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Chapter Story Word Count (Not including A/N or Previous): 8,440
Key:
"Talking" – 'Thinking'
"Using Spell" – [Device Spell using]
{Mage Mind Link} – [Device Talking]
Previously:
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
In the groups of houses, the students left the hall to return to their common rooms.
Though Albus was glad he asked Poppy to overstock on the Calming Draught, as he watched James approach him with Michael, Neville, and Ron, at the same time Severus approached with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. This was going to be a long night.
The new year of Hogwarts has officially begun…
Headmasters Office
The calming draught soothes the nerves of the drinker.
In this case, it sounded just the thing that one Albus Dumbledore required after spending the last hour of arguing between, not only the head of Slytherin and Gryffindor house, but six students who all demanded a resort.
After finally getting through their heads that they are unable to resort, ignoring the threats of having their parents come in or the one standing before him, he sent them to their respected house common rooms with the heads as their guides.
He sat back allowing the potion to do its job, Fawkes chirped some musical notes to lighten the mood within the office. Once his nerves had soothed enough, he turned his attention towards the one that can give him his answers.
The sorting hat seemed to be enjoying himself as it was humming a small melody 'Ah Albus,' seeing the headmaster looking his direction 'Is this the part when you ask me why I sorted the way I did?'
"If it wouldn't be too much of a bother." The headmaster replied, "While I know you can't tell me the contents of one's mind, it doesn't mean you can tell me your reasons."
'Very well, who first?' the hat asked him.
"Why don't we start with Mr. Crabble and Mr. Goyle?"
The hat laughed at this. 'Yes, get the easiest two out of the way first.' He murmured amused. 'They hold no cunning or ambitions, so Slytherin was out, they hold no intelligence and does was Malfoy tells them, so Ravenclaw is out.' It told him, 'While they would fit perfectly into Hufflepuff, they only showed loyalty to Malfoy. Plus the way they solve things is with their fists, which sounds perfect for the brash Gryffindor nature of 'attack first and ask later.'
Albus sighed, really hating the fact at how stereotype the four houses had become. "What about the Malfoy-boy?"
'Lack cunning, brains, and loyal only to his family…and most likely the Dark Lord, should he return.' The headmaster was informed, which caused another headache to form. It seemed the father has indeed made his son follow in his footsteps, 'He's too brash for his own good, charging in like a lion to get others in trouble.'
Pulling out another calming draught and putting it on the desk, in case he needed it, which he thinks he will, "So now knowing why they are in Gryffindor, what about the three you put into Slytherin?" he asked. "After all, a Weasley in Slytherin has never been heard of."
'Yes, that is very true.' The hat replied.
'To start with Mr. Weasley, while no Weasley has been sorted anywhere but Gryffindor, this boy is the exception. He lacks the brains to be a raven, he is only loyal to the Boy-Who-Lived because he's famous, take that away and he would ditch him in no time.'
Albus shook his head knowing that if Ronald was raised like this, what was Ginevra Weasley was going to be like as Molly always pushed her together with Michael. The girl never seems to mind either, as it gets her picture in the paper.
'I would have put him into Gryffindor, always running his mouth or charging in, but he wanted to stay as Michael's lackey so I sent him to the snakes.'
Taking this in, he moved on.
'Now, let's move onto Mr. Potter, the so-called Boy-Who-Lived.'
Dumbledore sat back in his chair, knowing this was the main one he needs to listen to.
'In simple words, the boy is like Mr. Malfoy. A spoilt brat that is given everything he wants, due to his father's status.' The hat informed him. 'Why Slytherin instead of Gryffindor? While he might be brash, he knows how to use blackmail material to his advantage. Plus his ambition for power is very strong.'
The headmaster could only nod his head, noting on keeping an eye on the boy.
The hat finished by adding. 'Perhaps it will also teach him and Mr. Weasley a lesson that everything isn't black and white…I hope.'
The headmaster had to agree, knowing the three would either learn to adapt or would bring the fall of the house, though he was sure that Severus would personally torture the three before it would get to that point.
'A tip headmaster, while Mr. Longbottom might seem to be manipulated, he isn't.' the hat told him to the headmaster's surprise.
"How so?"
'Back on the train, he acted like a boy who lost his pet toad. Let me tell you that he had already thrown the frog off the train the moment it took off down the tracks.' The hat said in a small rant. 'Anyway, he manipulated a Muggle-born girl to help him look for it. This was mainly so he could get a good idea of how to get the blue wolf that disowned boy owns.'
"In other words to see if he could find anything to use against Mr. Evans?"
The hat nodded. 'Correct. However, he was slightly grumbling that the Muggle-born girl interfered the second time before he could get a good look, when she dragged him out of the compartment.' He told 'A side note Albus, that accident that happened to Algie Longbottom when he gave the toad to young Longbottom, wasn't such an accident as everyone believes.'
