First of all, I have changed my username from TimeyWimeyKab to Mafalda-E-Hopkirk. I just wanted a change ;)


To mumimeanjudy - This review really got to me, so I decided to put my reply to him or her up here so anyone else with similar thoughts could understand my side of the story:

I wrote: After I read this, I looked up Changed Perspectives, and I have to say I liked it. But honestly, I didn't try to rip off anything. And so far, the only similarities I see are the nice Dursley's and the letter from Dumbledore to Ron. My characters act different, Harry is in a different house, and then there's Dudley's age and magical abilities. Of course, I can't prove I didn't ripoff that other story, but I didn't. That story, to be frank, is much better in my opinion than my own. That's a big difference right there.
Sorry to have offended you. Next time I write something I'll be sure to make certain it's not similar to anyone else's work.

And that's that. I honestly don't think the stories are that similar, but apparently he or she did. I just wanted to clear things up.

Thanks to all the people who alerted and favourited, it means a lot! Also, a masse thank you to MAFITA for reviewing twice in a row :)

I made up the Ravenclaw class schedule myself, so if there are any clashes with the book, I apologise. Also, this chapter contains a lot more 'book content' so to speak than the last, most of which is done from my memory so as to not be TOO similar.

I hope you guys like the chapter~!


The next morning, Harry woke early and couldn't go back to sleep. He was too excited about his classes and the chance to use his wand.

So, quietly, Harry penned two letters; one to his aunt and uncle and one to his cousin telling them about the train ride, his new friends, and the sorting. After that was done and sent off with Hedwig, Harry dressed in his now blue and bronze uniform, making sure his shoes were tied right and his tie was straight. It was still barely light outside, so Harry slowly and meticulously packed his school bag with parchment, quills, and other necessities. Not knowing what classes he would have today, Harry left his school books out, resolved to just hurry back before his first class to gather everything. At the last second, Harry pocketed his wand rather than putting it in his bag where it could snap.

Harry checked his gold watch – a birthday present from his uncle – and sighed. It was only 6:30.

So for a few minutes, Harry sat, staring out of one of the blue-and-bronze framed windows at the grounds. The very far away grounds.

And that made him realize that not only did he had no idea how to get back to the Great Hall – he had no idea how to get to any of his classes.

Luckily for Harry, Hogwarts, A History had maps of every floor and tower in it. It stated that, though the staircases changed and sometimes classrooms moved, the main classes would stay where they were…during the year, at least. Harry sketched out a rough map of how to get to the classes the first-years took, the Great Hall, the library, and Ravenclaw tower on a piece of paper. After folding it carefully and tucking it into his pocket, Harry took his bag and went carefully into the common room.

A few people were up already – mostly older students milling about and chatting – but Harry spotted a familiar bushy head.

"There you are, Harry!" Hermione called, dashing over to him. Harry could tell she was excited about their first day; she was practically bouncing. "Want to go eat?"

"Yeah!" Harry said, already starving.

Thanks to Harry's maps and the fact that they were the first two first-years in Ravenclaw up, they arrived at the Great Hall in plenty of time. At around seven-thirty, Professor McGonagall came around with the schedules. Harry's and Hermione's looked like this:



9:00 Charms (Double)

11:00 History of Magic


1:00 Care of Magical Creatures

2:00 Potions


9:00 Transfiguration

10:00 Defense Against the Dark Arts


1:00 Herbology

2:00 Potions


9:00 Charms

10:00 Care of Magical Creatures


12:00 Midnight Astronomy


10:00 Transfiguration (double)


1:00 Defense Against the Dark Arts


10:00 Herbology (Double)


1:00 Potions

The classes were in coloured ink that told what other house they shared it with. For instance, today they had Charms with the Hufflepuffs, History of Magic with the Slytherins, and then Care of Magical Creatures and Potions, again with Hufflepuff.

"I can't wait to get started." Hermione enthused. "Double Charms on the first day! Imagine how much we can do in two hours!"

Harry laughed.

"There! With that girl with all the hair!"

"Can you believe he's in Ravenclaw!"

"Did you see his eyes?"

"His scar!"

Harry tried to ignore the whispers, but it was hard to when people were standing on tiptoe or lining up outside of one's class just to see you. Frankly, Harry was having a hard enough time just trying to get around the school without all of that.

As it turned out, getting around Hogwarts wasn't as easy as Harry's book had made it seem. There were 142 staircases total in Hogwarts – wide, sweeping ones, narrow rickety ones, ones that led somewhere different on Friday, and some with a vanishing step you have to jump. Then there were the doors; some wouldn't open unless you tickled them in the right spot, some were just walls pretending to be doors, and some wouldn't let you through unless you asked politely. Then there were the landmarks Harry had counted on when making his maps, like a portrait of a giraffe in the savanna on the seventh floor or a group of singing nuns near the Great Hall. It seemed that the people and animals in the portraits liked to move around and visit each other, and Harry was sure that the suits of armor could walk.

