A/N: HEY! If you saw the bell schedule from the last chapter, yeah amended that. It, along with what I hope is a workable 1st year schedule for Harry, is at the bottom. I'm still trying to figure which classes have what house pairing, and such. I had to readjust for another period, because I believe the teachers teach about 28 periods, and there's no way to do that with 25 periods over five days. So.. Had to go replay with the hours, had to have time for lunch after all. If this confuses you you can do the math. There's seven years, two classes for each year (because there's two houses a class unless it's in newt classes which is a whole other thing I have to recalculate later), and then two per subject. So...it ended up 28, with the rare exceptions for Herboloy that ended with 21 and Astronomy which has 7, but I'm not sure how to make that work, so I might pair higher years, or allow them to drop them once they reach 5th, still figuring that out. Again, not counting NEWT level classes, because that'll involve doing all the other electives (headache forming), if you want to see the basic schedule and the time slots go to the end. Thanks for all the kind reviews.

lastcrazyhorn: You'll find out, I'm giving you options =D Mwahahahahahaha. Let's see who can guess it. There might be more than one, and remember, he didn't meet them til this chapter, so no it's not Malfoy or Snape.

917brat: Harry does have a love of animals, and yes we'll see about the dragon, I promise you it'll be an interesting encounter if I can, and he'll definitely be carving more and more complex items, but there'll also be hidden meanings in them. The swallow is going to be used for something special, I'm already manipulating it.

sapphireplusle: LOL I loved wilt, and I agree, my Harry is very much like him. He's slow to anger, and very smart. Though I have to say he's not that sporty. Maybe we'll figure something out later on.

Also, reminder, SNAPE is a MENTOR in this fic, he's not going to be the evil teacher to Harry he was in the cannons. And Harry's already met Malfoy. No his greatest enemy is someone different, I hope you can figure out who it is. I remind you, AU.

Disclaimer: Don't own this, but love it.

Chapter 5:

Harry woke up Tuesday morning with a smile. After Herbology had finished the Puff's had a free afternoon to do whatever they wanted. Harry had enjoyed learning to play Gobstones, Exploding Snap, and Wizarding chess. He got clobbered in all three, but they were all nice about it and he eventually ended up with less spectacular losses, in all cases a win in his opinion. Sitting up he glanced at his clock, again it read six-forty five, and had to smile ruefully. He hardly ever woke up past seven because of his family. Sitting up he snuck into the bathroom to get ready. By seven-thirty he was down in the Commons reading a potions text and writing notes in a spiral bound notebook. While there was a rule about how his essays, exams, homework and quizzes had to be written (quill on parchment) he could write his notes however he liked. Clicking the ball point he looked up when he heard Neville call his name.

"Morning," Neville said with a sleepy yawn as he sat down next to him.

"Morning," Harry said with a smile. "Do you want to get some breakfast?" He glanced at the Common's clock, it read fifteen minutes past eight.

"Sure," Neville said as Harry gathered up his stuff, realizing he came down without his bag, "let me go get my stuff."

"'Kay, oh wait Neville," Harry said, Neville paused and Harry reached over and adjusted his tie, "you look like you're trying to choke yourself." He joked. Neville flushed then smiled.

"Be right back." Neville said then headed back. Harry finished putting his quills and books away when Neville came back through the door swinging his bag strap onto his shoulder. "I'm good, let's go."

"You sure?" Harry said eying the bag, Harry had only known his his friend for a few days and it was already obvious the boy could be forgetful, "You know we have Defense, Charms and Transfiguration right? And you remember your ink pot and quills?" The other boy froze.

"Bollocks," he muttered, "I better go switch the stuff out then. I don't know how you keep it all straight Harry." Harry just shook his head following Neville as he scurried back to the room.

"I'm used to keeping long lists of items straight. Plus I wasn't home schooled like you were, I went to a public primary. While we didn't have different periods, we had multiple items and activities that differed day to day. Though lunch was the same and the times." Harry said with a smile. He plucked Neville's Transfiguration textbook down from his shelf and handed it to him while the other boy replaced the Herbology and History textbooks with Defense and Charms. "You got your quills and ink in a safe spot? Not at the bottom of the bag?" Neville paused and started moving things around. "Your handkerchiefs?" Neville groaned and Harry laughed.