The headmaster shook his head at this piece of information. "So speaking hypothetically speaking: Mr. Potter is the face and head of the group, while Mr. Longbottom is the guy in the background, collected the information or the hit-man. Finally, Mr. Weasley is the weasel that can be easily replaced."
'Correct.'
Albus was right, as he uncorked the potion, he did need a second calming draught. This was going to be one annoying year…and it hasn't even started yet.
Monday 2nd
September, 1991
From the years of living with his guardians, Harry was always up right after it hit six o'clock in the morning. Because of that, the boy usually couldn't get back to sleep once he was awake. Though he would have to admit, he slept more peaceful than the last few nights.
He smiled slightly seeing Zafira still asleep at the end of his bed, the wolf was the talk of the entire common room during the previous night. Many were shocked that a first year, let alone a 'muggle-born', could even own a pet like this.
Gently moving, not wanting to wake the others in his dorm, he relocated himself into his wheelchair and pushed in the direction of the bathroom. Using the next half an hour to get ready, thankful for whoever placed a stool in one of the showers for him, before moving to the common room.
Zafira, who had woke during the time he was in the bathroom, walking alongside him.
One thing that is known about the Hufflepuff common room, it was a burrow-like room that was two stories tall and the furniture was made from old round casks and upholstered in plush bright yellow and black.
Deep couches and chairs were situated around a simple oak mantled fireplace stained a deep brown, almost black, same as the furniture. It was lit and giving a pleasant glow. The dark wood flooring had large, elaborate throw rugs the colours of a bumblebee.
There were no windows this far down, but it had the effect of making the place seem even more comfortable and inviting.
Brown earthen walls lit by torches and lined with canary yellow tapestries with crest of a black and yellow field showing the fierce Hufflepuff badger decorated the walls. There were perfectly round barrel top tunnels leading off to either side.
Harry was grateful for these tunnels as there were no steps, so it was easy just to push himself along until he entered the bright and warm common room. With it still being early, there weren't that many students awake.
Those that were seemed to be older years, which were getting some last minute holiday homework done with, some mention of not wanting to be on the bad side of the greasy haired bat. Whoever that was?
"Ah, good morning there young puff."
Turning his wheelchair to towards the entrance, he saw the head of Hufflepuff House, Professor Sprout, enter the common room holding a bunch of parchments. After hearing her introduce everyone last night, she sounded like one of those kind grandmothers that would help you, but very strict as well.
"Good morning, professor." The boy greeted her back, as she placed the parchments on one of the tables, separating the parchment out into seven piles. Picking one up from the small end pile, she walked over to him and handed it over.
Blinking confused, Harry unrolled it to see what was written on it.
First Year Schedule
House: Hufflepuff
Monday and Wednesday
Period 1: 09:00 a.m. – 09:55 a.m. = Potions [w/ Gryffindor]
Period 2: 10:00 a.m. – 11:55 a.m. = Herbology [w/ Ravenclaw]
12:00 p.m. – 01:05 p.m. = Lunch
Period 3: 01:10 p.m. – 02:00 p.m. = Defence Against the Dark Arts [w/ Slytherin]
Wednesday Only
Period 4: 00:00 a.m. – 02:00 a.m. = Astronomy
All first years shall be escorted to and from class by Head of House
Tuesday and Thursday
Period 1: 09:00 a.m. – 11:55 a.m. = Double History of Magic [w/ Ravenclaw]
12:00 p.m. – 01:05 p.m. = Lunch
Period 2: 01:10 p.m. – 03:00 p.m. = *Study Hall [w/ Ravenclaw]
*Will be replaced with Flying in two weeks' time. Flying will only happen on the Thursday classes.
Friday
Period 1: 09:00 a.m. – 11:55 a.m. = Double Charms [w/ Gryffindor]
12:00 p.m. – 01:05 p.m. = Lunch
Period 2: 01:10 p.m. – 03:00 p.m. = Double Transfiguration [w/ Slytherin]
"Oh," he said understanding now, he had just been given his class schedule. "Thank you."
"No problem at all." She replied. Harry sworn he could see some kind of pity look in her eyes, looking at the wheelchair he was seated in. "I would also like to inform you that all first year Muggle-born and Muggle-raised, are to report to the hospital wing on Friday for a check-up."
With the message passed, she moved on to handing the other students their schedules.
Looking at his list again, Zafira sat and watched his master, watching his facial expressions as he read through the list. From what he was seeing, the Transfiguration class seemed to have the most effect against him.
