The next morning, Harry woke up by 6:00AM, as was his habit. He looked around him, and the other boys were still asleep. Ron was snoring away, but no sound came, due to Percy Weasley putting a silencing Charm around everyone's beds.

Harry dressed silently and strapped on his hunting knives and his rings. He even grabbed an emergency stash consisting of a small square of ambrosia and a bottle of nectar, before padding down the stairs. He mentally thanked Hunter Theia for teaching him how to be stealthy.

The demigod snuck out of the portrait and opted to go exploring. Admittedly, he had to dodge caretaker Argus Filch twice, but escaped both times with Filch being none-the-wiser. Eventually, he made his way to a stadium, which he guessed was used for Quidditch.

After a small warm-up, Harry set off at a jog around the entire stadium. Five laps later, he found a stray dummy, so he decided to practice his archery and knife-play. Following a bout of hacking and slashing, and firing arrows, he headed back to the castle. Harry checked his watch and was surprised to learn that only an hour had passed.

As he entered the courtyard, he began to feel a little hungry. So he headed to the Great Hall. Fortunately, there were a handful of students milling around, so he quietly took a seat. He didn't have to wait long until more students began trickling down.

Neville, Dean, Seamus and a couple of Gryffindor First-Year boys sat next to him, with the girls on the other side of the table. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Where's Ron?"

Hermione scowled, "Lazy prat refused to wake up. I told him we would be late for our first day of school."

Harry raised his hands placatingly, "Whoa! Ease up, will you! This is just the first day, and nobody is THAT strict about breakfast."

She glared at him and huffed, and he sighed in response, "Fine… I'll go get him. Give me 10 minutes."

He raced back to the tower, luckily reaching the portrait just as one of the seniors had opened it. He climbed up the stairs and entered the dorm room. Sure enough, Ron was sprawled out in his bed, lying on his stomach and snoring away. This time, the Silencing charms were down, so he got a full blast of the cacophony.

He ignored the din and made his way to Ron's bed. Harry shook the boy, "Oi! Wake up Ron! You're going to miss breakfast!"

There was no response, and Harry tried two more times. After a minute a smirk plastered itself on his face and he said to himself, "Now where do I get some ice?"

Suddenly, there was a *pop* near him. He jumped, nearly whipping out his knives in the process. The demigod spotted a small being, that was two feet tall with spindly arms and legs. The being spoke up in a high squeaky voice, "Greetings Hoggy student! I's being Flopsy. I is a House-elf. Here's being an ice cube that you's wanted"

He smiled as the house-elf, "Thank you Flopsy. It's nice to meet you, and this is perfect! I'll leave you to your duties."

The elf nodded once and popped away. Harry turned back to the snoring Ron with an evil smirk. He called out in a sing-song voice, "Oh Ron! This is my last warning! Wake up!"

The redheaded lump refused to budge and Harry sighed, "I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice."

He grabbed the back of the boy's collar and slipped the ice cube down the back of his pyjamas. Moments later, there was a howl, "BLOODY HELL! THAT'S COLD!"

Ron got up and glared at a laughing Harry. The black-haired boy composed himself, "I'm not apologising. You were not waking up, no matter what I tried. I got desperate. Now, get your butt to the showers, we're waiting downstairs for you, so that we can have breakfast together."

Ron grumbled, "Fine, fine! I'm coming."

Just as Harry left the room to give Ron some privacy, two pairs of hands grabbed him. He spun around, ready to defend himself, when he spotted the red-headed twins grinning at him. One spoke, "Hello, ickle Harrykins. I must say, that was a neat trick in waking up Ronnie boy. I'm Fred, that is my less handsome brother, George. Georgie? Why didn't we ever think of that?"

Harry shrugged, "Does he always oversleep?"

The two nodded with mad grins on their faces. Harry's own face split into a grin, "Excellent… I guess it's up to me to break him from that bad habit."

