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*Last Time*
Harry climbed into the bed. Something told him tomorrow would not be a good day.
"Harry, mate, come on," Harry heard and he blearily blinked open his eyes. Shane stood above him, already dressed. "We have to go to the Great Hall for breakfast."
Harry groaned and got up, his joints feeling stiff. He stretched before starting to put his uniform. Once that was done, he shouldered his bag and went down the staircase to the dormitory.
Daphne was already there, with a half asleep Junipa leaning on her shoulder.
"Hello Daphne, Junipa," Shane greeted cheerfully.
"Good morning," chirped Daphne, and Harry saw her shyness was slowly going away.
Junipa looked at Daphne and Shane, disgruntled, before woozily walking over to Harry and putting her head down on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Bloody morning people," she muttered, making Harry laugh.
They walked up to the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. Gryffindors were shooting glares at the group, like as if they had been betrayed somehow by Harry being in Slytherin. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff couldn't really care and minded their own business.
Surprisingly enough, the Slytherins accepted them whole heartedly and glared back at the Gryffindors.
"How are the rest of the Slytherin boys in our year?" asked Daphne as she buttered some toast, her hair in a ponytail like yesterday.
"Well," said Shane, having obviously met them, unlike Harry. "Blaise Zabini is a bit of a loner, though he doesn't seem altogether happy about it. Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy are really self righteous and Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe are idiots."
"Nice," said Daphne, a bit of sarcasm detectable in her tone. "But the girls aren't much better."
"Why?" Harry asked curiously and Junipa woke up long enough to give her opinion.
"Well first, there's Pansy Parkinson, who is an absolute cow and could no doubt shatter glass with her voice," Junipa ranted. "Tracey Davis is ok, but she looks up to Pansy too much. Leslie Lovegood is really nice, though she's really quiet and all she ever does is scribble on a weird book made of blank parchment."
Just then, Harry heard a shrill shriek and turned to see a Slytherin first year girl. Her obviously dyed blond hair (the brown roots gave her away) was in two braids with pink frilly ribbons at the bottom of her braids. She was dragging a mousy brown haired girl and Draco Malfoy to a spot at the Slytherin table with Crabbe and Goyle following behind.
She was talking a mile a minute and her voice made Harry's head hurt.
"That's Pansy Parkinson," Daphne said with a grimace. "And the girl with the mousy brown hair is Tracey Davies."
"Miss Greengrass, Miss Raven," said a voice from behind them and they turned to see a man with greasy black hair. "Mister Griffin and Mister…Potter. I' am Professor Snape, the Potions professor and the Head of Slytherin House. Here are your schedules."
He gave them each their schedules before going over to give Draco and his gang schedules.
"We have Charms first, then Potions," Shane read. "Then lunch break, Transfiguration, DADA and Herbology."
Harry nodded before resuming eating his cereal.
Charms was okay, though Professor Flitwick got over excited easily. Daphne was particularly good at Charms.
But it was Potions that Harry had really taken a shine to. Unfortunately, they shared Potions class with Gryffindors.
All of the Slytherins were lined up next to classroom door, waiting for Professor Snape to allow them to enter. Almost no Gryffindors were there, except a girl with bushy brown hair and large front teeth, along with a girl whose nose was off centre and acne seemed to have kicked in early.
Harry was pretty positive that the girls were Hermione Granger and Eloise Smidgen.
As more Gryffindors came, the door swung open and the class trooped inside. Harry sat in the second row, to show he wasn't a know it all pain but to also rely that he was interested in learning. Not that he would learn anything, seeing as he had completed First Year when he had been five years old.
But he couldn't remember everything, so it'd be good to refresh his memory.
Next to him sat Shane and working next to them was Junipa and Daphne. He turned in his seat to see all the Gryffindors sitting at the back of the classroom. Directly behind Harry were two people who weren't talking at all.
A curly haired boy with dark skin was flicking idly through his Potions book. Harry knew he was Blaise Zabini.
The girl next to him was also a Slytherin. Her dirty blond hair was straggly and chest length. Small braids were braided randomly in her loose hair. Her eyes were a striking silver and she wore a long silver chain were a small quill was attached to. Even as Harry watched, the girl grasped the quill in her left hand and started to furiously write in a black leather bound book full of blank parchment, her writing messy and crammed.
Harry guessed she was Leslie Lovegood.
Just then Professor Snape walked in the classroom, his black cloak flowing behind him and giving the impression of an overgrown bat. He started with the register.
He had no emotion as he read the names, until he reached Andrew.
"Andrew Potter," Professor Snape said quietly; nobody dared to speak while he was speaking.
Harry looked around like the rest of the class but not only could not see Andrew, but Weasley was also missing.
Suddenly, the dungeon was flooded in light as the door opened. In the door frame stood Andrew Potter, Weasley just behind him.
He calmly walked inside, closed the door, and sat at the back, not even glancing at Harry. Professor Snape's nostrils were practically flaring.
"Pray tell, Potter, Weasley," he said, deadly quiet. "Why are you late?"
"Oh yes," said Andrew arrogantly and loudly. "You see, after Transfiguration class, I decided to take a short nap and I just woke up."
Clearly, Andrew thought this as a justified reason to come late.
"I think 5 points off Gryffindor for coming ten minutes late and your cheek," Professor Snape said silkily. Andrew had opened his mouth to protest but Harry saw Weasley kick him from under the table. At least the Weasley boy didn't only have air between his ears.
