A/N: Hi guys! I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT! I have had a lot of stuff going on. I have three end of the quarter tests and a research paper next week so that's the reason that I haven't been updating in a while. I was going to upload this chapter onto the site a few days ago, but thanks to a certain Error Type Two that we all hate, I couldn't update the story.
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The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone
Chapter Thirteen
Just Another Day At Hogwarts
Harry Potter was asleep in his bed. He was dreaming. But not of the fields and castles that he and Ginny normally had. No, this was a different kind of dream. A strange nightmare where he sensed something that was both powerful and pure evil.
Harry was at first wearing Professor Quirrell's strange, ugly turban. He saw an evil, dark aura of the deepest black leaking from it. It spoke into Harry's very mind and said in a high, raspy voice,
"Hello Harry Potter. Yes I know who you are. I must tell you something of utmost importance. It is your destiny. You must ask to transfer into Slytherin. If you do not, the world will surely crumble to the darkness. " It began to laugh and wrapped itself tighter around his head. Straining to speak, Harry shouted,
"No! I will not be in Slytherin! Who are you?" It continued laughing and said, "Only time will tell Harry. Only time will tell.". The turban flew off his head and a burst of green light erupted around him.
The emerald green light dimmed into a red glow. And this time, a different, powerful voice spoke into his mind. This one had no item to speak from. It had to be someone nearby, casting a dream spell. Harry checked the aura of the voice. It was oddly colored. White but with huge black splotches here and there. Like the one before it, the voice again told him to switch houses.
"It is for the good of the world that you become a Gryffindor. If you continue your education as a Ravenclaw, you will surely be on the pathway to the darkness and the world shall be corrupt with evil."
Once more, Harry told the mysterious voice in his head that he would continue being a Ravenclaw and that he was proud to be called one. The voice let out a great sigh. Harry could feel the anger waving off the voice, outraged that he would not follow its orders and submit to its requests.
"Very well. You can continue your silly belief of being a Ravenclaw. But I know that deep down, you long to be a Gryffindor. I can see what others refuse to believe. You will do as I say. You shall convince the others that my ideals are correct. They always have been. Yet the world is in denial to what will be truth. You are in denial as well, in more ways than one, but there are numerous ways that I can persuade you to switch houses Harry. The sooner you do, the easier it will be for the world to accept that I am right." The world flashed a streak of brilliant, corrupted, red light and then he knew no more. Harry submitted to the everlasting night.
His eyes shot open. Awakened in his very own Hogwarts bed. He let out a sigh of relief. His roommates hadn't even stirred. How could he have been silent when he was screaming at those two voices that he was to be a Ravenclaw? How did they not hear him thrashing around?
Suddenly he heard a creak. He was still lying down, pretending to be asleep. There was someone in the room. Someone else was awake. It seemed to be creeping towards the door, trying to escape. All Harry was a purple end of a robe. And that seemed to vanish into thin air along with to sound.
'Looks like someone forgot about vanishing and silencing spells up until now.' Harry thought. 'It's too late to chase whoever it was. They're already gone.'
And Harry Potter did not go back to sleep that night. He knew the dream was important. He two separate voices…he had heard them before. They had said that it was his destiny to switch to their preferred house. And the person who had been watching him…what were they up too?
He couldn't go back to sleep. He did not know how, but he somehow knew that person had placed a memory charm on him. Had he not been trained by the elders in the mind, he would have be forced to sleep and the dream wiped from his mind. But the voices would have been stuck in his head. He stayed up all night, the memory charm was actually really weak. It was designed for less than one night. Whoever it was that cast it clearly underestimated him by a long shot.
At around four in the morning, Harry got out of bed. His roommates were still snoring like mad. He walked quietly down the stairs with a silencing and vanishing charm. No one could possibly know that he was there.
"Hi Harry."
He jumped and in a second, he found himself flooring a small girl with the tip out his wand poking at her throat. The petite girl chuckled.
"Well good morning to you too."
"Ginny? Ho-how did you know…I was…I had…" She put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"Did you really forget we have this little bond that we need to research?" She fake pouted. He rolled his eyes.
'Man this bond is cool, but god it can be annoying at times.' He thought.
'Sure is.' Ginny thought back with a big fat smirk on her face. Harry forgot she could hear his thoughts as well. "Come on," she said. "We need to get going. The others will be awake in a few hours and we need to start our secret training."
They cast the usual invisibility, soundless, and disillusion charms. The two students easily walked right out of the castle through the front doors, casting a silencing charm on the noisy hinges of course.
