Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.

Some of the concepts that will be in this fic are from other Fan fictions about Harry Potter with my own twist on them. So I would like to acknowledge all the Harry Potter fan writers on this site for great work and hundreds of hours of reading. This is an AU story.

Chapter 20

Ending the First Week

The first class next morning for Harry was double Herbology with all the houses. Harry met up with Neville, Susan, and Hermione, during breakfast in the Great Hall. About halfway through breakfast, Harry looked up from his plate to tell his friends about what Professor Flitwick wanted the night before and about the teacher performing the spells to create an Index Book in the tower, when some movement near the entrance caught his eye. He looked in that direction to find several people standing there talking.

"Hey, Susan, it looks like Aunt Amelia is here with some Aurors." Harry told Susan.

Susan jerked her head up from the grapefruit she was just about to dig into to survey the doors just as Madam Bones started walking toward the head table. Susan waved to her aunt and got a small smile in return before her aunt returned her attention to the head table.

Harry glanced up at the head table and could see Dumbledore already rising out of his seat to meet the formidable woman.

"Madam Bones, to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?" Dumbledore asked as he stood behind the Head Table. Harry turned back to look at the entrance founding that of the six other people that had been there only one was left and he appeared to be guarding the door.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, as a courtesy I'm informing you that Sybil Trelawney is being taken into custody, a full list of the charges will be heard at her trial, but I wanted to tell you in person. May we adjourn to your office or would you like the entire school to hear?" replied Amelia.

"No, no, please let us go to my office where we can talk." Dumbledore started moving toward the side door that was behind the head table. Madam Bones turned to the students and looked at Harry.

"Lord Potter," She called out. "If you would please join us, this involves you as well."

Harry looked around as he stood up, seeing the eyes of all the students had turned toward him as well. Harry started walking toward Amelia; he could hear the whispering start up behind him as he approached. Harry got an annoyed look on his face.

"What's the matter Potter, found out for the fraud you are?" This came from the direction of the Slytherin table. Harry turned and looked to see Draco smirking at him.

Before Harry could respond, Amelia did it for him.

"Absolutely not Mr. …, Lord Potter needs to sign the parchment handing ownership of the castle over to him." Amelia turned back to Harry who had a bewildered look on his face as he reached her. If Harry had not known Amelia better, he would have missed the smirk she gave him. Harry's eyes instantly turned yellow as he tried to contain the laugh that was threatening to escape.

-oo00oo-

When the door burst open and the yelling started, Sybill knew they had come for her.

"Sybill Trelawney, drop your wand!" Sybill pulled out her wand. She was never very good at dueling, but she wasn't going to go quietly.

"Stupefy" That was the last thing Sybil heard before the dark took over.

When she woke, Sybil felt the ropes around her and she couldn't move. The most she could move was her eyes and she could see an Auror waving his wand over her.

"Remove her earrings, all the necklaces, and her glasses, they're all magical." spoke the Auror. Sybil could feel her earrings being removed and the necklaces being pulled off over her head, than the world went back to normal as her glasses were pulled from her face. The glasses only slightly corrected her vision; it was all the other charms on the glasses that made them special.

Her biggest regret was the emergency portkey earring that had been removed. She had been hoping that when she was taken outside Hogwarts wards she would have been able to escape, now the Auror made that option, moot.

-oo00oo-

The walk to Dumbledore's office was filled with Harry still trying to control his laughter. Aunt Amelia, as he was instructed to call her months ago, kept giving him sideways looks with a little half smirk that he just couldn't look at without laughing. Harry had not been in this part of the castle yet so was intrigued by the fact that it was very non-descript in appearance, he honestly thought that as flamboyant as Dumbledore was that he would see more and more extravagances the closer they got to his office.

Finally they arrived at the gargoyle that guarded the office, and before Amelia could say anything the statue moved aside to reveal a spiral staircase. They both climbed the stairs stopping outside a dark hardwood door. Amelia raised her hand to knock but before she could they heard the Dumbledore call for them to enter.

When Harry entered the Headmaster's office he took a quick look around. The first thing he noticed was the many portraits hanging on almost all of the available wall space followed by the large bookcase full of tomes of different sizes. To one side of the large desk set in the center of the room, were several shelves with many small devices, some of which were moving and giving off small puffs of smoke and some were quiet, not moving or doing anything.

Atop the bookcase Harry spotted the sorting hat that was looking back down at him with a smile. "Lord Potter, it is good to see you again." spoke the hat.

