There's also the fact that everything seen so far in the story kind of seems to indicate that you have to be at least a little off your rocker to befriend a monster. So talking to "himself" probably isn't the weirdest thing about Harry...it's just that it's the only thing we can see in context because our narrator is third person limited from Harry's POV.
Harry Potter Harry Potter and Childish Things
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Sorry, not an update, but I have a couple of questions:
One of my reviewers mentiopned that I should change Rex's text, so that he talks like THIS when he's large and like This or this when's he's small.
Second, does anyone want to beta this? I'd like to have someone to bounce ideas and such off of, without worrying about spoilers for everyone else. It also could help me keep on track a bit more.
Third, anyone feel up to cooking up some monsters? Monsters are going to be an integral part of the story as it progresses, and having a good selection of monsters might inspire things to go in a new and hopefully interesting direction. I won;t promise to use them, but if the monster catches my interest, they might make an appearance. I can always randomly generate a monster, but I'd like to see what you guys can cook up.
Lastly, does anyone have ideas for personalities for the Hufflepuff first years? NDF posted a list of the first years Here, but most of them are blank slates. Even a couple fo sentences would give me something to build off of, so I'd appreciate it.
Wait, one last thing: should I put the next chapter into a new thread, and do the same with the following chapters, or should I keep it in this one?
One of my reviewers mentiopned that I should change Rex's text, so that he talks like THIS when he's large and like This or this when's he's small.
Second, does anyone want to beta this? I'd like to have someone to bounce ideas and such off of, without worrying about spoilers for everyone else. It also could help me keep on track a bit more.
Third, anyone feel up to cooking up some monsters? Monsters are going to be an integral part of the story as it progresses, and having a good selection of monsters might inspire things to go in a new and hopefully interesting direction. I won;t promise to use them, but if the monster catches my interest, they might make an appearance. I can always randomly generate a monster, but I'd like to see what you guys can cook up.
Lastly, does anyone have ideas for personalities for the Hufflepuff first years? NDF posted a list of the first years Here, but most of them are blank slates. Even a couple fo sentences would give me something to build off of, so I'd appreciate it.
Wait, one last thing: should I put the next chapter into a new thread, and do the same with the following chapters, or should I keep it in this one?
Even the canon HPverse has a small stable (bad pun) of monsters that could challenge a monster like Rex.
From book 1, the Troll and Fluffy, and maybe Norbert if you let them find out about the baby dragon late enough, and maybe the centaurs too.
From book 2, the Basilisk and the spiders, especially Aragog.
From book 3, the Dementors, maybe the Whomping Willow.
Book 4 doesn't have many new ones that could be fought publicly, aside from maybe Voldie himself.
Maybe Hagrid's brother Grawp from book 5.
From there I'm stumped. I think some of the other monsters mentioned in the HPverse, though we never see them actually fight I don't think, were the Nundu, the Inferi, Vampires, Werewolves, Veela (heh,) Fawkes?, the other monster the patronus could be used on though I forget the name, grindilows and mermen and the giant squid if any fights go underwater. Not too sure how many of those would last long in a fight against Rex except in large numbers. Hmmm... Maybe I'll come up with a few ideas for some new monsters later, though there's always the tried and true classic - giant versions of existing animals. Giant ant, Giant Leech, Giant Bee, Giant Bird, etc. Hope some of that might help.
From book 1, the Troll and Fluffy, and maybe Norbert if you let them find out about the baby dragon late enough, and maybe the centaurs too.
From book 2, the Basilisk and the spiders, especially Aragog.
From book 3, the Dementors, maybe the Whomping Willow.
Book 4 doesn't have many new ones that could be fought publicly, aside from maybe Voldie himself.
Maybe Hagrid's brother Grawp from book 5.
From there I'm stumped. I think some of the other monsters mentioned in the HPverse, though we never see them actually fight I don't think, were the Nundu, the Inferi, Vampires, Werewolves, Veela (heh,) Fawkes?, the other monster the patronus could be used on though I forget the name, grindilows and mermen and the giant squid if any fights go underwater. Not too sure how many of those would last long in a fight against Rex except in large numbers. Hmmm... Maybe I'll come up with a few ideas for some new monsters later, though there's always the tried and true classic - giant versions of existing animals. Giant ant, Giant Leech, Giant Bee, Giant Bird, etc. Hope some of that might help.
