Chapter 61 : The Wizarding Chronicles
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Would it help if you looked into my heart?" He asked in the mental equivalent of a small voice. No matter what House he was fit for, he was going to be a Hatstall, he could just see it coming.
"Would you let me look into your heart, young one?" The Hat asked seriously.
"I have a lot of things to hide, but not in my heart." Harry answered decisively, feeling brave all of the sudden. The Hat chuckled.
"I can only see inside your head, but even if I could look into your heart I believe wouldn't need to. It takes great courage -the greatest courage perhaps- to allow someone entrance in your heart Harry. And since your mind fits all, your heart will find its home in… GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word and Harry smiled; so did Severus, even if ever so slightly. He quite enjoyed being right.
"Well done, bro!" Adrian offered patting his younger brother on the back once, smiling happily. The green eyed wizard smiled back; all was well -with Ron being sorted to Gryffindor too- and, at last, his time at Hogwarts could begin. He hadn't realized just how starved he was so, after the sorting was over and Dumbledore made his version of a welcoming speech, he surprised himself with pilling food on his plate and proceeding to eat every last bite, chasing it down with a slice of treacle tart and -of course- some chocolate soufflé.
The jovial atmosphere of the feast was somewhat dimmed at the grave warning from Dumbledore that the students weren't to approach the third floor corridor on the right-hand if they didn't want to die a painful death. Whispers travelled around the Great Hall once again and Harry's mind swiftly started making up scenarios of any shape and form. The only reason Dumbledore wouldn't allow students to enter a part of the school, would be if something was being guarded at Hogwarts which was, after all, the safest location in the country, beating even Gringotts. But what had to be guarded in a way that might endanger the students? What could be so important? His clouded mind barely noted that he was missing something, that there was a connection he wasn't making while he should, but he was far to tired to push further.
He just followed Percy -who had been made a prefect and was obviously proud of it- to the Gryffindor tower not needing to memorize the path there since, even if he hadn't spent so much time at the castle, the tales he had heard in the Potter manor had painted an almost perfect picture of where the lions' common room was. Harry smiled as he laid eyes on the famous painting of the Fat Lady and just stumbled in and straight to his bed. He did try and clear his mind a bit while brushing his teeth but only managed to do the basic work required for Occlumency as he felt almost ready to drop down and sleep on the floor.
The next morning Harry and Adrian received congratulatory letters from their parents and godparents for being sorted into Gryffindor –"How did they find out so soon?" Adrian had wondered out loud. Harry was sure Prongs or Padfoot had asked Dumbledore the same night of the ceremony- and the green eyed wizard had also received an unsigned note, written in a precise cursive hand he would recognize everywhere, that simply stated;
Harry stole a look towards the potions master with a smile, holding his laughter and quickly concealing the note before anyone could see it. Whispers concerning his brother followed them around all day making Adrian blush slightly but Harry was unconcerned; he simply wanted the classes to begin. As much as he wanted to help his brother, it felt good to be able to achieve something for himself and be recognized for his efforts plus, he wanted to make Severus proud.
First lesson of term was Herbology and the first years found themselves heading towards the greenhouses -specifically greenhouse one- where professor Sprout did her best to teach them how to recognize fungi and herbs. Harry, who had already covered a lot of ground in Herbology thanks to the greenhouses both in the Flamels' and Severus's castles greenhouses, was able to recognize them all and add a few extra things for their uses -nothing too much so that it wouldn't be on the book's footnotes but just enough- surprising the professor and gaining Gryffindor fifteen points all by himself. Adrian congratulated him and Hermione tried to corner him for some questioning on the extra tidbits of information he had provided and Harry had to swiftly dodge her and head towards the next class.
He was completely disappointed with his History of Magic class as professor Binns, who was a ghost, made no point to gain his students' interest. Harry tried to take notes but he soon found it to be a useless task; Severus had already taught him all there was to know -or at least all he needed to know- about goblin wars and he hadn't bored him halfway to death while doing so!
Another disappointment had been Defense Against the Dark Arts, a lesson Harry had anticipated, wanting to see how he would react in a proper duel since he wasn't up to Severus' level to have one yet. The whole classroom smelled of garlic and professor Quirrell seemed terrified of his own subject.
Charms had been an amusing lesson; they hadn't started their spellwork as of yet, but professor Flitwick had fallen off his chair -or rather the books on the chair on which he was standing on- while calling Adrian's name during roll call. Harry had to stifle his laughter as he hid behind his book while Adrian turned beet red. Astronomy had been a breeze and professor Sinistra was utterly pleased with Harry's knowledge on the subject; his classmates had been equally pleased for the points he got for Gryffindor. Hermione had gone as much as to ask him how come he wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw. Harry had just shrugged and pointed out that her statement was like the pot calling the kettle black; she had simply smiled at that and turned her attention into finding the correct path to the dormitory.
The first transfiguration lesson had been an interesting experience; Professor McGonagall made it quite clear that she would take no nonsense in her class, giving them a talking-to the moment the lesson started. She then proceeded to transform the desk into a pig and back again, making the whole class -including Harry who always loved seeing transformations- gasp. She then gave them the task to turn a match into a needle. Harry pretended reading through the theory for a few minutes while his classmates tried their hand at the incantation -mostly unsuccessfully though Adrian had already turned his match pointy- and then waved his wand confidently and transformed his match into a perfect needle. Professor McGonagall stopped her rounds around the class and approached his desk, picking up the needle and showing it to the whole class, rewarding Harry with an unusually warm smile.
"Well done, Mr. Potter." She stated regarding him with smart eyes behind her glasses. "Have you tried the spell before?" In every truth, Harry hadn't used the exact spell as Severus had started his training with turning small pebbles into buttons before advancing to more complicated incantations.
"No professor, but I have read through the theory; I've done some research with my Dad's books too." The green eyed wizard added thinking of Severus's castle's vast library.
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