A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

Harry's First Week

Another good thing about Harry's visits to Hogwarts in the past, is that the only whispering he has to hear is those from the First years. Everyone from second year to seventh year already knows Harry and have gotten over the 'get to see the famous Harry Potter' phase. Which is a good thing, because Harry had to lead his two best buddies to class since they didn't have the special visiting privileges as he had.

Harry's not surprise most first years get lost trying to get to their classes on the first week. There were a hundred and forty-two stairs at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The portraits kept going to visit each other, and once in a while the coat of armor would walk to find a better place to stand.

The ghost can help students find their way—if you know who to ask. But first most students would have to get over the shock of whenever a ghost glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open.

Nearly Headless Nick is one of few ghost who are willing to give directions. But then you have those like Bloody Baron who either only help Pure-bloods or his own house directions. Then you have Peeves the Poltergeist who would drop wastepaper baskets on your head, pull rugs under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk, or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose, and screech, "GOT YOUR CONK!"

Then there was the caretaker Argus Filch. Harry been on Filch's bad side since his first visit at Hogwarts when Filch thought Harry had somehow broken into Hogwarts illegally (although though there were times Harry did, but he wasn't going to tell Filch that). Harry learned long time ago that Filch is rather grumpy toward most wizards. The reason was that he was a squib—a muggle born from a magical family, and grew resentful because of it. Harry doubt it helped that Filch has also got on every student's bad side as well.

If Filch wasn't enough, there was his cat Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp-like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she whisk off or Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew almost every secret passage way in the school better than almost any student and/or faculty (except the Weasley twins and Harry's dad) and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts.

Fortunately enough, Harry Neville and Ron only had to worry about Filch as they made it to their classes with ease. But that didn't mean the classes were easy. Especially when Harry is the son of a professor.

On his first class with his dad was midnight on Wednesday. James started the class with roll call, mostly to embarrassed his son when he comes to Harry's name by saying "Harry James Potter." Most professors don't use the student's middle name during roll call, but James just couldn't help it.

On the first day, Harry's dad became everyone's favorite professor. Even though Astronomy is supposed to be about naming different stars and the movements of the planets while looking at them through their telescope, James also entertained the group by telling tales behind those stars and planets based off what they were named after.

"I find it easier to help my students learn astronomy through the tales behind the names," James stated. "For example, most of the planets and Pluto was named after a Roman olympian, except for Saturn and Uranus—where as Saturn is named after the Titan of time and Uranus was named after the ancient god of the sky Ouranos whom Saturn was said to kill with his own scythe with the help of four of his brothers."

Three times a week Harry and his friends went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology with Hufflepuff House, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout—head of Hufflepuff house—where they learned how to take care of magical plans and fungi, as well as learn what they're used for.

Easily the most boring class was History of Magic. Harry could understand why Dumbledore wanted Uncle Padfoot to teach it, as the class in the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he fallen asleep in front of the staffroom fire and got up the next morning to teach, leaving his body behind. You would think being taught by a ghost would be interesting, but it was quite the opposite. All Binns does is drone on and on about certain events, like there was nothing special about them, and often students got names and dates mixed up. Fortunately, Gryffindors had the class with Ravenclaw House, and Ravenclaws are happy to help those willing to learn—at least most of the time they are.

Charms was interesting with Professor Flitwick, the charms teacher and head of Ravenclaw house, although the professor had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. Just like James, Flitwich took roll call, and when he got to Harry's name, Flitwick gave Harry a proper friendly greeting, as if greeting an old friend.

Professor McGonagall as what Harry already knew: strict clever, and friendly if you're on her good side. Of course, that was expected from a professor that teaches one of the most dangerous classes in Hogwarts along with Potions and Care of Magical Creatures that is taught to third years and up (Although it's not so much dangerous as long as you listen to your professor). She even gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class about it.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. Everyone was impressed and couldn't wait to get started. Sadly McGonagall only did that for show as they wouldn't be changing furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were given a match and started trying to turn into a needle.

Harry wasn't as gifted in the arts of transfiguration as his dad or uncle Padfoot, but by the end of the class, he manage to at least turn his match from being made out of wood to being made out of silver. However, Hermione Granger did better than that as her was all silver and pointy. Professor McGonagall was so impressed she gave Hermione a rare smile.