But this was understandable to the wolf, the boy's birth father was now teaching that class. The last thing he wants right now is to spend too much time around him. The wolf watched as his master left back down the tunnel to his dorm and would return a few minutes later with the books and equipment for today.
{Zafira.}
{Morning Signum.} The wolf replied, easily recognizing the voice.
Her voice had a small huff, signalling she must have already gone for her normal morning run. Only this time it sounded like the run was slightly longer than normal. {How is Master Harrison?}
{He is doing fine, he slept through the night without any problems.} The wolf told her, having slept at the end of the bed and hearing nothing but his master peaceful sleeping…along with one of the other boy's annoying snore.
Two to spoke a bit more as the wolf as their master had moved his seat to one of the tables, going through the books he needed. Though he did blink when a startled yelp from the girl's tunnel echoed up, as well as those present, but he was more blinking at the fact he recognized it as Vita's.
Not realizing that a few seconds ago, Signum decided to shout through the link, which woke Vita up in a mode of freight. Said redhead appeared in the common room, changed and still in a sleepy daze, with the books need for today in his arms as she was informed.
Taking a seat next to Harry, she thanked her head of the house for the timetable, before letting her head drop against the table. Muttering it was too damn early to be waking up, the only bright side was the fact the common room was warm.
The boy just shook his head, as he got her to turn her chair so her back was facing him. This had become another slight routine in their house as he started to arrange her hair so they were soon in the form of two queues that trail behind her head.
She murmured a tired thank you, rubbing her eyes.
What they didn't pick up on, but Zafira did, was how some of the other boys, that had more than likely grew up in the wizarding world, were looking at Harry weirdly as to why he just did that to the girl's hair.
They might understand she's his sister, but in the minds of those who grew up in the wizarding world, boys don't and shouldn't do that kind of stuff.
Before any could question, one of the female prefects was on her feet and gathering the first years, who had collected their timetables and books, to lead them up to the Great Hall.
Leading them out of the door, the students had to make sure to pay attention to the path they took so they would be able to get back to the common room on their own. Upon reaching the stairs going up, Harry tapped the rune on his wheelchair with her wand, pouring some magic into it, causing the chair to hover a few feet off the ground.
Pushing his chair forward like he would normally do, the chair hovered up the staircase without a single problem.
They reached the Great Hall around the same time as the Gryffindor prefects and first years. The prefects had given slight nods to each other before they entered the hall, to see the only people there were the professors and a dozen Ravenclaw that's including the first years.
The prefect guide them to their house table, which was on the opposite side of the hall to the ravens. Once they were all seated, they were left to enjoy their breakfast, she did tell them not to leave as the prefects would be guiding them to their classes this week.
Looking up at the Head Table, Signum and Shamal were both present and eating breakfast, quietly talking to one another. Also present was a man wearing black and greasy hair, he didn't talk as he ate, but his eyes were gazing around the hall, glaring at people.
Finally, near the centre of the table, was the headmaster himself who was having a peaceful conversation with Professor McGonagall.
Looking to the blue wolf at his side, Harry sent him a small message to which Zafira nodded understanding, leaving his side and sitting beside Signum. Under the watchful eyes of the students and staff present.
Zafira was now the hunting dog, who would catch students that are skipping class.
As minutes passed, the hall began to fill as students from the other houses, or those who hadn't left their own, were appearing in the hall and taking seats at the tables. Enjoying their breakfast.
Of course, with the build-up of students, the whispers began.
Thankfully, they weren't aimed at Harry and his big blue wolf, but instead at how the Boy-Who-Lived and his brother were sorted into Slytherin, while Malfoy and his cronies were sorted into Gryffindor.
Though the whispers were cut off, by the delivery of the morning mail.
The first-year students who weren't brought up in the magical world was given a bit of a shock as about a hundred owls had suddenly streamed into the Great Hall during breakfast. Circling the tables until they saw their owners, and dropping letters and packages onto their laps.
Hedwig fluttered down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped a letter onto Harry's, now empty, plate. Before hopping over to Vita's, where the girl fed the bird some bacon bits.
Looking at the front of the letter, Harry recognized the Japanese writing.
Opening the letter, he saw there were two letters inside. One was written in attempted English, while the over was in a Japanese transcript, also was a picture.
Pulling the picture out, he had to chuckle lightly. In the picture was Hayate in a cosplay outfit, waiting in line at what appears to be one of those Japanese conventions. She was smiling giving a slight pose, as whoever she was dressed up as, though she did keep her signature X-shaped red ornament and a yellow one shaped like two parallel stripes in her hair.
Noticing the eyes from Smith and Ernie trying to peek at what he was looking out, he placed the picture face down and slid it across to Vita. Who took one look and rolled her eyes "She loves dressing up, doesn't she?"
