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As the feast drew to a close, the students began to file out of the Great Hall, the first years following Percy, who led the way.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville fell into step together, chatting excitedly about the evening's events.
"That was amazing!" Ron exclaimed.
"I know, I've never seen anything like it," Harry replied.
Hermione nodded. "And Dumbledore's warnings were certainly intriguing."
Neville, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "Do you think the third-floor corridor is really that dangerous?"
Ron's eyes sparkled. "I bet it's something to do with the Dark Arts."
Harry's scar tingled at the mention of the Dark Arts.
"I don't know," Hermione said, "but I think we should steer clear of it."
Percy glanced back over his shoulder. "Stay close, first years. We don't want anyone getting lost."
As they climbed the stairs, the group continued to discuss the mysteries of Hogwarts.
"I wonder what's in the Forbidden Forest," Neville said.
Harry grinned. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."
Ron chuckled. "With Fred and George around, it's only a matter of time."
Hermione playfully rolled her eyes. "Let's focus on our studies, shall we?"
The group laughed, their conversation flowing easily as they made their way to Gryffindor Tower.
As they approached the Fat Lady's portrait, Percy called out, "Password?"
The Fat Lady smiled. "Ah, Mr. Weasley. The password is still 'Caput Draconis'."
The portrait swung open, revealing the cozy common room within.
"Welcome home, first years," Percy said with a smile.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville exchanged thrilled glances as they stepped into their new home.
As the Fat Lady's portrait swung open, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville caught their first glimpse of the Gryffindor common room.
"Wow!" Harry breathed.
The room was warm and cozy, with plush armchairs and sofas arranged around a roaring fire. The walls were adorned with crimson and gold tapestries, and the ceiling was vaulted, giving the space an airy feel.
"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed. "This is brilliant!"
Hermione's eyes sparkled. "It's beautiful!"
Neville grinned, looking around in awe. "I feel like I'm in a different world."
Percy chuckled. "You'll get used to it, but I'm glad you're impressed."
The room was filled with students relaxing, reading, or playing games. The atmosphere was lively, but welcoming.
"Make yourselves at home," Percy said, gesturing to the armchairs. "You'll find the notice board over there, with important announcements and schedules."
Harry spotted a table laden with treats. "Is that food?"
Ron's eyes lit up. "Looks like it!"
Hermione laughed. "You two are always thinking about food."
Neville smiled. "After that feast, I thought I'd never eat again."
Percy grinned. "You'll find that Hogwarts has a way of working up your appetite."
As Percy bid them goodnight, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville settled into their new surroundings, feeling grateful to be a part of Gryffindor House.
"This is going to be an amazing year," Ron said, sinking into an armchair.
"I think you're right," Harry agreed, smiling at his new friends.
Hermione nodded, already scanning the notice board. "Let's make the most of it."
Neville grinned, feeling a sense of belonging. "We're in this together."
After settling into the common room, Percy stood up, saying, "Time for bed, I think. I'll show you to your dormitories."
Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione followed Percy up a staircase, leading to a corridor lined with doors. "The boys' dormitories are this way," Percy said, pointing down the corridor.
Hermione nodded, separating from the group. "I'll see you all in the morning."
"Goodnight, Hermione," Harry called out. Ron whispered, "I noticed the girls can come into our dormitory, but we can't go into theirs."
Percy chuckled. "That's an old tradition, Ron. The founders thought it wise to give the girls some extra protection." Neville raised an eyebrow. "Seems a bit unfair, doesn't it?"
Percy shrugged. "Perhaps, but it's been that way for centuries." Harry grinned. "I think Hermione can take care of herself."
Percy smiled. "Indeed, she can. Now, your dormitory is just down here." Percy led them to a door, which he pushed open, revealing a cozy room with four beds.
"Welcome to your new home," Percy said with a smile. Ron's eyes widened. "Blimey, this is brilliant!" Neville dropped onto his bed, yawning. "I'm exhausted."
Harry sat down, grinning. "Best first day ever." Percy bid them goodnight, leaving the boys to settle in.
As they changed into pajamas, Ron whispered, "You think Hermione's dormitory is like this?" Harry chuckled. "I think it's much nicer." Neville laughed. "You're probably right."
The boys drifted off to sleep, their excitement for the new year lingering.
Harry, Ron, and Neville were settling into their dormitory when two more students entered the room. They introduced themselves as Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
"Hi, I'm Dean," one of them said with a smile. "Hi, I'm Seamus," the other added. Harry extended his hand. "I'm Harry Potter." Ron chimed in, "I'm Ron Weasley." Neville nodded. "And I'm Neville Longbottom."
Dean's eyes widened. "The Harry Potter? The one who survived Voldemort?" Harry nodded sheepishly. "That's me." Seamus grinned. "We've heard so much about you." Ron rolled his eyes. "He's just Harry to us."
Dean chuckled. "Well, it's great to meet you, Harry. And Ron, Neville. So, what do you think of Hogwarts so far?" Neville shrugged. "It's overwhelming, but amazing." Harry nodded. "I know what you mean. It's a lot to take in."
"Do you think we'll have a lot of homework?" Seamus asked. Ron groaned. "I hope not." Hermione's voice echoed outside the dormitory. "Actually, I think we will!" The boys laughed.
