Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

September 2, 1991

Today was the first day of the school term. It was different. I know that it is a cliché but the only word that would describe the differences was magical. Everything about this school resolved around magic. The morning was uneventful really. Now that I'd thought about it, the whole day was uneventful. I do believed that I'd found a good friend in Neville Longbottom. The boy was so timid and shy. He does not have a healthy self esteem. Hermione Granger was another person that peeked my interest today. She had a bossy kind of attitude. She also pegged to me to be someone that held authority to great value. Ron Weasley really should learn table manner. He also need to learn punctuality. I was sure that I had awoken him early this morning to give him time for leisure morning rituals.

The bliss I've felt this morning upon awaking was so wonderful. I have never before felt so refreshed. I felt so much power. It ran through my veins in great abundance. Every breath I took, I do not know how to accurately describe this feeling at all. And then there were the magicians. I do not know for sure if they know that they emit power. Not only with every spells they cast but at homeostasis as well. I love the energy that Neville gave off. It was so pure. I did not noticed until I first touched him this morning when I had shaken his shoulder to wake him. The emotions from his reaction to me was very pleasant. I loved it when he blush. The power he emitted toward me when he does that will surely become my guilty pleasure.

Oh! I just remember something. One of my teacher can turn into a cat! How cliché is that? It is so funny because the non-magicals have legends about cat from many cultures including ancient culture like Egypt. I don't know. It's just something about females and cats. I'm not much of a cat person myself but still. Transfiguration class is so anti science. I had to turn a wooden toothpick into a metal needle. I also recalled that she said something about a bug into a button. I thought it was weird then and still have not change my mind now. Why would you turn a living thing into an inanimate object?

I felt like a zoo animal today. There were so many eyes on me. I will not even going to be bother to name my suspicion on the sources. It is just too creepy of a subject. I have to record down that the teachers kept a close eye on me though. They did tried to be discrete about it but really I stood no chance with my six senses on this. I'm just glad that I was nowhere near that old bumblebee today.

Harry laid his fountain pen down and slightly blow on the sheets of his journal. His breath was infused to a small quantity of power. He watched with slight interest as the ink dry before he softly closed the journal. A small tab of his fingers infused a security charmed on the personal book as he placed it aside. He sifted his eyes to the half filled piece of parchment to the right of his desk and slide it toward him. It was his homework for Transfiguration class two third finished. He light his eyes scanned the written words. This paper was left unfinished because he wished to refreshed his mind in order to think from another angle when he get back to it. A few moments later, he picked up his fountain pen once more and scribbled away. It did not take him long to finish his essay. He leaned his cheek on the closed fist that was closed around his pen as his elbow rested on the small table. He began to read over the finished essay. He was half way through when a few frustrated and dishearten sounds reached his ears.

Harry glanced up from his essay. His eyes quickly found the source of the emitted sounds, Neville. The boy was seated at the desk nearby. He and Harry were the only one within their dorm room at the moment. It was just after dinner and the other boys were occupying their time in the Gryffindor common room. Harry silently watched as Neville leafed through his book with a dominating frown on his face. His movements harsh, using too much force that threaten to tear the pages from the book's bindings.

His curiosity got the better of him. Harry made his way toward the frustrated boy. His steps light. Harry eyes studied his roommate's facial expression more closely. Neville's bottom lips were caught between his teeth. The frown was harsh and his eyes hard in focus solely on the pages of the book. His eyes shifted back and forth between lines. Harry peered over Neville's shoulder. His eyes first scanned the boy's parchment then to the pages of his book.

"Do you need help, Longbottom?" Harry said in his usual quiet tone. His eyes shifted back to the boy's used parchment.

"Ah!" Neville yelled. His body gave a startled jumped. His hand dropped the book and reflexively moved to cover his erratic heart. His head jerked to the right and his wide aquamarine eyes locked with Harry's emerald.

"Harry! Don't do that"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name. Neville quickly caught on.

