AN: I am so sorry.

Hey everyone, I am so sorry for the long time between chapters. I've had a bit of writer's block, and a slightly busy schedule. I've honestly been stuck on how I want to do Quidditch, because it is for sure going to happen, and I'm still a little stuck to be perfectly honest. I'm hoping that this type of long time between chapters won't happen again, but I make no promises, especially around the Christmas season.

Finally, I'd like to address one of the reviews that came in. I know my spelling isn't remotely perfect, but I have no idea what you were trying to say Mystic Sharman, and honestly don't care. The avatar always bonds with Raava at birth, accept for Wan, and I like it that way. Yes, I know we've had Raava VS Vaatu in Korra, and I will not be doing much of that here. I'm sorry you don't like it, but I'm not changing it. I have an outcome for the story, and both light and dark spirits are very important to said outcome. If you don't like it, then please kindly move on. Thanks.

With that small rant out of the way, let's get to this long-awaited chapter.

Chapter 06, Reactions, Classes, and Flying

Voldemort was surprised, and that was something that didn't happen that often. He was very good at reading people, and used that skill liberally to know how to best manipulate them in to his way of thinking. He was surprised therefore that the Potter boy wasn't sorted in to any house. He had never heard of this happening before. Even the great wizard Merlin was sorted in to Slytherin, as was only right for someone as powerful and intelligent as Merlin. He himself was a Slytherin during his time at the great school, and thought it only right that powerful wizards be sorted in to the house of the cunning. Where else was power both respected and feared? Where else could a powerful wizard find followers whom he could convert in to servants?

When his hosts professor returned to his chambers, they discussed it at length. What were they to do? They had plans of arranging accidents in classes, setting certain professors against the boy, and leading him in to a trap. However, if the boy had qualities of all houses, perhaps he would be more formidable then both had thought. Their overall goal still stood, they must retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone. Voldemort knew that using the stone would reduce his servant's body and mind to nothing, but it was a small price to pay for his return to power, and the unlocking of Vaatu's secrets. Something must be done.

Harry woke up at 7, showered, and went down to the great hall for 8. He quickly found a spot at the Gryffindor table as the headmaster had suggested. Sadly though, he was quite early, and none of the older students wanted to talk this early in the morning to a little firsty, especially one who was probably the first ever to not be properly sorted.

After a few minutes, Harry was joined by a tall redheaded boy. The boy quickly filled his plate, and after a few minutes of wolfing down food introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm umm, Ron, Ron Weasley," said the boy through a mouthful of food.

"Hi," said Harry. "I'd say I'm Harry Potter, but you probably already know that."

Harry held out his hand for a shake, but Ron was clearly too busy stuffing his face. Harry hoped someone else would come and join him and the bottomless pit Weasley, or it was going to be a boring breakfast. His prayers were soon answered though when a set of older redheaded identical twins plopped down to the bench to either side of him.

"I'm Fred,"

"And I'm George," said the Twins one right after the other. "We're unfortunately related to the hoover across the table."

Harry laughed, and shook hands with the twins enthusiastically. Each twin grabbed a hand, and pumped furiously, only increasing Harry's laughter.

"We're the practical jokers around the school," said Fred.

"Yeah, we'd never ever hurt anyone, accept for Professor Snape, but we do like our bit of fun," added George.

"Umm, not to be rude, but do you guys all finish each other's sentences?" asked Harry, feeling like he was in the middle of a tennis match.

"Not always," said the twins together.

"Just when"

"We think"

"It might be fun."

"Can you tell me anything about classes, or do you know if there's a map around the school?" asked Harry wanting to change the subject.

"Oh sure. You'll probably want to watch out for the Potions Master Professor Snape, he doesn't really like anyone, accept for the slytherins," said George.

"Professor McGonagall is very strict, but fair. She teaches Transfiguration, and she's only surpassed by maybe the headmaster at it," said Fred.

"Professor Flitwick is one of the favorites around here, because he likes everybody, and has a knack at making Charms a fun class. Don't ever make fun of his height though, or you'll see his bad side," said George.

"We don't know much about Professor Quirrell though, he's new here. He's supposed to be a defense prodigy, but he sure doesn't come off as all that confident," said Fred.

"Hold on, hold on," said Harry slightly overwhelmed.

The twins laughed and crushed Harry between them in a 3-way hug.

"Don't worry little Harrykins," said George.

"We've got your back," said Fred.

"Seriously though mate, feel free to ask, and we'll be happy to help," said George.