Let me rephrase it then.
Which of these three should I use for Rex's speech
#1
Large Rex: "HI."
Small Rex: "HI."
#2
Large Rex: "HI."
Small Rex: "Hi."
#3
Large Rex: "HI."
Small Rex: "hi."
As a reward for helping me with this, enjoy this omake.
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"DUH...NUH."
Harry looked around, but couldn't see where Rex was, or why he was making that sound. Cedric and Cho seemed to be too caught up in their little game to notice.
"DUH...NUH."
If only he could remember why that noise was filling hm with such foreboding.
"DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH."
Harry's eyes widened as he recalled just where he heard that before. Sadly, Harry was torn between shouting a warning and getting in trouble for sneaking in a peeping, and hoping that whatever Rex was planning wasn't too bad.
"DUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUH!!!"
The two other occupants still didn't notice the ominous sound, as Cho giggled and shot across the bath. As she turned to glance at her partner, Rex struck.
Rex burst forth from the bubbled, let loose a predatory roar, and swallowed the Hogwarts champion whole. Cho stared in horror, before screaming, and running out of the prefects bathroom.
"Come on Rex! We've got to get out of here before she comes back!" Harry ordered, running out of the bathroom under he invisibility cloak.
"HANG ON A MINUTE HARRY. JUST LET ME-"
"No, NOW!"
"FINE." Rex replied, somewhat garbled, Harry flinched at the sound of Rex spitting out what was probably Cedric's remains somewhere in the hallway.
"Did you have to spit him out in the hall?!"
"HEY, I SPIT HIM IN A CLOSET, NOT THE HALLWAY."
"Whatever let's just get out of here!"
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Fortunately, Cedric wasn't killed, merely coated in slobber. Unfortunately, Rex spit him into the Vanishing Cabinet, leaving Cho firmly convinced that there was a monster in the prefects bathroom. Her completely rational fear of Rex quickly mutated into an irrational fear of water, particularly baths. Even when Cedric reappeared just a week later, it was far too late.
Cho refused to enter the baths, and that quickly worsened to refusing to bathe in any form. When Dumbledore informed her what the second task would involved, she immediately began screaming and hexing everything in sight. From there, things only went downhill.
By the end of the year, Cho was filthy, refused to leave her room, and was often muttering to herself about "the beast in the water." Even when the school closed for the summer she refused to leave, leaving calling in specialists from St. Mungo's as the only option. She spent the next three years undergoing various treatments to break her of her fears, but even with that, she required a watcher in case of one of her frequent relapses.
Needless to say, Harry never took Rex to the baths again.
-Did I get the Jaws them right?
Which of these three should I use for Rex's speech
#1
Large Rex: "HI."
Small Rex: "HI."
#2
Large Rex: "HI."
Small Rex: "Hi."
#3
Large Rex: "HI."
Small Rex: "hi."
As a reward for helping me with this, enjoy this omake.
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"DUH...NUH."
Harry looked around, but couldn't see where Rex was, or why he was making that sound. Cedric and Cho seemed to be too caught up in their little game to notice.
"DUH...NUH."
If only he could remember why that noise was filling hm with such foreboding.
"DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH-DUH-NUH."
Harry's eyes widened as he recalled just where he heard that before. Sadly, Harry was torn between shouting a warning and getting in trouble for sneaking in a peeping, and hoping that whatever Rex was planning wasn't too bad.
"DUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUHDUHNUH!!!"
The two other occupants still didn't notice the ominous sound, as Cho giggled and shot across the bath. As she turned to glance at her partner, Rex struck.
Rex burst forth from the bubbled, let loose a predatory roar, and swallowed the Hogwarts champion whole. Cho stared in horror, before screaming, and running out of the prefects bathroom.
"Come on Rex! We've got to get out of here before she comes back!" Harry ordered, running out of the bathroom under he invisibility cloak.
"HANG ON A MINUTE HARRY. JUST LET ME-"
"No, NOW!"
"FINE." Rex replied, somewhat garbled, Harry flinched at the sound of Rex spitting out what was probably Cedric's remains somewhere in the hallway.