The sun was still not visible yet the eternal black sky was slowly giving way to the pink light of day. The black lake was still dark but would leisurely begin to glow. Harry and Ginny walked over to a lone tree.
"Okay Harry. Three laps around the lake. Loser has to do a favor for the winner."
"Your on!" Harry brought out the Holly Wand and cast a countdown spell. "On the green sparks." The red sparks hovered in the air, bursting with changing colors.
Red…Red…..Red…Yellow…Yellow….GREEN!
The two were evenly matched. Ginny was smaller and quicker, but lacked stamina. Harry's underdeveloped, thin body made him slower, but years with the Dursleys increased his stamina tenfold.
After a exhausting race, the two were on the final stretch. They were insanely tired but they would not give up. They could see the tree a hundred feet in front of them. Seventy five. Fifty. Thirty. Twenty. Fifteen. Ten. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
BAM!
They had ran so fast that they couldn't stop. Luckily Ginny had cast a painless spell over Harry and herself to prevent this kind of thing from causing damage. They were fine, the tree on the other hand…well Harry had to cast a Reparo on it. He had also put a recording spell to show who had won.
He activated the second part of the spell. A mist appeared out of thin air and the crashing finish came into focus. It was….a tie?
"How are we supposed to gloat now?" Ginny asked, a bit annoyed.
"Guess we have two options, we can each do a favor for each other or none at all. Your choice Ginny. I don't care either way." Ginny's eyes went wide.
"You-you're letting me pick?"
"Of course. Why not? That what a gentleman does right?"
"Well…I guess. But I've never seen a real gentleman act before. All I've seen are my brothers goofing off."
"What about your dad?"
"Mom's a control freak Harry. Dad is a bit unconfident and does what she says every time."
"Really? I thought that with the way you are, that your mum would have been super nice!"
"She acts nice when someone else is around. Keep up the family image you know. We've "always" been a light family. Or so she says. Even though her great uncle served under the dark lord, Obstanian, who was defeated less than a week after he boasted in a pub that he was to be the future ruler of the world. But anyway, when she finds out I'm a Raven instead of a Gryff, she'll go raving mad."
"Sorry. Anything I can do to help?"
"No not much. She wants control. She went further in her controlling stage after Fred and George started pranking.
"They started? They weren't born pranking?" Harry asked, shocked. Ginny giggled.
"Yep. But they started really close to that. Right around when they were two year olds. But anyway, if it's just our family, she reverts to her normal self. She's raised me to have no ambition in life, be married to a pureblood, be a proper lady, and bear out as many kids as possible. In other words, her clone. Unfortunately for her, I'm a bit of a rebel."
'You got that right.' He thought. She snorted out in laughter.
"Alright Mr. Wisecrack. Just for that one, I say yes. We'll each do one favor for the other." He grinned.
"Okay. But remember, it has to be just between us. It cannot draw any attention from anyone. Otherwise, they'll think something's up." She smirked.
"You have just sealed your faith Mr. Potter." She said in a dangerously low voice. They laughed in their silencing charm all the way back to the common room.
(6:00 AM Great Hall)
Harry and Ginny both entered the Great Hall. They had cast a few "morning routine" charms, hair washing, teeth cleaning, ect, to make sure that no one knew they were training not only their minds, but their bodies too. The Hall was empty save only a few of the teachers. It seemed that the students and most of the teachers were going to try to get a few more hours sleep, then rush down and hope there's still breakfast left. The two students walked to the Ravenclaw table and sat down. Two golden plates appeared in front of them and they began to eat.
A short, white bearded man walked up to them. He held two slips of parchment in his hands.
"Hello children. Early birds are you?" He said in a squeaky sort of voice.
"Always have been Professor." Ginny said cheerfully. The tiny man squeaked in joy.
"Glad to hear that. We haven't had a student up and awake before eight in about twenty years."
"I seemed to notice that there are only a few teachers up too sir." Harry commented. Flitwick sighed heavily.
"Yes. Many of the teachers have the same attitude about learning as students do. I'm glad to see some people are still willing to learn. You two truly do belong in my house." He held out the parchment.
"Is this our schedule sir?" Ginny asked.
"Why yes my dear." Flitwick said.
"Sir, with all due respect, Hogwarts is massive. How are we supposed to find our classes?" Harry asked.