"Gideon, how is next year's song coming?" asked Harry.

"I have not even started yet, Lord Potter, but I will come up with something." replied the hat.

Harry's eyes were then drawn to the bird sitting atop its perch, the beautiful red and gold feathers giving the bird a regal presence.

Harry had seen this bird before, the night that Hedwig had revealed herself to Harry. At the time Harry hadn't known that the bird was a Phoenix, Hedwig had clued him in later and that phoenix's name was Fawkes.

"Good to see you again Fawkes, Hedwig has spoken well of you." Harry spoke to the Phoenix. Fawkes replied with a soft trill. Albus took note of the interaction; he smiled with the twinkle in his eyes going full force.

"Lemon Drop?" offered Dumbledore to his two guests though he was surprised to see Harry.

"Lord Potter, I was not aware you would be here. Madam Bones was there a reason you invited Lord Potter?" asked Dumbledore.

"This involves Harry and he needs to hear this as well." Amelia replied with a serious expression. "Albus Dumbledore, Sybil Trelawney has been taken into custody for questioning. It has been revealed that she at one time worked for the Department of Mysteries, during which time she developed a charm that mimics the effects and power given when a true prophecy is spoken by a seer. The reason no one remembers her working in that department is due to her partner Gilderoy Lockhart. He was a member of the Obliviator squads and was one of their best. Working together they removed all trace of their work history from the Ministry records and the memories from its employees."

"All prophecies given by Sybil Trelawney are now in question." When Amelia finished speaking Harry found that he had to sit down.

Dumbledore looked at the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement like she had grown a second head.

In a whisper that both Dumbledore and Amelia had trouble hearing Harry finally spoke. "It was a lie, my parents died for nothing?"

"I'm sorry Lord Potter what did you say?" asked Dumbledore.

"The prophecy, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches' it was a lie!" Harry was now glaring at Dumbledore.

"You believed her, you got my parents killed, you put Sirius in prison too, to get control over me, you… you should have known, 'Most powerful wizard of our time' bullocks." At this point Dumbledore looked like he had tried to swallow a hundred of his lemon drops at once.

Harry didn't stop his eyes were not the normal black he used when looking at the Headmaster; they were now the deepest ice blue they had ever been. Harry was now on his feet and all the objects around him, shelves, chairs, and Dumbledore's desk, had started to shake.

"YOU SENT ME TO THE DURSLEYS; YOU PUT ME IN HELL FOR YOUR OWN PURPOSES, YOU… YOU…" it was at that point that Dumbledore flew backwards from his chair and slammed into the wall at the back of the room where he slumped to the floor shaking his head and groaning.

Amelia placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, she had no fear that Harry would strike at her. "Harry, take a deep breath, get control of your magic." Amelia pulled him in, hugging him to her. While holding Harry she looked over at Dumbledore who was just pulling himself up off the floor. He looked shaken and was moving with a grimace of pain, it looked like one of his legs was hurt. Everything in the office had stopped shaking and Harry was sobbing into Amelia's robes, she could hear him repeating something over and over, but not what it was.

Amelia watched as Dumbledore slowly made his way back to his desk were he sat back down with a flash of pain. He didn't look up at Amelia until she started speaking.

"Albus Dumbledore, at this time I feel I should inform you that I have also opened an investigation into your involvement with the improper handling of the Potter Wills, your placement of Harry into an abusive home, your involvement in the Sirius Black affair or deliberate lack of, and any other charges that may come to light."

Albus just nodded his head.

"Madam Bones… Lord Potter, I am truly sorry for what I have put you through. I in all honesty believed what I heard and the events lent credence to the truth of the prophecy, that part of the prophecy found its way to Voldemort only added to the danger. The events that followed added more belief, I thought what I was doing was for the best and would keep you safe until you could fulfill your destiny."

Albus started his explanation but was cut off by Harry who turned around, his eyes still icy blue but with black spots creeping in. At the moment Harry wasn't in control of his eye color, and his emotions were running to strong.

"Then you should have made sure I was being treated with love not loathing! You should have been training me to fulfill that destiny! You should have cared, but all you see is your weapon, something for you to control…" Harry couldn't take it any longer; he squeezed Amelia one more time since she was still holding him then turned, walking toward the door of the office. As he turned the handle, Harry looked back over his shoulder and addressed Amelia. Harry had no sympathy for Dumbledore now.

