III. Inquiring

Seeking facts, information, or knowledge

The morning sun rises over Hogwarts, and Jayla begins to wake up, sitting upright in bed to see her alarm clock that reads 6:00 am, which is earlier than usual. "I guess it's the excitement of my first day of school," She looks at the other girls, still asleep in their beds. Jayla creeps to her chest of drawers and removes her new uniform, changing with the new Gryffindor additions. The young Heiress picks the sleeping Hades from her pillow, places the kitten into the cat bed and makes her own bed before walking to her desk and writing letters to her family back home. Jayla begins writing and looks at her sleeping Familiar and the girls, not wanting to wake them up.

Monday, 2nd September 1991

My darling family,

I hope you're not missing me too much. I'm sure missing you all already. I'm looking forward to Christmas, the most since I was five.

Mase, I hope you haven't upset Yazz. I've also been thinking of some pranks for us to pull on April Fool's Day. Please don't upset Mum and Dad too much.

Yazz and Mase, you'll love the train ride to Hogwarts, it's terrific, and there's a surprise halfway through that you're both going to love. Hogwarts is more extraordinary than Mum's stories. It has a ton of stairs and rules, like the manor, but once you come here. I'm sure, Mase, you will try to break all of them in no time.

Yazz, there are moving paintings around the castle, like back home.

I haven't learnt any new spells just yet as it's only my first day, but I'm sure I'll learn excellent spells as you did at Livermorny today, Dad. I got into Gryffindor, where the brave at heart dwell, and I think I've made a friend.

Missing you all, love,

Jayjay / Lala / Sweetheart / Little Baby Girl

Jayla finishes her letter to her family and smiles, folding it before placing it into a black envelope. She hears stirring from behind her, looking over her shoulder to see Hermione sitting in her bed. "Morning," Jayla greets her new roommate, seeing the brunette's usually somewhat tame bushy hair sticking out in odd angles, and snaps her head, looking at the young Heiress in alarm.

"What time is it?" Hermione demands, glancing at her alarm clock on her side table to see it's 6:48 am, meaning they had over 40 minutes till breakfast.

"12 to 7," The young Heiress answers, and the bushy-haired girl jumps from her bed, rushing to her drawers, seeing Parvati still fast asleep. Jayla sighs, getting up from her desk chair, forgetting Hades is in her bed, accidentally knocking into it, and waking the kitten, who grunts, falling to the floor. The young Heiress looks at her Familiar, who stretches her limbs and looks back at her owner.

"What. The. Hell." Hades groans, trotting over to Jayla's bed and tries getting up, but she keeps failing as she's too small. The young Heiress walks to Parvati's bed, shaking the girl awake, who stirs awake more gracefully than Hermione.

"It's time to get up," Jayla mutters, walking back to her bed, letting Parvati get dressed and putting Hades on the comforter. The young Heiress peeks to see Parvati ignore her and goes back to sleep, making Jayla sigh, putting Hades' toys around the playful kitten and putting all her books into her bag, which isn't heavy, thanks to the extension charm. "Parvati, we're going to be late for breakfast if you don't get up now," Jayla yells, seeing the time and heads downstairs with Hermione, both seeming nervous for their first actual day at Hogwarts.

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Hermione and Jayla walk into the Great Hall, quiet rather than boisterous like the night before, as the students and teachers drink and eat their breakfast. The young Heiress sits at the Gryffindor table, picking some scrambled eggs, a couple of slices of toast with raspberry jam and four strips of bacon. Jayla eats and can't help but compare them to her Mum and Flora's cooking but enjoys her food nonetheless. Harry and Ron seem just as tired as everyone else, walking to join her and Hermione, who starts fidgeting in her seat next to the young Heiress, making her look at her a little funny. Jayla looks up to see Professor McGonagall walk down the length of the table, handing out pieces of parchment. "What's going on?" She asks the bushy-haired girl, who looks back at her with a broad smile and the woman in green hands over the parchment to the four first years. Jayla glimpses at the piece of paper to see that it's their timetable for the whole year, which seems interesting.

Jayla looks the timetable over with curiosity and remembers all the times and room numbers, thanks to her photographic memory and peeks at Hermione to see they have the exact same classes and takes a guess that every first-year Gryffindor has the same schedule. "I can't wait," Hermione gushes, making the young Heiress giggle, feeling slightly better and eats her scrambled eggs. Once the students finish their breakfast and Hermione gets up from her seat, Jayla joins her, and they head to find their first classroom, Herbology at Greenhouse One, with Professor Sprout.

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For the past few days, Jayla gets up from her head and writes a little to her family after getting dressed while Hades plays with her toys on the bed. Hermione now gets up on her own along with Parvati, thankfully, so Jayla doesn't have to wake the girls anymore. Jayla walks downstairs into the Common Room to see Harry and Ron whispering to themselves, then walk out of the room. Hermione and Jayla have grown closer, getting along with their roommate Parvati, who's more friendly with Lavender Brown and the other girls. Jayla didn't mind as much. The two girls walk behind the whispering boys to breakfast.

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In Jayla's opinion, breakfast is delicious, though still not as good as her Mum or Flora's, but the food there hits the spot. Hermione talks about their daily lessons while they eat, and the Gryffindors have Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell, who keeps stuttering and seems nervous about everything. Though Jayla remembers her mother telling her about the rumour that the DADA position is cursed, which would make her feel the same way. Hermione and Jayla get up, leaving for their first class of the day, which happens to be Herbology again with Professor Sprout. "I hope we learn a cool spell today," The young Heiress comments, walking away and passing the boys, who look up alarmed.

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The first-year students walk into their next last, which happens to be Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, and Jayla sits at the first desk that takes her fancy, near the middle on the far left, which means she can see the teacher better. She unpacks her books and peers at Hermione, who sits beside her, joining the young Heiress and looks around to see Parvati sitting across from them. The classroom fills with Slytherin and Gryffindors but minus two students. "Where's Harry and Ron?" Jayla questions under her breath to Hermione, who doesn't answer right away as Professor McGonagall begins the lesson.

