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And oh yes, all the stories that I do mostly begins with reasons for the plot, I already point out that this story will begin half-canonical in the beginning (and if not, now you know), so slow burning drama is my passion and I will never change.
I like to try to make things as logical as I can, regardless from my lack of writing skills and language barrier since I'm not English (which I also point out before and in my own profile).
And let me be honest with you all, as a Spanish speaker, writing in my language is a mess, it will loose the touch of the canonical voices in the show and the movie that I imagine in the first place, I literally need to hear the voice of the character so I could have a guess on how they speak. So yeah, Spanish is out of the question. Though I plan to publish the Spanish version anyway since, well, I just do that and traduce it at hand and google (when I'm too lazy).. Once I fix the other fixes that I did on this one. Contradictions everywhereee lol
I really am trying to get to the point of the story as soon as possible, something that I do by rewriting all chapters and reducing the actual length that they had and most importantly, trying to not get this story in too many chapters (+100 for example, it's too much unless I feel the motivation, but from this one I don't think so). The last one, Triangle at Alley", was supposed to be 8k in words with a lot of chat and everything, just imagine. This one will be a little bit filler but it has it picks (I really hope).
Comments – the good and the bad with critical explanations of why's or helpful recommendations and not from just because aka-to-put-bullshit - are always welcome.
That's all I want to say from here, since I really want to continue writing this even if I lost my motivation in this story. It's very lucky that I orchestrated all this before going missing. Even the ending.
N/A: I also tend to go beyond corrections in my stories, in fact now I'm looking at the chapters I've already published to see if there's something I missed fixing or add up.
So, with that out of my head, enjoy this new chapter!
Warnings: Re-writed and with possible bad grammar on the way (going to fix it in time if I notice things.. again). And sloooow burn!
Disclaimer: This is a crossover between Harry Potter and Gravity Falls, as such, I do not own the rights from them. This story is obviously for fun, so enjoy!
Chapter 9
Sortings and First Disaster
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"Put your wand down, kid! You'll put someone's eye out! And I don't want to be that someone!"
"Sorry," Harry said, putting it away in his clothes.
Harry had managed to convince Hagrid to drop him off at a hotel stating that he would be fine. And with the boy's secret weapon, he ended up agreeing. Now Harry and Bill could talk to each other without having to rely on the dream world or be interrupted by the Dursleys.
"Nervous?"
"Nervous," Harry confessed.
"You'll be fine, Harry," the triangle encouraged, ruffling his hair. "After all I taught you! Don't forget that I will be with you at all times. And if you need a little help or two, don't hesitate to tell me."
"Thank you Bill."
"You're welcome. Now go to sleep or you'll be old before you turn 126!"
"So we could do our typical 'Magic Cosmic Bullshitary' as usual?"
Bill narrowed his eye.
"I had to say it, it was that or someone else did it."
"You're lucky that you are my friend, Harry. Veeeeeery lucky."
"I know."
"You brat!"
In the morning, having finished breakfast, Harry and Bill were on their way down to the train where they would leave for Hogwarts. Harry was grateful to have a powerful being like Bill with him because the triangle was able to guide him to the barrier where platform nine and three quarters was without getting lost.
Since it was very early, there weren't many people moving around, so Bill had no problem helping him put away his luggage.
Harry on impulse picked up the wand again that was well hidden in his right arm, feeling the bond it had with it.
Harry would not forget the great surprise they had that day at Ollivanders, no matter how much Bill insisted on erasing their memory, for some reason.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Just in time."a voice echoed from down a hallway of the shop, Harry assuming that was the owner.
The sound of boxes falling could be heard with the sounds of sticks against wood, causing Harry and Bill to look at each other in concern.
Do you need help?" Harry asked with a Bill rising to the platform.
"There is no need, Mr. Potter," and as he said that, an old man appeared. "A small mishap that was easy to solve. Now let's look at your wand."
Without even stopping, the man began to touch and touch several boxes, leaving about 7 on the counter ready to be used. Bill was curious about the quantity, he had thought there would only be at least 3 wands to try but apparently these ones were screaming to be chosen.
Ollivanders, with a faraway look, handed Harry the first wand.
And the chaos began with a big explosion that destroyed all windows of the shop.
"No, no, that's not it," he murmured, returning the wand to its box.
