Harry sat inside a room. He had no idea where anything was so he just decided to rest inside an empty classroom. He heard the door open. He turned his head to see the Sorting Hat walk in.
"Sup," Harry greeted. The Hat then closed the door behind him before walking over to Harry.
"Nice performance," the Hat commented as he sat down next to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry replied.
"But weren't you a little harsh?" the Hat questioned. Harry was silent for a moment as he thought about it.
"Maybe," Harry answered," But I really don't want anything to do with that family."
"I understand," the Hat replied," But they are going to be a part of your life from now on." Harry stayed silent.
"So what are you going to teach me?" Harry asked, ignoring the Hat's words. The Hat seemed to sigh before standing up.
"You have to learn to use your wands instinctively," the Hat answered as he moved to stand in front of Harry.
"Like my wandless magic," Harry replied.
"Yes," the Hat responded," Wandless magic ia good, but it should be your ace." Harry nodded his head. The Hat then produced two black bracelets.
"What are those?" Harry asked as the Hat chucked them at Harry.
"These are custom-made bracelets that will restrict your use of wandless magic," the Hat answered," They will stop your hands from becoming magical focal points."
"Why would I need these?" Harry asked, inspecting the bracelets.
"Because you instinctively use wandless magic," the Hat answered," I need you that instinct for your wands." Harry nodded his head before slipping the bracelets on each wrist.
"The bracelets will only come off when your life is in danger or you don't have your wands with you," the Hat informed Harry.
"Cool," Harry replied. Harry then pointed his finger.
"Lumos," Harry said. Harry could feel is magic flowing into his hand, but no light appeared at the tip of is finger.
"Nice," Harry responded, looking at the bracelet.
"Also, a warning," the Hat said. Harry looked up at the Hat.
"Something is going down this year," the Hat stated," I fear the return of Voldemort." Harry grimaced before nodding his head.
"So what?" Harry asked," Everyone thinks Neville and Charles are the Chosen Ones."
"That may be so," the Hat replied," But the safety of Hogwarts is at stake."
"Sure, it is," Harry responded. The Hat and Harry were silent for a moment.
"I think it would be best for you to go to your commons," the Hat stated.
"Ok," Harry replied as he stood up," Can you tell me where Slytherin house is?" The Hat then pulled out a piece of paper out of nowhere.
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"This is a map of Hogwarts," the Hat answered," Make sure you don't lose it. It contains all of the secrets of Hogwarts." Harry nodded his head as he grabbed the piece of paper.
"Thanks," Harry replied as he exited the room. Harry followed the map until he stood in front of a stone wall. He looked around to try and find an entrance.
"But the map said this is the entrance," Harry muttered as he looked at the map," Where is it?" To Harry's amusement, the word purity appeared at the bottom of the map.
"Purity?" Harry muttered," How does that help me?" Suddenly, Harry heard a grating noise near him. He looked up to see wall shift to reveal a tunnel. Harry just looked at the tunnel before smacking his forehead.
'Of course," Harry replied," It would be a password." Harry then stuffed the map into his pocket before walking into the tunnel. Walking through the tunnel, Harry found himself in a dimly lit room.
"So this is the Slytherin commons," Harry thought to himself.
"Are you Harry Potter?" Harry heard a voice near him. Harry turned his head to see a black-haired boy at a flight of stairs.
"Yeah," Harry answered.
"Follow me," the boy ordered, turning around. Harry shrugged as he followed the boy up the stairs. Harry watched as the boy turned into a room. Harry entered into a round of applause. Every boy in the room was applauding him.
"What is this?" Harry asked, surprised.
"You did what everyone wanted to do," one of the Slytherins answered.
"And that would be?" Harry asked, turning his head to the Slytherin.
"You beat up Charles Potter, the Golden Boy," Harry heard a voice answer. Harry turned his head to see a white-haired boy, standing with two black-haired boys behind him.
"no problem," Harry responded," And you are?"
"Draco Malfoy," the boy answered, extending his hand. Harry shook it.
"It's good to meet you, Mr. Malfoy," Harry responded. The boy known as Draco smiled.
"it seems like you are different from your brother," Draco commented," If you need anything, just ask me."
"Thanks," Harry replied," But I'm really tired. It's been a long day." The Slytherins nodded their heads in understanding. Harry then moved over to an empty bed.
"Is this bed free?" Harry asked. Draco nodded his head.
"Then, I'm going to sleep," Harry stated as he plopped onto the bed. Harry closed his eyes before going to sleep. He had Helga to watch over him as he slept. No one disturbed him overnight.
The Next Day
Harry opened his eyes. Harry looked around to see himself in a room.
"(Awake?)" Tom asked as Harry silently got out of bed.
"(Yeah)," Harry whispered. He looked around before leaving the house.
"(What time is it?)" Harry asked as he walked through the halls of Hogwarts.
"(Helga went to sleep when the sun rose, so I think its approximately seven)," Tom answered. Harry nodded his head.
"(You're a bastard)," Tom stated. Harry immediately turned his head to his left arm.
"(What was that for?)" Harry asked, stopping.
"(I'm talking about the way you treated your sister yesterday)," Tom explained.
"(How is that my fault?)" Harry asked.
"(You could have been a little nicer to her)," Tom pointed out.
"(Why should I?)" Harry asked," (She along with my parents ignored me for my asshole of a brother)."
"(So what?)" Tom replied," (In today's society, there are certain rules you must obey)." Harry rolled his eyes as Tom's statement.
"(I haven't been a member of society since I was ten years old)," Harry pointed out," (I don't need to obey them)."
"(I think you do)," Tom responded," (Or else people will start thinking you're an asshole like your brother)." Harry stood in shock at the impact of Tom's words. The duo were silent for a moment.
"(That was harsh)," Harry commented.
"(Just like how you were with your sister)," Tom replied.
"(Touché)," Harry responded.
"(Look)," Tom replied," (I can understand your anymosity towards your brother and parents, but I have to point out that your sister tried to make contact with you while your mother just sat the Professor table)."
"(That's true)," Harry agreed before sighing," (You're right, Tom. I will try to be nicer to my sister)."
"(Also to other people)," Tom pointed out.
"(Huh?)" Harry responded," (I am nice to other people)."
"(Yeah, only when you get to know them)," Tom pointed out," (To strangers, you are kinda rude to them)."
"(That's not true)," Harry replied," (I wasn't like that to Neville)."
"(But you were like that to Nicholas, Fleur, Gabrielle, Appolline, Bill, and Charles)," Tom pointed out. Harry glared at his left arm.
"(I refuse to believe that)," Harry responded as he started walking," (You're wrong, Tom)."
"(If you say so)," Tom replied. The two were silent as Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts. Harry then realized something.
"Where am I?" Harry asked himself as he looked around," I don't have a bloody clue where I am."
"Are you lost?" Harry heard a voice behind him. Harry turned his head to see a ghost, floating near him.
"Wh~," Harry responded before remembering Tom's words," I am. Can you help me?"
"Sure," the ghost answered," Where are you walking to?"
"Nowhere," Harry answered," I was just planning to walk around Slytherin."
"Well, you are a far way from Slytherin," the ghost stated. Harry looked at the ghost in surprise.
"Where am I then?" Harry asked.
"You are around the Gryffindor wing," the ghost answered.
"Then, I'm guessing you're the Gryffindor ghost," Harry relied. The ghost nodded his head.
"I am Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington," the ghost introduced himself, bowing. Harry nodded his head.
