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6. Creative Title I guess

Yawning, Harry woke up for the 2nd day of his magical education. After a quick stop at the bathroom, to freshen up, he made for the Great Hall. In just a few minutes, his friends joined him for breakfast, which constituted of a bowl of cereal. Next they headed toward their next class, History of Magic. Not only was it their first History of Magic lesson, it was also their first double period. The Slytherin and Gryffindor first-years walked into the History of Magic classroom. It was an ordinary classroom, with quite an unordinary teacher. Harry had heard from other classmates of the story of Professor Binns. The most boring teacher in the school had woken up one day, without his body. Somehow, he hadn't realized he was dead, and just went on with his classes. He was known to be able to put you to sleep faster than the Draught of Living Death.

"Damn," Shadow hissed. "You've gotta admire the dedication."

"The Goblin War of 1812…"

As Binns droned on, the class fell into a deep stupor. Resting his head on his desk like his fellow classmates, he tried to fall asleep. The only student who was able to stay awake was Hermione. Binns' monotonous voice was like a soothing white noise that was just begging him to fall asleep. With such a dull lesson, Harry wondered why it warranted a double period. As they finally exited the class, blearily rubbing their eyes and yawning, they made their way toward the Great Hall for a quick lunch.

Next, they headed toward their next class, Defense against the Dark Arts. Yet another class they shared with the Gryffindors.

"I heard our teacher, Professor Quirrell, met a vampire in the Black Forest!" the redhead oaf was saying. "He's never been the same since, scared of his own subject."

"Oh yeah Ron? Well I heard that he puts garlic in his turban," Seamus said, chortling.

Curious. Why would Dumbledore hire someone who's scared of their own subject? His first-hand experience must be valuable.

The door opened with a loud creak, and a man stepped through. Quirrell was of average height, and of average build, with a dark purple turban wrapped around his head. The drapes of purple contrasted sharply with the deep black cloak he was wearing. His pale face looked as though he had seen all the horrors the world had to offer.

"C-Come in, students," he stuttered.

"Ah!" Shadow gasped, recoiling. "Something smells off about this guy!"

"This is the man that Dumbledore allowed to teach at Hogwarts?" Harry questioned. "At one of the most important subjects no less? I don't want to judge a book by its cover, but doesn't he seem scared of his own students?"

However, by the end of the lesson, Harry had to agree that Quirrell was a stuttering buffoon. He taught absolutely nothing, and just had them read from the book. When asked a question, he evaded it through his stuttering, saying that they would cover it later. However, all students knew that the real reason for his evading was that he himself had no answer. For the first time, the first-year Slytherins and Gryffindors agreed with each other.

"Quirrell's a hack!" Blaise exclaimed.

"He knows absolutely nothing," Dean Thomas replied.

Only Hermione stuck up for Quirrell.

"Come on guys, if Dumbledore chose him, he can't be bad. Dumbledore must have had his reasons."

"Oh please," Draco sneered. "Dumbledore isn't a saint."

"Harry, something smells off about that guy, and I don't mean the overwhelming garlic stench. His magical presence is all wrong, it's dark, and different."

"Noted, staying away from the potential creepy guy," Harry agreed.

Their last class of the day, Astronomy, was late in the night, after dinner, so they had time to just relax. Seeing as it was nice and sunny outside, many students were out on the ground.

"Come on guys," Harry called out. "Lets go outside."

"Amen brother," Blaise groaned. "We've been cooped up the entire day."

They strolled outside, basking in the hot sun.

"Malfoy, are you sure you can handle this?" Daphne teased. "You're paler than a vampire."

"Oh shut up Greengrass," Malfoy laughed.

They sat under a tree, making sure it wasn't the Whomping Willow, and relaxed. It provided just the right amount of shade as they leaned against its trunk.

"Hey, you guys wanna climb this?" Blaise asked, grinning.

"Nah, I'm too tired," Daphne replied. "Do you know how early we woke up today?"

The entire group laughed at Daphne, who thought waking up at 7:30 was early.

"Same as Greengrass," Malfoy agreed. "I'll just rest under the tree."

"I'm up for it," Harry readily said, putting Shadow down under the tree.

They grabbed the lowest branch, and began climbing. The tree was about 100 feet tall, about twice the height of an average climbing wall, but with much less holds. It was exhausting work trying to find footholds, and the grip was rough and uncomfortable. Harry could slowly feel himself become gassed. He stopped about a fourth of the way through, panting. Blaise looked down on him, wondering if he should continue.

"I'll stop here, go on without me," Harry said.

