LW: 3. Time to show off my building skills (Heads into shed)

Azula: 0_0 Please ignore the crazy b******* that is Lonly; he has a lot of things to do right now as well as this.

Harry: School time for him and me, enjoy.

Boy Who Lives in Fire – Potions and Snitches

Harry despite his first thoughts was actually enjoying his time in Hogwarts. The one teacher he disliked right now was Professor Binns; the ghost history teacher who had a painfully dull monotone which was a more effective cure for insomnia than a sleeping potion. The only person he knew who could keep awake was Hermione but even she had droopy eyes by the time class ended.

The other teachers were not so bad; Flitwick was a funny little man with a squeaky voice who in his first class actually fell off his pile of books used to see over his desk after reaching his name, something the entire class found hilarious. Professor McGonagall was as stern as he expected and as he learnt in his first class was capable of turning into a tabby cat, something Harry vowed to learn eventually before leaving the school.

Defence on the other hand was completely pointless, Quirrell was completely incapable of understandable speech among other things mainly effective teaching. One teacher he was looking forward to was Snape as subject sounds like a good mix of magic and logical reasoning. Draco had mentioned he was biased against Gryffindors and to Slytherins but that was because the lions tend to be arrogant basterds and the other teachers were more subtle in there bias against them, so as long as he didn't act like the typical Gryf Snape would have no reason to hate him.

This was running through his head as him and the other lions; Hermione right by his side as she always was, made their way towards the dungeons and potions class. Snape let them in soon after his cloak billowing behind him, then took began the class, his voice holding their attention with little effort ''You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making.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." Harry and Hermione grinned; this might be just as good as they had hoped, while Draco smiled at the fact their reactions were more like the Slytherins not the Gryffindors who just glared at Snape. 'Potter!' Snape called 'What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?' 'A sleeping potion called Draught of Living Death, since learning about the magical world mom has wanted to get some to help with prisoner transfers' Harry answered and Snape's lips twitched upwards 'Ok, now where can you find a bezoar?' 'Stomach several animals, mostly goats and bison' Harry once again answered perfectly, then reached into his bag and pulled out a small box 'Something uncle James told me to give you, sorry I took so long' he said sheepishly. Snape took the box and apprehensively opened it and was surprised by its contents. Within the box were two small stones, both were a mix of white and sky blue, in shock Snape dropped the box onto the table and most of the class tried to see what it was 'What are those?' Asked a curious Pansy Parkinson 'Sky bison bezoars, the animal is supposed to be extinct' Snape answered in a tone different to his usual dark and creepy one 'They aren't extinct just very rare where my guardians live, also as far as I remember Sky Bison bezoars are stronger than regular ones and are unaffected by Aconite' Harry added 'Very good Mr. Potter 15 points to Gryffindor, 10 for your correct answers and 5 for your excess knowledge on bezoars, I am happy to see you inherited your mother's brains after all. Now... Longbottom' he said then focused on Neville who squeaked and looked like he wanted to run away 'What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?' Neville perked up at a Herbology question 'T-t-t-there the same sir, also known as Aconite' he answered hesitantly 'Good work Mr Longbottom 5 points to Gryffindor. I rather hope you are like your father and not inherit your mother's abysmal potions skills. He was almost as good as myself and Lily and always tied with her and Remus for best potioner of Gryffindor, while your mother held the title of worst brewer in Hufflepuff, a title Mr. Potter's father proudly held for Gryffindor' Snape congratulated, looking strangely nostalgic for a moment then resumed his normal persona 'You will now make a potion to cure boils, work in twos and try finish by the end of class' he said and as he did the instructions appeared on the board and they all began.

