As was his custom, Harry woke up the next day early, feeling refreshed and rested. Whatever charms or spells were placed in his bed made it feel as if he were sleeping in the softest cloud. Therefore, as he did the day before, Harry made his way to the common room and enjoyed the relative silence and emptiness of the Ravenclaw Library to read a book.

Grabbing a particularly old book, wrinkled leather with tears, was written in silver ink, 'The Might of Fighting' by Arnold Liongold. Its introductory page had a small paragraph by the author.

"The ability to fight and defend oneself should be of paramount importance to the aspiring witch or wizard. We live in a world where therein lie many threats that could pose a real danger to our lives. Whether it be a fell and foul beast, potions, or wizardkind, one should always be prepared to fight for the right to live. As such, written within these pages are a compendium of charms, spells, jinxes, hexes, and curse that can become the difference between living or dying. Remember, one should embrace the beast within us all and learn to control it."

Skimming through its pages, Harry saw many chapters, each discussing a different facet within a fight: tactics and strategies, playing to your strengths, the usefulness of a varied styles, etc. A rather thick book, it was definitely something Harry would enjoy reading. As such, reading the first chapter, he sat in a soft recliner and allowed time to pass by.

So engrossed was he in the book, that a flurry of students began to creep out from their dorms and make their way for breakfast, with Harry none the wiser. It took Hermione having to tap him on his shoulder to pull his out from his own world.

"Good morning, Harry. Interesting read?" Hermione asked, a playful smile on her lips.

Startled, Harry turned to face her, as he did he took notice of the filling room.

"Good morning, Hermione. I didn't even notice the time. Are you ready for breakfast?"

With a shake of her head, she chuckled at him, "Well, I can't say that I blame you, what are you reading about?"

Closing the text, he showed her the book, "It's about learning to fight, it covers everything from tactics to defensive maneuvers. It's really interesting, it even combines several disciplines together like blending Transfiguration with Charms. One example listed explains the process to combine a timed explosion charm to a transfigured object as a way to produce a delayed explosion."

"How interesting! I wonder if there are other ways we can mix different types of magic to produce a better effect?"

"I'm pretty sure there is, maybe we'll begin learning that after our OWLS." remarked Harry.

Walking down the stairs, Terry interrupted their conversation, "Morning, guys! Ready for breakfast? I'm starving!"

Following the map behind their schedules, the trio were able to find their way to the Great Hall. Already filling, the Hall echoed with the clanking and scratching of utensils. Sitting at the closest end of their table, they began to enjoy their breakfast in silence.

As they ate, Harry began to concoct several questions to ask Ron regarding Scabbers. As unlikely as it may be that they were the same rat, hiding as a pet. Harry could not simply ignore such occurrence as mere coincidence. It's origins needed to be determined.

'When did Percy first get it? Was it missing its finger in the left or right paw? Where did Percy find it? How long has it been in your family?

Whatever his questions, Harry had to approach this gently. Going by his first impression of Ron, he felt like a shadow; forever being compared to his older brothers, unable to achieve a single achievement that was not already accomplished by his brothers. This he could understand, being the sixth boy with a baby sister, Ron would be hard pressed to grasp some sense of glory or achievement.

Quidditch? His brother was one of the best seekers and Captain for the Gryffindor House Team in the past decade.

Academics? His eldest brother, Bill, achieved high marks in his NEWTs and became Head Boy. His brother Percy, likewise, achieved high marks in his OWLs and was the newest Prefect of the Gryffindor House.

Career? Bill is a Gringotts curse-breaker, an exceedingly difficult career that requires intellect, daring, and power; for him to be hired and trained by the goblins spoke volumes of his potential, they only choose the best of the best. Charlie, apparently, is working to obtaining his Mastery in Care of Magical Creatures with a specialty in dragons; currently working as a caretaker and handler for dragons in a dragon reserve, he was well on his way to accomplishing it.

Good looks? Again, his older brothers were described by Ron as being, 'annoyingly handsome, the girls are literally throwing themselves at them.'

His parents favorite? Unfortunately, this was taken by his sister. The only girl to be born in the Weasley in over 3 generations, she was the baby and only girl in the family leaving him to be ignored.

