Chapter - 7 : Unwelcome Encounters part - 3

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Wow, I must have been in really deep thought to have missed them being sorted, Harry thought as Ron Weasley was called.

Harry's eyes snapped to his new friend, silently hoping he would be sorted into Gryffindor.

He was. Harry happily joined in the cheering as an embarrassed Ron came to the table and sat beside him.

Soon after that, the sorting hat was put away, and Dumbledore stood up.

"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin out banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwits! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

"Thank you."

Food appeared on the table, and conversation spread across all of the tables.

Harry was enjoying his food, and listening to those around him talk about things from getting their letters to how their families were. That was when he felt the same uneasy feeling of being watched he had experienced in The Leaky Cauldron.

He focused himself as he looked to the source to find Professor Quirrell just beginning to turn his eyes away from him…that was when it hit, and hit hard.

He gasped, slamming his palm onto his forehead as he bowed his head, trying to banish the pain. From someone watching, by the position of his hand, it looked as if he had gotten a stab of pain somewhere and was trying to collect himself, instead of displaying exactly what was hurting.

"Blimey, Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked.

The pain vanished, leaving only a strain of queasiness.

"I bit my tongue, I'm good now."

"You need to be more careful, you're going to need to talk right when you start saying spells," Hermione warned gently.

He went back to eating, his mind made up about Quirrell. Harry was going to be cautious around him, even more so than that black haired fellow.

"Uh, Percy?" he asked, having heard his name when the twins were teasing him earlier about something.

"Yes, Harry?" Percy asked, a little too enthusiastically.

"Who's that teacher sitting beside Professor Quirrell?"

"Ah, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to—everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."

Why am I not surprised…Harry sarcastically thought.

The dinner ended, and after some disturbing words from the Headmaster about not going to the third floor corridor, they were led to their House Dormitories.

Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus shared the dorm room with him. Stepping into the room, Harry got an odd sense of déjà vu as, in his mind's eye, the room shifted slightly, and instead of red curtains around the beds, they were velvet green. He felt a feeling of belonging and strong purpose overtake him for a moment, before shaking himself slightly, and once again seeing red Gryffindor curtains.

Harry lay awake for a time before going to sleep. His mind was buzzing with everything he had seen that day, and having learned that Voldemort was once a student, and had been in Slytherin, was troubling. And then that memory he had had that the hat apparently had also seen, was cause for serious alarm.

Was he seeing Voldemort's earlier days in Hogwarts? And before he had turned dark?

It was definitely a scary thought. He might one day see what caused Voldemort to turn, if the Slytherin boy wasn't already at this time in his memories…

And why was he seeing these 'memories'? Was it from that night? It would have to be. Though, could it be possible that he had more than one set of memories? Could he have some from two different people, not counting himself?

Upon some thought about that, he decided no, not after everything he had just learned. The memory of the boy going into Slytherin was too much of a coincidence…

He sighed, deciding to just take things as they came, and turned over, going to sleep.

Harry slept well that night, to his utter relief, and woke up just in time to head to his first class.

All along the way, Ron and Neville on either side of him, Harry was conscious of the stares and excited whispers.

Ron and Neville helped ease the stares by glaring back at the rudely curious, and reminded Harry to ignore them, though Ron did more of the glaring portion.

In Herbology, Harry and the others quickly discovered it was Neville's favorite class, despite never answering any questions.

In History of Magic, Harry found himself phasing out, and what was worse, was that he sometimes had to endure two lessons in one day—one from memories, and the other in reality. Parts of it were sometimes interesting, considering that it seemed that Professor Binns had a better memory in those yesteryears, but more often than not, it was dead boring, no pun intended.

Charms was nice, and the spells came to him fairly easily, usually only needing to be repeated a few times before working right, but that was partly due to the fact he had memory of how to do them correctly…

He helped Ron and Neville a few times, Hermione watching on curiously. Harry in turn, listened to Neville in Herbology, since he had this amazing knack for plants.

In Transfiguration, they went right into it, and Harry was thankful for the reading he had done that week before school. When they had been told to turn a match into a needle, Hermione was the only one who made any progress, well, towards a needle anyways…

Harry must have done something seriously wrong, because his match wiggled. Harry could have sworn he saw the start of a silver snake being made, and that scared him. He blinked, and at that, the match exploded.

"You're putting too much power into it, Potter. Ease back a bit, but remember later, that amount of power will be needed in harder transfigurations. Here's another match, try again, look at Ms. Granger's match, she made a nice start."

Finally, probably the only class he was consciously dreading, Defense Against the Dark Arts, came. It wasn't the subject; it was the professor. Harry was relieved when he got the bits of memories that came to him concerning this class, seeing it from the boy's point of view, a group of Slytherins really learning about spells and curses, instead of being bored out of his mind while drowning in the smell of garlic.

From the memories, he had quickly learned that the boy's name was Tom Riddle. He stored that knowledge away, mildly surprised that such a common, simple kind of name was Voldemort's real one, though, that was assuming his assumption was correct.

He was shaken out of his daze by Ron.

"You look just as bored as I feel. Come on, Common Room," he said.

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