Arrival
September 2, 1993 12:43 PM
Harry held on to the portkey, along with about 10 other people. This is how Hogwarts decided to get to America. Fun.
He felt the familiar pull and tug on his insides,
and he and Ron and most Slytherins landed smoothly on their feet, as they were all accustomed to portkeys as transportation.
He helped about 4 people up, and when he looked up, he noticed they were in a big, open room, and there were a bunch of muggles staring at them.
"You'd think Professor Dumbledore would come up with some better way to get to a muggle school instead of appearing out of nowhere- woah." Ron says, stopping in his rant when he noticed all the people.
There was some more cracks before the rest of Hogwarts arrived. Harry flattened his robes out of habit, then walked over to a random muggle, he was older, and looked like the Headmaster of the school. "Harry Potter, heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Pleasure to meet you." He said.
"Mr. Potter, are you that desperate for attention? Go back to your housemates, you intarticulate bumble." Professor Snape snaps. (Hehe snape snap)
The 13-year-old dramatically placed a hand on his heart, saying "You wound me professor" while walking away. Snape simply sneered at him.
0•^•0
After Dumbledore introduced the school, no not the people just the school, to the muggles the students were free to do whatever teenager and pre-teen wizards do.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron decided to go to the schoolyard, where most of the muggles were. Harry flattened his dark maroon robes. For some reason, the students didn't have to wear their school robes, but they were requested to wear at least a robe to help the teachers know if they were a Hogwarts student or not.
"Now, you two need to have some friends other than I and your parents for once." Hermione says. "Merlin Hermione, that one went straight through the heart." Ron said, clutching his chest, and Harry dramatically put a hand on his forehead.
"You're talking first." Harry said to Hermione. She had more experience with muggles anyways.
"Hello." Hermione says, catching the attention of a group of the muggles, who looked around their age. "Whats up?" A boy said. He looked like his name would be Jeremy, Harry thought.
"Well, these two dimbos need to talk to someone other than each other and their family, so I was wondering if you guys would like to be friends?" Hermione asked.
"I am not a dimbo, Hermione, that's insulting." Harry whined.
Hermione ingnored him. "Anyways, I'm Hermione Granger." She said, and the muggles introduced themselves.
"Cody"
"Christi"
"Sadie"
"Jeremy."
Aha, so he is a Jeremy! Harry inwardly fist pumped.
"Harry Potter, the most handsome Hogwarts student, and certified prankster, pleased to meet you."
"Ronald, or Ron, Weasley, second most handsome Hogwarts student, and best food eater, pleased to meet you."
Harry and Ron looked proud of their greeting to the muggles, the muggles were just confused, and Hermione began to understand why the two boys have no friends.
0•^•0
September 3, 7:55 AM
Harry was walking to his first class, English. He was confused because he himself was English, so why does one have to learn it?
He was wearing dark blue robes with gold lining. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a habit he picked up from his father, and flattened his robes.
He was walking for about 7 minutes when he finally found it. 8th grade English. He took a deep breath, and prepared himself.
He walked in, and looked around. He saw a lady that looked to be a teacher so he walked up to her.
"Hello m'lady, is this Professor Lingel's English class?" Harry asked.
"Yes sir it is. You can call me Mrs. Lingel, there's no need for that professor business. Why don't you go sit over there with Jackson? Jackson raise your hand!"
A boy with brown hair and hazel eyes raised his hand, and Harry moved to go sit by him.
"Hello. My name's Harry, you're Jackson I assume?"
"Nah. I'm Micheal." At this, a boy who Harry could only assume to be Micheal looked up. "Yeah?" He asked. "Nothing, this kid's just asking dumb questions."
"That's insulting! My questions are not dumb. I in-fact think they are very logical." Said Harry, while sticking his nose in the air. "Oh, what are you doing here 'Mione?" Harry asked when he saw Hermione in the doorway.
"The bafoon that is Mr. Filch gave me Parkinson's schedule. I got my own back, and it turns out I have English first period." She answered, going to an empty desk. Harry automatically moved to sit beside her, as the desks were in pairs.
"Thank Merlin you're here , 'Mione I could've died in here. Though, I think I have got some attention, with my irresistible good looks." Harry says, nodding his head in the direction of a few girls who were staring at him with heart eyes.
"Guess you would know all about getting girls, wouldn't you, Potter? Much like your father you are, he too went back and forth between the students when he was a teen." Snape said, suddenly appearing from behind him.
