WD: Yeah I have a lot more to go but if I didn't upload this I wouldn't get a chance for another week. Enjoy!
Harry found himself awake very early the next day, and all but bouncing in excitement. He kept getting funny looks from Rhoswen, but he did not fill her in so she ignored him in favor of a good scratching session. Regardless of how human once she was, the hound could -not- resist a good belly and ear scratch from Harry and his tiny fingers. It was a humorous sight, dog twitching and taking up almost the entire bed as Harry muffled his laughter. Especially considering Rhoswhen had her tail completely hanging over one end of the bed just to fit. Tongue lolling, green eyes flickering back at him in mischief, Harry loved seeing her just relax. Then it was all business and she reminded him of everything he would need, she would decrease that aid slowly unless he was having a sick day or the like so he never became so dependent on Rhoswen it was crippling. She wanted him independent and he adored her for it. Harry skipped down to breakfast early, having made note of the portraits and to his luck, a pretty nasty Peeves started to harass him.
"Look an icklie Firstie! Haha.." Peeves raised his hand to do some mischief but Harry paused and waved.
"Hello. My name is Harry, what is yours?"
"Peeves. The great terror of the Halls!" Before Peeves could resume his nasty harassment though Harry just tilted his head.
"Really? So you know -every- hall way, hiding spot? Everything?"
Peeves puffed up his chest and Harry gave a bow. "It is my pleasure to meet you then Peeves, perhaps you would show me the way to the great hall and tell me how you got the name, the Great Terror?"
If Peeves hadn't enough of an ego to do so, the half remembered warning and the sudden sight of Rhoswen as she came slinking through a wall, having been scouting around, certainly made him decide to behave. He did not wish to attract her attention, there was a fluidity to how the hound moved, even as Harry unconsciously rubbed her ears. That same rolling gait betrayed her as an accomplished hunter, one that Peeves had no hope to escape if she decided to call him prey. If you couldn't harass a first year, best to make use of him in other ways.
"Ever hear of a dung bomb?"
"Sounds unpleasant, Peeves. Still not I am sure the crux of your genius?"
Peeves wracked his brain before he remembered a time before the Mauraders, and the ease of accessing Filch's store of nasty confiscated items. A time when he'd actually needed to be clever and the teachers were not off limits for pranks. He began to regale Harry with a short tale, coupled with insane screeching laughter, of how he had once snuck a mouse charmed from transfiguration into the seventh year hufflepuff girl's dorms. Harry couldn't help it he had to laugh. Especially when Peeves said he tried the boys the next day and they screamed just as loudly.
Once Breakfast was done, and Harry for the most part just stayed silent and listened to the talk around him, he held a nice shiny little time table.
Oooh this was gonna be good...
Little did Harry James Potter Evans-son and bound to a Cyn Annwn, future changer of the magical world and savior of many, know it at that precise moment, but he looked just like his dad about to pull off some truly crazy scheme. Rhoswen sighed, sure that Lily was looking over her shoulder in the afterworld sensing the impending insanity. Oh well, she had a nice fore paw view for it.
The first class was in Charms. It couldn't have gone more perfectly if Harry had actually bowed his head and begged whatever deities and spirits were listening. Professor Flitwick was Coblynau to some degree and Harry's smile had been beaming at him as he entered. A tiny nod and smile, oddly pained, from the petite professor had Harry twitching his feet in the shape of letters of the alphabet once seated. He was desperate to keep from properly fidgeting. Not that he ever made it past the letter Q, he just kept getting distracted by eagerness, biding his time. Rhoswen was sniffing around inspecting the room, utterly curious as she had after all not really explored last night and was new to the wonders of the advanced wizarding world. Pictures that moved were highly amusing, funny gadgets and things that she was very tempted to try to knock over. Finally however she was back at Harry's side and noticed there was a strange bulge in his sleeve, as if he had something up it.
Finally Flitwick finished his introduction and explained before they would begin a proper spell he wanted them to get used to rolling their wrists about and would they please take out their wands and begin making circles.
With a complete flourish out came Glinda, streamers trailing a glittering path as Harry twisted and twirled, now over head and now to the side. A dancing show of plastic and metal spray painted with cheap pink paint and flecks of glitter. The class was silent and Flitwick squeaked.
"Ah Mr...Potter..is that your wand?"
"Why, yes professor. It is -one- of my wands. This is Glinda! Isn't she lovely? I figured since it was just motions anyways I may as well use one that was far more enjoyable. See if I do this.." He twirled it rapidly again, the fluttering streamers making a bit of noise. "Do you wish a try?"