Harry ignored Bill's laughter to pick up the next one. And small multicolored eyes appeared floating, blinking around him. Disturbed, Ollivanders touched the eyes and they burst like bubbles. That made the demon howler even more.
They continued until afternoon trying several wands and each time it went from bad to worse. It was tremendous chaos that was happening and Harry was worried about what would transpire inside Hogwarts (but he also was planning mischief from the inside).
That until Ollivander handled him a twin wand coincidentally with Voldemort's.
Curiousity his arse. He calls this bullshit.
"So you know Mr. Potter," the man spoke with tranquility. "That person may have done wonderful things, terrible things but yet wonderful ones. But with the legend on your back, chances are you'll do more than he ever did."
Since that day Bill wanted nothing but erase the memory.
"Kid!"
Harry jumped from his book.
"Damn Bill! You scared the shit out of me!"
"Ah, how lucky then that I didn't use an amplifier spell," he commented with a chuckle. "I was telling you that you better go change. We're already out of sight of the station."
"Oh, okay, sure!"
Snapping his fingers, Harry created a curtain over the window and the door's large window –as well as locking it– and he began to change.
Once inside a compartment and Harry dressed in the uniform, they began to talk about classes, topics to remember and different ways to alter a polyjuice potion. They were so involved that they didn't realize that something was with them. Until that something jumped out at Harry.
"AH!" he yelled, jumping in his seat. "Something bit me!"
"Calm down kid, it's just a toad," Bill said as he stood in front of the amphibian. Who do you belong to?"
The frog made noises in response without taking its eyes off of his.
"Neville Longbottom," he repeated. "Well you can stay with us until he shows up."
"When are you going to run out of languages, Bill?"
"Until they destroy me with a quantum destabilizer, kid!"
"With a what?"
"Uuh... no idea. I said it without thinking"
Harry didn't know what to say after that.
Returning to their topic of conversation with an extra companion on Harry's lap, they were again interrupted by a tapping at the window. And a shy curly-haired girl appeared asking if she could sit down.
"Sure, no problem!"
Carefully the girl sit down in front of him, her book remaining next to her. Upon noticing the name of the book she had, Harry decided to start an awkward conversation that, to his surprise, made the newcomer's eyes shine.
Bill then knew that the girl was intelligent and passionate about knowledge just like him. Only she recited a lot from books and not from her own opinion, in addition to having a commanding tendency that Harry was able to notice. But that could be fixed as she matured enough (and with a helping hand that he will mostly apply), at least the young wizard had someone who could compete with him now.
"Sorry to interrupt you but... you haven't told me your name," Harry said, scratching his hair.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry! I always end up rambling... My name is Hermione Granger, and you are...?"
"Harry Potter."
This is where he forgot how famous he was, as Hermione turned red and excitedly emphasized that she had read all about him. A detail that Harry wanted to get out of her head before it gets worse. He didn't want to lose a future brain partner after all.
"How could they know about me," Harry began slowly, "if I was just a baby at the time?" Do they even know my tastes? My hobbies? My principles? Or my dreams?"
Harry leaned in a little, noticing the girl's small jump but not taking it into account.
"I bet you not. Not everything that is written in the books is true, Hermione. Information will always have something out of place or it will not be accurate.
For example, it wasn't me who defeated You-Know-Who but my parents who they died to protect me. Also, how was a one year old baby able to defeat a grown up wizard with much experience at all? Maybe my mother did something before dying, casting a spell or her soul. Who knows?
Before claiming to know someone or something you should need to experiment or look for reliable sources first. If you really want to know about Harry Potter, well, here I am."
And with that they ended up being friends. Hermione asked him things in relation to the subject which, to Bill's great relief, it had been very useful to him since now they were having a debate regarding Charms.
Another guest appeared to accompany them. Like Hermione, he timidly entered the cabin with a low greeting, being greeted by the cheerful voice of the muggle-born and half-blood encouraging him to sit down.
That is until he introduced himself as Neville.
"Hey, is this one yours?" Harry asked innocently, showing him the toad in his hands.
"Trevor!" the boy exclaimed happily, extending his arms to receive the amphibian. "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome," Harry said, lifting his shoulders with a smile. "So, do you know which house they will stay in?"
