Mind Over Magic

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"I thought you would be ready growing up away from all this…maybe I was wrong to make such moves…"

Harrison jerked his head in a motion of agreement, or perhaps disagreement, while Dumbledore drew his wand and, waving it over Harrison's head, he sighed deeply as he smiled at the boy standing on the stool in front of him.

"Now, I can only hope none of us regret our actions from here on in, Harry…as Headmaster, I approve your request for Apprentice Status under Master Filius Flitwick: congratulations!"

Chapter 6: The Lion and the Scorpion

Even as Harrison made his way towards the Gryffindor Table, he could feel the eyes of almost-every member of staff and student on him.

Many of them were still whispering among themselves and making less-than-subtle glances and gestures in his direction as they tried to wrap their minds around what they had just seen, while others just watched with bated breath, wondering more to themselves about the mystery surrounding Harrison and his Sorting.

As the young boy took a seat between Neville and Hermione, the latter of whom was staring at him with a mixture of surprise and relief when she saw how calm he seemed about the whole thing, he idly plucked a loose strand from his robe before he leaned forwards, resting his head on the palms of his hands while his elbows propped him up on the table.

For a moment, silence filled the Great Hall before, to Harrison's relief, he heard the familiar voice of Professor Flitwick, "Perhaps we might continue with the remainder of the Sorting Ceremony now, Minerva? I'm sure our students are growing restless, not to mention a little hungry."

'Amen, Professor,' thought Harrison, choosing to tune out the remainder of the Sorting as he closed his eyes, his mind more-focused on the mystery of his unique Sorting, as well as the way out of the dilemma that he himself had found.

And all thanks to the Encyclopaedia Mystica…

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It had been back when he'd read the Encyclopaedia's descriptions and backstories on the Four Founders of Hogwarts.

During that interesting research session, Harrison had come across tales of days where the bonds between Master and Apprentice were tested, not just by one's peers, but also the worth to handle such a powerful responsibility. Normally, Apprentices would only be assigned during NEWT year and, even then, only on the agreement of the Headmaster.

Indeed, it had been before even Dumbledore himself had been a student when someone had been proven necessary, if not worthy enough to be named an Apprentice of Hogwarts.

The fact that the same had happened nearly two centuries later, to one as unique in terms of circumstances as Harrison spoke volumes.

He just silently hoped he would be able to prove himself worthy of the mantle, and all that implied.

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Now Harrison was curious and, perhaps for the first time in his life, he was actually worried, if not a little intimidated by the prospects of what the future held for him.

Or was that adrenaline-fuelled excitement running through him?

Kind of tingly…

As he pondered on the mystery, Harrison's train of thought was derailed when he heard a voice, "Oi, get out of the way, you: only the best mate of the Boy-Who-Lived gets to sit with him. Not weak little Squibs like you, Longbottom!"

"Don't even think of moving from that seat, Neville," argued Harrison, earning a surprised look from Neville before he opened his eyes and, looking up from his musings, his eyes darkened when he saw the youngest Weasley standing near Hermione, his position at the Gryffindor Table suggesting that the earlier guess about how he'd follow his siblings into this House only confirming Harrison's theories about the brat.

Looking back to the redhead, Harrison indicated a spot next to Hermione, on her other side, which would have put the boy away from Harrison, as he asked, "Now, do you have some sort of ocular impairment, Mr Weasley? Because I'm sure there are plenty of empty seats for you to sit at. Seats that don't require either one of these two whom I consider worthwhile companions on the road ahead to move anywhere, so you can slump down like some inbred sloth expecting the world to bow to your every whim."

For a moment, silence gripped the Gryffindor Table, though as he kept his eyes on the tactless twit, Harrison heard low sniggers coming from the Slytherin Table while he heard two more sniggers from the Gryffindors, which he guessed came from the Twins.

As for the younger Weasley, he looked at Harrison as he told him, "Don't worry, Harry; I'll get rid of them for you. And what's with trying to sound like some weirdo smart person? You don't need that…"

"No, but clearly, you do," drawled Harrison, earning more sniggers from those who heard him before looking away from the redhead as he returned to his earlier position, "Neville? Hermione? Don't you dare move from your seats: I sat here because I know you're capable of respecting my choice, not because of some stupid title that a nursery kid came up with…either that or Stan Lee. Definitely sounds as stupid as his heroes' aliases."