"Next you'll be asking if I remember to put on my pants!" Neville said jokingly while stuffing a few folded clothes into his robe pocket. Harry paused and glanced down at Neville's legs showing under the robes. They weren't required to wear them, but it was something they suggested they do. There were 132 staircases in the school, it was rather common sense to have something under it, and he guessed plenty of girls wore shorts under their skirts or pants as well. Harry couldn't see under his friend's robe from his height so he wasn't sure and asked.

"Are you?" He said and Neville just rolled his eyes and dragged him out of the room.

"Yes, worrywart," Neville grumbled as he dragged him out, "now we eat!" They left the commons. They reached the hall fairly easily with Harry's map (Neville left it and his schedule downstairs) and they sat down comfortably in the same spots as yesterday.

"Hey Cedric," Harry said to the third year who glanced up with a smile.

"Morning, you guys looked like a little frantic as I was leaving." Cedric commented, he'd seen the pair hurry back to their dorm room on his way out.

"I'm always forgetting stuff," Neville said in response as he grabbed some pancakes and hash browns.

"We should get you a planner," Harry said as he served himself some eggs. Neville paused in grabbing a few sausages and looked at him questioningly. "It's a book that helps you list out what you need to do each day, and at what time. It'd help you remember stuff. You could write a list of things you need to do and what you need for each day. We could also pack our bags together each night so you had everything for the next day. No repeats of this morning." Harry filled a bowl of fruit and after a moment Neville did the same. Neville glanced at Harry's plate and was surprised by the wide variety of things. Oatmeal, eggs, two slices of bacon, a bowl of fruit, and two slices of toast. He glanced down at his own and frowned a bit while thinking over what Harry suggested while also considering what he ate. His plate, filled with sausage, hash browns, pancakes, toast and eggs, didn't look as healthy as Harry's, it was almost greasy.

"Huh," Neville said forgoing the doughnut, Harry had what looked like pretty healthy eating habits, and he could use to loose a bit of weight. "I guess so. Where do I get one?"

"You should be able to get one from any Muggle store that sells books or writing supplies. But I guess that'd require you writing to your parents or guardian." Harry said.

"I could pick it up for you from Hogsemeade," Cedric offered. "There's a Hogsmeade weekend that two weeks away. I'm sure Tomes and Scrolls will have something."

"That'd be great," Neville said with a sigh of relief. "I'll give you the money tonight?" Cedric nodded and went back to his conversation with another student about Quidditch.

"What do you think class will be like?" Neville said as he polished off his hash browns. Harry glanced up from his eggs and frowned.

"I don't know, but I think I overheard some upperclassmen complaining about how jumpy and nervous the Defense teacher is. There's some rumor that the man encountered a vampire and is scared that it's out to get him. Also he's supposed to smell reaaaaaaaaaaly bad." Harry replied honestly.

"Sounds depressing." Neville said with a groan.

"But Charms and Transfiguration will probably be brilliant. Difficult, but great." Harry said. "I read the textbooks up to chapter two and wrote notes for both classes and they look like they're fun."

"Okay," Neville said. The glanced at the clock overhead, it read nine-thirty. "What do we do now? Class isn't for another hour."

"Library? We could study ahead or work on that essay for Herbology, it's only six inches but it wouldn't hurt to get it out of the way." Harry said and Neville nodded. After packing some food for later, or for the girls who hadn't shown up for breakfast, they went up the stairs and after glancing at Harry's map they went down a few more hallways up another staircase and into the large library the school hosted. Taking a seat near the door, in case they needed to rush out and get to class, they both pulled out their parchments. Writing quietly they spent the next several minutes working and studying. Eventually they finished and glanced at the clock. Seeing it was a little past ten, they both put their work away.

"Now what?" Neville whispered. Harry shrugged.

