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On Tuesday, Professor Binns's History class, comprising Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, transformed into a vibrant discussion forum. Harry, seated alongside Ron and Hermione, listened intently.
"Today, we embark on a new journey," Binns announced, his ghostly form beaming with enthusiasm. "The revised curriculum, incorporating diverse perspectives, begins now."
Binns's gaze met Harry's, and he smiled.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter, for inspiring this change."
Ron Weasley whispered to Harry.
"Blimey, you're famous!
Hermione Granger nudged Ron.
"Shh, let's listen."
Binns continued.
"The First Goblin War of 1412. We'll explore both Goblin and Wizard perspectives."
Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw student, asked.
"Professor, how did the war start?"
Binns replied.
"An excellent question, Mr. Corner. The Goblins sought equality and rights, while the Wizards feared losing power."
Neville Longbottom added.
"But didn't the Wizards have reason to fear Goblin aggression?"
Binns nodded.
"Indeed, Mr. Longbottom. Both sides had valid concerns. The issue's complexity led to the war."
Lisa Turpin, a Ravenclaw, observed.
"So, it's not just about who's right or wrong, but understanding why they believed what they did."
Parvati Patil, a Gryffindor, agreed.
"That makes sense. It's like two sides of the same coin."
Binns beamed.
"Precisely! This empathetic approach will serve you well in your future endeavors."
As the class concluded, students exchanged enthusiastic whispers.
"This is amazing!" Ron exclaimed.
"I never thought History could be so fascinating," Sue Li agreed.
Harry grinned.
"Thanks, Professor Binns. This is incredible!"
Binns's ghostly form glowed.
"The future of Hogwarts is bright with students like you, Mr. Potter."
After a thrilling Double Defense Against the Dark Arts class with the Ravenclaws, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione joined the Hufflepuffs for lunch. The Great Hall buzzed with conversation and clinking silverware.
Suddenly, an unusual owl swooped in, its feathers shimmering in the sunlight. The owl dropped a letter onto Harry's lap, and he smiled as he picked it up.
"Who's it from?" Ron asked, curiosity etched on his face.
"Gringotts Goblins," Harry replied, recognizing the seal.
Hermione's eyes widened.
"How did they know you're here?"
Neville leaned in.
"And what's with the weird writing?"
Harry chuckled.
"It's Gobbledegook, the Goblin language."
The group exchanged puzzled glances.
"How do you know what it says?" Ron asked.
Harry's smile grew.
"I'm Friend of the Goblin Nation. The Goblins gifted me books on their language and culture."
Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw, joined the conversation.
"That's incredible! Learning Gobbledegook is a rare feat."
Harry nodded.
"The Goblins taught me as part of my...privileges."
Hrmione's eyes sparkled.
"Tell us more."
Harry explained.
"As Friend of the Goblin Nation, I have certain rights and responsibilities. The Goblins share their knowledge and perspectives with me."
Ron whistled.
"Blimey, Harry! You're like a Goblin ambassador."
Harry opened the letter, scanning its contents.
"It's from the Gringotts Goblins. They say Hogwarts contacted them for the first time ever, seeking the Goblin perspective."
Neville's eyes widened.
"That's amazing!
Harry continued.
"The letter mentions that this change is thanks to me. The Goblin Nation is grateful."
The group fell silent, impressed by Harry's unique connection to the Goblin world.
Hermione smiled.
"You're making a difference, Harry."
Harry's face flushed.
"I just did what was right."
As they returned to their lunch, the group couldn't help but admire Harry's remarkable bond with the Goblin Nation.
"That's so cool," Ron said.
"Harry, you're a true bridge-builder," Michael added.
Harry shrugged.
"I just want to understand and help."
The conversation flowed, filled with excitement and admiration for Harry's extraordinary friendship with the Goblins.
Meanwhile, at the staff table, the teachers were abuzz with excitement.
"Did you hear?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes twinkling. "Harry Potter received a letter from Gringotts Goblins, written in Gobbledegook!"
Professor Sprout's eyebrows rose.
"Extraordinary! How did he learn the language?"
Dumbledore smiled.
"Harry's connection to the Goblin Nation is truly remarkable."
Snape, sipping his tea, surprisingly showed a hint of approval.
"Potter's...unexpected talents continue to surface."
Professor Binns, still enthusiastic about his revised curriculum, nodded.
"This development validates our new approach. Harry's influence extends beyond the classroom."
Flitwick, Charms master and part-Goblin himself, chuckled.
"Ah, I forgot to mention...Harry's been declared Friend of the Goblin Nation by the Goblins themselves."
McGonagall's eyes widened.
"That's incredible! What does it mean, Professor Flitwick?"
Flitwick beamed.
"As a Friend of the Goblin Nation, Harry's earned their trust and respect. He'll have access to their knowledge, culture, and...perhaps even their magic."
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"A remarkable honor, indeed."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Harry's bridge-building may pave the way for future cooperation between wizards and goblins."
Binns's eyes sparkled.
"Imagine the historical significance! A new era of understanding between our worlds."
Sprout smiled.
"Harry Potter, the catalyst for change."
Sinistra spoke up.
"This could have significant implications for our students. We should consider incorporating Goblin studies into our curriculum."
McGonagall nodded.
"I'll speak with the Hogwarts governors. This development deserves attention."
Dumbledore smiled.
"Harry's talents continue to surprise and inspire us. We must nurture this connection."
The staff table buzzed with excitement, anticipating the possibilities arising from Harry's extraordinary connection to the Goblin Nation.
"This is a remarkable opportunity," Dumbledore said. "We must support Harry's endeavors."
Flitwick added.
"I'll make sure to keep an eye on him. As a part-Goblin, I'm proud to see our kind's bond with Harry growing stronger."