They left, and two minutes later, Ron emerged and the two of them headed to the Great Hall. Hermione spotted the two and waved them over, "There you two are! Come on! Hurry up and eat! We'll be late for class!"

Annoyed, Ron was about to retort, when Harry cut him off. He sarcastically quipped, "Umm… I missed the part where you decided to become my mum. Lighten up, will you? It's only the first day."

She glared at him.

He fixed her with his piercing emerald and silver eyes, "I understand that we're in a school and that you are eager to study. However, you have heard the phrase 'All work and no play', right?"

Hermione snapped, "That's just a myth invented by lazy people!"

He shrugged, "Suit yourself"

They ate in silence for a bit, then, Professor McGonagall came over and handed them their schedules. Fortunately, that day was a day off for them, and they were free to explore the castle, except for the Third Floor corridor.

Before long, everyone split up to do their own thing. Harry suddenly remembered his promise to the Sorting Hat. He trotted over to the nearest student and asked where the Headmaster's Office was. When they asked why, he simply said that he wanted to talk to him about some personal matters.

Professor Dumbledore was in his office, writing some letters, when he saw Harry step in. He smiled, "Hello Harry, may I call you Harry?"

"Only in an informal setting, sir. I'd rather you not be accused of favouritism. I was actually wondering if I could talk to the Sorting Hat. He and I were having a rather interesting conversation."

The Headmaster got up and retrieved the Hat. Once again, a tear appeared on it, forming a mouth. It spoke, "Hello again, Mr. Potter. I see that you have returned. Hello Albus… prepare for the surprise of your life. Harry Potter is the first demigod wizard since the Founders of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, "You mean, the Founders were demigods too?"

"Aye… Godric was the son of Zeus, long before the Big 3 Pact. Helga was a daughter of Demeter. Rowena was a child of Athena, and Salazar was the son of Hecate."

Albus asked, "What is the Big 3 Pact?"

"Ahh… That is quite a story. You see, any child of the eldest three Gods, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, are the most powerful ones. Their existence alone, has helped shape many major world events. You remember the Second World War? It was basically a conflict with the children of Zeus and Poseidon, fighting the children of Hades. Of course, that pesky upstart, Grindelwald, took advantage of the conflict, to start his own war. After the War ended, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades swore a Pact on the River Styx to never sire any children. Now, swearing on the Styx is a very serious vow, and breaking it has massive repercussions."

Dumbledore asked, "Why did they swear it?"

"There was a prophecy. It goes like this,

'A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep,

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his days.

Olympus to preserve or raze.'"

The Hat continued, "Anyway, Godric was actually safe, because the pact was made long after his birth. However, Salazar was partly jealous of the other three. This was because Hecate is considered a minor goddess, compared to the likes of Zeus, Demeter and Athena. In the main Olympian Council, all three of them have a seat, but Hecate did not. This was one of the biggest reasons behind the Founders' fallout. The whole Muggle-born vs Pure Blood drivel was mostly a minor reason behind it. Salazar was mostly afraid that the muggle parents would try to kill their children to purge them of magic."

Dumbledore was gobsmacked, "Incredible! This will turn the entire Wizarding World on its head! Is there proof of this though?"

The Hat hummed, "Last I heard, Salazar kept everything recorded in a journal hidden in his precious Chamber."

"Thank you, you have been most helpful."

Dumbledore turned back to Harry, "Now, I suggest you run along now"

After Harry left the office, he came across a thin woman wearing thick round glasses. She was draped in a gauzy shawl, and wore bangles covered with shining sequins and glittering strings of beads.

She spoke up in an ethereal voice, "Hello young child, I am Professor Trelawney. I teach Divination from third year and above as an elective course."

Suddenly she froze up. Her mouth opened and a green mist emerged from it, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing like twenty thousand snakes. She spoke:

"A stone of power, bathed in red.

An evil in another's head.

Two chosen foes will clash once more

Deep within the house of four.

Reflected is your true desire

Past might and wit and arcane fire.