"That is always a problem I've tried to address. All the first years are granted today to learn the halls of Hogwarts. I'm not prejudice or anything but this is not nearly enough for even the purebloods. The muggleborns are just plain lost. I've tried to promote the idea of more time but the Ministry of Magic denies me every time." He sighed. "All I've been able to do is give the first years today to learn how to navigate through the castle."
"Well that shows how incompetent the Ministry is." Harry said simply. "At least you've gotten to start something to help everyone Professor."
Flitwick gasped. No child have ever spoke about the ministry like that before. The Ministry hid anything that showed that it was run by morons. And to appreciate what he had done, these two were very different. Very different indeed.
"Well…I'm glad to see that some people have common sense about the structure of the Ministry. And thank you. I was lucky to pull off one day. A lot of pureblood lovers want the muggleborns to not I'll be watching you two. I have a feeling you'll be very important. See you in Charms Class. Don't be late."
"We wont be." Ginny called out as he turned. They looked at their schedules.
1st Year Ravenclaw Schedule
Monday
6:00-9:00 Breakfast
9:00-10:30 Transfiguration
10:45-12:10 D.A.D.A.
12:20-12:50 Potions
12:55-2:10 Lunch
2:25-4:00 Herbology
6:00-8:00 Dinner
Tuesday
6:00-9:00 Breakfast
9:00-10:00 Herbology
10:05-11:05 Potions
11:10-12:35 History of Magic
12:45-1:20 Lunch
1:30-2:00 Break
2:10-4:00 Charms
6:00-8:00 Dinner
Wednesday
6:00-9:00 Breakfast
12:00-1:30 AM Astronomy
9:00-12:30 History of Magic
12:40-1:10 Lunch
2:25-3:00 Break
3:10-4:00 Potions
6:00-8:00 Dinner
Thursday
6:00-9:00 Breakfast
9:00-10:35 Herbology
11:40-12:20 Lunch
12:30-2:30 Potions
2:35-4:00 History of Magic
6:00-8:00 Dinner
Friday
6:00-9:00 Breakfast
9:00-10:00 Charms
10:15-12:00 Transfiguration
12:05-12:55 Potions
1:00-1:30 Lunch
1:40-2:10 Flying
2:15-3:00 D.A.D.A
3:05-4:00 History of Magic
6:00-8:00 Dinner
"Look! We've got all our classes together tomorrow!" Harry said happily. "It's almost all of them in one day but still!"
"Why do we have History and Potions everyday?" Ginny asked. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Don't know. Guess they're important?" Harry guessed.
"All my brothers went to Hogwarts and even in fifth year with the O.W.L. Tests, they never had the same class this many times in one week. Something's up."
"We'll figure it out later. Let's look at what else we have. Flying! That'll be fun!" He grinned.
"Ugh." Ginny groaned. "Look at Wednesday." He looked at her sheet.
"What's wrong with Potions, History, and Astronomy?" Harry asked confused.
Ginny took a mouthful of porridge, swallowed, and said, "Potions is taught by Snape. He's supposed to be a git who hates everyone who is not a Slytherin. Astronomy is way to early to get up. I may be a morning person, but it's a crime to force students to get up that early for class.' They finished their meals and exited the Great Hall.
Professor Filius Flitwick sat on his seat on the far end of the staff table. Those two, Harry and Ginny, were interesting. Only a few teachers, including him, knew that Ginny was supposed to come next year. To think she had so much magic that Hogwarts herself put her on the list…and Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived sure seemed easy eating in a hall where owls swooped around overhead, delivering mail. The tiny Professor still thought it was idiotic for Dumbledore to place Harry with those muggles. Once again, only he and a few other teachers knew about the real story of Harry. Much more than Dumbledore let on. Those two students were going to be powerful, and he couldn't wait to see them in his first period tomorrow morning. He giggled to himself as he saw Dumbledore step into the Great Hall, looking around for something, rather someone.
"Dumbledore's in for a surprise." He said to himself, his smile full of mischief.
"History of Magic is supposed to be a snooze fest. The teacher is a ghost that teaches in a never ending, never changing voice. He has never moved from his podium. Even when class ends, he just keeps on reading from the book." Ginny said as they rounded the History class room. Harry looked inside and sure enough, there was the late Professor Binns, talking about the Merpeople uprising of 487 to a non existent class.
"But isn't it better to know your history in order to keep from repeating mistakes?" Harry asked logically. Then someone spoke to him through his thoughts.
'Harry, wizardkind hasn't used logic for centuries.' It was Merlin. Then Morgana spoke.
