[a/n0]cameron1812 I did touch Loony Tunes WAAY back in HDD#160. Recently celebrated its 5th anniversary.

[a/n]Of course Harry has a grip 'like a mule' He's got years of Dursley housework under his belt and his Quidditch broom flying. Don't know exactly how fit you have to be, but strong hands seem inevitable. And maybe V doesn't have a use for a bullet shield, after all he's the 'greatest sorcerer' Or it simply didn't occur. I laughed at the Guest going '…"avtomat kalashnikova" and riddled Voldie (riddle Riddle?) with bullets…" JaketheSnake pointing out "…Vernon knows where to buy a gun… tried to shoot Hagrid…" I'll have to retcon that. Harry forgot that particular detail. And maybe he didn't buy it, but inherited it from his WW1 grandfather.

Harry Does Different CDXCV

Thank You Sir

"C'mon Harry, let's play some chess." Ron tried to pull his new friend over to the set in the alcove.

The bespectacled boy started to allow it, then paused looking around "Hey? Anyone above First Year know what Professor Snape's first real potion is?"

"There are three likely, Mr. Potter." Said another redhaired boy in a pompous tone "Hair-Raising Potion, Cure for Boils and Herbicide Potion. They are the most simple of the introductory brews. I have tracked all of the curricula in all the classes since my brother William started."

Harry sensed the beginning of a lecture, so he got in during a breath "Great, and you MUST be related to Ron. Could you show me where in the book they are? I want to study ahead."

"Oh yes please!" exclaimed the eager bushy-haired girl he recognized from earlier.

The senior student grinned at the opportunity to display his knowledge "But of course, kids. They are all on the first fifty pages of the text. And there are two others I could envision him using on the first full day …."

Abcij

"Name me an ingredient to Herbicide Potion, Potter." The class was barely two minutes old when the demand was issued.

The boy cleared his throat, slightly, but responded confidently "Lionfish spines, sir."

"Correct." The professor admitted, looking as if he'd drunk some "As this potion has two lengthy brewing processes, it is performed over two class days. How many steps in each part?"

With his memory focused, Harry more easily recalled "Seven for the first and five for the second. Sir? There has to be something to preserve it overnight. I didn't see that step in the text."

"Just like your father." Anyone with longterm exposure to Severus would recognize the tone as one of loathing.

Harry took it as praise "Why! Thank you sir! You knew him, then? I didn't as you know. My Mum too, maybe? Could I ask you about them? Maybe over the weekend?"

Abcij

"Headmaster. Minerva." The Potion Master greeted the pair as they arrived at his office. There was a look on his face neither had ever seen before.

Dumbledore said "I have seen you in unpleasant moods many times, Severus. Just what has inspired this particular display? Argus will not be pleased."

"That BOY is infinitely worse than his slime of a father! I cannot tolerate it any longer!" assorted beakers and flasks fell off shelves, popped their tops or simply burst. Such was the man's anger.

The Deputy snapped at him "Control yourself MISTER Snape! You are long past the age of accidental magic!"

"Peace Minerva. Severus is a professor and should be addressed as such. Now, I have heard no particular offense to which young Harry may have been part. While I have a hands-off approach to all but the most egregious misconduct, I pride myself on general awareness of the goings on in classes." Dumbledore completed the remark and steepled his fingers in front of him, inviting discussion.

The Potion Master looked even paler than his norm, admitting clearly distressed "Potter's behavior in class is not the issue. It is the boy's constant pestering me. And of ALL THINGS, for stories about that arrogant toe-rag father of his!" Something unseen banged and they all flinched.

"Your lack of control is as shameful as your continuing to hold a grudge against a dead man." The Deputy's voice was brittle. "If you feel nothing for the boy's father- -"

Severus cut in "I do! Hate! I want the brat gone!"

"Do not interrupt me!" she lashed back like an outraged teacher to a small boy "Or are you choosing to forget Lily Evans had something to do with his creation?"

Albus now involved himself "Enough! Both of you! First, Severus, Harry has violated no school rule to the degree of warranting expulsion."

"I'll not accept his continuing insistence! I do not want that part of my life scrutinized!~!~!" there was a quivering of some things on shelves, but nothing broke "He either ceases or gets OUT!"

Again Minerva interjected "If you cannot tolerate an eleven-year-old boy, Severus, I would suggest YOU go elsewhere. In fact I may insist upon it to the boar- -"

"That will be enough, Professor McGonagall." The Headmaster fell into formality "Harry will be instructed to discontinue his probings of this aspect of the past. I leave that task to you." Eyeing his subordinates, he commanded simply "Off you go. Both of you."

Abcij

Harry stood nervously in his Head's office, waiting for her pleasure. The boy was pretty sure he hadn't done anything wrong, despite the teasing remark from Fred Weasley and rather more worrying, the condescending look from Percy Weasley.

"Despite your Housemates' remarks, Mr. Potter, you are not in any form of trouble. At least not today." Minerva finally looked up and lowered her quill "There is, however, a matter requiring corrective action."

Furrowing his brows in some confusion, Harry merely answered "Uhh …yes, ma'am."

"I do not know if, in the short time since your arrival, you have become aware there are very strong emotions concerning what occurred prior to you parents' deaths. in the- -"

He interrupted "You mean Voldemort killing them."

"The name, Mr. Potter, is considered rude." She chastised without heat "Another fact which you may be unaware, wizards and witches older and wiser than you, consider it dangerous."

To that, the boy shrugged "Sounds like why some buildings have a twelfth and fourteenth floor but somehow no thirteenth to me. Ma'am."

"Six months ago you would have said the same about magic, Potter." Her tone was frigid "Let us move on. One of the particular people who has pain related to your parents is Professor Snape."

He jumped in "Wait. What? Why?"

"Other than to point out what you obviously deduced, that Professor Snape was a student at the time, the matter is not open for discussion." She was giving an order, then softened some "I can appreciate your desire to know more about your parents. As a teacher at the time I was fond of them, both were good students. Having considered the matter at some length, I took the liberty of contacting some of their friends to see who might be willing to visit."

Harry virtually leapt out of his skin "That'd be BRILLIANT Professor!"

"Two points I want very, very clear." McGonagall disrupted the celebration "Whom I contact will be entirely at my discretion. Nor will I identify whom I have contacted. And as a corollary, no wizard or witch is obligated to speak with you. Which leads to the second part, they will be instructed to not discuss Professor Snape's interaction with either of your parents. And this courtesy is contingent upon you discontinuing your requests of Professor Snape."

A couple of the words were a bit over the preteen's head, but he puzzled them out and nodded "Alright, Professor. Thank you."

"Very well. We shall see how this goes." And the witch's demeanor softened "I will start things off …I think… An event you are familiar with. Your parents' Sorting is something you might appreciate. I had yet to be named Head of Gryffindor ….." This tale was told with young Severus carefully edited out.