A/N: Even though I may forget to post this every chapter, it still remains true. I do not own Harry Potter or any other recognizable characters. These remain solely the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
A/N: I saw this idea in another story, and decided to use it here. I will at least attempt to use reader's suggestions for a chapter from a review (every 25th review, aka 25, 50, 75, etc). This does NOT mean you should suggest anything outlandish, and try to keep within the story as much as possible. Also, if I don't start getting more reviews I just won't post up the next chapter, but the more reviews I get the more often you will receive updates, I can write a chapter in as little as a few hours or so, but I like to see reviews, and reactions to what's in the story. That is the main reason for me not updating as quickly, so if you want this story to continue faster, just submit a good review (no flames please, but constructive criticism welcome). My intent is to continue this story through all of Harry's school years. I am also undecided who to pair Harry up with (Ginny is out as Harry doesn't like the way Ron acts, besides some things that I have planned for later on in the story, but I'm not giving you any more hints about that). Also, neither of the Delacour sisters will be Harry's girlfriend in this story, as such a long distance relationship would not be conducive to the story line, less the time spent at Hogwarts in Fourth year. I have put up a poll including all potential people for Harry to be paired up with, as girlfriend(s) and will leave it up to the readers who they want in (voting to be done through the poll on my profile, which was added after the last chapter was placed up).
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, my internet (as well as the entire town's) was down for a few weeks due to a freak lightning storm hitting a few telephone poles. I did, however, manage to get a few chapters typed up for the most part, might change a few things in it though.
Harry turned into multiple creatures on his 5th birthday, and decided to run away from the Dursleys. He went to Mrs. Figg's house, got all his malnutrition and stuff taken care of by Madam Pomfrey, and then went to live with Professor McGonagall (Aunt Minnie, in private). He is a descendant of the Peverells, the Flamels, Morgana Le Fay, Merlin, Potters (obviously, as that's his last name), and all four of the founders of Hogwarts. The first time he went to Gringotts, the goblins found that his magical core was reduced by 70%, and took care of the problem, and uncovered the abilities that he had included wandless magic, parseltongue—and parselmagic—, he has an eidetic memory, he's an arch mage, can cast any spell silently, and can turn into any animal with just a thought. His school supplies include a multiple compartment trunk (see previous chapters) and an e-reader which contains all his school books and any extra reading that's related to studying. Harry was sorted into Ravenclaw house at Hogwarts, ate the feast, then proceeded to the common room where he obtained a map that was helpful to new students to get around the castle without getting lost. Even with said map, he barely made it to his first class on time, due to all the people that were hovering so close to him that he couldn't win a race against a snail.
A/N: bold lettering is excerpted from the book
As the classes started with seeing who all was there, which was also for the teachers' benefit of matching names with faces, there were a few minutes for Harry to catch his breath from having to run to make his class on time. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. When Harry realized this, he figured that he'd better get used to all the gawking if even the teachers reacted this way to his mere presence. Once the roll call was out of the way, Professor Flitwick handed out quizzes to see, first of all, how much everyone had grasped from reading the books, and secondly, to see if any students needed particular assistance in learning the material. As Harry looked over his quiz, he realized very quickly that he already knew everything, and began filling in the answers immediately. A mere fifteen minutes later, he had finished the quiz and handed it in, and asked Professor Flitwick what there was to do. Professor Flitwick, after glancing over Harry's quiz, suggested that he might go ahead and go to the library to read up on some more books until just before class was over, then to make his way to the next class while the halls were relatively empty. Harry realized that he couldn't keep competing with all the halls being crowded between every class, so he agreed that it would be best to maneuver between classes just before the class time had let out. With that suggestion planted firmly in his mind, he went to the library for a half an hour to potentially find some books that he was interested in but had not seen when he had gone to Flourish and Blotts.
Before Harry knew it, there were eight minutes left until the end of class time. He took the three books he had located up to the librarian, Madam Pince, to check them out so that he could read them later. That being done, he quickly made his way toward his next class, arriving outside the door just as the previous class was let out. Getting to the classroom ahead of time like this had both its advantages and its drawbacks. the advantage being that he wouldn't be late for his class, but the drawback being that students from the previous class could spend time trying to ask Harry questions about what he remembered of that dreadful night that Voldemort had killed his parents and attempted to kill him. Luckily, though, they couldn't stand around asking him questions for too long, as they had to get to their own classes on time. Once these students left, Harry quickly slipped into the classroom so that he wouldn't be caught outside by the time any more students came along.
Professor Snape, like Professor Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Professor Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name.
"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity."