"I don't know," Hermione whispers back before putting her finger to her lips, telling the young Heiress not to talk anymore and pay attention to the ProfessorProfessor. Hence, she snaps her head away from her friend and listens as McGonagall begins.

"Good morning, class. Today, we will be going over the Transfiguration Alphabet. This is the basic knowledge you all will need to know. Let's begin," The Deputy Head starts the class, walking to the chalkboard in the corner of the platform by her desk and waving her hand, making symbols magically write themselves. "Look to your books on Chapter 2 for reference and copy down the sequences," She instructs the first years, and Jayla quickly ventures into her bag, finding her quill beginning to write. After a few minutes, she glances up to see a grey tabby cat sitting, watching the students atop the Professor'sProfessor's desk.

"Mum wasn't kidding. Professor McGonagall really is an Animagus. I've always wanted to become one. I know Dad promised to teach me on my 16th Birthday, but I just can't wait!" Jayla ponders and goes back to writing, though she is a little distracted wondering where Harry and Ron had disappeared to when the classroom door bursts open, making some of the students look up from their desks, turning to gawk at the latecomers, which are Harry and Ron, catching their breath.

"Whew, amazing. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron stupidly questions, and Harry nods slightly in agreement, but the grey tabby cat jumps from the edge of the desk, turning into McGonagall, shocking the students. "That was bloody brilliant," He gapes, along with Harry.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Maybe if I were to Transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, maybe one of you would be on time," Professor McGonagall snaps at them with her famous scowl.

"We got lost," Harry mutters, but he's still audible.

"Those idiots. All they had to do was follow us," Jayla hisses and Hermione nudges her in the ribs to silence the young Heiress.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats," McGonagall questions, and the boys sit in the only vacant seats, allowing the class to continue with their classwork, and Jayla turns around to face Harry and Ron.

"Hey dummies, Chapter 2," She informs them, earning a glare from Ron, and she narrows her eyes at the redhead, who cowers back, getting his book out quickly, and Professor McGonagall sees her, scowling at her. "Sorry Professor."

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Halfway through their third period, which was DADA, Jayla couldn't help but think it was taking too long for the classes' liking as they were learning about simple curses and jinxes that most of them probably already knew. Professor Quirrell keeps looking around the classroom, being his usual paranoid self, annoying Jayla, so she decides to read the book they were assigned at the beginning of the year. The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. It was an exciting read and much more helpful than the actual teacher. Hermione snaps her arm up to answer every question, but Quirrell ignores her like most teachers so far, picking another student from another house. Every teacher seems to have favourites, either Houses or students, which is rubbish, and they usually get the answer wrong.

DADA class finally ends, and Jayla quickly jumps from her seat and packs her things away before rushing out with Hermione to their Magical Theory class with Professor McGonagall again, even if they get a ten-minute break between each period to get to their classes.

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"I can't believe Professor Quirrell!" Jayla complains, walking with the others. "He didn't ask even one of us. And those morons didn't even know half the answers." The other Gryffindors all mumble their agreement.

"Tell me about it," Dean nods, making Seamus laughs, and they reach their next class.

"I can't believe we had to listen to Quirrell going on about the Leg Lock Jinx. I've already learnt it. Why should I care," Blaise complains, though Jayla somewhat agrees with him as she walks behind him and a few other Slytherins into Magical Theory Class. She tries tuning out their complaints as she listens to Hermione go on about something to do with Magic.

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It's dinner time, the lessons have finished, and everyone is inside the Great Hall, bustling about the day. Jayla sits with Hermione, and the boys sit together at their House table. "I can't believe you were late to McGonagall's lesson again," Jayla grumbles, eating her food, making Ron scrunch his nose up in annoyance at her complaining.

"We got caught up," Harry replies, digging into his food.

"Caught up? Yeah, right, you were messing around again," She argues, looking at the boys, and Hermione eats as they converse.

"I hope we get better lessons tomorrow," Hermione wishes, and Jayla nods, but wishing doesn't do any good.

"Well, we have Transfiguration again, so boys follow us after breakfast," The young Heiress warns them, making the boys look at the girls and breaking away from their conversation.

"How do you remember all that?" Harry questions her, and she looks at him as they eat.

"I have an amazing brain," She jokes, making Hermione giggle. "I have what's called a Photographic Memory, which means I recall everything I've ever read in great detail."

"That's like cheating!" Ron exclaims, gaining attention from some of the other students around them, and Jayla laughs a little.

"I suppose, bit it's not like I can help it," Jayla shrugs with a grin, making Ron groan while Harry and Hermione laugh.

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Friday, 6th September 1991

Dear Awesome Family,

I'm missing you all so very much. I know it's nearly been a week since we last saw you all. I feel like things are getting better here at Hogwarts, though yesterday was interesting. Professor Flitwick taught us a new spell. Lumos, which emits light from the end of your wand. It's definitely handy. I can read my books after lights out. Though I do like reading in the dark more. Hermione doesn't mind it much, but Parvati likes her sleep more than studying. I guess Hermione and I will be the bestest of friends. We're so much alike. My roommates are an exciting pair.

I look forward to learning more. I hope to hear from you again. I've received every letter and drawing you've given me, Yazz. I hope to fill my part of the dorm full of them by the end of the year.

Mase, I met these cool pranksters at school the other day, Fred and George Weasley. They have some really cool ideas, I'll have to tell you over the Christmas holiday.

Mum, I watched Professor McGonagall in her Animagus abilities. I cannot wait til my 16th Birthday. Also, I have my first lesson with Professor Snape. Were you really friends? He seems so grumpy.

Remember, Dad, you promised you would teach me. I can't wait to see what animal I will become. We can play around together, too, in our animal forms.

