Chapter 11 - First day part 1

A.N. so, I took in some suggestions and actually thought back on something that I am going to change about the story, what is it?

The name of the MC.

While Femto will remain his 'true name' while he is in the abyss and for the God Hand, his name might change or not for every world he visits, so we won't have a typical western name if he ever visits eastern media or cultivation worlds for example. For western media or media that has both western and eastern names he won't change. So, basically he will have 2 or three names that he will use on rotation based on the world he goes to.

His name in the HP world will not be Harry though, that will never come back, it's another identity.

The name that he will use will be…. Roll drums… Alexander, Alexander 'Lex' Morgan.

Not a very creative name, I know, but it rolled off my tongue plus the abbreviation to Lex makes me think of Lex Luthor who, albeit a mad sociopath with some idiotic ideas, is a mortal smart enough to stand toe to toe with Superman so he gets some props.

Oh, I will also go back and slowly edit the chapters mentioning his name with the new one.

Now, onto the next chapter

Morning came quickly, much too quickly was all that was going through my mind as I opened my eyes and remembered that today was my first day of classes at Hogwarts. I rose up from my bed, grabbed my toiletries, a change of clothes and, most importantly, my wand.

Before leaving my room I checked the charms that Dip had put on the night before, he had transferred them to me so that I could maintain them until I learned and would be able to make my own.

'Nobody tried anything with the door, that's good but some people went quite close to it, that's manageable' I thought to myself.

I went outside the door and looked around, seeing that no one had woken up yet I quickly cast some detection spells, finding nothing out of the ordinary in terms of wizard magic, elf magic was different and had different ways to notice but I didn't know them yet, I was working on them at the moment.

I stepped out of the room and then turned around.

'Aha, so that's what happened' I thought as I observed the walls near my door. All around them the word 'mudblood' was written in big, green lettering.

'How quaint' I raised an eyebrow and shook my head at the thoughts of children.

'This wasn't the work of the older years, they would do something far nastier than simple scribbles, though the ones that did clearly have no eye for graffiti, I tell you'

Leaving my room behind I went to the boy's bathroom, took a shower, brushed my teeth and changed my clothes. Useful things, those showers, they had special places to put your dirty clothes in and the house elves would wash them and then deliver them to your room.

'Though I'll still check each and every piece of clothing for any magic. Constant vigilance and all. Now where does that phrase come from, it just keeps popping up in my mind, hmm'

After getting ready for today and skipping my usual morning exercises, I made my way to the common room. It was mostly empty except for two girls who were both early risers like me. It was the blonde with a comically ice cold face.

'Seriously, that stone cold facade doesn't look good at all on a girl that young' I chuckled in my mind.

With her was her ?friend?, the brown haired Slytherin that was near her even before the Sorting Ceremony. I couldn't remember their names.

'Damn me and my musings, should have paid attention to the whole thing. I believe the ol'Headmaster said something-something dangerous don't go? Eh, it's not like it will bite me in the ass later' I wrongly thought.

I chose to sit alone, away from them, not because I they treated me bad or anything, last night they were at most indifferent to my 'plight' I just wanted to see what my Slytherin bois were up to once they all came down.

Soon enough, thirty minutes had passed and my yearmates were just coming down from the boy dorms. During this time a couple of older Slytherins came down and just sat around the room, away from me, of course. I was treated with the usual sneers and looks of annoyance but I just brushed them off.

When Malfoy and his posse arrived, it was a different story. The blonde ferret came down laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl that just got away with banging the up and coming football star while poking his condom before insertion.

Crabbe and Goyle probably just laughed in order to appease Malfoy, they didn't understand much, bless them and their tiny brains.

Zabini was the same as Malfoy but much more 'dignified' while Nott was just resigned and done with this shit.

"Did you like our gift, mudblood?"

'Aaaand, cue the ferret, time for him to do something stupid'

"Oh, and what was the gift, Malfoy?" I calmly asked leaving him perplexed and probably thinking that I was an idiot or something.

Of course the whole common room looked at us because subtle and Malfoy just don't mix.

"Hahaha" he laughed as soon as his processor booted right up "Didn't I tell you guys? Mudbloods sure are stupid, he didn't even notice!"

"Notice what?" I asked.

"Your present, of course! I saw that your room walls were empty, probably due to your parents being poor, and decided to help you!" he finished his tirade with a puffed up chest.

"Damn, that was you?" I said in mock surprise.

"Yes! Hahahaha!"

Hearing his laugh I sighed and stared at him disapprovingly. He was probably used to this look now that I think back on it.

"Malfoy, you are honestly the worst Slytherin I have ever seen" I sighed once again "Admittedly, I haven't seen many but I think you're pretty much there" I shook my head.

"What do you mean, mudblood?!" he yelled in my face.

"The fact that you even have to ask, nts nts nts…" I chided him then looked around the common room.

Most of the Slytherins, especially the older ones, seemed to have gotten my meaning though they were a bit miffed that one of my poor status one upped a pure-blood.

