A/N: 7, the magic number :DD

I could still write this, but to me it was tedious, it didn't want to write itself :S The next chapter is the one I wanna write, this one is kind of a filler and I fixed the "train thing in this one.

Oh well, here it is:

Word-count: 2,202 words

Chapter 7

Harry and the rest of the first-year-Slytherins were ushered into the Great Hall by a prefect.

He felt so small being a firstie again, only 3 months ago he was walking these very halls but then he'd had (or would get) a low voice and had been much taller.

He wanted to grow better than he had before because he had grown up with so much malnutrition before. Courtesy to the Dursley's, he grimaced at the thought.

So he made sure he ate a whole plate.

He was chatting with Draco (they were becoming fast friends) when he glanced a flash of red hair, Weasley (Ron) must've slept out again.

That was typical. Harry couldn't forgive him even if it hadn't happened in this time-line.

Their first lesson was Charms with professor Flitwick.

They had it with the 'puffs, and Flitwick seemed to like them.

It was a very uneventful class, except for when a little first year accidentally got his feather to sprout more feathers till Flitwick banished it.

Harry did well, but he didn't make it too obvious, he got it after another student had accomplished it.

Harry and the rest of the Slytherins headed for their next lesson, which was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.

They were there with plenty of time to spare so when McGonagall came into the classroom (in her human form) she saw that all the first-year Slytherins were already in their seats while her own house had only half of its unit.

She frowned at Harry, in an accusing sort of way as if to say, "How could you get sorted into Slytherin?"

After everyone, even Ron and Neville (who had told her they'd gotten lost) had arrived, she started the lesson.

After her lecture on the theory she had everyone try to transfigure a matchstick into a needle.

Harry faked incompetence.

He tried 6 times before he transfigured it correctly.

"5 points to G-Slytherin Mr. Potter." She said after she saw that he'd done it.

The good thing about McGonagall was that she was always fair.

Harry saw Hermione frown at him.

They left the lesson with the girls asking Harry to explain it to them in the common room after.

They headed for lunch and spoke about the teachers and compared them, they speculated on the other students as well.

After lunch they had Self-Study period, which was kind of pointless since they'd only had 2 lessons so far.

They revised Charms and Transfiguration and prepared for potions anyway.

Harry had to head for the infirmary for his check-up while the others went to the common room to practice Transfiguration.

Harry arrived 5 minutes early.

Snape arrived punctually as usual.

They entered the infirmary together, and Madam Pomfrey got Harry to remove his shirt.

Harry had forgotten about his uncle's beating, and Harry hunting while he was planning everything.

After he'd returned from Diagon Alley, he had been locked up in the cupboard for a few days and had gotten a beating from his uncle.

He hadn't minded because he had had his school-books to keep him company anyway.

He hardly felt the bruising since he'd had much worse.

Madam Pomfrey gasped and Harry heard Snape curse softly and quite colorfully, oh and his malnutrition was pretty obvious.

Pomfrey and Snape decided to put him on nutrition potions till he had a normal weight again.

Harry got to leave and was happy, after he'd gotten strict instructions to put on the bruise-paste on every day.

Harry headed up to dinner and swiftly got to bed.

The next morning Harry was woken by an excited Draco, (he let himself go (So was acting like a kid) in the snake pit.)

"Harry! Harry wake up! We have potions today, with my godfather!"

Harry moaned that it was 6:30 in the morning and turned over.

"Harry, you know you won't be able to go back to sleep anyway! Rise and shine!"

Harry grumbled out a "Wanna bet?"

Before Draco yanked off his covers.

"AARGH! Draco! Gerrof! I wanna sleep!"

Draco just left the room, probably to go fix his hair in the bathroom.

"He'sss right you know? You won't be able to ssleep anymore." Came a hissed yawn from the covers, Sylas must've gotten back into the covers that were in a heap on the floor.

"I know but it issn't very nice, being waked up by him. I like to ssleep jussst ass much asss you do."

"No one can treasssure sssleep asss much asss I can."

Sylas hissed back petulantly, he was asleep before Harry could reply.

Harry sighed and got into the shower after giving Draco a sound tongue lashing about how he was going to wake him up at 6 on a Saturday morning so he would miss his beauty sleep and Merlin forbid! Get circles under his eyes.

Harry got dressed and headed down to breakfast where he drank a big cup of coffee for tea wasn't strong enough this morning.

When he got to potions he was feeling much better.

He entered the classroom and was about to go to the potions stores to get his 6th-years potion kit when he heard Draco call him over, to sit next to him.

Harry caught himself and got settled.

He got out a muggle note-pad and biro (ball point pen), which Draco frowned upon.

Harry ignored him.

Sylas had already complained this morning on why he wasn't allowed in potions.