"Before you leave Madam Bones, I would like to report and ask that you look into whatever the Headmaster is doing in the third floor corridor on the right side, whatever it is he has warned students that they would meet a gruesome death if they wandered there." With that parting shot Harry exited the office and slowly made his way to the Founder's Tower.

Back in the Headmaster's office Amelia turned back on Dumbledore after the office door closed.

"I know Amelia; I made a mistake, several mistakes. If the prophecy is in fact false then I have wronged Harry more than I care to think about. Before you judge me too harshly, please believe me when I say, Voldemort did not die that night. Whether you or I believe the prophecy or not, Voldemort does. For that reason alone Harry needs to be protected." Albus had noticed that Amelia had not flinched at the name Voldemort. He also noticed she was still giving him a steely stare.

"Harry did send Voldemort into exile that night, and you know as well as I do that his followers would have tried to take their revenge on Harry. He was safe from them at the Dursleys. He was safe from Voldemort." continued Albus. "I also felt it would be better for Harry to grow up away from the fame…" Amelia cut him off; she was finally getting the idea.

"Albus Dumbledore, you cannot distract me, so stop trying, what do you have on the third floor?"

With a heavy sigh and a painful wince Dumbledore sat back into his chair. "A friend has asked me to protect one of his possessions, He is afraid, and I agree that Voldemort is after it. The Gringotts break-in lent credence to our fears. There are several dangerous things protecting the object." replied Dumbledore.

"Let me get this straight. You have brought an object that is both dangerous and highly sought after by people of questionable morals into a school full of children then placed dangerous, and if the warning you gave the students is true, deadly protections around said item. Have you lost what is left of your mind! What is the object and what are the protections?" demanded Amelia.

"I'm sorry Amelia, I would rather not say." answered Dumbledore.

"Fine, I will have a team of Aurors here within the hour to remove the object and the protections. I will also be informing the school Board of Governors of your endangerment of the students." replied Amelia formally as she stood to leave.

"Madam Bones that won't be necessary, I will contact my friend and have the object and protections removed within the hour." Albus replied with a worried look on his face.

Amelia noted Dumbledore's quick reaction to the ultimatum with surprise; she was expecting more of a fight on the subject. Dumbledore didn't like his domain being invaded like she was now doing. Amelia figured there was more to this than was being told and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Albus, I have known you for a long time, we worked together during the last war several times, and there is something you're not telling me, if I find that this something endangers or injured any of the students…" Amelia let the threat hang there in the air.

"It will be taken care of Madam Bones."

Amelia nodded her head once before leaving the office. Albus sat back again in his chair trying to figure out how he was going to comply and still maintain the illusion that nothing had changed to the staff. But before he could do anything he wrote a note, giving it to Fawkes. "Please take this to Poppy, I believe I am in need of her services." Fawkes took the note and flashed away.

Albus sat back again, wincing as he contemplated what had happened. The power that Harry displayed was beyond even where he himself was at Harry's age. He was sure that neither Harry nor Amelia had noticed that he had raised a shield at the first sign that Harry was going to lose control of his magic. That Harry's magic blew through his shield gave Dumbledore reason to be concerned.

-oo00oo-

Harry skipped Herbology, spending the morning in the tower alone after asking Tula to inform Professor Flitwick that he would be in the tower and not at lunch or dinner. Harry paced around the common room for most of the time trying to calm the anger and sadness he was feeling. After a few hours of walking in circles around the room, Harry finally pulled his mirror from the hidden pocket in his robes and called Sirius.

"Hey pup, how are you doing today?" His godfather greeted him, but seeing the look on Harry's face he became concerned. "What's wrong Harry? What did the Headmaster do this time?"

"Aunt Amelia showed up here this morning, it was all a lie Sirius. Trelawney is a fraud, the prophecy was a fake." Harry was working himself up again.

"He believed her, he got Mum and Dad killed, he put me in that hell, all for his greater good!" Harry exclaimed.

"Calm down Harry, start from the beginning, tell me everything that happened." replied Sirius. Harry could see the concern on his Godfathers face and that Remus had joined him, Harry could see him behind Sirius.

Harry started explaining everything that happened in Dumbledore's office. He would have preferred to just have them look it up in Gryffindor's original Hogwarts: A History, but Harry had it with him. He would have preferred to erase that entire encounter from the book and his memory, but he could do neither.