"You're Nearly-Headless Nick," Harry responded.
"Yes," the ghost known as Sir Nicholas," Though, I would prefer that you call me Sir Nick."
"Ok," Harry replied.
"And what is your name?" Sir Nicholas asked.
"Harry Potter," Harry answered.
"Ah, so you're the infamous Potter," Sir Nicholas commented.
"So you have already heard of me," Harry replied.
"Yes," Sir Nicholas confirmed," The ghosts of Hogwarts have been talking about you."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"There has been a shift in the winds," Sir Nicholas answered before pointing to Harry," And you are the cause of it." Harry just looked at Sir Nicholas.
"If you say so," Harry replied," Can you point me back to Slytherin wing?"
"Of course," Sir Nicholas answered as he pointed at a direction," The Slytherin wing is that way."
"Thanks," Harry responded as he walked away. Harry then glanced behind him to see a fat ghost appear next to Sir Nicholas. He could see mouths moving before the two ghosts disappeared. Harry shrugged as he continued walking.
"(Harry)," Harry heard Tom call out.
"(Yeah)," Harry responded.
"(Didn't the Hat give you a map of Hogwarts?)" Tom asked. Harry immediately froze as he heard this. He then smacked his forehead.
"(You're not only a bastard)," Tom said," (But you're also an idiot)."
"(When did you become so insulting?)" Harry responded as he fished out the map in his pocket. He inspected the map to find the area he was looking for.
"Found it," Harry stated as he started to walk. Harry then noticed a black dot. He moved forward and was surprised to see the black dot move at the same time. Harry then moved to the right to see the dot move to the right. Harry moved in many different directions. To his amazement, the dot followed his every movement.
"So this is me," Harry muttered to himself as he started walking back to the Slytherin wing. Harry then heard someone crying. Harry then turned the corner to see a brown-haired girl his age crying. She was huddled against the wall, crying. Harry walked up to the girl.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked. The girl looked at Harry in surprise before wiping her face.
"Yeah, I'm fine," the girl answered as she looked away," Leave me alone." Harry noticed the red outline of the girl's clothes.
"She must be Gryffindor," Harry thought.
"Ae you sure?" Harry asked as he sat down next to the girl.
"Yes," the girl replied as she moved to get up," Just leave me alone." Harry watched as the girl walked away.
"(I have to keep an eye out for here)," Harry said as he stood up," (I have a feeling that she is being bullied)."
"(I agree)," Tom replied. Harry stayed silent as he walked away.
"(I think I'm going to practice my wand magic)," Harry stated as he looked at his map.
"(That's a good idea)," Tom replied as Harry walked right. He then entered an empty classroom.
"(Time to do this)," Harry stated as he took off his robe. He chucked it onto a nearby desk.
"(Remember)," Tom replied as Harry fingered the wands in his hands," (Both wands are well-adapted for all forms of magic, but they excel in magical fights. The oak wand releases magic in large bursts, making it perfect for offensive spells and short-term defensive spells. The holly wand conducts in concentrated bursts, making it well-suited for defensive spells and short-term offensive spells)."
"(Got it)," Harry responded as he pulled out his wands," (Let's go try out something out.)"
"(What would that be?)" Tom asked.
"(I want to see if I can use the Protego with both wands at the same time)," Harry answered.
"(Be careful)," Tom replied.
"(Ain't I always?)" Harry joked as he aimed his two wands in front of him.
"Protego," Harry shouted as he swiped his hands downwards. Harry felt his magic in front of him as his wands vibrated with strong energy. Then, a burst of energy launched Harry backwards, crashing through several desks.
"Owwwww," Harry groaned as he picked himself up. His wands was lying on the floor near him. Harry could feel Helga's claws imbedded into his skin while Tom was coiled tightly around his arm. Overall, Harry was in pain.
"/ What happened? /" Harry heard Helga ask.
"/ I tried to use Protego with both wands at the same time /" Harry explained as he stood up,"/ As you can see, it was not the smartest move. /" Harry felt a pain in his leg as he tried to walk.
"/ I think you have a sprain /" Helga stated. Harry nodded his head before limping his way to his wands. He bent down to pick them up with his right hand.
"(HARRY, NO)," Tom shouted just as Harry picked up the wands. A magical burst of energy launched Harry back as he crashed into a nearby wall. Harry lay dazed as Helga jumped off Harry's head while Tom slithered out of Harry's sleeve. The duo looked at each other before looking back at Harry.
"It's going to be a long day," Tom stated in a different language.
"I agree," Helga replied in the same language.
Later
Harry walked into the Grand Hall to see Neville, already seated. Harry limped over to him.
"Hey, Neville," Harry greeted.
"Hi, Harry," Neville responded as he turned his head to look at Harry," OH MY GOD."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Are you ok?" Neville asked. Harry was not looking well. Dry blood stained the right side of his face while his eft eye was starting to swell. Overall, Harry looked like crap.
"I'm fine," Harry replied as he sat down next to Neville," This is nothing compared to my previous injuries."
"I fear what you consider to be painful," Neville responded," Where did you go last night?"
"I went walking," Harry answered," What happened after I left?"
"Well, the Headmaster, Professor Potter, and Professor Black took Charles to the hospital while Professor McGonagall cotinued the Sorting," Neville answered. Harry nodded his head.
"Weren't you a little bit harsh last night?" Neville asked. Harry sighed as he realized that he realized that he was going to have the same conversation he just had with Tom earlier.
"I mean I understand your reaction to your brother," Neville clarified," But to your sister. From all the times I've interacted with her, she seemed to be very nice." Harry sighed again as he looked at Neville.
"My anger towards my sister is based on the fact that she favored my brother over me," Harry answered.
"You can't really blame her," Neville pointed out," She was influenced by parents. I bet you that she didn't even know she had another older brother until they started looking for you." Harry just looked at Neville.
"That doesn't make me feel any better," Harry pointed out.
"Sorry," Neville replied," But you know I'm right."
"Maybe," Harry replied as he pondered on Neville's words," I might have been a bit harsh on my sister. Wait a minute." Harry then turned his head to Neville.
"Are you conspiring with her?" Harry questioned. Harry noticed a coat of sweat on Neville's skin as he bored into Neville.
"Ummmmm," Neville replied," You could say I am sorta friends with her." Harry just glared at Neville.
"Did she tell you to talk to me?" Harry inquired. Neville shook his head.
"She has been with Professor Potter all night," Neville answered," I am talking to you of my own free will."
"Ok," Harry replied as he stopped glaring at Neville," But you do have a point."
"See," Neville responded.
"But," Harry interrupted," I'm not going to apologize." Neville just looked at Harry.
"Why not?" Neville asked.
"Because I was perfectly within reason," Harry answered," But I think I might give her gift sometime soon." Neville understood the meaning behind Harry's words.
"So what subjects are you taking this year?" Neville asked, changing the subject. Harry smirked, knowing that Neville understood his words.
"I don't know," Harry answered.
"I hope you're in my classes," Neville stated.
"Why?" Harry asked
"Because you're the only person, who treats me well here," Neville answered, smiling. Harry just looked at Neville as he inwardly grimaced at the Neville's words.
"I hope so too," Harry agreed," Any classes I'm in with you, I will try to help you to the best of my ability."
"Thanks," Neville replied. Suddenly, a plate of food appeared in front of both Harry and Neville.
"Looks like the house elves are done cooking," Neville stated as he pulled a plate of toast in front him. Harry turned his head to see a bowl of cereal with milk in it in front of him.