Harry retorted that Snape would probably use him as a potion's ingredient if he didn't do as he asked.

Sylas left grumbling about how he was going to go hunt for a mouse.

Snape swooped into the classroom in his overdramatic way, and then proceeded to lecture them and insult them as "Dunderheads."

Harry snickered and luckily Snape didn't hear him or chose to ignore him.

He antagonized Weasley with questions and ignored Granger completely.

They proceeded to brew a potion on how to cure boils, where Neville failed spectacularly and was sent to the hospital wing.

After the lesson Harry was held back.

"Mr. Potter I saw that you thought something was amusing in class today, would you care to enlighten me to the humor I expressed in my lecture?"

Harry made a big show of gulping, like any 11 year old was bound to do.

"I'm sorry professor I- well you see, I didn't mean it as an insult, I just thought it was funny that you called us 'Dunderheads'."

"I see, you seem to take a liking to sarcasm, you might not be so bad after all."

Snape responded to which Harry was very startled.

He expected Snape to take points or at least give him a detention but it seemed Snape wasn't so bad after all.

At least, if you happened to be in his house.

Harry was dismissed and headed towards the Quidditch pitch; he wanted to blow off some steam, and the only way to do that was by flying.

He was bummed by the fact that he had to use a school broom, but he felt like flying so he settled for one of them.

He grabbed one, after using an 'Alohamora' on the quidditch-supply shed.

He wasn't supposed to do anything above first-year level, and if a teacher somehow saw him, he didn't want to be confronted on how he knew or was even able to cast such spells.

So he mounted up on the broom and decided to do some diving and Wronski Feints.

It was dark outside, so he didn't expect anyone to see him.

Little did he know, the headmasters' office had a perfect view on the quidditch pitch. (Well he knew, but he didn't think of it).

The headmaster of Hogwarts was having a lengthy conversation with a head of house at that moment. He'd invited him over to his office after his last lesson, so professor Snape was stuck in his office being force-fed lemon-drops and sweet tea.

Snape grimaced at the tea and outright declined the lemon-drop.

He set the teacup down, and didn't touch it after the first sip.

They were having a conversation on the goings at Hogwarts and Snape was expressing his distaste to Harry being a pure-blood.

"You knew all along didn't you? He was a pure-blood. Is that why Lily didn't want to associate with me? Because I was a lowly half-blood?"

To which the headmaster replied.

"Now, now my boy I don't think that's why Lily disliked you. You certainly cannot blame young Harry on this though.

How did he actually find out about his heritage Severus?"

Snape replied in an unemotional voice.

"The goblins told him, apparently it had to do with his inheritance. Where you even planning on telling him Headmaster?"

"Albus my boy, Albus. And no, I didn't think it relevant to tell him, it would bring more animosity towards muggles."

Snape was walking towards the window and was about to complain about how he'd been chosen to patrol the train this year. When he saw a silhouette in the sky above the Quidditch pitch.

The person that was flying the broom was very skilled, but looked too small to be old enough to be on the team.

"Albus, come look at this, it is amazing."

Snape said quickly.

"Ah, yes young Harry is quite skilled on a broom." The headmaster was looking through binoculars.

"That is Harry Potter?"

Snape asked.

"Indeed it is, perhaps we can make an exception to the school rule where 1st years aren't allowed on the team."

Snape smirked victoriously, he had been about to ask a 7th year to take over the spot of seeker where a graduate had been the year before when they had found a prodigy.

"He might be good for something then."

Snape said.

They continued conversation on Harry and his health, till Snape had to go back to check on his potions.

The next morning Snape came over to the Slytherin table and pulled Harry aside to tell him the news, and to warn him not to go out after curfew or he'd be in detention.

Harry nodded happily and told Snape he would order a broom immediately.

Harry told Draco, he was naturally a little jealous, but he was too excited to let it bother him for long.

Draco wrote a letter to his father immediately and told him of everything that had transpired.

Lucius responded that he would visit the school soon.

Draco told Harry of this and told him not to order the broom yet; his father would probably bring him one.

Sure enough, Lucius arrived the day after.

Draco introduced him to Harry and Harry was introduced to Mr. Malfoy.

Lucius brought him a Nimbus 2000.

Harry had a civil conversation with him for once.

Lucius had to leave for ministry business soon enough and left Harry and Draco to admire the broom.

Harry had missed this broom, this one was like his 1st one, though they were custom-made so no two brooms were the same.

The rest of the day was spent trying it out, and since it was Saturday they could do just that.

TBC

A/N: I hoped you liked it, thanks for all the reviews :D

I'm re-posting the 1st chapter to clear some things up :D A lot changed in the chapter, but the same things happened essentially.