"I was thinking about getting into Gryffindor," Hermione replied. "It's where Dumbledore was sorted."
"My grandmother says she should also get into Gryffindor like my father," Neville said, rubbing his hair. "But I'm not sure if I can, I... I'm not brave"
"My guardian told me that I could end up in between Gryffindor and Slytherin," Harry confessed. "But, you know? It's better to think that you could be sorted anywhere you wish to. Although I would prefer to stay away from Gryffindor."
He saw that Hermione was about to argue but he interrupted her. "First of all, I don't hate the house. After all, that entire house was where my parents were sorted in."
"Then w-why don't you want to stay there Harry?"
"Because it would be too stressful and me and stress don't get alone."
Hermione and Neville stared at him, confused.
Harry then began to explain how most Gryffindors had a tendency to rush into danger and how their pride was always their downfall. Although he admired the camaraderie they presented, but there was always that internal judgment that concerned him if you did something they considered "Dark," labeling you as a dark wizard or a Death Eater. In addition to the absolute hatred towards the house of the snake, even if most of them are not nice.
While houses like Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had another style of socialization unlike the Slytherins.
Hermione paled when he talked about racism and what they did to be pure blood.
He had to admit that he admired the great things that Merlin did despite being of Slytherin house, but he would not be inclined to enter the same house either, also emphasizing that it would be suicide for him since he "defeated" his Dark Lord.
Ravenclaw only cared about learning and Hufflepuff were nothing but loyat to each other, and they're also a neutral party towards the rest of the houses, which is major reason to incline going in those than the lion or the snake house.
That left the two children to consider their posicions. Hermione wanted to go in Gryffindor because Albus Dumbledore, the wizard who defeated Gellert Grindelwald and current Headmaster, was from there, but seeing Harry's points of view, she decided to reconsider it further.
While Neville already knew of the implications and his strengthening by going to Hufflepuff grew quite a bit.
Bill, on the other hand, was happy watching everything from Harry's head, having woken up from his nap by the start of the explanation.
When they arrived at the station, they were guided by Hagrid who greeted them with a big smile and pushed them towards some boats. Bill got up from a confused Harry's head and shot towards the lake, diving into it. Chalking it up to one of his oddities, Harry sat with Hermione, Neville, and one Ronald Weasley.
They soon arrived at the gates of Hogwarts and the first years were very anxious. Bill had returned completely dry, flying over Harry and staying up there.
They were received by Minerva McGonagall who welcomed them, explained the school rules and what houses there are present.
When she finished, she left with the warning that she would return shortly, leaving the first years very nervous at the door.
The three children –and the extra– began to talk about how they would be selected, since the redhead stated that it would be through a test, mostly by fighting a troll. Hermione hurriedly recited the spells she memorized and Neville stood pale in her place.
Harry, on the other hand, knew what would happen, but to not being suspicious, he acted nervous. Would it be too soon to tell Hermione and Neville about Bill?
The young wizard couldn't help but feel bad at the idea of not telling his new friends about Bill. He was his best friend and his guardian after all. But he knew better, he had to pretend until he was sure who to trust.
"Harry, look," Bill's voice interrupted him before he heard the screams of the other children.
Harry turned around and had to suppress a squeal. About twenty ghosts, white and slightly transparent, had just passed through the back wall arguing among themselves without even paying attention to the students.
One of them, the one who looked like a short, fat monk, was the most expressive of all of them. Apparently they were arguing about giving someone named Peeves another chance.
From what? Harry wasn't sure.
"Oh, and this?"
The ghosts stopped to look at the first years with wide eyes.
Nothing was said at first but it wasn't for long, the joy from the ghosts faces were palpable the more they saw the students.
"New students!" shouted one of them, Fat Fraile, smiling. "Waiting for the selection, aren't you?" some nodded with excitement and curiosity, including Harry, others still couldn't get over the astonishment of seeing ghosts flying freely through the castle.
"I hope to see you all in Hufflepuff!" the ghost continued with a big smile. "It's my old house, you see! Ah, the good old days."
"Fraile..." a woman in gray began without taking her eyes off their heads. "Look who's coming with them."
Fraile raised his face in confusion until he let out a gasp, if that was possible, finally noticing Bill's presence.
"By Merlin!" he exclaimed, quickly approaching where the triangular entity was, shaking its hand. "It's been centuries, good sir! It's a pleasure to see you again!"