After lunch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville headed to their Transfiguration class with the Ravenclaws. Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the classroom, welcoming the students.
"Today, we'll explore the limitations of Transfiguration," McGonagall announced.
The class listened intently as McGonagall explained the complexities of transforming objects.
"Remember, Transfiguration is not just about changing an object's form, but also its properties and structure," McGonagall emphasized.
Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw student, asked.
"Professor, what are the most common mistakes students make during Transfiguration?"
McGonagall replied.
"Overestimating their abilities and neglecting the object's inherent properties."
Harry nodded, taking mental notes.
After a productive Transfiguration class, the group proceeded to their Potions lesson with the Slytherins. Snape's imposing figure stood at the front of the dungeon classroom.
"Today, we'll discuss the importance of temperature in potion-making," Snape announced, his eyes scanning the room.
Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin student, smirked.
"Temperature's not that complicated, Professor."
Snape's gaze narrowed.
"Ah, but it is, Mr. Malfoy. Temperature control can make or break a potion."
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Professor, how does temperature affect the stability of ingredients?"
Snape nodded.
"An excellent question, Miss Granger. Temperature influences the reactivity and solubility of ingredients."
Ron whispered to Harry.
"Snape's actually being nice to Hermione."
Harry whispered back.
"Maybe he's impressed with her Potions skills."
As the lesson progressed, Snape demonstrated the delicate balance of temperature in potion-making.
"Observe how the temperature affects the potion's color and consistency," Snape instructed.
The class watched intently, taking notes and asking questions.
"Temperature is crucial," Snape emphasized. "A slight miscalculation can render the potion useless or, worse, hazardous."
The Potions lesson concluded, leaving the students with a deeper understanding of the intricate art of potion-making.
"Well done, class," Snape said. "Your attention to detail is...adequate."
Wednesday proved to be an engaging day for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. Their morning began with Potions class alongside the Slytherins.
"Today, we'll delve into the theory behind the Forgetfulness Potion," Snape announced, writing complex equations on the blackboard.
Draco Malfoy yawned.
"Boring theory, Professor."
Snape's gaze narrowed.
"Understanding the theoretical foundations is crucial, Mr. Malfoy. Without it, your potions will be ineffective."
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Professor, how does the Forgetfulness Potion affect memories?"
Snape nodded.
"An excellent question, Miss Granger. The potion alters the neural connections, suppressing specific memories."
After a productive Potions lesson, the group proceeded to Defence Against the Dark Arts with the Ravenclaws. Professor Quirrell, still nervous due to Harry's active participation, taught with renewed enthusiasm.
"Today, we'll discuss treating werewolf bites," Quirrell announced, his turban gleaming in the sunlight.
Ron whispered to Harry.
"Finally, something useful."
Harry whispered back.
"Quirrell's actually teaching well today."
Quirrell explained.
"While we can't cure Lycanthropy, we can treat the wound. However, the scar will remain."
Neville asked.
"Professor, what are the symptoms of a werewolf bite?"
Quirrell nodded.
"Excellent question, Mr. Longbottom. The bite will cause fever, nausea, and...eventually, transformation."
Hermione took notes.
"So, the treatment focuses on managing the symptoms?"
Quirrell smiled.
"Precisely, Miss Granger. We'll learn how to create a poultice to reduce inflammation and alleviate pain."
As the lesson progressed, Quirrell demonstrated various techniques for treating werewolf bites.
"Remember, swift treatment is crucial," Quirrell emphasized.
The class concluded, leaving the students better equipped to handle the dangers of the wizarding world.
"Well done, class," Quirrell said. "Your participation is...appreciated."
Harry smiled, satisfied with the day's lessons.
"That was actually helpful," Ron said.
Hermione nodded.
"Quirrell's improving."
Neville grinned.
"Thanks to you, Harry. You're making him try harder."
After a lively lunch with the Hufflepuffs, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville headed to their Herbology class. Professor Sprout welcomed them with a warm smile.
"Today, we'll learn to harness fire to remove harmful weeds," Sprout announced. "But remember, selectively, without damaging healthy plants."
Harry's eyes sparkled.
"I've been waiting for this!"
Sprout handed each student a small plot.
"Demonstrate the fire-making spell. Incendio, but control it."
Harry mastered the spell first, earning points and praise.
"Well done, Harry!" Sprout exclaimed.
Neville, Susan, Hermione, Ron, and Hannah soon followed, successfully casting the spell.
Next, they attended Charms with the Ravenclaws. Professor Flitwick taught the theory behind the Lumos charm.
"Lumos is more than just a spell," Flitwick explained. "It's understanding light manipulation."
Hermione asked.
"Professor, how does Lumos differ from Incendio?"
Flitwick beamed.
"An excellent question, Miss Granger! Lumos produces soft, sustained light, whereas Incendio creates intense flames."
Flitwick promised.
"Next class, we'll practice Lumos. Get ready to shine!"
The fifth period was free, giving the students a brief respite.
That night, they gathered for their first Astronomy practical class with the Hufflepuffs. Professor Sinistra introduced them to the telescopes.
"Tonight, we'll explore the night sky," Sinistra said.
Harry, familiar with telescopes from his time at Fawcett Manor, quickly adjusted his scope.
"Easy as pie," Ron whispered, struggling with his telescope.
Harry grinned.
"Practice makes perfect, Ron."
Their task was to find and count the Rings of Saturn. Harry swiftly completed the assignment, earning points.
After class, Harry excused himself to continue working on his magical map of Hogwarts.
"I'll meet you guys in the Gryffindor common room," Harry said.
As he explored the first floor, Harry's thoughts turned to the next day's adventures.
Back in his dormitory, Harry climbed into bed, feeling content.
"Tomorrow's going to be amazing," Harry said to himself, drifting off to sleep.