"Did you have to spit him out in the hall?!"
"HEY, I SPIT HIM IN A CLOSET, NOT THE HALLWAY."
"Whatever let's just get out of here!"
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Fortunately, Cedric wasn't killed, merely coated in slobber. Unfortunately, Rex spit him into the Vanishing Cabinet, leaving Cho firmly convinced that there was a monster in the prefects bathroom. Her completely rational fear of Rex quickly mutated into an irrational fear of water, particularly baths. Even when Cedric reappeared just a week later, it was far too late.
Cho refused to enter the baths, and that quickly worsened to refusing to bathe in any form. When Dumbledore informed her what the second task would involved, she immediately began screaming and hexing everything in sight. From there, things only went downhill.
By the end of the year, Cho was filthy, refused to leave her room, and was often muttering to herself about "the beast in the water." Even when the school closed for the summer she refused to leave, leaving calling in specialists from St. Mungo's as the only option. She spent the next three years undergoing various treatments to break her of her fears, but even with that, she required a watcher in case of one of her frequent relapses.
Needless to say, Harry never took Rex to the baths again.
-Did I get the Jaws them right?
And the first version has Rex talk in ALLCAPS regardless of his size.
Anyways, since no one seems interested in cooking up NPC personalities, I used the D&D generator to cook up a couple possibilities. Some of them are physical traits, but could be used as a base. What do you think?
Persona1
Moody
Bad Breath
Bookish
Persona2
Unusual Eye Color
Smells Nice
Rude
Persona3
Tall
High Voice
Proud
Likes Singing
Persona 4
Truthful
Doesn't like Girls
Careless
Persona 5
No Sense of Humor
Neurotic
Hard of Hearing
Persona 6
Foppish
Unusual Hair Color
Tattoo (Family)
Persona 7
Cowardly
Shaky Hands
Collects Things
Persona 8
Chews Gum
Aloof
Curious
9
Passionate about a Hobby
Short
Fidgety
10
Uses flowery speech and long words
overbearing
Energetic
Anyways, since no one seems interested in cooking up NPC personalities, I used the D&D generator to cook up a couple possibilities. Some of them are physical traits, but could be used as a base. What do you think?
Persona1
Moody
Bad Breath
Bookish
Persona2
Unusual Eye Color
Smells Nice
Rude
Persona3
Tall
High Voice
Proud
Likes Singing
Persona 4
Truthful
Doesn't like Girls
Careless
Persona 5
No Sense of Humor
Neurotic
Hard of Hearing
Persona 6
Foppish
Unusual Hair Color
Tattoo (Family)
Persona 7
Cowardly
Shaky Hands
Collects Things
Persona 8
Chews Gum
Aloof
Curious
9
Passionate about a Hobby
Short
Fidgety
10
Uses flowery speech and long words
overbearing
Energetic
May I also suggest TV Tropes?
01: A Bookworm Tsundere with Halitosis
03: Mr Blaise Zabini? (amateur Opera singer?) (natural countertenor?)
06: So a Dandy/Metrosexual with an unusual hair colour (Green?) and has a family tattoo.
10: So a Genki Girl or Keet who loves to speak in Purple Language and uses a lot of Long Words... I Really Like it!
Still I like all the ideas...
Please help me finish this list... :help:
Have Fun!!!!!!
01: A Bookworm Tsundere with Halitosis
03: Mr Blaise Zabini? (amateur Opera singer?) (natural countertenor?)
06: So a Dandy/Metrosexual with an unusual hair colour (Green?) and has a family tattoo.
10: So a Genki Girl or Keet who loves to speak in Purple Language and uses a lot of Long Words... I Really Like it!
Still I like all the ideas...
Please help me finish this list... :help:
Have Fun!!!!!!
Next chapter is in rough draft form. Still got a lot of stuff I want to expand upon and I'm sure I forgot to include a thing or two, but it should be 100% done by the weekend.
Enjoy what I have so far.
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Harry was greeted with hearty welcomes and many slaps on the back by his new house mates, and was quickly overwhelmed by the experience. Fortunately, there were additional students to be sorted, and they quickly returned their attention to the ongoing sorting. Harry took the opportunity presented by the change of focus to look around the table. A lot of people, mainly the newly selected first years, watched with rapt attention as the Sorting continued. Others chose to use the time to chat with their friends, only paying attention when the Hat shouted their house name. Unfortunately, the window of observation closed as Zabini, Blaise was sorted into Slytherin.