Ronald Weasley, and his apparently new friends,couldn't control the mirth as they thought of what Professor Snape might do to Harry, because they had heard some very interesting rumors about the greasy bat from older classmates that had been in his classes already. Perhaps unfortunately for them, Professor Snape heard this, and bellowed out "5 Points from Hufflepuff for interrupting". Snape then finished calling the names and looked up at the class.
"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 — likemost other teachers, Harry assumed, 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, and even put a stopper in death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." The room was almost completely silent as most of the class was busy writing this down.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"You would get a sleeping potion so powerful, it would be known as the Draught of the Living Death, Sir."
The look on Professor Snape's face was incredulous, as he didn't think that the brat would have known the answer to this question. He racked his brain for a couple of minutes to try and find a question that the brat wouldn't know the answer to, before deciding to try asking him a trick question.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"Nothing, sir. Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, which is also known as aconite."
At his once again perfect answer, Professor Snape started seething inside with rage. Determined to catch him with a question that Harry wouldn't know, he decided to try something different, on a potion that wasn't normally even attempted until fifth year, thinking that this time he had the brat right where he wanted him.
"Very good, Potter. It seems that you just might make it in this class after all. I, however, have one more question for you before we get started with the day's potion. Could you perhaps tell me two ingredients in the potion known as the Draught of Peace?"
As Professor Snape asked this question, Harry had to think about it for a minute, which caused a huge grin to appear on Professor Snape's face. However, said grin melted away faster than chocolate ice cream in the middle of summer as Harry replied, "Yes, sir, I can. Two of the ingredients used in the Draught of Peace are six ounces of powdered moonstone and two drops of hellebore."
Once Harry finished speaking, Professor Snape fainted to the floor, having not expected someone who had been at Hogwarts for only two days to know such a tricky potion, and didn't revive until four minutes before the end of class. Once he was revived, however, he glared menacingly at Harry, and said "Thirty points from Ravenclaw and a detention for cheating" with a nasty glint in his eye. "Please stay after class in order to arrange your detention." Inwardly, Professor Snape was maniacally happy that his plans to keep Ravenclaw from getting too many points was off to a good start, having taken away all that had been earned that day already in other classes, albeit with an unfair ruse. Also, he was happy that he was able to deduct five points from a Weasley, which had been for a little revenge against Fred and George Weasley because of the prank they had pulled on him at the leaving feast last year after the house cup had been awarded. He was planning on taking points from them directly if the opportunity presented itself, and even if it didn't, he was going to make an opportunity to do so arise, as he wasn't satisfied with taking points from just Ronald as he was in a different house than the twins.
After the class ended, Professor Snape dismissed the rest of his students then turned toward Harry to get the detention arranged. He knew that the First years' curfew was nine o'clock, and planned to take advantage of this to deduct even more points by catching Harry out after curfew. The detention was arranged for two hours' of cauldron cleaning without magic, beginning at seven at night. Harry, however, also knew that curfew was nine o'clock, so asked if he was going to get a permission slip to get back to his common room after the detention, which caused Professor Snape to grudgingly change the start time to six thirty. He then told Harry to get out of his sight and go to lunch, which Harry did gladly, as he was ravenously hungry.
Professor McGonagall was different than Harry had thought she would be, at least while in the process of teaching a class. Harry had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of somewhat complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. Except for Harry, whom Aunt Minnie *er, Professor McGonagall* knew could do this already, by the end of the lesson, only Hermione Granger had made any difference to her match; Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave Hermione a rare smile. While the remainder of the class was attempting to transfigure their match sticks into needles, Harry quickly, yet lazily, transfigured a round dozen match sticks, then got out his e-reader to continue his third time of reading through his first year's books so that they stood out more prominently in his mind than the further years' books. A few minutes before the end of class, Professor McGonagall approached Harry and suggested that he go ahead and pack up early so that he wouldn't have to be fighting the main crowds to get to the Ravenclaw common room for a bit of relaxation before dinner.
A couple of weeks into classes, a notice had appeared on the notice boards of the common rooms, stating that flying lessons were to begin on Sunday, with all houses learning together. As anyone could have predicted, this was discussed (very loudly) over dinner that evening as everyone who had either heard or read about this particular event knew that this was the first year this was being done. Always before this, the houses were either individual or paired up with only one other house for these lessons. Finally, as if the noise level was getting to him, Professor Dumbledore cast a sonorous charm at his neck, then got everyone's attention. He announced that all the houses were being put together for the flying lessons this year, since for the past few years, attendance had been down due to there being casualties of the war. He also said that if any particular student did not agree with this decision, that the flying lessons were not being forced onto anyone, and they could just sit these particular lessons out.
"Typical," thought Harry darkly. "Exactly what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of the whole school." He had been anticipating learning to fly more than any thing else.