"Cool. Food," Harry responded as he ate a spoonful of his cereal.
"H-H-H-Hi," Harry heard someone stutter near him. He and Neville turned around to see Eileen standing there, clearly scared. Hate filled Harry's mind, but he managed to suppress it.
"Hi," Harry greeted," I'm guessing you're here to say hi to me." Eileen nodded her head as Harry inwardly sighed.
"Why don't you sit here next to me?" Harry suggested, surprising Eileen and Neville.
"O-O-O-Ok," Eileen stuttered as she sat down next to Harry. Harry, Neville, and Eileen didn't say a word for a while. The sound of eating was the only thing that could be heard from the trio.
"What classes are you taking?" Eileen asked.
"I don't know," Harry courtly answered," I just joined Hogwarts. I don't know what my classes are." Harry kept quiet that it was the Hat that would be choosing all the classes for him.
"Oh ok," Eileen responded. Neville felt awkward, listening into this conversation.
"So where have you been for the past three years?" Eileen asked.
"It's four," Harry answered.
"Oh," Eileen replied. Harry noticed the look of discomfort on her face. He ate his last spoonful of scream before placing his spoon on the table.
"I've been around the world," Harry answered. Eileen looked at Harry in surprise.
"How?" Eileen asked.
"Easy," Harry answered," I apparated."
"You can apparate?!' Eileen and Neville exclaimed. Harry looked at Neville in amusement.
"Yeah," Harry confirmed," How do you think I escaped the Potter mansion?" Eileen and Neville just looked at Harry in surprise.
"When were you in the Potter mansion?" Eileen asked. Harry was silent for a moment.
"I think it was several weeks ago," Harry answered," Dumbledore had just captured me."
"If you were brought back to the Potters, I thought the Daily Prophet would have reported it," Neville replied.
"I escaped the next day," Harry stated," Dumbledore tried to capture me again, but I had some few words. This set him off, so I managed to escape."
"You managed to escape Dumbledore?!" Neville and Eileen exclaimed.
"Charles has never been able to do that," Eileen stated with stars in her eyes.
"That's nice to know," Harry replied," Have you eaten anything?" Eileen nodded her head.
"I had breakfast with Mom earlier," Eileen answered. Harry nodded his head. Then, he saw the old witch walk towards them.
"Miss. Potter," the old witch called out. Eileen turned her head to see the old witch.
"Here is your timetable," the old witch stated, handing Eileen a piece of paper.
"Thanks," Eileen replied as she grabbed the piece of paper.
"Mr. Potter, the Head~," the old witch started to say as she turned her head," MERLIN'S BEARD." Harry raised an eyebrow at the old witch.
"Mr. Potter, go to the infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey," the old witch ordered.
"I'm fine," Harry replied," What were you trying to tell me?"
"Mr, Potter, I must insist," the old witch responded.
"I'm fine," Harry stated," Now, what were you trying to tell me?"
"It's true, Professor," Neville added in," Apparently, he has suffered worse injuries than these."
"I find that hard to believe," the old witch replied," But after last night's incident, I find it wise to not anger you in anyway." Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"Go to the Headmaster's office to retrieve your timetable," the old witch stated," The password is lemon drops." Harry nodded his before the old witch departed.
"Do you know where the Headmaster's office is?" Neville asked.
"Not really," Harry answered as he stood up.
"I can show you," Eileen suggested.
"Don't worry," Harry replied as he started to walk away," I got a map." Eileen and Neville watched as Harry limped away.
"(Why haven't you healed yourself?)" Tom asked.
"(I can't remember any healing spells)," Harry answered, pulling out the map.
"(You're an idiot)," Tom replied.
"(Shut up)," Harry responded as he found what he was looking for. He stuffed the map back into his pocket before limping.
"(Why don't you use Espeskey?)" Tom asked. Harry then snapped his fingers.
"(That's the spell)," Harry responded as he pulled out his black wand. He then pointed to himself.
"Espeskey," Harry said as he pointed the wand to himself. A bright green light enveloped Harry as the bruises and blood faded away. Harry then placed his wand back into its holster before stretching his arms. Pain didn't flood his nerves.
"(Thanks)," Harry said as he continued walking.
"(You're welcome)," Tom replied. Harry walked until he reached a large door with a gargoyle at the top.
"Lemon drop," Harry said. The gargoyle nodded its head before the door opened to allow Harry entry in. Harry walked into the large office. Dumbledore sat at his desk, smiling.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore greeted.
"Good morning," Harry greeted back as he walked in front of the desk.
"Have a seat," Dumbledore replied, motioning for Harry to sit.
"I'm good," Harry responded," I'm just here to get my timetable."
"I know," Dumbledore replied, losing his smile," But I wish to talk to you a bit about your stay in Hogwarts." Harry raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore's words.
"I do not believe that Slytherin will be the best house for you," Dumbledore stated.
"Why?" Harry questioned.
"Surely, you heard about the recent dark wizards, emerging from Slytherin," Dumbledore answered," A wizard of your heritage willingly choosing a house like that will cause a great uproar within the Wizarding community."
"Will it?" Harry asked. Dumbledore nodded his head.
"Then, wouldn't the dark wizards be your fault?" Harry pointed out. Dumbledore just looked at Harry. Harry inwardly smirked as he knew that he caught Dumbledore off guard.
"Surely," Harry continued," It is the Headmaster's duty to make sure his or her students are guided down the right path. If dark wizards are emerging out of your school, it would mean that you're not doing your job well." Dumbledore looked flabbergasted.
"No, will you please give me my timetable?" Harry asked. Dumbledore glared at Harry before pulling out a piece of paper. Harry took the piece of paper before walking out of the office. Harry then opened it to see what he had today.
Monday
9:00 - 10:00: History of Magic
10:00 - 12:00: Double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor
12:00 - 1:00: Lunch
1:00 - 2:00: Transfiguration with Gryffindor
2:00 - 3:00: Herbology with Hufflepuff
3:00 - 5:00: Double Charms
5:00 - 7:00: Double Ancient Runes with Ravenclaw
7:00 - 8:00: Dinner
8:00 - 10:00: Catch Up Classes with Professor Black
"What's with this useless catch up classes?" Harry muttered as he stuffed his timetable into his pocket," Must be those professors." Harry then walked back to the Grand Hall to see the red-haired boy and black-haired boy, looming over a terrified Neville. Harry growled before walking behind the two boys. He then tapped their shoulders.
"WHAT?" the two boys responded as they turned around. They paled as they saw Harry smiling at them with a glint in his eyes.
"How are you on this fine day?" Harry asked as he cracked his knuckles," I really hope that Charles is feeling better. Maybe, I should send both of you to check up on him." The two boys stumbled backwards before running away. Harry watched in satisfaction as the two boys sprinted out of the hall. Harry chuckled as he sat down next to Neville.
"Thanks," Neville muttered.
"No problem," Harry replied," Next time, just punch them right in the face." Neville looked at Harry in shock.
"It worked for me," Harry pointed out. Neville just shook his head.
"So did you get your timetable?" Neville asked. Harry nodded his head.
"I have History of Magic, Double Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Double Charms, and Double Ancient Runes," Harry answered, as he listed off the subjects on his fingers.
"I think I'm in two of your classes," Neville replied, checking his timetable.
"Yeah, you are," Harry confirmed," Along with the rest of Gryffindor. Also, I have catch up classes."
"That sucks" Neville replied, with a look of pity on his face.