After telling his guardians about what happened Sirius was ready to come get him from the castle after hexing Dumbledore into the next life. Remus wasn't much better, but he held Sirius back. The three talked for several hours during which point Amelia had arrived at Potter Manor to inform Sirius and Remus. She got an earful from Sirius about dropping that kind of information on Harry all at once. Amelia apologized to Harry over the mirror. He told her it was okay, that he would have wanted to know, and not to feel bad.

It was just before dinner when Professor Flitwick arrived to check on Harry. He found him sleeping on one of the settees in the common room, tear tracks running down his face with Tula watching over him.

-oo00oo-

Harry awoke the next morning depressed and wanting to avoid classes again, but Tula already had his uniform out for him after telling him he would be going to class. Harry made it to the great hall for breakfast and found his friends waiting for him. Dumbledore wasn't there, making Harry wonder what he was up to. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.

When Neville asked if everything was ok, Harry told him he would explain later. Harry really tried hard not to keep any secrets from his best mate. Hermione just sat through breakfast looking like she was going to explode wanting to ask all of her questions. Harry actually found it rather funny watching as she open and close her mouth like she was going to ask something and thought better of it a second later.

Harry wasn't looking forward to the first class of the day, potions. He really was not in the mood to put up with what he knew Snape would put him through. He was seriously considering giving the Potions Master another out of body experience, but it was too soon for that so he avoided looking in his direction. It was too risky to do anything in the classroom because Dumbledore would be able to narrow down who was responsible to the people in that class.

After breakfast Harry and Neville made there way to the dungeon for potions with the Slytherins. They arrived early and waited outside the door with the rest of the class. Harry spotted Draco casually leaning against a wall with his two idiot body guards next to him; the other Slytherins with the exception of Pansy Parkinson were keeping their distance from the no name.

Draco looked up as Harry and Neville arrived. He didn't say anything to Harry or Neville, he just stared at them. Harry could tell that Draco wanted something and he had a good idea what it was. The door to the class room flew open a moment later.

"Well, what are you brats waiting for? Get in here!" Snape called into the hallway.

Harry and Neville found seats in the back, after everything Harry had found out about Snape he didn't want to be anywhere near the greasy git. He was going to make Snape suffer, his plan was in motion.

A few moments later Snape walked into the room from his connected office with the normal billowing of his robes.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. [...] I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." (Rowling PS8)

Harry's eye twitched ever so slightly at that, it was the same quote Snape used every year. It was all directly out of one of the books Snape had written while getting his mastery. Snape started calling the attendance, but stopped when he got to Harry's name.

"Ah, Harry Potter, our new celebrity." started Snape.

"Excuse me Professor, but that would be Lord Potter." replied Harry. He was going to have some fun. Snape didn't miss a beat.

"Ten points from…" this is where Harry got him.

"Slytherin I think professor, since they are the first house I got points for." Harry finished for him. Harry could see the anger building up behind Snape's mask of indifference.

"Detention Potter for your cheek!" Snape turned away from Harry toward his desk for a moment then turned back. "Potter! ... What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Draught of Living Death, which will cause anyone who drinks it to fall into a sleep so deep, that they will appear to be dead." Snape looked at Harry with a hint of surprise but it quickly disappeared and the scowl was back.

"Where would I find a Bezoar?" Snape shot back at Harry.

"In the stomach of a goat." Harry replied in a calm voice.

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Nothing sir, they are the same plant. Muggle botanists call it aconite."

("What is the most popular use of armadillo bile?"

"That would be the Wit-Sharpening potion," Harry replied frowning. That was a potion on the fourth year syllabus.

"Frozen ashwinder eggs?"

"Er, love potions, professor."

"Powdered moonstone and syrup of hellebore, Potter. What potion uses both ingredients?"

"That would be the Draught of Peace, sir." Snape was trying to trip him up with material much more advanced than Harry should know. The fact that Harry still knew the answers thanks to his grandfather Anton's books was driving Snape mad. Harry knew he was pushing it, but he couldn't help himself.

"Pomegranate juice?"

"Strengthening solution, sir."

"When must fluxweed be gathered to be useful for potion making?"

"During the full moon, sir," Harry replied. Snape's face was darkening and the class had gone utterly silent. (Nighmares of Futures past by S'tar'Kan))

Snape glared at Harry tempting him to say anything else. He finally turned to the rest of the class yelling out. "Why aren't you taking notes?" Snape yelled out at the rest of the class.

Snape then turned to the board at the back of the class waving his wand. The notes for the lesson appeared on the board along with the instructions for brewing a simple potion to cure boils.

"The instructions for the potion are on the board get to it." Snape snapped out at the class as he walked behind his desk sitting down.