Finally, the morning arrived that they would be learning to fly, and even Harry knew better than to try asking if he could learn on his own broom, as he wasn't really supposed to even have it there at school with him. Harry heard someone shouting from the Gryffindor table about Neville having gotten a Remembrall, which Harry felt wasn't a very useful tool, as it didn't even give you a hint as to what you had forgotten, but then he noticed Draco Malfoy attempting to cause trouble. Before he could react, he saw that Professor McGonagall had also seen what was about to happen, and had suddenly appeared as if out of thin air.
"What's going on?"
"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
At two-thirty that afternoon, Harry, along with the rest of the students, hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the for bidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
Harry had heard several older students complain about the school brooms while in the common room, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.
Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk. Also with Madam Hooch was the school nurse, in case anything happened, as it was the first time in the air for some of the students. Harry was also slightly aware that there were a few people in the distance watching this, but he didn't know who any of them were, so after alerting Madam Hooch, he decided that it wasn't any further concern of his and resumed his focus on the lesson at hand. After checking out who all was viewing the proceedings, to make sure that there wasn't anyone there that shouldn't be, Madam Hooch rejoined the group.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!' "
"UP!" everyone shouted.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground.
Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows cor recting their grips. It seemed that a lot of students were delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two —"
As Madam Hooch said the word "two", all of a sudden, Neville's broom, for some reason, no one ever found out why, had suddenly started rising, even though Neville hadn't kicked off. Due to this, Neville quickly grasped the broom tightly with both hands, as he was afraid he would fall off.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle — fifteen feet — twenty-eight feet — forty feet. Harry, who somehow knew that this could only end badly if something wasn't done, instinctively pushed off of the ground with a very firm kick, and shot up into the air even faster than Neville had. He then watched Neville carefully for any signs that he needed some assistance, and none too soon, for he had seen that Neville's broom had suddenly tipped over to one side when it had reached sixty-five feet in the air. Neville, not having experienced how to handle brooms yet, and also without having the instinctual knowledge of it like Harry seemed to have, had fallen off, and almost as suddenly, Harry reacted, shooting forward at a steep angle so that he would meet Neville before he had hit the ground. Finally, when they were about eight feet off the ground, Harry caught Neville, but with an unforeseen complication. The momentum which Neville had attained while he had been falling had been greater than Harry was expecting but was reduced by Harry having been there, although it caused Harry to fall the rest of the way to the ground. The impact broke both of his ankles and one of his wrists, but his actions had saved a fellow student's life.
Since the event was witnessed by so many students, it wasn't long at all before the remaining teachers had heard about Harry's heroic efforts while at the first flying lesson. By the time Madam Pomfrey had released Harry from the hospital wing after treating the injuries he had sustained, giving him extra time before he was allowed to walk due to both ankles having been broken, it was dinner time, so Harry went to eat. after eating, he went to the library to return the books that he had borrowed, and to look for some more books. He was so engrossed in picking out what seemed to be interesting volumes that he lost track of the time, until when he inadvertently walked past Madam Pince's desk, intending to go to the other side of the library to continue looking for books, and she informed him that it was ten minutes until nine. Surprised, Harry quickly checked out, and ran all the way to the common room, making it in just as it became nine o' clock.
After having run the entire way from the library, it took Harry a moment to catch his breath, and therefore he didn't immediately notice anything unusual. As he became aware of his surroundings, he noticed that the same people that he didn't know from the flying lesson, along with two other people, were sitting with Professor Flitwick. When Harry had recovered sufficiently from running and begun to move into the room, Professor Flitwick indicated that he was to join him and his guests. As Harry approached, the group stood up and each of them shook his hand in turn. After everyone had sat down, Harry was introduced to them as follows: Dunbar Oglethorpe – Chief of Quidditch Union for the Administration and Betterment of the British League and its Endeavours (Q.U.A.B.B.L.E.); Josef Wronski – Polish Quidditch Seeker for the Grodzisk Goblins, inventor of the Wronski Feint; Ludovic Bagman – Quidditch Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps and Head of the Department of Games and Sports within the Ministry of Magic; Meghan McCormack –Quidditch Keeper for Puddlemere United; Amelia Susan Bones – Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; and Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic. As he heard the title of the last person, he fainted.
After Harry had been revived from his fainting, he was asked if that had been his first time on a broom, to which they got a reply that it was. After a few minutes of talking about Quidditch, during which time Harry was also thinking over why Minister Fudge would take time out of his supposedly busy schedule to see him, a mere first year, Minister Fudge stood up. "Mr. Harry Potter, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I am here to present you with an Order of Merlin, Second Class, for risking your own life to save that of a fellow student. Also with the Order of Merlin, you receive two hundred fifty thousand galleons, which have been deposited into your trust vault at Gringotts bank. Here is the deposit slip showing record of the deposit. Now that my purpose for being here has been taken care of, I must be getting home" said Minister Fudge.