Dinner proved no less eventful, as the tables were suddenly filled with all types of food, and the air was suddenly rife with ghosts of all shapes and sizes. Harry forgot to eat for a few moments as he watched them wander through the hall, engaging students in conversation, before one of the older students nudged him.
Harry began wolfing down the food, half listening to the conversations around him. He was mildly disappointed that aside from the context, the conversations were almost identical to the ones he overheard in the Muggle world. Gossip about summer activities, who was dating who, who was trying out for the sports team, and who started using glamor spells for their boyfriend. All just as boring as in the muggle world. Tuning out the conversations around him, Harry focused on enjoying the meal until the feast was called to an end and they were escorted to the Hufflepuff dormitories.
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The events in the common room were much more engaging, as the older students all but forced the newly minted Hufflepuffs to socialize. While an uncomfortable situation, Harry found himself grateful for it as he quickly learned the basics of his housemates. While not nearly enough to tell their life stories, save for one long winded first year, it helped break the ice between the nervous first years. Having learned on the train that monsters were as unknown in the magical world as the muggle world, Harry refrained from introducing Rex, despite his complaints.
After the initial introductions, the conversations became more casual, and people began to drift into groups. Harry soon found himself dragged into a conversation and did his best to keep up with the rapidly changing topics. What was it about girls that made them do that? Even Annabel abruptly changed the subject at times.
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Rex's complaints about Hogwarts quickly wore thin, leading Harry to leave his near constant companion in the room to whine to himself. Hopefully he would adjust to the magic rich environment soon. Harry didn't want to have to put up with the complaints for the entirety of his stay.
Harry quickly found that Hogwarts was unlike grade school he was used to, and more like the adventures he went on with Annabel. Nothing seemed to remain the same from one hour to the next.
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Transfiguration class was an unmitigated disaster. Professor McGonagall was a strict teacher, and quickly impressed upon her students that spellcasting, especially transfiguration, was serious business. If they were to have any hope of succeeding in this field, they would need to study hard, practice long, and above all, focus.
Unfortunately, Harry's focus was apparently not strong enough. When he attempted to replicate McGonagall's feat, his match, instead of transforming like hers, or doing nothing, like most students', his caught on fire.
McGonagall frowned as he meekly requested a second match, only for the same thing to happen again. After the fifth burnt match, Harry managed to avoid burning it completely, but was still greatly frustrated by his lack of progress. Just as class was coming to an end, Harry screwed up his face, and put everything he had into transforming the match before him.
On the bright side, it didn't catch on fire. Sadly, that was because it exploded instead. While no one was harmed, it left a sizable hole in the desk, and infuriated McGonagall into giving him detention later in the week, as well as losing ten points for Hufflepuff.
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Charms class was far less problematic, as Professor Flitwick seemed more concerned that they had fun than with getting things right. The atmosphere was far more relaxing and enjoyable as they alternately tried to light and extinguish candles. Harry's difficulties in transfiguration were a boon in charms, as he easily lit his candle, thought the burst of flame startled his partner, Susan, so badly she overdid the water summoning charm and soaked Harry.
Flitwick merely laughed, before casting a quick drying charm and solving Harry's predicament. The next several minutes were spent trying to get Susan to stop apologizing and offering to make it up. Apparently, she wouldn 't take no for an answer, which was how Harry found himself promising to attend a study session later in the week.
Afterwards, the class proceeded fairly smoothly, and concluded with a short assignment to list five uses for each of the charms they had learned.
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Herbology was another hands on class, but lacked the inherent riskiness of children wielding magic. Professor Sprout had a motherly persona, and calmly explained the wonders to be found in magical flora.
Afte the introductory spiel, she spent the first class giving the class a tour of Greenhouse One, while hlding a breif review session concerning the more common, and safe, magical plants they would be working with. While many of them looked no different from regular plants to their untrained eyes, there were several that were obviously unusual.
Harry particularly liked the Frutis Multiplicis, better known as the Fruit of the Month Tree.