"We could go sit outside of class? I have my carving supplies and you have that book on gardening. I don't think the librarian would like to have us sit here and not be quiet and we could talk there." Harry said. Neville shrugged and they left.

"Harry, Neville!" Susan said happily about thirty minutes later dragging what looked liked to be a still asleep Hannah.

"G'morning," Hannah mumbled slumping down on the window seat next to Neville where the two boys were seated.

"Class starts soon," Susan said breathlessly. "We caught the tail end of breakfast, so we're eating on the run The platters were mostly gone when we got there, only had time to grab some toast!" She pulled out a few pieces of the a fore mentioned food and waved it under Hannah's nose. Hannah grabbed it, then proceeded to eat it aggressively. Harry dug around in his bag and pulled out an apple.

"Here," he said. "I made sure to grab a few just in case." He then pulled out and unwrapped the muffins. "We weren't sure if you'd miss it entirely." Susan smiled with relief and split it between her and Hannah.

"We couldn't grab you any tea though," Neville said apologetically. He unwrapped a few bangers and Hannah looked like she was ready to cheer.

"You two are the best ever," Hannah muttered. "Now just to survive class and do that Herbology essay. Do you want to do that with us tonight?" She asked after swallowing a few bites.

"We're done already. We were up early enough to have breakfast, go to the library, and do homework." Neville replied.

"Morning people," Hannah grumbled. Around a quickly made sandwich, Susan merely grinned around her apple cutely. The classroom across from them suddenly emptied and the girls tucked the food away and entered the classroom with the boys following. Immediately all of four scrunched up their noses in disgust. It smelled strongly of garlic, onion, and herbs, that didn't mix well.

"Sounds like they were right," Neville muttered to Harry, remembering this morning's conversation on the class. Harry nodded and discretely blew his nose while taking a seat close to a window and opening it slightly. All four sighed when some of the smell disappeared. Pulling out his note taking supplies Harry clicked the ballpoint. Professor Snape had made sure to tell him to get entirely metal ones, and from his secret art stash, he'd brought a calligraphy pen he was familiar with. Thanking whatever had possessed him to scrounge up the set a few years ago when Dudley had thrown it out, Harry wrote down the day's date and labeled the journal entry. The rest of the class filled in, this time all Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. A turbaned man stepped, correction, nearly fell through the door at the front of the classroom.

"G-good m-ma-morning c-cuh-cl-class." He stuttered out and Harry felt a shot of pity for the guy and annoyance with the headmaster. The poor man didn't look like he was comfortable or able to teach a class all that well, thus hurting both him and the students.

"It's going to be another Binns," Harry heard Neville say lowly to him. He nodded in agreement. The teacher glanced over and Harry tried to smile encouragingly as a lance of pain shot through his forehead. He blinked with surprise resisted rubbing his scar. The teacher glanced away and the pain dulled. Weird. Harry and his friends spent the rest of class trying to decipher out what the poor stuttering professor said. As they left Harry felt an entirely different headache forming.

"I think I feel as bad for him, as I do for us," Harry grumbled rubbing his temples tiredly, "and we have two more classes!" The other Hufflepuffs groaned.

"One with Slytherin and one with Gryffindor." Wayne said and they all groaned again.

"So we have Malfoy's sniping and the red headed buffoon to deal with?" Harry asked.

"And Granger's determined hand waving." Megan Jones said with a sniff. A few of the boys muttered curses under their breathes.

"I don't know why everyone complains about Hufflepuff," Harry muttered, "at least the people in our house are sane." A few of the other first years giggled at that. Harry sighed.

"Let's just go to lunch," Justin said comfortingly. Perking up they trooped down the stairs and sat at the end of the table. Halfway through an owl fluttered down out of nowhere landing between the ham sandwiches and jugs of pumpkin juice. It thrust a leg out to Harry who blinked in surprise. Untying the note, Harry fed the owl a few pieces of bread and fruit before it flew away.

"Who's it from?" Neville asked quietly while the whole table leaned over or forward. Harry opened it and skimmed it real quick.

"It's from the headmaster, he wants me to stop in after class." Harry answered, bewildered.