"Thank you! But you don't need to tell me good sir, my name is Bill Cipher now," Bill returned the gesture shinning yellow. The other ghosts soon came over to shake his hands in the same way. Even Peeves, who had sensed the entity from miles away, greeted him cordially and without malice.
The children saw the interaction strangely, since they could not see who the ghosts were greeting with so fanatically while Harry tried not to laugh. It was so strange to see Bill surrounded by energetic ghosts, the triangle likely reciprocated their praises just as passionately as the others.
It was clear that Bill had no problems with attention, because with multiple hands –literally– he managed to shake all their hands at once.
Maybe going to Hogwarts was a good idea after all.
"We hope to see you at the feast, Mr. Bill," Nearly Headless Nick commented, receiving a nod from the rest of the group. "It would be an honor to have your presence here in the castle."
"Of course! Sure, only after they select my ward."
The ghosts looked down and, to their surprise, recognized Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, waving lowly at them. Well, he didn't want to attract more attention, thank you very much.
Everyone was lost among themselves that they didn't notice Professor McGonagall's early arrival, looking at the scene in confusion. Who was that with so much respect?
After a while she was noticed and, one by one, the ghosts left (Peeves was being dragged by the Blood Baron) allowing the ceremony to begin.
Soon the children were taken to the Great Hall -said by Bill- where he saw the Sorting Hat on a stool and from which he began to sing.
Bill decided to accompany the ghosts on the roof, receiving a wink from the green-eyed one.
When the hat finished the song, the room was filled with applause, including Bill's. Professor McGonagall appeared with a large scroll and began calling in alphabetic order.
The children who were named began to be selected into their houses. Harry watched as Hermione was sorted into Ravenclaw, Neville into Hufflepuff. Even the blonde boy they met in the alley, Draco Malfoy, fell into Slytherin –very quickly if he may add.
Harry's nerves soon got the better of him, and he decided to distract himself by looking at the staff table, coming upon bright blue eyes.
A strange sensation came over him and, as quickly as it came, it vanished.
What just-?
"How are you hanging it, kid?"
"Bill, don't scare me like that!" exclaimed the boy under his breath. "Weren't you with the other ghosts?"
"There was a change of plans," the entity said before floating next to him, not daring to look at the hopeful face of Nicholas. "I thought it would be more fun to see the initiation up close. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not-"
"Great! Now you can go back on snooping, you naughty kid."
Harry just rolled his eyes but did as he was told, carefully moving his eyes from right to left, stopping right at the long-nosed, greasy black haired man sitting next to Quirrell. As soon as he looked at him, his scar began to burn.
"Harry, are you okay?" he heard Bill and Ronald ask at the same time. A disturbing combination.
"Yes, it's nothing"
The annoying boy just shrugged his shoulders and continued watching the selection, while Bill approached him worried.
"My scar... it started to hurt..." Harry said under his breath.
"Your scar?" Bill's eye sharpened. "How did that happen?"
"I don't know..." he hissed, rubbing his forehead again. "I was looking at the other teachers-"
"The teachers, you said?" Bill interrupted, looking at each of them, analyzing their expresions. "Which one?"
"The one in black," he whispered, directing his gaze again to the wizard, who was now talking with Quirrell.
In an instant Bill was in front of the man, eye wide open, covering everything he could of his body. The demon could notice the same sensation of magic that he felt in Quirrell but more prominent and right into his left arm, frustrating him.
Well, now the boy had to be careful of two dark magical nuisances. Just his shaped luck.
The black haired man seemed to have a sixth sense or something, as he surreptitiously looked for whoever was watching him. But Bill had already returned to Harry's side, frowning his eye.
"I don't think it was him, kid," Bill finally told him. "But I'll keep an eye on this. Just in case."
"Thank you Dorito.."
"You're welcome Harr-" he narrowed his eye at the smug face of the kid. "I told you to not call me that-
"Potter, Harry!"
The name scared them both, Bill stepped aside so Harry could move forward, ignoring the whispers of the other children. Anxiously, the young wizard sat on the stool, preparing to receive the hat on his head.
"Mmm, what a surprise," a voice in his mind said. "A great surprise indeed. Harry Potter linked to the one-eyed beast itself. This year will be very interesting!"
