Harry Potter sighed as he sat in the principal's office for the third time in a week. The principal and Vernon were screaming at him about different reasons. The conversation usually went as follows; the principal would usually start up with, "Boy! Do you have half a mind about how your actions are draining us financially?!" He would shout, "When will you start to learn the qualities of blah blah blah blah!" Vernon, on the other hand, would usually be yelling about something entirely different and terribly inconsequential.

He'd usually start off by saying, "Boy do you realize that your actions are damaging my reputation!" He would say. "The good people of Privet Drive should not have to yak yak yak!"

Of course these lectures would never change Harry, if anything they made him even more determined to improve his next attempt to find witches. Let's see, today he tried to put out Dudley for bait again so a hag would snatch him up and bring him back to her base to use as ingredients. Then Harry could have tracked the hag and caught it to prove that the supernatural did exist. So tomorrow he should try to slaughter Dudley's breakfast and leave it out for the witches to eat.

"Boy!" Vernon shouted, "Are you even listening?!"

"Hmm?" Harry was snapped out of his thoughts, "Did you say something?"

"Argh! Why you little-"

"Anyway," The principal cut into Vernon's oncoming rant and fixed Harry with a firm glare as he spoke in a commanding tone. "You are an 8th grader Mr. Potter, and you're about to enter High School." The principal took his glasses of his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose,

"So please act your age, it doesn't look good if you're known as the person who dedicated his life to searching for witches."

"Not to mention it doesn't make me look good." Vernon muttered under his breath.

"Yes, yes." The principal ignored Vernon's complaints. "But Harry you are a wonderful and bright boy, so please try to do something better with your time, like painting."

"Painting?" Harry asked.

"Yes painting, I find that painting always helps people understand my messages." The principal said. "There's no way they can interpret you the wrong way once you make your message clear to your audience."

"Make my message clear…"

Harry had suddenly got an idea, and he smiled at the principal. "You know what, I totally understand what you meant." He said. "I think I'll take up painting!" The principal smiled as he assumed the boy would pursue his new hobby…

Harry snuck out of his home in the dead of night after he waited for his aunt and uncle to fall asleep. He had been locked in the cupboard again, but it wasn't a problem as he had gotten a bolt cutter to cut through the chains that locked him in. He quickly caught the chains as they fell in order to keep the noise to a minimum. He carefully placed the chains on the ground and went to the front door. Picking out a paper clip that he had hidden under his tongue, he unlocked the door and ran out into the night.

He quickly made his way over to the school and snuck into the building. He pick locked the door to the art room and yanked the paint rollers and paint buckets out from the closet. He then went back outside and placed his items on the ground and started to paint.

"Need any help with that?"

Harry jumped as he heard a voice speak out and turned to see a high schooler leaning against the wall of the school, her arms were crossed and she had a smirk on her face.

"Um, no I think I'm good." Harry said and turned around to continue painting. The girl sighed and walked up to Harry and grabbed one of the paint roller and started to paint on the blacktop alongside Harry.

"Hey, I said I didn't need any help!" He complained.

The girl snorted, "Seriously with this weather you think you're going to finish this by yourself?"

Harry shivered the air suddenly chilled, autumn wasn't messing around this year. "Fine you can help, but you have to do what I say!"

The girl shrugged, "Fair enough."

The two then began to paint again, though Harry as he barked orders to the girl he kept looking at her, though specifically he was looking at her uniform.

"You're from Hogwarts?" He asked. "That's really far from here…"

"Finally decided to say something other than an order huh?" the girl said as she stood and stretched. "Yeah I'm from Hogwarts, I was just visiting some of my old haunts before I head off for college."

"What's it like there?" Harry asked as he set his paint roller aside.

"It's like any normal high school." The girl said. "Though there is this one guy who makes things…interesting every once in a while."

"Bleh, if it's normal I don't think I'd go there."

"Hey, you never know, you might find something interesting there." The girl said and then she looked down at her watch. "Well, looks like it's time for me to go, it was fun painting with you kid."

"Hey wait!" Harry said as he pushed himself off the ground. "What's your name?"

The girl smiled to herself as she walked away, "It's Jane," the girl said, "Jane Doe."

"Oh ha, ha very funny!" Harry shouted as the girl walked away. "You know what, I think I will go to Hogwarts, and then I'll find out your real name!"

"Alright then, I'm looking forward to it!" the girl shouted, "See ya, kid!"

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Principal Nero hummed to himself as he climbed out of his car. The leaves were finally beginning to brown, and the air was perfectly chilled. Just the way he liked it, what could possibly ruin this day? He walked up to his office and pulled the shades up to see a massive painting of a witch with text on her robe reading, "Calling all witches, please call this number to get in contact with Harry Potter!" on the blacktop of the playground. His secretary ran up to him, and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder,

"Um, sir it could be worse…" she said.

"POTTER!" Principal Nero shouted in rage as he looked at the cheeky little devil who gave him a wink from bellow his window.

"You said to get into a hobby!" Potter shouted, "I think I rather enjoy this one!"