While the other two did exactly as he suggested, remaining where they were seated while they, along with everyone else, waited for the start of the Sorting Feast, Harrison hid a smile when he heard McGonagall's voice, "Mr Weasley, will you sit down? Some of us are waiting to get on with the feast and the last of the evening's festivities!"

"Quite right, Minerva," drawled Professor Snape, "In fact, I think five points from Gryffindor should be enough to convince Mr Weasley not to hold everybody else up."

"For once, I agree with you, Severus," replied McGonagall, earning a roll of the eyes from Harrison as he remembered the dark-haired man's feeble attempt to do this before Weasley had been Sorted into any House.

Seriously, were points meant to mean something?

He thought this was meant to be a school, not the Eurovision Song Contest.

Despite his thought, Harrison still noticed Weasley finally got the hint as he sat down next to Hermione, putting some distance between him and Harrison, but not enough as far as the aforementioned emerald-eyed youth was concerned.

Once he was finally sat down, Weasley's mood soon changed when McGonagall passed control of the evening to Dumbledore, who declared the feast beginning, which caused the tables to fill with a wide variety of food and drinks. While many were in awe, Harrison was in a state of revulsion that almost made him throw up when he saw how, as soon as the food appeared, Weasley began reaching, snatching and, subsequently, scarfing everything he could get his hands on.

Clearly, the overbearing matriarch hadn't taught the idiot the delights of table manners and, from the looks of things, the Prefect and the Twins were perfectly willing to ignore him.

'How someone like him is meant to be brave at heart or anything like Godric would have expected to be a protégé of his House, I'll probably never know,' thought Harrison, trying to ignore Weasley's habits as he fed himself enough to sate him, 'And yet I don't care that I'll never know…weird.'

While everyone seemed content to help themselves to all they could eat, Harrison picked up conversations about family and school ideas.

More or less everyone on the table, if not the Great Hall as a whole, had their own conversations, though Harrison did his best to keep his eyes on his meal and tune out the rest of the world. At one point, however, his restraint was seriously tested when Weasley, deciding to try again to get to know Harrison, spat a large globule of food at Harrison just by addressing him.

Setting down his knife and fork, Harrison looked around for a napkin or a tissue or something he could use to wipe away the mess.

To his disbelief, however, he couldn't see one, which only made him wonder, 'What idiots have I cursed myself to being around?'

Drawing his wand, Harrison pointed it at the mess on his face before he hissed, "Evanesco!"

Once again, his wand and his magic obeyed his will as the mess vanished from his face, though the use of the spell seemed to have attracted some attention from other students, particularly Weasley, who scoffed, "How'd you do that?"

"Practice and reading," drawled Harrison, looking up at the aforementioned redhead, "Here; let me give you another example: Evanesco!"

To Weasley's horror, the food on his plate soon vanished, though Harrison wasn't done.

Aiming his wand at the redhead's face, Harrison flicked it once as he added, "Scourgify!"

Bubbles flew from the tip of Harrison's wand, causing Weasley to gasp before he coughed as they filled his mouth.

To the shock of those who watched the magical display, as the food also flew from Weasley's mouth, Harrison managed to hit each of the messes with a well-aimed Evanesco, causing them to vanish before they made any more mess.

"Mr Potter!" exclaimed McGonagall, drawing Harrison's attention to her as she asked, "What is the meaning of this disturbance?"

"Where do I start?" asked Harrison, holding up one hand, counting off his points one by one, "First, Mr Weasley thinks he can sit there and eat like he's never seen food before, resulting in manners that make pigs look civil. Then, when he's not eating, he's spitting food everywhere because he can't be bothered to close his mouth when he's chewing. Third, when he decides to get involved in whatever it is we're talking about…topics I don't know, because I was busy enjoying my meal…he practically covers my face in mulch. Then, finally, I decide to do what, apparently, his Prefect brother won't do and help him clean up his act…literally! I mean, there's not even a napkin to offer him…oh no, here they are."

It was then Harrison noticed the napkins tucked under the plates rather than in a conveniently-placed rack or a pile for students to help themselves to, just like they helped themselves to everything on the table.

As he used his napkin to wipe the last dregs from his face, Harrison looked back to McGonagall, "Now, I apologise on my own behalf if I disrupted the feast, but, as an Apprentice of Hogwarts representing Gryffindor House's honour, I refuse to sit here and let this moron disgrace our House any further than he already has. Personally, even with my circumstances, I'd have thought the Head of Gryffindor would be a little more grateful? Unless you'd rather lose to Slytherin again for the supposedly treasured Holy Grail of Hogwarts: the House Cup?"