"Sounds like we've got a study partner," Dean grinned. "Whether we like it or not," Seamus chuckled. As they continued to chat, the five boys quickly discovered they had a lot in common. They talked long into the night, excited for their first year at Hogwarts.
As the conversation flowed, Ron suddenly grinned mischievously. "It's not just Hermione, you know," he said, nodding toward Harry.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
Ron teased, "Harry's a bookworm too. He's always got his nose buried in a book."
Harry's face flushed. "I am not!"
Seamus chuckled. "Oh, come on, Harry. Ron's right. You explained Dumbledore's words perfectly at the feast."
Neville nodded. "You're super intelligent, Harry."
Harry shook his head. "I just understood what Dumbledore meant, that's all."
Dean smiled. "Modest, too."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, Harry's always been humble about his brains."
Hermione's voice floated back into the dormitory. "I think it's admirable, Harry. You're naturally gifted."
Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Thanks, Hermione."
Seamus grinned. "I think we've got a genius in our midst."
The group laughed, and Harry's flush deepened.
"Let's just focus on surviving our first year," Harry said, trying to deflect attention.
Dean chuckled. "With you and Hermione on our team, I think we'll do just fine."
The others nodded in agreement, already feeling grateful for their newfound friendships.
As the conversation continued, the topic turned to pets. Dean and Seamus mentioned they didn't have any, and Ron eagerly jumped in.
"Harry's got a whole menagerie," Ron said with a grin.
Harry chuckled. "Not quite, but I do have a few." He walked over to a nearby corner of the room, where a beautiful white owl perched. "This is Hedwig."
Dean's eyes widened. "She's stunning."
Seamus nodded. "I've never seen an owl up close."
Hedwig softly hooted, and Harry stroked her feathers.
"I also have Kluer," Harry said, lifting a sleek, unusual-looking cat onto his lap.
"What breed is that?" Dean asked.
"Kluer's a Balkeno Kneazle," Harry replied.
Seamus's eyes sparkled. "I've heard of those. They're rare, aren't they?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, they are."
Ron grinned mischievously. "And Harry's getting another one."
Harry's face lit up. "I've got a sparrow egg. It's going to hatch soon."
Dean's eyes widened. "A sparrow? That's amazing."
Seamus asked, "What made you choose a sparrow?"
Harry smiled. "I've always been fascinated by them. They're tiny but fierce."
Kluer purred contentedly, and Hedwig nuzzled Harry's hand.
"I think you're going to be the animal whisperer of Hogwarts," Neville joked.
Harry laughed. "I just love animals."
Neville smiled, pulling out a small container from his trunk. "I've got Trevor, my toad," he said, revealing a rather lethargic-looking amphibian.
Dean and Seamus chuckled. "He's... lively," Dean said.
Ron grinned, reaching into his pocket. "And I've got Scabbers, my old rat."
As soon as Scabbers emerged, Harry felt a familiar unease. Kluer, sensing Harry's tension, growled softly.
Ron laughed. "Oh, Kluer's just being a cat. She obviously dislikes Scabbers."
Harry shook his head. "No, Kluer doesn't eat rats. She actually likes them."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then what's wrong?"
Harry hesitated. "I don't know... Scabbers just seems... off."
Kluer's eyes narrowed, her tail twitching as she watched Scabbers.
Seamus chuckled. "Maybe Kluer's just protective of Harry."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, animals can sense things we can't."
Ron shrugged, putting Scabbers away. "Scabbers is harmless. He's been with me for years."
Harry's unease lingered, but he pushed it aside, not wanting to worry Ron.
Neville, meanwhile, was delighted to show off Trevor's tricks. "Watch this!" he exclaimed, coaxing Trevor into a sluggish hop.
The group laughed, and the tension dissipated, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something was not quite right with Scabbers.
Harry stood up, saying, "I'm going to change into pajamas. I'll just go to the washroom." Dean chuckled. "No need, mate. We're dormmates. We can change here."
Seamus teased, "Is he shy?" Neville jumped in, grinning mischievously. "Maybe it's because you two wouldn't be able to bear the sight of Harry's chiseled muscles."
Ron snickered, clearly amused. Dean laughed. "Oh, come on, Harry. We're not going to faint." Seamus chimed in, "Yeah, show us what you're working with, Harry."
Harry shrugged, giving in. He removed his shirt and robes, revealing his perfect physique. Dean's eyes widened. "Blimey, Harry! You're ripped!"
Seamus whistled softly. "No wonder you're so good on broomsticks." Ron chuckled. "Told you, Harry's a natural athlete." Neville grinned. "I knew it. You're a wizarding Adonis."
Harry blushed, laughing. "Shut up, Neville." Dean nodded. "We're definitely going to have to start working out together." Seamus joked, "Yeah, or we'll look like scrawny first-years next to Harry."
The group laughed, and the tension dissipated as they continued changing into pajamas.
After changing into pajamas, Harry climbed into bed and settled in for the night. As he fluffed his pillow, he noticed a piece of parchment tucked between the sheets.
He pulled it out and read the message: "Meet me in my office after classes tomorrow. - Albus Dumbledore". Harry's curiosity piqued, he showed the note to Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville.
"Hey guys, look at this," Harry said. "What's going on?" Ron asked.
"Dumbledore wants to meet me tomorrow," Harry replied. Dean's eyes widened. "What did you do?"