Then there were the ghosts. The house ghosts, like Nearly Headless Nick of Gryffindor and the Fat Friar of Hufflepuff (and, if you could catch her, the Ravenclaw ghost, The Grey Lady), were always happy to help out. However, if you managed to run across Peeves the Poltergeist, it was worse than two locked doors, a vanishing step, and a moved staircase. He liked to dump bins on one's head, pull rugs out from under you, throw bits of chalk at your head, or swoop around invisible and grab your nose.

Worse, if possible, than even Peeves, was Argus Filch, the caretaker. By sheer bad luck, Harry, Hermione, and Neville managed to get on his bad side on the very first day of classes. They were on their way to Charms when Harry pointed out a doorway that he was certain held a shortcut to the floor they needed. When Filch showed up, Harry and his friends were trying to force open the door, which happened to lead to the 3rd floor corridor – the forbidden one. Filch was just threatening to lock the three first-years in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing by.

The classes themselves were both easier and harder than Harry had expected. Performing the actual spells wasn't just saying funny words; you had to focus and make the right movements as well. However, it seemed that everyone started from scratch here. Even Draco wasn't that far ahead.

Professor Flitwick was a tiny man who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. Before they began work on the first morning, the professor called role. When he reached Harry's name, Flitwick gave a squeak and toppled backwards out of sight.

Easily the morning boring class, Harry decided quickly, was History of Magic. Professor Binns had been very old when he had fallen asleep in front of the staffroom fire and got up the next morning to teach, leaving his body behind. Binns would drone on and on while they scribbled down names and dates. Harry and Hermione, along with Draco and Padma, who they sat with near the front, chuckled over the thought that subjects like goblin wars and giants would have been enthralling with any other teacher.

Potions was quite intimidating to Harry, even though he had helped his aunt brew countless Potions back home. Perhaps it was due to Professor Snape's slightly frightening speech that day, and the fact that he singled Harry out.

It was held in the dungeon, again with Hufflepuff. The desks were long and Harry, Hermione, and Neville sat together in the middle, all nervous. They hadn't heard many good things about professor Snape. The man started the class by taking register, and stopped, to Harry's horror, at his name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly. "Mr. Potter…our new celebrity."

A few people in the class sniggered quietly.

Once he was finished with his role call, Snape eyed the class silently for a moment.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. "As there is little idiotic 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 Neville exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione was biting her lip, sitting on the edge of her seat and seeming desperate to start proving herself.

"Mr. Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry thought back to his time with his aunt. Potion–making (or most of it, at least) was something that a squib was able to do, and Petunia was passionate about it.

"I think…um…wouldn't asphodel and wormwood would make the Draught of Living Death, sir?" Harry nervously said after a moment, trying not to glance at Hermione, whose hand was in the air.

Harry thought he deserved at least a few points for that, seeing as it hadn't even been taught yet, however Snape merely barked, "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar, Potter?"

Harry thought hard, but he must have missed that or forgotten it. He said quietly, "I don't know, sir."

"I see," Snape snapped, "What is the difference, Mr. Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"There is no difference, sir," replied Harry slowly, closing his eyes in order to concentrate. "Er – they're the same plant, a–also known as aconite?"

Harry's nervousness made the answer into a question, but he was still relatively sure it was correct. Snape looked slightly taken aback and something flickered in his eyes. Harry thought for a moment that it looked almost like sadness. Then the look disappeared and Snape snapped, "Well? Why aren't you copying it all down?" There was a sudden frantic rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, he said, "Potter, you win a point for Ravenclaw for getting the answers correct. You also lose two points for being a know–it–all."

Harry stared at Snape, shocked by his unfairness. However, if he had said he didn't know the answers, he would have probably taken points off for that anyway.

They spent the rest of the class making a simple potion to cure boils. Hermione and Neville were paired up together, and Harry was paired with Kevin. They worked well together, and managed to produce a good potion, as did Hermione and Neville, though it was touch–and–go for awhile; Harry heard Hermione hissing, "No, Neville! Don't add the porcupine quills until you take it off the fire!"

The next day was just as eventful as the first, although Harry and his friends got lost a lot less. Harry had been right about Professor McGonagall. She was strict and clever, and gave the class a stern talking-to in the first class:

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts." She said. "Anyone messing about in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. Everyone was impressed and excited to get started, only to find out that it would be awhile before they could change the furniture into animals. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a matchstick and told to turn it into a needle. Only Hermione and Terry Boot managed to change it completely, and earned themselves forty points for Ravenclaw and a rare smile from the Professor.

The class Harry had been looking forward to the most was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. The classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd come across in Romania. His turban, Quirrell said, was given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but no one quite believed this story. There was a rumor floating around that it was stuffed with garlic so the professor would be protected wherever he went.