As such, this matter would require a delicate hand.

Breakfast finished; the group made their way to the Charms classroom. Choosing to sit bedsides Ron, he greeted, "Morning, Ron!"

Turning, he replied, "Hey, Harry."

"How are you doing this morning?"

"I'm good." He replied sleepily, a dried trail of drool on the corner of his lip.

"I'm glad. How did you enjoy your first day?"

"Well, I got detention this Friday, so not that great." he mumbled gloomily.

"Hopefully, Filch is not too bad."

Shrugging, he replied, "I doubt it, Fred and George say he's a grumpy old man, dead set on bringing back corporeal punishments."

"Sounds like horrible man to keep around children."

"That's what they say."

"Say, Ron, I noticed that you didn't bring Scabbers. Do you leave him behind in your dorm?"

"Yeah, he usually just spends the whole day asleep."

"Of course, he's a few years old, right? Maybe it's just the old age."

"Well, actually, he's been in the family for 10 years."

"10 years? That a really old rat then, maybe he's got some magic in him to be alive so long."

"I doubt it," he mumbled, looking doubtful.

"You said he belonged to Percy, right? Where did he buy Scabbers?"

Pensively, he replied, "Actually, I think he found Scabbers behind our house. He was bleeding from his left paw; Dad thinks he lost one of his fingers in a fight against some predator."

"Wow, that's interesting. You wouldn't happen to know when Percy found him, would you?"

"Actually, yes, Dad says he could never forget. Says they found him on the night the Dark Lord was defeated. They thought maybe it was good luck."

Climbing the pile of books, the professor began the class and interrupted their conversation.

"Good morning, class. I hope you all have a restful night. Now, I thought we could continue the class where we ended yesterday. So, with your partner, take turns practicing the Wand-Lighting Charm. Once both achieve it together, take turns trying to change the color of your light. Remember, visualizing the color will help your attempts."

Turning to face one another, the two boys began their attempts. Harry, as he did yesterday, was able to perform it in his first try; Ron, however, continued to fail in his attempts.

With an increasingly spreading red face, Ron huffed and grunted, "Ugh, I don't know why I can't. This is stupid!"

Observing his attempts closely, Harry noted that his pronunciation seemed just fine. However, he noted Ron's worsening temper.

"Ron, how about you try it one more time. But this time, instead of forcing it, you just close your eyes and think how you would like the light to look on your wand. Think about the whiteness of it, the warmth it emanates, the feel of it on your wand."

"Fine."

Closing his eyes, Harry saw him taking several deep breathes. The tense muscles in his face and shoulders relaxed, his grip soften, his frustration seemingly flowing away.

Raising his wand, Ron intoned clearly, "Lumos!"

Immediately, a wash of bright white light glowed on the tip of his wand.

"You did it!"

Opening his eyes, Ron stared in disbelief at his wand.

"Wow," he mumbled. Wide eyed, he maintained his gaze.

"I knew you could it!"

With a clap to his back, Ron woke up from his daze.

"I can't believe that worked."

With a smile, Harry said, "Performing magic under emotion makes it very difficult; when you feel angry or frustrated, your mind cannot think properly what you want your magic to do. So, nothing happens. Staying calm and thinking correctly will improve your changes in magic."

Looking at confused, "Then why don't they just say that!"

Laughing, Harry replied, "I feel you; Parvati said the same thing."

For the next thirty minutes, the two took turns changing the color of their light. Ron, ever the Gryffindor, decided to keep his light flashing gold with maroon. Following suit, Harry flashed the blue and bronze of Ravenclaw House.

Laughing they heard Professor Flitwick say, "Seeing as everybody has managed to light up their wands, we'll continue the next lesson. The Softening Charm, Spongefy, allows the caster to make soft whatever they charm. Commonly used by parents, it decreases the chances of any injury sustained in a fall, however, it doesn't pretend them all together. Lifting your wands up, flick your wand in a half circle before you end it with a tap of your target. A relatively simple charm, it lasts for as long as the caster desires. To end it, a simple Finite will be enough."

For the last half of the class, they continued their lecture regarding the development of the spells; originally designed for parents in mind, it evolved to be used by hospital personnel in isolation rooms where they can ensure that patients would not harm themselves.