Seamus chuckled. "Maybe he's getting a special award." Neville suggested, "Ask Professor McGonagall, she'll take you to his office."
Ron nodded. "Yeah, she's always looking out for you." Harry wondered aloud, "I have no idea what it's about."
Seamus grinned. "Maybe it's because of your dramatic Sorting hat stall. That was the longest ever." Ron laughed. "Yeah, you really kept us in suspense."
Neville nodded. "That must be it. You're the only one who's ever made the Sorting Hat think twice." Dean joked, "Or maybe Dumbledore's seen your muscles and wants you for the Hogwarts Quidditch team."
The group laughed, and Harry shrugged. "I'll find out tomorrow." Ron called out, "Don't forget to tell us what Dumbledore says."
Harry smiled. "I won't."
As the others drifted off to sleep, Harry sat comfortably in bed, petting Kluer, his Balkeno Kneazle cat, while Hedwig napped in his lap. With his free hand, he wrote a letter to Ginny, recounting the events of his day.
Harry wrote, "Dear Ginny, I had the craziest day today. The Sorting Hat took forever to decide which house I'd be in. It was like it was arguing with itself! In the end, I was sorted into Gryffindor."
He smiled, remembering the stunned faces of his new classmates. "The Hat said I've got qualities from all four houses - bravery, intelligence, loyalty, and ambition. I still can't believe it."
Harry's expression turned serious. "But the train ride here was awful. I met Draco Malfoy, and we got into a fight. He's got a real attitude problem."
Kluer purred softly, sensing Harry's tension. Harry's thoughts turned to the mysterious note from Dumbledore. "And to top it all off, I got a note from Dumbledore. He wants to meet me tomorrow. I have no idea what it's about."
After finishing the letter, Harry signed off with a flourish. "Your Gryffindor Boyfriend, Harry."
He folded the letter, attached it to Hedwig's leg, and whispered, "Take this to Ginny, girl."
Hedwig nuzzled Harry's hand, spread her wings, and took flight into the night. Harry watched her disappear into the darkness, feeling a sense of connection to Ginny.
"Be safe, Hedwig," he whispered.
Kluer jumped onto Harry's pillow, and he settled in for the night, his mind drifting to Ginny and the adventures ahead.
Harry glanced around the darkened dormitory once more, ensuring his classmates were asleep. Satisfied, he quietly opened his seven-poster trunk and retrieved a small, intricately carved box.
He opened the lid, revealing four delicate stick figures inside. Each one represented a beloved person in his life: Mum, Dad, Moony, and Padfoot.
Though Harry had confided in Ginny about these special keepsakes, he had never shown them to her, or anyone else for that matter.
With the stick figures in hand, Harry carefully veiled the curtain around his bed, creating a secluded sanctuary.
"Hey, guys," Harry whispered, his voice barely audible. "I know it's been a while since I last talked to you, but today was my first day at Hogwarts."
He paused, collecting his thoughts.
"The Sorting Hat took ages to decide which house I'd be in. But I'm in Gryffindor now. I wish you were here to see it, Mum, Dad."
Harry's eyes misted as he continued.
"I met some amazing friends – Ron, Hermione and Neville. And there's this one teacher, Professor McGonagall, she's really kind."
He chuckled.
"But there's also this annoying guy, Draco Malfoy. Reminds me of the ones who used to bully me at the Dursleys."
Moony's stick figure seemed to lean in, as if listening intently.
"Tomorrow, I have a meeting with Dumbledore. No idea what it's about," Harry said, his brow furrowed.
Padfoot's stick figure appeared to offer a reassuring smile.
"I miss you all so much," Harry whispered, his voice cracking.
The stick figures seemed to radiate warmth and comfort, a reminder of the love and support that had always been with him.
As the night wore on, Harry talked to his stick figures, sharing every detail of his first day at Hogwarts, finding solace in their silent companionship.
Harry sat in the dimly lit dormitory, surrounded by the shadows of his sleeping classmates. He held the four stick figures - Mum, Dad, Moony, and Padfoot - and began to confide in them.
"Guys, I have something to tell you," Harry whispered. "Professor McGonagall, she's actually my Gran Minnie. I know it sounds crazy, but she's just like her."
He smiled, reminiscing about his gran.
"And you won't believe what happened on Ginny's birthday," Harry continued. "She was hit with a Blasting Curse, and I had to save her. I got injured, but it was worth it."
A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Because afterwards, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and she said yes!" Harry exclaimed.
Moony's stick figure received special attention.
"Moony, you won't believe who came to visit me," Harry said, his tone turning serious. "The real Moony - Uncle Lupin - came to see me, but he seemed...off."
Harry's brow furrowed.
"'I'm worried about him, Moony,' I wanted to say. 'He didn't seem like himself.' He left early, and I couldn't shake the feeling something was bothering him."
Harry's eyes locked onto Padfoot's stick figure.
"Padfoot, I wish you were there. You'd know exactly what to say to make me feel better."
He paused, collecting his thoughts.
"Dad, Mum, I wish you were here to see me at Hogwarts," Harry whispered, his voice cracking. "I miss you all so much."
The stick figures stood silently, yet their presence provided Harry with comfort and solace.
"I'll tell you everything, guys," Harry promised. "Always."
Harry drifted into sleep, exhausted from the day's events. However, his rest was short-lived as he was swept into a disturbing dream.