The boy had to nod his head, to the confusion of others, as he added "You do know when she meets you, she's going to dress you up into one of those costumes right?"
"She'll need my measurements first," Vita replied with confidence, which dropped seeing the look on her master's face, understanding that Hayate had said measurements. "How?"
"Shamal."
The one-word answer explained everything to the girl, since the blonde hair knight was always the one that would try to get her to wear more girlish style of clothing. Sliding the picture back, Harry put it back into the envelope as he pulled out the Japanese written letter.
This seemed to have annoyed the two pureblood on either side of him, as they didn't understand a lick of what was written.
Harry, on the other hand, read the letter through link to Vita.
Dear Harry, Vita, and the rest of the Evans Family,
You have such a beautiful owl. I've never seen an owl with such pure white feathers, plus it seem she loved the attention that I was giving her. I must say that you had indeed surprised both me and mom when she appeared tapping on the window during breakfast.
No offence but that is slightly messed up, I mean they don't allow electricity at your school, so they have to rely on messenger owls? What kind of boarding school are you at again?
Do you know what's happening at Christmas time? Mom wouldn't say a word, but she says it involves her work and it would be a great surprise to me. But she isn't dropping any more hints. It involves my mom and Doctor Astra, do you have any ideas?
But apart from that, everything is going on normal here. Because of my asthma, I'm once again a benchwarmer during gym class. I do admit, I am envious of how others can run around without a care or problem in the world.
Anyway, I'm getting sleepy here and Hedwig looks like she wants to head on back. So I'll end my letter here.
Lots of love,
Hayate
Xoxo
P.S. I hope you like the picture, I won first place in the cosplay contest!
{She sure sounds as cheerful as ever.} Vita commented as Harry nodded, sliding the letter into thy envelope that he put into his robes before either pureblood boy could make a grab at it.
{She sure does.} He replied, as the great hall doors were opened.
An elder looking version of the Malfoy-boy strolled into the hall, trying to make himself look more important than the rest of them present. Following him were two big goons that match the boys sat next to Malfoy.
"Headmaster, I was visited last night by one who informed me of the sorting outcome." He spoke, hidden venom could be heard behind the words. "He also informed me of what happened in your office afterwards, so if you wouldn't mind, I would like to speak with you right now."
Dumbledore calmly rose to his feet. "Of course Mr. Malfoy," he spoke before looking around the hall. "I believe it's time that the rest of you head on to your first class." He told the students, before following Malfoy senior out of the hall.
With breakfast brought to an end, the students made their way to their first class for the new school year. This meant that the first year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students descended down into the dungeons for the first Potion lesson, having been left by their prefects.
Professor Severus Snape, having left the Great Hall after the mail arrive, looked darkly as the first-year students as they waited outside the closed Potion Classroom door, he was about to test them to see if they were all dunderheads like the rest.
For a second, his eyes landed on the boy in the wheelchair. Harrison Evans, the nephew of both Signum and Shamal Evans.
No one could say Snape, or any teacher for the matter, was stupid on this.
The boy coincidently had the same first name as the disowned son of James Potter, plus he also had the same last name of one of the brightest Muggle-born students to ever set foot into Hogwarts, Lillian Evans. Potter's deceased wife.
Plus the fact he looked exactly like James Potter, minus that he wears Muggle clothes instead of the traditional pureblood clothes. Also, he doesn't wear glass. This causes those forest green eyes, so much like hers did at one stage, to shine with curiosity.
Given all these facts, it wasn't hard to put together the fact that this boy was James Potter's so-called squib son, who had taken his mother's surname. A part of the man wanted to curse him right then and there, disowned or not, he was still a Potter hell-spawn.
But a part of him stopped.
Seeing the boy in the wheelchair did catch his curiosity. From what the two elder Evans told the professors was his uncle, before he ended in their care, had rammed him down with his car, a form of Muggle transport for the professors that didn't understand, when he was six.
This matched his findings. After all, he wasn't a Slytherin for nothing.
As right after the meeting Snape went to snoop through the Muggle news, to which he found something. On October 31st, 1990, Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley nee Evans, were arrested for violating their restraining order by kidnapping said boy during a parent's meeting.
To which he was rescued by his male caretaker, name unknown, after said caretaker was shot in the arm. The Dursley's were sentenced to jail, something that did male Snape feel slightly giddy about as he always hated Petunia for how she treated Lily.
Plus this also proved his point before, on the true identity of who the boy was.
Anyway back to the point, the boy had been paralyzed for so long that not even magic could heal the never damage done, but Snape questioned this.
From what he had seen, the blonde Evans was a qualified healer, so why didn't she heal him up the moment he was placed in the custody. If that didn't work then why the two didn't, as they both have magic, take him to the wizarding hospital to heal him?