After a rather long and tedious lesson, the class was over. Having informed Hermione and Terry of his plan, they left to Potions without having waited for Harry. Keeping their conversation, Harry and Ron made their way to the Potions classroom.

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Choosing to sit bedsides Neville, he sat besides him and greeted him, "Morning, Neville!"

Startled, the pudgy boy turned to face him, "Uh-hello?"

Unfazed, Harry continued, "Did you enjoy Charms class?"

"Um-it was okay."

"Well, I hope you don't mind me sitting with you. I quite enjoy Potions."

Shaking his head, Harry got comfortable.

With a thud, the door opened with force. Entering, a tall pale white man rushed in with a flourish of his robe. Slick back black hair and a sneer, the man was as threatening as he was pale.

Professor Snape.

Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and, like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new – celebrity."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like a sculpted form of coal. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began.

He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word – like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses….I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Neville exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione, sitting beside Terry, was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry glanced at Neville, who was pale in fear; Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Death. The muggle story of Sleeping Beauty is based on the use of this by an evil warlock who was rescued by a wizard." said Harry.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut – let's see what else you've learned. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn't have the faintest idea why she insisted in answering them.

"A bezoar can be found in the stomach of a goat."

Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. This was a more advanced question that would not be covered until the reach their 5th year.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Nothing," said Harry quietly. "They are part of the same plant, also known as aconite, sir."

"Well? Why aren't you all copying this down?" Snape snarled.

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Ravenclaw House for your cheek, Potter."

So began their lecture regarding the Boil Cure Potion, a simple potion that used only a few potions, it require a more precise eye for its cutting. Pairing with Neville slowed Harry down; the boy seemingly afraid of the professor, Neville would shake and quake whenever Snape would walk around. Forced to stop his own potion to prevent Neville from inserting an ingredient too early, he was nonetheless able to finish his potions perfectly. Neville, through the timely intervention and assistance of Harry, was able to finish a rather passable potion for grade.

The entire time Harry would help Neville, he could feel the professor's piercing black eyes digging into his back, every movement observed. Refusing to feel any fear, Harry maintained his attention to his work. The professor, for some reason, seemed to dislike Harry, the reasons unknown. Regardless, Harry refused to allow anybody to belittle him, his treatment with the Dursleys ended for a reason.

As he walked to the front desk, he placed his vial of Boil Cure Potion along the rest of his classmates, most of them preparing their bags for the end of class. With a sneer, the professor continued to stare at him. Looking into his eyes, Harry maintained his face blank of any emotion. A sudden pressure appearing before his shields, Harry pushed back against this unspoken mental intrusion.

"I think you'll find, professor, that any means to harm myself or my fellow classmates, will be met with equal force. I do not appreciate an attempt to read my mind. Heed my warning, sir."

With a cold voice, he whispered this to the professor. A growing red hue on the professor's face, his sneer deepened as he replied, "One point for your cheek, Potter."

With a cold look of derision, his eyes flashing up and down as he observed his teacher, Harry answered, "My apologies, Mr. Snape."

Gathering his supplies, Harry walked towards the door before he heard a clash and break of glass.

Stopping, he turned.

"Oops." Professor Snape drawled.

Broken, his potion vial spilled its contents across the floor.

Looking directly to his eyes, Harry replied, "Oh, its no trouble, sir. I am quite used to immature antics from children."

Pulling his hand from his robe, Harry revealed a second potion vial filled with his work.

"I hope this one doesn't meet the same fate."

Turning, he left.

"How dare he! I can't believe he seriously destroyed your homework like that! And in front of everybody." Hermione stated, fiercely angry at their professors behavior.

Nodding, Terry agreed, "I mean, I've heard that Snape was unfair and biased towards everyone other than his Slytherin, but that was straight destruction of your homework. He didn't even try to hide it too!"

Walking with a cool face, Harry's mind was a flurry of thoughts.

"I agree."

"Why aren't you more upset, Harry? That man interfered with your homework."

"I refuse to entertain any childish attempt to rile me up. He may continue to interfere with my work, but he'll come to rue the day he decided such ridiculous choice."

"What will you do"

"If he continues to act in that manner, then I'll have no choice but to notify the Department of Education in the Ministry."