"Sweet Merlin's balls, when did he get here?" Harry muttered under his breath.
"Snape are you sure you aren't just jealous because nobody wanted to grab that exceedingly greasy hair of yours in the broom cuboards? Or your abnormally large nose was in the way of kissin-"
Harry was cut off by Hermione's hand on his mouth and a 'Harry!' from said girl, and he looked at Snape's face to see him fuming.
"Detention in my office at 7 tonight, Mr.Potter. And its Professor Snape. You, sir, could do well to remember that." Snape said.
"Theres no need to call me sir, professor." Harry paused for a second after saying that, and then continued. "Your office? We are not in Hogwarts professor, so how would I get to your office?"
Snape glared at Harry, then said, "We have made a hallway that leads directly to the teacher's offices and your common rooms, if you must know. I will repeat myself again, Potter. Detention. At. 7."
Harry was trying to keep a smile off his face, and simply said "Yes Professor Snape" in a sarcastic tone.
The students who didn't go to Hogwarts simply gaped at him. Harry ignored this and just grabbed his ink and quill.
"Harry, you are supposed to use this." Hermione said, holding up a pencil. "The paper they use isn't parchment, and the ink will bleed through."
Harry took the pencil and stared at it. "What's this?"
"Harry, that's a pencil, it's like a muggle quill."
"Then where's the ink?"
"It's in the pencil Harry."
"In it? How do you write if the ink is on the inside?"
Hermione sighed. She knew there would be a lot of this this year. "Harry, you see that grey part?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"That's called led. It's what the muggles use in their pencils."
"Oh, how to you write with led?"
"Like this." Hermione grabbed her own pencil and demonstrated by writing her name.
Harry picked up the pencil with a determined look, and harshly shoved the pencil down, making a hole in the paper and breaking the pencil led in the process.
"Well, um, that didn't work.."
"Harry, you don't press down that hard with it. Try writing with it like a quill."
"But it's thicker than a quill, how do you expect me to hold it?!"
Hermione responded by putting another pencil in his hand and adjusting his fingers around it. "Now try." She said.
Harry tried again, and managed to almost write his name, but the led broke while he was writing the 'r' in 'Potter'. He sighed in frustration. "How do you guys do this?" He asked, turning towards the muggle students who looked amused at his attempts.
Hermione got out a weird plastic thing, and sharpened the pencil. She gave it to Harry. "Try again, and this time try to write it lighter. The led is breaking because you are pressing down to hard."
Harry tried again, and finally managed to write his name is neat cursive. "'Mione look I did it!" he exclaimed, shoving the paper in her face in excitement.
Then, a drawling voice called out from behind them, "Potter, are you really that stoked that you are able to write your own name with a piece of wood? If my father hea-" "Shove off Malfoy, you're just jealous that you aren't as talented and pretty as me." Malfoy looked offended at this, and responded with, "My father will hear about this! I use the best of the best Hair products, and I am absolutely flawless. You, on the other hand, could have a whole family of owls in your hair."
Harry sputtered at that. "Well-Well, you-" "Boys, boys, let's calm down, shall we? Do I need to move you two?" Mrs. Lingel asks, and Hermione responds with, "I'm sorry miss. They do this all the time. Dunderheads, the two of them." Harry and Draco both looked offended at this.
The muggles in the class were watching on with silent giggles. Harry huffed at the same time as Draco, and the two boys instantly looked at each other and glared.
"Shut it, Malfoy,"
"No."
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"N-"
"Boys!" They were cut off by the teacher and Hermione slapped Harry's arm. Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco. "You two, stop this fighting right now. I was told that your school has a point system, do I need to take away points?" Mrs. Lingel asked, and Harry quickly shook his head with wide eyes, "Please, don't take away points!"
Mrs. Lingel just shook her head and walked away. She then began teaching.
0•^•0
"That was terrible! The teacher made us introduce ourselves and everything! I hated it!" Ranted Ron, when they met up after first period.
"My teacher threatened to take away points from Gryffindor when Malfoy was the one being a prat! It was unbelievable!" Harry said, and Hermione shook her head in disappointment.
"Why don't we get to second period. You two have it together. " Hermione said, and Harry and Ron groaned. Hermione was the one telling the boys their schedule because the two males could not keep up with it.
"But Hermione, we need you!" Ron whined, and Harry nodded. "Oh, you two, shut it and go to class. Third period is a free period before lunchtime so we can meet up in the schoolyard. Don't get in trouble, and Harry remember what I taught you. Have fun in math!"