"And I hope it stays that way," Bill said with his arms crossed. "So not spoilers to your master or you will have serious problems with me."
"Of course not. Of course not. It is not my role to reveal other people's secrets. Especially from someone who can destroy me with a snap of his fingers," and moving sideways he continued. "Now, which house can I take you to? Mmmh… difficult.. Very difficult. You have all the qualities to enter any house. Do you have any suggestion?
"I'd like to join the same one as my parents," Harry whispered, surprising Bill. "But I know that crazy old man will have more control over me if I go into Gryffindor..."
"Slytherin would be advantageous," Bill commented on him. "You could be close to Tom Riddle's origins."
"I mean yeah, but at the same time it would be suicidal," Harry stressed in a hiss, seeing Draco Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. "The children of his followers are in that house. It would be like walking blindly off a cliff Bill."
"So what do you suggest?"
After thinking carefully, Harry had an idea. And as quickly as it arrived, he smiled mischievously. Bill narrows his eye in suspicion. He loves Harry like the friend he is, but he also hates it when he comes up with pranks.
"Will that be your final decision, Harry Potter?"
"Yeah."
"Very well, if that's what you want, then let it be…"
RAVENCLAW!
"Well shit."
"Certain death, huh?" Bill commented into his shoulder as Harry followed the Ravenclaw Prefect, imitating the headmaster's voice. "What a way to exaggerate things! And also too obvious."
"What are you talking about?" Harry whispered.
"It's obvious that that crazy old man wants the students to check the third floor," Bill explained, sending a look at Peeves who was holding some canes. The ghost just nodded and left silently down to the dungeons for new victims. "If he wanted to be serious, he should have at least let the Prefects know or putting a Fidelius charm or something."
"That would have been ideal."
"What would have been ideal, Harry?" Hermione's voice alerted them.
"I-It would have been ideal to have been able to grab more chocolate cake," he answered her nervously.
Hermione narrowed her eyes before shrugged and continued walking, but her eyes showed that she wouldn't let the matter go. Harry just sighed before continued. "So what should we do?"
"You are going to go to your classes," Bill points out at him. "As for me, I will be exploring the castle. It's been literaly centuries since I've been here, so I'm going to explore the "prohibited" room.. But before solving boringly that forbidden mystery, I'll be watching your first practical classes! I refuse to miss an opportunity such as this now that you are a Ravenclaaaaw~"
Harry only groaned in dismay.
Since the hat sorted him in Ravenclaw Bill could not stop spamming bird jokes or comparing him to a tiny and fluffy pigeon. The worse ones were the puns. Oooooh the puuunss..
As they passed by the Common room to give the correct answer to the door, the first years went to their own rooms. Harry was the first to fall into bed exhausted with a "goodnight" to Bill and his new roomates, closing the curtains.
Sighing, the triangular being snapped his fingers and bathed the bed in spells of silence inside in case he talks on his sleep (which yes, Harry does according to an amused Bill). Content with his crafting, he rose in the air and banished with a 'pop' out of the common room.
He had to make sure that the old fool wasn't going to use Legilimens against his kid again. But first, he had to investigate the school. He hadn't visited it in years and he wanted to take advantage of the fact that everyone was asleep.
"Oh, this would be so much fun!" Bill cackled with madness.
The One-Eyed-Beast was unleashed while Harry sleeps with a smile not knowing the coming chaos that will be arising soon.
The next day…
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"FUCK!" Harry falls from the bed but put himself together, he rushed back inside closing the curtains. "For fuck's sake. Again with the air horn? Really!?"
"Hey don't blame me!" Bill said with his eye in a hidden smile. "Blame how fucking fun they are!"
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"Anyway, raise an shine, sunshine! You have classes to attend to."
"Uuuuugh!" his head hits the pillow.
"Hey, don't make me use the other thing on yo-."
"OKAY, I'M UP!"
Rushing out of there jumping out of bed with a 'nope!' and almost falling over, Harry went to start his first day of class at Hogwarts.
Except for one little thing.
"That old colt!" Bill screamed in red, glaring at the piece of paper. "He put most of the classes from the Ravenclaws with Gryffindors and Sytherins on purpose! I can only see at least three classes with the Hufflepuffs! What the bloody hell is his problem!?"