In the dream, Harry stood before a mirror, his reflection staring back. Suddenly, Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy appeared behind him, their faces twisted in mocking grins.
"Look at the Chosen One, struggling to stay afloat," Snape sneered.
Draco's laughter echoed, "You're no match for the Dark Lord."
Harry felt himself sinking into the sand, unable to move or escape.
The cruel laughter of Voldemort, from the Halloween night, echoed through his mind, sending shivers down his spine.
The dream was filled with an eerie green light, illuminating the dark corners of Harry's subconscious.
Harry jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. He sat up, gasping for air, his heart racing.
"What a horrible dream," he whispered to himself.
He grabbed his journal and began to write, trying to process the vivid images.
"I had the weirdest dream...Snape and Draco laughing at me...sinking in sand...Voldemort's laughter...so much green light."
Finishing his entry, Harry rose from bed and walked to the window. He pushed aside the curtains, gazing up at the star-filled night sky.
"The darkness feels overwhelming sometimes," Harry thought, "but the stars remind me there's still beauty in the world."
The cool night air calmed his nerves, and Harry stood there, lost in thought, as the darkness slowly receded.
Harry glanced at the clock, its soft tick-tock filling the silence. The time read 5:00 AM. He didn't feel sleepy anymore, his restless night and vivid dream having taken their toll.
"I need to start my morning routine," Harry thought, trying to shake off the lingering fogginess.
But Hogwarts was far different from the Dursleys' or his own farm. There was no garden to tend to, no animals to care for.
"What can I do here?" Harry wondered.
He decided to focus on what he could control. Harry freshened up, bathed, and dressed in the early morning quiet.
Just as he finished, Hedwig swooped in through the open window, her soft hooting a gentle greeting.
"Good morning, Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed, delighted to see his loyal owl return safely.
"You're back! Did you deliver Ginny's letter?" Harry asked, stroking Hedwig's soft feathers.
Hedwig nuzzled Harry's hand, her big round eyes shining with affection.
"I'm glad you're back," Harry whispered. "You're my morning routine now."
With Hedwig by his side, Harry felt a sense of normalcy wash over him. He sat down, watching the sky lighten outside, and began to plan his day.
"What will Dumbledore want to talk about?" Harry wondered, his mind drifting to the mysterious meeting.
The darkness of his dream began to recede, replaced by the warmth of the rising sun and Hedwig's gentle presence.
Harry sat with Hedwig, enjoying the peaceful morning moment, when he noticed a small letter attached to her leg. Hedwig, however, seemed to be in a playful mood, refusing to relinquish the letter immediately.
"Ah, Hedwig's playing hard to get!" Harry laughed.
Hedwig softly hooted, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she nudged the letter away from Harry's grasp.
"Come on, Hedwig! Give me Ginny's letter!" Harry pleaded, playfully trying to coax it out of her.
Finally, Hedwig relented, allowing Harry to take the letter. He eagerly opened it, his eyes scanning Ginny's words.
"Dear Harry," the letter began. "I missed you so much already... Can't wait to hear about your first day at Hogwarts."
As Harry read on, Ginny's words soothed his troubled mind, chasing away the lingering darkness of his dream.
The letter concluded with a phrase that made Harry's heart skip a beat: "Your Redhead, Ginny."
Harry's face broke into a wide smile. "She's amazing," he whispered, feeling grateful for Ginny's love.
Hedwig watched, content in the knowledge she'd delivered a special message. Harry stroked her feathers, his eyes still shining with happiness.
"Thanks, Hedwig," Harry whispered. "You're the best owl ever."
With Ginny's letter clutched tightly in his hand, Harry felt a sense of peace wash over him, ready to face whatever the day might bring.
Harry decided to start his day with some exercise, hoping to clear his mind. He jogged downstairs, the cool morning air invigorating him.
"I need to get moving," Harry thought, feeling the tension of his dream and the excitement of Ginny's letter.
He made his way to the Black Lake, its tranquil waters reflecting the rising sun. Harry stretched his arms and legs, feeling the stiffness ease out.
"Time for some real exercise," he muttered, launching into a series of jumping jacks and lunges.
As he exercised, Harry's gaze wandered to the castle's rear. A wall seemed to mark the edge of the grounds, but something about it caught his attention.
"That wall looks...off," Harry thought, his instincts buzzing.
Curiosity piqued, Harry approached the wall. To his surprise, he was able to pass through it as if it were made of mist.
"Whoa!" Harry exclaimed, finding himself in a hidden oasis.
Before him lay a lush fruit garden, a thriving vegetable farm, and rows of golden crops swaying in the breeze.
"Incredible!" Harry breathed. "This is amazing!"
The air was filled with the sweet scent of ripening fruits and the earthy smell of freshly turned soil.
"How did I not know about this?" Harry wondered, exploring the hidden garden.
As he wandered through the lush greenery, Harry felt a sense of peace and belonging. It was as if he had stumbled upon a piece of home.
As Harry explored the hidden garden, he noticed a group of house-elves working tirelessly to tend to the fruits, vegetables, and crops. Their diligent efforts revealed the secret behind Hogwarts' unlimited rations.
"Wow, I had no idea," Harry thought, impressed by the elves' dedication.
He approached them, but they immediately looked nervous, as if they had done something wrong.
"Sorry to intrude," Harry said politely. "I stumbled upon this place by mistake."