'Dear, ever since wizards stop looking at Merlin the human, and started worshiping Merlin the all powerful, the magnificent, whatever suits your fancy, the world has gone downhill. Merlin was a powerful wizard, yes. But he was mortal as well. And the wizarding world, they just couldn't see that. After they stop seeing him as mortal, they started relying on his every word. Whatever he said must have been true. For he was Merlin. And he could do no wrong. Merlin tried to stop that absurd way of thinking, but the world was not willing to change. Then Merlin died and the world was in denial and a frenzy. Merlin could not die! He was immortal! Since then, the world has continued to be corrupted and blindly place its loyalties into "all powerful" people such as Tom Riddle and Dumbledore. Some wizarding parts of the world accepted that Merlin was gone and was not coming back. Others, like this land of England, their rulers are still focused on finding Merlin."
They ran into Hermione and Neville just then.
"Oh! Hi you guys! I didn't see you two at breakfast." Hermione said.
"We're both really early risers Hermione. Harry said. "We already ate and we're now trying to find our routes for class."
"What've you got?" Neville asked quietly. They exchanged parchment.
"Looks like we've got Transfiguration on Monday. You're stuck with us in Herbology and Charms Tuesday. History on Wednesday. We've all got Astronomy together of course."
Everyone groaned at the mention of getting up that early.
"Yeah…that'll be bad. Now then, Thursday, we've got History all together, Herbology, and D.A.D.A. Friday we've all got classes together."
"Ha-Harry?" Neville asked shyly.
"Neville. Remember, we're your friends. You don't have to be afraid to say what's on your mind. You don't have to tell us what you dealing with but know that we are always here to listen to what you say." Ginny said. She had a smile on her face when Neville's eyes widened with joy.
"Now Neville, what did you want to ask me?" Harry asked his shy friend.
"Wh-why do we have Potions and History of Magic everyday?"
"I don't know. Might have been a mistake in the system. might have been something else. Who knows."
"Well Neville and I both are going to route our path. See you guys later." Hermione called as they changed direction into a different hall.
'Okay guys.' Harry thought. 'We can talk again.'
'Good. Now…where were we?' Godric asked. Everyone laughed.
'We were discussing the ministry's incompetence dear.' Rowena said through burst of giggles.
'Oh hardy-har-har.' Godric grumbled.
'So anyway, back to our discussion. The Ministry is trying to find Merlin?' Ginny thought. 'Still? After this many centuries?'
'Yep.' Godric answered. 'Some have come and said that their the reincarnation, or heir, or what ever else of Merlin.'
'There's been no evidence of anyone being the heir since the die our father died.' Helga said.
'But as of now, only two descendents live. One through direct bloodline, the other by a bond.' Rowena laughed. 'Yet those idiots still search in secret for the heir.'
'The idiots, as our smarty pants Rowena so nicely put it,' Even Harry and Ginny cowered under the intensity of the glare Rowena was giving the dead snake named Salazar. 'Uh…are growing restless and more paranoid each day.' He finished quickly.
'We'll settle this later.' Rowena promised sternly, but with an evil grin. Salazar gulped.
Helga laughed at the irony. The two heirs so discreetly but actively searched for via the Ministry were at a school right out in the open. Everyone in the wizarding world knew about Harry Potter and the fact that he "chose" to go to Hogwarts. The Daily Prophet would publish a ten page report on it by tomorrow at the latest. They were so close to the idiots who have searched centuries for them and the idiots were no close then they were five thousand years ago.
Salazar said, 'I feel that they may soon come out of their hole and into the open. Their searches will become even more desperate as the days blaze on by.'
'Well, I think we should keep them searching for a while.' Ginny thought.
'We don't want to attract any attention from the ministry.' Harry agreed.
'Wise choice you two.' Rowena thought. It was starting to get late and they already mapped out their routes for each day. 'You should get back to the common room.'
'Right.' The heirs agreed.
Harry and Ginny walked back to the common room. Tomorrow, September Third, was the first years' first real day of school.
(Great Hall, Friday, September Third, 6:00 AM)
After another run around the lake, with no race or bets, Harry and Ginny used their morning routine spells and entered the Great Hall. They ate their breakfast as usual and went to the library to look for info on their bond. After two hours of looking…NOTHING!
"It must be in the restricted section." Ginny sighed.
"Guess we'll have to get a teacher to sign us a pass." Harry said.
"Lets pick out who'll be our signer."
They left the library in silent anticipation about their first magical class.