"Tell me about it," Harry agreed," Do you happen to know what time it is?" Neville then looked at his watch.
"It's 8:30," Neville answered," Classes don't start for another thirty minutes."
"Ok," Harry replied," I think I will go in ten minutes."
"Why?" Neville asked.
"To find my class," Harry answered.
"Oh yeah," Neville responded," I forgot that this is your first year."
"Again?" Harry responded. Neville nodded his head. Harry just sighed.
"So who's the professors for my classes?" Harry asked.
"Professor Potter is the Professor in charge of History," Neville answered," Professor Black is the Professor in charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry then banged his head onto the table.
"Are you ok?" Neville asked.
"No," Harry answered," My first classes are with the two people I want the least interaction with. Don't forget that I have to spend catch up classes with Professor Black" Neville nodded his head in understanding.
"Professor McGonagall teaches Transfiguration," Neville continued," Professor Sprout is in charge of Herbology. Professor Flitwick teaches charms. I don't know who teaches Ancient Runes though."
"Thanks for the info," Harry replied as he stood up," I think I'm going to go to my class now." Neville nodded his head. Harry noticed the sad look on Neville's face.
"Don't worry, Neville," Harry said," Just be confident." Neville nodded his head before getting up.
"I will start heading over to my Herbology class," Neville stated.
"See ya," Harry replied as he started walking away.
"Bye," Harry heard Neville reply back. Harry then pulled out the map from his pocket. Harry tried to find where his class was, but he realized that he had no idea where it was.
"I should have asked Neville where the History class was," Harry muttered to himself. To his surprise, a building on the map started to glow brightly.
"This must be the class," Harry thought as he stuffed the map back into his pocket. He quickly walked to a corridor to see a Draco and other Slytherins, standing outside the door.
"Yo," Harry greeted.
"Good morning, Potter," Draco greeted," Where were you this morning?"
"I was walking," Harry answered," So we have History."
"Yes," Draco replied," With the mudblood." Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco's words.
"If you say so," Harry responded. Then, he heard the door open. He turned his head to see his mother, standing at the doorway.
"Welcome," Professor Potter greeted," Before you enter, I would like you to hand in your essays." Harry saw the Slytherins line up in front of Professor Potter. Harry just walked in front of her. Professor Potter looked at Harry with wide eyes. Harry could see the yearning in her eyes, but he knew that her professionalism prevented her from doing anything. Harry smirked inward at this.
"Since I'm new, may I go in to take a seat?" Harry asked. Professor Potter nodded her head, letting Harry enter the classroom. Harry noted that the classroom was similar to a lecture hall. Harry moved to the top corner of the room, knowing that he would be just out of view of Professor Potter during her lectures. Soon, the seats were filled with his peers. To Harry's curiosity, Draco sat down next to him. Professor Potter then shut the door before walking to the middle of the class.
"Today, we are going to start the rise of Gellart Grindelwald," Professor Potter stated," Can anyone tell me what Grindelwald is most famous for?" No one raised their hand in the room. Harry noticed Professor Potter's irritated look on her face.
"If no one is able to provide me with an answer," Professor Potter responded," I will assign you extra homework since you should have learnt this last year from your lessons about the most influential figures in Wizarding history." Harry smirked as he saw several Slytherins raise their hands.
"Yes, Blaise," Professor Potter chose, pointing to a black-haired boy.
"Grindelwald was a powerful dark wizard," the boy answered," He established a power base in his fortress Nurmengard. He collected a loyal following similar to You-Know-Who. At the height of his power, he was considered to be unbeatable. It was then that Grindelwald was defeated by Albus Dumbledore. He is now imprisoned in an unknown prison."
"Good," Professor Potter responded, nodding her head," Now, we will discuss how Grindelwald came to power." Harry then just vaguely paid attention as Professor Potter began her lecture about the rise of Grindelwald. At the end of the period, Harry was half-asleep.
"For homework, I would you like to research the exploits of Grindelwald," Professor Potter ordered as she closed her book," I will be quizzing you tomorrow about it." Harry heard the Slytherins groan.
"Harry, I also expect an essay on the most influential wizards in Wizarding history by Wednesday," Professor Potter stated. Harry nodded his head.
"That is all," Professor Potter said," You may go to your next class." Everyone stood up as they packed their satchels. Draco looked at Harry.
"I pity you, Potter," Draco stated as the Slytherins walked out of the class.
"You shouldn't," Harry replied," I can handle it."
"I doubt it," Draco responded. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Watch me," Harry said," So where's the Defense against the Dark Arts class?"
"Yes with the idiots and the blood traitor," Draco replied, with a scowl. Harry nodded his head just as the Slytherins arrived at a door.
"So what have you been learning?" Harry asked.
"I think this year we are going to start learning more offensive spells," Draco answered," For the past three years, we have just been studying theory and some minor spells." Harry nodded his head. Then, he heard footsteps. He turned around to see the Gryffindors aproaching them. Draco then stepped forward to meet up with the Gryffindors. Harry saw Charles walk up in front of Draco. The two glared at each other. Their two bodyguards stood behind them. Harry noticed that the Slytherins and Gryffindors were giving each other evil glares. Harry then spotted Neville at the back of the group. To his anger, he saw that Neville's left eye was turning black. Harry then walked to Neville. All of the Slytherins and Gryffindors watched him.
"Yo," Harry greeted," You ok?" Harry noticed Neville's eyes move before nodding his head.
I'm fine," Neville answered," I just hurt myself during Herbology." Harry looked out of the corner of his eye to see Charles and his goons smirking. Harry decided not to do anything at the moment.
"If you say so," Harry replied.
"Potter," Harry heard. He turned around to see an angry face of Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing conversing with a Gryffindor?" Draco demanded to know.
"He's a friend," Harry answered," I am allowed to hang out with my friends."
"But he's a Gryffindor," Draco replied," Plus, he has as much magic as a squib." Harry raised an eyebrow at Neville's comment while Neville looked down, dejected. Harry noticed that no one moved to help Neville.
"I don't care," Harry replied, earning shocked looks from everyone," I don't plan on staying here for that long." Everyone just looked at him in surprise.
"So I plan on hanging out with anyone I want," Harry announced," If anyone has a problem, take it up with me." Harry then grinned as he cracked his knuckles. He smiled as everyone looked at him in fear.
"That was a nice announcement, Harry," everyone heard. They turned their heads to see a black-haired man at the doorway, smiling.
"I think you would have made a wonderful Gryffindor," the man known as Professor Black stated.
"As if I want to be an idiot Gryffindor," Harry sneered. All of the Gryffindors except for Neville glared at Harry while the Slytherins' smirked at Harry's words. Professor Black just sighed.
"Class is starting," Professor Black stated," Come in." Harry and Neville quickly entered the classroom before sitting at a back desk. Slytherins and Gryffindors pushed each other away as they relied to enter the classroom. Soon, everyone was seated and Professor Black stood at the front of the class.
"Good morning class," Professor Black said.
"Good morning," the entire class drawled out.
"As promised, this year will be more focused on dueling," Professor Black stated. Harry noticed smiles on everyone's faces.
"Did anyone research any dueling spells?" Professor Black asked. To no one's surprise, Charles and his two goons along with Draco and his two goons raised their hands. Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw the brown-haired girl from earlier raise he hand.
"It's the loser bookworm," Harry heard a Gryffindor girl whisper.