Thursday proved to be an exciting day for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. Their morning began with Defence Against the Dark Arts alongside the Ravenclaws.
"Today, we'll continue treating werewolf bites," Professor Quirrell announced.
Neville asked.
"Professor, what are the chances of infection?"
Quirrell replied.
"Low, if treated promptly. But the scar will remain."
Next, they attended double Charms with the Slytherins. Professor Flitwick taught the Lumos spell.
"Lumos is a delicate spell," Flitwick explained. "Focus on the light."
Harry mastered the spell quickly, earning points.
"Well done, Harry!" Flitwick exclaimed.
Hermione, Daphne, and Draco soon followed, successfully casting the spell.
Draco smirked.
"Not bad, Potter. But I'm better."
Ron whispered to Harry.
" Ignore him."
After Charms, they headed to Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.
"Today, we'll learn about the Spiky Bush," Professor Sprout said.
Susan asked.
"Professor, how do we handle its thorns?"
Sprout replied.
"Wear gloves and cut carefully."
The group then attended Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws.
"Today, we'll learn the transfiguration formula," Professor McGonagall announced.
Hermione took notes.
"This is complex."
McGonagall nodded.
"Practice makes perfect, Miss Granger."
After Transfiguration, Harry slipped away to explore the first floor, continuing his mission to map Hogwarts.
Later, returning to the Gryffindor common room, Harry noticed a notice on the board.
"First flying lesson tomorrow!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione's eyes widened.
"But it's with Slytherin! What if they try something?"
Neville frowned.
"We'll stick together."
Harry reassured them.
"We'll be fine. Madam Hooch will supervise."
Hermione nodded.
"You're right. We'll show them our skills."
The group began to discuss strategies and worries about the upcoming flying lesson.
"I'll make sure to arrive early," Neville said.
"Me too," Ron agreed.
Harry grinned.
"We'll soar."
The evening ended with anticipation and nerves about the next day's flying adventure.
Friday morning dawned, and Harry noticed Hermione and Neville's anxiety as they sat in the Gryffindor common room.
"I don't know if I can do this," Hermione said, fretting. "Flying can't be learned from books."
Neville nodded, his eyes wide with concern. "I'm worried I'll crash or something."
Harry reassured them. "Don't worry, I'll talk to Professor Hooch." He slipped out to find Hooch on the grounds, where she was inspecting the Quidditch pitch.
"Professor, some students are worried about the flying lesson," Harry said. "I'm afraid they might lead to accidents."
Hooch's expression turned serious. "What's your suggestion, Mr. Potter?"
Harry hesitated. "If we had someone to teach the nervous ones separately, slowly...while you teach the others." Hooch nodded thoughtfully. "That's a great idea, but who? Unfortunately, no older students will be free to help."
Harry smiled. "I think I can help." Hooch raised an eyebrow. "Do you know flying, Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded, remembering Ginny's patient lessons at Fawcett Manor. "Yes, I do." Hooch's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Really? Well, let's see."
She handed Harry a school broom, its wooden handle smooth and polished. "Show me." Harry mounted the broom, feeling its balance and weight. With a gentle kick, he lifted off the ground, soaring effortlessly above the Quidditch pitch.
Hooch's jaw dropped. "Exceptional control! You're compensating for wind resistance...and your turns are smooth." Harry performed a series of intricate maneuvers, the broom responding eagerly to his commands.
Hooch watched, astonished. "Your takeoff and landing are flawless...and your speed control is impressive." As Harry gently touched down on the grass, Hooch approached him, beaming.
"Mr. Potter, you're a natural!" Harry blushed, thinking of Ginny. "I had a great teacher."
Hooch's eyes twinkled. "Well, whoever it was, they did an excellent job." Harry smiled, feeling proud. "I'll help the nervous students, Professor."
Hooch nodded. "I'd be grateful. You'll work wonders with them." With a newfound sense of purpose, Harry returned to his friends.
"Guys, I've got some great news!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione's eyes sparkled. "What is it?"
Harry grinned. "I'm going to help Professor Hooch teach flying!" Neville's face lit up. "You'll teach us?"
Harry nodded. "Just the nervous ones. Don't worry, I've got you covered." Hermione smiled. "Thanks, Harry." Neville nodded. "We owe you one."
Harry's thoughts lingered on Ginny as he walked to his dormitory. Suddenly, he spotted a letter on his bedside table, addressed to him in Ginny's handwriting. His heart skipped a beat.
"Dear Harry," the letter began, "I hope you're doing well. Mum and Dad are planning to visit Charlie in Romania during Christmas. I was really looking forward to meeting you, but it seems like we won't be able to."
Harry's face fell, disappointment washing over him. He had been counting on spending Christmas with Ginny.
"But I understand," he thought to himself. "Ginny has a family, unlike me."
His mind drifted to their moments together at Fawcett Manor - their laughter, their whispers, and their kisses. Harry's cheeks flushed.
Before he knew it, the morning had slipped away, and the first period was about to begin.
"Double Potions with Slytherins," Ron groaned, joining Harry on the way to class. "Just what we needed."
Harry shook off his daydreams.
"Let's focus on Potions," he said.
In Double Potions with Slytherins, the students were tasked with brewing the intricate Forgetfulness Potion. Harry's happiness was palpable, his thoughts filled with Ginny.
"I'll make this potion perfect for her," he thought.
With precision and care, Harry measured ingredients and mixed the concoction. His potion was flawless, completed well ahead of the others.
"Excellent work, Potter," Snape murmured, observing Harry's technique.
Emboldened, Harry decided to create another potion using his own recipe. He carefully combined ingredients, anticipating their reactions.
Snape watched Harry intently, sensing a change in him.
"Potter seems...different," Snape thought. "A sparkle in his eyes, like mine when I... Ah, love. Who is it? Granger? Patil? Susan Bones? Lily Moon? Or perhaps Daphne?"