Being trained in the Dark Arts, the man could feel the slight darkness that was coming from his legs, as if he had been cursed never to walk again.
Taking all of this in, Snape wouldn't move on him just yet. Mainly due needing to handle the Potter in his house first, but also because a small part of him couldn't stand seeing Lily's eyes looking at him with hatred again.
No, he would question the boy to see where he stands. Then take it from there, if he is anything like his father that abandoned him then the boy will be having a very hard time.
Now to put his test into progress, he waved his wand and the door to his classroom unlocked and opened.
Like the idiotic lions they were, they all entered straight into the classroom without even checking to see if there were any dangers, or if he the professor was already in there. Acting like nothing more than a bunch of dunderheads.
What did catch his attention, was how the boy from the badgers had stopped his classmates from going in.
He watched at how the male Evans seem to ask something along the lines of a safety hazard and potion class without a professor. The pureblood students of the group seem to wave whatever he was saying off to the side and walked on in, but the others stayed in place.
Raising an eyebrow to this, he emerged from the shadows and stalked over to them. "Tell me, why none of you badgers are already seated in my classroom." He asked, his eyes glaring down on them.
"Safety procedure, sir," The female Evans replied, surprisingly calm and not squirming under his glare like first years do.
"Safety procedure?" he asked as they nodded their heads. Looking over the group, not including the 'three' Muggle-born, he could tell this bunch had those that lived in both worlds.
It was the boy who replied this time. "Yes professor. It says in the book, that one should never enter a potions lab unless they have a Potions Mastery, or are qualified or has some that is qualified to teach potions, present at all times." He explained. "So I though a potions classroom would be the same since if there were a potion in the process of being brewed or you wanted to show everyone, and someone knocks it over…what if that said potion was dangerous to breathe? We may not know what to do."
"Indeed," the Professor hissed out and stare down at him for a good long minute.
This was the test he set every year for first years, a test of safety. After all, his potion class was always sealed because it is full of dangerous ingredient that could harm those with no knowledge of how to handle them.
Without a second glance at them, except for a 'you may enter now', the professor barges into the classroom and looks at all those already seated. "As you may have just heard outside. You are not allowed into this potion classroom without my expressed permission or me being present. Because of attempting to danger your own lives, for this I will be taking three points from each of you for your carelessness."
There were those that looked like they wanted to complain, but where silence by the glare he was so easily creating.
With everyone seated, he flicked his wand which sealed the classroom door. Any latecomers from this point on would end up in detention. He started the class by taking a roll call, he paused slightly at Harry's name, before continuing on.
Once he had finished calling the names, he looked up at the class seated before him. His eyes were black and seemed to hold no warmth behind them. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word as the professor seemed to have the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death…if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
More silence followed this little speech. Though Malfoy seem to have a small smirk on his face, seeing those around him shake in slight fear.
"Evans!" Snape suddenly spoke up. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"The Draught of Living Death, professor," Vita replied, having taken a seat next to her master for this class.
Snape paused slightly, before realizing that both Evan siblings were seated side by side "Correct Miss. Evans." He replied, unable to take a point as he didn't really signal which Evans he wanted to answer. "Mr. Evans, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" he asked, ignoring Miss. Granger who raised her hand to answer.
"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat," the boy replied, having stopped to think for a few seconds, before adding. "It will save you from most low level to moderate based poisons."
"That is correct, Mr. Evans." The man replied, slightly impressed that he had read up to chapter nine out of fifteen chapters, in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. If that is the case, he should be able to answer this next question with no trouble. "Tell me, what is the difference, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" he asked. Once again ignoring the Granger girl who had stood from her seat and stretched her arm right up to try and get his attention.
Taking a second to think, he tried to remember what it said back in the book. It was on chapter three, something about being the same… "There is nothing different between monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of…um…" biting his lip as he thought, he took a guess "Aconite?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?" the professor questioned.
"Telling." The boy replied back, still slightly unsure.
All was silent as the man looked at Harry eye to eye, using this as a chance to cast a small legilimency probe at the boy's mind, only to blink in surprise when he found himself in a dark area, instead of a place full of memories.
Floating before him was a chained tome.
Confused, he reached out to touch it when something went wrong, everything around him felt cold. What seemed a dark taint echoed from it, a female voice whispered in his ear 'Be gone from this place and never return.'
Blinking his eyes, he was slightly shocked to see that he had been pushed, no forced, out of the boy's mind. Most students were looked at him as he nodded his head. "That is correct again, Mr. Evans." He said before looking around, before snapping slightly, trying to get everything back under control "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down? Granger, sit down unless you are asked a question."