McGonagall looked like she was ready to burst a blood vessel.

However, as he saw the look, Harrison shrugged ruefully as he said, "Sorry, Deputy Headmistress, but you did ask."

With that, he turned his attention back to his meal, leaving McGonagall red with rage while, down the table, Professor Snape was somewhere between curious, outraged and just a little amused – not that he'd admit being amused by a Potter's antics – at how Harrison handled himself.

However, as Harrison went to pick up his next bit of food, he looked back to McGonagall as he added, "Oh, and one last thing I forgot to mention."

Sticking the food in his mouth, Harrison mulched it up in his jaws before he spat just like the redhead idiot as he explained, "My name is Harrison Potter, not Harry; next time, Professor, get your facts straight."

Not only did he spray his food all over the Great Hall floor when he said the words, but, by the time the evening was over, Gryffindor was already in the negatives with the number of points McGonagall took from Harrison.

But did he care?

Ha…does he ever?

At long last, the feast came to an end and, following a song that Harrison was content to hum along to, the students of the four Hogwarts Houses made their way out of the Great Hall.

All but Harrison; he chose to remain seated in his place at the Gryffindor Table, much to the surprise of both Neville and Hermione.

While the rest of Gryffindor House made their way behind a smug-looking Percy Weasley, the two lions chose to stay with their friend, though he didn't seem to notice. Instead, he seemed content just sitting there, toying with his wand, which caused a rather-impressive, if not enchanting series of red, green, blue and yellow sparks to fly from the end of it.

Finally, when the last students left the hall, Harrison finally looked to the High Table where the only staff members remaining were the Headmaster and, to the relief of the young wizard, his new Master, Professor Flitwick.

As had already been made clear several times by now, Harrison held a great deal of respect for the goblin professor and, apparently, the feeling was mutual, unless it had more to do with Harrison's unique sorting.

"Miss Granger, Mr Longbottom, you may go with your Housemates," said Professor Flitwick, earning confused looks from the other two before, as though anticipating the next question before it was even spoken, the Head of Ravenclaw added in a reassuring tone of voice, "Don't worry about Mr Potter; during the second half of the feast, we discussed your case in great depth, and we've decided to offer you the Gryffindor Chambers which are usually reserved for a married couple or the Head Boy and Girl. However, as the Head Boy is currently a Ravenclaw and the Head Girl is a Slytherin, we see no reason not to choose that dormitory and all assets inside for you."

"And let me guess," drawled Harrison, looking now to Dumbledore, "Back in their day, my Mum and Dad, Lily and James Potter, may they rest in peace, used that same room, so you're hoping the nostalgia might alleviate my less-obedient tendencies so I turn into a respectful, meek little boy?"

Judging by the blanched expression on Dumbledore's face, this was exactly what he was expecting.

As Harrison cleared his throat, drawing his attention away from Dumbledore as he did so, he looked to Professor Flitwick as he asked, "No offence meant, Professor, but what if the next Head Boy or Girl are from Gryffindor? Or what if, in two years' time, the Weasley boy who let his own Mother shriek down half of King's Cross Station becomes Head Boy? What? Do I just surrender my private dormitory because he wants to be there?"

Again, Dumbledore tried to fight the urge to show disbelief as well as rage: he'd told Molly to get Harry's attention, not expose their world with her loud voice just to be sure of it.

Harrison, meanwhile, kept his eyes on Filius as the goblin explained, "As I said before, Mr Potter, we have discussed the case in great detail and, after much deliberation, we've agreed that, if the Head Boy or Girl come from Gryffindor, we shall inform them circumstances have changed the norm and they will have no alternative but to relocate to one of the other chambers whether they like it or not."

"Even if they're both from Gryffindor like my parents were?"

"Yes," said Filius, though he seemed to grow a little sterner than normal, "Now, since the Head of Gryffindor House isn't available to guide you in lieu of my own duties as Head of Ravenclaw House."

"Shocker," drawled Harrison, rolling his eyes.

"Mr Potter, kindly show respect to your elders," said Filius, earning a scoff from Harrison.