Instructions were written on the board to make a simple potion to cure boils. Harry had been paired with Daphne while Shane was with Junipa. Surprisingly, Daphne was good at Potions and she admitted she had had private tutoring before hand.
Harry and Daphne had finished their Potions in fifteen minutes flat, with Junipa and Shane two minutes later. Junipa and Shane would of probably finished earlier if they hadn't been bickering so much.
As Professor Snape stopped to inspect the potion, he looked shock.
"Potter, Greengrass, Raven, Griffin," said Professor Snape. "Now that you have finished your Potion in record time, I would like you to flip to page 7 of your book and attempt that Potion. Oh, and ten points to Slytherin for your accomplishment."
The class turned to look at the four in shock. Even Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger weren't even half way done. Harry turned to page 7 of his book; it was a hair growth potion.
This too was finished rather quickly, by the time that there was only 15 minutes left of the class. But at that time, an explosion was heard; Neville Longbottom had succeeded in blowing up his partner's cauldron and now their potion was oozing over the floor, burning. Everybody immediately leaped onto their stools but Junipa tripped; she fell back on the floor and the potion reached her. She gasped in pain as the potion burned her knees raw before Shane hauled her up.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Longbottom whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.
"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Finnigan. Then he rounded on Andrew and Ron, who had been working next to Neville. Their Potion didn't seem much better than Neville's.
"You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point Potter has lost for Gryffindor."
Andrew looked like he had been slapped but didn't comment; obviously, Gryffindor was more important than retorting back to Professor Snape.
"Professor Snape," Harry said urgently and Professor Snape turned to his best student, so far.
"Junipa's knees were burned by the Potion," Harry explained and Professor Snape's black eyes turned to look at Junipa, who was wincing in pain and the skin from her knees having been burned off.
"Potter, take Raven up to the Hospital Wing after putting a sample of your potion on my desk," Professor Snape said briskly. Harry jumped up and put the vial with the sample of his potion on Professor Snape's desk before shouldering his bag and putting an arm around Junipa's waist and helping her up.
The walk to the Hospital Wing was slow work, as the Potions classroom was in the dungeons and the Hospital Wing was on the Fourth Floor.
When they finally got there, Harry put Junipa down on one of the bed and called for Madame Pompfrey.
"Oh dear," she clucked. "Let me get you a skin re-growth potion."
After drinking the skin re-growth potion and reassuring she was fine for ten minutes, Junipa was let out of the Hospital Wing.
"That woman could turn a saint into an axe murderer," Junipa grumbled under her breath. "I thought she was going to tie me to a bed and force me to stay the night."
Harry chuckled as they went to the Great Hall; lunch break had started ten minutes ago. But he could hear yelling from inside.
He looked at Junipa questioningly but she shrugged and they swiftly walked to the doors. They stopped dead in the large doorframe at the sight in front of them.
There was James and Lily Potter, with Andrew next to them. James looked like a raving lunatic, his hair looked like he had been pulling at it non stop, his eyes were wild and his glasses askew.
"…I don't care what the bloody registry says! Harry Potter is DEAD! Dead, dead, dead!" James Potter was shouting. Some might have thought he'd be in pain, someone claiming to be his dead son, but nobody had any doubt that this was not the case. He seemed furious and determined, as if his son turned out to be alive he would ensure he was dead this time.
Just then Andrew looked up and saw Harry and Junipa, staring at the scene in shock, and tugged at his mother's sleeve. Lily Potter looked at her son and Andrew pointed silently at Harry.
Lily looked at Harry, her eyes searching. But the minute she saw Harry's emerald green eyes, she screeched, "THERE!"
James Potter whirled to see Harry, and was not happy with what he saw. Harry Potter was perfectly healthy and looked quite satisfied with his life. He was developing into a handsome boy and he wasn't short or painfully thin and had a tan that made him look fit. Next to him stood a very pretty girl, her arm hooked around Harry's arm.
Looking thunderous, James started walking towards where Harry was, drawing his wand. James raised his wand and said a spell, probably a curse or hex.
Harry drew his wand quickly.
"Protego!"
James was thrown back with the force of the spell and he landed in a heap at his wife's and son's feet, making Lily scream.
"Silence!" yelled Dumbledore, wand pointed at his throat to make his voice echo through the Hall. "Mr and Mrs Potter, Mister Andrew Potter and Mister Harry Potter, please follow me to my office."
As Dumbledore passed where Harry was, he also said, "And Mister Shane Griffin and Ms Junipa Raven also come."
Harry saw Shane walk hurriedly to where he and Junipa stood and they walked swiftly, right behind Dumbledore, trying to keep as much distance between them and the rest of the Potter family.
"Chocolate Frog," Dumbledore said to a rather ugly gargoyle and the gargoyle sprang to the side, revealing a staircase. They went up the staircase and into Dumbledore's office.
There weren't enough seats and the Potter family each claimed a seat of their own. Junipa sat in the remaining seat, because she was still a bit wobbly on her legs from the accident in Potions, with Harry and Shane leaning against the arm rests.
Dumbledore gazed at the all solemnly.
"Now, I want the truth," he said. Just then Professor Snape opened the door with a vial full of clear liquid. "Ahh Severus you have brought the Veritusum?"
Professor Snape nodded and handed the vial to Dumbledore. Professor Snape glanced at Lily, who refused to meet his eyes, before standing in a shadowed corner.
"James Potter," Dumbledore said clearly, holding the tiny bottle of truth serum. "I think you will go first."
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