While they were copying this down on their parchments, including the girl who sat down in a slight huff, Snape moved back towards his desk to take everything in. The boy didn't seem to be aware that he entered his mind, so…was there another presence in this body?
Looking back at his class, he decided to get started.
"The ingredients and method," he flicked his wand at the board, "Are on the blackboard." the instructions with the ingredient appeared there, "Or in your potions book, if any of you decided to bring it along."
Like predicted, only a handful had their books on hand, Malfoy, the Granger girl, and Evans included.
"You will find everything you need, that was not a part of your starter kit that you should have brought at Diagon Alley, in the store cupboard," he flicked his wand again. The door of the said cupboard sprang open "But be warned, any of you caught stealing anything out of that cupboard will be expelled." He spoke darkly, satisfied at seemed some shiver in fright. "You have one-hour…start."
Opening his book first, Harry flicked to the page the potion they were going to be making, its name was on the blackboard, was on.
Cure for Boils
Effect: Cures boils
Characteristics: Blue-coloured
Difficulty level: Beginner
Known ingredients:
Dried nettles
6 snake fangs
4 horned slugs
2 porcupine quills
Instructions:
…
Looking down at the ingredients, they had everything required, bar the snake fangs. Seeing the missing ingredients, Harry sent Vita to collect them from the Potion cupboard while he got their equipment sent up.
As the lesson progress, Snape soon rose from his desk and began to sweep around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like.
As he reached the cauldron of his godson, all the man could do was nod his head instead of telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs. This was because if he did so, he would be commenting a Gryffindor.
That was one thing that Snape could never bring himself to do, not after everything that house did to him in the past.
Though he was glad that he finally got that damn timetable change, after all most accidents occur when it's Slytherin and Gryffindor together. While he likes to mock the lions in front of his snakes, the bill for damages cause from the rivalry was becoming far too high.
Looking at the side of the badgers, he watched as the Evans duo worked on their potion. The girl was the one who cut them up, while the boy put them in the correct order. Snape had to admit, in his mind, that they have created at least a low EE mark potion.
Opening his mouth to speak, the Potions Master was cut off when a small explosion followed by a cloud of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.
The shared cauldron of Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnegan had somehow managed to explode and melt into a twisted blob, their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes.
Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while the two, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over their arms and legs.
The girl more than the boy.
"You idiots!" Snape snarled at the two of them, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Seamus was sputtering nonsense while Lavender whimpered as boils started to pop up all over her nose.
"Take them up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Dean and Parvati. Once the two had dragged the duo out of the classroom, he rounded on the closest students, having to ignore Draco's table, his gaze ended upon Harry and Vita, who had been working next to them.
"You two, why didn't you tell them not to add the quills? Thought it make you look good if they got it wrong, did you? That's 10 points you've lost for Hufflepuff." He stated, not even given them a chance to reply as he walks away.
Through the whole thing, only two student's noticing the smirk on Malfoy's face, those were the ones accused.
While everyone was distracted, he tossed said ingredient into the cauldron to cause more trouble for the house of the lions. After all, in his head, his father will sort things out and put him in the house he truly belongs.
With the hour coming to an end, everyone was told to leave a bottle of their potion on his desk then, in a less polite way, get out of his classroom.
As the Hufflepuff left the class, behind the Gryffindor's that had left first, most of them were talking among one another. Smith was acting arrogant at the two Evan's for losing them ten points, which was buffed for something they didn't do.
Vita just tone the pureblood idiot's voice out as she pushed her master's chair along, as it seems, ignoring a pureblood only made said pureblood even angrier that someone below them was treating them with no respect.
Smith watched them, grumbling under his breath that he would get even.
This how pretty much the week passed on, going through the classes, leading up to the weekend. As the two Evan's looked back at the classes.
Astronomy is the only class that had all four houses in one, with the Head of Houses watching them. From this class, you could see who was a big dreamer from looking up at the stars through their telescopes, of course some of the Muggle-born students were getting looks at the kind of telescopes they had brought, compared to the antic looking ones they had.
Herbology, which was in the greenhouses in the castle grounds, was where they learned all about plants and fungi. Professor Sprout, their head of house, was shown as a professor that are not biased with her own house.
The class was pretty simple to understand, as they were either in the greenhouse one working on a plant or in a greenhouse classroom, where she would teach them about what plants they would be learning that year. Plus it was easy as the class was with Ravenclaw students, those that just want to learn.
Then again, out of the four houses they learned that week, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were completely natural compared to the rivalry between the snakes and lions.
The other two class they had with Ravenclaw, was Double History of Magic and Double Study Hall.
In History of Magic, Harry was interested in the wars and figures of the past, giving rise to what they knew today, but dear god Professor Binns was so boring. He kept droning on and on. Apparently the reason he was a ghost was that he died in his sleep in the staff room, without realizing his ghost emerged from his body and he has been that way ever since.
