Hey, this chapter is for all my wonderful reviewers! So… yeah. That's about it for now. ONWARD WITH THE STORY!

Oh, and the chapter titles have nothing to do with chapter content, I just put that moments favorite song as the title. Here are the bands so they can get the credit, the first two were SlipKnot's Prelude 3.0 off of Vol. 3 The Subliminal Verses and Liberate off of SlipKnot. This one and the other two are all A Perfect Circle, Orestes is off of Mer de Noms, Weak and Powerless is off of The Thirteenth Step, and The Nurse Who Loved Me is off of The Thirteenth Step as well.

Reviews: GrlWithoutAName- Just to clarify, Jason and James know Jason is Harry Potter, sorry if that wasn't clear enough (Whoops). But the "Unfamous Mask" is what everybody at Hogwarts sees, because Jason/Harry doesn't want to be Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. He just wants to be Jason Black. tumshie- Sorry about the typo, I'll go back and fix it, I read through it too, damn, still didn't catch it. I'm glad that other than that you like the story so far. Tabbycat1220- Sorry about the misspellings, I use spell check and beta it myself but I let a few through, whoops. Hemotem- That was a hell of a lot of reviews, lol. But glad to hear you like the fact Jason/Harry gets to be normal too! I thought he got screwed up the ass with showing up at school with most of them wanting him to be some great legend. Dramione101- Thanks! I love the words of encouragement!. vnienhuis- You're the first to comment on the rap or Trevor the Flying Toad! I'm so happy somebody likes my ADHD/crack addict moments! HarrySiriusFan- Since you couldn't wait, here you go! Jason/Harry goes to class.

This Chapter: Enter the Dragon… or Snape, same difference… also Flitwick and McGonagall get some appearances! (Or if you want the non ADHD version, it's the first day of class) Plus a surprise I just thought up, but read for that! No spoilers from me.

"The Chronicles of Fayt"

The Noose

Jason Black's POV

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

September 2nd, 1991

He opened his eyes to see an odd blue-ish light streaming in through the drapes around his four poster bed. Wait? Drapes and a four poster bed? What the hell? Where was he…? Then it hit him, Hogwarts. He sat up in bed and pulled back the drapes to see everybody else's where still shut tight and he looked around and saw a clock on one wall, it was only six A.M. He stopped at his trunk and grabbed a set of clothes minus the robe and went into the bathroom attached to the room and took a quick ten minute shower and quickly dried off his body and pulled on his clothes and brushed his teeth quickly so his dorm mates could get in the shower. When he walked into the dorm still toweling his 'hawk dry he saw that everybody was still asleep. Going over to Neville's bed he pulled back the drapes to see his slightly overweight friend was still asleep. "Nev, wake up, it is already six fifteen."

"Wha?" Was the sleepy reply he got for his troubles.

"Wake up Nev, it's time for food." He told the sleepy boy. Neville opened his eyes and looked around.

"Food?" He asked looking confused as he looked around the dorm. "You said something about food? I want food." Neville said, clearly still half-asleep.

"Get up, food is only for those who get up, showered and dressed Nev." He told the other boy while literally dragging him out of bed.

"All right." He mumbled as he grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom to get ready. He then dug around in his trunk looking for his socks and pulled them on before pulling on his shoes and tying them deftly. He then started the search for his gel so he could do his hair. After three minutes of making his trunk a mess he found the bottle and tried, and failed horribly, to do his hair with no mirror. Sitting there for a minute waiting for Neville to get out was boring but when the much more alert Neville walked out the boy laughed at his messed up hair and he stalked past Nev and finished his hair properly this time and walked out to see Terry Boot grabbing his stuff to go take a shower.

"Morning." Terry mumbled tiredly and he nodded in greeting. Neville had just finished tying his shoes and they left the dorm to go down to breakfast. Walking into the Common Room they met Hermione who was coming from her own dorm.

"Morning Neville, Jason!" She said brightly.

"Morning." They both said to her. They left the Common Room and followed some older Ravenclaws down to the Great Hall for breakfast. When they walked into the Hall a wonderful smell met his nose. "Mmm." He said. "Food."

"That's incredibly deep Jason." Hermione said sarcastically.