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History of Magic was the same as any History class, except it was, if anything, more boring. Professor Binns droned endlessly about the Goblin Wars, occassionally lapsing into tangent of his personal experiences during his generations' war. Sadly, rather than the roaring hack and slash adventure Harry and the other boys were hoping for, Professor Binns had spent his time during the war learning the finer points of cleaning charms, in order to help ou his family's high quality cleaning service.
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Harry sighed, the week was nearly over, just one more class, and his first ever detention, and he could enjoy the weekend. He stopped by the dorm, partially to pick up his Potions siupplies, but mainly to check on Rex.
ôHow are you doing Rex?ö Harry said, pulling his partner out of his pillow case.
ôArgh... I think I'm doing better. Things seem less bright now. Maybe I'm getting used to it.ö Rex groaned pitifully.
Should I leave you to get some more rest?ô Harry asked.
ôNo, I think I'm good to go. Besides. This room is so boring, I think I'm going crazy.ö
ôAre you sure? I don't want you to burn down the school because it gives you a headache.ö
ôI won't!ö Rex whined.
ôAre you sure?ö
ôPositive!!!ö
ôYou promise?ö Harry responded, still skeptical about Rex' self control.
'Totally, now let's get out of here!ö Rex answered, hopping into Harry's bag.
Harry sighed, and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he gathered up the necessary items. It was only one class, how bad could things become?
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Harry regretted bringing Rex with him, as his partner continued to complain about the brightness Hogwarts displayed to his unique eyes. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to take him back to the room before Potions, so Harry just hoped that Rex would remain somewhat quiet. If he was really lucky, he might even take a nap.
Sighing to himself, knowing that the odds of Rex napping were almost zero, Harry just hurried to class.
ôYou're late. Two points from Hufflepuff.ö
Harry winced at the loss, and quickly apologized, ôSorry sir. I had to get something from my room.ö
ôWell, it seems that the great Harry Potter isn't all he's cracked up to be. Can't even get to class without having to waste time grabbing things he should have already had. Three more points from Hufflepuff.ö
Harry sat down, wincing at the glares Susan and Hannah were shooting him from across the room.
ôNow provided that none of the other Hufflepuffs are running late and wasting my class time, let us continue. I am Professor Severus Snape, and for your seven years at Hogwarts, I will be teaching you the art of potion making. There is no silly wand waving in my classroom, potions are a more refined practice, and if any of you possess the capability of understanding it, which I very much doubt, you will reach the peak of magical knowhow. With my instruction, you will learn how to brew power, mix fame, and even stopper death.ö
Snape turned to glare at them, ôNow, let's see if any of you have an ounce of talent, ö he waved his hand, and instructions appeared on th board behind him, ôYou have one hour to brew this simple hair potion. Try not to screw up.ö
Harry frowned at the board, before his table partner elbowed him, and he hastily began to pull out his equipment. Sadly, the lesson only worsened from there. Whereas McGonagall penalized him for the explosion, Snape penalized him for pretty much anything. The glares sent in his direction quickly changed to sympathy, as he was penalized for the least little things, like a slightly lighter shade than the standard potion.
By the end of class, Hufflepuff had lost a total of twenty five points, and Harry was so angry he didn't notice that Rex was no longer stashed in his book bag.
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ôHEY JERKFACE.ö
Snape sighed, it seemed that at least one student didn't understand the concept of respect. The same thing happened two years ago, when those accursed Weasley twins first arrived in Hogwarts. While they never ceased to irritate him, they learned not to confront him head on, just as this child would. Allowing himself a smug smirk, Snape drew his wand, intent on dealing with this ôthreat.ö He wouldn't make the mistake of holding back like with the Weasley Twins. Whoever was foolish enough to harass him was going to experience the tender mercies of the hospital wing for at least a month.
Snape threw the door open, only for his curse to die on his lips. Rather than the unprepared children he expected, he found himself face to face with a pair of drooling jaws.
