Chapter 6! Yay! You find out why Harry's called Harry!

Chapter 6: The First Day

Draco's POV

I take up Harry's hand as we walk to Potions. He smiles. His wand, the brother to his father's, lies in his hand as he revives the few vines that dare creep over the window sills. One tiny vine, practically a baby, curls around his finger in a plant version of a thank you. It uncurls slowly when we walk past, making my cousin grin wider.

"Enjoying yourself, Harry?"

"Yep! It's almost like I'm the only person who dared revive the poor critters. They asked me to help."

"Well, it was good of you to help them then."

"Is it?"

"Yes. It was very good."

"Yay! I did a good thing!"

"Yes, you did." About this time we arrive at the potions classroom, and I open the door to find that most of the students are already there. Harry nods towards the partnerless Neville and walks off leaving me with Blaise.

"So," Blaise says, "Harry's made a new friend. Are you sure you can handle that, Draco?"

I roll my eyes. "You make me sound like a mother hen."

"You practically are. You latch onto Harry whenever he gets hurt like one."

"Because, I care about him!"

"Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy," my godfather warns, "we are about to start."

"Yes, Professor Snape."

He smiles, going up to the front to tell us what we're brewing. "Your instructions are up on the board. Begin!"

Harry's POV

Neville gives me a weak smile before looking up at the chalkboard and reaching for his potions ingredients. "Here, Neville," I murmur, taking the bay leaves from his hand, "let me do that."

"Th-thanks, Harry," he stammers, looking sheepish.

"No problem. There." I sprinkle them into our water before tossing in the cup of newt eyes.

He watches me with awe for a bit, passing me ingredients as I ask. After a bit the Hufflepuff speaks up. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"How'd you get so good at this?"

I look at him with curiosity. "Am I really that good?"

"Yes!"

I smile and shake my head. "I'm not as good as Sev."

"Sev?"

"Severus Snape. Our professor."

"Oh, I didn't know what his first name was."

"Not a lot of students do."

"So, why do you?"

"He's Draco's and my Godfather."

"Oh. That would explain why you're so good then too."

"I guess." I look at the clock, sighing when I see that our time is almost up. I give the potion a clockwise turn before pulling it off the fire. "Pass me the vials, please."

"Here."

I give him a smile and take the vials before beginning to bottle them up. I pass one to the boy and smile again. "Let's go put them up at Sev's desk. Class's almost over." He nods and follows me up to the front. "What class have you got next?"

"Herbology."

"Damn. I was hoping you'd have DADA too."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Draco comes up behind us, setting his vial next to mine. "I have to go. See you at dinner, Neville!"

"See you, Harry!"

Blaise's POV

I sigh and walk after my friends. Harry grabs my hand and drags me and Draco with him through the corridor. He stops in front of a classroom door, smiling brightly. He lets go of my hand in favor of pushing open the door. Surprisingly only a small congregation of Gryffindors and fellow Slytherins are here already. However, there's one thing more surprising than that; Remus Lupin is teaching.

"Remy!" Harry cries, launching himself into the werewolf's arms.

Remus laughs and tosses him up into the air, utilizing his superhuman strength. "How are you, little one?"

"I'm okay." He looks thoughtful for a moment before asking a question. "Does Fenrir know you're teaching?"

"Yes. He actually encouraged it."

"Why?"

"Because, I've always wanted to teach, and you know how supportive he is of the things I want to do."

"That's because he's the best lover you could ask for."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"I am!"

He chuckles and sets the eccentric boy down. "Alright, class," he calls, looking at us as the bell rings, "I am Professor Lupin…"

"Nope! You're Remy!"

"Or as Harry calls me Remy. I'd prefer you call me at least Remus." He puts a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'd like to get to know all of you today. So, I want your name and something special about yourself."

The sharing circle, if you could call this that, goes around through every Slytherin but Harry before Remus points at the Weasley in our year. "I'm Ronald Weasley. I have a Ghoul in my attic."

"Hmm… you're Molly's boy, no?"

"Yeah."

"I knew your mother when we were in school. Of course I knew Draco's mother and father as well. And Harry's mother."

Harry giggles. "I like it when you tell stories about my Mama."

"I know," he whispers, bending down to whisper in Harry's ear. My friend nods, and then the bell rings. Harry smiles and skips out of the classroom, calling that the last one to the Great Hall's a rotten egg.

"It's not me!"

Voldemort's POV

I peer down at the two-way mirror, feeling relieved when my son picks up on the other end. "Hello, Harry." His vivid green eyes glow with a happy light when he hears my voice.

"Dad!"

"How was school?"

"Awesome! I made a new friend!"

"And who is this new friend of yours?"

"Neville Longbottom. He's a Hufflepuff."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. Remy's teaching DADA."

"I know. He asked me to lift the curse so he could."

"Thank you. He's probably the best person besides you for the job."

I chuckle. "How's Severus?"

"He seems okay. I'm surprised he hasn't killed, or at least attempted to kill Moody yet."

"It would give him a way as a Dark spy," I explain. "Besides, I told him he could kill Moody when the time comes."

"Good." He smiles.

"Do you want anything before you go to sleep?"

"A story."

"Of what?"

"Why you and Mom named me Harry.

I smile. That's his favorite story. "Alright." He sets down and lays his head in his hands. "Your mother was smiling in the crisp clean air of the Chesapeake Bay. We were in America. The cotton blanket I laid on the shore would have blown away had it not been for the picnic basket and our own bodies. She looked out onto the bay, pointing to the boats she found to be beautiful.

"There, past the bigger boats on the edge of horizon, was a little sailboat; green and grey. She pointed rapidly to the boat as it sailed closer to the shore. 'That one! That one!' she cried. I laugh and ask her why that one was more beautiful than any of the others. 'Its name, I like it.' I asked her why. And she said, 'Harry. When I have a son, that's what I'll name him.' And here you are."

"Thank you, Dad."

"You're welcome. Now go to sleep."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too, son."