The elves exchanged amused glances, clearly surprised by Harry's courtesy.
"No, no, Master Harry, sir," one of them stammered.
Harry's next question left them stunned.
"May I help with the plants?" he asked, his eyes scanning the lush greenery.
The elves' expressions changed to confusion, thinking Harry was implying they weren't doing their job properly.
"Oh no, sir, we're managing," one of them assured.
Harry quickly clarified, "No, it's not that. Back home, at Fawcett Manor, I help with the gardening every morning – fruits, vegetables, crops, flowers, and the farmyard. I was worried about how to keep up my routine here."
The elves' faces transformed from worry to wonder.
"Master Harry, sir, you...you want to help?" one asked, incredulous.
"Yes, I'd love to," Harry replied with a smile.
The elves exchanged delighted glances, clearly touched by Harry's kindness and willingness to work alongside them.
"Welcome, Master Harry, sir," their leader said, offering Harry a small trowel. "We could use a helping hand."
Harry beamed, feeling a sense of belonging among these hardworking elves.
"Thank you," Harry said. "I'm happy to help."
Together, Harry and the house-elves tended to the garden, forging an unlikely bond over their shared love of gardening.
After finishing their gardening tasks, Harry sat with the elves, eager to get to know them better.
"What are your names?" Harry asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
"I'm Blinky, sir," one elf replied. "And this is Daisy, Sprout, and Thistle."
"Nice to meet you all," Harry said, smiling.
Blinky, the apparent leader, explained, "We're Hogwarts Garden elves, Master Harry. Our job is to tend to the rations – fruits, vegetables, and crops."
Harry's eyes widened. "I had no idea. What about the other house-elves?"
Daisy spoke up, "Some are in the kitchen, cooking and preparing meals. Others are responsible for cleaning and maintaining the castle."
Sprout added, "We work hard to keep everything running smoothly. If no one notices us, it means we're doing our job right."
Harry's expression turned thoughtful. "I feel a bit guilty for intruding earlier. Did I disrupt your work?"
Thistle reassured him, "Not at all, Master Harry. You've been a great help, actually."
Blinky nodded. "We're just happy you're willing to talk to us, sir. Most students don't even notice us."
Harry's guilt deepened. "I'm sorry if my presence made you feel uncomfortable. I didn't mean to intrude."
Daisy's smile softened Harry's concerns. "You didn't, Master Harry. You're different. You see us."
Harry's heart swelled with empathy. "I'll make sure to respect your work and privacy from now on."
The elves nodded in appreciation, grateful for Harry's understanding and kindness.
"We'll let you in on a secret, Master Harry," Blinky whispered. "Sometimes, we leave small surprises in the gardens for students to find."
Harry grinned. "I'll keep an eye out."
As Harry prepared to leave, the elves thanked him for his help and company.
"Come back anytime, Master Harry," Sprout said. "We'll show you more secrets."
Harry smiled, feeling a newfound connection with the Hogwarts Garden elves.
Harry stood up, dusting off his robes, and turned to the house-elves. "I promise I won't tell anyone about this secret place," Harry said, his voice filled with conviction. "Only my closest friends will know - Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. They can be trusted."
Blinky nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "We appreciate your discretion, Master Harry."
The house-elves offered Harry a basket of fresh fruits. "Take these, Master Harry," Daisy said. "They're the ripest ones." Harry accepted the gift, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"Thank you," Harry said. "But I'd like to share them with you. Let's eat together." The house-elves exchanged stunned glances.
"Master Harry, sir, you want to eat with us?" Thistle asked, incredulous. "Yes, why not?" Harry replied, sitting down on a nearby bench. "We're all friends here, aren't we?"
Sprout hesitantly joined Harry, followed by the others. "We don't usually...eat with students," Blinky explained. Harry's expression turned serious. "You're not just house-elves to me. You're my friends."
As they sat together, munching on juicy fruits, the house-elves relaxed in Harry's presence. "This is nice," Daisy said, smiling.
"I'm glad we met," Harry replied. "You're the ones making Hogwarts feel like home." Their impromptu picnic became a moment of unexpected camaraderie.
"We'll make sure to save you the best fruits," Thistle promised. Harry grinned. "I'm counting on it."
"Master Harry, sir, may we ask something?" Sprout asked hesitantly. "Of course," Harry replied. "Will you...help us?" Sprout asked. "Some house-elves are treated poorly. We wish someone would speak up for us."
Harry's eyes locked onto Sprout's. "I'll do everything I can to help," he promised. The house-elves nodded, their faces filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Master Harry," Blinky said. Harry smiled. "Just call me Harry."
Harry bid farewell to his new house-elf friends and made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, feeling pleased to have discovered a way to continue his morning routine.
As he walked, he stumbled upon Hagrid, who was busy tending to a particularly stubborn bush.
"Hi, Hagrid!" Harry called out, waving enthusiastically.
"Ah, 'arry! Mornin'!" Hagrid replied, his broad face breaking into a warm smile.
"How's it going?" Harry asked, falling into step beside Hagrid.
"Can't complain," Hagrid said. "Just tryin' to get this bush to behave."
Harry chuckled. "Good luck with that."
Hagrid eyed him curiously. "You seem in high spirits, 'arry. What's got you so cheerful?"
