Disclaimer: I do not have kids, nor am I blonde

Harry stared, disgusted at his new friend's eating habits. Ron was gobbling all the food within his reach without a seconds pause. He reminded Harry of Dudley. That made Harry shudder. He couldn't believe he had just compared his first friend to Dudley. That had to stop.

"Ron…" he started cautiously.

"Humph?" Ron spoke while chewing on a mouthful of food.

"Can you please close your mouth and eat? It's quite disgusting to see all that food in your mouth. And can you please eat only the food in your plate? You can pile up more after your done. Oh and you can eat slower too cause we have plenty of time till our first class," Harry said quickly, spewing his thoughts all at once, hoping he just not lost a friend as Ron blinked confusedly at him.

Then the boy looked down. "Oh," he said, his face flushing after he gulped down all his food. "Sorry," he said a little embarrassedly. Then he quickly did everything Harry asked him to, not meeting Harry's eyes. Harry just sighed in relief.

He looked up to meet many of his schoolmates grateful and awed expressions and grinned.

He looked back at Ron who was eating at a much more subdued pace than before. "So Ron, did you memorize our schedule?"

Ron swallowed before answering, "No," incredulously. "We just got them Harry! Blimey did you?"

"Uh yeah."

Ron stared in amazement. "Blimey," he said again. "Tell me then."

Harry startled. He didn't expect Ron to ask him. He expected him to be annoyed that Harry was a bragging know-it-all or something like that. It was what Dudley and Uncle Vernon would say to him. Well the latter in more cruder terms, words Harry never wished to speak of.

"Um ok. We have Herbology first thing this morning, then Transfiguration, break, and then Charms. After that we have after lunch, Magic Theory. All of those classes together are around 6 hours. Then we have the rest of the day for homework and rest.

"Tomorrow we have History of Magic for an hour and then Magical Theory. After that it's break. Afterwards it's Transfiguration and lunch. And after that we have Charms.

"Wednesday we…" Harry dutifully recited the schedule to Ron and other first years, impressed, leaned in to listen.

Ron stared down at their schedule that they just got a few minutes ago, listening to Harry listing everything on there. "Harry, mate how do you remember all of that?" he practically demanded the boy.

Harry looked sheepish. "I have a good memory I guess."

Ron snorted, "More than good memory I think." Then he grinned. "That's wicked! When we research for our homework you can help me then!"

Ron bounced in happiness while Harry stared in amazement, feeling something warm fill in through him. First Professor Mcgonagall and then Ron made him feel welcomed and happy. Harry never felt so great in his life.

Ever since Harry could remember, he could memorize everything. Sadly that didn't count his parents or his life before the Dursleys. Well, he amended, remembering the flying motorcycle of his dreams, which he was now positive it was real.

When he was first sent to school, Harry was so excited to leave the Dursleys, even for a few hours. He remembered the tiny curl of hope he felt when he thought that he could make friends. That hope was crushed and stomped on when Dudley chased everybody away from him.

The classes were easy. Very easy as he had started reading at a young age (Aunt Petunia's cookbooks as she never bothered to teach him). The fact that he could remember everything just made classes easier and Harry soon would grow bored, but still not bored enough to go back to his relatives. Soon his teachers noticed and asked his relatives if he could move up. His relatives were very unhappy about that and made their displeasure known. Harry shuddered inwardly remembering that. He tried to fail every class since then.

However his life in school turned for worse. Dudley made friends, some even more sadistic than his cousin (cough cough: Piers) who all loved to beat Harry up. Harry had to run as fast as he could to get away from them, for when they usually caught up to him, he'd get the beating of his life. More often than Harry could remember, he'd come back home to his relatives, covered in wounds and blood, and his Aunt and Uncle would not do as much as even sniff at him and send him on to do his achingly long amount of chores. School never excused him of any of his chores. He remembered the long, lonely nights he laid in his cupboard, waiting and wishing so hard that someone would take him away. Then soon those fanciful dreams disappeared and was replaced with cold-hearted reality and the last pieces of hope got replaced with anger and hopelessness. When Harry saw Hagrid, those small furls of hope began to return, but Harry was just waiting for the moment it could be crushed again. He was scared that if that happened, he would never have hope again. His luck never lasted long.