(Charms Classroom, 9:00)
"Good morning class!" Professor Flitwick said brightly. "Charms. One of the most popular and used forms of magic." Professor Flitwick began a short speech about how the idea of Charms were created and of their many uses. Then he said, "And now I'd like to give you all a little quiz to see what you know and so I can get to know you a little more. Remember, no plagiarism is allowed in any class of Hogwarts."
He cast a levitation spell on a stack of papers. Most of the students grumbled but our favorite four were eager to test their knowledge. Harry looked down at his test sheet.
1st Year Charms for Beginner's Test
Harry J. Potter
1. What do you think is definition of Charms?
2. How do you think Charms came into existence?
3. In your own words, what is the theory of Charms?
4. What do you think Charms can do to help the world?
5. What do you think Charms can do to harm the world?
6. How do you think Charms are used?
7. If you could create any kind of Charm that could do whatever you wanted…
A. What would it be called?
B. What would it do?
C. Why would it be invented?
Harry answered the question honestly. He did not know the theory of Charms yet so he write down a descent guess. After thirty minutes, Flitwick called out, "Time's up!" He summoned all the papers back to his desk and told the class to read pages one through sixteen for the remainder of class. Harry opened up his textbook.
Chapter One
What is Charms?
(Twenty Minutes Later…)
"I see that most of you have finished reading." Flitwick said happily. "I would now like to discuss with you about your test answers." Most of the class groaned again. "Now students," He said firmly. "I know that it is boring to do nothing best reading and tests. But how do you expect to do this," He cast a blue spell at a the wall clock. It started singing "Devil Went Down To Georgia". The muggleborns gazed in excitement at the idea of clocks singing Southern songs while many of the purebloods looked confused. He waved his wand after the song ended. "…without studying the theory of singing charms. Anyone like to tell me? Good. Now then…," He riffled through the parchment. "Let's see…Ms. Granger…yes. Question Four was a brilliant answer." Hermione beamed at this. "Yet at the same time, you did not put question three into your own words." She looked ready to cry. "My dear, it's the first day! I know that you love reading, but you must learn how to do things without just using books." She nodded. "Mr. Goyle. Your handwriting, forgive me, is worse than a Grindylow loaded up on fizzing Whizzbees. You must learn how to write more neatly in the future." Goyle nodded dumbly and grunted. "Mr. Potter, your definition of Charms in Question One was outstanding. I haven't seen such words sewn together in ages! Yet at the same time your writing about the Theory of Charms, although creative, was not accurate." Harry nodded.
Flitwick continued to praise each student about one triumph and one flaw they made in their test. Soon the bell rang and Flitwick said their homework was to study pages one through sixteen thoroughly. They would begin studying the idea of Charms next class.
(Transfiguration Class, 10:15)
Transfiguration went by very slowly. There was a cat sitting on the desk when our four heroes entered. It was five minutes until class started and yet they were the first ones there. It stared at them as they sat down. A minute passed and still no one was there. Harry got up and walked over to the cat.
"Hello Professor You're an Animagus, aren't you?" He said as he scratched it under the chin. The cat purred for a few seconds and then jumped off the table. In its place was a very happy Professor MeGonagal.
"Hello to you Mr. Potter. Fifteen points to Ravenclaw for identifying an Animagus. Especially on the first day. And one point for knowing my animal half's weak spot." She smiled. And turned to the others, sitting calmly. "I see that you three are not surprised. That is highly unusual for first years. I will be transferring back to my cat form. I wish to see how long the students will take. I do this every year Ms. Granger." She said when Hermione was about to speak. "It helps identify the particularly gifted students like Mr. Potter here. I expect you four to act like nothing is happening. Mr. Potter, if fifteen minutes pass, I wish for you to ask me to turn back. Then we shall be amused by the faces of your classmates."
A second later, she was a cat with an evil smirk on its face. Right before the bell, students came pilling in. They all looked relieved to see McGonagal wasn't here to lecture them for almost being late for her class. The bell rang and the students looked around, wondering where their teacher was. Five minutes passed. Still no McGonagal. Just a cat sitting on the desk, glaring. Ten minutes. The students kept looking back and forth.
Fourteen minutes passed and the doors burst open. A red haired blur ran in. It was Ron. He looked around…and grinned.
"Hah! No McGonagal here!"
"Uh…Ron?" Ginny asked, trying to laugh.
"Quiet Ginny." He didn't even look at her. He looked around. And his eyes settled on Harry.
"There you are Harry!" He ran over to the chair Ginny was sitting in. He bumped into her. "Hey! Move it! This seat is reserved for me!"