"The DoE? That a pretty big jump, most would bring it up with their Head of House."

"My Krav Maga instructor once told me, go big or go home."

Entering the Great Hall, Harry made his way to the Hufflepuff table.

"Good afternoon, ladies, I hope you will not object if I choose to sit amongst you today?"

Seated together were Susan, Hannah, and Megan Jones.

Looking up, the trio shook their heads.

"I don't see why not, take a seat." answered Susan.

Sitting down, they began to enjoy their lunch. During the lunch period, they began to talk about their classes.

"Is it true what I heard? Did Snape really break your vial?" whispered Susan.

"Unfortunately."

Wide eyed, Hannah said, "I heard that you threatened him."

With a roll of his eyes, he replied, "It was not a threat, simply a notice of action. If he thinks I'll allow any bully, no matter their age, hurt me or anybody else, then they have something coming."

"I don't think anybody has ever talked back to him like that before." uttered Megan.

"Maybe they should have."

With that, they changed the topic to their favorite class. Hannah seemed to love Herbology, Susan enjoyed Transfiguration and Megan could not wait to begin flying lessons.

Megan's aunt, Gwenog, was a member of the Holyhead Harpies, so Megan was heavily interested in Quidditch.

After lunch, they went their own separate ways as Harry walked to the DADA class. Seating himself bedside a dark hair and pale face Slytherin.

"Greetings, I am Harry Potter, heir presumptive of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter."

Facing him, Harry noted dark brown eyes, so dark they appeared black, and a cold look.

"Well met, Heir Potter. I am Theodore Nott, heir presumptive of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Nott.

With a small bow, Harry replied, "I was hope you would assent being partners for today's lecture."

With a calculating look, Nott's cold eyes judged him for several seconds.

"Very well."

"I see that Greengrass informed you about my little 'strange' idea."

With a raise of his brow, he replied, "And why would you assume so?"

"You did not seem surprised to see me asking you. Everyone else has, yet you did not. That implies that you were either forewarn about me or you have some seer skill in you. Rare as the latter is, I'd wager the former to be correct."

With a cold stare, Nott continued to stare, "I see."

With a smirk, Harry joked, "Whenever you feel tired of this whole ice cold persona, let me know."

The tiniest of smirks grew on Nott's face, "You're definitely an interesting one, Potter."

Keeping his smirk and a wink, Harry turned his attention to Professor Quirrell.

Yet another day of an overwhelming odor and a ridiculous stutter, Harry quickly developed a headache.

Todays lesson covered the identification of difference spells; what differentiates a jinx from a curse, a hex from a jinx; it was an interesting topic for sure but made difficult to hear. Regardless, Harry resolved to make the best of the situation, whatever his reservations of the man, he clearly knew his subject.

As the lecture passed, Harry could feel the calculating gaze of Nott. Maintaining his composure, Harry kept his attention to the professor. He knew that his attempts to befriend the Slytherins would be met with some resistance. You'd have to be blind to not see the manner in which members of the other houses treated the Slytherins. Moving away from their imminent space, avoiding their gaze, and ceasing their conversations; it was evident that the negative view against Slytherins was wide spread. Harry could not care any less for the opinions of others, his actions would be guided and directed by his own desires, not by others. It was as he said to Hermione and Terry, once he graduated from Hogwarts, the only relationships that mattered where those cultivated in friendship, not based on House loyalties.

If the Slytherins refused to become friends, then a mutual sense of respect would be forged, regardless, Harry would treat others as they afford him. Respect met with respect.

At the end of their lesson, the boys prepared their bags to depart. As they walked to the door, Harry turned to speak with Nott.

"A pleasure to have met your acquaintance. House Potter extends their well wishes."

"A pleasure."

With a small bow direct to one another, the two made their own way to their next class.

Entering the Transfiguration classroom, Harry noted that he still arrived early. Only a few students had arrived.

With amusement, Harry noted that Ron and Seamus were both seated together, evidently having learned their lesson from yesterdays tardy.

Sitting near Hermione and Terry, they each asked him a question.

"How was it with Theodore? Did he give you any hard time?"

"How was he, Harry?"