A Lord of darkness, seeking life

Wishing pain and toil and strife,

Will yield to none and grasp his goal

And know new power in his soul."

With that, the mist dissipated and she slumped forward. Luckily, Harry caught her before she fell. Half-dragging the unconscious woman, Harry called out for help. Just then, an older Ravenclaw girl with blonde hair and a prefect badge came running out to help him. She introduced herself as Penelope Clearwater as she and Harry half-carried Trelawney.

Eventually, they reached the Hospital Wing, and Harry was introduced to Madam Pomfrey. Penelope explained that Harry found Professor Trelawney unconscious. This prompted a few disapproving clucks from the matron. She grumbled, "This woman probably had far too much fire whiskey. It is only the first day"

Eventually, the prefect left, and Harry half stumbled back to Gryffindor Tower. When he reached, he pulled out a notebook and wrote down the prophecy in Ancient Greek.

Afterwards, he decided not to dwell on it and went to find Hermione. He did promise to teach her Ancient Greek after all. Apparently, she was a very fast learner. In just the span of a few hours, she was able to write fluently.

On the second day of school, classes officially began. Just before he started his day, Harry told Professor McGonagall about his dyslexia and preference for writing in Ancient Greek. Since she was also aware of his heritage, she approved of his plan to have Hermione translate for him.

Classes were fairly alright, but History of Magic was a nightmare, especially for a child with ADHD. Herbology was a nice class and something he was fairly alright at, considering how much time he spent in the wilds with the Hunters. Charms was fun, as Professor Flitwick was an excitable little man. Deputy Headmistress McGonagall was hard, but fair. If Harry didn't know any better, she was either Athena in disguise or one of her Legacies.

The less said about Professor Quirrell's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the better. In a nutshell, it was an absolute joke. When Harry first stepped inside the classroom, his senses were filled to the brim with the stench of garlic. Rumours among the seniors, was that the garlic was supposed to ward off vampires.

Having fought a couple of empousai in his youth, Harry was a bit suspicious of that statement. However, he figured that the vampires in the wizarding world were different. The stuttering man also dodged several questions about how he fought off the various dark creatures.

That Friday, he asked Dean Thomas, "What have we got today?"

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," came the reply. "Snape's Head of Slytherin House. Rumor has it that he always favors them - we'll be able to see if it's true."

Percy's voice interrupted then, "Yes, I need to talk to you lot, about him. Whatever you do, do not antagonise him. Even if you feel that he is favouring Slytherin, DO. NOT. CALL. HIM. OUT. ON. IT. You will only make it worse for your house."

An hour later, Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors trooped down to the dungeons. A minute later, the greasy-haired man from the Opening Feast stalked in, with his black robes billowing.

Just like with Professor Flitwick, Snape started with the attendance. He paused at Harry's name and drawled condescendingly, "Ah, Yes… Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously and refused to rise to the bait. Snape continued the roll call before putting down the register.

He paced back and forth, "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect that you will really understand the beauty of a 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. That is, if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Harry was now sure that if Athena had heard him, she would have flogged him on the spot. His mum would have done a lot worse.

Suddenly he barked, "Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air, but Harry ignored her. He spoke clearly, "In addition to sloth brain and Sopophorous bean juice, you will get a powerful sleeping potion called Draught of Living Death, sir."

Snape froze slightly, before muttering, "Beginner's Luck."

Out loud, he ordered, "If I told you to find me a bezoar, where would I find it?"

"If it is unavailable in this laboratory, you can buy it in any Apothecary. Aside from that they can be found in the stomach of any farm animal like a cow, sheep, pig, horse or a goat. However, it is believed that the bezoars found in goats' stomachs are far more potent in saving people from poisons and poorly-brewed potions. Especially when compared to any other domesticated animal, sir."

One eyebrow was raised, "Finally, what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

Harry was ready once again, "It depends on the location, sir. They are essentially the same plant. Though, in the United Kingdom and other parts of Europe, it is called Wolfsbane. Meanwhile in Africa, Asia and Australia, it is known as Monkshood. However, in North and South America, it is known by the name, Aconite, sir."