Unaware of Snape's musings, Harry finished his second potion.
When Snape began testing the students' potions, Harry's Forgetfulness Potion earned an Outstanding (O) grade, the only one in the class.
"Unbelievable!" Draco exclaimed. "Potter's always getting lucky."
Ron grinned.
"That's skill, mate."
Hermione nodded.
"Harry's been practicing."
Snape's expression remained stoic.
"Well done, Potter. Though not surprising."
Harry politely asked Snape to test his second potion.
"Now Potter's getting overconfident," Snape thought.
However, upon testing the potion, Snape's eyes widened.
"This is...remarkable. A better form of the Forgetfulness Potion."
Snape turned to Harry.
"Potter, how did you achieve this?"
Harry explained.
"I formed my own recipe, considering the theory and potion ingredients' reactions."
Snape's gaze lingered on Harry.
"Unusual...initiative. Very well, Potter. Your innovation earns you extra points."
The Slytherins exchanged disbelieving glances.
"Potter's a genius," Pansy Parkinson whispered.
Draco scowled.
"Lucky, that's all."
Harry smiled to himself, thinking of Ginny.
"This one's for you."
Snape's expression softened, a rare sight. "Potter, your potion has great potential," Snape said. "It could revolutionize memory modification."
Harry's eyes lit up. "Professor, will you make sure my potion reaches the right place?" he asked humbly. Snape raised an eyebrow. "You don't want credit, Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "No, sir. I just want it to help people." Snape's gaze lingered on Harry, bewildered. "You deserve credit, Potter. Your work is exceptional."
As Snape spoke, Harry noticed several girls watching him in awe, their faces filled with admiration. Except Hermione, who smiled knowingly. Harry grew uneasy under the intense gaze.
Snape's curiosity got the better of him. "Potter, how did you achieve this?" Harry repeated his explanation, adding, "I made this remembering my love of life, my girlfriend, Ginny Weasley."
The classroom fell silent. The girls' faces fell, disappointment etched on their features. Pansy Parkinson's eyes widened. "Ten years old?" Susan Bones whispered. Draco snorted. "Potter's lost his mind."
Ron, Hermione, and Neville exchanged amused glances, knowing Harry's secret. "Good for you, Harry," Ron mouthed. Hermione smiled.
Snape's expression transformed, out of character. "Who is Ginny Weasley?" Snape asked, his voice softer. Harry's face lit up. "She's at the Burrow now, ten years old, but I love her nonetheless."
The classroom erupted into whispers and gasps. Snape's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. "I...see," Snape said slowly. For a moment, Snape's mask slipped, revealing a hint of understanding.
"Well, Potter," Snape cleared his throat. "Your potion will indeed reach the right place." As the lesson concluded, Harry's friends approached him.
"Way to go, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione chuckled. "You're officially the most eligible bachelor in Hogwarts." Neville grinned. "Ginny's lucky." Harry blushed. "Shut up, guys."
The Great Hall was abuzz during lunch, the usual chatter amplified by the latest gossip. News of Harry Potter's girlfriend had spread like wildfire, leaving many students stunned.
"I heard he's dating some girl named Ginny Weasley," a Ravenclaw student whispered.
"A ten-year-old?" a Slytherin girl replied, rolling her eyes. "That's ridiculous."
Disappointment etched on many faces, particularly among the female students who had harbored hopes of catching Harry's eye.
Sue Li scowled. "I always thought he'd notice me."
Susan Bones sighed. "I guess I'll never have a chance."
Lavender Brown pouted. "He's wasting his time on some little girl."
Even some of the older students couldn't help but discuss the news.
"I never thought Harry would settle down so soon," a seventh-year Gryffindor said.
"I heard she's Ron Weasley's sister," another student added.
Hermione, Ron, and Neville sat with Harry, enjoying the commotion.
"Looks like you're famous again, Harry," Ron chuckled.
Hermione smiled. "For once, it's not because of Voldemort."
Neville grinned. "Ginny's going to love this."
Harry blushed, shaking his head. "Shut up, guys."
As the lunch bell rang, signaling the end of the period, the murmurs persisted.
"Harry Potter's taken," someone whispered.
The Great Hall echoed with the name "Ginny Weasley," a constant reminder that the Boy Who Lived was now spoken for.
At the staff table, Snape led an unconventional discussion about Harry and his professed love for Ginny.
"I find it intriguing," Snape said. "Potter's attachment to this...Ginny Weasley." McGonagall's expression turned thoughtful.
"Actually, Severus, this isn't new information to me," she said. The other professors leaned in, interested.
"What do you mean, Minerva?" Sprout asked. McGonagall's eyes clouded.
"Few weeks ago, Potter took a fatal blast to save Ginny Weasley. He was critically injured, but when he recovered..." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes somber.
"Yes, I recall the incident." Flitwick and Sinistra exchanged concerned glances.
"What did he say?" Snape asked, his curiosity piqued. McGonagall's voice softened.
"When I asked him if it was worth the risk, Potter replied, 'It was worth it. She's worth it.'" The staff table fell silent.
Snape's expression transformed, his usual sarcasm replaced by surprise. "I...had no idea," he said. Sprout's eyes widened.
"That's remarkable. Potter's willingness to risk his life..." Flitwick nodded.
"...speaks volumes about his feelings." Sinistra's voice filled with awe.
"And Ginny Weasley's influence on him..." Dumbledore smiled.
"Love can inspire greatness, my dear colleagues." McGonagall's gaze lingered on Snape.
"Perhaps, Severus, Potter's love is genuine." Snape's mask slipped, revealing a hint of understanding.
"Perhaps," he said, his voice low. The staff table's atmosphere shifted, their perception of Harry's relationship with Ginny forever altered.