Opening his bag and removing his quill, ink, parchment, and class textbook, Harry replied.

"It went as well as it could have. I suspect that Greengrass spoke to his about our encounter in Herbology. He didn't seem surprised when I introduced myself. Regardless, he was courteous and respectful. For now, I'll take that as a win. I'm sure my intention to become allies or friends with any Slytherin will be met with suspicion."

Nodding, Terry agreed, "I've interacted with Theodore several times throughout the years, and I've always gotten the impression that he rarely cared to engage in friendship. From what I heard; his father is a rather strict man. It could just be that he is trying to avoid anything that his father would disapprove."

Looking pensively, Hermione entered, "That would be a rather poor way to live. Choosing to live in a way only approved by your parents."

"I agree, my father has always told me and my siblings to pursue our passions and make a career of it. Whatever our passions, as long as they were not criminal, would be encouraged by them. Unfortunately, in many pureblood households, the parents have a rather narrow view in how they should live. Their children, likewise, are forced to interact with only a select number of people, pre-approved by them, and to pursue only a rare few choices in careers. Most are pushed to enter into the family businesses, politics, or to begin their own reputable business. The woman have it worse, many of them are forbidden to do anything other than marry the son of a business partner or 'an heir of a reputable house'."

Looking disgusted, Hermione replied, "Oh, that's horrible! I can't believe that such thinking still exists within the magical community. In the muggle side, women have more rights and liberties, able to pursue their own passions."

Interjecting, Harry pointed out, "You must remember, Hermione. The magical world is vastly different from the muggle world. Your own experiences are unique, it would be unfair of you to expect everyone else to change how they live or think based on your own personal opinion. It's no different than you would expect another country would have their own traditions and customs, some which may go against your own beliefs. Many within the magical community are dead set in their ways, trashing their lives is a surefire way to be rejected by many."

Nodding, Terry added, "That's true. My family has never been one to put down muggleborns, nor have the Potters." he nodded towards Harry. "But many people do see muggleborns as upstarts who only care about converting the magical world into the muggle world. Whatever may be wrong within our society, there are few who would want any change. Already, many would see you as a lesser person, if you go about and speak loudly against them and their views, many more would antagonize you."

"In other words, why change something that isn't broken?" she replied, quite crossed.

Shrugging, Terry said, "It's unfortunate but true. Any change would require you to assimilate to our world, convincing the older generation to the benefits of your ideas. It would be hard pushed and exceedingly long to be accept, but it is technically possible."

Entering their conversation, Harry said, "That is something that I aim to accomplish. I understand the value in tradition and customs, they are a reminder of our beginnings and of the importance of our ancestors. But, if those same traditions impede us to progress further, then they must be changed. A society that grows stagnate rots away. Progress and innovation are what allow any society to improve and remain strong. Look at the Romans, once the most powerful empire in the world that slowly became stagnate, caring more for their own personal importance and power, they rotted away until they became nothing more than something taught in the history books. If the British magical community does not continue to grow, they will see themselves in a similar ending."

With a raise of his eyebrow, Terry replied, "A lofty goal."

Shrugging, he replied, "The greats do not become great for their desire to remain ordinary. To become extraordinary, going the 'extra' step is required"

Nodding, Hermione said, "That's true. A vast majority of revolutionaries and visionaries were those who chose to stand against the status quo of their time."

Nonchalant, Harry said, "Exactly. I understand the enormity of my goal, the long and arduous road ahead. But, for the sake of my family, for the return of the Potter House, I hope to establish its return to power."

Interested, Terry leaned in and whispered, "And how are you planning on achieving that?"

With a small smirk, Harry leaned to them both and answered, "The same as all others have done to change the status quo. Power."

"Good afternoon, class. Please make sure that you all have your supplies at hand. We will continue on with our lesson."

With that interruption, the trio ended their conversation and paid attention to their professor. So began a rather enlightening lecture regarding the importance and risks of Transfiguration.

