So I'm Part.... Dragon??

Bad. This was very very bad. Harry was running twenty minutes late to breakfast, which left maybe 15 minutes to eat and get to his first class of the year. Granted, he wasn't very hungry, but Hermione would kill him if he didn't eat something. Honestly, Harry was beginning to worry that she had an inkling of what went on over the summers. Not that he had tried very hard to hide it if he was being fair though. Hell, Ron, George, and Fred had to pull bars off his window in second year. It had kinda hurt when no further questions had came from that, and when Mrs Weasley hadn't believed them. But what had he been expecting? Adults never listened, and he had learned not to trust them very early on. Besides, why would they care? 

Once down in the Great Hall, he rushed to his table, and to the seat his friends had saved for him, his heart warming slightly. It was nice to feel... wanted, he supposed. Hermione frowned, pausing in the middle of her conversation with Ginny, to shove a plate with toast, eggs, and apple slices at him. He grinned sheepishly as he took it, thanking her before tucking into the food. This did almost confirm that Hermione suspected something though, as she hadn't even filled the plate, giving him just enough to feel full, but not to much he had to force himself to keep eating. Harry shoved that thought away. It was too early and he was too tired to deal with a panic attack right now. He could do that later tonight, in his room. 

Then they were all rushing off to different classes. Harry was just glad that he had at least one friend in most classes. First up was, and he thought this with extreme contempt, math. Who in the ever loving fuck decided to put math at 8:00 in the morning? He just wanted to know. Harry sighed. At least he had Hermione in this class. He remembered math from grade school, and while he never liked it, he did remember he didn't suck at it, so that was something too...

Once they reached the classroom, Hermione dragged him to seats in the front row, which c'mon Hermione, seriously? The rest of the class trickled in as well, a good mix of each house,  though only 6th years, and a few minutes later the professor strolled in.

A heavier set man, with a graying head and beard, and a stern facial set. When he reached the front of the room, he stood there silently and waited for them to quiet down. Once ready, he waved his wand, which promptly made words appear on the board. "Hello class. I am Professor Witherman, and as you all are probably aware, this is your math class. Today we won't be doing much, just going over class rules, expectations, and schedule." He turned back to the board.

Harry sighed and dropped his head to the table. Hermione on the other hand, looked absolutely delighted. Today was already a long day.

Finally! Lunch! Harry practically sprinted out of his last class, charms, with Seamus right on his heals. He wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, still mostly full from breakfast, but it got him an hour of free time with his friends. Well, except Ginny and Luna as each year had a different lunch hour.

Seamus and him had a full on race down to the Great Hall, laughing and tripping the entire way. Several times the almost knocked over younger years, to which the both yelled apologies as they barreled on. Finally, the reached their destination, sweaty and out of breath, with Harry having of won by a good 15 seconds. Sometimes, coming into a magical inheritance out of fuck knows where had an upside. Mostly downsides though. 

They continued to shove and tease eachother on the way to 'their spot' of the table. Dean, Hermione, and Neville were already sitting, all of who had exasperated smiles and were rolling eyes at them, which rude, but probably granted.

Harry shoved himself between Hermione and Neville. Well, he says shoved, more like walked towards the other side of Neville, was grabbed by Hermione, yanked to sit there, and Neville just scooted over with a "Heya Harry."

Hermione started chattering as she once again shoved a plate in front of Harry. Harry tried to refuse it, only to be stopped by a glare from said girl, then turned to pouting which only earned an eye roll. Though, truly he wasn't entirely upset about it. Sure, it was a little daunting that she might have (who was he kidding,she definitely did) figured out his eating problem, but something inside him was preening at being taken care of in such a way. Harry had to force back a smile, which did not help his resolve to continue pouting throughout the entire thing, thank you very much.

About five minutes later, Hermione won the silent challenge when she rolled her eyes, picked up a carrot, and proceeded to shove it his mouth. Harry choked in surprise, but grumpily ate the carrot and admitted defeat by grabbing another off his plate. Hermione smirked in victory. Harry huffed and leaned against her, who just wrapped an arm around him and patted his head. He hummed in acceptance.

Suddenly, his back was feeling very warm, like someone was glaring daggers at him. He slowly looked up from where his head had been tucked into his food, and looked behind him. It was Draco and Blaise, once again. He had forgotten they stared at him if he was being honest... But this time, they weren't staring at him, they absolutely glaring. And not at him like he had thought either, it was at Hermione, who didn't seem to notice anything, continuing to talk to Dean and occasionally add some more fruits to his plate. Which really Hermione, he's going to puke if he eats anymore.

As soon as Harry looked at him though, their gazes snapped to him, as if there was some sort of giant beacon over his head that flashed 'Here! Look at me!' in neon colors. Harry couldn't be certain, but it seemed as if there eyes soften just a bit, but they were still glaring, so Harry glared right back. He didn't know what their problem is, but nobody gets to glare at his best friend like that. For a moment, both boys looked startled, before their expressions seemed to settle back into confusion and anger. Though, he wasn't entirely sure, as they were across the hall, and while his inheritance had upped his eyesight by a lot, he wasn't about to shift his eyes in the middle of the Great Hall just so he could watch a few boys.