As Harry and Ron started to walk towards the greenhouse, Dean and Seamus decided accompany them.

"Woah," said Dean looking at the high ceilings and long stairs. "I think I'm going to get hopelessly lost around here. I don't know how I can ever remember where to go!"

"Don't worry," Ron said comfortably. "I have five brothers who've been here before me and I bet you by the first few weeks they learnt almost every passage, and in some cases even the secret ones," Ron said, gesturing his head at the twins.

"Phew!" Seamus gasped in relief as they reached the greenhouse. "I thought we were never going to make it."

Professor Sprout seemed kind and friendly enough, however she looked quite frightening when she scowled at Malfoy as he started making dirty jokes (no pun intended) about the class. She first explained the rules and ways on how to work around the greenhouse and with the plants. He, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom seemed to be the only people paying attention intently. Granger even had a notebook and was scribbling away. Harry noticed a blonde haired Slytherin girl was scowling at her and absentmindedly wondered why.

Soon they worked on planting a small magical plant that produced acid which could burn of their skin if they weren't careful, so they wore gloves of course. Harry hummed a little while planting it. After getting a little used to the unusual circumstances it then reminded him of gardening. It was one of the rare chores Harry liked. Professor Sprout even compliment him and rewarded Gryffindor with five points. Five more when she reached Longbottom's station.

Malfoy on the other side couldn't help get more angry and infuriating after he tried wrestling his plant into the dirt and failed. Professor Sprout made a move to help him, but the boy snarled at her and said he could do it himself and that he didn't need a stupid Hufflepuff's help.

That made Professor Sprout frown hard and give Malfoy two detentions and then ask him politely to leave the class. Harry and Ron exchanged gleeful looks at seeing Malfoy get what was coming for him.

Malfoy looked like he was about to explode, but contained himself with remarkable constraint and stormed out of the class. A few people snickered and Harry had sworn that he saw Professor Sprout smirk.

Harry and Ron sat next to each other in Transfiguration, both wondering where their Professor was. The cat looked out of place, relaxing on the Professor's desk. It gave them quite a scare when it turned into their Transfiguration teacher.

Harry stared wide at her. Professor Mcgonagall was a cat! He began to relax when she explained it was called an Animagus and they need not need to worry about it now.

She explained the dangers of the subject and then sent them of to turn the match on their desk into a needle. Harry grinned when he remembered reading this in his Transfiguration book during the summer. He bit his lip as he concentrated on doing it as the book instructed.

The book had said that to transfigure an object to another object you need to concentrate on what you wanted to turn it into. You would need to know how that specific object felt like and understand it's properties. Then there on the rest was about intent and focus. Those were the hardest parts, but once you mastered that, Transfiguration would be a lot easier.

Since Harry knew the feel to a needle thanks to the many holes and rips on his clothing he had to sew, he began to focus on it's pointy part and the way it looked and whispered the spell, his thoughts all focused turning the match into a needle.

Harry smiled wide when he laid his eyes on beautifully carved, five inch, silver needle. "Yes!" he yelled in his head.

"20 points to Gryffindor!" Harry looked up to see Professor Mcgonagall smiling proudly at him. "Mr. Potter over here seems to be the first to turn his match into a needle. And a remarkable one in fact. Wonderful job Mr. Potter!"

Harry flushed at the praise. No one had ever been proud of him!

Ron scowled beside him. "How did you do it? My stupid match just turned half bronze!"

Harry explained to him softly of what he read in the book. By the end of the class, Harry had helped Longbottom, who asked Harry to call him Neville, Ron, and Dean. Ron had managed a half bronze needle that had a dull point and Hermione Granger was the only other one who turned her match into a needle perfectly.

Charms was Harry's worst class for when Professor Flitwick called out Harry's name, he practically fell out of his chair with a loud squeak. Harry turned red and tried to sink into his chair as he heard the loud chuckles of his schoolmates.

Soon the classes came to an end and everyone congratulated each other for surviving the day.

Harry collapsed on his bed, his face splitting into a large grin. He and Ron had completed all their homework, with some pushing towards the red-haired boy. As Harry slowly succumbed to a blissful sleep, one thought flitted through his mind. I finally belong.

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