When Harry told his dad about it that night, James just shrugged. "At least you made your match into a metal one. That's more than what most can do on their first day."

"Yeah, but Hermione made more progress than I did," Harry complained.

James laughed. "Well, some students are just gifted that way. I can't count how many times your mother mastered a spell before your uncles and I did."

Harry made a fake shock face as if he just heard this for the first time (which it wasn't). "Mum was better than magic than you?"

James cleared his throat. "Well, I wouldn't say that exactly, but she was the top student of our year."

Harry rolled his eyes.

In the end, the class he was looking forward too was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry heard about Professor Quirrell's lessons before his year off being great. Sadly, it seems that Quirrell lost his touch. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. Forone thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban. Fred and George Weasley both insisted it was stuffed with garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

In the end, Harry looked forward to the weekends most of all, when he can visit his dad without worrying about interference from classes, and maybe a visit from his uncles.

After the first day, Harry had send a letter to both Sirius and Remus with Hedwig, letting them know he has successfully been sorted into Gryffindor house along with Neville and Ron, and to thank Sirius for helping his dad pay for the new 'stable' school brooms.

Friday came and Harry Ron and Neville made it to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"What have we got today?" Neville asked.

"Double Potions with Slytherins," said Ron. "Snape's Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them."

"At least Snape doesn't have a reason to hate you two anymore than he hates other students," Harry said. "Snape hates my dad, and I'm sure he'll take that hate out on me one way or another."

"Bad luck for you, mate," Ron said.

Just then, the mail arrived. Owls came swooping into the Great Hall, carrying mails and packages from home as they circled around, searching for their owners. Harry often got sweets from Ron's mom and/or Andromeda.

Today Hedwig fluttered down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped two notes on Harry's plate: one from Sirius (with the side note from Remus too), and the other from Hagrid.

Harry opened the one from Sirius first:

Harry,
Congratulations on being sorted into Gryffindor House. Remus and I are proud that you Neville and Ron will be able to live on the Maurders life (even if it's not like the life we lived it).
By the way, you're welcome on helping your dad pay for the brooms. Moony would of helped, too, but he was in-between jobs at the time. We just wish we saw Snivelus's face when he realized the donation was for the whole school and not just Gryffindor House. According to your Dad, he was fuming. I have to admit, that was the best prank he came up with, helping all the Houses including Slytherin behind old Snape's back.
Speaking Snape, Remus wanted me to remind you to behave around him. Your dad maybe safe from Snape's wrath with the two being co-workers, but you're still an easy target. Don't think being your mother's son will save you from it, but don't give Snape any benefit of doubt either. As much as I like to hear how you know Snape down a notch, Remus has a point as Snape can still make your life at Hogwarts miserable.
Sincerely,
Uncle Padfoot
P.S. Don't tell your dad this, but expect a surprise at his room this Saturday.

Harry snorted. Leave it to his uncle to find away into Hogwarts.

Harry opened the second letter from Hagrid next:

Dear Harry,
I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Neville and Ron are welcomed too if they want to come. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.
Hagrid

Harry took out his quill and scribbled: Yes, please, see you later on the back of Hagrid's note and sent Hedwig off again.

…

In his living quarters, James was sound asleep on his bed. That was the beauty of teaching Astronomy: since it was taught at midnight, James could sleep in until noon if he wanted, and not have to worry about Harry waking him.

However it wasn't a peaceful sleep.

The day after the feast Harry came to visit him after his classes and brought up about his scar hurting.

At first, James wanted to take Harry to the school healer: Madam Pomprey to get it check, but Harry reassured him that the scar only hurt for a second.

What concern James was what his son was seeing when it happened. Harry told him he saw Snape and Quirrell talking when his scar hurt.

At first James' mind went to the possibility that maybe Snape was back to his old ways, and used some kind of magic or something to trigger Harry's scar. But why would Snape start now when he had seven years to pull something.

Then there was Quirrell—who been absent for a year. Sure Quirrell was jumpy, and his explanation of the reason why made since. But James remembered back during his time in the Order of the Phoenix, meeting Death Eaters who acted like they were afraid of Voldemort (like how Quirrell is behaving now), and the only reason they joined was to stay alive, but then when someone let their guard down to help the Death Eater out, they get stunned or worse from behind.