Snape's good mood seemed to affect the whole class, for one thing Neville was a lot more focused and managed to remember to put out the fire before Seamus added the quills, ensuring the potion actually turned out well and without the added antagonism Harry and Hermione also managed to make a good first attempt. Unfortunately the good mood was shattered when Ron Weasley ended up destroying his cauldron causing the mix to cover himself as he was without a partner (Odd number of Gryffs) and caused the 'Dungeon Bat' to make an appearance 'Idiot boy, how can you mess up such a simple thing, even the twin terrors are smart enough they know not to mess around in this class, 10 points from Gryffindor. Mr Finnigan, please escort Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing Mr. Longbottom will be fine without you for the next 10 minutes' Snape growled as the boil covered red head was lead by the Irish pyromaniac to Madam Pomphry. After that it was pretty uneventful.

Soon after came the flying lessons; as usual it was Gryffindors and Slytherins, and Harry noticed the brooms were so old and banjaced that they should really only be good for kindling. Standing in the line with Hermione on one side and Neville on the other (despite the active attempt of Ron to get that spot) and Draco directly opposite him the class began. Madam Hooch told them to call for their brooms and only a few students, Harry and Draco included; got it first time. Neville's sat quietly while Hermione's rolled a little on the ground. Everyone laughed when Ron's shot up and smacked him in the face, nearly breaking his nose. Eventually everyone had their brooms up with them and the lesson properly began, unfortunately Neville pushed of a little too strongly and panicked causing him to fall off his broom and gain a broken wrist. 'None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Madam Hooch called behind her as she headed into the castle.

Once she was out of sight Ron started to run his mouth 'Did you see what the squibling did, he should never have come to Hogwarts' 'Shut up Weasley, he's doing better than you in most classes and unlike you doesn't ruin a cauldron every class' defended Pansy. Since the Snape incident Neville had managed to gain some respect from the snakes in his year; thought the fact he was a pure blood may have sped it along, as Harry and Hermione were still hated by some of the 1st year snakes but were slowly being accepted thanks to Draco and a few others. 'Didn't think you'd defend a squib pug-face, what would your Death eater father think of it?' Ron sneered holding up Neville's Remembrall 'I think I'll put this somewhere safe, like up a tree' he said as it jumped on his broom. Harry grabbed his broom but was stopped by Hermione 'Harry are you sure about this?, you heard what Hooch said' Hermione tried to reason with him 'I can't let this go Hermione, Neville's my friend' Harry countered 'Don't worry Granger, my mum used to tell me about Potter and his group, they could get away with almost anything' Draco defended 'Besides I'm sure after he explains his reasons he'll just lose 5 or 10 points' Daphne Greengrass added. With a sigh Hermione stopped resisting and Harry flew up to confront the ginger moron 'Give it here Weasley!' 'On one condition, drop the squib and junior Death eater and join with alight family, you can keep Granger because you'll always need a nerd like her to help with homework and stuff' Harry steamed 'Here's my answer; Fuck You! floberworm' Ron frowned 'Suit yourself traitor' He yelled before throwing the Remembrall.

Harry sped after it, nearly hitting the walls of the castle as he just managed to grab it before it smashed against the stone. Smiling smugly to himself he gently flew back down to earth as McGonagall came out the door and Harry's mind went blank other than one phrase 'Ahhhh crap' (I blame Toph for Harry swearing, oh well). 'Mr Potter you will come with me' McGonagall said and Harry sadly followed but not before handing the Remembrall to Hermione to give to Neville. Harry followed her to the dungeon's to Professor Snape's classroom 'Severus may I borrow Wood for a moment?' and with that Harry's brain exploded; he hadn't been beaten since he left the Dursley's, sure he'd been injured a few times (mostly light burns) when Azula or Helios kicked his ass when they spared but that was training not a punishment. He was starting to get twitchy when McGonagall returned with a Gryffindor 5th year and Harry relaxed; Wood was a person. 'What do you need Professor?' Wood asked looked confused but lit up when McGonagall answered 'I have found you a seeker' which Harry assumed was A) a good thing and B) was him.