Today, History class with the Ravenclaws was a highlight for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. Professor Binns, once notorious for his dry lectures, had transformed since Harry's heart-to-heart with him.
"Welcome, students! Today, we'll delve into the fascinating tale of Raganwod the Third and King Mark," Binns said. Harry's hand shot up.
"Professor, wasn't Raganwod justified in challenging King Mark's tyranny?"
Anthony Goldstein countered, "But King Mark held the rightful claim to the throne, Harry."
Ron jumped in. "Yet Raganwod's reforms benefited the kingdom. He wasn't power-hungry like Mark."
Hermione added, "Raganwod's economic policies promoted growth and stability."
Neville chimed in. "King Mark's alliances with neighboring kingdoms were questionable."
The debate intensified, with students presenting their arguments. Binns paced the room, his enthusiasm infectious.
"Brilliant points, students! Raganwod's legacy is complex. Consider the context – Raganwod's assassination by poison...was it justified or cowardly?"
"Absolutely not justified!" Harry exclaimed. "Agreed," Ron said. "Raganwod deserved a fair trial."
Hermione nodded. "The people's support for Raganwod was clear." Neville concluded, "King Mark's desperation led to Raganwod's demise."
Binns beamed. "Outstanding discussion, students! Your insights have revitalized my perspective on Raganwod."
As class concluded, Ron grinned. "Binns is on fire today!" Hermione chuckled. "Thanks to you, Harry."
Neville smiled. "Raganwod's story deserves a rewrite." Harry smiled. "Glad we brought history to life."
Binns approached them. "Well done, students. Your passion for history is inspiring. Keep it up!"
At the Burrow, Molly received a letter from Ron, her son. She eagerly opened it, expecting updates on his Hogwarts adventures. As she unfolded the parchment, her eyes scanned the pages, and a warm smile spread across her face.
"Today was insane, Mum," Ron's letter began. "Harry announced to the whole class that Ginny is his girlfriend, and even called her his 'love of life'! I've never seen him so confident."
Molly's eyes widened as she read on.
"And to top it off, Harry created a revolutionary potion and dedicated it to Ginny!" Ron wrote. "The whole class was stunned. Even Snape was impressed."
Molly's heart swelled with pride and happiness. She couldn't wait to share the news with Ginny.
"Molly hastily called out, "Ginny, come quick! You won't believe Ron's letter!" Ginny, who was busy in the backyard, rushed in, curiosity etched on her face.
"Mum, what is it?" Ginny asked, her eyes sparkling.
Molly handed her the letter. Ginny's eyes scanned the pages, her face flushing. Her lips curled into a gentle smile, and her eyes shone with unshed tears.
As she finished reading, Ginny's face contorted, overwhelmed by emotions. She took a deep breath, and her voice barely above a whisper.
"Mum...I love him too."
Molly's arms enveloped Ginny in a warm hug.
"I know, dear. You two have been sweet on each other for a while," Molly said softly.
Ginny nodded, sniffling. Tears streamed down her face as she buried herself in Molly's embrace.
"We know it, Mum, but we haven't confessed it to each other...consciously," Ginny whispered.
Molly smiled knowingly.
"Sometimes, love doesn't need words. It just is," Molly replied.
Ginny smiled back, her eyes shining.
"I'm so happy, Mum."
Molly's heart overflowed with joy.
"I'm happy for you, dear. You deserve all the love in the world."
As they hugged, Molly whispered.
"Ron's right; Harry's potion will change the wizarding world. And I think he's already changed yours."
Ginny's face glowed, her love for Harry radiant.
"I love him, Mum," she repeated, her voice filled with conviction.
Molly held Ginny at arm's length, gazing into her eyes.
"I love seeing you so happy, Ginny."
Ginny's smile faltered for a moment.
"Mum, do you think Harry truly means it?"
Molly's expression turned reassuring.
"Ron wouldn't joke about something like that, dear. Harry's genuine."
Ginny's face lit up once more.
"I'll write to him tonight," Ginny exclaimed.
Molly chuckled.
"I think that's a wonderful idea."
At lunch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville sat together, sharing a secret. They had decided to keep it under wraps that Harry would be assisting Madam Hooch during the first flying lesson.
Nearby, at the Gryffindor table, Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain, led a discussion with Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Fred and George Weasley, and Alicia Spinnet.
"We've held tryouts for Seeker, but no one's impressed me yet," Oliver said, frustration etched on his face.
"I know, it's worrying," Angelina replied. "We need someone with exceptional flying skills and instincts."
"And speed," Katie added. "We can't afford to lose points because our Seeker is slow."
Fred and George exchanged mischievous grins. "We've been working on a new broom, Oliver. Maybe that'll give our Seeker an edge."
Alicia nodded. "But even the best broom can't compensate for lack of talent."
Oliver's expression turned grave. "If we don't find a decent Seeker soon, we can forget about the House Cup."
"We can't give up," Angelina said. "We need to keep searching."
As they walked out, Oliver called out, "Let's find our Seeker soon, team! The House Cup depends on it!"
Neville's face lit up as he received a parcel from his grandma at the table. He eagerly opened it, revealing a letter and a small package.
The letter read, "Dear Neville, I hope you're doing well and making your parents proud as a Gryffindor. I know I can be a bit reproachful, but I also know you have your own struggles with clumsiness and forgetfulness, so I've sent you a Remembrall to help you keep track of things." Inside the parcel, Neville found the Remembrall, a small, shimmering device.
"Wow, Neville! Your grandma sent you a Remembrall!" Harry exclaimed. "Haven't you written to her yet?" Ron asked.
"I sent a letter yesterday," Neville replied. "It must not have reached yet."
"Your grandma will be proud when she finds out you're shining at Hogwarts," Harry said. Neville smiled.