Harry hesitated, mindful of the house-elves' secret. "Just enjoying the morning, I suppose," he said vaguely.
Hagrid nodded, accepting the explanation. "Well, keep enjoyin' it, then."
As they parted ways, Harry felt a pang of gratitude toward Hagrid, who had unknowingly helped him stumble upon the hidden garden.
"See you later, Hagrid," Harry said, continuing on his way.
"Later, 'arry!" Hagrid replied, returning to his gardening tasks.
Harry climbed the stairs to Gryffindor Tower, lost in thought. He couldn't wait to share his discovery with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville, but he knew he had to keep the house-elves' secret safe.
Harry entered his dormitory, finding Ron still fast asleep, while Dean, Seamus, and Neville were already awake and getting ready for the day.
"Morning, Harry!" Dean called out, yawning.
"Morning," Harry replied, dropping onto his bed.
Seamus rubbed his eyes. "What's got you up so early?"
Harry smiled. "Just needed some fresh air."
Neville nodded. "I know the feeling."
Harry headed to the bathroom for another quick shower, feeling invigorated after his morning adventure.
"Hey, Neville," Harry said, sticking his head out of the bathroom. "Can I talk to you later?"
Neville's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What's up?"
"Later," Harry promised, disappearing into the bathroom.
After his shower, Harry slipped into his Hogwarts robe, feeling refreshed.
"Ron's going to sleep the day away," Dean chuckled, nodding toward Ron's still-slumbering form.
Seamus laughed. "Someone's going to have to wake him up."
Harry grinned. "I'll let you two handle that."
With his robe securely tied, Harry sat down on his bed, running a hand through his damp hair.
"Ready for breakfast?" Neville asked, standing up.
"Definitely," Harry replied, standing. "Let's go."
Ron's eyes snapped open at the mention of breakfast. "Breakfast?" he mumbled, suddenly alert. He scrambled out of bed, hastily dressing and joining his friends.
In the common room, they found Hermione already seated, sipping a cup of tea. "Good morning," she said, smiling. "Morning," the others chorused.
Together, the four friends headed to the Great Hall for breakfast, unusually early. As they entered, they noticed it was only 7:30, and the hall was nearly empty except for a few teachers.
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "Good morning, students. You're certainly eager today." "Couldn't sleep," Ron said, yawning.
Harry leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "Guys, I need to tell you something." "What is it?" Hermione asked.
"I found a secret garden," Harry said. "House-elves are working there. They're the ones keeping Hogwarts' rations going." Neville's eyes widened. "That's amazing!"
"Keep it a secret, okay?" Harry urged.
Just then, Professor McGonagall approached their table. "First-year students, I have your timetables." "Let's take a look," Hermione said, scanning the parchment.
"Today we have Charms, Herbology, Astronomy, and Transfiguration." "And notice, for the first few days, your fifth period is free," McGonagall added.
Ron grinned. "Some extra time to explore." After reviewing their schedules, they realized they still had some time before their first class.
"Shall we head back to the common room?" Hermione suggested. "Good idea," Harry said. "We can relax before Charms."
The four friends left the Great Hall, strolling back to Gryffindor Tower. "I'm excited for Charms," Neville said.
"Me too," Ron replied. "I've heard Flitwick's a great teacher." As they climbed the stairs, Harry smiled.
"Let's make the most of our first day," Harry said. "Definitely," Hermione agreed.
Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, lost in thought. He couldn't help but reminisce about his miserable days at the Dursleys', where academic success was met with punishment, not praise.
"I'll never forget the way they made me feel," Harry thought to himself. At his Muggle school, Harry had grown accustomed to downplaying his achievements, fearing the Dursleys' wrath.
But now, I'm at Hogwarts," Harry reminded himself. Ginny's words at the Burrow echoed in his mind. "Harry James Potter, don't you dare hold back at Hogwarts!" she had exclaimed.
"You're going to make us all proud," Ginny had said, her eyes sparkling with conviction. Harry smiled, recalling Ginny's fierce determination.
"You're right, Ginny," he whispered to himself. "I won't hold back. I'll make the most of this opportunity." Ron, Neville, and Hermione walked in, breaking Harry's reverie.
"Hey, mate, what's on your mind?" Ron asked. "Just thinking about my past," Harry replied.
Hermione's eyes filled with understanding. "You're starting fresh here, Harry." Neville nodded. "We're all in this together."
Harry's resolve strengthened. "You're right. I won't let my past define me." Just then, Ginny's voice rang out from his mind.
"I'm holding you to that, Harry James Potter," she said. Harry chuckled, feeling grateful for his friends and their unwavering support.
"I won't disappoint," Harry said, smiling.
The four friends, accompanied by their Slytherin classmates, entered the Charms classroom, eager to begin their lesson with Professor Flitwick.
"Welcome, first-years!" Flitwick exclaimed. "Let's take roll call, shall we?" He proceeded to check off names on his register.
Once everyone was accounted for, Flitwick launched into an explanation of the theory of charms. Harry listened intently, feeling grateful for his prior reading on the subject at the Burrow.
"Now, let's review the fundamentals," Flitwick said. "What is the primary purpose of charms?" Hermione's hand shot up. "To achieve a specific magical effect without altering the object's inherent nature?"
"Exactly, Miss Granger!" Flitwick beamed. "Five points to Gryffindor."