"I...I...I mean P..Potter, you'd frighten me" His voice diminished in dynamic as the sentence end. His hand clutched on the fabric of his shirt. His heart beats have not lowered but increase in rhythm as Harry silent gaze.

Harry was silent for a moment longer before he gave the boy a small smile to ease him. It seemed to work as Neville shoulder relaxed and the grip on his shirt lightened. Neville gave him a smile of his own. A pretty blushed made way on his cheek once more before he once again glanced away.

'There' the word rung in Harry's mind as the wonderful essence of Neville's power washed over him once more. Harry mentally purred. Physically, he silently summoned his chair to him and sat on it. His knees threaten to collapse under him. Side by side the two now sat.

"I'm sorry for startling you. Do you want my help on the assignment?" Harry asked as he picked up Neville's fallen book from the floor.

"You would h..help me?" He boy said in disbelieved and hope. Harry looked up from his line of sight on the book. He met Neville's eyes as he sat the book down on the desk. He gave Neville a puzzling look.

"Why wouldn't I help you? Do you not want my help?"

His eyes widen at Harry's reply. "No! It, it's just. I'm..." His voice trailed off as he could not form a proper answer. His eyes started to sting as an on slot of raw emotions emitted form the dept of his heart. Harry's eyes widen at the sudden and powerful change of Neville's aura. The tidal wave of power rushed through him. He reflexively embrace himself; arms swung in fast movement and wrapped around each other over this torso.

Neville eyes that were closed upon the first sting of his eyes opened to peek at his kind roommate. The sight of Harry's shaken form had him paused.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

The boy in question eyes opened. He looked a bit puzzled as if he wa not aware that his eyes where shield behind its lids just moments before. A few voluntary blinks later, Harry eyes focused on Neville. Their eyes locked and Harry unfold his arms and rest them at his sides. He took a few calming breaths then gave Neville another small smile.

"I'm fine now, Longbottom. It just that your emotion were really strong."

Neville looked puzzle at the answer. He searched his mind in an attempt to decipher the given information. He was sure that he know the answer. It is just on the tip of his tongue but for the best of him he could not pin point it.

"...have a magical gift of some kind," Neville murmured.

"Hmn?" Harry head tilted slightly to one side. He was not sure what Neville was talking about having not grown up in the Wizarding World. Neville looked up, a bit startled by Harry's unexpected reply.

'Did I said that out loud?'

"Do you have a gift, Neville?" Harry asked. His mind easily defined the term 'magical gift.'

Neville shyly looked down at his hands that now rested on his lab. The two boys were facing each other. He silently debated in his mind. He stole a quick peek at Harry's face and their eyes met. His posture straighten at the silent command within Harry's eyes. Harry send him a small reassuring smile. The message of 'I will not judge you' was implied. Neville returned the smile.

"Yes" his voice was hushed as if he was telling a great secret. His eyes glaze and unfocused for a few moments before he focused once more on Harry's eyes. "Yes" he repeated. His voice more firm and with a healthy amount of pride. The two share a serene smile.

"So, you want my help with the Transfig. assignment?"

"Sure"

The rest of the week with smoothly. Neville and Harry were almost always together. Neville confident level change drastically under Harry's influence. Hermione Granger was also spending a lot of time with the duo but she just got caught up in the library too much to be with them all the time. Ron Weasley was also a constant in Neville's and Harry's daily routine. The boy was just too lazy and rude to truly be considered a friend. There was also Draco Malfoy. The boy just seemed to hate Neville. He would try to reel up him at every given chance. Draco also love to reel Harry up as well, just not in the same manner for uncertain reasons. It was much harder to reel Harry up however and Draco seemed to have taken it as a challenge. Harry noticed that Draco eyes are on his person constantly. He tried to not be bothered by it with the excuse that many more were doing the same thing. On the back of his mind however; he knew that there were something more behind those silver eyes.