At the Hufflepuff table, Draco Malfoy sauntered over. "Longbottom's got a Remembrall? How cute," Draco sneered. "You'd forget your own name without it, wouldn't you?"
Harry motioned to Ron, Hermione, and Neville to remain calm. They exchanged knowing smiles, aware Professor Flitwick was listening.
Undeterred, Draco continued to taunt Neville. "That's enough, Mr. Malfoy!" Flitwick's voice rang out.
"Twenty points from Slytherin! Apologize to Mr. Longbottom," Flitwick declared. Draco's face twisted.
"Sorry, Longbottom." Neville held out his hand, and Draco returned the Remembrall.
"Thank you, Professor Flitwick," Neville said. Flitwick smiled.
"Remember, Neville, your bravery and accomplishments make your family proud." Neville pocketed the Remembrall.
"That was amazing, Professor Flitwick," Hermione said. "Well done, Neville," Ron added.
Harry grinned. "You're a natural-born hero, Neville." Neville chuckled.
"I'll treasure this Remembrall," Neville said.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin first-year students gathered on the grounds for their inaugural flying lesson. Draco Malfoy and his cohorts were busy snickering and insulting the Gryffindors, particularly targeting Harry.
"Potter's got a girlfriend, and she's a Weasley," Draco sneered. "Ginny Weasley, the little know-it-all." Harry remained calm, his expression unwavering, until Draco continued.
"And I hear Ginny's as clumsy as her mother. Probably can't even cast a proper spell." Harry's eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a dangerously calm tone.
"Don't insult her, Malfoy. Not one word." Draco smirked, but Harry's intensity made him hesitate.
"Or what, Potter? You'll cry to Dumbledore?" The pleasant weather suddenly shifted, dark clouds gathering, strong winds blowing, and thunder rumbling.
Ron, Hermione, and Neville exchanged worried glances. "Harry, calm down," Ron whispered. "Hermione's right, Harry, don't let him get to you," Neville added.
Hermione placed a gentle hand on Harry's arm. "Think of Ginny, Harry." Harry's gaze softened, recalling Ginny's smiling face.
He took a deep breath, and the turbulent weather subsided, returning to its previous serenity. Draco's smirk faltered, fear creeping into his eyes.
"Shut up, Malfoy," one of his cronies whispered, tugging his arm. Draco's face paled, and he fell silent.
Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis from Slytherin shot Harry apologetic glances. "Sorry, Harry," Tracey mouthed.
"Let's just get this lesson started," Ron said. Draco remained quiet, his usual bravado replaced by unease.
Harry's eyes still lingered on Draco, a silent warning. "I mean it, Malfoy," Harry said. "Leave Ginny alone."
Madam Hooch arrived, her presence commanding attention. She began by placing the broomsticks on the ground and explaining the basic techniques of flying in detail.
"Today, we'll cover the theory before taking to the skies," she said. "I know some of you are nervous, so don't worry, we'll have separate instruction for those who need it."
The students exchanged curious glances, wondering who would be leading the separate group.
"Who would like to join the separate group?" Madam Hooch asked.
Hermione, Neville, and Sally from Gryffindor, along with Tracey and Crabbe from Slytherin, raised their hands.
To everyone's surprise, Crabbe, known for his bullying ways, was among those seeking extra guidance.
Madam Hooch smiled. "Excellent. Now, I'd like to introduce your assistant instructor for today – Harry Potter."
Draco, Goyle, and Pansy protested.
"Potter? You can't be serious!" Draco exclaimed.
Madam Hooch stood firm. "I've tested Potter's skills, and I assure you, he's more than qualified. If you doubt my judgment, you're free to leave the lesson."
The trio hesitated, but their desire to learn flying kept them from departing.
Crabbe looked turmoil-ridden, his nervousness evident.
"Reluctantly, I'll stay," Crabbe muttered.
Harry's calm demeanor belied his inner excitement.
"Let's get started," Madam Hooch said, "but first, let's review the safety guidelines."
The lesson was about to begin, with Harry Potter as the unexpected assistant instructor.
Madam Hooch led the main group, while Harry worked with the smaller group, patiently teaching them to mount their brooms.
"Okay, let's start with getting comfortable on the broom," Harry said. "Neville, you're first."
With Harry's guidance, Neville settled onto his broom, followed by Hermione, Tracey, Sally, and finally, Crabbe.
Crabbe was taken aback by Harry's warm demeanor, expecting disdain or hostility given their Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry.
"Everyone stay grounded for now," Harry instructed. "Let's focus on balance."
Approaching Crabbe, Harry offered polite and respectful guidance.
"Keep your knees bent, Crabbe, and hold the handle firmly."
Within minutes, Crabbe's uncertainty vanished, replaced by confidence.
"Great job, Crabbe!" Harry exclaimed. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm good," Crabbe replied, surprised by Harry's kindness.
"Excellent! Join Madam Hooch's group now," Harry said with a smile.
Next, Harry approached Sally. "Let's work on your posture, Sally."
Sally nodded, and with Harry's instruction, she soon soared into the air.
"You're doing fantastically, Sally!" Harry said. "Join the others now."
Hermione was the last to require assistance.
"Your grip is slightly off, Hermione," Harry pointed out. "Try adjusting it."
Hermione made the adjustment and lifted off effortlessly.
"Thanks, Harry!" she called out, joining the main group.
Tracey and Neville remained, observing Harry's teaching style.
"You're really good at this, Harry," Neville said.
Harry smiled. "Just remember, it's all about confidence."
With his group now integrated into Madam Hooch's, Harry's successful instruction had bridged the Slytherin-Gryffindor divide, if only for a moment.
Harry turned his attention to Tracey, providing gentle guidance.
"Remember, Tracey, it's all about balance and trust in the broom."
Tracey required more time and patience, but Harry's calm demeanor put her at ease.