"Em, hello? Megalomaniac manipulator for the greater good? Control freak? The same one who maybe will put me with a possible unknown person that will make me a living hell? Or try to force me form a friendship with someone that I barely know? A lot of things Bill."
"You weirdly sounded just like me over there," Bill looked at him eye widened. "And I don't like it."
"That's what I felt when you used Dumbledore's voice yesterday," Harry deadpanned checking on his new classes for today. "It seems that first class for today are with the Gryffindors. Ah man, what a nightmare."
"I agree with you," the sudden voice of Hermione startled him. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"Don't worry. I'm used to it," he then realized what she said. "What with the Gryffindors do?"
"Nothing to me at least," she said picking a cup of tea. "But there's this one ginger boy who is claiming to be your best friend. It was so annoying in the way here."
"Yeah, s-super annoying really," a nervous Neville approached them, standing beside Hermione, "Hello guys."
"Hey Neville," the two of them greeted before Hermione continued. "Did you noticed our schedule?"
"Yeah, and there is s-something going on there."
"Did you guys noticed it too?"
"Well, obviously," Hermione said frankly. "We almost don't have many classes with the Hufflepuff but mostly with Gryffindor and Slytherin. But I don't understand why."
"I got something," Harry admitted. "However, I don't know if it is correct yet."
"Whatever it is, it's an issue," Neville mumbled. "I had the feeling that it involves you, Harry."
"Uh, I was fearing that," Harry groaned in frustration. "I even wish that I wasn't this fucking famous."
"Harry language!" screeched Hermione.
"Sorry but not sorry!" he then ran away laughing in madness, dodging a flying bread.
Instead for only accompanying him from one day, Bill decided to postpone his exploration by sticking with him for the whole week because of his Equilateral Paranoia. Or EP as Harry likes to call it.
He didn't mind about the company, walking alongside Hermione and not getting lost in the process (with Peeves guiding them surprisingly) they reached to their first class; History of Magic.
Harry had to fight a LOT to not fall asleep, the class was something that he already knew. And by looking at Hermione taking notes, he get the feel that she too. He could heard one of the Gryffindors snoring in the background.
In the end it was Bill who decided to make things a little bit funnier.
"This class needs more acting."
The chaos was imminent and quite disturbing but he didn't dislike it. Harry had to hold a stoned face when Professor Binns suddenly started to exaggerate the tales of the Goblin's revolution, making hand gestures, sometimes even flying and do drawings on the board in a messy way, all by looking exasperated at Bill.
The whole class was awake by that point and really listening to the ghost teacher, and Harry had managed to take notes about things that he didn't know about. This class would be the big set of rumors from the old generations and so on.
And Binns had to admit that he liked to teach the students like that.
Charms was next and Bill liked it, even when he put made Professor Flitwick a mass of nervous. The poor half-goblin could sense the aura of ancient around him but couldn't pinpoint where or who.
Hermione tried to help the same ginger boy –mostly for pity than actual helping- but the kid snarked at her that he didn't need the help of a girl. Harry narrowed his eyes and instead managed to drag her attention towards him, asking her how to do the spell.
When they got out she thanked him and the both of them went for lunch.
By the rest of the week it was more a challenge than learning, although there were good moments that he gave them credit. Most of them at least.
Transfiguration was by far Harry's second favorite, as the Head of House of the lions was strict and a neutral party –which gave her points–, always on point and very serious about their performance in her class.
And the Hufflepuffs were with them, which mean Nevile was dragged instantly by the two birds.
When she turned her table into a pig, though, it was inevitable of the call of weirdness.
"I give it a ten!"
Which was Bill's curios big eye scaring the transfigured pig. The Professor had to stun it and turned back to normal with a flustered face but it didn't linger. She made the students transform a match into a needle and both he and Hermione had 10 points each for doing it smoothly.
They helped Neville and he managed to do it even with a different wand, which Bill noticed. They had now an ideal Chrismas present to do for the young Longbottom.
When they were out, Harry had the need to turn around because; one, his scar started to hurt and it was making him have a headache, two, because there were the Slytherins with Draco Malfoy sending him –mostly Hermione– nasty looks, and three, because the teacher was a joke.
Even Hermione decided to ignore the class and put a book on her so she could sleep. Bill couldn't stand the stuttering any longer and, with a gleam of mischief, summoned many bats to come after the Professor.