This time, both of Snape's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. The rest of the class, gaped at him, with their jaws dropped. Even Hermione was staring in disbelief. The professor studied Harry for a few seconds, before saying, "It seems that there is some hope for you after all… Sit down."

He agonised a little while longer before gritting out, "Five points to Gryffindor."

Snape looked at everyone else, "Well… why aren't you all copying that down?"

Everyone scrambled for their parchments, but Harry got a head-start on them. The lesson continued, with Snape dividing everybody into pairs. Hermione stuck by Harry, with Ron partnering Neville next to him. Harry looked at her and she understood his message. Together, they walked up to Snape.

Harry spoke softly, "Professor, I just wanted to forewarn you. I have been diagnosed with dyslexia, so English will be difficult for me to read. I have found that I can understand Latin, but Ancient Greek is one of my strengths. It is alright if I submit my essays and writings in that language?"

He fixed his black beady eyes on them, "You may… I am assuming, Granger will be assisting you? However, I must insist that the work be accurate. I want Granger to translate word for word. I do not want her to make any corrections for you. Just so you know, Astronomy Professor Sinistra is able to read Ancient Greek. So I will be getting her assistance while grading. You two may return to your station."

The two of them nodded, "Yes, sir."

The very first potion they brewed was a Cure for Boils potion. Both Harry and Hermione worked meticulously during the class. He copied down the notes in Greek and handed it to her for review. After making her own notes, she gave a gentle tap on his parchment with her wand and murmured a spell. Slowly, the words began to glaze over Harry's head and he was getting a bit of a headache.

When the practical segment of the class began, he fidgeted a little, when Hermione took her turn to brew the potion. Harry idly looked around the dungeon room. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Neville about to add some porcupine quills while it was still on the fire. He reacted quickly and smacked the hand away, mouthing, 'cauldron off the fire, first.'

The pudgy boy blushed before obeying Harry. Eventually, he and Hermione bottled their potion before presenting it. They both handed in their papers and Snape reviewed it. He grunted, "This work was… satisfactory. You may go."

At lunch time, Hedwig came swooping in with a letter clutched in her talons. Harry opened it and saw an untidy scrawl, which was murder to his dyslexic eyes. He turned to see Ron next to him, messily eating his own lunch. He tapped his shoulder, "Hey mate, can you do me a favour? I can't really read this, it's a bit untidy."

Ron grinned at him and read out, "Dear Harry,

I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send an answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid."

Harry grabbed a quill and penned his reply.

At 3PM, Harry and Ron found themselves in front of a ramshackle wooden hut. Resting by the front door, was a crossbow and a pair of galoshes. Harry grabbed the door handle and knocked thrice. He was soon answered by frantic scrabbling and booming barks. Then, Hagrid's voice ordered, "Back, Fang! Back!"

Eventually, he let them in, while he kept a firm grip on the collar of an excitable boarhound. Once the door closed, Hagrid let go and the dog made a beeline for Harry. The giant man beamed, "Oh I say! He likes ya! Usually takes a while fer him to warm up to strangers."

Then he got a good look at Ron, "Yet another Weasley, eh? I hope yer not as much trouble as those twins. Spent half me life chasing them away from the Forbidden Forest."

As their talk progressed, it became clear that Hagrid had a very low opinion on caretaker Argus Filch, and a lower one on Mrs Norris. He was also impressed that Harry managed to earn five points from Snape.

Then, the subject turned to one of Ron's older siblings. Meanwhile, Harry's wandering eyes spotted that day's edition of the Daily Prophet. He interrupted, "Hey Hagrid? Ron? What's this about a break-in at Gringotts?"

Ron perked up, "Yeah! I heard about that too! According to the goblins, the vault was empty before the break in! Good thing too!"

Hagrid chuckled a little nervously, "Heh, heh… Good thing too!"

(Huge shoutout to beaujakson on Reddit for the prophecy)