Herbology was in the greenhouses behind the castle, where they learned how to take care of all of the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they could be used for. It was taught by Professor Sprout, a small chubby witch and head of Hufflepuff. On Wednesday at midnight Harry and Hermione joined Padma and Draco to look out at the sky through telescopes on the roof of the astronomy tower and learn the names of different stars and the movements of planets.

"What have we got today?" Harry asked Hermione on Friday, spooning some brown sugar over his oatmeal.

"Honestly Harry!" Hermione scolded. "Haven't you memorized your classes yet?"

"Not completely!" Harry said in a defensive tone. "I remember there's a double…something….and then something with Hufflepuff!"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"It's double Herbology with Slytherin," she said. "And Potions at 1 with Hufflepuff."

Harry nodded. Just then, the mail arrived.

The first morning had shocked Harry quite a bit, even though he had known a little of what to expect. Hundreds of owls swooping in, circling the tables till they saw their owners, then dropping letters and packages on their laps was a bit overwhelming, but now he was used to it. Hedwig had returned on Wednesday with Harry's families' replies but hadn't brought him anything else since. This morning, however, she landed right between Hermione's plate and the pumpkin juice jug and dropped a note onto Harry's eggs. It read:

Dear Harry,

I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week, and to meet that bunch of friends you've got. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.


Harry quickly flipped the note over, wrote 'I'd love to, see you then' and sent Hedwig back off with it. He and Hermione managed to catch the others between classes and explain that Hagrid wanted to meet them, and they all agreed. During Herbology, however, Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Padma talked quietly over their plants as they waited for them to wake up.

"You don't think that Hagrid could be…you know…in with Dumbledore like Ron was?" Padma asked, biting her lip as Harry had learned she was prone to do.

"I don't think so." Harry said. Harry never got any sense like that with Hagrid, and he had felt anxious around Ron almost immediately.

"So he won't be upset when we show up?" said Draco. He gestured to himself and Padma.

"Of course not!" said Hermione. "Why would he be?"

"Because everyone knows he's close to Dumbledore." Padma answered for Draco. "He might…I dunno…think we're evil too?"

"Well, he'll just have to give you a chance to know that's not true." Harry said. "And if he doesn't, that's his loss."

At ten to three, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Parvati, Draco, and Padma left the castle and walked through the grounds to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Almost the second Harry knocked, there was a frantic scrambling from the other side, and several booming barks. They could hear Hagrid's voice saying "Back, Fang – back!"

After a moment, Hagrid opened the door. One large hand was clasped tightly around a thick collar worn by a large black boarhound. Hagrid waved them in with a smile.

There was only one room inside, but it was huge – though it would have to be to hold Hagrid and that dog, Harry thought. Hanging from the ceiling were hams pheasants, a kettle was boiling over the fire, and a huge bed sat in the corner with a patchwork quilt over it.

"Make yerselves at home," Hagrid said cheerfully, releasing Fang's collar. The dog immediately ran to Padma and Parvati and began licking them and nudging their hands for a pet. Neville looked at Fang nervously, slowly patting his back as if worried the huge dog might turn on him. Luckily, it seemed that Fang, like his owner, wasn't nearly as fierce as he looked.

"These are my friends, by the way." Harry said, and began pointing out each in turn. "Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, and Padma and Parvati Patil."

Hagrid smiled from where he was pouring the hot water from the kettle over tea and setting out rock cakes. While Harry and his friends politely pretended to like the (literally) rock-hard food, Hagrid told them a few stories about Neville's parents when they were at school, and how Harry's and the twin's mothers used to help him care for wounded unicorns. In turn, the children told Hagrid all about their first lessons. Harry tried to ignore Fang drooling all over his robes.

Harry and Neville were delighted to hear Hagrid call Filch "that old git", and Harry thought Hermione was too, though she scolded them softly for it.

Harry told Hagrid about the lesson with Snape, and how he had had points taken off. Hagrid said that there was nothing to worry about, that Snape was like that to everyone.

"But he really seemed to…I dunno…hate me, even."

"Rubbish." Hagrid grunted. "Why should he?"

But Harry couldn't help noticing that Hagrid hadn't quiet met his eye as he said this. The large man then changed the subject to Hermione's parents, while Harry squinted at a newspaper clipping that had been under his tea cozy. It was from the wizard newspaper, The Daily Prophet:


Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.

Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you." Said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"I was at Gringotts that day too," said Hagrid, seeing what Harry was reading. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide as if he'd said something he shouldn't have. He quickly looked away and began passing out more unwanted rock cakes.

Harry was deep in thought as he and his friends walked back to the castle for dinner. Why did Hagrid act so strange about being at Gringotts? Could it be that he had seen someone, or maybe even been at the same vault, or was that a long shot? And was there something about Professor Snape that Hagrid was hiding from Harry?