'Really, seeker?' Draco asked looking surprised and a little jealous, though as he'd seen Harry's skill it was only a little bit. 'Yeah, apparently I'm the youngest this century' Harry answered cheerfully, then turned sombre 'I just hope I don't make a fool of myself' 'you won't ...' Harry turned and found Hermione and Neville behind him '... Quidditch is in your blood, your Dad was a Chaser (like in book, not seeker like in film) and Captain for the Gryffindor team during his time in Hogwarts' Hermione finished and Neville nodded 'You'll be fine Harry, also thanks for saving my remembrall' 'Your welcome Neville, what are friends for?' 'So' Draco said changing the subject 'When are you getting a broom? No matter how good you are, you will be slaughtered if you use one of the school brooms' Harry was silent for a few minutes then spoke 'I don't know I could ask my folks to go to Diagon and grab one, mum would love to go' 'That's a great idea Harry' Neville said then looked confused when Harry stood up and whistled, well until the messenger hawk arrived at the table and started to steal him bacon 'No bad Hedwig, you can only steal my bacon unless the others offer it to you' Harry scowled as he scratched her head 'Harry, what is that?' Hermione asked 'Oh her, this is Hedwig. She's a messenger hawk, most people where I live have one; they work like the owls in the wizarding world'. While Hedwig stole some of their food Harry took out some parchment, wrote a short note to his family and put it in her pouch on the back. The bird nodded to him and took off fortunately before Dumbles had regained his composure enough to fire a tracking spell at the bird.

An interesting surprise came when a package arrived for him a few days later by Hedwig and Snaky's parrot lizard 'Wrath' before dropping it in front of Harry during breakfast. It came with the following note;

Do not open it here; it is your new/1st broom. I wanted to do something cool so instead of buying one I made one (Don't worry it was tested). It's made from a combination of Sparkless and Birch for strength and flexibility so it should be fine as well as out fly anything on the market right now in terms of speed manuverability , also I hope you like the name it's one side of your heritage as of (around) 6 years ago. This is your joining of the 2, you will do great. Good Luck from us all

Snaky and Pyron/Azula (and the others too)

P.S. There is a place called the 'Come and Go Room' on the 7th floor where you can continue to practise your 'art'.

Harry smiled his own broom. Unfortunately this moment was ruined by the ginger trash can 'what you got here Potter, a broomstick? That's not allowed for 1st years' Ron sneered as he picked up the package and stood to confront him Hermione, Neville and even Draco backing him (He'd started to come over when the broom was dropped off) 'Give it back Ron, it's mine' Harry snarled grabbing hold of the broom and pulled. Ron unsurprisingly didn't let go and the wrapping ripped dropping the broom onto the table just as McGonagall arrived. Harry was in awe at the broom; same ash grey as his wand with patches of brown and red along its length, and as he turned it over he saw what Snaky meant, the handle said 'Sozin's Comet' in gold writing, a feminine calligraphy similar to Ty Lee's handwriting. 'What the Hell is that? Yelled Draco and Harry turned holding the broom 'A broom Uncle James made for me, a Sozin's comet after the comet and since the adoption my great-great grandfather' Harry answered grinning 'Well I hope it works as well as you seem to think Harry, we'll need all the help we can get' said McGonagall as she returned to the teacher's table. Harry and his group found Weasley's dropped jaw quite hilarious, though were a little confused when 2 more gingers approached them 'Hi Harry ...' '... we want to officially ...' '... Welcome you to ...' '... The Gryffindor Quidditch team.' 'We're Fred ...' '... and George the teams' Beaters' they said in twin speech. 'Oh, thanks guys' Harry said cheerfully having had Wood explain Quidditch and its components almost immediately after joining the team (Nothing I could add to that scene). The sport interested Harry and he had a feeling he would enjoy it quite a lot.


LW: Yay I'm back again, a weekend with time will do this. Now expect silence for a few weeks as I have French orals either in a few hours or already depending on when you read this. Good bye!