"Sir, right now, the only staff member I can show any amount of respect towards is you," explained the young wizard, earning a surprised look from Dumbledore as the emerald-eyed scion continued, "As for Professor McGonagall, she's clearly had the same idea in her head as a lot of people. I'm either someone who spent his youth going on insane adventures and being capable of exceptional magical feats that might as well make me the next Merlin, or I'm a newbie with hardly any knowledge, which would prompt the need for some genius like Minerva McGonagall to come and save me. And yes, she's named for the Roman Goddess of Wisdom, but that doesn't mean I should instantly respect her, especially not after how she can't even handle the reality of what I'm like, ergo, my respect for her is the same as practically everyone else in Hogwarts, student and staff alike."

Here, Filius was a little surprised, if not proud to see Harrison look to Neville and Hermione, "Earned, not given and, although I won't give out any details just yet, let's just say that the only students to have done that are standing in the hall with me right now."

"But you hardly know them, Harry," argued Dumbledore.

"Harrison," chorused Harrison, Hermione, Neville and Filius, though it was the lesser of the foursome that continued as he added, "And, actually, it's Mr Potter to you too, Headmaster. We're not friends."

Dumbledore's last shred of hope in trying to gain any sort of insight to Harrison Potter fell faster than the Berlin Wall.

As for Harrison, he looked to Professor Flitwick, "So, getting back to it, I suppose you're showing me where the new dormitory of mine is, Master?"

"Yes," said Filius, moving from where he'd been seated behind the High Table before, as he reached Harrison, he looked to Neville and Hermione, "And if you will follow me afterwards, Miss Granger and Mr Longbottom, I will direct you to Gryffindor Tower and help you re-join your Housemates."

"Though you're both welcome to stay with me in my Apprentice Dormitory if you so desire," added Harrison, earning a surprised look from Neville while Hermione smiled thankfully as Harrison shrugged in his rueful, I-don't-care manner.

"Something tells me you'll welcome the peace and quiet compared to Gryffindor Tower!"

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The Gryffindor Chambers – which Harrison later learned was ironically known as the Chamber of Pride, as in a pride of lions – was located behind a portrait on the seventh floor, down a corridor off the Grand Staircase, unlike Gryffindor Tower, which was located behind a different portrait on the staircase itself. The portrait that protected the Chamber of Pride showed a pride of lions on the savannah, though, from time to time, the weather on the portrait changed from a bright, African sunny day to a fierce rainstorm during monsoon season.

The king of the pride also made his way towards the students and the Head of Ravenclaw House, though only momentarily as Professor Flitwick placed his wand against the picture frame before he announced, "As Head of Ravenclaw, with the permissions of the Head of Gryffindor and the Headmaster, I hereby claim this dormitory for Apprentice Harrison James Potter and any he deems welcome in the Chamber of Pride."

A loud roar, like the song of the entire pride of lions, followed his declaration before, lowering his wand, Filius looked to Harrison.

"There; now you will be able to access all that lies within. Be aware, Mr Potter, beyond this portrait is more than a bedroom; there is also a Common Room and study, the contents of which are left here at the trust of the staff and our librarian, Madam Pince. If any articles are found damaged or not in your possession, you will lose your rights to the dorm; similarly, if you're found abusing the privilege, you will be put in a House Dormitory with your peers in Gryffindor until you earn back the right to reclaim your old dwellings, understand?"

"Yes Master," said Harrison, earning a small smile from Filius as he saw the boy adapting to his unique circumstances more and more.

"In that case," added Filius, indicating the portrait, "Place your wand against the brow of the king and speak the password you have chosen. If you ever need to change it, just repeat the process, but only you have this right. Not even the school's staff can do it, nor can the Headmaster."

"Good," said Harrison before he could stop himself.

While the others looked at him in curiosity, however, Harrison sniffed before, placing his wand against the forehead of the King of the Pride, he took a deep breath.

"The password is…Scorpion," replied Harrison, placing his wand against the lion's forehead before he gave the password.

In response, the king of the pride let out a roar of acknowledgement before he moved off to one side; as he did so, Harrison stepped back as the portrait swung open, revealing the room beyond, the sight of which made Harrison gasp, though not as much as Neville and Hermione as they followed him inside.

In the Common Room, there was a gorgeous 3-piece leather suite decorated in cloths and cushions bearing the crest of Gryffindor, a large open fireplace and ornate Venetian table set in front of the 3-piece suite. A single stairwell led up to the main dormitory where Harrison was surprised to find a king-size bed with the same Gryffindor design on the bedding and even the curtains covering the windows.

