The children's first lesson was Transfiguration. Harry and Neville sat next to each other and Hermione and Ginny sat on the desk in front of theirs. Professor McGonagle handed out some matchsticks and instructed them to turn them into needles. Harry tapped his wand against the matchstick and muttered the necessary incantation. His matchstick sharpened itself to a point, but was still, without question, a matchstick. After several more attempts, there was a needle on the desk in front of him. Neville glanced at his needle,
"how did you do that?" he said, Harry frowned,
"try picturing the needle whilst saying the incantation." Neville leaned over his matchstick and scrunched up his face in concentration, he said the spell and, much to his delight, he was greeted by the sight of a glittering metal needle. Hermione turned and grinned at them, holding out her perfect needle. Ginny was looking at her own needle in awe.
"I made that..." she murmured,
"pretty cool, right?" said Harry. the girl only nodded in response. When class ended, the four awestruck children left the classroom, each with 10 points for completing the task.
The children's next lesson was Defense Against The Dark Arts. It didn't take any of the students long to figure out that the lesson was a complete joke. They shared their lesson with the Gryfindors, who talked and joked amongst themselves. Harry, Neville, Ginny and Hermione shared a table, Harry pulled out his Defense Against The Dark Arts, and the four children were leaning over it. They were content until,
"Oiy! Ginny! Weasley!" Ginny rolled her eyes. before turning,
"What Damian?" she said, looking irritated, the boy smoothed a hand against his hair, before confidently saying,
"Come sit with the Gryfindors, you don't have to stick with those loosers." Ginny narrowed her eyes,
"these 'loosers' are my friends. Potter." the boy seemed unperturbed,
"Just look at them Ginny." he insisted, "The one no one wanted," he nodded at Harry, who's fists clenched, Hermione and Neville glanced at him curiously, "The one with books for friends." he gestured to Hermione, "and the one who's practically a squib." that did it, the four were on their feet.
"Damian." said Harry, "you're right." his friends looked at him in surprise, "my parent's didn't want me." he sat on his table casually, "But remember this, If, by some twist of fate, I'd defeated Voldemort instead of you that night, you would be the unwanted one. Personally, I am eternally grateful to the Dark Lord, because if he'd turned his wand on me first, I would have ended up just like you." he paused, "Now, as for Hermione, she likes to read, and you mock her now, but just think, who's going to be the boss of who when your older? And last, but by no means, Neville is ten times as powerful as you, and I can promise you now, that if it wasn't for the fact that you've had 'special training' any one of us could take you in a duel and win. In fact, even with your special training, we're highly likely to win."
"I wasn't talking to you Potter." spat Damian angrily, before returning his gaze to Ginny, "what do you say Ginny." he said, emphasizing her name. Ginny looked at him incredulously. Before shaking her head, like he was a very stupid person.
"What he said." she said, nodding at Harry, "idiot." she muttered under her breath before going and sitting down with her friends.