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Harry and his new friends, made sure they arrived early for transfigurations to make sure they didn't miss anything. When they made it into the classroom they found it strangely empty besides a tabby cat that sat on the table.
"I wonder if that cat is Professor McGonagall Familiar," said Harry approaching the cat, he placed his hand in front of the cat for it to sniff. Once it seemed okay Harry began to scratch it behind the ear.
"We should probably start taking the notes on the board," said Susan, looking at the board.
"Good idea, sorry kitty I have some work to do," said Harry, making his way towards the desks.
As the minutes began to pass the room filled and after several more minutes Ron Weasley and another boy burst in.
"Thank merlin the teacher isn't here yet," said Ron, smirking but that smirk left soon after he finished when the cat jumped from its perch and transformed into the professor.
"You were saying Mr. Weasley," asked Professor McGonagall, looking at the two boys.
Harry could feel his cheeks heat up, coming to the conclusion that he had just scratched his teacher behind her ears. But came back to reality when Ron answered Professor McGonagal.
"That was brilliant," said Ron, taken back at the sight of the teacher.
"Now that everyone is here, we can begin our lesson," said Professor McGonagall, walking to the front of the class.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." said Mcgonogall, looking to the class to make sure everyone heard her.
Then with a flick of her wrist and tap of her wand her desk was soon replaced with a pig.
"Now then, your class today will be far less glamorous than turning a desk into a pig, today you will be working on changing this match stick into a needle, this will take some time so don't expect to get it on the first try," said Mcgonagal, as she flicked her wand and match sticks appeared in front of the students.
Harry studied the wand movements and thought back to what his grandma Sophia taught him, so after thinking about what the needle looked like, and felt like he tapped the matchstick and after a few seconds the wood shifted and shrunk and turned to metal.
"Pst, Harry, how did you get that so quick," asked Susan, who was struggling.
"My Grandma is a transfiguration mistress, do you want some help," asked Harry, looking at the match which had turned a grey color during the process.
Harry began filling in Susan on what might help, and even offered it to the two slytherins behind them.
Soon all that was left were needles on the desks, when Mcgonagal came to check on progress she was surprised to see a needle on four students' desks, and Harry, helping the students to his left and behind him.
"Mr Petrillo well done, 5 points to Hufflepuff for a perfect transfiguration, and another 10 for helping your fellow classmates," said Mcgonagal, picking up the needle and showing it to the students.
Harry grinned at the point gane and Minerva thought back to a certain red haired witch that had the same smile and the same eyes.
Once class was over Harry and Susan were speaking with the two slytherins that had been sitting behind them but parted way as they went to separate classes.
The duo arrived at the charms class which according to upper years was a half goblin named Filius Flitiwick, arriving at the door Susan and Harry made their way up the strands and were met by Hannah who had stayed behind to talk to Professor McGonogal.
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.
Harry walked with Susan, and Hannah, as they made there way to potions.
The group of Hufflepuffs and ravenclaws made their way into the classroom and took seats in pairs.
Harry was paired with Susan and a random Ravenclaw sat with Hannah and the rest of the class took their seats.
Snape came into the classroom, his robes billowing behind him like the wings of a bat, like Professor Flitwick, Snape started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name.
"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Peterillo is it. Our new—celebrity." said Snape looking at the boy with curiosity in his eyes even if his face held annoyance.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. While his voice was not loud it's harshness and the command he had over the class made sure everyone heard it.
"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." Snape finished with his speech and looked over the class making sure everyone had heard him clearly.
Harry had been entranced by the words, if Professor Snape could teach them all that stuff the Potions was sure to be his favorite class at Hogwarts.
"Petrillo!" said Snape , grabbing the boys attention further.
"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood," asked Snape, looking at the boy who had a small smile on his face and obvious joy in his eyes at the question.
"You would get a potion known as the drought of living death, a sleep potion so potent one sip you would never wake up," said Harry with a grin.
Snape was surprised at the answer not expecting a correct answer, a brief flash to Lily filled his mind at the boy's eager answer but he quickly shook it away.
"Very well where would I find a bezoar," Snape asked multiple Ravenclaws eager to answer.