"Why does he want you to do that?" Hannah asked curiously. "You haven't done anything wrong have you?"

"No," Harry said with a shake of his head, "maybe he's checking into see how I've settled in? Maybe he does that will Muggle raised students?"

"He hasn't sent a note to me, or anyone else," Justin said, and Megan shook her head as well. Harry frowned.

"C-could it be about your parents?" Neville asked. Harry paled.

"W-why would he contact me about my parents? I mean, they're dead... But..." Harry stuttered. The rest of the first years, even Smith, looked at him worriedly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine Harry," Hannah said rallying.

"Yeah," Ernie said, "he probably just wants to see if you're okay. You're the Boy Who Lived after all."

"I'm the what?" Harry asked startled.

"That's what people call you, the Boy Who Lived. You saved the whole Wizarding world by living." Oliver said.

"What? Why would anyone think that." Harry said startled.

"Because you survived Voldemort as a baby Harry." Neville said quietly. "You lived and he died."

"Well that's about as stupid as tits on a bull." Harry said flatly. "I was a baby, and quite frankly it's more likely my mother or father did something before they died that prevented my death. Do they expect a fourteen month old to save them from the next villainous wizard that comes about?"

"Uhm..." Neville said awkwardly. Harry sighed.

"Sorry, it's just that kind of rational make my brain short out. It's incredibly stupid. It's like pointing at a block and expecting it to move without doing something." Harry said tiredly.

"Magic does that," Justin said.

"No you control your magic to move the block. If you do nothing, then nothing will happen. You won't prevent things, you won't cause things, nothing happens and it becomes a part of your failures. You failed to help so the person died. You failed to do your work so you failed the assignment." Harry pushed his plate away and grabbed his bag. "I'm going to class, I'll see you there."

"Harry wait!" Neville called pushing off and scrambling after him. The whole table stared after the slightly chubby boy and rail thin part-Giant.

"Well fuck," Ernie said.

"Language," Megan said primly, "but I have to agree. That name is probably the stupidest thing I ever heard of."

"But he's the savior of the Wizarding world!" Oliver exclaimed. Several of the first years were nodding, missing the interested stares of the upperclassmen watching the little byplay. They were confused as well though a few of the smarter Muggleborns were starting to catch on. They hadn't understood the strange light the Wizarding world had put on Potter, it was nearly fanatical.

"No, he was a fourteen month old baby that avoided getting killed. You heard him, it was probably something his mother or father did that saved him. Or are babies able to do spells at that age? Hmmm?" Megan drawled. A few of the purebloods and halfbloods shook their head. "Morons." She said.

"I don't get it," Susan said slowly, "I mean I guess I get why he hates the fame for such a thing..."

"Please, you can't be serious." Megan said standing as well. "Why Harry hates it is such an obvious reason."

"And what is that Jones?" Zacharais asked dryly.

"He believes rightly that it wasn't anything he did that saved the world, and for a bunch of adults to pin their expectations on him is plainly ridiculous. Can you even guess what they'll act like now? It's also because it reminds him that his parents died and he lived. It's so blatantly in your face anyone would be aggravated. Who wants the fame that his parents' deserve? Who wants to be heralded as a hero and reminded that he lived when they died. Harry's smart, and he's quick. He knows he's going to be hearing it more often, and he knows it's going to be like a twist of knife in an already gaping wound. He's an orphan first. Your so called 'savior of the Wizarding world' second." Megan sniffed disdainfully. "Think on that and don't, if you have any sense in your thick skulls, call him that horrible name." She left the table and the first years sat there confused and a little shocked.

"It is weird." Justin told them.

"Bu-but he did save us!" Oliver argued. "Because whatever happened to him caused You-Know-Who to disappear!"

"I have to agree with Megan, how does a baby save a whole group of people? Sounds rather sacrificial. Putting a baby up on a pedestal and making it an icon. I mean he must be getting a bunch of flack off of it." Justin mused.

"Pedestal?" Ernie asked curiously.