Next, Flitwick asked, "What are the key elements required for successful charm casting?" Harry, remembering Ginny's words, raised his hand. "Concentration, control, and clear intent?"
"Spot on, Mr. Potter!" Flitwick exclaimed. "Five points to Gryffindor."
Flitwick then asked, "How do charms differ from transfigurations?" Harry again responded, "Charms alter an object's properties, whereas transfigurations change its form?"
"Excellent, Mr. Potter!" Flitwick said, awarding Gryffindor five more points.
Daphne from Slytherin answered the next question, "What is the role of wand movement in charm casting?" "It helps channel magic and focus intent?"
"Well done, Miss Greengrass!" Flitwick said, awarding Slytherin five points.
Blaise from Slytherin responded to the final question, "What is the importance of incantation in charm casting?" "It provides clarity and precision to the spell?"
"Very good, Mr. Zabini!" Flitwick said, awarding Slytherin five points.
The students eagerly awaited a demonstration of magic, and Flitwick obliged, levitating a book with a flick of his wand. "Note the wand movement and incantation," Flitwick said. "However, we won't begin casting spells until we've covered the theory."
Just then, Neville's clumsiness caused a flower pot to topple off his desk. In a flash, Harry instinctively raised his wand, saying "Wingardium Leviosa!" The pot hovered mid-air.
Flitwick's eyes widened in surprise. "Ah, impressive reflexes, Harry Potter! Ten more points to Gryffindor!" "Excellent application of the Leviosa spell!" Flitwick added.
The class erupted into applause as Flitwick dismissed them. "Remember, theory is essential," Flitwick said, smiling.
As they filed out, Ron grinned at Harry. "Nice save, mate!" Hermione nodded. "And impressive magic!" Harry chuckled, feeling proud. "Thanks, guys. Just instincts, I guess."
As they made their way to the greenhouse for their first Herbology class, Harry noticed a subtle change in Hermione's demeanor. She seemed subdued, her usual confidence wavering.
"Hey, Ron, Neville, go ahead," Harry said, falling back to walk alongside Hermione.
Hermione cast him a questioning glance. "What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry steered her to a quiet corner. "I wanted to ask, are you okay? You seem a bit...off."
Hermione's eyes dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was feeling a bit...insecure, I suppose."
"What do you mean?" Harry pressed.
Hermione's cheeks flushed. "In Charms class, when you answered more questions than me...I felt a little jealous."
Harry's expression softened. "Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel that way."
"No, Harry, it's not your fault," Hermione said quickly. "I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did feel a bit threatened."
Harry's eyes locked onto hers. "I don't want to lose you as a friend, Hermione. If it makes you feel better, I won't answer questions in the next class."
Hermione's face lit up with a warm smile. "No, Harry, don't do that. You mustn't hold back. Ginny warned you not to, and I'm warning you too – don't dare hold back!"
She chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Besides, I want to be the brightest witch of my age, and with you being a wizard, that title is safe."
Harry laughed, relieved. "You're something else, Hermione."
Together, they rejoined Ron and Neville, who remained oblivious to the brief, heartfelt exchange.
As they entered the greenhouse, Hermione thought to herself, "Harry must have suffered greatly if he's willing to hold back to keep a friend. I'm grateful for his kindness."
As they entered one of the greenhouses, the warm, humid air enveloped them, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy smell of soil. The greenhouse was a lush oasis, with rows of shelves lined with pots of various sizes, containing an array of magical plants. Vines and tendrils snaked up the glass walls, filtering the sunlight and casting dappled shadows.
Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, sat at a wooden workbench, surrounded by an assortment of gardening tools and strange, glowing plants. Her wild, curly hair was tied back with a ribbon, and her eyes twinkled behind wire-rimmed spectacles.
"Welcome, first-years!" Professor Sprout exclaimed, her voice warm and inviting. "I'm delighted to introduce you to the world of magical plants. Please, take a seat and let's get started."
Harry's eyes widened as he scanned the greenhouse, his mind racing with wonder. He felt like he had entered a paradise.
"This is amazing!" Harry breathed.
Neville, standing beside him, shared a similar reaction. His eyes shone with excitement, and a smile spread across his face.
"I know, right?" Neville whispered. "It's like a dream come true."
Professor Sprout smiled, observing their enthusiasm. "I'm glad you're excited. Herbology is a fascinating subject, and I'm eager to share its wonders with you."
As the class took their seats, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. The greenhouse, with its vibrant plants and earthy scent, felt like a sanctuary.
Professor Sprout began the lesson, standing before the combined Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classes.
"Welcome, students, to the world of magical plants," she said. "Today, we'll explore the differences between Muggle and magical plants. Note the unique properties and characteristics that set magical plants apart."
She wrote on the blackboard, "Muggle plants vs. Magical Plants: Key Differences."
"Magical plants have adapted to thrive in environments with magical energies," Professor Sprout explained.
Next, she distributed protective cloaks and gloves. "When handling magical plants, safety is paramount. Wear these to prevent any...unpleasant reactions."
The students donned their protective gear, and Professor Sprout showcased various medicinal herbs.
"This is Dittany," she said, holding up a pot. "A powerful healing herb. And this is Wolfbane, used to treat lycanthropy."
After the demonstration, Professor Sprout asked questions.
"What is the primary difference between magical and Muggle plants?"
Harry responded, "Magical plants have adapted to thrive in environments with magical energies?"