"Then, would you please demonstrate to us in a mock duel?" Professor asked. The people who raised their hands stood up and walked to the front of the room. Harry then turned his head to Neville.
"What is dueling?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"Dueling is way of battle in the the Wizarding world," Neville answered," However, there are many types of dueling."
"What type of dueling are you guys learning?" Harry asked.
"Formal dueling," Neville answered.
"You mean like with rules and stuff?" Harry questioned. Neville nodded his head.
"That sounds stupid," Harry replied.
"No talking in class," Harry and Neville heard. They turned their heads to see Professor Black and the rest of the class looking at them.
"We were merely talking about dueling," Harry explained.
"Is that so?" Professor Black replied," Then, maybe you would learn better from hands-on experience." Harry noticed the scared look on Neville's face at Professor Black's suggestion.
"Sure," Harry replied as he stood up. Neville looked at him in surprise.
"I was the one, who started the conversation," Harry stated," I will take the punishment."
"That may be so," Professor Black replied," But Neville knew the rules. He must come up." Neville sighed before making a move to get up.
"No," Harry replied," I will fight Neville's duels." Everyone looked at Harry in shock at this proclamation.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Professor Black responded," Neville must face his punishment."
"So, should I punish you?" Harry asked, glaring at Professor Black. Professor Black looked at Harry in surprise.
"Are you ok with Harry taking over your position in the duels, Neville?" Professor Black asked. Neville opened his mouth before seeing Harry's smile. Neville didn't know why, but he felt reassured by the smile.
"Yes," Neville answered," If Harry wants to, he can take my place in the duels?" Professor Black nodded his head in response as Harry walked to the front. Harry heard both Draco and Charles laughing at Neville. Harry frowned before watching Professor Black flick his wand. The front of the room expanded. He then flicked his wand again. A purple platform appeared in the middle of the front of the room.
"The first match will be Harry Potter against Hermione Granger," Professor Black announced. Harry and the brown-haired girl walked up onto the platform. Harry smiled at the brown-haired girl.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked. The girl known as Hermione just looked at Harry before pulling out her wand. Harry sighed as he decided to use his black wand. Then, he felt a tingle in his right hand. Harry ignored the tingle and grabbed his black wand. A sharp pain coursed through his right arm. He kept on a passive face as he moved his left hand away. Harry growled as he grabbed his white wand and pulled it out. A burst of magic flooded the room. Everyone just looked at Harry while Harry glared at his wand. Professor Black was the first to recover.
"Ok," Professor Black," Are both participants ready?" Harry and Hermione nodded their heads in response.
"Then, bow," Professor Black stated. Harry just looked confused while Hermione placed her wand in front of her face. Harry quickly copied her. Then, the two bowed towards each other.
"Now walk away from each other," Professor Black instructed," When, I shout begin you will duel. Remember only magical spells." Harry and Hermione nodded their head before they started to walk away from each other. Harry fingered his white wand as he sifted through the spells he could use.
"BEGIN," Professor Black shouted, just as Harry nears reached the end of the platform. Immediately, Harry whipped around.
"Immobulus," Harry exclaimed, flicking his wand. A bright white light flew towards Hermione.
"Protego," Hermione shouted, swiping her wand upward. A invisible barrier deflected Harry's white spell.
"Stupefy," Hermione followed up as a red spell flew from her wand.
"So, she knows Protego," Harry thought as he sidestepped to dodge the red spell," And Stupefy. Not bad." Harry then aimed his wand at Hermione before closing his eyes.
"Lumos Maximus," Harry shouted as a bright light shone from his wand. Harry then cut off his maigc and opened his eyes to see Hermione momentarily stunned.
"Immobulus," Harry said, flicking his wand. The white spell hit Hermione square on the chest. She immediately stood frozen. Harry then walked up to the frozen Hermione.
"I win," Harry stated as he tapped Hermione's forehead. He then turned his head to see everyone looking at him, surprised.
"Harry Potter is the winner of the first dueling match," Professor Black announced as he flicked his wand towards Hermione. Hermione then quietly got off the stage before sitting at her desk. Harry jumped off the platform before walking to the group of duelers.
"That was impressive," Professor Black stated as Harry walked up to them," I didn't expect you to beat one of our most promising witches." Harry stayed silent as he stood away from the duelers. Harry then heard Charles scoff.
"So what if he beat the muggle," Charles stated.
"Charles," Professor Black reprimanded him. Harry just ignored him, knowing it will irk Charles. This set Charles off.
"I demand to duel my so-called brother," Charles demanded. Professor Black looked at Harry.
"Wait until he is your opponent," Professor Black replied," Your opponent is Gregory Goyle." Charles scowled while Harry smirked, irritating Charles even further.
"The next match will be Charles Potter against Gregory Goyle," Professor Black announced. Charles and one of Draco's goons walked up onto the stage. Harry watched as the two bowed.
"Now you will walk away from each other," Professor Black instructed," When I shout begin, you will duel." The two boys nodded their heads before turning around. They walked away from each other.
"BEGIN," Professor Black shouted. Charles and the boy known as Goyle whipped around.
"STUPEFY," the two boys shouted. The red spells flew out of their wands before ricocheting off each other. One stupefy dissipated as it crashed into wall. Another flew starught towards Harry. Harry glared at the spell before waving his wand. The spell instantly disappeared to the surprise of Professor Black. Harry noticed the look of surprise, but chose to ignore it.
"Tarantallegra," Charles shouted, flicking his wand. A yellow spell hit Goyle square on the chest. Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement as Goyle started to dance.
"Experlliamus," Charles finished before a red spell hit Goyle. Goyle's wand flew towards Charles' hand. Charles grabbed it.
"Charles Potter is the winner," Professor Black stated. Charles chucked Goyle's wand. It landed right next to Goyle's feet, forcing Goyle to bend down to pick it up. The Gryffindors cheered while the Slytherins glared at a sneering Charles as he walked off the stage. Goyle walked off the stage to his desk.
"Charles is actually pretty good at dueling," Harry thought to himself," I can't deny that."
"Next is Ron Weasley against Vincent Crabbe," Professor Black announced.
An hour later
For the past hour, the amateur dueling challenge continued. Harry had just finished his total annihilation of Charlie's red-haired goon, Ron Weasley. Harry walked off the stage with everyone's shocked faces staring at him. Charles glared at Harry.
"The second semi-final is Charles Potter against Draco Malfoy," Professor Black announced. Charles and Draco walked up onto the platform. The two boys bowed towards each other.
"Are you ready?" Professor Black asked. The two boys nodded their heads.
"You know what to do," Professor Black stated. The two boys then turned around before walking away. It was quiet in the room as the two unofficial heads of their houses were about to duel.
"BEGIN," Professor Black shouted. Instantly, the two boys whipped around.
"Stupefy," Charles shouted, flicking his wand.
"Incendio," Draco shouted, flicking his wand. A red spell flew towards Draco while a ring of fire surrounded Charles. Draco just barely dodged the red spell.
"Aqua Erecto," Charles exclaimed before a burst of water erupted from his wand, dousing the ring of fire around him.
"Orbis," Draco shouted as a brown spell flew towards Charles.
"Protego," Charles responded, swiping his wand downward. The brown spell blasted Charles back a bit.
"Flipendo," Charles followed up before a white spell flew towards Draco. The white spell hit Draco square in the chest, flipping him backwards. Draco quickly picked himself up before aiming his wand at Charles.
"Colloshoo," Draco shouted. A red spell hit Charles square on the chest. Charles tried to move his feet, but his shoes were stuck to the ground. Charles glared at Draco.
