The Entertaining Bits from the First Week of School.
Hadrian’s POV -
Hadrian woke up at 5:30 in the morning, got dressed, and sat down to read the Potions Explained: Ingredients, Chopping Methods, and More! on his bed until 7:00.
~30 minutes later~
Hadrian saw Draco stumble out of bed, and head towards the bathroom.
~20 minutes later~
Hadrian decided to move to the smaller version of the common room. He sat down and began reading.
~20 minutes later~
Hadrian watched as Blaise, Theo, Vincent, and Greg all left their rooms. The dorm was set up so there were three rooms, one for two people. They chose their rooms yesterday. The rooms were connected to a hallway. Vincent and Greg chose the room closest to the entrance of the hallway. Theo and Blaise chose the room right next to Vincent and Greg’s room, leaving Draco and Hadrian in the room farthest from the entrance of the hallway. The hallway connected to a smaller version of the main common room. The smaller version is dubbed the “first years’ common room”. The nice thing about their dorm setup was that there was a bathroom connected to each of the rooms. So every pair got a bathroom to themselves. Theo sat next to Hadrian and took out a book while Blaise started talking with Vincent and Greg about quidditch. Now we’re only waiting on Draco and the girls.
~10 minutes later~
Hadrian heard footsteps and looked up. The girls made their way out of their hallway and settled into seats in the first years’ common room.
“Draco still taking forever in the bathroom?” Pansy asked.
“Yup,” Hadrian replied before returning his attention to the book.
“How you and Theo didn’t get sorted into Ravenclaw, I’ll never know,” Tracey commented. Both Theo and Hadrian ignored her.
~5 minutes later~
“Oh, would you look what the niffler dragged in,” Blaise said. Everyone turned towards the boys’ hallway and saw Draco standing there. Hadrian stood up.
“Let’s go, we have 5 minutes to get to the Great Hall,” Hadrian said. They all followed him to the Great Hall, as he was the only one who remembered the way. It took them 7 minutes to get to the great hall.
When they reached the Great Hall, they noticed that the seats they previously held the day before were filled with what looked to be second years with only a little bit of room. Hadrian narrowed his eyes for a second, before realizing what happened. When we sat down after sorting yesterday, we sat at the end of the table because we had no official rank. Now, everyone has a rank. Since there are so many commoners, they ranked them based on age. So there’s just enough room for Daphne, Millicent, Vincent, Greg, and, Tracey. The other day, the seventh-years who were commoners were at the edge closest to the teachers. But Rowle was in the middle. Next to Rowle was Peirce, who was the Prince. Next to him and across from him were the nobles. So the King sits in the center of the table, with the Prince to his right. One High Noble sits to the left of the king and the rest of them sit across from the King. Then the Nobles sit to the left of the high nobles. The Lesser Nobles then sit to the right of the Prince. It's amazing how intricate something like seating is depending on rank. Hadrian headed toward the center of the table and sat down. Then he motioned to Draco to sit to his right and Blaise to sit to his left. Pansy and Theo quickly caught on and went to the other side of the table and sat across from Hadrian and Draco.
They all had their breakfast and went on their merry way to History of Magic. They have a ghost teaching History of Magic, one of the, if not the most important classes. Especially for muggleborns who aren’t taught all of this before Hogwarts! No wonder the old ways are dying. I wonder if anyone has tried to do anything about this. Hadrian started to think of ways to bring this up to the world’s attention. At least they had History with Hufflepuffs, so it wouldn’t be too bad. It could be worse.
After that hour of putting everyone to sleep, the group of Slytherins had a free period. They went back to their common room to do the essay that Binns (the History of Magic professor) assigned them about the start of the Goblin wars. Millicent and Daphne both chose to play exploding snap instead saying that Binns wouldn’t even bat an eye if they didn’t turn it in.
After that was Charms. Charms will be interesting, to say the least. So for some reason, whoever put together the classes, put Gryffindors with Slytherins for Transfiguration, Charms, DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts), and Potions. The four classes that had practicals where if someone screwed up, they could get hurt! I mean, who put this schedule together anyway? Are they trying to get someone killed? Hadrian and his friends headed towards the Charms classroom.
“Oh, would you look at who it is, the slimy traitor!” A voice called out from behind Hadrian and his friends.
Hadrian sighed, “You know Weasley, I'd insult you, but I'm afraid you wouldn't notice it.” Weasley snarled. Weasley was standing in front of two boys in Gryffindor uniforms.
"Somewhere, a tree is crying because it worked so hard to make that oxygen you're wasting,” Draco said.
“You-” Weasley started.
Draco cut him off, “Careful Weasley, you might lose your only brain cell thinking too hard.” Weasley snarled again in response.
"If I throw a stick, will you leave?" Hadrian asked, sick and tired of Weasley despite only being in his presence for a minute or two.