"I know." He said cheekily as he grinned and sat down at the table. He then spooned some scrambled eggs onto his plate and grabbed some slices of bacon and sausage links as well as some toast with jelly. He then looked at some orange stuff in a pitcher and grabbed the pitcher and poured some in a glass in front of him and sniffed it. It smelled… spicy. What the hell? "What's this?" He asked to nobody in particular.

"Pumpkin juice, what else would it be?" Nev told him, looking at him oddly. Then it hit him what Nev had said.

"Pumpkin juice! What the hell is that?! Are you people nuts? You ever hear of apples? Oranges? Cranberries? Pomegranates?" He asked, still staring at Neville like he was crazy.

"Well, yeah, but pumpkin juice is good Jason, try it." Neville said pushing his somewhat full glass back into his hand. He looked at the orange colored semi see-through liquid and smelled it again. Nope, still weird. He closed his eyes and drank some of it and gagged.

"GOD! How can you drink that Nev?" He asked as he looked around the table for something to wash his mouth out with, but he only saw pitcher after pitcher of that… disgusting drink.

"Tastes fine to me." Neville said shrugging.

"JASON!" James yelled loudly as he walked in. "You like it here bud? The beds are way better here, huh?" He said as he plopped down across from him and started pilling food on his plate.

"Nope, I hate it here, I'm leaving." He said seriously to his brother.

"WHAT!? Leaving? Why?" He asked, shocked.

"That." He said simply as he pointed to the offending juice.

"What about the pumpkin juice?" He asked as he poured himself a glass.

"It tastes disgusting, and there is nothing else to drink here."

"Ah, Mr. Black, it seems I have finally found another who shares my, dislike for pumpkin juice." Said a voice behind him and as he turned and looked he saw Professor Dumbledore standing behind him, eyes oddly enough, twinkling like mad.

"Yeah, it tastes disgusting." He told the eccentric old man who was currently wearing green crushed velvet robes with roaring purple dragons swooping all over it.

"I too find myself disliking it. Minks!" He said and an odd little creature popped out of thin air, startling him.

"Yes Master Dumbledore sir!" The excited little creature squeaked.

"Get Mr. Black here something else to drink this morning." He told the little creature.

"What would Mr. Black be wanting today?" The small creature asked.

"Umm, orange juice." He said uncertainly. The creature nodded and popped away. Less than a minute later a pitcher of juice appeared along with an untainted goblet and he poured himself a goblet as a swarm of owls came swooping in carrying mail. He tried to turn around to thank the professor but he was already at the head table with the other professors. A paper dropped in front of James and his brother paid the owl which then took off. James unfurled the paper and his brow knitted with worry.

"Look at this bro. This isn't good." He said, passing him the paper. He looked at the front page and froze as he looked at the headline sprawled across the page. BOY WHO LIVED OFFICALLY MISSING! REALTIVES QUESTIONED! He then quickly scanned the article.

"Oh god…"

When the Boy Who Lived didn't show up at Hogwarts with the other First Years as he should have, authorities launched into a full investigation. Upon questioning the muggle relatives he was sent to live with they admitted to have dropped him off at an orphanage, though they wouldn't say where or when they abandoned him. Hopefully upon further investigation the aurors will find our young hero…

The article continued on with a bunch of quotes from aurors and the Minister of Magic, some guy named Fudge. He froze as he read it though, he was the only orphan at Hogwarts. They were going to find him.

"Weird huh Jason? Harry Potter is your age, and an orphan somewhere! Too bad you don't have a scar, you could go around as The Boy Who Lived and have people falling at your feet." James said laughing as he wondered what the hell he was doing. "Your eyes are the wrong color though, Harry Potter is supposed to have green eyes. Too bad, if you were famous that would be pretty cool." James said looking a little bit thoughtful as it dawned on him what James was doing. The genius was playing it off! He was joking around, pointing out why he couldn't be Harry Potter, even though the facts pointed to him being Harry Potter.

"Jason Black?" A tiny man behind him squeaked.

"Huh?" He asked.

"I'm Professor Flitwick! Your Head of House, here's your schedule Mr. Black!" The tiny professor told him while handing him a piece of paper with all his classes on it. He looked at the schedule and passed it to James.