So, he turned back to his table, content to stay were he was, tucked under Hermione's arm, listening to his friends talk about the different professors they've had so far and their classes, ignoring the gazes still burning into his skin.

It was Harry's last class before dinner, Transfiguration. He was honestly interested in meeting the new Professor. Transfiguration had always been one of his favorite classes, and while he knew that nobody could live up to McGonagall, he hoped the teacher was at least semi-decent. He also didn't share this class with anyone, which was slightly sad but he figured it was better than not having another class with friends. Like Potions. That'd suck.

The classroom was the same one as when McGonagall taught, but there was an immediate difference when he walked in. He was a few minutes early, as Muggle History was released early, and one of the only kids there. The door was open, with a note that read 'If I am not here, please come in and sit quietly at a table. - Professor Itheo'

Hmm. That name didn't sound English. Harry wondered what language it was for a moment before shrugging it off. It didn't matter to him.

He looked around in puzzlement at the classroom. The tables only took up the back third of the classroom, each row stacked kinda of like bleachers on either side of the door. The front of the classroom had pillows and beanbags right in front of the tables, and a teachers desk was shoved into the corner. A bored was in front of the pillow section. There were bookshelves and cabinets lining every space possible, with different knick knacks such as pencils, cups, and stuffed toys. The windows were open, letting a cool breeze and lots of sunlight through. The smell was almost the same as all the other classrooms, of magic and an almost overwhelming scent of all the people, but under that there was a warm, sweet and spicy smell. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it was made him relax, like it was familiar.

Harry shook the thought off. Whatever. The note said to sit at a table. So, he went about halfway up before sitting down, and taking out his supplies, shoving the rest under his desk. Harry rested his head on the table as other people were starting to trickle in as well now, all pausing to look around as well before sitting. There was only a few more minutes until scheduled class time.

His head snapped up when he a scent hit him. It smelled of berries and something fresh, maybe a clear stream. The smell was more prominent than all the others in the classroom. When he looked to his left, he saw why. There was boy standing there with wide eyes had curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and lightly tanned skin. He was also tall. Like, 6'4 kinda tall. Harry vaguely remembered him, though not his name...

Harry smiled at him. "Hello. Nice to meet you. I'm Harry." The boy nodded, still staring at him with wide eyes. Harry winced a bit and tilted his head. He really didn't want to be stared at. "Er... Do you want to sit??" Harry asked as he waved to the chair that the boy was standing next to.

The boy shook his head, seeming to snap back. He smiled, extending his hand as he sat. "Hello Harry. I'm Theodore Nott. Though please just call me Theo." Oh. Harry remembered him now. They've had a few classes together over the years. But what really stood out was his last name. Nott... His father was a Death Eater, and was there that day at the Malfoy Mansion.

Harry shook himself. No. He forgave the Malfoys' for that, and besides, he never saw Theo anywhere with the Death Eaters, which didn't really mean anything either, but he was willing to give him a chance.

He saw Theo's smiling beginning to wane, and his hand be drawn back, snapping back into the present. Harry quickly grabbed his hand with a smile. "Nice to meet ya Theo." With that, they both turned back to the front of the classroom. The last few people were coming in, and the professor should be here any moment now.

Right as he thought that, a woman came sprinting into the room, going to stand next to the bored. She was short, maybe 5 feet at the most, with a large smile and long, bright purple hair. Immediately her eyes seemed to snap towards him, with look almost like surprise, before she just nodded towards him and went back to surveying the classroom. She waited a few minutes for everyone to stop talking, then began to talk herself, smile never going away.

"Hey y'all! I'm Professor Itheo, but you can just call me Itheo. I'll be your professor for transfiguration. A few things about me! I'm 22, my favorite color is orange, and I really like peaches! Today we won't be doing much, just getting over a few rules and the syllabus. We won't start magic until next week." With that, she turned towards the board, where her words were written as well.

Harry grinned. He could already tell that he would love this professor. She must be talented as well, to have gotten this job in what looked like her early 20's.

Harry felt glances coming from his side, and turned to look at Theo with a grin. The boy looked startled, eyes blinking in surprise for a second before slowly smiling back. He leaned over and whispered "Well this class probably won't ever have a dull moment with professor sunshine here."

Harry blinked at him in surprise, before he started giggling, trying to keep his voice down as to not grab attention. Theo only smirked before turning back to the front of the room.

Proffe- Itheo, man that was going to be weird to remember, was just turning around from where she had been writing down the rules and expectations. A quick glance over them showed they were all the usual. No bullying, be respectful, pay attention, that sort of thing.

