A.N: Hey everyone!
I haven't updated this in a while so I decided to finally update it again.
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As Harry left his charms classroom Professor McGonagall approached him.
"Mr Potter,"
"Yes?"
"I wondered how you were adjusting to this all? It must be hard. I'm just sorry you had to go through all that, and as a child." She shook her head disbelievingly.
"I'm fine."
"You know, I taught your parents when they were young."
Harry nodded slowly.
"If you ever need anyone to talk to, my office is on the first floor, I would be happy to-"
"I'm..okay. I can always speak to Professor Flitwick, he is my head of house after all."
"Yes, yes of course, it was just a thought."
"Thanks though." He gave her a small smile and continued his way down the corridor, quickening his pace as he went.
He glanced back at McGonagall before turning a corner and walking into the Great Hall for lunch.
He fell into a seat next to Terry at the Ravenclaw table, glancing over at The High Table where Professor Dumbledore sat, absorbed in conversation with Professor Burbage, the muggle studies professor.
Harry picked at his food, while Terry seemed to eat as much as he could until he was groaning loudly with his head resting on the table.
"I hate it here." Harry finally said.
"I hadn't noticed."
Harry looked up from his plate to find a brown haired, sour faced girl glaring at him, rather like he was something somewhat unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe.
"He wasn't talking to you, Turpin." A girl with light brown skin and shoulder length black hair glared over at the sour faced girl, who in return, sniffed and turned away, flipping her hair rather dramatically over her shoulder.
"Sorry about her, she can be quite unpleasant sometimes. I'm Padma by the way, I'm halfblood, my mother is a witch and my father is a muggle, she didn't tell him until she was forced to when I had a nasty bit off accidental magic blow up the kitchen when I was four."
"Er, hi."
"Is it true that one of the men who betrayed your parents is a werewolf?"
"He didn't betray my parents." Harry told her quickly. "But yes, he is a werewolf."
"He's savage, I heard," A pale boy appeared behind Padma, his grey eyes focused on Harry.
"He is not." Harry snapped at the boy.
"I heard he ripped off a few of the aurors heads before he could be contained." The blonde boy spoke over Harry's protests. "My father told me they had to lock both Black and the werewolf in one of the most secure cells in Azkaban. We can't have The Savour of the Wizarding World kidnapped again, can we?"
The sour faced girl sniggered lightly.
"Go away."
"How rude." But the grey eyed boy turned and left.
"He isn't savage, he's the kindest person I know." Harry told Padma.
"Then why did he kidnap you?"
Harry sighed.