"Y'know, everyone has expectations about Harry. However, that doesn't exactly mean Harry's going to be exactly as you expect. I mean, you remember the Sorting right? Everyone was so shocked that he didn't get into Gryffindor that the whole hall wouldn't quiet down for over thirty minutes, and that's just stupid." Justin explained.

"Harry said he'd be happy wherever he ended up, and that he would be me and Hannah's friend no matter what." Susan said quietly. "I don't think Harry wants to be anybody but Harry, and that's probably all we need to know." The remaining Hufflepuff first years went silent, still not noticing how the upperclassmen were watching and analyzing the whole conversation before and after Harry left.

"Well I would like to know what he wrote on his Herbology essay," Wayne said breaking the tension. "But I guess we can always ask after class! Let's go, we've got Charms!" The first years all scrambled up after that and left in mass to class.

Harry sat in the corner of the classroom looking rather tired as he quietly doodled. Charms had been fun, and not particularly bad since it had been just a brief introduction over what the year had in store for them and a lesson over the basic wand motions, as well as spell theory. Transfiguration had not started yet, but for some reason he had a weird feeling about the cat sitting in front of them.

When the slender feline transformed into a teacher Harry held back a bark of laughter and applauded. The stern teacher's gaze twinkled on him for a moment before glancing sternly over the first years. She spoke briefly on how serious the subject matter was and how they should put sincere effort into all that they do. She then handed out matchsticks for them to turn in needles. Twenty minutes later Harry and Neville were both crossly staring at the little wooden sticks that innocently, yet mockingly, sat there, unchanged.

"I don't get what we're doing wrong." Harry whispered. He put down his wand with a frustrated sigh. Neville glanced over and shrugged. "I can feel my magic but I don't feel it going anywhere!"

"I can't feel mine at all." Neville said a bit ashamed.

"Not even when you hold your wand?" Harry asked curiously.

"No... It just feels lifeless to me." Neville answered even more ashamed. Harry frowned.

"Didn't Ollivander get you a wand that suited you?" Harry asked sitting up, matchstick, classroom, and teacher forgotten.

"No, I got this from my Gran, it was my father's." Neville said looking at it with a mixture of frustration, awe and sadness. Harry winced.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I didn't know about, about your parents." Neville glanced up with surprised taking in the defeated and worried look on his much taller friend's face. The two boys were quickly becoming close and Neville hoped, even suspected, they would be best friends by the end of the year.

"No it's not your fault... My parents... Well, my parents..." Neville said, starting multiple times yet unable to finish the sentence.

"It's okay Neville," Harry said in a rush. "You don't have to tell me yet. Just let me know when you're ready, yeah?" Neville nodded looking slightly relieved, but also angry at himself for being unable to confide in the gentle boy sitting next to him. Harry sighed before saying, "you know they say the wand chooses it's master right?" Neville glanced up in confusion.

"No?" He asked quietly, both boys were oblivious to the teacher silently listening into their conversation from behind their friends. The older woman's eyes narrowed in anger over the young boy's predicament.

"A wand is made up of it's wood and it's core. Let's use mine as an example, it's plum wood with ebony inlays and a dual core of hippogriff feather soaked in phoenix tears." Harry held it out Neville grasped it carefully, surprised when he felt a dull hum. Harry's eyebrows went up when Neville absently moved it and a few dull sparks sputtered out. "Well, it looks like something in my wand connects with your magical core. Anyway, a wand is almost a physical representation of what a wizard excels in or is drawn to. My wand denotes a powerful connection to artistry, protection, healing and power, to name a few. That's just based on the wood alone. Hippogriffs are well known for their honor and phoenixes for their healing capabilities. The four different parts of the wand combined allow me to access my magic to it's full extent. It represents what I might do best in, as well as supports me in my endeavors."

"So... My dad's wand doesn't suit me?" Neville said.

"Probably, I'm not saying you can't get it to work, but it'll probably be difficult for you. Ollivander gifted me with a few books since I got my wand and we've been corresponding via mail since my birthday at the end of July. I've read six different tomes from him, one of them being about the history and workings of wands. You might be related to your father, and you might share common traits physically, but magically you are your own person." Harry said firmly.

