The children's next lesson was Charms, Lily Potter stood at the front of the class. To Harry's immense relief, she acted Professional and didn't try to talk to him more then she would any other pupil. Although her eyes occasionally sought out his, an act which never failed to get him glaring. Harry sat between Neville and Ginny up in the top row of seats, Hermione sat next to Neville, explaining what he didn't understand. For some reason, they shared the class with the Gryfindors. Harry suspected this was the work of Dumbledore. Damian, having been tutored in the majority of subjects since a young age, took these times to show off his superior knowledge.

In the children's first Charms lesson got Harry his first, of what would be many, detentions. The four moved too the back of the class, Harry was just about to sit down, when a stinging hex hit him in the back. He let out a yell, and fell to the floor. He was on his feet again in an instant. He heard a snickering and saw the cause of the hex sitting down in his seat, putting his arm around Ginny, who roughly pushed him off. He turned to look at Lily Potter. The woman was staring determinedly at the floor. Harry squared his jaw.

'so that's how it's going to be' He thought angrily. He carefully touched his back and felt something damp. Damian had made him bleed. Harry's eyes darkened. He was not being physically assaulted. He had had enough of that after Dudley Dursley. He would not be the victim. Ginny had already raised her wand, spell on her lips, when Harry lunged, his fist connected with his brothers face with enough force to send the boy sprawling.

Professor Potter was on her feet in an instant.

"Harry James Potter." she screeched in a voice that could raise the dead, Harry looked up innocently,

"Yes Professor?" he said politely

"see me after class for detention! Mr Weasley, can you take Damian to the hospital wing please?" she said, Harry raised his hand,

"Professor, can I go to the hospital wing too please, My back is bleeding, due to your sons stinging hex?" Lily Potter's nostrils flared.

"Sit down boy! 20 points from Ravenclaw!" she growled. The Ravenclaws in the room shouted out at Harry's unjust punishment,

'he was attacked!' they yelled angrily. Lilly Potter ignored them and Harry sat, glaring bitterly at her.

Hermione leaned over to him, "I can heal it for you." she said, pulling out her wand. Harry pushed her hand down,

"no." he whispered, "I need a picture of it, evidence." Hermione frowned, but lowered her wand. Ginny slipped her hand into his and squeezed it reassuringly, a faint pinkness rose to his cheeks that Ginny was oblivious to.

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The children's final session of the week was the much awaited Flying. Harry would himself, be looking forward to it, if the teacher wasn't James Potter. As they stood over their brooms, each person saying

"UP" Neville was trembling, he finally picked up the broom.

"Ok, on the count of three, everyone fly up, then come straight back down." said James Potter, "One, Two-" Neville took off. He shot higher and higher until suddenly, he slipped. the boy was suspended by the tips of his fingers, desperately clinging to the broom. James Potter seemed to have frozen, staring slack jawed as one of his students struggled not to fall fifty feet. Harry panicked. He leapt onto the rickety school broom and shot up, just as he reached Neville's level, the boy slipped. Harry dove, he reached out and caught Neville's hand. Harry gave an almighty heave, and pulled Neville onto the broom with him. The boy was sobbing, and as they reached the ground the Ravenclaws clamored around the boys, patting Neville reassuringly on the back. Saying words of praise to Harry. Hermione and Ginny ran to them, they wrapped their arms around Neville reassuringly. The boy was shaking.

"Thank you Harry." said the boy between his shuddering sobs, but Harry was glaring at Professor Potter.

"Neville could have died!" he shouted angrily. Mr Potter opened and closed his mouth several times, before saying,

"He should have listened to the instructions. Ten points from Ravenclaw." The tension filled silence could have been cut with a knife. Even the Slytherins were looking at the man as though he had lost his mind. Malfoy sneered.

"Typical Gryfindor. It's never your fault, is it?" the boy smiled, "My father will hear about this, Potter, you'll be lucky if you get to keep your job.". Harry nodded at the boy, and the boy nodded back politley, before exiting with his flock of Slytherins. Harry and the Ravenclaws were soon to follow.

Their first week at Hogwarts was over.