When Harry woke, the sight of Hyssop carrying dead rats in his lethal jaws greeted him. With his new instincts at the forefront, he was happy that his mate had brought him food. When the rats were placed in front of him, he happily proceeded to pick them up and swallow them whole-his jaw could now unhinge like a snake's. When he was finished, Hyssop started speaking.
I'm going to call you Emerald.
Why?
Because your eyes look like them, and because you are my precious, my mate.
Oh.
You need to go back into the castle to gather nesting materials. You should be able to change you tail into legs to do so.
Okay. I'll be back as soon as I can!
Harry concentrated as hard as he could on having legs again. Slowly, with a small amount of pain, his long tail shrunk and separated into two human legs. He was naked, so he transfigured some rocks into clothes and shoes. After dressing and collecting his invisibility cloak, he said good-bye to Hyssop and made his way back up the pipe to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. It was very early in the morning, so he went back to Gryffindor tower to sleep. He'd had an exhausting night, after all.
When Harry woke, he went into the bathroom. He stopped and stared as he saw his reflection in the mirror. His hair was now down to his shoulders, silky smooth, and as black as the night sky. His eyes seemed to glow Avada Kedavra green, and his skin was milky white. He opened his mouth, and where the canines on his upper jaw used to be were now slim, curving snake's fangs. A glance at his hands saw dark green, almost claw-like nails. After locking and warding the door (just pretend he can do spells I say he can do) he turned back into his true form. His examination showed that his appearance stayed largely the same, with hair down to his lower back and dark green, almost black scales. He looked pretty. He wasn't supposed to be pretty; he was a guy for Merlin's sake! He changed back, de-spelled the door, took a shower, and dressed. Harry was wearing black jeans, trainers, and an emerald green shirt under his Hogwarts robes. Since his was longer, he could actually comb it straight, though it had a bit of a wave to it. After realizing he didn't actually need his glasses anymore, he tossed them into the garbage bin.
Harry walked out of the bathroom only to run into Ron.
"Wow mate, what happened to you?"
"I, ah, owl-ordered a potion to correct my eyesight and used some grooming charms."
"Oh…well, you look great. The girls are going to be all over you!"
Harry just gave Ron a small smile before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He was absolutely starving.
Harry entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table, surveying his choices. Decided, he selected eggs, sausage, bacon, and ham. He was especially fond of the eggs, they were just so yummy! Humming happily as he ate, Harry looked around the Great Hall. Everyone was enjoying breakfast, and no one was looking at him but Umbridge, who was glaring. Harry gave a mental shrug and finished his breakfast. When everyone was done McGonagall and the other Head of Houses began to hand out class schedules. Harry's schedule was as follows:
Double Potions with Slytherins on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday
Herbology with Hufflepuff on Tuesday and Thursday
Transfiguration on Monday and Thursday
Care of Magical Creatures with Ravenclaw on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday
Charms on Monday and Friday
Defense Against the Dark Arts on Monday and Wednesday
Harry sighed as he saw that he had DADA with Umbridge first thing that morning. He just knew she was going to be a horrible teacher. Really, how could a woman that looked so much like a toad and worked for the Ministry be a good teacher? Since he was done with breakfast, he headed to the DADA classroom with Neville, who was also done. When they entered the classroom, Harry couldn't help but stare. The entire classroom was done in pink and had decorations made of lace and kittens. Thinking back to how Umbridge dressed, he decided that for some reason she wanted to look like a little girl.
When the lesson started, Umbridge stopped them from pulling out their wands by saying "Wands away, children. I have with me the textbooks you'll be learning from."
Harry looked at the title of his, Defense Against the Dark Arts, a Return to Basics. Hermione, who had already opened hers, exclaimed
"Professor, there is nothing in here about using spells"
"Raise your hand when you have a question, dear. I do not see why children should have to defend themselves against anyone. Who would be attacking you?"
"How about Voldemort and his Death Eaters" replied Harry.
"Mr. Potter. You-Know-Who is dead. He has not returned, and you are a vicious little liar. Detention with me tonight at eight." After saying this, she began to teach the class. The rest of his classes continued on as normal, until his detention at eight.