"Maybe you can help us prank the other houses, seeing as you're supposed to be of all houses?" said Fred.

"Sure maybe, but not for a bit yet. I'd like to make friends first, before I make people uncomfortable," said Harry.

Harry and the twins were soon bent over their own plates, and enjoying Hogwarts most excellent food. There were several different forms of eggs, fried potatoes, toast, bacon, ham, rolls in all shapes and sizes, and many other delectable items.

"How does this all get cooked?" asked Harry.

"House elves," said the twins together.

Harry was about to ask what house elves were, but Professor McGonagall was coming down the table to hand out class schedules. When she got to Harry, she stopped for a quick chat.

"Well Mr. Potter, I don't mind telling you that you were a bit of a tricky student to schedule in. However, we have done it, and you will be in class with a mix of first year students from all the houses. There's not a lot of time to talk during class, but I do encourage you to find a friend in every class if you can," said the Professor handing him his schedule.

"Um, sorry?" said Harry.

"Don't you worry yourself dear boy," said the headmaster coming up and laying a friendly hand on Harry's shoulder. "Challenges like these are what keep us older professors feeling young."

"Your first class will start soon Potter, maybe Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley can help you find your first class?"

"We'd be happy to help," said the twins in unison.

"Very Good," said Professor McGonagall. "I'll be seeing you in Transfiguration this afternoon Mr. Potter. If you're anything like your father, you'll take to it like a duck takes to water."

"Thanks Professor," said Harry.

Harry looked at his schedule, and soon realized that his days at Hogwarts were going to be busy ones. He loved to learn though, so this wasn't at all a bad thing.

"Hmmmmmm, looks like I'm in the dungeons this morning for Potions," said Harry.

"Oof, better you than us," said the twins.

After swallowing his last sip of pumpkin juice, Harry followed his new friends out of the great hall. Down a stair case or two, through a damp hallway with many doors, Harry soon found himself in front of a dark and dingy class room whose door was open. Through the open door, he could see several students sitting at desks, as well as shelves around the perimeter of the room containing many pickled items, presumably used as potion ingredients.

"Here you are mate, have fun," said George.

"Well, I'll give it my best shot," said Harry. "Thanks for the help guys."

"Well George, it's off to a history of sleeping for us," said Fred.

Harry soon found a seat beside a beautiful Asian girl, who he remembered was also a twin.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," he said. "Is this seat taken?"

"No," said the girl. "I'm Padma Patil."

"Great to meet you," said Harry.

"If you wouldn't mind keeping it down, some of us are trying to read," said a boy in the row of desks in front.

"Sorry," said Harry, digging in his own bag for his Potions text.

Harry was happy he'd thought ahead, he noticed some of the other students didn't have books in front of them, or any books at all.

The silence of the room was shattered, when the door was slammed closed, and a tall, dark, and brooding wizard stalked up to the front of the room. This had to be Professor Snape.

"There will be no foolish wand waving in this class, and there will all be no mindless reading either. Put those away!" snapped Snape gesturing to one of the Ravenclaws Potions book.

Those students who had books slid them carefully in to their bags, and took out parchment, ink, and quills for note taking.

Snape began taking attendance. When he got to Harry, he sneered at him.

"Ah yes, Mr. Potter. The boy too good for a house."

Harry kept quiet, not wanting to be on Snape's bad side this early in the class if ever.

"Tell me Potter, how would I mix a potion for curing boils?"

Harry quickly ran through his mental catalogue of knowledge.

"Today Potter," sneered Snape.

"Porcupine quills, snake fangs, and water are all of the ingredients I can remember sir. The instructions escape me as well sir," said Harry.

"Pitiful. Where would you find a Bezoar then Potter?"

"In the stomach of a goat," said Harry, happy he could answer that one.

"Better," said Snape. "Name three different potions that effect the mind."

"Lucky potion, love potions, and the draft of living death," said Harry, wishing he could remember the exact names.

"Common name, a category of potions, and the draft of living death. It seems fame isn't everything, is it."

Harry held on to his temper, even though he thought that Snape was completely unfair. A lot of the questions he has asked were very advanced, especially for first year students. Harry took five long and deep breaths as his Sensei and Remus had taught him, and let his anger flow away.

Professor Snape was writing a recipe for the very potion that Harry was asked how to brew, the one to cure Boils. Harry and Padma decided to partner up, and Harry found that as he read the recipe on the board, everything came back to him. He even found that he didn't need to consult the board several times during the brewing. When they were done, they wrote their names on the label of the vile that Snape had dropped on their desk, ladled some of the boil cure mixture in to it, and then handed it in after it had cooled.