“Come on Harry, let's leave these slimy snakes!” Weasley yelled.
Blaise looked at Draco, confused. “Do you know a Harry?” Blaise asked.
“Nope. Let's head to class. I feel like I’m losing brain cells in his presence,” Draco responded before leaving with the rest of the group.
Weasley suddenly grabbed Hadrian’s arm as he was leaving. “Yeah, let's leave these mini death eaters. You know, people who worked for the people who KILLED your parents!” Weasley yelled while attempting to drag Hadrian towards him. Hadrian shook out of his grip.
“You know Weasley, you remind me of someone I’d like to forget. Now, leave. You’re unwanted here. Though I suppose you’re unwanted everywhere,” Hadrian said. Before turning around and heading towards his friends, who stopped to wait for him.
“Y-you…” Weasley started saying. Hadrian kept walking away. “*Afflicto!*” Weasley cast.
Hadrian rolled his eyes. “*Protego.*” He cast, boredly. The spell was absorbed by the shield. Hadrian and his friends left, while Weasley was turning red with anger.
“*FLIPENDO!*” He shouted.
“*Protego*” Hadrian cast while sighing. The spell dissipated against the shield. “Draco, Theo, get Professor Flitwick,” He said casually. Draco immediately scurried off to get the Professor who was probably in the charms classroom they were supposed to be getting to.
Weasley’s friends were holding him back from physically attacking Hadrian while Hadrian’s friends were seeing if he was okay.
“Guys, don’t worry, I’m fine,” Hadrian said. Eventually, Draco and Theo came back, but not with Professor Flitwick.
“Potter, why am I not surprised that you are getting in trouble already? And Weasley, Finnigan, Thomas! 100 points from Gryffindor EACH, for attacking your fellow students and detention with Flich or me for 3 months,” Professor Snape said. “Potter, 100 points for defending your fellow students. 50 points each for Malfoy and Nott, for getting me.”
“But, sir! We didn’t-“ Finnigan protested but got cut off.
“Make that 125 points,” Professor Snape said.
“But-“ he protested further.
“150 points Mr Finnigan, keep going and you’ll make it to 200,” Professor Snape said.
Finnigan snarled. “Come on, let’s just go to class,” Thomas said before practically dragging him and Weasley towards the charms classroom.
“Are you alright?” Professor Snape asked. They all nodded. “You better get going to your classes.”
They all started towards the charms class, which was interesting. Flitwick squeaked and fell when he got to Hadrian’s name. They then had an hour-long lesson on the theory of lumos. Since it was a double block, they then spent the next hour working on producing lumos. Hadrian was the first to produce a proper lumos.
“Oh, would you look at that, Mr. Peverell-Potter has got it here!” Professor Flitwick said with enthusiasm. Hadrian simply smiled in response. “Try to keep doing it until it gets easier and 5 points to Slytherin,” Professor Flitwick said before going to help other students. Hadrian kept doing it. He glanced over at where the Gryffindors were. The girl with bushy hair, Granger that's what her name is, was sneering at him. Hadrian looked back at the Slytherins suspiciously. Draco, Theo, Blasie, and Pansy should not be having such a hard time doing such a simple charm. What’s going on? I mean they could be good actors, but I’ve seen how they cast. Strange. Wait, Hadrian stared at the wands his friends were using. Hadrian’s eyes lit up. Are they using different wands than before? Why? Could it be that the wands they used in the Slytherin common room weren’t allowed? No, that doesn’t make any sense. Even then, they should still be compatible with the wands they're using otherwise it wouldn’t have chosen them. I mean it could be because they want me to feel proud of myself, but I already got the spell. But then they’re really good actors. I’ll need to ask them later. This is too suspicious not to ask them about. Hadrian kept practicing, and eventually, the rest of the Slytherins got the spells and a few Gryffindors got it as well. Somehow, Finnigan blew up something and got sent to the Hospital Wing. The class ended with an essay on the ways lumos could be used due next week. The group of friends went back to their common room to drop off their stuff before leaving to go to the Great Hall.
“Hey, Draco?” Hadrian asked, still thinking about what happened in charms.
“Yeah?” Draco responded.
“Why did it take so long for you to produce a lumos?” Hadrian asked.
“Well, um,” Draco started.
“I won’t tell anyone, I’m just curious,” Hadrian reassured.
“I have a different wand. I’m used to another one, but that one is made out of less than legal materials. If anyone saw it, they’d report me and I could be fined quite a bit of money. I’m sure you noticed that for most of our yearmates. They are all used to a different wand, so they’ll all have a hard time adjusting to their new wands. It’ll probably be like this for most of the time we’re here at Hogwarts,” Draco explained.
“Oh,” Hadrian said. They spent the rest of the day doing the essay and playing games.
~The next day~
Albus Dumbledore’s POV -
Albus was filling out paperwork when his floo lit up green, indicating a call coming through.