"Which professors are evil stuck-up assholes?" He asked.

"Well, you just met Flitwick, he's mostly cool, just don't be late a lot, that kind of ticks him off. McGonagall is okay, just don't be late and don't talk when she is and you'll get along fine. Snape, ouch, don't be late, ever, don't talk at all and don't make a less than perfect potion and he won't dock points and give you zeros on good potions." James said, looking at today's classes.

"So, don't be stupid and I'm fine?" He asked.

"Yep, pretty much. Just don't be an ass." James agreed.

At seven forty-five he found himself outside his charms classroom waiting for the tiny professor to let them in the class. The professor came up to them with an armful of feathers and opened the door to the classroom and told them in his high-pitched voice. "Go on and grab a feather everybody!" The class filed in and as he walked by the professor he grabbed his feather and sat down in between Nev and Hermione.

"Now!" The teacher said from his stack of books. "I wasn't going to do this spell until late October or early November but, since I pulled some strings with Professor Dumbledore, the Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors and Slytherins are all together and I get you all by yourselves!" He said happily. "I did this because you lot of Ravenclaws always move quicker than the other Houses. Now is there anybody here that hasn't read up through chapter three?" He asked, seeing as nobody raised their hand he clapped his hands together once. "Very good! We're all caught up to the right spot!" He said excitedly. "Now, you are all familiar with the Levitating Charm then?" He asked and everybody nodded, it was one of the first spells mentioned. "Okay, now, who can tell me the proper pronunciation?" He asked and every hand in the class went up, Hermione was practically jumping out of her seat while Neville seemed like he wanted to melt into his. "Mr. Longbottom I believe?" He said pointing at Neville.

"Wingardium Leviosa." He said just loud enough for everybody to hear.

"Correct! Ten points to Ravenclaw!" The teacher said happily and Neville sat up a bit straighter in his chair. "Now, everybody take out there wands and practice the wand movement, swish and flick." The teacher said, getting out his own and showing the proper movement as they all mimicked it. "Very good! Do it a few more times!" He encouraged. "Now. The spell, I want you all to practice on the feathers in front of you! Go!" He said as they all attempted to levitate the feathers." Neville seemed way too nervous to do anything properly and Hermione was getting easily frustrated as she failed time and time again. He tried it for the tenth time and it flopped a bit on the table, only rising a little. Doing it again it rose unsteadily and fell after three seconds.

"Very good Mr. Black! Five points for Ravenclaw." The professor squeaked. He grinned and tried again, lifting the feather about two feet above his desk and dropping it to the table as he cut the spell.

Turning to Neville he tried to help the other boy. "Relax Neville, don't get all worked up or nervous about it." He told him. "You'll get it eventually."

He then turned to Hermione. "Stop getting frustrated Hermione, you're getting too worked up over it, cool it down a bit." After that both of his friends seemed to be doing a little better and by the end of the class both had levitated their feathers a couple times, although Hermione was better at it than Neville was.

The class with McGonagall was a bit harder than the charms. This time Hermione used his advice right away and was the first to turn the toothpick into a needle. He was second and a Hufflepuff named Justin was third. Neville got it by the end of class, but just barely, he only did it twice before the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch.

Getting to lunch was a bit of a problem though, Peeves the Poltergeist was a bit of a pain, he was throwing ink balloons at people, not water balloons, ink balloons. By the time he got into the Great Hall he was soaked in the bright orange and pink ink, oddly the colors weren't mixing though. Luckily there was a laughing Dumbledore inside the doors banishing the ink from people's clothes, although the older students were doing it for themselves. Walking over to the table he saw along with the pitchers of crappy orange colored drink there was several other options at the Ravenclaw table. Sitting down he grabbed a roast beef sandwich and started to munch on it while reading up on the first couple of chapters in his book, but it being James's old book there were lots of stupid drawings in the margins as well as summaries of the chapter at the end, handwritten courtesy of James. He got lucky with that and started skipping to the end of each chapter, only reading those parts and skipping back when his brother was unclear. He managed to get through the whole book in an hour while Hermione and Neville talked to the other first years and some second years as well.