ôI DON'T LIKE YOU. YOU'RE MEAN TO HARRY, AND YOU SMELL TERRIBLE. LIKE SOMETHING DEAD OR SOMETHING.ö
Snape smirked at hearing Harry's name. Clearly, the arrogant young brat had learned an illusion spell or two, and decided to have fun at his expense. His voice dripping with sarcasm, he responded, ôOh dear a terrible monster. If only there was someone to save me.ö
ôNO SUCH LUCK SMELLY.ö
ôI have no need for luck. Not when dealing with an arrogant brat like you Potter!ö Snape shouted, brandishing his wand and blasting the creature in front of him with a spell. He was mildly surprised that it withstood his initial attempt, but quickly cast again, and again, growing more annoyed with each attempt. No matter what spell he used to banish it, none seemed to work. Finally, his frustration reached its peak, and Snape resorted to less benign spells. The cycle continued, until Snape had enough.
ôSectum Sempra!ö
The beast roared, but more out of annoyance than any real pain. Black ichor dripped from its chest, but the wound only seemed to make it mad.
Flames began to drip from its jaws as it grinned sadistically, ôMY TURN.ö
Snape screamed as flames engulfed his face, and the reality of the monster before him consumed his mind.
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Meanwhile, Harry found himself experiencing McGonagall's detention. While nothing like some of the horror stories he had heard from the upper years, it was far from enjoyable.
McGonagall was a strict, no nonsense professor, and her detention was much the same. Intent on nipping a new troublemaker in the bud, she simply had Harry practice the basic transfiguration again and again, beliving that without a captive audience, he would quickly stop foling around and get it right.
Needless to say, after ten minutes and three boxes of matches, both partied were becoming frustrated.
ôMr. Potter! I insist that you stop fooling around! You will remain in detention until you manage to transfigure a match properly!ö McGonagall lectured, not quite yelling, but more than enough to frustrate the young wizard.
ôI'm trying! ö
McGonagall glared at him, ôö
A brief walk to the infirmary later, Harry found himself at the tender mercies of Madame Pomphrey. As McGonagall explained the exact nature of their prescence. Clucking her toungue, Pomphrey cast several spells on the bewildered boy, before annoucning her diagnosis.
ôIt seems Mr. Potter has a strong inclination towards pyromancy. His wand only serves to further exacerbate the problem, given that its core is dragon heartstring.ö
ôYou're saying that Mr. Potter can't help but set things aflame?ö
ôIndeed. His magic naturally attempts to take on a fire related purpose. The fact that he was working with a match just made the effects more pronounced. If Filius didn't start with the ignition charm and dousing charm, I'm sure that the same thing would have happened in his class.ö
ôI see.ö
ôYou'll have to spend some time practicing your spells Mr. Potter, as you learn more powerful spells, the effects of your inclination will become more pronounced unless you learn to control it. The sooner the better.ö
ôYes ma'am.ö
McGonagall sighed, ôWell, it appears that ö
ôNot so fast Mr. Potter.ö Harry sighed as he turned to face McGonagall. After nearly four hours, he wanted nothing more than to eat dinner, and goof off in the common room.
ôAs I would hate for any students to take advantage of their 'affliction,' you will spend the first Monday of every month in detention with me so your control can be assessed. I would hat efor Hogwarts to be burned to the ground because on of her students decided to be lazy.ö
ôYes Professor.ö
ôAnd fifteen points to Hufflepuff. Consider it an apology for doubting you Mr. Potter.ö
Harry thanked her, and walked to the Great Hall for dinner.
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ôMay I have your attention please.ö Dumbledore called from the teacher's table. ôEarlier today, Professor Snape suffered an unfortunate potions accident, which not only destroyed his chamber, but badly injured him. Until we can find a substitute for Severus' recovery, I will be teaching potions classes.ö
Immediately the hall erupted in theories behind the circumstances. The idea of a Potions Master making a mistake and blowing himself up was absurd. As the debates dragged on, the primary theory was that the Weasley Twins had either gotten sick of him and got rid of him or that one of their pranks had gone horribly wrong, but there were many others considered for the role of perpetrator. Someone even proposed McGonagal since Snape was well known for harassing Griffindors.
Harry, remaining silent, finally noticed that Rex was missing, and got a familiar sinking sensation in his chest.
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ôAll I did was set him on fire a little bit.ö Rex retorted, ôhe was the one that blew up the lab.ö
ôDo you think that would hve happened if he wasn't on fire?ö Harry sighed.