I'm loving my time here, though I still miss you all so much, and I can't wait till Christmas to see you.

With joyful love

Jayjay / Lala / Sweetheart / Little Baby Girl

Jayla finishes the letter to her family and smiles, putting it in her pocket to give to one of the owls in the Owlery during their break time. The young Heiress looks behind her to see the girls ready for another day, and since they have double Potions first with Professor Snape, they don't want to be late. Jayla's not entirely looking forward to that lesson as her mother used to be somewhat friends with Snape, but he's not the type of person who would blame the child for the parent's mistakes or actions, right?

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Potions class takes place in the Castle Dungeons, and Jayla sits next to Harry in the dank classroom, scratching her nose from the funny smells from the many potion ingredients in the supply cupboard. Harry hands a tissue to the young Heirness, and she gratefully accepts, blowing her nose. "This is ridiculous. He left before us. What's he doing?" Jayla grumbles under her breath, and the classroom door slams open, with Professor Snape dramatically rushing into the room and looming over the first years at the front.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few…" Snape gives his little speech and glimpses at Draco as he talks, which provides the bleach blond with a smug smirk. "...who possess the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death." Those words gain Jayla's attention more so as she looks up, intrigued. The Potions Master looks around the classroom and spots THE Harry Potter writing notes. Still, Snape thinks otherwise. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not…pay…attention." Hermione notices the Professor's stare and nudges Harry's arm, making the boy look to see Snape looking down at him. "Mr Potter. Our…new…celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" The Potions Master questions, and Hermione shoots her hand into the air, but Harry shrugs his shoulders, not knowing the answer, wishing he'd taken Jayla's offer to study beforehand. Jayla looks around and writes on her parchment, then craftily gives it to Harry, who looks down at the note.

"Sleeping potion?" Harry answers, surprising everyone, even himself and looks at Jayla beside him.

"Well, let's try another. Where, Mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find a bexoar?" He asks another ridiculous question that Harry doesn't know the answer to, but it doesn't stop Hermione as she shoots her hand up into the air. The bushy-haired girl looks fit to burst, but Jayla just writes the answer again.

"A goat's stomach, sir," The boy who lived answers, looking a little upset at his teacher's singling him out.

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?" Snape questions again.

"Their the same," Harry quickly answers, surprising even himself.

"Very well. Well…done," The batlike Professor struggles to say, cringing a little, making some students giggle. "Silence."

"Clearly, Hermione knows. Seemed a pity not to ask her," The spectacled boy comments, and Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs.

"Silence," The Potions Master snaps at the first years, silencing them quickly, and turns to the boy, looking slightly insulted, making Harry gulp in fear. Snape then walks to his desk, turning to Hermione, who still has her hand up. "Put your hand down, you silly girl," He orders the bushy-haired girl, who quickly lowers her arm. "As Potter said, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." The ProfessorProfessor looks around the room to see everyone is silent. "Well? Why aren't you all copying this down?" The students obey their teacher and quickly write it down as he returns to his desk, dipping his quill into some ink. "And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your House… for your classmate's cheek. But five points for the correct answers." Snape starts writing on the chalkboard, and Hermione looks at Harry, then takes notes, while the Boy Who Lived looks at his teacher, who turns slightly and continues writing.

"Please end soon!" Jayla groans, feeling that the lesson will never end as she writes, getting a gloomy feeling beginning to tread over her skin, but the bell tolls, meaning the end of class, and it's lunchtime. Jayla feels her stomach grumble since she didn't eat much at breakfast. Instead, the young Heiress was reading a four-page letter from her Mum, and Jayla had only read three so far. "I hope next week the letters aren't as long," She grabs her things. "I can't believe he was friends with my Mum," The boys look at her in surprise, learning something new as she walks out of the classroom.

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It's been a week since the beginning of the school year, and everything has begun to settle for the students. It's become easier to wake up for breakfast now. Jayla sits across from Hermione in the Great Hall, finishing her Mum's letter about getting Yazmin sick again, which seems to happen around the same time each year. Jayla looks up at Seamus, who continues to try the same spell turning water into rum, but it hasn't been working. Everyone else is either writing letters home or doing the homework they forgot to do the night before. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water into rum," Seamus looks into his goblet but again shakes his head in disappointment before trying again.

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Harry innocently asks his best friend.

"Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before…." Ron explains when a loud explosion sounds as Seamus' spell fails again, the cup exploding over his soot-covered stunned face. The other students laugh with him when a flock of owls suddenly comes through the open window and flies around the rafters. "Ah, mail's here!"

"Finally!" Jayla mutters as more owls come through the open window, dropping parcels and letters around the Great Hall, and one particular owl swoops down towards the young Heiress. She spots Ryder and holds out her arm, allowing him to perch and drops a thick letter in front of Jayla, who replaces them with hers. The two-toned girl treats the family pet, and he flies off to deliver her letter, leaving Jayla to rip open the envelope and begin reading, making her smile.

Thursday, 12th September 1991

Our Dear Jayla

We're glad to hear that everything has been going well at school, and I know Severus can be a bit of a gloomy guy, but that's just him. And your father has it written on the calendar in the kitchen for your 16th Birthday, he's looking forward to it. And Mason and Yazmin miss you, especially your sister, as her cold again and wishes you would snuggle with her like you would, but she's doing much better now. And don't get me started on your brother. He now cannot even look at paint, having decided to repaint his bedroom. And please stop encouraging your brother to do any type of prank.

On another note, your father has been away for the last few days and came home yesterday with some interesting gifts for you and your siblings. We'll leave yours for when you come home for Christmas.

I'm glad to hear you're making some friends, and I can't wait to meet them. We can even invite them over the summer holidays, of course, you'll have to pass your exams at the end of the year first, but don't worry. We know you'll pass with flying colours.

Love you,

Mum, Dad, Yazmin & Mason

Jayla finishes reading and looks up to see Harry reading Ron's newspaper. "Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Dean announces, pointing at their Housemate, and everyone looks over to see him holding a clear ball with gold rings around it.