I wasn't going to tell the ferret what he did wrong 'I mean, you are in the house of the cunning and you just admitted to everyone of your crime. Sure, you aren't going to be punished for it but what if the stakes were higher, what if it was something more important? What if a business partner's safety depended on you keeping your mouth shut and your first instinct is to goad and laugh in the victim's face?' I thought this as I went to move to another place only to be stopped by a yell.

"Answer me mudblood or my father will hear of this!" shrieked the blonde.

I stopped, frozen.

'Did he JUST say that?' I was gobsmacked.

I turned around and looked at him with a look of pure shock etched on my face. He probably thought that his threat worked and looked as smooth as a baby seal, incredibly proud of himself.

I quickly looked around the common room with a face that might as well have screamed 'Did you fuckers hear what I just heard, did he just DO that?'

The Slytherins, as if for a moment the barrier between pure-bloods and muggleborns had broken for a moment, looked down, gobsmacked and ashamed. Almost all except a few consisting of the untrained first years and some of the older ones, but none from the 4th year and up.

The looks on a girl's face shocked me though, this one from my batch looked as if stars were trying to break out of her eyes. She had only adoration for the ponce's words.

"Well, mudblood? I'm waiting" said the new 'prince' of Slytherin.

I silently went near him and put my hand on his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes and also startling the young one so much that he almost drew his wand.

"Draco, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am truly, truly sorry" I said and mentally added 'for your parents and family'

I sighed once again and then promptly left, Malfoy didn't say anything as his brain was confused by computations of such magnitude while his mooks were just being themselves but that ain't saying much. At least Zabini had the dignity of beginning to question his association with Draco.

The common hall was quiet, really quiet, at least until Farley fake-coughed and decided to end it.

"Ahem, first years, follow me. And no funny business" she said the last part while looking at me.

I rolled my eyes and she seemed to take particular offense to that. I gathered with my fellow firsties, making sure that I stayed away from Draco 'Who knows if what he's got is contagious or not'

We followed Gemma to the Great Hall and sat down for breakfast with me still isolated though I did notice that not as many people as before stood close to Malfoy.

Breakfast was a relatively quiet affair as we were among the firsts there, certainly the first House that came in almost full strength. There were some stragglers from other houses but none came in full force as Slytherin did.

'Guess that Slytherin unity is not for naught, well, except for me that is' I mused as I was eating my bacon and eggs.

Soon enough, almost everyone came down for breakfast as did the professors. I could notice that Susan, Hannah and Nym were sitting down at the Hufflepuff table. Susan and Hannah were sitting among the other first years while Nym was sitting almost alone, with just one other witch near her and separating her from the rest of her House mates.

Susan looked my way before she quickly ducked her head.

'Huh, is she pretending to not know me?' I thought to myself after noticing that she didn't even look my way once after seeing me.

No need to say that I wasn't a bit disappointed, I was but life goes on and disappointments are everywhere.

I made eye contact with Nym and she nodded in my direction with something akin to a pitying look in her eyes.

'Guess not everyone abandons you' I thought as I subtly nodded back to her, making sure that she got my message.

I looked around some more and noticed Adrian sitting with the Weasley who was gorging on his food like he was in the desert and his ancestors hadn't eaten anything solid in seven generations. Adrian was not much better though, he did eat with some manners but he ate almost as much as his friend, his chubby cheeks did not come from nowhere after all

Breakfast soon finished and the Heads of Houses went around to give out the schedules to their students. Snape glided around, no, that mf was really gliding around the students with his cloak swooshing and billowing in nonexistent wind.

'Does this guy use a charm or something in order to get that effect?' I thought as he finally came to me.

"Your schedule, Mr. Morgan" he simply drolled, handed my paper and went back to the teacher's table. Didn't take a genius to figure out that I was the last to receive the schedule.

I ignored the poor-man's Batman and checked my schedule.

'First class is potions with the Gryffs, ho boy'

Seeing that everyone was ready, Gemma motioned for us to gather around her and once we did so, led us to our first class in the dungeons.

I looked back to the hall at Susan and shook my head one more time.

Soon we arrived at the potions classroom with Gemma unceremoniously dropping us there and going off on her way. Not before intentionally bumping into my shoulder and giving me the stink eye.

We all entered the classroom, it was a gloomy thing all in all. We all noticed that we would have to sit in pairs. Draco sat with Zabini, Crabb sat with Goyle as they already shared a brain cell, George sat down near Nott and the girls all paired up with each other, leaving me alone with no partner, so I sat solo on an empty bench.

Soon enough the Gryffs poured through the door one by one and sat in pairs as well.

Professor Snape glided through the teacher's door and stopped in front of a blackboard and began reading the name roll. As he got to me I simply raised my hand and then dropped it down but when he got to Adrian he stopped and looked at the boy, as if trying to burn a hole through his skull.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few…" the professor started talking. "Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death" as he said the last words he noticed Adrian snickering at something Weasley said.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!" he then stepped closer to Potter. "Mister Potter, our new celebrity" he said with a droll. Adrian just smirked and shot him a smile, probably glad that once again, another person noticed his greatness.