"The ability of a practitioner in the art of Transfiguration is only restricted to their own power, imagination and fine control of magic. However, certain restrictions do apply regardless of the aforementioned. One cannot transfigure any object into money, food, or precious minerals. It is why the invention of the Philosopher's Stone by the famed alchemist Nicholas Flamel was such an astounding discovery. It is, as of yet, the only recorded reliable method to permanently turn any mineral or rock into pure gold. As such, any attempt to perform this could result in disastrous consequences. If I find anybody, regardless of their years, attempting to perform this, they will find themselves in detention for the rest of the year, if not the rest of their time in Hogwarts. An exceedingly useful and varied art, Transfiguration requires a level-head mind with an appreciation of their limits."

For the next hour, they covered the rest of the chapter that continued to highlight the dangers of misused Transfiguration. While fascinating, Harry would admit that the hour long note taking did not help many who became far too engrossed in their daydreaming.

Regardless, at the end of the class, the trio made their way back to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Since they had Astronomy late at night, they had decided to take a nap before making their way around the castle to become further familiar with it contents.

As such, at 1700, the trio made their way with the library as their goal. Having asked one of the upper years directions to the Library, the trio found no trouble making their destination.

Located in the third floor, situated nearly central to the castle, stood the massive library of Hogwarts. Filled to the brim with books from throughout the millennia, it held the largest collection of magical books in the entire island. It was called the 'Jewel of Hogwarts' for its sheer beauty and size. Covering every single topic possible, it was said that the answer to any question could be found in Hogwarts. Curated by past and present Hogwarts alumni, it continued to receive donations by many patrons throughout the years.

Designed more like a cathedral, the two story library had giant arches and beams of stone that support the innumerable weight of the ancient stone and wood. Gleaming from the outside sunlight, the enormous crystal windows that displayed the outdoors allowed a golden hue to cover the room. Countless tables and chairs decorated the library. Stairways could be found in every corner of the room, ancient wooden stairways-they creaked and croaked with a quiet groan as another foot was placed on it.

As beautiful as its structure was, the true beauty lied in the ancient tomes that covered the wooden shelves. A veritable rainbow of colors, leather and wooden covered books could be found in every inch of this place. Magical and mundane, some books would fly around before returning back to its place, others would quiver with every touch, some could even bite you (this he heard from a sixth year student).

Entering through its doors, the trio stood with their mouth agape. Reminiscent of his first visit to Diagon Alley, Harry's head turned side to side in an attempt to capture every detail of this hallowed room. With heavy legs, they walked around to discover more of its priceless contents.

"I heard my parents talk about the Hogwarts Library before…but I never expected something so beautiful." whispered Terry.

With a reverence in her tone, Hermione agreed, "I think I've finally found my heaven on earth."

"I can see why it's called the 'Jewel of Hogwarts'." said Harry. "Come, lets grab a table and continue with our studies."

Making their way further in, they sat in a table found central to the library. As they settled in, Hermione pointed to the back of the library where they noted an iron gate that closed off the rest of the library.

"What is that?"

Turning to look at it, Terry answered, "I think that's the Restricted Section. My father said that it holds the most priceless and rare tomes. Apparently, books with the vilest or darkest magiks could be found in there. You need a written permission slip from one of the professors in order to be permitted entry."

Looking interested, Harry thought, "I wonder what they have there. I'm sure it would be interesting to see around."

Pointing to an elevated platform, seated behind its counter, sat an elderly lady. Grey hair tightly held in a bun, a severe look on her face, she continued to stare at every student with mild suspicion.

"I guess that Madame Pince. Some of the older students said that she can be really strict with the books."

Nodding, Hermione said, "I'd understand why, this place is amazing!"

For the remainder of their time, they enjoyed the quiet silence found in the library. Before long, they made their way down to the Great Hall for dinner. As loud as the previous day, it was full of students and teachers enjoying their meals. Sitting across from him, Anthony Goldstein spoke to Harry.

"I must say, Harry. You really do liven things up here in Hogwarts. Barely our second day of class and already you've been in an argument against one of the professors."

Chuckling, Harry replied, "I would not call that an argument, simply a spat. I refuse to cower before bullies, however overgrown they are."

Leaning in, Lisa Turpin said, "I don't know, Harry. I heard some of the older students talking about it. Apparently, nobody has ever dared to speak to him like that. Snape had always been the scariest professor in Hogwarts. To hear them talk about it, it was almost like they thought you were in a duel against him."