"Full marks Ms. Patil, and I suppose the same for you Mr. Potter. I'm glad to see you have some of your Mother's talent for potion making. You may leave."

With that rather awkward ending to their lesson over, Harry and Padma grabbed their bags and left the Potions classroom.

"I'm glad to see there are brains in that head of yours Potter, I think you would have done well in Ravenclaw," said Padma.

"Thanks," said Harry. "Would you like to partner up again next class?"

"If you can do this well again, I'll consider it," she said. "I'm off to the library, I have transfiguration next, and I'd like to review the first spells. Enjoy your day."

"Happy reviewing," said Harry.

Harry retraced his steps, and managed to find his way back to the entrance hall with only a few minor difficulties. Checking his schedule, he found that his next lesson was Charms. He went over to a portrait of an old bald wizard stirring a caldron.

"Excuse me sir, could you direct me to where the Charms classroom is?" he asked the wizard.

"Third Floor, Classroom 2E," snapped the wizard.

"Thanks," said Harry, not having a clue how to get to the third floor.

Harry checked his time, and found that he had a decent amount of it. He closed his eyes, and retraced in his mind the route he took to his rooms that were on: "The third floor!"

"That's what I said," said the wizard. "Now be quiet, the timing on this draft of insanity is very precise!"

"Sorry!" snapped Harry back to the wizard. "There's no need to be so rude!"

Charms class was the exact opposite of Potions. Professor Flitwick was indeed very hyper, friendly, and fair. He fell off his seat taking attendance when he got to Harry's name. He began the class by teaching them the basics of holding their wands. Harry accomplished this easily having been tutored by Remus, but Poor Neville who he shared the class with needed a bit of guidance.

"If you've graduated beyond holding your wands properly, try the lighting charm on Page 93 of The Standard Book of Spells," instructed Flitwick.

Harry closed his eyes, took a breath or two to center himself, and commanded "Lumos!"

Harry's wand tip lit up brightly. So brightly in fact, that he and his neighbor had to shield their eyes from its light.

"Oh my!" said Professor Flitwick. "A little too much power there Mr. Potter. Try concentrating on lowering the light level a bit if you can."

Harry could, and soon he had a soft gentle glow at the tip of his wand. He was happy to learn this, it would make late night reading a little easier.

"Very very good!" crowed Flitwick. "Both your Mother and Father were great at with charms as well, but your father preferred transfiguration," said Flitwick reaching up to pat Harry gently on the back. " I'd say 10 points, but you're not in a house."

"How about you round up or round down for a multiple that would divide by four, and then everyone can have some points?" suggested Harry.

"Very good indeed," said Flitwick. "Five points to all four houses then for excellent charms work."

"Thanks professor," said Harry, who knew that he would indeed enjoy his Charms class.

Transfiguration was also fun, accept that he had it with the Slytherins. They were a cold bunch, and very careful. Harry was as polite as ever, and spent time before class introducing himself around. He got mixed reviews though. Some students were hostile, some were indifferent, and the other few were afraid and tried to hide it.

Their lesson in transfiguration involved turning a match in to a needle. Malfoy managed to turn his match silver, which urged Harry to stop thinking about the process and just get on with it. Harry proved to have his Father's talents in transfiguration too, as with a very small flash of magic, he had a perfectly sharp metal needle sitting on the desk in front of him. Professor McGonagall wasn't as enthusiastic in her praise as Professor Flitwick was, but the smile she sent his way made him feel great all the same.

Harry's lessons went well throughout the rest of the week. He had Herbology with the Hufflepuff's, which meant that the Herbology prodigy Neville Longbottom was able to help Harry through repotting some stubborn Devil's Snare seedlings. Harry was very happy that Professor Sprout heaped tons and tons of praise on poor Neville, as his poor friend could really use a confidence builder. Harry also learned why the Weasley twins referred to A History of Magic as A History of Sleeping, the ghost professor's voice was so drowning and boring, that it would put anyone to sleep.

Harry and Neville both were slightly worried about flying lessons. Neville told him about the time he had tried to borrow his Gran's old broom, and almost splattered himself on the side of their manner house. Fred and George though were quite free with tips on broom handling, you just had to use common sense on what was a tip, and what wasn't.