With persistence, she finally mastered the mounting technique.
"Thanks, Harry!" Tracey exclaimed, joining Madam Hooch's group.
Meanwhile, Draco seethed in the main group, his pride wounded.
"Potter thinks he's so special, teaching and showing off," Draco muttered to himself.
Madam Hooch's correction of his broom-mounting technique only fueled his anger.
"Your grip is incorrect, Draco," Madam Hooch said.
Draco snorted. "I've been doing this for years, how can Potter do it better?"
Seeking revenge, Draco sneaked away from the main group, unnoticed.
Harry was now instructing Neville, who was visibly nervous.
"Don't worry, Neville, you've got this," Harry reassured.
Neville's fears dissipated as he lifted off, soaring into the sky.
But disaster struck – the Remembrall slipped from Neville's pocket.
Draco, lurking nearby, quickly mounted a broom and snatched the Remembrall.
"Ha! You'll never reach this, Longbottom!" Draco taunted, hovering above.
Neville landed, his face fallen.
"Give it back, Draco!" Harry demanded.
Draco sneered. "You'll have to find it first. I'll hide it where Longbottom can't reach."
With that, Draco flew off, leaving Harry and Neville worried.
"What are we going to do, Harry?" Neville asked.
"Don't worry, Neville. We'll get it back," Harry replied, determination etched on his face.
Draco hovered 10 meters above the ground, the Remembrall clutched in his hand, when Harry spotted a big tree behind him. A Cornix pixie, perched in the branches, was about to drop an egg from its nest.
"No, please don't!" Harry called out to the pixie. "The mother bird will be devastated if her egg breaks. Give it back!" Draco sneered, thinking Harry was pleading with him.
"Pathetic, Potter," Draco taunted. But Harry's attention remained fixed on the pixie.
Madam Hooch and the students watched in confusion, unsure why Harry was "begging" Draco. The pixie, still mischievous, prepared to drop the egg.
Without hesitation, Harry mounted his broom and sped toward Draco. Everyone, including Draco and Madam Hooch, expected Harry to confront Draco.
Instead, Harry zoomed past Draco, focusing on the egg now falling through the air. In a stunning display of agility, Harry caught the egg mid-air.
He gently returned it to the nest, the pixie having vanished. Draco's smirk returned.
"Missed your target, Potter!" Draco jeered, tossing the Remembrall 50 feet into the air. Harry accelerated, chasing after the Remembrall.
Professor McGonagall, observing from her office window, witnessed the incredible feat. Harry reached the Remembrall near the window and caught it with ease.
He landed safely, returning the Remembrall to Neville. "Thanks, Harry!" Neville exclaimed.
The students stared in awe, replaying the sequence in their minds. "Unbelievable!" Ron whispered.
Draco landed, shock etched on his face. Madam Hooch approached Harry, beaming.
"Potter, that was extraordinary!" she exclaimed. Harry smiled.
"Just glad I could help." The scene had unfolded in mere seconds, but its impact would linger.
Madam Hooch approached Harry, her eyes shining with admiration. "Harry, how did you manage that incredible feat?" she asked.
Harry blushed, overwhelmed by the praise. "I just couldn't let the egg fall and break," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
The students gathered around him, showering accolades.
"Brilliant, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.
"Unbelievable!" Hermione echoed.
Harry's eyes misted as he recalled a painful memory. "A few years ago, I saw a similar incident. A pigeon's egg fell from its nest in the wind, and I tried to catch it but failed."
His voice trembled. "The mother pigeon was devastated. She died from grief, losing her egg. I couldn't bear the thought of another mother going through that."
His gaze drifted, lost in thought. "I know what it's like to lose family. My mother died to save me. I'm an orphan."
The students listened, captivated by Harry's vulnerability.
"I couldn't let that happen to another mother, even if it's just a bird," Harry continued. "A mother and son should never be separated."
Madam Hooch's expression softened. "You're not just an exceptional wizard, Harry, but a compassionate soul."
Neville's eyes shone with gratitude. "Thanks, Harry. The Remembrall's precious to me."
Hermione placed a gentle hand on Harry's arm. "You're amazing, Harry."
Ron nodded vigorously. "You're the best, mate."
Even Draco's cronies, Goyle and Pansy, exchanged impressed glances.
Draco's gaze lingered on Harry, his expression hidden behind a mask of indifference. For a fleeting moment, his eyes betrayed a glimmer of understanding, but he quickly suppressed it.
Madam Hooch smiled warmly. "Today's lesson has taught us more than just flying. It's shown us the value of empathy and courage."
The students nodded in agreement, their admiration for Harry growing.
Tracey Davis, a Slytherin student, spoke up. "I never knew you were so brave, Harry."
Crabbe, Draco's accomplice, looked at Harry with newfound respect.
As they dispersed, Harry's words lingered: "I know what it's like to lose family... I don't want even a bird to go through that."
The poignant reminder of his own loss hung in the air, a testament to Harry's enduring spirit and capacity for compassion.
Professor McGonagall awarded Harry 20 points for bravery, while Madam Hooch added another 20 for assisting her.
"Excellent work, Harry!" McGonagall exclaimed.
The students applauded and cheered.
Hooch approached Harry. "Would you be willing to assist me again tomorrow with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw flying lesson?"
"Of course, Professor Hooch," Harry agreed.
McGonagall motioned Hooch to join her in a corner for a private conversation.
"Why did you choose Harry to assist you?" McGonagall asked.
"His flying skills are exceptional," Hooch replied. "Today's incident showcased not only his bravery but also his agility and quick thinking."
McGonagall's eyes sparkled. "How good is he, exactly?"
"He could play professionally if he continues to develop his skills," Hooch said.
McGonagall's expression turned thoughtful. "It would be ideal if Harry could play Seeker for Gryffindor."