ôIt could have!ö Rex defended, ôBesides, it's not like you liked him, right?ö
ôWell...ö
ôAnd no one else seems to like him either, right?ö Rex wheedled, sensing a weakness.
ôI suppose...ö
ôSnape didn't die or anything, and he'll probably be fine in a few weeks, so all I really did was get tid of a teacher no one like for someone they'll probably like better. Is that so wrong?ö
ôThat doesn't seem quite right...ö
ôLet's worry about it later. I finally managed to get rid of the annoying light and I want to see what this old hunk of rock has hidden a way.ö
Presented with an opportunity that he had been waiting all week for, Harry agreed to put the Snape question aside for the sake of adventure.
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With Snape effectively eliminated, I'm trying to set McGonagall up as Harry's "enemy," but mainly because she forces him to put in some extra effort compared to the rest of the students. She wants him to succeed, and doesn't mind pushing him around to make that happen. How did I do with that?
I'm aiming to add at least 1000 words to this, and if I reference the book, I can probably find some stuff to add onto it, either in expanding some scene like class introductions, or a scene or two to add on since I probably forgot something interesting/useful. I guess we'll see.
Enjoy what I have so far.
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Harry was greeted with hearty welcomes and many slaps on the back by his new house mates, and was quickly overwhelmed by the experience. Fortunately, there were additional students to be sorted, and they quickly returned their attention to the ongoing sorting. Harry took the opportunity presented by the change of focus to look around the table. A lot of people, mainly the newly selected first years, watched with rapt attention as the Sorting continued. Others chose to use the time to chat with their friends, only paying attention when the Hat shouted their house name. Unfortunately, the window of observation closed as Zabini, Blaise was sorted into Slytherin.
Dinner proved no less eventful, as the tables were suddenly filled with all types of food, and the air was suddenly rife with ghosts of all shapes and sizes. Harry forgot to eat for a few moments as he watched them wander through the hall, engaging students in conversation, before one of the older students nudged him.
Harry began wolfing down the food, half listening to the conversations around him. He was mildly disappointed that aside from the context, the conversations were almost identical to the ones he overheard in the Muggle world. Gossip about summer activities, who was dating who, who was trying out for the sports team, and who started using glamor spells for their boyfriend. All just as boring as in the muggle world. Tuning out the conversations around him, Harry focused on enjoying the meal until the feast was called to an end and they were escorted to the Hufflepuff dormitories.
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The events in the common room were much more engaging, as the older students all but forced the newly minted Hufflepuffs to socialize. While an uncomfortable situation, Harry found himself grateful for it as he quickly learned the basics of his housemates. While not nearly enough to tell their life stories, save for one long winded first year, it helped break the ice between the nervous first years. Having learned on the train that monsters were as unknown in the magical world as the muggle world, Harry refrained from introducing Rex, despite his complaints.
After the initial introductions, the conversations became more casual, and people began to drift into groups. Harry soon found himself dragged into a conversation and did his best to keep up with the rapidly changing topics. What was it about girls that made them do that? Even Annabel abruptly changed the subject at times.
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Rex's complaints about Hogwarts quickly wore thin, leading Harry to leave his near constant companion in the room to whine to himself. Hopefully he would adjust to the magic rich environment soon. Harry didn't want to have to put up with the complaints for the entirety of his stay.
Harry quickly found that Hogwarts was unlike grade school he was used to, and more like the adventures he went on with Annabel. Nothing seemed to remain the same from one hour to the next.
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Transfiguration class was an unmitigated disaster. Professor McGonagall was a strict teacher, and quickly impressed upon her students that spellcasting, especially transfiguration, was serious business. If they were to have any hope of succeeding in this field, they would need to study hard, practice long, and above all, focus.
Unfortunately, Harry's focus was apparently not strong enough. When he attempted to replicate McGonagall's feat, his match, instead of transforming like hers, or doing nothing, like most students', his caught on fire.
McGonagall frowned as he meekly requested a second match, only for the same thing to happen again. After the fifth burnt match, Harry managed to avoid burning it completely, but was still greatly frustrated by his lack of progress. Just as class was coming to an end, Harry screwed up his face, and put everything he had into transforming the match before him.