Blaise nodded and continued upward. As Harry watched from a slightly stable spot on the tree, he felt ashamed of himself. Why was he so weak? Even though it was hard to find holds, Blaise had gone farther than him. In fact, as Harry watched, Blaise went a whole 10 feet farther than his 25. He had no stamina whatsoever. Years of living with the Dursleys, primarily Dudley, had made him think that he was in good shape, just because he wasn't morbidly obese. But as he re-evaluated himself now, he was extremely weak, skinny, had no stamina, and was malnourished. It wasn't his fault. It was the idiot Dursley's, who starved him, causing severe malnutrition. He couldn't stay like this. He wouldn't stay like this!

I vow to myself to get in shape, to fix my body, and to climb this entire tree!

Harry promised himself that he would get fit, no matter what it took. The Dursley's may have set him up for failure, but they didn't control him anymore. However, as he looked all the way to the top, past Blaise, who was descending, he saw it only got harder as it went on. The last 30 feet barely had any holds whatsoever. Harry furrowed his brow in resilience. He didn't care, he would do it.

"Hey Harry," said Blaise, who had climbed down Harry's level. "You alright? Your face looks a little strange."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine."

Their descent down was significantly harder than their descent upward, and when they finally reached the bottom, both Harry and Blaise were glistening with sweat.

"One day, I'm going to climb this entire tree in one go," Harry exclaimed, determined.

"And I'll be right there with you, mate!" Blaise agreed.

He didn't doubt for a second that Harry was telling the truth, as he could see the determination his face held, and the fire behind his eyes.

Harry then turned around to the others, surprised to see Daphne playing with Shadow, who was in her lap.

"Harry, Shadow's so cute!" Daphne exclaimed.

"This human is good at petting," Shadow hissed.

After catching their breath, they went back to the common room, where Blaise and Harry took a shower (not together, you perv). Harry sighed as the cold water rushed against his skin, washing the sweat off. He meant what he said, about getting in shape. He had always known that he was weak and scrawny, and he had always hated, but today had shown him just how far behind he was.

After cleaning up, Harry, Blaise, Daphne, and Malfoy all went to dinner, where Harry ate something pretty healthy. Instead of mac-n-cheese, and garlic bread, he ate a salad with croutons, and some omelet. After that distasteful, yet healthy meal, they went to Astronomy. Professor Aurora Sinistra was an older woman of African descent, with a mustard colored cloak, and a hat to match.

"All right young bucks, since today is your first day, we're not going to have any assignments in particular. Just buddy up with a partner and take turns with the telescope. Get yourself acquainted with it, and jot down any observations you have."

The class rushed off in pairs to the telescopes. Harry went with Daphne, and Malfoy went with Blaise.

"You wanna go first?" Harry asked Daphne.

"Sure, thanks," she replied.

She stared out into the midnight sky. Due to Hogwarts' lack of pollution, the stars were vibrant and easily visible. She could see the craters of the moon forming a man's face. She could even see Venus, shining bright as ever, as though it was winking at her. After a while, she traded with Harry. As he put his eye to the telescope, he gasped. It was more beautiful than he could imagine. Due to the pollution, he barely ever saw any stars in Little Whinging. He could see the ethereal bluish-black sky, with all the stars seeming to twinkle at him, flickering in the night. After the class was over, they all went to bed, as it was late, and curfew was soon. As Harry put Shadow down, and closed his eyes to sleep, he could still see the beautiful midnight sky.

A.N: Hey guys, thanks so much for reading! Please Follow/Favorite, Share, and Review, it means a lot to me.

Thanks for all for the favorites and follows, I'm grateful for each and every one of you. Also, if you like the story, please review, it motivates me the most, more than anything, so please review.

Also, sorry about not really having a lot of Shadow in this chapter. I think next chapter I might do the flying class though.

So about the physical fitness thing, Harry has been malnourished his whole life. Of course he's going to be weak and scrawny as hell, so I wanted him to finally do something about it. Also, he's probably going to start lifting weights, but he's kind of young right now, so I was going to wait until 4th year. Yeah, he's going to be pretty young still, at 14, but wizards mature faster than muggles, so… lemme know what you think about the whole fitness idea.

I was doing some research on why Slytherins call each other by their last name, and apparently it's for like formality, and to show how they aren't as good of friends. But in this fic they are, so I made sure that Zabini is called Blaise, which i'm probably going to forget next chapter. The only exception to the rule is Malfoy, cuz it just feels normal for him to call everyone by their last name, like Greengrass.