"Stupefy," Draco shouted, flicking his wand. A red spell flew towards Charles.
"Protego," Charles responded, swiping his wand downwards. The red spell disappeared as it came in contact with Charles' shield.
"Experlliamus," Draco shouted. Another red spell flew out Draco's wand.
"Protego," Charles shouted, swiping his wand downward again. Time and time again, Draco would fire spell after spell at Charles. Charles would barely be able to defend himself from the onslaught of spells.
"Locomotor Wibbly," Charles shouted in a last ditch effort. Surprising Draco, the yellow spell hit Draco. Draco's legs then gave up, making Draco collapse onto the ground and drop his wand. Charles saw his opportunity and aimed his wand at Draco's wand.
"Accio Draco's wand," Charles exclaimed. Draco's wand then flew towards Charles. Charles snatched it before holding high above his head.
"Charles Potter is the winner," Professor Potter announced. The Gryffindors cheered while the Slytherins groaned. Professor Black waved his wand.
"Seems like the Malfoy aren't that great," Charles sneered as he chucked Draco's wand back. Draco picked himself up before his wand landed right at his feet. He glared at a sneering Charles before picking up his wand. Draco then walked off the platform. As he passed Harry, he leaned in to speak to him.
"I don't care who you hang out with. Make sure you beat him," Draco whispered," In the name of Slytherin." Harry nodded his head as he walked up onto the platform. Harry glared at Charles as he stood on the platform.
"Hello, brother," Charles sneered," I'm going to be glad to make you pay for what you have done to me." Harry just looked at Charles with an indifferent look on his face.
"To determine the winner of the first dueling competition," Professor Black announced," It is Harry Potter versus Charles Potter." Everyone watched in anticipation as Harry and Charles bowed towards each other.
"When I say begin, you will duel," Professor Black instructed again," Are you boys ready?" They nodded their heads before turning around. Harry gripped his wand tightly as he knew his first step. The two Potter walked away from each other.
"BEGIN," Professor Black shouted. Charles whipped around, aiming his wand at Harry.
"Expu~," Charles was about to exclaim.
"Reducto," Harry whispered, aiming his wand to the wall. A bright white spell erupted out of Harry's wand. The wall of the room exploded on contact with the spell, creating a massive hole in the wall. Everyone looked at Harry in shock. Charles stood frozen in fear as Harry aimed his wand towards him.
"I was going easy," Harry stated, shocking everyone even further," I can easily wipe the floor with each of you if I wanted to." Everyone's look of shock became looks of disbelief.
"Don't believe me?" Harry responded," Then, watch what I do to your so-called Boy-Who-Lived." Charles stumbled back as Harry started to walk towards Charles.
"C-C-Confringo," Charles exclaimed as a blue spell flew out of Charles' wand.
"NO," Professor Black shouted, brandishing his wand. To his surprise, Harry swiped his wand and the spell disappeared. Harry then loomed over a terrified Charles before pointing his wand at Charles' head.
"Silencio," Harry said before walking away to everyone's surprise. Charles looked astonished before turning red in anger. He quickly got up before aiming his wand at Harry's back. To his surprise, no words came out of his mouth. Harry turned his head.
"You can't create spells without the words," Harry stated, smirked. Everyone was silent for a moment from shock.
"Harry Potter," Professor Black said, being the first to recover," Is the winner of the first class dueling competition." The Slytherins started to cheer while the Gryffindors glared at Harry. Harry walked off the platform, sheathing his wand. Professor Black waved his wand at Charles. Charles glared at Harry as he walked off the platform. With a wave of his wand, Professor Black made the platform disappear before returning the room to its original state. He then turned his head to a sitting Harry.
"Well done, Harry," Professor Black stated," Despite your late start, you managed to beat our most talented students." Harry nodded his head in acknowledgement. He noticed the looks of awe from some of the students and looks of jealously from the others.
"This is what a formal dueling competition is like," Professor Black announced," We will be holding class competitions every Monday. Whichever house wins the most by the end of the year will earn a total of two hundred house points." Everyone looked between each other at this announcement.
"Now, let us start our main topic of the year," Professor Black stated before turning around," Hexes." Harry watched as Professor Black started to write stuff on the board. Everyone took out their theory books. Harry just leaned back in his chair as he listened to Professor Black talk about the functions of Hexes. After forty minutes, it was twelve o'clock.
"That concludes today's lesson," Professor Black stated. Everyone started to pack their things.
"For homework, I want you to study what classifies a spell as a hex," Professor Black ordered. Everyone groaned, but nodded their heads in understanding.
"Good," Professor Black replied before looking at Harry," Harry, I wish to speak to you." Harry raised an eyebrow while Neville looked at Harry, worried.
"Don't worry," Harry replied as he stood up," I'm half-sure I did nothing wrong."
"Well, I will see you at lunch," Neville responded as he stood up. Harry nodded his head as he walked to Professor Black while everyone else left the room.
"You wished to speak to me?" Harry said, standing right in front of Professor Black.
"Yes," Professor Black replied," Do you know about the catch up classes you have with me?"
"Yes," Harry answered.
"Ok," Professor Black responded," I wish to tell you that your classes will be here."
"Is that all?" Harry asked. Harry could see that the man wanted to say more, but nothing was said.
"That is all," Professor Black answered," You may go." Harry nodded his head before he walked away. He quickly walked to the Grand Hall and plopped down next to Neville.
"What did Professor Black want to talk to you about?" Neville asked.
"Just where my catch up classes are," Harry answered as a ham sandwich appeared in front of him," Seriously, this is what I want for lunch?"
"Looks like it," Neville replied.
"I wasn't asking for your opinion," Harry deadpanned before picking up the sandwich.
"You asked," Neville pointed out.
"Whatever," Harry replied as he bit into his sandwich.
"How are you so skilled at dueling?" Neville asked. Harry shrugged as he chewed.
"I've been in many fights my friend," Harry answered after he swallowed," Dueling is no different."
"But all the spells you know are like fifth level stuff," Neville pointed out. Harry shrugged.
"It helps that I know some spells," Harry replied before taking another bite of his sandwich. A plate of food appeared in front of Neville.
"Um, hi," Harry heard a familiar voice say. He turned around to see Eileen standing there.
"Sup, Harry greeted," Come to talk to me again?" Eileen nodded her head.
"Come and sit then," Harry responded, motioning for her to sit. Eileen nodded her head and sat down next to Harry.
"So what would you like to talk to me about?" Harry asked before taking a bite of his sandwich. Eileen was silent for a moment.
"Did you really beat Charles in a duel?" Eileen asked. Harry nodded his head.
"How?" Eileen questioned," No one has ever been able to beat Charles in a duel."
"That's because he's been trained," Harry answered. Eileen nodded her head in agreement.
"But you have no experience in dueling," Eileen pointed out.
"That may be true," Harry agreed," But experience trumps practice in almost anything."
"What do you mean?" Eileen asked.
"I'm saying that I've been in more fights than you can count," Harry answered.
"Yeah right," Harry, Neville, and Eileen heard. They turned their heads to see Charles, Ron, and third member, Dean, standing.
"I doubt an attention seeker like you have been in any fights," Charles continued," You were just lucky that's all."
"Says the one who was 'No, don't hurt me'," Harry responded, in a scared voice. Neville and Eileen had to cover their mouths from laughing while Charles and his goons glared at Harry.
"I demand a rematch," Charles stated.