But Harry wasn't the only one who slept, almost everyone did even some the studious Ravenclaw's who didn't have other stuff on hand. Vita, who like normal was seated next to Harry, was asleep within ten minutes by using her books as a pillow.
Study Hall was the same as History of Magic, only this time they didn't have the professor to bore them all to sleep. No they were under the watchful eyes of Madam Evans, the Discipline Head, who showed discipline by smacking a sleeping Vita on the top of her head with a Kendo Sword.
Harry has no idea was she got or found that sword.
However, that small display caused students from both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw to get to work on anything they need to be done or to study.
With Gryffindor, they had Potions and Double Charms.
Double Charms, easily their strongest subject so far. Professor Flitwick, a tiny man who actually needed a stack of books to see over his desk, was a jovial teacher and rumoured to be a powerful duellist.
Right now they are more note-taking, however at the end of the lesson Flitwick promised that they would do some practical work next lessons. This had put the class in much higher spirits, eager to try the sorts of charms the professor demonstrated.
With Potions, the professor completely confused the two Evans. As one moment he seems to be a fair man, then the next he snaps at them for something that they haven't done.
Of course, Vita was really starting to get annoyed with Malfoy.
Whether it was in the hallways, the hall or in class they had, the boy would make smart ass comments about them. He had also approached Harry more than six times that week alone, making threats of what the pureblood would do to him if he doesn't hand the wolf over to them.
Though it was amusing to watch when they turned after threating him on a Thursday, to find themselves face to face with Signum, who placed the three into her detention.
Which, by the way, the professors had to comment on. No one knew what took place in her detentions, as those who had detentions were forbidden to talk of it, but it was clear by the sweat and red faces they had, along with the tiredness.
She had put them through the paces, which they didn't want to repeat.
Slytherin house, they shared Defence Against the Dark Arts and Double Transfiguration. The house alone was a pain in the ass, as you had those that the Boy-Who-Lived was able to win over with his influence, then you had those who were like Malfoy and believed they were pure.
His former brother seemed to copy Malfoy, only he didn't make threats.
He and his lackeys would make snide comments and pelt them with pellets or with a simple stinging hex. Plus it didn't seem to help that Smith was seen at times talking to them, like a snitch.
Plus you could feel them watching you from times, like they were standing behind them but couldn't see anything, as if they were invisible.
Defence Against the Dark Arts, the only true thing they could say about the class is the fact that it was a big joke, the so call professor kept stuttering, explaining everything to do with the Dark Arts and how to defend against it, but that was it, no practical.
Also, the classroom reeked of the garlic that was hung around the room, the students understood that he was attacked by a vampire but that much garlic was kind of overkill.
Then finally came the class that Harry wasn't looking toward, Double Transfiguration with Slytherin.
Lunch was drawn to an end on this Friday of their first week at this school.
The house prefects had showed the first years, for the final time as their on their own starting next week, to their Transfiguration classroom. The Puff had arrived at the classroom before the snakes.
Their prefect waved them bye as they had to jog to get to their own class before the warning bell went.
The students in bumblebee yellow were waiting for the door to the classroom to open. Vita could easily feel the nervousness that was coming off her master. The redhead knew that he wanted to be nowhere near the man.
A word couldn't be said as the snakes in silver and green had arrived in two groups.
The first of the two groups that arrive, were those who were like Malfoy. Those who believed themselves to be true pureblood, like they were royalty, as they were looking at certain Hufflepuff's like they were nothing more than dirt.
The second group consisted of those who had started to follow Michael, along with his brother, around. The Boy-Who-Lived was already gloating aloud, stating how easy this class was going to be with his dad as the professor.
The redhead knight has noticed how the boy was sending a smug look in Harry's direction, like he knew something was going to happen. Too bad that the boy was lost in his own thoughts to realize what the Boy-Who-Lived was trying to do.
Causing the snakes eyes to narrow, not liking the fact, he was being ignored.
The doors opened by themselves, allowing the students to enter the classroom. The Slytherin went first, trying to look superior to the badgers, which followed behind them.
Harry was one of the last through the door, having waited until the way was clear before wheeling himself in.
The sounds of gasps had caught the boy's attention as he turned to the front of the class, where everyone was looking, to see a fully grown stag was standing there.
The animal had stomped its hoofs twice, before lowering his antlers down and charging at the door.
An area that Harry, who was, of course, still in his wheelchair, was and at the rate the stag charged, it showed it wasn't going to slow down.
With a wild animal charging closer and closer at him, the boy reacted in a way that caused students to blink.