"I've read about those. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something," Hermione explains, and as she does, the small ball fills with clouds of red smoke.

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten," Neville replies, looking at the others.

"Robes, again, Nev," Jayla informs him, not even looking up from her letter, making him look to see the piece of clothing missing and rushes out of the Great Hall.

"Thanks, Jayla!" He yells, running off back to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Hey, Ron, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen, Believed to be the work of Dark Witches or Wizards unknown, Gringotts Goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The Vault in question, number 713, had, in fact, been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the Vault Hagrid, and I went to." Harry announces, looking at his friend, and Jayla snatches the paper, quickly looking over the clipping, hoping that the Darkmore vault isn't in there.

"What's wrong, Jayla?" Hermione asks, leaning on her friend's shoulder, looking at the newspaper too,

"I think I have a papercut," Harry groans, looking at his fingers and then at the young Heiress.

"Vault 713 is three away from the Darkmore Family Vaults. It has all our money and Family Heirlooms," Jayla explains, looking up at the others and putting the newspaper down.

"What kind of Heirlooms?" Ron questions, seeming cautious, thinking something scary probably hides inside the Vaults or something dangerous.

"Well, there's my great-great grandfather's pocket watch which is over 300 years old. Though there are some cursed object from my Dad's work that are too dangerous to let out and hard to destroy," She answers him, who looks even more scared than when he saw a spider the night before in the Common Room. "Shut up, Ronald," She snatches her letters before storming off, leaving them behind, and exiting the Great Hall.

"That wasn't very nice of you, Ron. And we have Transfiguration first. Don't be late, again." Hermione warns them and runs after her friend.

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Hermione finds Jayla after the bushy-haired girl storms out of the Great Hall at breakfast and helps keep her mind off Ron's stupidity, and the rest of the day flies by, and it's the final lesson that everyone's been waiting for the most. Flying Lessons. Jayla stands with the Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs in line opposite the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students. It's the only lesson besides their study period that all Houses are together. Broomsticks lie by the first years' feet, and Madam Hooch struts down the middle of the lines observing them as she goes. "Good afternoon, class," Madam Hooch greets them, stopping at the end of the row, looking down at them.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch," The students greet her back.

"Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first Flying Lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone, step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up"!" She instructs them, and Jayla looks down at the broom lying on the ground, clearing her mind of everything.

"Up!" Jayla commands along with the rest of her classmates, and the broomstick flies into her hand on the first try, making her look up, smiling proudly and see Harry's done the same, and they share a friendly smile. Draco also looks around, smug, but his grin turns into a frown, seeing his cousin and Harry had beaten him by a second at best.

"With feeling!" Madam Hooch advises the rest, but some still struggle with it.

"Up!" Hermione keeps repeating, but it rolls around on the ground, ignoring her.

"Up!" Ron tries, but his broom seems angry and flies at him, colliding with the redhead's nose and falls back to the ground as he groans in pain, holding his nose. "Shut up, Harry," He complains; looking at his laughing friend.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tightly; you don't want to be sliding off the end." Madam Hooch warns them, and the first years follow her instructions, mounting the broomsticks cautiously as they do. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle…3…2…" She blows her whistle, making a high pitch tweet, and Neville's broomstick immediately lifts off the ground, making the nervous boy look around in fright, having no control over what's happening. "Mr Longborrom."

"Neville, what are you doing?" Lavender questions as he floats in the air next to her.

"Neville… Neville…" The Gryffindor first years shout in worry for him.

"We're not supposed to take off yet," Theo points out the obvious, but Neville soars off.

"M-M-Mr Longbottom. Mr Longbottom," Madam Hooch yelps, and Neville goes a little higher, making him cry for help. "Mr Longbottom!"

"Down! Down!" Neville cries, but the broomstick doesn't listen to the scared boy's wishes and soars away.

"Neville!" Harry shouts to his Housemate.

"Help!" He cries from the sky.

"Come back down this instant!" Madam Hooch demands, but all Neville can do is cry out in fear as the broomstick soars through the sky, hitting the old castle wall, bashing along the side, and then swooping off. Neville screams in fright, tossing around the air, zooming toward the students and Madam Hooch, who holds out, wanting to try and stop him.

"Help!" Neville screams, coming closer.

"Mr Longbottom!" She shouts as he comes closer, and the students scatter out of the way; even Madam Hooch dives onto the grass to avoid getting hit. Neville goes through the gap the first years and the teacher made, flying up to the tower behind them and passing one of the statues at the top of the training ground wall. The sharp spear catches the end of Neville's cloak, slipping off the broom and hanging there, making the boy yelp in fright hanging, waving as the fabric begins to trip away. Longbottom falls from the spear; he's caught by the torch, and more of his robe rips before landing on the ground with a thud. The class quickly rush to their injured peer as he cries out in pain, and Madam Hooch dashes at him, pushing the students aside. "Everyone out of the way!" She runs through the group, moving out of her way as she dashes to Neville's side, helping him sit up. "Come on, get up," She cradles him into a sitting position.

"Is he alright?" Hermione asks, standing beside Jayla, watching the scene as Madam Hooch holds Neville's hand, making him cry with pain from the mild pressure.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get," The Flying instructor soothes her voice, helping the boy to his feet, keeping his hand steady. While everyone is distracted, Draco picks up Neville's fallen Remembrall from the ground as Madam Hooch leads Neville to the rest of the class. "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr Longbottom to the Hospital Wing. Understand? If I see a single broom up in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch." Madam Hooch threatens the first years, walking off, leaving them alone, and Draco snickers to himself, walking to the front of the group.

"Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he's have remembered to fall on his fat ass," Draco teases the injured Gryffindor and laughs, making his snotty friends laugh with him.

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry steps behind him, and the bleach blond turns around with a scowl, looking down at the ravenette.