"Oh," Neville said quietly.

"Why didn't your Gran get you a wand anyway?" Harry asked, "are you unable to afford a new one? I know there's a tradition of Wizarding families passing down wands from esteemed ancestors, but the new wand holder only gets one that resonates with him or her. Was there none that suited you better?"

"My Gran wanted me to use my father's," Neville said, "she wants me to be like him." Professor McGonagall felt a tick develop in her left eye. Harry let out a long hiss of frustration.

"I hope you forgive me for saying this Neville, but your grandmother is being exceedingly foolish!" Harry growled. "She's practically handicapping you! By giving you a wand that doesn't attune to your magic she's crippling your learning abilities, as well as ruining your chances for a job in the future. On top of that we're in the middle of our magical growth cycle, by not allowing you to have a wand that enables your use of magic you are either going to end up stunting it or blocking it!"

"That is indeed true, Mr. Longbottom," their professor interjected shocking both boys. Neville glanced down once again ashamed, while Harry exchanged a worried and concerned glance with her.

"I-I don't know what to say," Neville said quietly. The rest of the class seemed to sense something was going on and turned towards the back table. The Puffs, who had sat a discreet distance away from Harry who had been upset since earlier, was looking back at the two even more worriedly. Their classmates, Gryffindors, looked interested in the new gossip. The teacher sensing this turned and glared at the rest of them before looking back at the pair.

"I understand you do not have class after this Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Potter, I would request that you stay behind for a few minutes. Please continue on with trying to change your matchsticks into needles. I'm sure you'll find it beneficial to work towards that goal, even with..." She glanced at Neville's wand in annoyance, "your slight problem." She then turned away in a swirl of tartan, both boys looking after her with a mix of fear and respect.

"Try changing it with my wand," Harry whispered to Neville. "We'll switch wands for the rest of class." Harry picked up Neville's and grimaced. This wand felt almost angry to be held by him. Grimacing he suspected it had dragon heartstring or something similar in it. All the wands he'd held at Ollivander's with that particular core had been particularly bad with him. The wood part of the wand felt rather indifferent. Sighing mentally, Harry tried to push his magic through the wand. Feeling it stop and reverse made him internally curse. Sitting back he practiced the movements accepting that he wouldn't be changing the matchstick today at least.

After class the pair stayed behind. The rest of their housemates had tried to linger behind or ask them questions, but they'd been quickly shooed out by the Gryffindor Head of House. Promising to meet them in the common room soon, the pair met the firm and determined eyes of the witch seated before them.

"Now, it has come to my attention that you do not have a wand that suits you, Mr. Longbottom," she said stiffly, hiding the anger she felt as she mentally berated her long time friend. Oh, Augusta, I understand how you miss Frank but hurting poor Neville...She thought bitterly.

"Yes, ma'am," Neville said quietly, paling in front of her. Harry squeezed his hand under the table and he felt a bit of relief knowing his friend was there, silently supporting him.

"I believe, Mr. Longbottom, that it would be in your best interest if we found a wand you could use for the rest of the term, allowing for you to get a proper on over the break." Professor McGonagall said as she opened a drawer and pulled out a bit of parchment.

"Ma'am?" Harry said uncertainly as she scribbled onto it.

"I want you to give this to your Head of House, and inform her of what you discussed today in class as well as my suggestion. She will direct you to the Lost and Found room, and then speak with your guardian, Mr. Longbottom, on obtaining a suitable wand, as well as the ramifications of having one that does not work with you. Do not be worried, I too shall be talking to Augusta." She said firmly. "I thank you Mr. Potter for discovering this, however surprising the information may be. Rest assured all will be well, and no ramifications will befall either of you."

"Yes, ma'am, thank you ma'am." Harry and Neville said. Neville looked a bit dazed and Harry looked relieved. Dismissed the two left and went straight to their dorm. Harry gave his friend a brief shoulder hug when they finally entered. Their friends, and other first years, motioned them over to a circle of couches and cushions, a small coffee table in front of them filled with odds and ends.