Itheo gave them all a few moments to read over them all, before she spoke up, beginning to read them all off as well. It only took a few minutes to get through them all, and Itheo was still smiling at the end. She nodded, seemingly to herself.

"Alright. Now, I know your all 16 years of age, and expect you to behave as such. Please try to follow these rules to the best of your abilities. Failure to do so will result in a detention. Now, we're going to be going over the plan for this next year!"

At dinner, Hermione once again forced him next to her, to which he went with an eye roll. At least she didn't have a plate ready for him this time, though she did watch him put food on his plate. When she wasn't satisfied with it, she added a few more pieces, only getting a half hearted attempt from Harry to shoo her away. It wasn't like it would have worked anyway.

"So." Ginny said as she and Luna plopped down across from them. "Has anyone had the new transfiguration professor yet? I've been hearing that she's, like, super bubbly. But then I also heard that she already gave a kid, a fourth year Gryffindor boy, a detention because he refused to use the proper pronouns for someone, then back talked her because she gave him the detention. Which, apparently, earned him a few more detentions. Which, I mean,good for her, by the way. She looks super young." Ginny was talking through mash potatoes by the end of her speech.

Hermione, Dean, Seamus, and Neville all shook their heads. Harry nodded, but finished chewing before speaking up. "Yeah, I had her. Right before dinner actually. She is super bubbly. Most of her sentences seemed to end with explanation marks, and she never stopped smiling. She is pretty young as well, only 22. Her name's Itheo, and she requested that we don't call her professor either. Apparently, her favorite color is orange, and she really likes peaches. After we went over the rules and expectations for her class, she did tell us that failure to follow them would result in a detention."

Luna nodded at his words. "Oh yes. She told us that as well." Here, she turned to look at the teacher, who was laughing at something Professor Sprout said. "Though there is something off about her." This got the entire groups attention.

"Off? What kind of off?" Dean asked. Luna looked up from her plate, where she had been eating some green beans, shrugging.

"I don't know. It's not bad if that's what you're asking. She just radiates something different than the rest of us." She tilted her head head as she looked at Itheo, before turning to look at the hall. In the end, her gaze ended on Harry. "Actually, there are a few people in the hall who seem similar to her. Draco, Blaise, Theo, Dylan, Maggie, and Hermione all do. Though the closest would have to be Harry." With another shrug she turned back to her food, leaving the rest of them to stare at her before turning to Harry and Hermione.

They both shrugged, and the others turned back to their food, far used to Luna's antics by now, though nobody completely forgot it. There was always something important when Luna spoke, even if it didn't seem like it. They learned that long ago.

Harry looked around. He didn't know who Dylan and Maggie were, but Draco, Blaise, and Theo... What did they have to do with anything like him? Or Hermione and Itheo for that matter? Hermione had gone back to chatting with Dean, and Itheo was talking with McGonagall.

When he looked out at the Slytherin table however, Draco and Blaise were already staring back. He ignored it for now, only tilting his head and squinting at them. It seemed that Theo had joined them today, sitting in between the two, but he was eating, not staring at him like the other two. Draco and Blaise seemed to have frozen as soon as his gaze turned to them. Harry wasn't entirely sure they were breathing. Seeming to notice his friends stillness, Theo looked up at them, then followed their looks towards Harry. When he found him, Theo smiled and nodded at him.

Harry looked around himself, surprised and confused as to why the Slytherin was nodding at him. When he looked back, it almost seemed that Theo was rolling his eyes. Harry could practically feel the exasperation from over here. He smiled and nodded back. Draco and Blaise's heads almost snapped with how quickly they turned to look at their friend. Harry winced. Oops. He hoped Theo didn't get into too much trouble for associating with him.

Hermione once again brought his attention back to her with a quick jab to his ribs. He quickly looked at her, feeling shame bubbling in his gut from being caught staring. Hermione only rolled her eyes and pointed to his mostly untouched plate. "Eat idiot. Dinner is almost over, and I want to see most of that, if not all, gone by then, yeah?" Harry nodded, sighing in relief that she didn't mention him staring as he tucked into the rest of his food. 

It was only a few minutes later that Headmistress McGonagall stood up and called for attention. "Good evening everyone. I hope you had a good day today and are ready for classes to continue tomorrow. I don't have much to say today, just a reminder to think about the extra classes. Now. Goodnight, and see you tomorrow morning. Sleep well everyone."

Hermione looked over at Harry, whose plate was mostly empty and sighed. Oh well, he still at least ate. With that, they all stood up and began to exit the Great Hall. Charlie and River had attached themselves to Harry's sides again, dragging along Blue, Phoenix, and Ren, as they babbling on about their classes. Harry and his friends listened and commented with smiles all the way to the common room, where they then split up into their dormitories with goodnights.

Harry ushered the first years up the steps, and watched as they walked up towards their level before entering his own room. As he collapsed onto his bed, he couldn't help but smile slightly. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.