Quirrell was a total mess running away from the bats while the students were laughing.
The sound scared Hermione but she then fell asleep again, not caring about the fate of the boring teacher. Harry decided not reprimand him, since the pain on his scar was totally gone.
Potions class though…
"Are you sure I can't turn him into a bat? Also you need to add the pickled Shrake spines now."
"For the last time Bill, no," Harry hissed while putting said ingredient on the cauldron. "And thanks."
It was coincidence that his first guesses of the colt forcing him to befriend an idiot was correct, but getting also right to be put into someone that hates his guts for no bloody reason at all. Yeah, he hated his Potterluck.
The fact that he was the focus of his irie didn't go unnoticed by the Ravenclaws, especially Hermione since she had her hand up all the time and Professor Snape didn't even glance at her.
Harry obviously answered two of his questions correctly (the first question was advanced, mostly for the fifth year so Bill had to step in), but the greasy man abducted 5 points from being a conceited.
The Ravenclaws –even Hermione, my god they have corrupt her already– were indignant and they were ready to inform this to the Head of House.
Nonetheless Harry didn't give a damn and continued to pay attention. The instructions were on the board and everyone rushed to do their own things in pairs.
Before Snape could do anything Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and drag him away into the corner, ignoring completely the teacher's orders. She lost respect the moment he was antagonizing her friend.
And now here they were, Harry adding ingredients for the Boil-Cure Potion while Hermione went to look for something that he forgot to bring.
"Can't even believe you forgot the Porcupine Quills," Blii floated around him in amusement, eye glomming in laughter. "You, who loves Potions as much as cooking."
"I was distracted!" groaned silently Harry. "Bloody Snape was being a creep when I was picking them."
Bill was about to refute it when they heard a loud whistle across the room. They, along with the rest of the students, fixed their gaze on Goyle and Crabbe who, somehow, transformed Crabble's cauldron into a boiling paste, the potion spilling out quickly making nice burns and holes in the students' shoes.
"Harry, get on the stool!"
Harry obeyed and, within seconds, the entire class was also in their seats except for Goyle. The poor boy had been soaked with the substance and was now lying there in pain.
The black haired boy saw by the corner of his eye Hermione getting out of the storage with the missing ingredient.
"Hermione don't go near!"
"Wha-? Wow!" she backed up immediately, almost returning inside the room, astonished by the mess.
Harry returned his eyes on Goyle, watch him helplessly as the boy whimper and Bill followed his gaze, wondering whether to help him or not.
But Snape was not happy at all. After berating Goyle and the cauldron vanished with the mess, he sent him and Crabbe to the infirmary.
"Potter! Why didn't you tell him not to put the spikes in?" Snape snapped, taking him by surprise. "You thought that if he did wrong you would look good, didn't you? That's another five points you lose for Ravenclaw."
Harry opened his eyes completely bewildered at the injustice and Bill, with a contracted pupil, shone bright red. They saw the professor turn around and walk to his desk with a twisted smile on his lips.
"That's it!" Bill exclaimed madly, his voice altering and deeper. "I've had enough!"
He snapped his fingers and made Snape's shoes slip like soap and the wizard fell face first onto the floor.
Right where the remains of that potion were still scattered.
Books, quills, and ink flew out and hit Professor Snape's body, the books hitting the professor as the ink dripped into his greasy hair. The pens, taking advantage of the ink, wrote symbols on his face that only Bill understood, making him laugh.
The class laughed at the spectacle while Harry watched his grumpy teacher get manhandled and try to get up only to trip on the ink and hurt himself even more, the sounds of pain held back from his throat.
The image of himself on the ground surrounded by Dudley and his friends woke him up from the shock.
'Bill, stop…'
The whispering voice in Harry's mind surprised Bill by placing his eye against his greens. Sadness and sympathy was what was needed for him to snap his fingers again, stopping everything.
The class ended with Snape in a rampage and the students, both Slytherins and Ravenclaws, fled the scene in terror. Harry walked up the stairs alone following the group in front of him, finally free from his classes.
How 'wonderful' this week was.
However, Bill had left the dungeon without saying anything while still turning red, and that had discouraged him even more from losing points in his first week of school.
But that was not important, the main issue was..
Where did Bill go?
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