There was also a large, redwood-forged armoire and a private bathroom that led off the bedroom as well as a walk-in wardrobe and a balcony that opened out onto a stunning view of the Great Lake and the Forbidden Forest. Back downstairs, Harrison's interest peaked when Hermione told him she'd found two other doors; one that led into a library filled with more than a few books not on the syllabus, much to Harrison's amusement.

The second door off the Common Room led into a round, open chamber that could be used as a practice field for training, as well as an adjoining set of French Doors that led onto a lower balcony and across into the library. The Common Room also had a noticeboard, which Professor Flitwick told him was enchanted to recognise anyone who might be waiting outside the entrance without the password as well as receive messages from the Head of Gryffindor and other staff members that wished to communicate with Harrison.

Even though it was meant to be a Head's Dorm, Harrison also found a second room with private beds for Neville and Hermione, both of whom were surprised to find their possessions had already been brought to the room, as though Hogwarts or her Custodians knew the two lions would rather enjoy the peace and tranquillity of the Apprentice's Dorm instead of the ruckus of Gryffindor Tower.

All in all, it was perfect.

Looking to the Head of Ravenclaw, Harrison inclined his head before he told him, "Thank you for this, Master…really, thank you."

"You are most-welcome, Mr Potter," replied Professor Flitwick, before he cleared his throat as he explained, "Also, since it will be an issue raised tomorrow at breakfast, I'll tell you now. You are permitted to sit with any of your classmates at any House Table during mealtimes as an Apprentice of the school, yes, even the Slytherins and, in lessons, it is up to whichever Professor is teaching you with regards as to just how many points you earn or lose for Gryffindor."

"So, in Potions, do us a favour and please be good," gasped Neville, earning a snigger from Filius before Harrison turned to his newest friend, who blushed as he explained, "Professor Snape despises Gryffindor House and is known to favour the Slytherins. Given what happened during your Sorting, I'd say he's already made his mind up about you, so please Harrison…please try and keep us in the black in Potions."

"Don't worry, Neville," Harrison assured him, his eyes shining with mirthful intent as he looked again to his new dormitory.

"I'll find a way to handle Professor Snape."

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To anyone who observed him throughout the first week, it soon became clear that the only lions Harrison seemed to be willing to give a chance to be with him were Neville and Hermione, both of whom were more or less always seen at meals and in lessons, seated either close to or on either side of Harrison as they worked together.

For the most part, this Golden Trio as they were soon known, became a good thing for Gryffindor and, in the eyes of their teachers, the union of the trio was seen as a bit of a godsend, especially since it resulted in Gryffindor House earning more than its fair share of points in the first week.

Not that Harrison cared about the House Cup, but he did relish the idea of being around like-minded individuals, especially when he discovered the pros and cons of his lessons.

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Contrary to his first impression of the witch, Harrison soon discovered Professor McGonagall was a reasonably interesting teacher to learn from.

She had a strong and very keen sense of order that she put into effect in her lessons, going as far as watching over her students in her Animagus form when she wasn't offering advice or titbits on their tasks.

In the Gryffindors' very first lesson, she marginally redeemed herself when she acknowledged Harrison's skill with magic after he managed to be one of the first to complete the task – transfiguring a matchstick into a needle – on the first try, the other being Hermione. As for Neville, he seemed to be a bit uneasy with his wand work, which made Harrison curious and uneasy about his companion's confidence, but that didn't stop him and Hermione offering help.

Then, on the seventh try, which Harrison found ironic because seven was meant to have magical significance, Neville managed a semi-complete transfiguration, giving his matchstick a shiny, pointed tip, but the head still looked like the head of a match.

Still, Neville looked more-delighted at managing even that much that Harrison didn't put his Housemate down.

Instead, he offered to give Neville as much support as he needed, to the surprise of the aforementioned boy as he wondered the same thing a few others did, though not as crudely.

Why was Harrison bothering giving up his time to help a dead-last like Neville Longbottom?

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Harrison's favourite lesson was Charms, because he had it with his Master – who'd told Harrison they would discuss the boy's full Apprentice status in due course; for now, Filius wanted his student to focus on his first-year classes – and because, unlike other lessons, Professor Flitwick didn't just acknowledge the boy's skill, but he let Harrison read ahead and move onto other charms if he managed to complete the task with time to spare.