"Exactly, Mr. Potter!" Professor Sprout said, awarding Gryffindor 3 points.
Next, she asked, "What is the purpose of Wolfbane?"
Neville answered, "It's used to treat lycanthropy, Professor?"
"Correct, Mr. Longbottom!" Professor Sprout said, awarding Gryffindor 3 more points.
Neville also answered the next question, "What is the name of the potion ingredient used to treat poison?"
"Is it Monk's hood?" Neville asked.
"Well done, Mr. Longbottom!" Professor Sprout said, awarding Gryffindor 3 more points.
Then she asked, "What is the name of the herb used to treat boils?"
Susan from Hufflepuff replied, "Is it Burdock root?"
"Well done, Miss Bones!" Professor Sprout said, awarding Hufflepuff 3 points.
The final question was, "What is the name of the herb used to accelerate healing?"
Neville, Hannah from Hufflepuff, and Hermione answered simultaneously, "Dittany!"
"Excellent!" Professor Sprout exclaimed, awarding 3 points each to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.
"Now, for your homework," Professor Sprout announced, "study the growth patterns of Dittany."
Finally, she dismissed the class. "Well done, everyone. Your enthusiasm is commendable."
As the students left the greenhouse, Neville grinned at Harry. "That was brilliant!"
Harry nodded. "I know, I loved it!"
Susan and Hannah approached them. "Hi, we're Susan and Hannah. We didn't get a chance to talk before."
"Hi!" Ron replied. "We're Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville."
The six students chatted, instantly hitting it off.
"We should study together for Herbology," Susan suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," Harry agreed.
Hermione smiled. "We can meet in the library tomorrow."
Neville nodded. "And we can work on our Dittany study together."
As they walked out of the greenhouse, Harry turned to Ron. "I think we're going to have a great year."
Ron grinned. "Definitely."
As the morning classes concluded, the students made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville joined the crowd, but Harry noticed something peculiar. Students were still seated at their respective house tables, just like during the Sorting Ceremony.
Harry frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment. He motioned to Ron, Hermione, and Neville to head to the Gryffindor table, while he approached Professor McGonagall. "Excuse me, Gran Minnie...I mean, Professor McGonagall," Harry corrected himself, his face flushing.
Professor McGonagall's expression softened. "You may call me Gran Minnie in private, Harry, but let's maintain formalities here." Harry nodded. "Sorry, Professor. I was wondering, is it against the rules for students from different houses to sit together during meals?"
Professor McGonagall smiled. "Not at all, Harry. Only during formal ceremonies are we required to sit with our respective houses. Otherwise, students are free to mingle." Emboldened, Harry made his way to the Hufflepuff table, where Susan and Hannah sat.
"May I join you?" he asked. Susan and Hannah exchanged surprised glances before smiling. "Of course, Harry!" The teachers and students watched with amusement as Harry took a seat beside Susan and Hannah.
Ron, Neville, and Hermione sensed Harry's intention and followed his lead, joining the Hufflepuff table. Soon, the group was laughing and chatting, enjoying their lunch together. Harry beamed with pride, feeling he had taken the first step in uniting the houses.
"I'll do it," Harry vowed to himself. "I'll unite all four houses." As they finished their meal, Susan turned to Harry. "Thanks for breaking the ice. We should do this more often."
Hannah nodded. "It's nice to have friends from other houses." Ron grinned. "We're starting a revolution!" Neville chuckled. "The Great Hall will never be the same." Hermione smiled. "It's a wonderful start, Harry."
Professor McGonagall, observing from afar, smiled to herself. "Well done, Harry Potter. Well done."
Professor Sprout approached Professor McGonagall at the staff table, a warm smile on her face.
"I couldn't help but notice the unusual seating arrangement in the Great Hall today," Professor Sprout said. McGonagall nodded. "Yes, Harry Potter took the initiative to break the house divide. I must say, I'm impressed."
"That boy has a gift for bringing people together," Professor Sprout agreed. "And it's about time someone addressed this silly house rivalry." McGonagall concurred, "Absolutely, it's been going on for far too long. We should be fostering unity, not division."
Professor Sprout leaned in. "Do you think Harry and his friends might be the ones to finally put an end to it?" McGonagall's eyes sparkled. "I think it's possible. Harry has a way of inspiring others."
"And with Ron, Hermione, Neville, and now Susan and Hannah from Hufflepuff on board, they might just be the catalyst for change," McGonagall added.
"Seven years is a long time," Professor Sprout mused. "Perhaps by the time Harry graduates, the four houses will stand together as one." McGonagall nodded. "Wouldn't that be something? A Hogwarts where students are united, regardless of their house affiliation."
Both professors shared a hopeful smile, envisioning a brighter future for the school. "As educators, we should encourage this kind of initiative," Professor Sprout said.
McGonagall agreed, "Indeed, we should. Let's see how this develops. Perhaps we'll witness a new era of unity and cooperation at Hogwarts." Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of laughter and chatter from the students, now mingling freely between houses.
Next Chapter is The Trials Ahead.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I thought that Hermione will be a bit jealous, but it would be nice that they sort it out soon and I think it's time to end the house rivalry. Well it's a start and they had a long path ahead full of obstacles. Well I also wanted to ask do you like this detailed and slow approach to proceed the story ahead or you like fast narrative? Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!