Hooch nodded in agreement. "We should speak with Dumbledore about waiving the rule restricting first-years from Quidditch."
McGonagall approached Harry, her voice stern.
"Harry Potter, follow me."
The students exchanged worried glances.
Draco thought, "Ah, Potter's in trouble now."
Harry trailed McGonagall to an empty classroom door. She knocked.
"Is Wood present?" McGonagall asked.
For a split second, Harry feared punishment.
The door opened, revealing Oliver Wood, Gryffindor's fifth-year Quidditch captain.
"Ah, Oliver, I've found your new Seeker," McGonagall announced.
Harry's eyes widened in shock.
Wood's expression mirrored Harry's. "Are you certain, Professor?"
McGonagall recounted Harry's flying feat.
Wood's face transformed from skepticism to awe.
"I'm Oliver Wood, Gryffindor Quidditch captain," he introduced himself.
Harry hesitated, unsure.
"I'll join the team only if you hold proper tryouts," Harry said firmly.
McGonagall and Wood exchanged surprised glances.
"I want to earn my place fairly," Harry explained. "Some students have trained all year, and it wouldn't be right to take their chance away."
Wood nodded thoughtfully. "I see your point."
McGonagall smiled. "Very well, Harry. We'll hold tryouts tomorrow"
Harry's determination impressed McGonagall.
"I won't accept special treatment due to my... fame," Harry said.
Wood grinned. "You're going to fit right in, Potter."
As Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, he was met with a thunderous applause. News of his daring feat had spread like wildfire, and his fellow students were eager to celebrate.
"Bravo, Harry!" someone shouted.
"Well done, Potter!" another student exclaimed.
Harry's face flushed with embarrassment as he attempted to make a hasty retreat.
"No, no, it was nothing," Harry muttered, trying to downplay his heroics.
But the students wouldn't let him escape. They surrounded him, congratulating and patting him on the back.
"Modest as always, Harry!" Ron said with a grin.
Hermione beamed with pride. "We're so proud of you, Harry!"
Harry's attempts to flee were thwarted as the students continued to applaud and cheer.
Finally, he managed to break free and made a dash for the stairs leading to his dormitory.
"Leave me alone, guys!" Harry laughed, his face still flushed.
As he disappeared into the dormitory, the applause gradually died down.
Ron turned to Hermione. "He's really something, isn't he?"
Hermione smiled. "Harry's always been special."
In the dormitory, Harry collapsed onto his bed, still grinning from ear to ear.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that his life at Hogwarts was about to change forever.
Harry settled into his dormitory, still basking in the glow of his eventful day. He pulled out a piece of parchment and began to write a letter to Ginny.
"Dear Ginny," he started, "today was incredible. I couldn't believe what happened during flying lessons. I saved a bird's egg from falling and then caught Neville's Remembrall in mid-air."
Harry's pen moved swiftly across the parchment, detailing his conversation with McGonagall and Hooch, and his surprise meeting with Oliver Wood.
"I might get to play Quidditch for Gryffindor!" he exclaimed in the letter. Finishing the letter, Harry folded it and addressed it to Ginny.
He called out to Hedwig, who was perched on her pedestal, watching him with big, round eyes. "Hey, Hedwig! Got a special delivery for Ginny," Harry said, handing her the letter.
Hedwig softly hooted, taking the letter in her beak. "Off you go, girl!" Harry whispered, releasing Hedwig into the night.
As Hedwig soared into the darkness, Harry smiled, knowing Ginny would soon share in his excitement. "I'll write back soon!" Harry whispered after Hedwig, already looking forward to Ginny's response.
Harry was settling in for a quiet evening when he heard a faint fluttering outside his window. He opened it to find Errol, the Weasley owl, perched on the sill.
"Hey, Errol! Come on in," Harry said, welcoming the owl.
He offered Errol food and water, and gently petted his soft feathers.
Once Errol was comfortable, Harry retrieved the letter attached to the owl's leg.
As he unfolded the parchment, his heart skipped a beat.
The letter was from Ginny.
"Dear Harry," she wrote, "Ron told me about today's Potions class. I couldn't believe what you did! Creating a revolutionary potion and dedicating it to me?"
Harry's face flushed with embarrassment.
But Ginny's next words made his heart soar.
"And then Ron said you announced I'm your girlfriend! I'm blushing just thinking about it."
Ginny's letter continued, filled with excitement and affection.
"I'm so proud of you, Harry. You're always so brave and thoughtful."
Harry's eyes shone with happiness as he finished reading.
"Thanks, Errol," Harry whispered, stroking the owl's feathers. "You brought me the best news ever."
Errol softly hooted, nuzzling Harry's hand.
Harry smiled, already planning his response to Ginny's letter.
"I've got to write back tonight," he thought, his heart still aglow.
With Errol settled in for the night, Harry sat down to craft his reply.
As the evening drew to a close, Harry settled into bed, his thoughts consumed by Ginny. He couldn't shake the smile from his face as he replayed her letter in his mind.
"I'm so lucky to have her," Harry thought, feeling grateful.
He closed his eyes, imagining Ginny's bright smile and sparkling eyes.
"Goodnight, Ginny," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
As he drifted off to sleep, Harry's dreams were filled with visions of Ginny, Quidditch matches, and Hogwarts adventures.
In the darkness, Errol softly hooted, as if echoing Harry's contented sigh.
The Gryffindor dormitory grew quiet, its occupants lost in their own peaceful slumber.
Harry's last thought before sleep claimed him was of Ginny's words: "I'm so proud of you, Harry."
A gentle smile remained on his lips, a testament to the joy Ginny brought him.
Next Chapter is To Complete the Map !
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors.Well , I thought of a different approach to getting Harry in Gryffindor team but blended it with the original one. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!