The only downside was that the lesson was with the Ravenclaws and, on more than a few occasions, Harrison caught them glaring with spite, hate and envy, as though he wasn't meant to be like he was, either because he was a Gryffindor or because he was Harry Potter.

Still, Harrison did what he could and excelled in lessons to the point where, after the first lesson, Professor Flitwick told him he wouldn't be surprised to learn Harrison inherited his Mother's skills.

Suffice to say, Harrison felt an urgent need to leave the room, though not before thanking his master for the kind words…

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As one of a few lessons that didn't use magic, if not very often, Harrison was surprised to discover how much he enjoyed Herbology.

Not only that, but he also discovered this was one of the few lessons Neville felt at home in; in their Herbology classes, the underdog of Gryffindor seemed to be replaced by a true lion who made up for all his poor work in other lessons by earning as many points and making as much of an effort as Harrison and Hermione.

He seemed to be at home in a greenhouse, tending to plants and caring for their growth or even repotting them for new growth or new plant life, in such a way that Harrison had to admire his friend's talents.

If he even noticed how he'd started thinking of Neville as a friend, he didn't say anything.

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Unlike his previously-mentioned lessons, however, there were those that didn't make Harrison feel like he'd ever accomplish anything.

For one, Defence Against the Dark Arts was as big a joke to magic as it was possible for it to be.

Not only was the class an annoyance because of the persistent stink of garlic that filled the room, but the teacher was a blithering, stuttering fool who had no idea what he was talking about.

In the end, Harrison chose to teach himself all he needed to know about Defence, using both the Chamber of Pride and his acquired books as study aides while, at the same time, offering what he called remedial lessons to Neville and Hermione, the latter of whom tried her best to focus in the real lessons, but, in the end, she gave up and accepted Harrison's help.

Anything was better than failing to advance because one man couldn't string two words together without tripping over his own tongue.

That being said, there was something about their pathetic excuse for a teacher that Harrison didn't like.

He didn't know what it was, but whenever he was around Quirrell, the hairs on the back of Harrison's neck rose, like the hackles of a cat, while the young boy got a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He didn't know why he felt what he did, but Harrison decided to keep one eye on his lessons…

And the other on Quirinus Quirrell…

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Another lesson that turned out to be as big a joke, if not bigger, was History of Magic.

At first, Harrison had been, dare he think it, excited to learn that he would be learning about the past from a genuine ghost; however, by the end of his first lesson, he changed his mind: Professor Binns had the sort of dull, boring, monotonous tone of voice that would have put Ben Stein to sleep while he seemed to be fixated on the goblin wars and never went further than the less-than-awe-inspiring climax of each battle.

It would have been interesting to hear, if it wasn't for the man's droning voice that seemed to lull everyone into a stupor.

Even Harrison found it hard to keep his eyes open.

That was how boring it was.

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The one lesson Harrison wasn't looking forwards to, however, was the one that he had at the end of his first week:

Potions.

Even with everything he'd read, learned and researched, the one thing he was least looking forwards to was the idea he got from the teacher, Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin House, whenever he met the gaze of the dark-eyed, greasy-haired professor.

Like he didn't like Harrison, if not outright loathe and detest the boy's very existence, even though they'd never met.

Why he had such thoughts towards a student he'd never met, Harrison didn't know and, although he had plenty of chances to inquire about the reason, the young wizard decided he'd be better off finding out himself straight from the horse's mouth.

So, while he wasn't looking forwards to the lesson because of the dislike Professor Snape seemed to have for him, Harrison was looking forwards to one thing about the lesson at the end of his first week.

Getting answers…and if they turned out to be the wrong answers?

Well, then he'd consider Plan B; an option he really didn't want to take, but if he had no other choice, he'd do it.

Better to be well-educated than have someone trying to sabotage his progress just because of a pitiful, impotent hate he wouldn't bother explaining.

Chapter 6 and it seems Harrison is settling in nicely, but now, the toughest part of his week lies ahead: will the unyielding Apprentice be able to deal with the Half-Blood Prince in person?

Also, what is Harrison's deal with Neville and what will happen as the bonds between the new Golden Trio of Gryffindor deepen?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Snape shows how big a jackass he is, but Harrison is surprisingly prepared…or so it seems; plus, Hermione and Neville see a side to their friend and housemate/dormmate that leaves much to be questioned;

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