Shaking his head, he replied, "Rumors have a tendency to grow and change into fantastical tales. You were all there, you know that no such thing happened."

"Either way, it was a great way to end our first potions class. I wonder if he will continue to act like today." interjected Anthony.

Looking directly at Anthony, Harry said calmly, "If he does, he'll regret it. I made my stance very clear. Any transgressions will be met with an equal reply."

Looking mildly impressed, Anthony said, "Best of luck to you then Potter. You'd need some big brass ones to go against him again."

Shrugging, "I've found that most bullies tend to run away when someone stands up to them. Years of everyone staying quiet or compliant leads them to believe in their own delusion of power. All it takes to put a bully in their place is by standing up them. Consequences be damned."

Impressed, the rest of their classmates continued to listen in to their conversation.

"I wonder how you're not in Gryffindor with that confidence."

Turning, Harry noted that the quiet Sue Li has made that remark.

With a smirk, Harry answered, "Because I actually use my brain instead of making dunderhead moves."

Laughing, the Ravenclaws returned their own previous conversations and meal.

Before long, dinner was ended, and the House made their return to the warmth of their House Common Room. Choosing to remain behind and read the same book from this morning, Harry sat in one of the recliners available and opened it to where he left this morning.

"In any fight, regardless of the situation or environment, remaining aware of your surroundings is of vital importance. Where it be a wall, a rock, or even another person, one needs to be conscious of their position. By knowing this, you are able to adjust your plan or tactics accordingly to the available terrain. An example of this is the guerrilla warfare that has been employed by various ethnic groups throughout the years. By being familiar with their own native land, these seemingly overwhelmed forces are able to inflict damages against their must bigger opponent. Wisely using any hidden holes, trees, shade or even rocks, traps and men can be placed to launch a counter attack. Remember, no matter the power or experience on someone, it only takes one hit to win. A slip on a rock, bumping against a previously unknown wall, or tripping over a body can lead anybody to make a mistake which will cost you your life."

'Interesting.' Harry thought.

"Hey, Harry, is that the same book from this morning?"

Turning to face Hermione, he said, "Yes, it's such a fascinating book. Currently, it's covering the importance of situation awareness; being aware of what is around you."

Finger on her chin, Hermione nodded, "Makes sense, if you accidentally slip on a rock you could fall or be injured."

"Exactly! It also talks about using it to your advantage when it comes to developing your plans or if you need to make a quick getaway."

For the rest of their time there, the duo continued to speak about their views of situational awareness and its importance in a fight. As Harry said, "you need to know what is around you to know where to go or avoid." Hermione, ever the planner, agreed when she said, "how can you plan when do you do not know what it take into account."

Regardless, they enjoyed their spirited conversation until it was time to make their way up to the Astronomy Tower. Since it was their first late night incursion for Astronomy, Professor Flitwick had informed them that he would be their guide in order to ensure no one is lost.

"Every year we would have at least one person who either gets lost or stays asleep. Therefore, to mitigate that, years ago I decided to ensure all Ravens know how to get there to decrease the chances of being lost."

Therefore, the first year cohort stood in the middle of their common room waiting for their Head of House at 2200.

"Is everyone here? Yes? Good! Come now, follow me!"

Following the diminutive professor, the group walked across the castle to the seventh floor landing where they climbed a tall spiring metal stairway that arrived in an open tower head.

Circular, the tower had four beams that supported the roof to provide an open space concept. Revealing the night sky, Harry took note of a sprawling forest that seemed to stretch for miles, the giant lake that showered a near perfect reflection of the glowing moon, to the other side there was a tall stadium with towers around tall circular hoops. A gentle breeze flowing through them, Harry had his breath taken away by this mesmerizing dark beauty.

Standing in the center, was a young woman in her mid to late 20s, dark black hair and glowing silver eyes, she was of average height wearing a dark blue robe with stars and moons drawn on them.

Professor Sinistra.

With a nod, she greeted them, "Good evening, Professor."

"Good evening, Professor Sinistra. I see my Ravens are the first to arrive."

Chuckling, she answered, "Yes, the Hufflepuffs are yet to arrive. No fear, Professor Sprout informed me that she would be guiding them as well."

