One where they just get settled.
It looked like it was going to be a great day, I could see some hippogryphs flying in the distance. The scene looked absolutely fantastic in the morning light. I was already dressed and ready for the day so I turned to Harry, who was still sleeping. “Come on, get up” I said, hitting him with a pillow.
“I’m up, I’m up!” came Harry's voice from under the blanket as he tried to hide from the pillow.
When he was sufficiently awake I threw the pillow back on my bed and started walking out “I’m going for breakfast, don’t be late!” I shouted and opened the door. I was almost out when Ron screamed from his bed “Go away!” his voice was muffled by his pillow.
Sam…..FINISH HIM!!
Pulling out my wand i pointed it at him. “Augmanti!” and suddenly a torrent of water stream shot out of my wand, the pressure was so high it almost threw him of the bed
“AAGGHH!! Stop! Stop!” he screamed once he got enough air in his lungs. FATALITY And after that I just laughed and walked into the common room where Hermione was reading some kind of book. So I went to sit beside her while I kicked up my feet on the table.
“Top of the mornin’ to ya lass! What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you both.” she said, closing the book and putting it in her bag.
“Hmm, well, Harry will take a few more minutes, let's go.” and with that both of us started walking towards the great hall for breakfast, when we entered the hall we saw a few people who were still trying to chase away the sleep from their eyes.
“A steaming cup of tea Nitwit.” I called for my tea which was produced in front of me in a few seconds. While eating breakfast we talked about everything that we’ve seen in the morning, it was during that time when Tabby came to give us our timetables.
“Mr. Fall, Ms. Granger. Here are your timetables,” looking through them, I could see that they were manageable, but double potions was something I really wasn’t looking for. “Where are your dorm mates?” McGonagall asked us a few seconds later, their were only a few Gryffindor students in the hall, specifically the older students
“They’re up, getting ready for the day I think.” I said with a small chuckle remembering Ron's predicament.
“Same professor.” Hermione said looking at me with narrowed eyes, obviously she knew that I did something, to be honest i think McGonagall did too, “Well, that’s good.” and with that she left for the head table.
A few seconds later Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus came in and sat around us, they all started eating while Ron was glaring at me as if I kicked his pet rat.”
“Sorry bro,” I said with a small apologetic smile which even he knew I didn't mean, but instead of saying anything he just gave a big sigh and started eating.
“Please don’t ever do that again.” he said with full mouth after a few seconds, to which I just gave a small smile and laughed “No promises” and with that finished my tea and started waiting for everyone else to get over with their breakfast.
“Come on, let’s go.”
And thus began our day, we went to McGonagall's class first and there we saw her perched up on the table in her cat form, she was watching us all with sharp eyes, Hermione instantly recognised her but didn’t say or do anything more than just a nod.
Hey, what do you think your Animagus form will be?
‘I don’t know, probably a coyote, or a fox.’
what about a phoenix?! You could be a phoenix! You know, getting reborn and all that what do you think mage?
I don’t know actually, it’s something that you have to find yourself. There's a ritual you can do, or the whole mandrake process you can follow.
‘How about we start working on our form later, i can see Minnie is staring at me pretty hard’
After that all of us went to sit in front of the class and after a few more minutes she transformed back and started her lecture about transfiguration, she demonstrated everything she was telling us about by transfiguring her surroundings like she turned her quills into butterflies, she also turned her table into a pig and then back into the table. After half an hour she conjured matchsticks in front of us all and then told us to try and turn them into needles. Harry, Hermione and I were the first ones who were able to turn the matchsticks. By the end of the class few others were able to turn the material or shape of the stick.
And that was how our first few days were spent, exploring the castle and attending classes, during this time I was also having a bit of fun of my own by creating illusions and playing modern music in the common room. Finally Friday came and we were all sitting in the great hall eating our breakfast. Ron was telling us all about Snape and how bad he was, when Hedwig came with Gabriel to the hall with a note in her beak. Hedwig gently landed in front of him and dropped the note for Harry to read, Gabriel however landed hard on my shoulder and clamped tightly with his claws. For some reason my bird treated everyone as if they were glass sculptures except for me. He treated me like I personally offended her ancestors somehow, after reading the note Harry showed to us and just as I remembered it was an invitation from Hagrid. After quickly writing a reply he sent it with Hagrid who took off with Gabriel behind her. Sometimes I wonder why he’s even with me.
After a few minutes we all went to the dungeons where the class will take place. Once we all were settled in his class, Snape came in with his cape billowing behind him.
Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry’s name.
“Ah, yes,” he said softly, “Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity.” Nott and Zabini sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid’s, but they had none of Hagrid’s warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. “You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making,” he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. “As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really 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, even stopper death — if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.” More silence followed this little speech.
Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows.
“Potter!” said Snape suddenly. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” Harry glanced at Ron, and began “Asphodel and wormwood make a very powerful sleeping potion, it is known as the Draught of Living Death, sir,” said Harry.
Snape’s lips curled into a sneer. “Let’s try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?” without skipping a beat Harry smiled and answered “from the stomach of a goat, sir.”
Now Snape looked absolutely mad, but he was doing a very commendable job at controlling his emotions. Suddenly he turned to Ron and snarled at him “What is the difference, Weasley, between monkshood and wolfsbane?” At this, Hermione gently raised her hand, but Snape ignored her. “I don’t know,” said Ron. “I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you try her?” A few people laughed, Snape, however, was not pleased. “Put your hand down,” he snapped at Hermione, who just gave him an unimpressed raised eyebrow but she put her hand down.
“For your information, they’re both the same. Well? Why aren’t you all copying that down?” Snape screamed. There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, “And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Weasley.”
After that snape paired us all into pairs and told us to follow the recipe on the black board, it was a simple potion for curing boils, something that harry and I can make in our sleep at this point so we both began with a practised ease, I was working very well with Parvati Patel, we were just waiting for the potion to reach optimal heat when I saw Neville was about to add quills without taking cauldron off the heat. “Wait! Take it off the heat first.” I shouted which caused him to freeze for a moment but then he looked at the board and understood what I was talking about.
“Fall! Five points from Gryffindor for disturbing the class!” suddenly snape bellowed from the front of the class and walked over to Neville’s cauldron, and started examining it
Okay now i understand why you guys hate this bitch,
Finally, like I said, he’s an extremely bad teacher, he’s a pretty good potion master, but a teacher? Please
“Whatever” I said under my breath, which of course Snape heard
“What was that?” he asked rounding up at me
“Whatever” I repeated loudly, I only saw his eye twitch a bit but after taking another point from me he walked away.
“I don’t think you should antagonize him so much.” Parvati whispered to me to which i just gave a light chuckle
“My dear I’m just starting,”
After the class we all walked out of the class when Harry turned towards us and asked “Hey guys, I'm going to go and meet Hagrid. Would you all like to come?” Ron and Hermione agreed easily.
“You should go, meet him. He knew your parents pretty well.” I told him with a small smile and he suddenly got very excited “Oh, alright. Are you not coming?”
“Oh, I'm gonna explore for a bit, take in the sights.” I waved them away and started walking towards the astronomy tower. No one was there at this time so I just dropped my stuff on the ground and conjured a chair and silently watched the setting sun. In the distance I could see the clouds approaching fast. I was just about to leave when I felt a presence approach me, a powerful presence.
Headmaster silently came to stand beside me
“Cass, how are you finding Hogwarts my boy?” he asked with a smile, and I returned it with a cheery one of my own. “Absolutely fantastic!” I told him conjuring a chair for him too “I love the gothic architecture of the entire castle, plus the view is fucking amazing!” I said pointing to the Scottish landscape in front of us.
“Language” I said but there was no heat behind it,
“The only problem here is the bloody weather” I said
“Weather?”
“Yes! It’s like God made a brilliant masterpiece complete with amazing wildlife, terrain, and such a rich history. And then completely destroyed it with a weather that can’t stay in a single state for more than a few hours! Oh look, it's sunny today! You blink and suddenly it’s raining like it’s the second great flood!” I told him pointing to the clouds that were approaching really fast.
“Can’t really disagree with the sentiment.”
“Anyways, we have a lot to talk about.”
“My door is always open.” he said with a small smile
“Let’s tackle this after the Halloween,”
“Sure. Also Cass, welcome back.” with that he stood up to leave while vanishing his chair.
“Thanks.”
“By the way albus, I have a question.” he stopped and turned back towards me with curiosity on his face “you use to wear some amazing three piece suites,”
“When I was deputy headmaster, yes.” he replied with a smile as if remembering it now
“What happened?”
“What, don't you like it?” he asked with mock offence while looking at his own robes, which were very sparkly bright blue
“It’s eye watering! To say the least.” I said with a laugh, which he returned easily.
“My clothes are one thing that no one ever forced on me.” he said after a few seconds, but it was not something I was expecting at all. Looking at my confused expression he elaborated “All of my positions, The Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, they are all forced on me. I never asked for them. But these robes are mine, something just for myself. I think I can be a bit selfish every now and then.”
“Of course you can.” I said with an understanding smile “what about being a Headmaster?”
“Oh it is a privilege to be among you all. But I miss teaching.”
“You’re a good man albus, please don’t ever buy into the greater good foolishness. It will leave you with nothing but regrets.” with that I left him alone and started walking towards Gryffindor common room.