Friday arrived in silent grace. This was the day of their first Potion class. The infamous class that every upper years warned them about. Harry was currently standing next to Neville outside their Potion classroom. He was silently participating in a staring contest with Draco Malfoy. The game have been going on for more than five minutes and students from both Slytherin and Griffindor were paying close attention and are silently routing for either of them. The silent atmosphere was broken by the harsh voice from the dark figure of Professor Snape.

"What are you dunderheads doing standing around for?" He gave them a cold stare. All the first years present, except for Harry, flinched at the harsh sound. Draco blinked. A series of disappointed moan vibrated the air as the students filed into class. Draco eyes snapped to the Potion teacher before he looked back at his competitor only to found out that the boy have vacant the place. Draco eyes scanned the hallway to the Potion classroom doors to see Harry's back. As if sensing eyes on him, Harry's head turned over his shoulder and locked eyes with Draco. He gave the boy a smug smirk as he paused in his steps.

"Are you not coming, Malfoy?"

Draco gave Harry a frustrated glare and stepped after Harry with quick steps. He was to weave through the space beside Harry into the room when his body was forced to pause. Harry lips were close to his ears.

"We can not play games of sight if I can not see you, Draco" the sentence was whispered into Draco's ears. Harry cool breath fanned Draco skin and cause him to shiver. The subtle scent of snow and peonies wafted Draco olfactory devices. Harry was so close to him and then not but a second later he was gone. Draco was left feeling unnaturally cold and empty. He unconsciously made his way to an empty sit between Vincent Crabble and Gregory Goyle. It was not until he'd sat down and had gotten his book placed in front of him that he registered the undertone of female voice when Harry whispered in his ears and the feminine scent that hit his nose at their close proximity. His eyes snapped toward the forth mentioned boy finding him automatically as if he was mote point.

"Ah Harry Potter, our new celebrity" Draco gave a quick glance to the harsh voice of the Potion Master before he quickly turned back to his choice subject of study. He caught the quick flash of irritation within those mesmerizing emerald orbs. Those emerald orbs locked with his once more for a flash of moment before it was turned back toward the board at the front of the classroom. Draco studied him as he was being interrogated by the Potion Master and succeed in tongue tying the man and cause him great irritation. Harry did so by answering all given question correctly with a neutral tone. His face was stoic. He showed the man no respect but he also did not show him disrespect either. His choice of indifferent had an undertone of apathy; 'you're not worthy' was skillfully implied.

"Why aren't you writing this down?"

Draco jerked back to reality at the harsh tone of the Potion Master and proceeded to do just that. As he finished jolting down the information he glance from the corner of his eyes to the green eyes boy once more. His interest peeked at the sight of the muggle writing utensil. It would seem that he is not the only one.

"What are you doing Potter? Using a muggle invention in a magical school" Snape said. His tone was mocking.

Harry lazily looked up after he took his time to neatly finish his writing on his piece of parchment and softly blow on it. Draco noted that the ink dried instantly at the touch of his breath. Harry eyes met Snape's for the first time. His eyes betrayed nothing and face stoic. He voluntarily blinked a few times slowly as if he had time on payroll.

"Things were invented for the sole purpose to be use, professor. Do you not as a Potion Master invent potions to be use for something?"

Draco almost let out a laugh at Harry's answer and tone of voice. He was quick to cover it up with two fingers over his lips. It surprised Draco how Slytherin Harry's reply was.

"10 points from Gryffindor for your cheeks Mr. Potter!"

Snape seemed to wait for an out burst from Harry only to meet disappointment. Harry non reaction only fueled Snape's anger further. The man quickly swirled around and head toward his desk. He flicked his wand in an almost insignificant motion and the clean blackboard were filled with writings.

"Instructions are on the board. Get to work!"

Students scrambled around the room to get ingredients and began. Draco stayed in place and waited for his table-mates to come back with the needed materials. He studied the instructions quickly before he turned back toward the boy that had peeked his interest. Their eyes locked for the ump time in the last hour and he was graced by a playful smirk. He felt himself returned the gesture before the simultaneously turned away.

'How Griffin you are, Harry Potter'

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