In front of the wheelchair, a solid wall of ice had created before him. It seemed that the stag was unable to stop as a thump, followed by said ice wall cracking and breaking had anything to say.
The eyes of the students were all watching the stag, Vita, on the other hand, had seen her master grasp his chest as he was taking shorter breaths.
"Harry, are you alright?" she asked quietly, worried as she remembers what Signum had told them what happened near a week ago.
He smiled weakly at her, nodding his head slowly. "I'm fine…" he replied soft, calming his breath down, "…just the shock of what happen, that's all." He added, looking towards the animal.
The students watched as the stag had reverted back to a man, who was grasping his head as he stood. It was then that the students released that the stag, was James Potter, their Transfiguration Professor.
"What is the meaning off this?" he shouted as his head was in tremendous pain. Grabbing a pain-killer potion, the man glared in the direction of the boy in the chair. "Do you think injuring a professor is funny!?"
"Don't blame him," Vita cut in, standing beside her master. "How were we supposed to know that stag was you!" she stated, before nailing her point. "If anything, we could have you up for trying to attack a student."
Seeing the eyes from both houses staring at him, along with the murmurs that were being said, the man realizes that he had overstepped his mark.
If this was pushed, this could easily be seen that he was attempting to assault a student. Plus the redhead was right, how were they supposed to know it was him, when they don't learn about animagus until third year.
Sending a mid-fire spell to melt the broken ice on the floor, the professor quickly signalled students to sit as he moved to the front to start.
"First off, welcome to the first class of your academic life. Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," he said, having memorized what McGonagall had said all those years ago. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Then proceed to change his desk into a roaring lion and back again.
Looking around the room, he could see that all the students were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started 'Too bad they will soon realize they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time.' He thought, also glad that they seemed to have forgot about the small episode earlier.
Knowing that he had to tread carefully, he started the lesson with them taking notes for the first half of the double lesson.
Having the students copy down what he had written on the board. This allowed James to move around each of the desks, getting a good look at each student, and made sure that a match was set up before each of them.
With the notes finished for the first half of the lesson, he went on to show them the spell they would be working on for the rest of the lesson.
Around the classroom, students started to attempt to turn their matchstick into a needle.
It was clear to say that Professor Potter was biased to Gryffindor. With the way he was awarding no points to both houses and making fun of certain Slytherin students, which in turn was raising their hate in the professor.
While his son may be in the house of the snake, it didn't stop him from saying, out loud that Michael had inherited the Potter Talent of Transfiguration, when he completed the spell first before the rest of the students.
He also did mock some of the Hufflepuff students. Those who were pureblood or family was well known in the wizarding world was safe from this torment, but those who were of neither those two things weren't.
As the lesson came to an end, the students were informed that anyone who didn't make the transformation had to do a fifteen inch essay about the spell, due by his next class.
Meaning Michael, Neville, and Susan Bones were safe from this.
Harry had also achieved the spell, but Professor Potter stated out loud that he had cheated, deducted twenty points.
The boy was now being made to wait behind with the professor while the other students left. Michael had a smug look on his face, as if he knew what the outcome of this encounter would be.
Vita also left the classroom, not by choice, but because the professor used a spell to send her out before the door was closed and locked. Fearing for her master, she contacted the other guardians who were now heading that direction.
With the two being the only ones left in the room, James showed no emotion as he looked at the boy before him. One who was practically defenceless, as he couldn't dodge while stuck in that chair, plus he hardly knew any spells.
"Why don't we cut straight to the chase?" He said leaning against his desk, looking directly at the boy. "Harrison Evans…or should I say, Harry Potter."
However, at that same time in the Defence Office.
Voldemort wasn't please one little bit, since the previous year Quirrell, who once had a large and somewhat powerful core, now had a magical core that was only a third of its original size.
Something was draining his magic away fast then he could refill it naturally, or with the unicorn blood.
The Dark Lord has had enough, he still needs the man to get him the stone, but he won't be able to hold the connection between them much longer if his core drops anymore.
Having searched through his body, he found the draining was coming from a link that felt very familiar. But he couldn't pinpoint where he had felt it both, whatever it was, it now had to stop or he plans would be ruined.
Getting his puppet to put his wand against the dark mark, to which the Dark Lord made the channel so what he was about to cast, would travel through it and ever damage or destroy was it was connect to the core that is draining his magic away.
"Crucio"
That is the end of this chapter, please tell me what you thought and again, I'm sorry if this chapter sounds a bit rushed. I may rewrite this chapter long at a later date, to give more depth to the classes.
I hoped that you reread the previous chapters first, as I would like to know your thoughts on them.
Next Chapter: The outcome of the meeting has forced the tome to be revealed to the old headmaster, who questions the guardians on its true purpose. Flying classes start, with an interesting guest appearing.
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