“ALBUS! ALBUS! CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT THAT EVIL SNAKE DID TO MY RONNIEKINS!?” One Molly Weasley screamed.
Albus sighed, sorely wishing he could spell her into silence. The frantic yelling reminded him of what happened last month.
-Flashback-
“ALBUS! ALBUS! ALBUS!” Molly Weasley screeched as she exited the floo. “THOSE EVIL CREATURES EMPTIED OUR ACCOUNTS! WE WON’T BE ABLE TO AFFORD GROCERIES OR ANYTHING MY SWEET RONNIEKINS AND GINNY WANT! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? AURTHER WON’T GET HIS PAYCHECK UNTIL NEXT WEEK! WE WON’T BE ABLE TO GET THEM SCHOOL SUPPLIES!”
Albus rubbed his forehead. “My dear, I have restarted the payments, you’ll get them tomorrow. Please stop yelling.”
“Oh, well good. I need to get Ginny this stunning dress to wear to the platform and Ron wants the new broom that's out. The nimbus something thousand. Well, goodbye, Albus!” She says cheerfully before leaving through the floo. I should ask Severus for a headache reliever.
-End of Flashback-
“Yes, my dear?” Albus asked, exhausted.
“My Ronkinns now had detention for 3 months! 3 MONTHS! You have to fix it! And it's all that freak’s fault! You said you’d make sure he was friends with my Ronkinns! And now he’s friends with those death-eaters! What are you going to do about this!? If he isn’t friends with Ron, then how will he meet Ginny? She’s been dreaming about being that freak’s wife for forever!” Molly screamed.
“Everything will work out my dear. Don’t worry,” Albus said, trying to calm Molly down.
“You better Albus! Or everything will be ruined!” She yelled before leaving through the floo. I’m aware. That brat ruined everything! How did he not go to Gryffindor? I put millions of compulsions on the silly hat! Albus stomped around his office. Maybe I should put some in his food. Yes, that’ll work perfectly.
Hadrian’s POV -
The rest of the week flew by. Before they knew it, it was Friday. Herbology was nice and a little boring. DADA or Defense against the Dark Arts was interesting with a stuttering teacher. And transfiguration was just straight-up boring. Astronomy was at least kind of fun, just staring up at the sky.
The group of friends went down for breakfast. Hadrian went to take a drink of apple juice when his ring heated up. Kreacher said that almost all of the rings had alert systems for compulsions. This must be it. I guess Dumbledore is back at his old games. Hadrian sighed and didn’t take a sip from the cup.
They all headed down to the potions classroom as soon as everyone was done. Pairing off, Draco with Hadrian, Theo with Blasie, Vincent with Greg, Millicent with Tracey, and Pansy with Daphne. The Slytherins stayed towards the front of the classroom. Eventually, the Gryffindors entered the classroom. The Slytherins ignored them. Professor Snape came into the classroom.
“You are here to learn the subtle science and the exact art of potion-making.” He started. “I don't expect you will fully understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses....I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death - if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.” - AN this is a direct quote from JK Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Professor Snape did attendance and then yelled, “Weasley! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” - AN this is a direct quote from JK Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
“Um, uh, I don’t know sir,” Weasley said after a while. Snape sneered. Hadrian saw Granger waving her hand around like a madman.
“Peverell-Potter, would you like to tell Weasley the correct answer?” He asked.
“You would get a powerful sleeping potion called the Draught of Living Death, sir,” Hadrian answered. Snape didn’t react.
“Correct, Thomas, where would you find a bezoar?” Snape asked again. Granger was once again waving her hand around like a madman.
“Um, I don’t know sir,” Thomas said, looking down in shame.
Snape sneered again. “Malfoy, would you care to enlighten us on the answer?”
“A bezoar would be found in the stomach of a goat sir,” Draco said confidently.
“Correct, Finnigan, what's the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?” He asked. Granger was now waving her hand around even more frantically than before.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Granger? She seems to know.” Finnigan said, getting a few chuckles from the Gyrffindors.
“Granger, sit down. And to answer your question, they are the same plant, also known as aconite,” Snape said while sneering at Granger. “Well, why aren’t you all writing this down? Also, 2 points from Gryffindor for cheek.” The Gryffindors started frantically writing stuff down while the Slytherins, who had things written down, chuckled at the chaos.
They then had a theory lesson on how to make a boils cure before making the potion themselves with the directions on the board. Finnigan blew up the caldron with his partner.
“Longbottom, did you not read the directions on the board? 20 points from Gryffindor. Finnigan, take him to the Hospital Wing.” Professor Snape said.
When class was over they bottled up their potion and left with an essay assigned to them due next week.
The group went to lunch and did their homework. Then went to their next class. After that, they played games and went to dinner before going back to their rooms and going to sleep.