"Some would say a goat but they can be found in any animal with a ruminant digestive system," said Harry, having read his mother's notes on potion ingredients.
"Do you have an example," asked Snape, wanting to test the boy further.
"A deer, or cow sir," Harry said clearly, happy to provide the answer.
"That is correct Mr. Petriollo, not many would know that ." said Snape, surprised but awkwardly pleased at the answer.
"Lastly What is the difference, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"That's a trick question sir, there's the same plant also known as aconite," Harry answered, having his aunt Rose teach him Herbology before he left was the best decision he ever made, well that and studying his mom's potions note book.
"Correct Mr. Petrillo, 10 points to HufflePuff, well why aren't the rest of you writing that down," Snape demanded, listening to the scratch of parchment and quills.
The rest of the lesson was going smoothly Susan and Harry both having worked on potions with their families had understood the necessity of cutting and chopping just right.
Susan and Harry talked quietly amongst themselves and were only pulled away from their discussions when a cauldron blew up behind them.
Susan seeing the fleued raining down in their direction summoned a shield to cover them.
"Idiot boys," shouted Snape, coming over to the culprit which turned out to be a gryffindor boy and Ron Weasley, who were quickly being covered in boils.
One week later in a staff meeting.
"So over all how would we say this years batch of first years are," asked Dumbledore, at the staff meeting
"Well I'm fairly happy with my new Gryffindors even if I'm disappointed by the newest Weasley, quite frankly the boy is a bully, and I've had many complaints about him," said Minerva, with a sigh.
"Yes as have I, he's tried bullying my first year Ravens into doing his homework, which failed since they came to me but the boy hasn't stopped," said Filius, with a glare, how could anyone be such a brute.
"Yes Albus, he has this delusion that you're going to protect him, since he's a member of a light family and friends, with the boy-who-lived," sneered Severous, disgusted by the boy.
"Even when Mr. Petrillo won't give him the time of day," continued Severus, with a smirk.
"Well I can assure you all that won't be happening, I've learned my lesson from Mr. Potter and Mr. Black," said Albus, looking at his staff, he allowed them and even Tom Riddle to get away with too much, maybe if he acted more as a teacher then a friend so many lives wouldn't have been lost.
This shocked the staff thinking they would get his usual lets approach this calmly and be patient, to see him wanting to take more action made them both happy and confused.
"I'll speak with Molly about his behavior, see if anything can be done," said Albus, ending the topic of Ron Weasley for the night.
"Besides, Mr. Weasley, the only other noteworthy lion at this time, Ms. Granger, she's a brilliant witch and could go far. One of my concerns for her however is her tendency for being a know it all, she also seems to alienate her classmates because of it," said Minerva with a sigh of resignation.
"That and what seems to be her blind obedience to authority while a well behaved student is one thing it seems, she blindly follows orders and rules without questioning them," said Minevera, getting nodes from her colleagues who had noticed the same thing.
"Well have to nip that in the bud then, before it can be a problem in the future," said Albus, while he likes well behaved students as much as the next professor, blind faith and obedience was never a good thing.
"Now then the rest of you," asked Albus, wanting to hear about the rest of the first years.
"Well I have a my usual Group of Ravens, they each seem to have their own strengths but nothing not worthy just yet," said Filius, with a smile
Albus nodded expecting as much they rarely got any trouble or notes from Ravenclaws in their first week.
"Well as we all know Harry Po-Petrillo was sorted into my house, he's a wonderful boy, he helps his housemates the best he can with homework," said Pomona, with a smile.
"He doesn't cause any trouble and he makes friends in other houses, caring little for the feuds" said Pomona, getting smiles from her co workers who agreed as well.
"Even I must admit the boy is nothing like I thought, he reminds me of his mother," said Severus with a bit of a growl.
"And I've heard a few of my snakes speaking kindly about him," said Severus, with a frown, he had been prepared to hate the boy, not see an innocent boy so much like his dearest friend.
"Yes I have gotten complaints from ms. Granger who thinks he's somehow cheating in his work but I have no evidence of that and think of it as bad case of jelousy," said Minerva with a shake of her head.
"Well than if that's all this meeting is adjourned," said Albus, with a smile ending the meeting for the night.