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find," He argues, hopping onto his broomstick, sweeping to the side and clinging on before soaring through the group. "How 'bout on the roof?" He passes, going off, hovering in the sky. "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?" Harry grabs his broom, running to get on, but Hermione stops him before doing something stupid.

"Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly," Hermione warns him, but it doesn't seem to do anything as he hops on, soaring off after Draco. "What an idiot."

"Think about it; he's a boy," Jayla jokes. "But I am so telling his mother," She mutters, thinking about her aunt scolding her cousin as they watch Harry on his broom across from Draco. "It's kinda cool him defending Neville like this."

"He could get into trouble," She reminds her best friend.

"Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry threatens Draco, trying to keep himself steady on his broom.

"Is that so?" Draco taunts him, and the ravenette makes a dash for him, but the bleach blond twirls around on his broom in a 360. "Have it your way, then!" He turns around, looking at Harry before throwing the Remembrall away, and the bespectacled boy zooms after the transparent ball, speeding towards one of the towers. Everyone watches with bated breath as Harry stops just before he hits the window, spinning in the air and heads back to the other students. Jayla sighs with relief as he triumphantly holds the Remembrall, descending toward the class. The first years cheer for Harry as he safely returns to solid ground.

"Good job, Harry!" Dean cheers, congratulating Harry on the back as everyone crowds him.

"Oh, that was wicked, Harry," Seamus exclaims with a big grin.

"Harry Potter?" Professor McGonagall calls, making everyone look over to see the Head of Gryffindor House standing there, and the tweens cringe, knowing the wonder boy is in deep water now. "Follow me," She demands, and he quickly follows as the others watch, most of them worried for him while Draco and his goons laugh.

"Do you think Harry will be okay?" Hermione asks, worried for him, and Jayla shrugs.

"I don't know," Jayla sighs, and Madam Hooch comes back, informing the students about Neville's condition, and she dismisses them, allowing them to leave a little early. Jayla and Hermione go with the boys to visit Neville in the Hospital Wing before going to dinner.

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McGonagall and Harry walk through the castle, the Deputy Head leading the terrified ravenette, and arrive outside Professor Quirrell's classroom as he teaches. "An iguana s-such as this is…." Quirrell teaches, and McGonagall opens the door before turning to Harry.

"You wait here," She orders him.

"... an essential ingredient," He says, holding the reptile and showing it to the class.

"Professor Quirrell, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?" McGonagall requests, leaning in the doorway.

"Oh, y-yes, of course," The nervous DADA teacher stutters, and one of the students stands, leaving as the ProfessorProfessor continues the lesson. "And the Vampire b-bat.…." The taller boy exits the classroom with an eerie roar from the room.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, i have found you a Seeker!" She announces, grinning, surprising both of them.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

The following day, Jayla strolls down one of the many hallways with Hermione when the girls pass the large Quidditch trophy case, and the young Heiress takes a glance as something inside catches her eye. She stops dead in her tracks, peering inside the glass to see James Potter's name written on a golden plaque. Harry's father. "What is it?" Hermione asks her best friend, and Jayla looks behind as she stands close, pointing to the plaque.

"It's Harry's dad," Jayla answers, and the girls share a look, but know they have some catching up to do with a few friends in the courtyard first. "Come on. I'm sure we'll find the boys later," She drags her to the quad.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

In the quad, Jayla sits on the ground in front of Hermione, who sits on the stone bench with their ProfessorProfessor about their final exams - it was Hermione's idea - the young Heiress kept falling asleep during History of Magic and was struggling a little at the moment, so as a good friend, Hermione was making her listen outside of class. "I hate you right now," Jayla groans, falling on her back and spots Ron and Harry walking toward them.

"Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!" Ron encourages his friend as they walk past the girls, and Jayla jumps to her feet, wanting away from the snooze fest, rushing toward the boys.

"But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry argues, growing worried.

"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood," Hermione assures him, hinting at what the girls had found earlier.

"How would you know?" Ron demands, puffing out his chest, trying to scare her off.

"Come with us," Jayla says, ignoring the redhead and taking Harry's hand, dragging the blushing ravenette with Ron and Hermione following them.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

Jayla drags a blushing Harry with Hermione and Ron down the hallway with the Quidditch trophy case. The young Heiress points at the plaque of Quidditch Captains, one of them being Harry's father as Chaser. "Whoa, Harry, you never told me your father was a Chaser!" Ron gushes at his friend.

"I didn't know," Harry admits, starring at the trophy.

"It's not surprising," Jayla comments, looking at the Quidditch Commentator's plaque with her mother's name, Sophia Malfoy.

"What is it?" Hermione asks, looking at the plaque and seeing the names of the previous Quidditch players and commentators.

"Looks like a Malfoy was a Quidditch Commentator in…" Ron comments, squinting his eyes.

"In 1973 to 1977, she was a Ravenclaw," Jayla finishes, feeling the others looking at her. "She was Head Girl too, before James Potter and Lily Evans." Having enough of looking at her mother's past, she never likes talking about it when it comes to her side of the family.

"A Malfoy in Ravenclaw. That's unheard of," He mutters, and she scoffs at the redhead.

"If you weren't in Slytherin, you aren't family," She sneers, earning looks from the others.

"That doesn't make sense," Hermione comments, frowning.

"I know. But generations before, Malfoys have been Slytherins. My grandfather was a strict bitter old man as my mother likes to say," The young Heiress replies.

"Wait, your mum was a Malfoy?!" Harry exclaims, looking at her in a different light.

"Please, my grandfather practically disowned her. Once she graduated Hogwarts, she got on a flight for America," Jayla scoffs, walking away, and the others follow.

"So, your related Malfoy then?" Hermione questions.

"Yeah. He's my cousin," She replies with a shruff. "We don't really talk."

"I don't blame you," Harry nods.