No, James can't let his guard down on either Quirrell either. Not until he knows for sure what is the cause of Harry's scar causing his son's pain.

The problem was, that kind of news, and James' mind wondering on the ideas that something might be going on, has triggered old memories.

During the first year after Lily's death, James would have Post Traumatic dreams of him dying with his wife by Voldemort's hands, or that Peter being the one who killed Harry. James would wake up in the middle of the night sweating and shivering from the dreams.

Now, it wasn't so bad, but every so often James still wakes up from his dream in that condition.

At least Harry had it better. During the first two years after the event, Harry too woke up screaming from the nightmares, but unlike James, due to Harry's age when his mother died, Harry's mind was able to repress the memory to the far reaches of his subconscious. But even James knew all it would take is a visit by a creature like the Dementor to bring those memories back out.

No matter how young Harry was when the event happened, Dementors have a tendency to bring out the earliest saddest memories you would think even a wizard wouldn't remember out in a flashback. If it wasn't for the fact that Harry didn't have a wand until after he got his letter, James would have taught his son how to use the Patronus Charm a long time ago.

For now all James could do is sleep and hope that Snape don't try anything foolish.

…

It's official. Snape despises Harry. Nothing Harry could have done would have changed it, and Harry tried everything. He even answered all of Snape's surprise teacher-to-student quiz correctly about the sleeping drought, where to find a bezoar that can cure most poisons, and the plant use for wolfsbane potion.

But when Neville accidentally melted his cauldron and spilled his potion on himself that end up creating boils instead of curing them, instead of deducting points from Neville as you would expect from Snape, Snape deducted it from Harry for letting it happened, even though Harry was partnered up with Ron, not with Neville at the time.

"Like I wanted Neville to get it wrong," Harry said as he and Ron climbed the steps. "How stupid is that?"

"At least you asked Neville if he wanted to see Hagrid before class," Ron said.

"True," Harry said.

At five to three they left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door.

When Harry knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying, "Back, Fang—back."

Hagrid's big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open.

"Hang on," he said. "Back, Fang."

He let them in, struggling to keep hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.

There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

"Make yourselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Harry remember the first time he met Fang when he was younger. He thought the dog was going to attack him, but ended up having a dog style bath.

"Where's Neville?" Hagrid asked.

"He'll be here later," Harry said, "He had an incident in potions."

Harry explained how Neville ill-properly made his potion that led him being covered in boils as Hagrid poured boiled water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes onto a plate.

"Yeah, Snape has that way with many first years," Hagrid said, "You would think Snape cause more incidents with his intimidation than anything."

"It wouldn't be such a problem if Snape didn't blame me for it just because he hates my dad."

"Professor Snape doesn't hate your dad…"

"Hagrid, you don't need to lie. I know about what my dad did to Professor Snape when they were students," Harry said.

There was a knock on the door, causing Fang to go crazy again.

"That must be Neville," Hagrid said, "Back Fang! Back!"

While Hagrid tried to get Neville in while keeping Fang back, Harry picked up a piece of paper that was lying on the table under the tea cozy. It was a cutting from a wizarding paper his dad sometimes read: the Daily Prophet:

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continued into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.
Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.
But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.
However, we been told that the auror investigating the case: Sirius Black, has been working over time trying to find clues on the mystery culprit.
"Right now, I got from a reliable source that I wouldn't share that what was in the vault is in safe hands," Sirius said, "But none of our minds will be at ease until we're certain that whoever tried to break in isn't a Death Eater that has escaped captured."

Harry was rather surprise to read this. He didn't even know there was a break-in at Gringotts, much less it happening on his birthday—the same day Hagrid grabbed that grubby package.

Harry wondered if Sirius' mysterious source was his dad, and if so, if his dad knew something about it.

After tea and avoid eating rock cakes hard enough to break teeth, Harry Ron and Neville—who indeed was the one coming through the door, headed back to the castle.

Harry told Neville what he read.

"You really think it involves whatever Hagrid took out?" Neville asked.

"I'm not sure, but if Uncle Padfoot's mysterious source is my dad, then it must be in a safe place," Harry said. "Maybe in the castle."

"Why would it be in the castle?" Neville asked.

"Because Hogwarts is the safest place in the world," Harry said, "I wouldn't be surprise it's in a hidden corridor or something I never been too."