"And why would Ginny move, Ronald?" Hermione asked.
"What…GINNY!" His face matched his hair. "What did I tell you last night? Harry is my friend and no one else's." He turned to Harry. "Come on Harry. Let's leave. This class isn't even worth it. Our stupid, bloody, idiot of a teacher hasn't even shown up!"
The cat glared at the male Weasley and nodded at Harry.
"Um…Ron?"
"What?"
"I don't think you should be calling the teacher a stupid, bloody, idiot. Especially when she's sitting right in front of you."
"No. She's not here. All that's here is that dumb cat."
"Professor McGonagal…how about you change back to normal?" Ron and the rest of the class, save our four students, looked confused. The cat pounced off the desk and transformed in midair.
"What was that about a stupid, bloody, idiot, Mr. Weasley?" McGonagal asked cooly.
"What are you talking about? You weren't here. Just that bloody cat." Ron replied.
'How can someone be that thick?' Harry thought.
"Ron," Ginny began as simply as possible. "Professor McGonagal was the cat."
"No she wasn't." He said. "Stop babbling about nonsense that you don't know about."
"Mr. Weasley, what is this class?"
"Transfiguration. Duh. Are you sure you're the teacher?"
"And what is Transfiguration?"
"That question is too low for me. I'm the best friend of the Boy Who Lived!"
"Why me?" Harry mumbled. McGonagal heard him.
"Detention tomorrow Mr. Weasley. Twenty points from Gryffindor for insulting a teacher and another ten for your lateness. Yes, my own house. I don't care if your pals with the Minister. You will follow the rules in my class."
Two Gryffindors grabbed Ron and tried to pull him into a seat before he lost another thirty points. The students stared ludicrously at Harry and Ron.
McGonagal began a lecture about the fundamentals of Transfiguration. She warned that any messing around, she glared at Ron, and that student would not come back. They took complicated( hard for the class but easy for our four heroes) notes. Soon she had the class try a basic form of magic. Changing a match into a needle.
Five minutes later, McGonagal walked around to see how the students were handling the task. Ronald had flung his into the ceiling. Pansy Parkisan was complaining that her match was broken. When she came to Harry and Ginny's desk, her eyes almost bugged out of her head. They both held beautiful golden needles. The sharp tip, she was sure, could have cut a hole into steel. The needles were lined with jewels of dazzling colors. Harry's was emerald green and Ginny's was fiery red.
"Ho-how did…I wish to speak to you two after class."
"Of course Professor." They answered simultaneously.
She went back to her desk and watched the students from afar. Hermione's match was slowly changing into a match with a fine tip. It was still tan colored but McGonagal was sure that it would become a fine needle by the end. Ginny was encouraging her to keep on trying. Harry was helping Neville as well.
"Come on Neville. You've got the silver color but the tip needs to be pointy."
"I-I can't Harry. I'm n-no good at m-magic. I'm-"
"Neville…you're the heir of the Longbottom family. People say mean things. I know from experience. But that is because they're jealous. They know that you have more talent than they do. So they try and bring you down with them. But you Neville, you have extreme talent. I can see it from here. You just have confidence issues. You need to believe that the match will change. Imagine the tip becoming pointed. Imagine the smooth, cold, feel of its sides. Believe that it will change from a match into a needle."
"O-okay. I=I'll try." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waved his wand. When he opened them, the match was gone! In its place was a shiny needle! Harry was beaming.
"Told you so!"
"T-thanks Harry."
"Neville, you did that. Not me. Look around you. Only you, me, and Ginny have made perfect needles. Hermione's just about to in about a minute. Everyone else has given up cause they don't believe the match will change."
Neville looked at Hermione. Sure enough there she was, holding a silvery needle.
Class soon ended. McGonagal collected only four needles. The rest were either on the ceiling,matches, or broken in half.
Gryffindor got twenty points via Neville and Hermione. It would have been thirty had Ron not thrown a match at McGonagal in his rage. Ravenclaw got thirty due to the amazing needles of Harry and Ginny.
Everyone but Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville had homework. Work on turning matches into needles. Harry and Ginny told the two to go on and walked up to the desk.
"I saw what you two did to help Ms. Granger and Mr. Longbottom. That was a perfect example of what students should do to help each other. Never before in my teachings have I seen a display like that before."
"Thank you Professor." They said together.
'They did it again.' She thought, 'I thought only the Weasley twins could do that.'
"I must say, these needles are amazing!"
"I just thought about it becoming a needle." Harry said. "And it became one.