Snape was not impressed.

"Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" I could see Hermione's hand raised highly in the air. None of the Slytherin's raised theirs even if some might know the answer, they knew that if Snape singled someone out he didn't want you to interfere.

"Dunno, probably mush" answered the guy with a shrug and I swore that I could see Snape's eye twitch.

"Wrong. Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

"Pfft, probably in your cabinet" he said with yet another shrug and a smug smirk.

"Wrong once again Mr. Potter and minus 10 points for your cheek. Again, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Look, I don't know, let's get on with this" said Adrian with a bored expression as he rolled his eyes.

"And another 15 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter" I could see that Snape was trying to remain calm but the vein on his head was threatening to pop.

"You can't do that!" shouted Adrian.

"But I can, and look at that, another 20 points from Gryffindor" Snape said and I could see that the greasy bat was enjoying this. (AN this is an AU Snape that moved on in his life from his obsession like a grown up should do. Doesn't mean that he doesn't harbor a dislike for all things Potter, he does, but not to the insane heights as he did in the books)

'I swear I almost saw the bat muttering under his breath that he could do this all day' I unwillingly let out a chuckle as I thought of this.

Snape noticed my chuckle and swerved, the mf swerved! Towards me.

"Is something funny, Mr. Morgan?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Apologies, sir, it's just.." I said and pointed at Potter as I didn't want to ruin the teach's game of messing with the kid if I pointed that out.

"Well, maybe you could answer them and show Mr. Potter the way" he said to me and I could practically feel his need for me knowing this shit so that he could further humiliate the boy.

"Of course, sir. Well, for your first question the answer is the potion called Draught of the Living Dead. The second answer is a goat's stomach. As for the third, there is no difference, they are the same plant, also called wolfsbane" I promptly answered.

"10 points to Slytherin. See, Mr. Potter? This is how a student behaves" Snape said and the Slytherins openly snickered, this time not bothering to hide or contain their feelings.

"That's not fair! How are we supposed to know this? How do YOU know it?" he yelled the last question while pointing at me.

'My oh my, 'brother', do I detect blood supremacy in thee?' I thought while outwards I answered him before Snape could.

"I know how to read, Potter" cue another snicker from the Slytherins 'These guys would make excellent laugh track artists'

"YOU!" he yelled.

"Me?"

"YO-"

"Silence!" Snape decided to intervene "You just lost your house another 10 points, Mr. Potter. Mr Morgan, 5 points to Slytherin for maintaining your calm in a stressful situation"

'Now I know this mf just playin with Potter. Though I wonder why'

Potter seemed to want to grace us with another outburst until he was silenced by Hermione putting her hand on his mouth, probably afraid of his mouth losing them more points, she seemed a stickler for that kind of stuff.

The rest of the lesson proceeded smoothly from me, I didn't have any experience making potions but I knew how to read a recipe and how to follow instructions so I did a pretty decent job at it, especially since I didn't have a partner to help me. Snape seemed to notice my good efforts so I left the class with another 5 points added to the Slytherin total.

The class ended at 11:35 and we had a free period until 1:40 PM with the only interesting thing being lunch. After class, the Snake Collective headed to the Great Hall, this time being led by a 6th year prefect that only looked at me with superiority but not outright damn hatred like Gemma. All in all, the trip was fairly uneventful.

Lunch was the same as breakfast only this time we were left to explore the castle as a group. We had to be back at 1:20 PM in the Hall as another prefect would pick us up and get us to the next class, History of Magic.

Having 'no other choice' I was left to explore the castle with my fellow firsties. Draco and the boys were leading the group, followed by the girls who just went along with the line finishing at lil' ol me some distance away from them.

Draco and the boys were whispering in front about one thing or another. I could guess that it wasn't good from the worried looks that the brown haired friend of the Ice girl kept shooting me.

We went around the castle with nothing else of interest happening, only stopping to rest in a classroom where everyone took out their books to read ahead. Well, something did happen when we were back at the Great Hall where Nott bumped into me.

'Well, well, well, ain't this sweet' I thought to myself as I clutched a piece of parchment that he stealthily left in my hand.

I entered the hall and sat at my spot and, as I was eating, I looked at Nott's message.

'Careful, after class, idiots, plan' I chuckled as I looked at the hastily scribbled message, keeping this favor in mind even though I knew Malfoy was planning something.

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AN. 3k words so I'm breaking this chapter in 2 parts. Such shit happens when you're introducing everything.

Btw, pls dont cry about Snape not being a vengeful prick as in this fic he is a guy brought against his will to teach a bunch of children that know nothing of potions. He knows that he is a brilliant potionner but he also knows that he has no patience or anything of the sort when it comes to teaching people that don't know the art.

He might actually enjoy teaching and speaking with people that actually know what he is talking about but he knows that he won't find any among first years.

So, in this fic, he doesn't care and teaches just the way he wants, hoping against hope that someone would open his eyes to how horrible his teaching is and get Dumbledore to fire him.

Sadly, wizards ain't got that.