"No," Harry replied, looking away.
"Why? Too scared?" Charles taunted.
"No," Harry responded as he turned his head back to Charles," You're just pathetically weak." Everyone around the area froze at Harry's word. Charles' face turned red in rage as he glared at Harry with clenched fists. Harry looked away. Charles then moved to punch Charles.
"NO," Eileen shouted. Harry turned his head just as Charles punchied him right in the face. Charles smirked as he felt his fist connect and blood stain his hand. It then turned into one of shock as Harry looked unfazed at the punch.
"Is that all?" Harry asked, pushing away Charles' hand. Harry then got off his seat, standing over Charles.
"I stand corrected," Harry said," You're weak." Harry just glared at Charles before walking away. Neville quickly ate the rest of his food before getting up to follow Harry. Eileen then stared at Charles.
"YOU IDIOT," Eileen shouted," I JUST MANAGED TO TALK WITH MY BROTHER AND YOU HAD THE GALL TO GO RUIN IT." Charles glared at his younger sister.
"Why would you want to interact with a failure like him?" Charles growled before walking away with his goons. Meanwhile, Harry and Neville were walking through the halls of Hogwarts.
"Are you ok?" Neville asked. Harry wiped the blood off his face.
"Yeah," Harry answered," I told Charles is weak. Both physically and magically. If anything you're stronger than him." Neville looked at Harry in surprise.
"You must be joking," Neville responded. Harry shook his head.
"You are more powerful than you think," Harry stated. Neville opened his mouth to respond.
"How are you, Loony?" Harry and Neville heard around the corner. They peeked their heads through the corner to see a group of fifteen year old girl surrounding a white-haired girl. They saw one of the older girls push the younger girl onto the ground. Neville moved to help, but Harry stopped him.
"What are you doing?" Neville whispered.
"I know," Harry whispered back," But we need to see why they did that or else you could get a detention." Neville glared at Harry, but stayed still. The younger girl was crying as one of the older girls kicked her stomach.
"Are your imaginary creatures still here?" one of the older girls sneered.
"Yeah, Loony," another girl added in," Are they around us now?" The girls then kicked the younger girl. Harry hissed at this sight. He looked at Neville, who nodded his head. The two of them walked to the group of girls. Harry then tapped the girl's, who kicked the younger girl, shoulder. The girl turned around just before Harry's fist connected with her face. Everyone including Neville looked at Harry in shock as the girl stumbled back, blood running down her face. Harry then glared at the other girls.
"Y-Y-Y-You punched a girl," one of the girls pointed out.
"I see no problem with that," Harry grinned, scaring everyone," Especially since all of you were bullying this young girl." The older girls' eyes widened as they realized what was going to happen.
"You will pay for this," one of the girls exclaimed as the started to run away. Harry then looked at the girl he had punched.
"Leave," Harry hissed, making the girl jump up in fear before running away. Nevill just looked at Harry with wide eyes. Harry then moved towards the crying girl.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked. The young girl looked at Harry with wide eyes.
"Yes," the girl answered in a dreamy voice. Harry nodded his head before extending his hand to help the girl up. The girl got up as Neville walked next to them.
"What's your name?" Neville asked.
"Luna Lovegood," the girl answered. Harry noticed that Neville was slight put off by the girl known as Luna's dreamlike tone.
"That's a nice name," Harry commented.
"Thanks," Luna replied," I must thank you for saving me."
"No problem," Harry responded.
"I fear that I am missing lunch," Luna stated as she walked away," Goodbye, Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom." Harry and Neville looked at Luna in surprise.
"Bye," they both responded as Luna walked away. Harry then looked at Neville.
"Does this happen often in Hogwarts?' Harry asked. Neville stayed silent.
"Yes," Neville answered. Harry frowned at this statement.
"Why doesn't the Professors do anything about it?" Harry asked.
"Because all of the bullies have connections," Neville answered. Harry's frown turned into a grimace at Neville's words.
"You do know you're in deep trouble?," Neville asked.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because the girl you punched is the girlfriend of the heir to one of the most influential wizarding families," Neville answered," I won't be surprised if you get expelled." Harry smirked.
"If I get expelled, then I will just go missing again," Harry stated before walking away," Let's go. I want to walk around the castle." Neville just looked at Harry before walking with him.
At Catch Up Classes
The rest of the day passed very quickly for Harry. Transfiguration was difficult for Harry as he had absolutely no expereicne with that branch of magic. Harry breezed through Herbology and Charms as he had outside experience with both subjects. Harry found Ancient Runes to be quite interesting and he didn't miss too much as the majority of the class had just joined like him. Dinner passed very quickly for Harry as he ate with Neville. Eileen joined them later. He still harbored dark feelings towards her, but he knew he should tolerate her until he knew her better. Now, Harry sat in in his Catch Up Classes with Professor Black. The two were sitting at opposite ends of a table, staring at each other.
"So," Professor Black started," Is there anything that you need to learn?" Harry stayed silent as he started to rock on his chair. The room stayed silent for a moment.
"So I heard that you punched a girl earlier today," Professor Black tried again. Harry continued to rock his chair in silence.
"I won't be surprised if Professor Dumbledore will wish to speak to you tomorrow," Professor Black continued," You did punch a girl for no reason." Harry then stopped rocking his chair. He slowly rested his chair legs on the floor before staring at Professor Black.
"She and her friends were beating a young girl," Harry stated," She got what she deserved." Professor Black looked at Harry in surprise. Harry smirked before rocking his chair again. The room was silent once again. The rocking of Harry's chair was the only sound reverberating across the room.
"Is there anything you need to learn?" Professor Black asked again. Harry just ignored him once again. Harry then stopped rocking his chair once again.
"Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked. Professor Black looked at Harry in surprise.
"Sure," Professor Black answered. Harry's glee slightly unnerved Professor Black.
"What's the point of me being here?" Harry asked.
"Because you need to catch up on all the stuff you missed for the past three years," Professor Black answered. Harry raised an eyebrow at his answer.
"What do you think?" Harry questioned," I don't want Dumbledore's answer. I want yours." Professor Black just looked at Harry before leaning onto the table.
"Honestly, I don't see any reason for you to be here," Professor Black stated. Harry just looked at Professor Black, but motioned for him to continue.
"At first, I thought it was necessary since I believed that you had absolutely no magical knowledge," Professor Black continued," Now, I think otherwise."
"Is that so?" Harry questioned. Professor Black nodded his head.
"From my experience and the other professor's, we could classify you as a prodigy," Professor Black stated. Harry raised an eyebrow at Professor Black's statement.
"Why would you say that?" Harry asked.
"Mainly, you managed to master Third Year Transfiguration in one lesson with absolute no experience," Professor Black answered.
"is that all?" Harry questioned," It sounds like you only use Transfiguration to grade people."
"Also, you won a dueling competition in one go," Professor Black continued," You possess extensive knowledge on Charms and Herbology. You seem to be a natural at Ancient Runes."
"What about the other subjects?" Harry asked.
"We shall see," Professor Black answered. The two of them were silent again.
"So why are you here then?" Harry asked," You could have easily cancelled the class."
"I can't," Professor Black answered," Dumbledore wants you to partake in these classes." Harry nodded his head.
"It seems like he wants to try and find out more about me with someone close to the Potter family," Harry replied. Professor Black nodded his head in agreement.
"It sounds like Dumbledore," Professor Black agreed.
"Then, why are you here?" Harry asked," I would expect my mother to be in charge of this class."