He then packed the book away in his bag and joined in the conversation and had to tell the second years and first year girls what he told his dorm mates last night as well as point out that he couldn't be Harry Potter (Even though he is). The people didn't seem quite convinced after reading the article that morning but they let it drop pretty easily. The bell for the end of lunch rang fifteen minutes later and he got up and headed with the other first years down to the dungeons for potions class and they all waited outside the doors with the slowly arriving Hufflepuffs. Everybody had arrived before class started and two minutes before class began the doors opened and a sour looking man with a hooked nose appeared and started talking. "Get in the classroom. No talking." With that the man turned around and swooped like a big bat to his desk at the front of the class. Seeing everybody else hesitate he went in, not wanting to piss off the already pissed off teacher. Hermione followed and Neville came in next and everybody else followed suit. Sitting down near the middle of the class Neville sat at his station and Hermione sat at the one next to theirs and the boy from his dorm that had a dad that knew Neville's parents sat next to her. His name was something like Damian. Weird name.

"Silence!" Snape barked at them, well, more like at the Hufflepuffs, even so, the class grew deadly silent. The teacher then went on some spiel about ensnaring the senses and brewing glory! Even putting a stopper on death. What a load of shit. Nothing could stop death. Idiot. After that he went through the roll. Sending each of them a death glare in turn, 'Man was there something wrong with this guy, maybe he didn't get enough hugs as a child. Somebody should give Snape a big hug, he needs one, badly, or maybe he needs a whore… Hmm, that isn't a bad idea. Save it for later. I should tell James…' He thought as he continued down the list of names. The really pissed off teacher then tapped his wand on the board. "Make the Swelling Solution and put a sample in a vial when you're done, turn it on my desk. Supplies are in that cabinet." He said pointing to one off to the side. "Begin." Man, this guy was a crap teacher. No explanations or anything!

"Nev, let's go get our ingredients," He said getting up and going to the cabinet and grabbing some of the ingredients and telling Neville which ones were left to get. Going back to his station he heated up the cauldron and looked at the directions and started chopping some of the stuff up as Neville started to add ingredients when he was done chopping shredding and measuring the precise amounts. Looking at the directions the potion was the correct shade, although three times he had to stop Neville from doing things wrong and each time Neville almost messed up he grew more clumsy and almost messed up more often. He stopped Neville completely half-way through the potion and told him to calm down and relax, after that Neville did perfectly, not once nearly messing up again. Turning it in, the potion was just half a shade off from what the book said. Pretty damn good for his first potion. Looking over Hermione and Damian's was good, but a few shades off. Some other classmates had horrible potions. One cauldron was holding a lumpy grey concoction that was belching a purple-ish smoke. Snape banished it and glared at the two guilty Hufflepuffs. Walking around he stopped at Hermione's cauldron.

"Hmm, barely acceptable." He said as he passed hers, which really wasn't bad. It wasn't quite the right color but it was at least acceptable. Snape then stopped at his and Neville's which he only stared at. HA! The ass couldn't say anything bad! Take that Snape you great git! Walking up to the desk he had to duck for cover as one of the potions in the class made a grumbling sound and then exploded over most of the class ruining several other people's potions. Luckily most of the people already had stoppers on the vials, saving them. Unluckily for most of the class, they didn't duck in time and their clothes were being eaten by the potion. The girls didn't think it was very funny, the guys just grumbled about the ruined clothes and laughed at the shrieking girls. Snape started vanishing the potion, starting with the girls who had been covered the most, of course, he didn't want to have half-naked students. He repaired most of the people's clothes, minus a few who had stuff that was damaged beyond repair. After that Snape quickly kicked all of them out and as he walked out he idly wondered if every day was going to be this psychotic or if he was going to be a few cards short of a deck by the end of the year.

Phew! I got that out of the way now! My god, I had to force this, sorry if it kind of sucks but man, I don't know, some of it just wouldn't write itself like it does most of the time. I just am like, a medium for the story, I don't even know where most of this comes from, it just pops into my head and appears on the computer screen magically. Well, this is a bit shorter than the last chapter. Only 3554 words long!

CHAPTER TITLE: The Noose by A Perfect Circle. Album: The Thirteenth Step