"I like thinking my grandfather Abraxas is probably turning in his grave with my Mum being a Raven and me being a Lion. What a stain on the Malfoy family name," The two-toned girl jokes, earning a laugh from the others.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

After the four tweens' little discovery, the four Gryffindors walk up the staircase heading to the Great Hall as dinner starts soon. "I'm telling you, it's spooky. They know more about you than you do," Ron comments ahead of the girls.

"Who doesn't?" Harry argues lightly when suddenly the staircase shudders and begins moving to the side, making them hold onto the railing to steady themselves.

"Ahh!" Ron panics, and Hermione gasps in shock.

"What's happening?!" He yelps.

"The staircases change, remember?" Hermione lectures the boys, and the staircase stops, leading to a corridor.

"Do not move!" Jayla warns them, feeling something funny.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

Thankfully the tweens make it into the Great Hall safely and sit around the table, talking about the Quidditch trophy case and what Professor McGonagall said to Harry earlier. Ron digs into his steak and kidney pie but stops halfway at the comment about Snape and laughs. "She really said that?"

"I know," Harry laughs, shovelling his food into his mouth.

"Sounds right," Jayla mutters, eating, and Hermione scolds them for disrespecting a teacher. "Anyway, when do you start training?"

"Next week," He answers. "Only don't tell anyone. Wood wants to keep it a secret." As he says this, Fred and George Weasley swagger into the hall, spotting Harry, and hurries over to him.

"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch Cup for sure this year," Fred grins, leaning over his younger brother's shoulder. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was alsmost skipping when he told us."

"Anyway, we've got to do. Lee Jordon reckons he's found a new secret passageway out of the school," George tells them, leaning over Harry's shoulder.

"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you," The Weasley twins swagger out of the Great Hall, and the tweens get treated by a less welcomed sight: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?" Draco taunts the spectacled boy.

"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," Harry coolly replies. Of course, there's nothing little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table is full of teachers, neither could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl, trying to be intimidating.

"I'd take you on anytime on my own," Malfoy declares, trying to brush off his comment. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only - no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a Wizard's duel before, I suppose?"

"Of course he has," Ron defends his best friend, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's yours?" Malfoy looks at his friends, sizing them up.

"Crabbe," He announces. "Midnight, all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room, that's always unlocked," The Snakes leave Ron and Harry to look at each other.

"What is a Wizard's duel?" Harry inquires. "And what do you mean, you're my second?"

"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," Ron explains casually, getting back to his cold pie and catching the look on his friend's face, so he adds quickly. "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real Wizards. The most you and Malfoy'ii be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough Magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you yo refuse, anyway."

"And what if I wave my wand and noting happens?" He wonders, growing worried.

"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," The redhead suggests.

"Excuse me," Hermione interrupts, making the boys look up at the girls on the other side of the table.

"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" Ron pleads, but she ignores him and looks at Harry.

"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying-," She says.

"Bet you could," He mutters, earning a glare from Jayla.

"- and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you," The bushy-haired girl warns them.

"And it's really none of your business," Harry barks at her, and Jayla glares at both of them.

"Goodbye," Ron quickly says, jumping from his seat with Harry, trying to escape the young Heiress' menacing glare.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

"All the same, it wasn't what you'd call the perfect end to the day," Harry ponders, lying awake in bed, listening to Dean and Seamus falling asleep while Neville is still in the Hospital Wing. Ron had spent all evening giving Harry advice such as, "If he tries to curse you, you'd better dodge it because I can't remember how to block them." And there's a perfect chance the boys will get caught by Mr Filch or Mrs Norris, and Harry feels like he's pushing his luck, breaking another school rule today. On the other hand, Malfoy's sneering face keeps looming out of the darkness - this is his big chance to beat Malfoy face-to-face. He couldn't miss it. "Half-past eleven," Ron mutters, "We'd better go." The boys pull on their bathrobes, pick up their wands, and creep across the tower room, down the spiral staircase, and into the Gryffindor Common Room.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

A few embers are still glowing in the fireplace within the Common Room, turning the armchairs into hunched black shadows. The boys almost reach the portrait hole when a familiar voice emerges from the chair. "I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry," A lamp flickers on, revealing Hermione Granger, wearing a pink bathroom and a frown and sitting in the other is Jayla Darkmore, wearing a blue bathroom, also sporting a scowl.

"You!" Ron exclaims furiously. "Go back to bed!"

"We almost told your brother," Jayla snaps at them.

"Percy - he's a Prefect, he'd put a stop to this," Hermione warns them, and Harry frowns, wondering how someone could be so interfering.

"Come on," Harry says, leading his friend away, pushing open the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbing through the hole, but Hermione and Jayla don't give up that easily, following them out of the Common Room.

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, do you only care about yourselves. I don't want Slytherin to win the House Cup, and you'll lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall for knowing about Switching Spells," Hermione hisses at the boys like an angry goose.

"Go away," Ron snaps at her.

"All right, but we warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow, you're so -" She says, but stops, turning around to see the portrait of the Fat Lady to get back inside and finds herself facing an empty painting. The Fat Lady has gone on a nighttime visit, which locks anyone out of the Gryffindor Tower. Meaning the girls are locked out along with the boys. "Now, what are we going to do?" She asks in a shrill voice.

"That's your problem," He retorts. "We've got to do, we're going to be late." The boys don't even reach the end of the corridor when the girls catch up with them.

"We#re coming with you," Jayla announces.

"You are not," The redhead argues.

"D'you think we're going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch us? If we find all four of us, I'll tell him the truth, that we were trying to stop you, and you can back us up," Hermione suggests, hating the thought of getting caught.

"You've got some nerve -," Ron shouts.

"Shut up, both of you!" Harry hisses sharply. "I heard something." They go quiet and hear a sort of snuffling noise.

"Mrs Norris?" He breathes, squinting through the dark, but thankfully it isn't Mrs Norris. It was Neville. He's curled up on the floor, fast asleep, but jerks suddenly awake as they creep nearer.