"She was supposed to be," Professor Black answered," But after your escape several weeks ago, Dumbledore wanted to change the professor into someone closer to the Potters, but had some form of relationship with you."
"And I'm getting you're the only choice," Harry responded. Professor Black nodded his head.
"Also, I wanted to see what type of person you were," Professor Black stated. Harry raised an eyebrow again.
"Why did you want to know what type of person I am?" Harry asked," You never cared when I was younger." Professor Black looked by hurt by Harry's words, but both of them knew that Harry was right.
"I'm sorry," Professor Black said. Harry just looked at Professor Black.
"It's too late to say that," Harry replied.
"You have to understand," Professor Black responded. Harry clenched his fists in anger as he knew the words that were going to come out.
"He was the Chosen One," Professor Black said. Harry then stood up abruptly.
"I DON'T CARE IF HE IS THE F $KING GOD OF MAGIC. I WAS YOUR GODSON TOO," Harry shouted," OR WAS I CONSIDERED TOO MUCH OF A FAILURE TO PAY ATTENTION TOO." Professor Black was shocked at Harry's outburst. He didn't notice that Harry's eyes had turned snak-like.
"NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT," Harry shouted," I AM NEVER COMING BACK." Harry then turned around and kicked his chair away. He turned his head to see a saddened Professor Black.
"I am here for something," Harry said," Once I get it, you will never see me again." Harry then walked to the door and opened it.
"That's a promise," Harry stated as he walked out of the room. Harry walked through the halls. His eyes returned to normal.
"(That was interesting)," Tom stated.
"(Not really)," Harry replied.
"/ What are you boys talking about? /" Helga asked.
"/ Nothing /" Harry answered,"/ I just left my class. /'
"/ Which class is that?/" Helga asked.
"/ Catch Up /" Harry answered. "/ Ahhhhh. /"
"(Is she awake?)" Tom asked.
"(Yeah)," Harry answered.
"(Good)," Tom replied," (I'm going to sleep then)."
"(Ok)," Harry responded," (Good night)."
"(Good night)," Tom said. Harry felt Tom tighten around his left arm.
"/ Is he asleep? /" Helga asked.
"/ Yeah /" Harry answered. Then, Harry heard a strange noise across the corridor. Harry moved to investigate. He found a bunch of Slytherins beating up a young Gryffindor boy.
"Take this, you stupid mud blood," Harry heard. Harry growled as his eyes turned badger-like.
"OI," Harry shouted. All of the Slytherins turned around to look at Harry. Harry could see that the Slytherins were fifth years.
"What do you want?" one of the Slytherins questioned. Harry walked up to the Slytherin. The two stared each other down. Harry then socked him right in the face. Like any wizard, the Slytherin yelled out in pain as he collapsed onto the floor, cradling his broken nose. Harry then turned his head to see the rest of the Slytherins pointed their wands at him.
"I know you," another said," You're Harry Potter!" All of the remaining Slytherins looked at Harry in surprise.
"Why are you helping a filthy mudblood?" another questioned," You're a Slytherin." Harry looked at all of them.
"You disgust me," Harry growled before he disappeared.
"Where is he?" one of the Slytherins exclaimed. They Slytherin whipped around. Harry's fist then connected with the Slytherin. The Slytherin collapsed onto the ground, unconscious. The remaining Slytherins looked at Harry in fear. Harry's green badger-like eyes were the last things they saw that night. One by one, Harry knocked every single Slytherin until he held one by the collar.
"You will regret this," the Slytherin weakly said.
"Maybe," Harry growled," But I don't care." Harry then head butted the Slytherin, making him crumple in his hand. Harry then dropped the Slytherin onto the floor. Harry quickly walked to the beaten boy.
"/ Use Espeskey /" Helga stated.
"/ Got it /" Harry replied as he pulled out his black wand. Harry then pointed his wand at the boy.
"Espeskey," Harry said before a light green light enveloped the boy. The boy's bruises faded away.
"/ He's not waking up /" Harry muttered.
"/ He must have some broken bones /" Helga suggested.
"/ Probably /" Harry replied,"/ I guess I have to take him to that Madam Pomfrey./"
"/ Do you know where she is?/" Helga asked. Harry quickly fished out his map.
"Lumos," Harry said before a birhgt light illuminated the hall. He quickly scanned the map before finding what he's looking for.
"/ Found it /" Harry stated as he stuffed his map back into his pocket. The light disappeared from his wand as he sheathed it. Harry then gingerly picked up the boy. Harry then ran through the halls, carrying the boy. He made sure to be careful not to damage the boy. He quickly reached the infirmary. He kicked open the doors.
"HELLO," Harry shouted. A witch quickly ran over to Harry.
"Quiet," the witch scolded," There are other pa~" She noticed the boy in Harry's arms.
"What happened?" the witch asked.
"Slytherins," Harry answered.
"Again?" the witch sighed before motioning for Harry to follow her. Harry followed the old witch to an empty medical bed.
"Set him here," the witch ordered. Harry quickly lay the boy onto the bed.
"Is this common?" Harry asked.
"Look everywhere," the witch answered as she brought a stool next to the boy," Most of the children here are victims." Harry grimaced as his still badger-like eyes started to turn snake-like.
"This boy didn't seem to have much bruises," the witch stated," Did you do anything about that?"
"Yeah," Harry answered," I used Espeskey on him."
"That's good," the witch replied," Now, leave. I have to work to do."
"Ok," Harry responded," Am I allowed to come back later?"
"Yes," the witch answered," It's good to a student in this school help their fellow classmates." Harry nodded his head before walking away. He left the infirmary. He walked down the hall before stopping. He then punched the wall with all his might.
"I've only been here a day and I already hate the place," Harry growled as he continued to punch the wall.
"I take it you saw something that you didn't like," a voice said. Harry turned his head to see the Sorting Hat.
"I'm guessing you found me," Harry replied as he stopped punching the wall," Is Hogwarts this filled with bullies?" The Sorting Hat nodded his head. Harry frowned at this answer.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Wizarding beliefs," the Sorting Hat answered," Purebloods believe that mudbloods don't belong here. Slytherins and Gryffiddors are at odds with each other. Students shun the strange. This is that state Hogwarts is in."
"And the professors let this happen?!" Harry exclaimed. The Sorting Hat nodded his head.
"Each professor is biased," the Sorting Hat explained," I think the only teachers who are impartial are Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick." Harry growled before punching the wall one last time.
"If I see anyone bullying another, they will learn what's it like being a victim," Harry swore. The Sorting Hat just looked at Harry.
"If you say so," the Sorting Hat replied," Follow me. It's time for your first lesson" Harry nodded his head before following the Hat. Behind him, four ghostly figures appeared.
"He is the one," one of the ghosts stated.
"Yes, he is," the other three agreed.
"But his hatred towards his family will prevent him from achieving his true potential," one of the ghosts pointed out.
"He will forgive his sister."
"I agree. Hopefully, she will help him forgive the sins of his parents."
"I don't think so. He will still hold contempt in his heart."
"We can just hope that he won't hold a grudge towards Gryffindor because of his family."
"Though by the looks of things, he won't."
"He will overcome. He has always done so."
"He will be the ones to unite the houses."
"Unless he leaves before he does so." The other ghosts nodded her head before disappearing. Harry turned his head to look behind him.
"Strange," Harry muttered to himself," I swear that I sensed strong magical presence behind me." Harry's gaze lingered behind him before looking forward again.