"What was that for?" Neville asked Harry, startled by the brief hug, as they sat down.

"I'm just relieved for you," Harry said resting his face in his hands for a moment. "It's a terrible thing to have a wand that doesn't suit you. The repercussion could be severe Neville, if it had gone on for years." A few of the other purebloods perked up at this.

"You had a wand that doesn't suit you Neville?" Ernie said eyes widening.

"What in blazes were you doing with a wand that doesn't suit you?!" Zacharais hissed.

"My Gran..." Neville trailed off blushing. "She wanted me to use my father's and didn't let me get a new one from Ollivander's."

"I hope that it gets corrected. It is a very serious thing not having a wand that suits you," Cedric said seriously. Over the past few days he'd become the unofficial sponsor and adviser for the first year group. "I've heard tales where the wand rejected the user so violently they got ill or killed because of it."

"You're joking," Justin exclaimed. Several of the Muggleborns and half-bloods were looking and listening in closely.

"No it's true," Harry said solemnly. "Wands are made to help wizards and witches access their magic and control it. While some wands are more able at certain magics, they are also resistant to doing others. It's a reflection of not only what the wizard is capable of, but what they are best suited for. An example of this are wands healers use. They generally are made of willow or have unicorn hair. While a number of Aurors or Hit Wizards are known to have dragon heartstrings as cores. While Ollivander usually only has three types of cores, he has many with a wide variety. Some cores are more difficult to use, like say veela hair or giant's blood. Those wands usually go into special purposes or positions like Unspeakables, but they're only owned or made on commission after the person's magic matures. Other people have such difficulties with finding a wand that Ollivander has to bring out his more exotic ones for them to try." Harry said the last bit with a bit of a smile.

"Do you have one of his more exotic one's Harry," Susan asked curiously, catching his expresion.

"Yeah, I guess you could say so," Harry said with a grin, "my wand is a bit strange in of the fact it's a double core and has two woods in it's usage instead of one."

"Can I see it?" Cedric asked, and Harry pulled it out and handed it over.

"It's plum wood with an inlay of ebony, around a hippogriff feather soaked in phoenix tears." Harry said. Cedric handed it back, impressed. Several conversations burst out about wands, and Neville asked Harry if they could talk more about it later, maybe even let him borrow a book.

"Wow, anyway, Harry don't you have to meet up with Headmaster Dumbledore after class?" Justin asked and Harry groaned. He'd forgotten.

"Blast, I need to go." He glanced over at Neville. "I'll be back before dinner probably, do you want me to go with you to see Professor Sprout after dinner?" Neville smiled and nodded. About to take his bag Neville stopped him.

"Leave it Harry, I'll take it back to the dorm room for you later. You'll be back before dinner starts right?" Neville offered and Harry nodded.

"Hopefully," he said standing, "I'll see you later. If you want to read about what I told you Nev, there's a few books on it on my bookshelf next to the calendar." The shorter boy nodded with a smile and Harry left.

Harry followed the directions up a few floors to a rather grim looking gargoyle. Glancing at the letter again, he stared at the weird post script and asked, "Cockroach clusters?" The gargoyle winked before letting him past to go up the staircase. Stopping before a wooden door he raised his hand to knock.

"Come in, my boy!" An overly cheery voice called. Harry blinked but turned the door knob and entered. He stooped under the stone doorway and studied the decadently dressed elderly man seated in front of shelves of spinning, tooting, glowing silver items. Wincing mentally at the color of the man's robes and the strange hat, he took the chair that was offered. Ignoring it's equally vibrant color and overly cushioned feeling, he greeted the man quietly.

"Good day Headmaster," he said softly.

"Good day to you Harry my boy," the man said jovially, his eyes twinkly and staring. Harry shifted uncomfortably. The man's gaze was rather disturbing in it's forward appraisal.

"Is there something I can do for you sir? I understand you wanted to see me.. I just don't understand why." Harry asked. He rather wished Justin hadn't reminded him and could have avoided this meeting til a later time or at all. It was strange to him how focused the man was on his being. He understood that he was in the man's care but eying him like some bug or chess piece was rather... Since he could be so frank in his own mind, was more than a bit irritating.