Professor Flitwick, and indeed the remainder of the people that were still in the room, were gob-smacked to see Harry receive the Order of Merlin at such a young age. Harry was then informed that he is the youngest person to have ever received the award, beating out a 15 year old Norvel Twonk who had died while saving a Muggle child from being savaged by a manticore. The talk then turned back to Quidditch, and continued until just a few minutes before ten, at which time Professor Flitwick suggested that Harry get to bed so that he would be well-rested for classes the next day.
After the excitement of the first flying lesson, things settled down into a dull routine. Professor Flitwick had talked Headmaster Dumbledore into allowing Harry, even though he was only a first year, to join the tryouts for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Professor Dumbledore finally agreed, on concession that Harry must keep all his grades at Exceeds Expectations or above. This was mainly due to the fact that Professor Dumbledore didn't know about Harry's extra studying before he had come to Hogwarts, and also he didn't have any spies within Ravenclaw to know that Harry was reading advanced books that were meant for people that had already graduated. Harry had been keeping up on his physical fitness by going out every morning and running around the lake for an hour and a half, then going in and taking a shower before breakfast. The only people that were aware of this were Hagrid, due to the fact that Harry's normal course went past his hut, and Professor Sprout who had caught him at it a few times while working early in the greenhouses. Sundays also contained flying lessons for the first years and any other students that wished to join to improve their flying skills. Finally, Thursday the 2nd rolled around, which was the day that the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, third year Roger Davies, had decided that the Ravenclaw Quidditch tryouts were to take place. By this time, Harry had had three flying lessons (he went to them anyway because he enjoyed flying so much).
The tryouts were being held in order to select new beaters, keeper, and seeker, as well as reserve chasers. The only returning players from the previous year's team were the chasers, third year Roger Davies, and fifth years Jeremy Stretton and Randolph Burrow. First up were the warm-ups so that the students were able to get used to the current conditions so that they wouldn't interfere with the flying during tryouts. After the warm-ups, Roger called for everyone to go off to the sidelines except for those trying out to be the team's new beaters. The only obvious choice here was a second year Duncan Inglebee, who although young, had a mean swing on him. He had gotten ready and swung at a bludger, knocking it half way down the Quidditch pitch before it could regain its control to try and target anyone else. The remaining three players that were trying out to be a beater were all evenly matched, so Roger decided to put fifth year Penelope Clearwater as the other player, with having the other two people that tried out, both second years Eddie Carmichael and Marcus Belby, as reserve beaters. Next, they tried out five keepers, with the chasers each taking ten shots at the goals. The top two ended up each saving 27 out of 30 attempts, and so had a second run of two goal attempts from each of the chasers, in which second year Grant Page saved all six shots, and the new reserve keeper, third year Bobby Bradley, had saved five.
Finally, it was time for the tryouts for the position of Seeker, which Harry was trying out for. The only thing that could have been changed, in his opinion, would have been if he were allowed to try out on his own broom, but as a first year, he wasn't supposed to have it there, so he selected one of the school brooms. First there was an impromptu race between all hopefuls, tournament style as there were eight people trying out to be seeker. Harry easily won his first round, and gladly went off to watch the other hopefuls. After the other three heats, it was time for round two. The girl that won round two before him (he was in the second heat of round two) looked to be quite speedy. Harry then approached his next opponent, and wished her luck with a handshake, which was returned. As their race finished, Harry had won by only a couple of broom lengths, and so went into the final round, after taking a minute to get a drink of water. The final round was a grueling ten laps around the inside of the Quidditch pitch (the prior rounds having been three and six laps respectively). He then shook hands with his opponent, who introduced herself as Cho Chang, and got into position for the race.
As they came around the last bend on the final lap, Harry was slightly behind Cho Chang, and he wanted to win, so he pushed a bit more of his magic into the broom for added speed, and came up dead even with her just as they hit the finish line. All in all, for using a school broom, he felt that this was quite an accomplishment, due to the fact that Cho was using a Nimbus 2000. After the races were over, the top four competitors were each given a set length of time to see who could capture the snitch the most times, and Harry barely caught it one more time than Cho had, but if he had hesitated another second, the results would have been tied here too. After all the results were in, Roger Davies, the captain, announced that Harry would be the main seeker, with Cho Chang being on the reserve team. Harry was thrilled with this news, and once they got their reserve chasers, ran off to tell his Aunt Minnie. She was impressed that he had managed to make the main team with trying out on a school broom, and told him to go shrink his trunk down, and to then bring it to her office, so that he could give her his broom so that she could give it to him the next morning at breakfast (to keep up the pretenses that it had been at home).
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