The classroom erupted in laughter and Flitwick joined them, laughing so much he fell off his chair and Harry resumed twirling his wand with a smile.
"Swish and Flick is -much- more fun with a visual, professor.."
"Now I wish I had one! Can I give it a try Potter?" Said the short haired asian girl next to him also a Ravenclaw, her eyes crinkling in a smile. Harry beamed back at her and nodded, handing it over.
"Sue Li, yes." It took her a moment to twirl the wand without the streamers catching and then she giggled, which had several others, puffs and claws alike begging to use it. Flitwick's eyes caught how Sue was much more precise in her movements, having to watch out for the streamers which was an accidental breakthrough of sorts.
"Mr. Potter, if you would bring your wand up here please?" Flitwick fought not to smile at the chorus of 'awww' from half the class, and did not miss that even the boys who would have made fun of his pink pretty wand, were eying it like they too wanted a go.
Harry walked calmly down, twirling his wand from side to side and over head as if it was a baton. He'd let Dudley play with it in the weeks before he'd come to school and Dudley had been able to treat it like a circus act. Harry had made him practice with sticks first of course, he didn't wand Glinda damaged. Once Dudley had it though he had been consistently beset by Harry begging to be shown how to do it. Since Dudley had been in on the 'well yes this is one of my wands' act from the start, the big oaf of a cousin he had was all too pleased. Frankly he figured even Uncle Vernon would be beaming at them for throwing the magical folk off a bit. He bowed and swept an arm out before handing Glinda over to his professor, making the class laugh. He had no idea how much like his father he was at that moment and Flitwick smiled. The tiny professor gave the wand a few tries himself, his long abilities with charms and dueling allowing him to twist and twirl it in intricate patterns that seemed magical all in their own with the pattern moving so swiftly it left trails of lights from the glitter reflecting behind. He may have added a few unnecessary flourishes to enjoy the "ooohs" and even a few "Go Professor!" from his class. Inspection done he handed the wand back, and transfigured a parchment into a matching, if purple wand. He then smiled at Harry and lifted a brow.
"Now since we are going to be practicing motions, and it does force you to pay -very- close attention..who would like to try one of Mr. Potter's lovely wands?"
Filius was forced to transfigure his entire stack of parchment as wands of purple and yellow and blue soon were in the hands of the students, who were very eager to play the game. Since this was the two most overlooked houses, Filius felt no shame in favoring them by telling all the students not to mention the special wands to any of the houses, and he would let them have them whenever they learned a new wand movement. There was quite a cheer and Filius was bemused, but very delighted watching a certain student beaming as he swished away with Sue Li, pink streamers trailing behind.
And here Filius thought the hound watching all of them as if they were off their rockers from below the table would be the most surprising thing about Mr. Potter.
The end of class saw all the wands turned back with a swish of Flitwick's normal wand and the students trailing out, one person though, a Mr. Goldstein if Flitwick remembered his roster correctly, asked a question that had the dual class halt before they opened the door.
"Hey Potter, is Glinda coming out in all your classes?"
Harry turned and winked, the pink wand already up his sleeve again. "Only if I can fit her in right. I figure I will also keep her around to deal with any hot heads who want to try and get me in trouble. Oh what professor? Me dueling in the hallway? With -this-?" Harry answered with a large innocent expression, and Flitwick had to marvel at how Harry had turned something so perfect to be humiliated by, into a guaranteed weapon against any trying to harass him. With one class he'd gotten all the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw first years on his side and fans of Glinda.
It was like he'd planned to have some way to irritate other students and be certain that not only did they remember him for something other then surviving the killing curse, but preferred it. Flitwick blinked then and his mouth opened slightly.
Oh yes. Harry Potter belonged in his house indeed!
Rhoswen gave a dip of her head to the diminutive professor as she followed Harry out, the muggleborn trying to explain why Harry's wand would be called Glinda, much to the laughter of the others. Harry solved it by suggesting they all grab some copies of Wizard of Oz to pass around the two common rooms, which the Hufflepuff ignored but the Ravenclaw got that scary determined look to them like sharks scenting blood.
He did love his little brainiacs.