"I was just checking in on you my boy." The headmaster said with a wide smile. Harry refused to meet his eyes after the initial glance, stared determinedly at the small spinning globe over his puke inducing neon pink robes. I didn't even know that color could come that bright, Harry thought in disgust.

"Oh, do you do that for all the Muggleborns or Muggle-raised, sir?" Harry asked, trying to salvage the situation while not looking too closely, or at the personification of ridiculousness sitting overtly cheerful in front of him.

"Ah, no. You see you're special my boy." The man stated. Harry stopped himself from rolling his eyes and switched to staring at the beautiful red and gold bird sitting to the man's right. It too seemed rather annoyed with the man. Smiling at the bird, not caring if the man took it the wrong way, he almost laughed when it rolled its eyes.

"I see," Harry said. "And why is that?"

"Why because I was the one who gave you to your aunt to be taken care of!" The man said. Harry's gaze immediately focused on his twinkling blue ones.

"Is that so?" He said flatly. Though he understood they were all that he had left, he did not get on with them. In fact, their care was atrocious and just below the point of child services needing to come in and take him away. His glasses were not the correct proscription and he was going to see the nurse that Friday in hopes of getting the correct ones or having his eyes fixed. "Well, as you can see Headmaster Dumbledore, I am settling in quite fine."

"You're happy with the Hufflepuffs?" He asked, "you don't wish to be sorted anywhere else? Like perhaps your parents' house?" Harry stood then. He caught sight of the Sorting Hat behind the man who looked to be mouthing something angrily, almost shouting though no sound was coming out.

"No, sir," Harry said tensely, "I'm quite satisfied with where I'm at. I feel no need as of right now to leave my house. I highly doubt I'll ever want to. Good day to you." Harry turned away, missing the calculating gleam in the man's eyes. He left the office, traveled down the staircase and stomped away to a quiet corner to vent his frustrations. No sooner had he gotten into an alcove away from the hustle and bustle of students going to class, then the brightly colored bird from the headmaster's office appear in a burst of magnificent fire dropping the Sorting Hat, Greer, in front of him. The bird trilled brightly then vanished after leaving, to his surprise, a couple bright feathers. Greer met his eyes, or he guess it did, and said firmly.

"Put me on."

A/N: This hopefully keeps both of you the readers and I clear on what day has what, I tried to plan it with accordance to the books, but I'm not entirely positive I got it correct. However, I believe there is two classes of everything except Astronomy (there's only one class at night I think) and Herbology (they had it three times a week). I'm currently trying to figure out Harry's schedule through year three if I do all seven years, but I'm a little flustered.

Harry's 1st Year Schedule?

Harry Potter l 1st Period l 2nd Period l 3rd Period l 4th Period l 5th Period l 6th Period l

Monday l History l Herbolgoy l l ** l l l

Tuesday l l Defense l l Charms l Transfig. l l

Wednesday l History l Herbolgoy l l Potions l Potions l * l

Thursday l l Defense l l Charms l Transfig. l l

Friday l l Herbolog l

*Astronomy at midnight

** Flying lessons, but not til the second month of school (3:30)

Amended Bell Schedule

Breakfast: 7-10:15 (spread out for early birds and late periods alike)

1st Class: 9:30-10-30

2nd Class: 10:45-11:45

3rd Class: 12-1

Lunch: 11-2:15 (to feed a wide variety of students hopefully)

4th Class: 1:15-2:15

5th Class: 2:30-3:30

6th Class: 4:45-5:45

Dinner 6-8:15 (you can come and leave dinner whenever you wish except on feast nights)

Curfew: 10:30 (school wide, not based on years, this is when prefects start patrolling, younger years have lower ones, like in the castle by 9)

Hufflepuff Curfews: Example: Years /Time

1st through 2nd / 09:30:00 PM

3rd through 4th / 10:00:00 PM

5th through 7th / 10:15:00 PM