Harry and Neville started the potion; both could do it from memory. Harry was the first to notice that the instructions on the board were incorrect. The instructions called for the potion to be stirred three times counter clockwise at the end before taking the potion off the fire. The correct way was to the stir it clockwise three times after taking it off the fire.

The mistake would not change the potion by much and it would still be acceptable for use. The difference would be slight, a small change in color and in potency. Harry looked at Neville and could see that he had already noticed the mistake so Harry pulled out a piece of parchment and scribbled a quick note on it. He passes the note to the next group of Gryffindors over and went back to brewing.

Snape walked around the room sneering at the Gryffindors and giving small pieces of advice to the Slytherins. Harry noticed the note had made it around all the Gryffindors. Harry and Neville finished the potion first even with Snape glaring over their shoulder. Snape tried to find something wrong with their potion, when he was unable to he walked to the front of the class. Harry made sure to bottle up several doses of the potion before turning in the sample. He always kept a few potions in his trunk in case of trouble.

At the end of class everyone placed their finished vial on Snape's desk. As Harry placed his vial down Snape bumped his desk causing Harry's vial to fall. Fortunately Harry was ready for this trick having seen Snape use it before while looking through his memories. Harry's vial had an unbreakable charm on it so he just picked it up placing it back on the desk. Harry could see Snape was fuming mad and he could swear he was seeing steam coming from the man's ears.

-oo00oo-

During History of Magic which Harry had next he pulled out his Hogwarts: A History notes and books to continue comparing the different revisions. Harry was well aware that it would take years to get the comparisons done and then to put together a correct and factual revision of the book. He was grateful that he had Gryffindor's original to reference and get the truth from.

That afternoon in the double Defense against the Dark Arts class the shadow intruder was back again only circling around Harry's mind never entering his first line of defense. He was still unable to identify who it was but he was narrowing it down and right now he had only one suspect, Quirrell. The problem with the conclusion was that it happened when Quirrell had his back to Harry.

Harry put the problem to the back of his mind for now as he had bigger fish to fry. After class Harry made sure to hook up with Susan and Hermione, all of his friends joining him at the Founders table. It didn't happen until half way through the meal but Snape finally looked his way at a time when Dumbledore was distracted talking to Flitwick. Snape attacked forcing his way into Harry's mist; Harry opened a path to his trap room which Snape fell for, not remembering the last encounter.

As soon as Snape was in the room Harry slammed the door shut cutting him off from his body again. Back in the Great Hall Snape's body pitched forward again landing in a pile of mashed potatoes that he had just dished out to himself.

As the dishes and utensils clattered Dumbledore spun around to find his Potions Master face down in his plate again. Madam Pomfrey was already moving toward the Professor. Dumbledore looked around the hall scanning everyone. He noticed first that Harry was calmly eating his dinner not even looking up at the head table until Hermione point the problem out to him. Harry looked up at where Snape was being pried out of his mash potatoes and shrugged his shoulders at Hermione.

Dumbledore turned to look at his school nurse getting a glance and nod from her confirmed his suspicions; it was the same problem as last time.

In Harry's mind Snape was already snuggly confined, Harry didn't even bother talking to the man this time. He also placed a silencing area around Snape's mind so that he didn't have to listen to him yelling and screaming about how he was going to get Harry.

-oo00oo-

Dumbledore walked into the Infirmary looking for Madam Pomfrey, she found him first. "Don't even ask. It's the same thing." Poppy told him as he started.

"May I take a look again, I may be able trace who or what is happening to him." asked Dumbledore.

Madam Pomfrey just waved her hand in Snape's direction as she walked away to her office. Dumbledore looked into Snape's mind again after waving his wand over the unconscious professor for a few minutes. The results where the same as last time, nothing, Snape was just not in his body and there was no trace as to how he came to be that way.

Before leaving the infirmary Albus placed several wards around Snape's bed keeping everyone except him and Poppy away from Snape.

As he walked back to his office, deep in thought, Albus failed to notice that he was being watched from an alcove across from the infirmary entrance.

-oo00oo-

The day's schedule was History, Transfiguration, Charms and Astronomy but before History the Gryffindors had their first flying lesson with the Slytherins. While Neville joined the Gryffindor side of the lines Harry decided to join the Slytherin line. He received a few funny looks from the Slytherins but no one said anything. Draco tried to hide a scowl but Harry caught it.

