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First Impressions, part 2

The rest of their first week passed by in a excitement free manner. Harry and his classmates went to their first lesson of each subject, during which the teachers, more often than not, gave introductory speeches explaining about their class and what it would entail. All through the week Terry and Harry were avoided by the rest of their house. Watching the nervousness that always appeared on one of their faces simply being near them was a source of entertainment for both angel and vessel.

Due to the lack of bullying, Terry was starting to be more open and outgoing. Being friends with jokers and pranksters like Dri and Harry was giving him confidence and both were pushing him to apply himself rather than stay in the background.

The first class they had after Transfiguration was Herbology with the Slytherins, and Harry discovered that as he had suspected it simply wasn't a subject he could do. He knew the theory well enough, but plants just didn't like him. For some reason he just couldn't get the plants to do anything they were supposed to. The class was taken by Professor Sprout. He had a lot of respect for the Hufflepuff head of house, due to the tales Cedric had brought home from Hogwarts which always portrayed her in a good light.

His respect was well founded. She was fair and managed to control the Pureblood extremists in Slytherin without discriminating them.

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Charms class was one he enjoyed very much. Shared by the Gryffindor's, it was taught by a small, goblin sized teacher called Filius Flitwick, who also happened to be Harry's own head of house. At first, he didn't like him,because upon reading out Hayden's name in the roll call {Why not just call it a register} he had toppled off his pile of books that he had to sit on.

At his own name though, Flitwick had looked up at him and smiled as though he had helped him in some way or perhaps had done something that Flitwick was pleased with, though for the life of him he couldn't figure out what. {Got any idea?}

{Not a clue, Scar. Maybe that was actually an evil smile and he's really a demon with a sinister plan?}

{No I don't think that's it}

{Why not, you think he's a friendly goblin/human who you can go out on picnic's with and then play on the swings...NO! Of course not, he's far more likely to be a...}

{If he was a demon we'd be able to see his true form}

{...Uh...Shut up}

{*sigh* Moron}

During the class Flitwick explained the principles of charms and lectured them on the most basic of theory, but, to Harry, who knew this stuff off by heart, Flitwick clearly knew his stuff.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts was a joke. The teacher, Professor Quirrel, couldn't make it through a single sentance without stuttering madly. He spent the whole lesson stammering his way through an untrue fact file about vampire's.

{Holy Water...}

{Sunlight...}

{...Garlic}

{Idiot. Doesn't he know the only way to kill one is a beheading}

{Or a stake to the heart apparently. And the Colt}

As it turned out, no, the moron didn't know that. So far, Harry could tell he'd be able to teach this class better than Quirrel, which was saying something because he and Gabriel were public enemy numbers one and two among hunters in thirteen states of America for playing Tricks and pranks on people. In other words they were the most irresponsible and classroom unfriendly people on earth or heaven.

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Harry absolutely hated Astronomy. He could say that without a doubt. A class they took with the Hufflepuff's, involving them dragging themselves out of bed in the middle of the night to look at a bunch of stars and noting down constellations.

Harry really couldn't see the point so he spent the whole lecture talking to Gabriel and plotting pranks.

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History of Magic was another pointless and useless subject. Binns was a ghost. One day, he'd fallen asleep in the staff room, and when he woke up and walked off he just left his body behind. Didn't even notice at first, he just kept on teaching. And was still teaching to this day. In the most, boring monotone voice ever heard. And not to mention the fact that all his information was wrong and prejudiced. Needless to say most students took this class to either gossip or catch up on sleep

Harry actually made notes. On everything Binns was wrong about and what really happened.

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Potions was held in the dungeons and for some reason it was deemed a good idea to have a death eater teach a Slytherin/Gryffindor class. Regardless, Harry was currently sitting next to Terry in a freezing cold dungeon in a room full of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Once again he was flirting with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott who they were seated near, when the door to the classroom slammed open. Everyone jumped bar Harry who just sighed.

{Nice entrance Dungeon Bat}

{Tell me about it}

{And the billowing cloak thing. Gotta be a spell. Dramatic much}

{And no ones hair can be that greasy naturally}

{But who'd want to actually style it like that}

"POTTER!" a sudden cry of rage snapped Harry and Gabriel back to the classroom.

"Hey, Harry, he's uh kinda called your name a few times now," Terry whispered to him, but through the deadly silence {Death isn't silent. He's a junk eating, up-tight douche in a suit who enjoys playing with people's minds and cares only about himself} {Aside from the up tight and suit part, that's US} the rest of the class heard him.