"Thank goodness you found me! I've been out here for hours. I couldn't remember the new password to get into bed," Neville exclaims, standing to his feet.

"Keep your voice down, Neville. The password is "Pig Snout", but it won't help you now. The Fat Lady's gone off somewhere," Jayla informs him, pointing at the empty portrait.

"How's your arm?" Harry asks him.

"Fine," Neville replies, showing them. "Madam Pomfrey mended it in about a minute."

"Good - well, look, Neville, we've got to be somewhere, we'll see you later -," Ron says, moving away.

"Don't leave me!" He yelps, scrambling to his feet. "I don't want to stay here alone. The Bloody Baron's been past twice already." Ron looks at his watch and then glares furiously at Jayla, Hermione and Neville.

"If either of you get us caught, I'll never rest until I've learned that Curse of the Bodgies, Quirrell told us about, and used it on you," Hermione opens her mouth to tell Ron exactly how to use the curse, but Harry and Jayla hiss at her to remain quiet and beckon them forward.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

The tweens dart along the dark corridors striped with bars of moonlight from the high windows. Harry expects to run into Filch or Mrs Norris at every turn, but they are lucky so far. The five Gryffindors speed up a staircase to the third floor and tiptoe toward the trophy room. And surprisingly, Malfoy and Crabbe aren't there yet. The crystal trophy cases glimmer in the moonlight catching them. Cups, shields, plaques, and statues winking silver and gold in the light. The tweens edge along the walls, keeping their eyes on the doors at either end of the room. Harry removes his wand in case Malfoy leaps in and starts at once. The minutes creep by, but nothing. "He's late. Maybe he's chickened out," Ron whispers, and then a noise in the next room makes them jump. Harry only raises his wand when they hear someone speak - and it isn't Malfoy.

"Sniff around, my sweet. They might be lurking in a corner," It's Filch speaking to his beloved Mrs Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waves madly at the other four, following him as quickly as possible. The five students scurry silently toward the door, away from Filch's voice. Neville's robes barely whip around the corner when they hear Filch enter the trophy room. "They're in here somewhere." The five Gryffindors listen to him mutter. "Probably hiding."

"This way!" Harry mouths to the others, and, petrified, they begin creeping down a long gallery full of suits of armour. They hear Filch getting nearer. Neville suddenly lets out a frightening squeak before breaking into a run, tripping and grabbing Ron around the waist, causing the pair to topple right into a suit of armour. The clanging and crashing are enough to wake the whole castle. "RUN!" The glasses-wearing boy yells, and the five tweens sprint down the gallery, not looking back to see whether Filch is following - they swing around the doorpost and gallop down one corridor, then another.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

Harry leads the way, without any idea where they are or where they are going - they rip through a tapestry and find themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtling along, coming out near their Charms classroom, which they know is miles from the trophy room. "I think we've lost him," Harry pants, leaning against the cold wall and wiping his forehead. Neville bends down, wheezing and spluttering.

"I - told - you," Hermione gasps, clutching at the stitch in her chest. "I - told - you."

"We've got to get back to Gryffindor Tower," Ron warns them, "quickly as possible."

"Draco tricked you," Jayla declares to Harry. "You realise that, don't you? He was never going to meet you - Filch knew someone was going to be in the trophy room. Draco must have tipped him off." Harry knows she's possibly correct, seeing as she's his cousin.

"Yeah, probably," Harry mutters, looking at her, still feeling those butterflies in his stomach when he looks at her.

"Let's go," She tells them, but it isn't that simple. The group of Gryffindors don't get more than a dozen paces when the doorknob rattles and something shoots out of a classroom in front of them. It's Peeves. The prank-loving poltergeist. He catches sight of the first years and squeals with delight.

"Shut up, Peeves - please - you'll get us thrown out," The boys stutter, making Peeves cackle.

"Wandering around at midnight, ickle Firesties?" The poltergeist teases them.

"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please," Hermione begs.

"Should tell Filch, I should," He says saintly, but his eyes glittered wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know."

"Get out of the way," Ron snaps, swiping at the purple poltergeist. That was a big mistake.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellows. "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!" Ducking under him, the tween run for their lives right to the end of the corridor, where they slam into a door - and it is locked.

"You had to upset Peeves!" Jayla snaps at the redhead.

"This is it!" Ron moans as they helplessly at the door. "We're done for! This is the end!" They hear footsteps coming closer as Filch runs as fast as he can toward Peeves' shouts.

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarls, grabbing Harry's wand, tapping the lock, and whispering. "Alohomora!" The lock clicks, and the door swings open - the five Gryffindors pile through it, shutting it quickly, and press their ears against the door, listening.

"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch asks the poltergeist, looking around, holding a lantern with his furry friend by his feet. "Quick, tell me."

"Say "please"." Peeves plays with the caretaker.

"Don't mess with me, Peeves. Now where did they go?" He demands.

"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," The purple poltergeist teases him in his annoying singsong voice.

"All right - please," The caretaker gives in.

"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say "nothing" if you didn't say please! Haha! Haaaaaa!" With that said, the tweens hear the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.

"Man, he's got a mouth on him," Jayla mutters.

"Alohomora?" Ron questions Hermione, confused as the five Gryffindors step into the room, ensuring that Filch doesn't find them, though that devious cat does try selling them out.

"Standard book of spells, Chapter 7," She answers, already knowing the spell along with Hermione as the girls have been practising with Parvati. She quickly puts her eat to the door and hears Filch leave with the devil cat, who keeps shouting at him to turn back, but he ignores her. "Stupid cat!" She hisses. "I'll get you."

"Filch is gone," Hermione informs the others, looking at the young Heiress and moving her away from the door.

"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispers.

"It was locked," Jayla argues.