"I did what Harry told me and it was the same." Ginny added. "Then I thought about putting jewels on it, and then they were on. I visualized the idea and it became that idea. Then Harry did that too."
"A perfect definition of what Transfiguration is." McGonagal noted. "Witches and Wizards these days think they just have to wave their wand, say mumbo jumbo, and the spell will work. It is sad. But anyway I must say that you two have shown great potential. I will talk to Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Granger about this too in a few lessons. They showed potential as well, but not as much as you two. The rest of the class will be going over the same thing as today. If they keep at the pace they showed today, we'll be lucky if we start going over color changing spells by Christmas."
"Thank you Professor. I'm sorry about my brother." Ginny said.
"Not to worry dear. I have seen that Mr. Weasley thinks that he'll cruise through school and life thinking that being "friends" with you Mr. Potter, will make him as important.
"He has this ridiculous fantasy that Ginny has bewitched me into being her friend and is jealous of him."
"I see. Well I think that it's safe to say that Gryffindor will not be winning the House Cup until Mr. Weasley graduates. If he graduates, that is."
"You could always expel him." Harry added hopefully. McGonagal laughed.
"A very nice suggestion Mr, Potter. I will look into it. Now then, onto business. I wish for you two to come into class a few minutes early so that I can teach you new spells. You will be allowed, except on testing days, to practice with that spell, rather than the same exercise the class is doing. Is that alright with you two?"
"Yes Professor. On one condition of our own." Ginny said.
"And that is?"
"We do not wish for the Headmaster to know of our magic. Can you try to keep the staff from informing him?"
"I can see why you'd want that. I cannot promise, but I will try. Now onto your next class then."
"Thank you." They said together, again.
"Wait!" McGonagal said.
They came back. She wrote something down on a slip of parchment and then handed it to them.
"You have Potions next. You'll need this."
They left for the dungeons.
(Potions Class 12:06)
Our two protagonists entered the dungeons. The chill in the air dropped twenty degrees. The bell had just rang a second ago.
At the front of the class, the hook nosed, greasy haired, teacher who had glared at him the entire Sorting stood. He smiled with a sneer.
"Ah yes." He spoke softly. "Our new celebrity. Tell me Mr. Potter, why do you feel that you are allowed to waltz in whenever in my class?"
"We're sorry sir. Professor McGonagal wanted to speak to us after class and that is why we are late." Harry said as politely as he could.
"There is no lying allowed in my class."
"We aren't lying sir." Ginny said politely as well. "Professor McGonagal gave us a note to give to you." She handed him the note. He sneered at the parchment.
"Fine! Take your seats then! Ms. Weasley over there! Potter in front of my desk." They quickly sat down. Harry silently moaned. He was sitting with Ron who was cheering.
"Glad to see you're ditching that loser and sitting with your real friends." Ron said. Harry looked around. He was surrounded by the Gryffindor 1st Years. They were all looking straight at his scar.
"You are all here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making…" Snape began a long, slow, speech about Potions. Harry tried to listen but it was hard when you have six eleven year olds breathing down your neck, staring at your forehead.
The door opened. Malfoy came in, to Harry's surprise, he wasn't looking confident. He looked like he was actually worried about being late for class.
"I'm sorry for being late sir." He apologized?
"Sit down Malfoy." Snape said gently. He continued his speech for a little while longer.
"Potter!" said Snape quickly. "Why are you not looking me in the eyes when I'm speaking?"
"I'm sorry sir." He looked into Snape's eyes and felt a push on his fortress. He gently let Snape out. The teacher looked surprised and shocked for a second and then he said,
"Let's see what you know. What do I get when I combine powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry thought back. His memories of potions lessons with Salazar flooded his mind. He knew the answer easily, but why was Snape asking sixth year questions to first years?
"The Draught of Living Death sir." Snape growled.
"I need a bezoar. Where do I get one?"
"Inside the stomach of a goat. Mountain ones work the best."
'So he has studied. Maybe he not as arrogant as his father after all. Time will tell. There's no way Potter can get this one!' Snape thought.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfs bane?"
"Nothing. They are the same plant. They also go by the name of aconite?"
"Five points from Gry…Ravenclaw for your cheek. And I will speak to you after class." Snape said. He waited for Potter to shout back.
"Yes sir."
'Why doesn't he challenge my authority?'
"WHAT?" Ron yelled. Some of the Gryffindors backed him up. Others wisely kept their mouths shut.
'Hmm…Weasley and his gang challenge me however.; He thought. 'Interesting.'