Harry and Neville lined up though along with the other Hufflepuff's, who stood across the field from the Slytherins. Harry could hear Malfoy boasting about how good he was at flying, and his sidekicks Crabbe and Goyle laughed at Malfoy's story about the time he chased a pair of poor birds around his yard, preventing them from getting to their nest.

"Does that make you feel good Malfoy?" asked Harry quietly when he was done his story. "Did you not stop to think how the birds felt?"

"Who cares, their just birds!" said Malfoy smirking.

Harry would have continued the argument, but he was interrupted by the hawk-like Madam Hooch, their flying instructor.

The professor had them sit while she explained the basics of broom handling. They were then sent to stand by a broom.

"Up!" said Harry confidently, and the broom flowed smoothly in to the air, ready for him to mount.

Poor Neville though, was having some difficulty.

"Pretend it's a stubborn plant Neville. I found that being commanding worked for me," suggested Harry.

Neville was so excited when the broom finally became airborne that he mounted it, and took off. His confidence quickly fled though, and he soon found himself trying to control a broom and not knowing how. The instructions Madam Hooch called up to him were doing little good though and there was soon a thump as poor Neville hit the ground, and his broom soared off over the black lake.

"Neville!" cried Harry, dropping his broom and running over to his fallen friend. "Are you okay?"

Hooch soon joined them, and sent poor Neville off with a broken arm to the Hospital wing.

"While I'm helping Longbottom up to the castle, I'd better not sense a broom in the air. I've got tracking spells on all of them, and anyone who thinks they can fly regardless will be out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch."

Harry went back and stood before his still hovering broom. His attention was quickly caught though by Malfoy, who was waving something over his head, and talking animatedly to his little group of followers.

"The stupid fat lump, he could have broken it landing the way he did. What should I do I wonder when he wants it back, if he wants it back. He's practically a squib already isn't he?" said Malfoy waving Neville's wand around enthusiastically.

"How about you just give that here Malfoy, and I'll make sure it gets back to Neville. Waving it around like that could be dangerous," said Harry quietly going over to the group of laughing Slytherins.

"What would you know Potter, you were raised by filthy muggles," said Malfoy. "I know, I'll leave it somewhere for the fat squib to find. How about ... the North Tower."

Disregarding their instructions, Malfoy quickly mounted his broom, and soared off towards the castle.

Harry was furious, and hated bullies. He quickly weighed his options. Go after Malfoy, and get in trouble. Or, go after Malfoy and help a friend. Quickly coming to a decision, Harry quickly mounted his broom and kicked off.

Once in the air, Harry felt at peace. He'd heard from Remus that his Father was a god on a broom, and Harry knew instinctively that he would be too. He quickly caught up to Malfoy and reached for the wand.

"Give! that! here!" he said angrily.

"Go and get it then if you want it so badly," said Malfoy throwing the wand in to the air.

Malfoy soared back over to the group, and landed smoothly.

Harry on the other hand was focused on one thing only: to grab Neville's wand. He smoothly dove after it, watching it spiral end over end as it headed towards the ground of the quidditch pitch. He was gaining on it though, and when he was close enough, he reached, reached, and soon had the spinning wand clutched in his fingers. He used his other hand and body to take the broom out of the dive, stuffed the wand back in to his robes, and used his now free hand to help slow the broom in to a graceful landing right where he had taken off from his place in the Hufflepuff line.

"Harry Potter!" shrieked Hooch who had clearly returned to the group. "You could have broken your neck you fool boy, what were you thinking! Did you not hear me say that there was to be no flying?"

"Please Professor, If I could just tell you the story," said Harry.

"No! We're off to see the headmaster, and you had better have a good reason for him," said the professor, relieving him of the broom he was still clutching.

Malfoy was quietly laughing, when Madam Hooch turned to him.

"You as well Mr. Malfoy. You also are at fault. Let's! Go!"

AN2: Do you hate me yet for the long wait and a cliffhanger? Hahahaha, I'm feeling a bit evil, but it's all good. Besides, I have part of the next chapter written already, I just decided to split that section in to a new file.

Secondly, you might notice I've reuploaded some of the chapters. I've done this to correct some spelling mistakes, (thanks loads to those who've pointed them out), and with some extra author's notes that might help to clarify some things such as the older Diggory.

One last thing, yeah, Harry is a bit OP in this chapter, but he is the avatar after all, and should be really good. Aang was an OP Airbender, even before his avatar training, so there.

I hope you all like the chapter, and I should hopefully be back soon.

Thanks for reading.