.
"Hey are you two coming or are you going to start making kissy faces?!" Lisa called out. Both Harry and Padma face redden as bright as a tomato at the comment, instantly letting go of each other's hand.
"We're coming." Harry yelled. The two ran up to the other three, catching up in a matter of seconds. In no time they were all smiling and joking. They somehow ended up getting into a game of tag, Kevin seeing it as a way of keeping in shape.
"You better watch out Potter." Mandy teased chasing him across the field. "I almost got you." That's what she thinks. Harry was used to being chased and thus, knew a few escape methods. Noticing how she was closing the gap Harry slowed his pace, waiting patiently as she came at full speed, a devilish smirk on her face.
Three... Two... One! Harry thought before quickly diving to the ground off to the side, quickly going into a roll and springing to his feet, going in the opposite direction as Mandy ran right passed him unable to touch him, and tried to slow down to alter her direction.
Meanwhile Harry was bolting down the field, a huge smile on his face as he looked back to see Mandy just now coming back after him. "What was that about you almost getting me?!" Harry teased a confident smile on his face. Mandy gave him a rather amuse smirk as she speed up, though it was only for a short while before paling as she suddenly pointed forward.
"Harry in front of...!" But it was too late, Harry suddenly ran into something that felt like a brick wall, stumbling backwards before landing on his butt. He could hear snickers just in front of him while also hearing his fellow House mates' voices of concern.
"Harry!"
"Harry are you okay?!"
Harry shook his head as he suddenly felt a pair of hands on his back before feeling the grass around him for his glasses, until someone passed them back into his hands, putting them on afterwards. Though he didn't need them on to know where that voice came from.
"Smooth move Potter, maybe you should look where you're going, next time." Looking up, he glared right at Draco Malfoy's smug face, with four other Slytherin behind him laughing.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry demanded, as he stood up with help from Kevin.
"We heard what you did in class today Potter, you insulted our head teacher and we aren't taking that from a pathetic Halfblood."
"Well first time for everything." Harry responded.
"Harry come on, we don't need to do this." Padma tried to persuade him, trying to get him to walk away. But Harry wasn't going to do it. He wasn't going to let Malfoy have the last laugh.
"Snape deserved it." Lisa suddenly back up, shocking the Slytherin and Padma. "What Terry and Anthony said was true."
"He's a total git." Kevin spat back.
"Don't you dare speak about him like that!" Pansy said pushing her way up front and shoving Kevin.
"Yeah, learn your place you filthy Mudblood!" Draco spat out, a smug look on his face as the others Slytherin shared behind.
"Yeah you filthy Mudblood."
"You tell him Draco." Harry was unsure what Mudblood meant, but he figured it was really bad as Padma and Lisa gasps, and the devastated look on Kevin's face. He figured he'd ask Terry or Anthony later when there was no else around.
"Shut up Malloy." Mandy said suddenly beside Harry, shoving the stuck up Slytherin. Draco quickly regain his balance, though the smug looked turned into a disgusted scowl as he tried to shove Mandy, but she just stepped aside as he came at her and watched him trip over his own feet a little way passed Harry.
Crabbe and Goyle instantly went into action, but one look from Mandy made them think twice instead. Pansy Parkinson just rolled her eyes at the boys.
"Well get her." She yelled, but the boys still didn't move.
"You cowards she just one girl!" Draco yelled as he stumble to his feet.
"Yeah!" Bulstrode agreed. Crabbe and Goyle shared a glance with each other before continuing their assault, not that they came close. Mandy quickly moved into place and punched them both in the guts. The air driven out of their lungs, they stumbled backwards while Mandy stood tall.
"Don't mess with Ravenclaw." Mandy sternly yelled. "If I ever hear you say that word again Malfoy you'll wish you weren't ever born."
"You'll pay for this!" Draco shouted as he made his way back to his group. "Mark my words." None of the Ravenclaws seemed to care though, every one of them, including Padma glare daggers straight at him. The only reason why they changed a second later was because Mandy jolted her shoulder slightly and Draco, Crabbe and Goyle ran for the hells screaming like girls with Parkinson and Bulstrode right behind them.
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"HE SAID WHAT!" Terry shouted, gaining the whole common room's attention with a bunch of shushes. After getting the whole story of what happened while he and Anthony were in detention, he was fired up. Even Anthony was tick though he was controlling it a lot better than Terry, who was pacing around the room.
"Oh he was lucky I wasn't there, if I was, he wouldn't have a tongue anymore, no matter how much magic he used to fix it." Terry spat out throwing a fist into his hand.
"If you were there, there wouldn't be no more Malfoys." Anthony replied.
"Damn right there wouldn't be." Terry shouted, stomping away as he left the common room, the rest of the first years watching as he went. "You know what, call Azkaban because I'm going straight to Slytherin common room and gutting that kid."
"Shouldn't we stop him?" Lisa asked watching the dark boy wearily.
"We should." Anthony replied, not showing any sign of going after or stopping the enraged Ravenclaw, getting a few looks from his fellow housemates. "Don't worry he'll get lost before he makes it half way."
"Then shouldn't be stop him so we don't have to start a rescue mission." Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Anthony thought over a second before shaking his head.
"It's Terry he'll wind up back here at some point asking for help." And as expected Terry walked back in through the knocker, looking confused as he starching his head.
"Guys I need help."
"That didn't take too long." Anthony mused, with Harry shaking his head in disbelief.
"Do you know this much about everyone you meet in a day." Kevin asked.
"No, but when you do something five times in a day you can start to set your watch to it." Anthony shrugged, getting a laugh out of the other Ravenclaws.
"Guys we need to get him."
"Terry, think about this logically. Yes, we could kill him, it's a whole lot easier and ends possibly half of Hogwarts problems right there, but wouldn't it be more fun giving him hell every time we see him to the point for him just seeing us gives him hell?" Anthony replied, trying to use logic to persuade the young wizard.
"Tempting, tempting." Terry replied, in a thinking gesture. " I still want to at least give him a broken bone."
"In due time."
"Oh boy!"
"I'll have to keep watch over you two at all times, won't I." Mandy moaned with a roll of her eyes. As Terry and Anthony grinned at one another.
"Sure, while you're doing that Harry can get him." Terry laughed as Harry face palmed. Of course Terry would bring him into it. "Besides Mandy, you got to punch him."
"At least I'm not going out looking to kick him, the moment just happened. And it was Crabbe and Goyle, not Malfoy."
"Don't worry Terry, its Malfoy, there'll be more moments." Kevin laughed by the boy side.
"I can't wait!" Mandy and Harry could only share a look with one another, sharing the same thought: these two were going to be trouble.
AN: Well that's that. I hope you guys enjoying the story so far, I promised it will be getting more interesting soon. If you have any question please asked away though keep in mind I won't give away spoilers.
To Gogglegirl, Terry Boot was mention at being at Hogwarts during the seventh book so he is either half-blood or pure. In this story he's pure.
To NatNicole, I'm going to be completely honest... I did not put that much thought into that part. Now, I could easy make up several excuses why that didn't fully register when it totally should have, instead I'll just say I'm pretty sure J.K. Rowling made the same mistake. But thank you for catching that, I'll try to do better in the future.
To MPChess, You're right, it was a bit of a wait and I'm sorry about that. I just needed some time to write a couple of chapters for this and a few other stories. Aso thank you for catching my mistakes with spelling, I'll look a little bit closer from now on.
And last but not least, so you won't feel left out, thanks for the review Zlatka. It means a lot.
Chapter four: Mystery will be out on the 20th of July.
Hope to hear and see you again. Shadowwolf547 out.