Herbology proved useless so far as bringing out Glinda, but Goldstein sat beside him and they began a friendly chatter as they worked. Pomona Sprout was delighted as she watched the students not sequester themselves into small groups, but getting up and moving to say hello, and help each other. This was why she adored her Puffs, and the claws. True the Ravenclaw's were usually more on par with the Slytherin when it came to their intelligence, but what most people forgot was the Ravenclaw's saw no reason to constantly have to plot through their elegant snake companions (even if few actually measured up to their own ideas of grandeur) certainly one could hold a vicious intellectual conversation with any Slytherin if it was a topic of their interest. However, one could not begrudge the hard working and kind hearted puffs. They were often looked down on, forgetting that in the line from Helga Hufflepuff "I'll Take them all" was the words that meant she would nuture all who needed it. They were not the unwanted, they were the ones who preferred to learn themselves outside of foolish guidelines and barriers. The hufflepuff were unwavering friends, and slow to anger but with a sense of justice so deep because they learned to depend on each other, that many became suited to Aurors and medics.
Susan Bones seemed quite taken with Sue Li, probably because Sue Li was an ambassador's daughter and Susan the neice of the head of the DMLE. Which meant when Sue brought shy sweet Susan over to meet Harry...
Well there was suddenly a chorus of students singing in her class. Bemused Pomona watched as singing, they continued marking down the items at the various work stations to become familiar with them.
"Oh We're off to see the Wizard!"
Even the purebloods, and half bloods picked up on it easily. The Hufflepuffs who were a bit slower had no problem becoming a veritable background chorus of that one line over and over as the giggles and music took over. Though Pomona had to admit she was clueless when Terry Boot leaned over and curtsied, looking foolish with dirt on his nose.
"You're a Good Witch Harry!"
Again the room erupted in laughter and Harry shoved Terry kindly, his eyes dancing. Not once had a student glanced at his forehead. The one thing that had him a little disappointed was he did not have a single Slytherin class for two days. He didn't want Millicent to think he had forgotten her. Waiting until everyone was hurriedly scrawling in their books he wrote a quick note and smiled, giving his best teary eyes to Rhoswen. She grumbled at him, but took the scrap of paper in her teeth anyways and scampered off. He couldn't get into that much trouble when every five minutes someone would break out into the song again and set off giggles.
Rhoswen moved through Hogwarts with ease, some walls you could go through, some you couldn't. Mere wizard wards did not detect her but she respected the ones HogWarts had up elsewhere. The ancient castle was mildly sentient, and had it's fair share of secrets. Rhoswen respected it. More then a few portraits went wide eyed seeing her, but the ghosts had ensured not a one would talk. Not even to the headmaster as frankly this was not his business. Not a soul, undead or otherwise, wished the ire of a protective hound.
As it was easy enough to find Millicent, she'd spent the ride over in the same compartment after all, she was somewhat amused to see the student looking irritated if anything in a class that had them all speaking as if they had something uncomfortable poking into their backsides. Not that Rhoswen knew, or cared, and so simply walked over to where Millicent was doing her best to ignore the rather loud and shrieky voice of Pansy Parkinson as she recited. Easily slipping the note onto Millicent's desk, Rhoswen then padded off, intending to go have a little chat with the charms professor. He kept giving her odd looks and Harry's class went on for a while.
Millicent looked down as they finished the latest pointless tongue twister to help the pureblooded Slytherin work on their behavior. These were secretive mandatory classes, and she loathed them. These classes only expounded on her mother's ideals, that of a woman as vapid and simpering to the needs of her husband. One was only to have personality after the security of bearing an heir and even then only in private, looking away when he had his affairs and none of their own. She much preferred her father's behavior, thinking Millicent was a smart thing in her own right. He'd taken his wife away during the last war which had gained no end of harassment, considering he was a known tactical genius. He'd not been an auror but a hit wizard, called in when things went truly south. That department had been done away with after the war, people wanting to pretend such events never happened. Bullstrode had known if he stayed he would be forced to choose a side, which was a losing endeavor politically. He would not do that, and so he'd simply left. Conveniently been offered a chance in Germany to train in combat wards by an older eccentric who had survived Grindlewald and didn't buy into the equally farcical all is good and rainbows bit the light families often seemed to find comfort in. Millicent didn't know who she was or what she wanted, yet. She was working on that. She saw the note and blinked, that hadn't been there. As they were waiting on the boys to finish their latin tongue teasers now, she unfolded it and gave off a very unladylike happy grin.
It was short, choppy, and utterly heartfelt and for that Millicent thought it worth more then gold.
-Hey Millie, I think everyone is convinced I am nuts. We have History in two days, will save you a seat! Why don't we have more classes together?- H.
Millie tucked it away carefully in her bag and for the rest of the lesson had a hard time speaking properly since she couldn't seem to make her smile fade and it distorted the words. Though Harry was going to get a talking to, calling her Millie!