At this, a clanking of steps could be heard echoing from the tower landing. From within the shadows, spouted the portly Herbology instructor, Professor Sprout.

Looking at the incoming Hufflepuffs, Professor Sinistra said, "Ah! Here they come! Good evening Professor Sprout."

"Good evening! I hope we're not too late."

Waving her hand, she replied, "No, you're right on time. Welcome everyone to Astronomy! I am Professor Sinistra."

A shy murmur of 'Evening, Professor Sinistra' spread throughout the cohorts; the professor smiled.

"No need to be shy, I'm sure there are a few amongst you who are getting sleepy. Come, let me show you where we will be doing most of our work."

Leading them outside the room, they entered an exposed patio where the professor informed them they could place their own telescopes. A raised platform in the middle of the patio, the professor stepped on it to address the class.

"Astronomy is the study of the celestial bodies that comprise our night skies. Included in this is the moon, the floating planets, and the innumerable stars that light the night. Many question the purpose of Astronomy; "What does it matter in magic? Why do we waste our time in the middle of the night to read about stars?'. The practice of Astronomy is an ancient discipline that allowed our ancestors, both muggle and magical, to be guided towards their destination. They even influenced the construction of buildings, empires, and ritual sites for their increased magical potency. It was later discovered that the rotation and present of the stars, moon, and planets also influence many phenomena, some of which include the growth of plants, the potency in rituals, or even in the divination of the future. The stars may provide us all a guide on how to venture into the future, or, if need be, to read upon the past for wisdom and guidance. For the next several years, we will learn to recognize these celestial bodies and their purpose, how they factor in rituals and spells, and even how to begin deciphering the future. Divination through reading the stars is an incredibly difficult practice, requiring decades of study and patience, as such this will not be covered until you've continued for your NEWT after passing your OWLs. The most famous in their practice of reading the stars are the Centaurs; who, being long-lived, they have perfected the art of Divination. For now, please gather around to obtain one of these sheets where I've written a few of the most common constellation that are visibly seen, as well as their history and importance."

With that, the class began to read over the information sheet and began to focus their telescope towards the directed direction where the professor promised they would be able to best see the stars.

Glittering like ancient silver diamonds, the stars shined upon them with a white hue of light as they showed through their telescope. Magical and enchanted, their telescopes were more powerful than the standard mundane telescope which allowed them to closely see the stars. Lightweight, durable and adjustable, the telescope definitely proved their worth for this class.

Being a student of history, Harry was familiar with a few stars and constellation due to their prominence in ancient history. However, never before had he been interested in observing them through telescope lens. Their magnitude, their power, and radiance shining through millions of light years away took his breath away as he visualized their brilliance.

"Many have asked me, 'Why are you fascinated by the stars?' I always reply, 'How can you not be?' The same stars that you are witnessing tonight and every night, are the same stars that your parents did, that your grandparents and their grandparents did. For thousands of years, we mortals gazed upon these stars and planets with hope and awe. They guided us, shaped our very civilization, and even now, thousands of years of studying later, we continue to learn more and more about the stars and their existence. Their influence in magic is nigh limitless; they can be used to empower the wards of a residence, to reinforce the protective magics of any area, they can be used to read the past, present or future, they can be used to grow flora and fauna under the best conditions. When I look upon these stars, I cannot help but feel miniscule under their light; my worries, my stress and fears begin to feel lesser when I come up here and surround myself by the power of these stars."

Listening attentively, Harry could agree in her sentiment. Looking around, taking in all the darkness and silence of the night, the gentle whispers of a breeze, the fluttering of the leaves that coated the Forbidden Forest, the soothing waves of the glistening lake, and the silver hue of light shining from the night sky…Harry could understand the peace.

Entering his dorm, Harry placed his telescope beside the window located to the left of his bed, opening the curtain, a burst of silver beams of light rushed through the crystal glass. Taking a shower and changing into his nightwear, Harry began to settle into his bed. Tired from the long day, his body was worn out.

"Good night, Harry." yawned Terry.

"Good night, Terry" Harry replied.

Closing his bed's curtains, a small beam of light made its way from the tiny slit besides him. Yawning, Harry closed his eyes and quickly fell into a long need sleep.