"I think we'll be okay - get off, Neville!" He snaps as Neville keeps tugging on the sleeve of his bathrobe for the last minute. "What?" Harry turns around - and sees, quite clearly, what. For a moment, he isn't sure if he's walked into a nightmare - this was too much, on top of everything that had happened so far. The five Gryffindors aren't in a room, as he had supposed. They are in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they know why it was forbidden.

"Dear Merlin," Jayla gasps as the five first years look straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that fills the whole space between ceiling and floor. Three pairs of rolling, angry eyes, three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction, three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs. The canine stands quietly. All six eyes stare at the tweens, and Harry knows that they aren't already dead because their sudden appearance has taken the dog by surprise, but it quickly gets over it. There is no mistake about what those thunderous growls mean. "Get away! Trespassers! Protect the treasure!" The dog heads shout, and Harry gropes for the doorknob - between Filch and death, he'd take Filch.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

The five Gryffindors fall backwards - Harry slams the door shut, and the tweens run back down the corridor, almost flying. Filch luckily hurries off to look for them somewhere else because they didn't see him anywhere, but they hardly care - all they want to do is put as much space as possible between them and that monster. "What are they hiding in there?" Jayla wonders, quickly following after the others, not wanting to get separated. The five Gryffindors don't stop running until they reach the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor.

"Where on earth have you all been?" The Fat Lady asks, looking at the tweens' bathrobes hanging off their shoulders and flushed, sweaty faces.

"Never mind that - pig snout, pig snout," Harry pants, and the portrait swings open.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

The five Gryffindors scramble into the Common Room and collapse, trembling into armchairs. It's a while before any of them say anything. Neville, indeed, looks as if he'll never speak again. "What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" Ron asks, finally breaking the silence. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does." Hermione gathers her breath, and her terrible temper comes back again.

"You don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" Hermione snaps at the boys. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"

"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice. There were three!" He exclaims rather loudly, and she climbs the stairs to their dorms, looking down at the redhead.

"It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something," Hermione informs them, and Jayla thinks back to the the rather traumatic moment, but as Ron said, she wasn't really staring at its feet, but there was definitely something on the floor.

"A Cerberus is known to be a good guard dog," Jayla comments, now thinking about it more calmly, her heart rate returning to normal.

"That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, we're going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed… or, worse, expelled!" Hermione snaps at the boys, ignoring the traumatised Neville, and Jayla walks past the shocked boys, heading up to the girls' staircase, up to the door with their names on, and Ron stares after them, his mouth left open in shock.

"No, we don't mind," Ron mutters after them. "You'd think we dragged them along, wouldn't you."

"Hermione, do you really think being expelled is worse than being killed?" Jayla inquires, and Hermione opens the dorm room door and looks back at the young Heiress with a sour look.

⒴⒠⒜⒭ ⑴

Harry climbs back into bed, thinking about what Hermione has said. The dog is guarding something… What had Hagrid said? Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide - except perhaps Hogwarts.

It looks as though Harry has found out where the grubby little package from Vault 713 resides.


Breakfast between 7:30 am - 9:00 am.
Lessons are 1 hour long.
10-minute breaks between classes.
Lunch between 11:00 am - 12:30 pm
Break between 14:30 pm - 15:30 pm
Dinner between 16:30 pm - 18:30 pm
Curfew at 19:00 pm

MONDAY
1st Period: 9:00 am - 10:00 am
Herbology - Greenhouse One (Professor Sprout)
2nd Period: 10:00 am - 11:00 am
Transfiguration - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)
3rd Period: 12:30 pm - 13:30 pm
Defence Against the Dark ArtsClassroom 31 (Professor Quirrell)
4th Period: 13:30 pm - 14:30 pm
History of Magic - Classroom 72 (Professor Binns)
5th Period: 15:30 pm - 16:30 pm
Charms - Classroom 2E (Professor Flitwick)

TUESDAY
1st Period: 9:00 am - 10:00 am
Magical Theory - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)
2nd Period: 10:00 am - 11:00 am
Magical Theory - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)
3rd Period: 12:30 pm - 13:30 pm
History of Magic - Classroom 72 (Professor Binns)
4th Period: 13:30 pm - 14:30 pm
Defence Against the Dark Arts - Classroom 31 (Professor Quirrell)
5th Period: 15:30 pm - 16:30 pm
Charms - Classroom 2E (Professor Flitwick)

WEDNESDAY
1st Period: 9:00 am - 10:00 am
Herbology - Greenhouse One (Professor Sprout)
2nd Period: 10:00 am - 11:00am
Transfiguration - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)
3rd Period: 12:30 pm - 13:30 pm
Defence Against the Dark Arts - Classroom 31 (Professor Quirrell)
4th Period: 13:30 pm - 14:30 pm
Magical Theory - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)
5th Period: 15:30 pm - 16:30 pm
Free Study Period - Study Area (Professor Binns)
6th Period: 00:00 am - 1:00 am
Astronomy - Astronomy Tower (Professor Sinistra)

THURSDAY
1st Period: 9:00 am - 10:00 am
Transfiguration - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)
2nd Period: 10:00 am - 11:00am
Charms - Professor 2E (Professor Flitwick)
3rd Period: 12:30 pm - 13:30 pm
Defence Against the Dark Arts - Classroom 31 (Professor Quirrell)
4th Period: 13:30 pm - 14:30 pm
History of Magic - Classroom 72 (Professor Binns)
5th Period: 15:30 pm - 16:30 pm
Flying - Training Grounds (Madam Hooch)

FRIDAY
1st Period: 9:00 am - 10:00 am
Potions - Dungeon Five (Professor Snape)
2nd Period: 10:00 am - 11:00am
Potions - Dungeon Five (Professor Snape)
3rd Period: 12:30 pm - 13:30 pm
Herbology - Classroom 102 (Professor Sprout)
4th Period: 13:30 pm - 14:30 pm
Transfiguration - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)
5th Period: 15:30 pm - 16:30 pm
Magical Theory - Classroom 34 (Professor McGonagall)