Feeling like being awkward would be fun, he said out loud "But he hasn't my dear, Teddy," he said

"Terry"

"Eh, semantics,"

"What the...I don't even want to know what runs through your head," the annoyingly taller boy who was the second smallest in the class said, "And what do you mean he didn't?"

"He said 'Potter'"

At these words every student in the class groaned, almost everyone thinking the same thing This again! In every class he had attended and the name 'Potter, Harry' was called out Harry had instantly amended the teachers assumption on his name, instead choosing to introduce himself as Harrison Gabriel. And there was no way he wasn't going to do the same to Snape, knowing that he would be the most likely to not follow the instruction, thus giving Harry reason to ignore the man when he said 'Potter'. It was going to be so much fun!

"That is your name, your insufferable brat," Snape sneered.

"Ah but it isn't. You see you may have heard about a muggle thing called a name change. Well goblins have one too. My name is Harrison Samuel Dean Gabriel" he replied in an overly cheery voice; Sam and Dean being the name's he'd taken as middle names at the emancipation and official name change; he'd been Harry Gabriel for years before it went on paper. {I still don't know why you chose their names} Gabriel whinged inside his head.

{Admit it. They're your favorite playthings from before Elysian. Consider it a homage}

"Though if you want my full unofficial name including the parts I got rid off and don't officially have then it would be Harrison 'Harry' James Samuel Dean Gabriel Diggory Potter Loki. Try saying that ten times when your drunk," he continued with a cocky smirk that actually had Snape showing emotion. Granted he seemed to be growing increasingly angry (and proportionately colorful) with every second, but it was better than the emotionless mask and sneer worn by most Slytherins, particularly Snape. So it was a victory.

{I wonder if I can get him to break Vernon Whale's record for purple shades}

{Nah, never going to happen. Your 'Dumcles' record couldn't possibly be broken. It isn't humanly possible}

"I don't care what you think your name is, brat! Just as stupid and arrogant as your brother, and attention seeking," Snape sneered and finished roll calling while Harry threatened to literally blow the room of the map for comparing him to a Potter.

"You are here to learn the subtle and exact art of Potion Making," Snape said "There is no foolish wand waving in this class, so many of you will not believe this is magic. But I can teach you to bottle glory, brew love, and even stopper death. That is if you aren't the usual bunch of Dunderheads that I usually have to teach," and then looked over the class before barking, "Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an Infusion of Wormwood?"

Sighing Harry answered "My name is Gabriel, but just to show you up I'll answer. You'd get a sleeping draught so potent it is called the Draught of Living Death,"

Snape growled and asked another "What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

"Nothing they're the same plant, also known as aconite,"

"Where would you look if I told you to find a Bezoar?"

"Stomach of a goat. Also, your potions cabinet," Harry said before, leaning forward and tapping his temple whilst holding eye contact with the Potions Master "My turn to ask a question. What's tall, has a stinger, two mouths and makes you squeal like a girl?"

Snape blanched to a pale white color that looked unhealthy even on him, which was saying something considering he must have been the palest guy in Britain.

Through the remainder of the lesson, they worked on a boils potion. Apparently Snape was more bearable during the Claw/Puff lessons. Which in terms of Snape meant that he was equally vindictive to both sides of the room, rather than heavily biased against half of them. And honestly, the man's teaching skills were abysmal. 'Instructions are on the board, you have thirty minutes' or whatever wasn't teaching. And he doubted that Griselda Marchbanks would think it was. Nor would she or the ICW board of Teachers like the fact that a teacher was so unfair with the points system, and even less pleased if they found a certain tattoo on his left forearm.

{Wonder if I could get a tattoo from someplace?} All thought's of Snape now forgotten

{Don't even try. Ric's mother would flip. I like our ears, and don't want them shouted off, thanks}

{You always complain about them}

{Ears? It's not our fault we're so small. They're just proportional}

{Whatever. Want to go get some candy?}

{Now that's an idea I could go for. We can plot with Dri for revenge.} Revenge being against the Twins and Lee Jordan. They had been bombarding the duo with pranks non-stop in a vain attempt to get the younger pair to admit defeat. They also seemed to be winning the war, from the perspective of everyone else. But that was only because Dri and Harry planned to take them out with one fell sweep. And it was going to be BRILLIANT!

Lots of scene breaks in that chapter, but as you can see it is necessary. As you can see I've changed the house pairing for the different classes around a bit, so that there is more Ravenclaw/Gryff classes. Just imagine that Dumbledore did it to get Harry and Hayden closer.

Anyways; until next time. Yozza Out!