"You heard me Mr. Weasley." Snape said simply.
"How could you take away points from Harry. He's the Boy Who Lived! You should be on the ground begging for his apology which of course he wont give to the likes of you!" Ron bellowed. He turned to Harry.
"C'mon Harry. You're not gonna let this idiot win are you?"
"Ron…he's the teacher. I am the student. The teacher is the boss in a classroom."
:You've sent a spell on him! I know it!" Ron yelled at Snape.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for challenging my authority."
"WHAT?"
"And a Detention tonight."
"NO! TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT ME AND HARRY GO AND DUEL MALFOY!"
"Uh…what?" Harry asked.
"Yes. I second Mr. Potter's question. What?" He turned to Malfoy, who's jaw dropped to the floor. "Did you know about this Malfoy?" Before Draco had a chance to speak Ron shouted,
"Course he didn't. We were going to corner him after class and challenge him. Right Harry?"
"Why would I do that?"
"He's Death Eater scum! And he's a Slytherin. And-"
"He's his own person Ron. He may or may not be the son of a death eater. But that doesn't define who he is. He is allowed to make his own choices. Good or bad." Harry said. Ron turned to Ginny and said darkly,
"You've gone and poisoned his mind. He doesn't know what he's saying. Saying a Snake could be good…I will free him from your influence. You're probably using the Imperious curse on him anyway! I challenge you to a wizard's duel."
"Okay Ron." Ginny said. "But not tonight. I feel the entire school will want to see this. A duel for…what exactly?"
"Harry of course!" Dean is my second!"
"And I'll be Ginny's second." Harry said coldly.
"She has corrupted your mind Harry." Ron said shocked.
"I will bring this to the Headmaster." Snape said. 'Maybe this will give him a clue.' "He will prepare the duel. Maybe even bring the Ministry in as well."
"Good." Ron said. "Then the world will see that Ginny's gone dark and Harry is my friend."
"The duel will be announced soon. Now the instructions for this boil cure potion is on the board. Begin!"
The potions class went by silently after that. Malfoy left rather quickly after the bell rang and Harry walked up to Professor Snape.
The teacher cast a spell and a bright blue bubble surrounded them.
"There, that'll keep away prying eyes. Potter, I must say, I've misjudged you."
"What do you mean sir?"
"I thought you'd be just like your father. But I was wrong."
"You shouldn't judge people by first glance. Watch their actions."
"You're smarter than you look Potter. I'm sorry for having to act like I do in class. Dumbledore is a manipulator. Every now and then he tells me to look into the minds of a student a tell him what I see. I was trying to look into your mind until that idiot Weasley interfered."
"He's always like that sir. And he cant accept that Ginny's my friend and not him."
"Yes. Now I'm sorry that this duel has been thrust upon you."
"It's alright sir. I know a lot more spells than a first year should know." He grinned sheepishly.
"Just try and keep the spells in the lower years. Dumbledore's sure to train Weasley up a little and this is his chance to see what you can do. I'm sure he'll also try and call you up to his office to bewitch you to lose the duel. I have no doubt that he'll make it where if you lose, you'll be resorted into Gryffindor. You are trained in magical shields so that shouldn't be a problem. Just don't eat any of the headmster's sweets. They are drugged."
"Thank you sir."
"Good luck in your duel. And if anyone asks I gave you detention for tomorrow. We'll practice to see what you know. None of this comes out of this room." He removed the bubble and Harry exited the class.
The rest of the day blazed past. Classes were a blur. They didn't get into the air in Flying. Madame Hooch first taught them about the properties of the broomstick with the promise of flying next class. History of Magic was a snore. Our four were the only ones who kept awake. They agreed that they needed to know as much as possible. DADA was strange. Harry suspected Quirrell. He seemed to leak the same aura that he felt in the dream. He'd have to keep a watch on him.
He told Ginny about the talk with Snape through their thoughts. They agreed that thy needed to immediately get the book on bonds and train Hermione and Neville on Occulemency.
After their talk Harry went up to bed. He laid his head on the pillows and cast a non interfearence spell around him. He needed to get a goodnight sleep. Especially after today.
And so he did.
A/N: There you go! Chapter 13! Ron and Dean vs. Ginny and Harry! Didn't see that one coming did you? (evil laughter). Yes now thanks to you all for waiting patiently! Why do the students have History and Potions everyday? Snape's nice? And the Ministry of Magic is still looking for Merlin? Or his heir/descendent/ reincarnation/whatever?
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