How Harry Became Known As Firecracker
"Oh, ho, Feorge! It seems we got ourselves a real Firecracker in Gryffindor this year!" Fred slid next to Harry at the Gryffindor table the next morning, smirking with a damnable twinkle in his eye. George slid into the empty seat on her other side.
"Why, Gred! You seem to be absolutely right! First, snapping on the train-"
"-then again before being sorted-"
"-out of sight of Madam Hooch-"
"-and just yesterday! Yes, ma'am, you are indeed a Firecracker!"
Harry, who had not been awake enough for the older boys' shenanigans, just blinked. Staring off into the distance.
"...'m not awake enough for this..."
Absent-mindedly, the first year's fingers stroked the cracks in the table in front of her.
(Later, according to Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape, the cracks resisted repair, she'll learn. Even when they tried something called House Elf Magic. It was all very strange.)