While waiting for the instructor to arrive Harry squatted down next to his school broom to take a better look at it. It was an old Cleansweep 400 that looked like it had seen better days. The Bristles needed trimming, but there was barely enough left of them to trim. The handle needed polishing and Harry could see a few small cracks in the handle.

Looking up he caught Neville's eye, giving him a look that told the boy everything Harry was thinking about the brooms and Neville completely agreed.

The professor arrived and introduced herself as Madam Hooch, and started giving her lecture.

"Hold your hand over your broom and say up." She called out after giving a safety lecture and warning everyone to follow her direction or get expelled. Everyone held their hands over their brooms, all Harry could hear after that was people yelling out the word "UP". He and Neville both got immediate responses from their brooms as the brooms jumped up into their waiting hands. Harry noticed a few others were also successful in getting their brooms off the ground; Draco, his two goons, along with a few more of the Slytherin purebloods.

"UP" Harry looked over, it was Ron Weasley that was yelling at his broom. Harry noticed it was an even older Cleansweep, a three hundred by the looks of it. Neville looked surprised by the boy's trouble. From what Neville had told Harry about Ron, the boy lived and breathed Quidditch. Harry assumed it was the broom, not that Ron didn't know how to fly. By the time Ron got the broom to respond everyone else had been waiting for a minute.

"Mount your broom but do not push off. Good, now when a blow my whistle you will give a good strong push, rise up, hover, then come… MR. WEASLEY GET BACK DOWN HERE."

Harry looked in Ron's direction in time to see him rise a few feet in the air before the broom took off like a bullet. Harry could easily see that Ron was not in control of the broom, he was hanging on for dear life. Harry watch in horror as Ron was thrown around, twirled, barrel rolled, and bounced off the castle walls a few time. Ron finally couldn't hold on any longer and was forced to let go when he was about twenty feet of the ground. When he hit the ground everyone heard the snap.

Madam Hooch rushed to Ron to check on him. Ron was sitting up holding his left wrist with his right hand and looked to be in a lot of pain. What happened next was a blur. After checking Ron and getting him to his feet, Madam Hooch warned everyone to stay on the ground or be expelled.

Harry moved over next to Neville to talk while they waited for the professor to return.

"Oh, look Weasley dropped his wand." Harry looked in the direction of the voice to see Draco hold up a wand.

In a calm voice Harry called out. "Draco, give the wand to Neville so he can return it to Ron." Draco looked shocked that Harry was the one standing up to him. Draco was already committed at this point. Draco wasn't expecting Harry to be the one to speak up.

"Why should I, the squib doesn't need it. He can't even control a simple broom." replied Draco.

"Just give it here." Harry spoke in a cold voice.

"I don't think so…" started Draco, as he mounted his broom and slowly rose into the air. "I think I'll leave it somewhere he can find it, maybe the roof."

Harry was tempted to get on his broom to chase the idiot down but instead just pulled his wand out. "Accio Weasley's wand." Harry said in a whisper but those around him heard it, including a few Slytherins. The wand flew from Draco's hand to the blonde boy's surprise which caused him to lose his concentration. Draco's broom flipped over dropping him to the ground from about fifteen feet.

Draco's landing was stylish and dramatic; his face met the ground first, followed quickly by the rest of him.

Harry knew Draco was alive; the idiot was groaning as he lay on his stomach. Harry had captured Ron's wand out of the air, handing it to Neville. "Make sure Ron gets this back." Neville nodded.

It was only several seconds later that Professor McGonagall appeared, rushing up to Draco who still had not moved other then to groan. McGonagall made a few tsks as she looked Draco over. She summoned a stretcher placing Draco on it before rushing into the castle with the stretcher following behind. Harry watched as the Professor and Draco disappeared in the front doors. He hoped Draco wasn't seriously hurt but figured he had got what he deserved.

Draco wasn't seen the rest of the day, missing lunch and dinner. Ron, after getting his wand back from Neville, nodded to Harry from the Gryffindor table at lunch. Harry still didn't like Ron all that much, he knew Ron was a closet bigot and jealous of everyone who had more than him. The incident on the train was proof of that.

Midnight Astronomy turned out to be a class Harry just wanted to drop. It was all memorization of start charts with a few calculations thrown in to find where to look in any night sky. Harry had learned all of this from Remus who had an intimate knowledge of Astronomy.

After class Harry found his way to the tower and crashed. It had been a long day and week; he was ready to go home, back to the private lessons where he wouldn't have to put up with all the people and personalities that he wasn't used to.