On the bright side, it didn't catch on fire. Sadly, that was because it exploded instead. While no one was harmed, it left a sizable hole in the desk, and infuriated McGonagall into giving him detention later in the week, as well as losing ten points for Hufflepuff.
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Charms class was far less problematic, as Professor Flitwick seemed more concerned that they had fun than with getting things right. The atmosphere was far more relaxing and enjoyable as they alternately tried to light and extinguish candles. Harry's difficulties in transfiguration were a boon in charms, as he easily lit his candle, thought the burst of flame startled his partner, Susan, so badly she overdid the water summoning charm and soaked Harry.
Flitwick merely laughed, before casting a quick drying charm and solving Harry's predicament. The next several minutes were spent trying to get Susan to stop apologizing and offering to make it up. Apparently, she wouldn 't take no for an answer, which was how Harry found himself promising to attend a study session later in the week.
Afterwards, the class proceeded fairly smoothly, and concluded with a short assignment to list five uses for each of the charms they had learned.
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Herbology was another hands on class, but lacked the inherent riskiness of children wielding magic. Professor Sprout had a motherly persona, and calmly explained the wonders to be found in magical flora.
Afte the introductory spiel, she spent the first class giving the class a tour of Greenhouse One, while hlding a breif review session concerning the more common, and safe, magical plants they would be working with. While many of them looked no different from regular plants to their untrained eyes, there were several that were obviously unusual.
Harry particularly liked the Frutis Multiplicis, better known as the Fruit of the Month Tree.
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History of Magic was the same as any History class, except it was, if anything, more boring. Professor Binns droned endlessly about the Goblin Wars, occassionally lapsing into tangent of his personal experiences during his generations' war. Sadly, rather than the roaring hack and slash adventure Harry and the other boys were hoping for, Professor Binns had spent his time during the war learning the finer points of cleaning charms, in order to help ou his family's high quality cleaning service.
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Harry sighed, the week was nearly over, just one more class, and his first ever detention, and he could enjoy the weekend. He stopped by the dorm, partially to pick up his Potions siupplies, but mainly to check on Rex.
ôHow are you doing Rex?ö Harry said, pulling his partner out of his pillow case.
ôArgh... I think I'm doing better. Things seem less bright now. Maybe I'm getting used to it.ö Rex groaned pitifully.
Should I leave you to get some more rest?ô Harry asked.
ôNo, I think I'm good to go. Besides. This room is so boring, I think I'm going crazy.ö
ôAre you sure? I don't want you to burn down the school because it gives you a headache.ö
ôI won't!ö Rex whined.
ôAre you sure?ö
ôPositive!!!ö
ôYou promise?ö Harry responded, still skeptical about Rex' self control.
'Totally, now let's get out of here!ö Rex answered, hopping into Harry's bag.
Harry sighed, and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he gathered up the necessary items. It was only one class, how bad could things become?
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Harry regretted bringing Rex with him, as his partner continued to complain about the brightness Hogwarts displayed to his unique eyes. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to take him back to the room before Potions, so Harry just hoped that Rex would remain somewhat quiet. If he was really lucky, he might even take a nap.
Sighing to himself, knowing that the odds of Rex napping were almost zero, Harry just hurried to class.
ôYou're late. Two points from Hufflepuff.ö
Harry winced at the loss, and quickly apologized, ôSorry sir. I had to get something from my room.ö
ôWell, it seems that the great Harry Potter isn't all he's cracked up to be. Can't even get to class without having to waste time grabbing things he should have already had. Three more points from Hufflepuff.ö
Harry sat down, wincing at the glares Susan and Hannah were shooting him from across the room.
ôNow provided that none of the other Hufflepuffs are running late and wasting my class time, let us continue. I am Professor Severus Snape, and for your seven years at Hogwarts, I will be teaching you the art of potion making. There is no silly wand waving in my classroom, potions are a more refined practice, and if any of you possess the capability of understanding it, which I very much doubt, you will reach the peak of magical knowhow. With my instruction, you will learn how to brew power, mix fame, and even stopper death.ö
Snape turned to glare at them, ôNow, let's see if any of you have an ounce of talent, ö he waved his hand, and instructions appeared on th board behind him, ôYou have one hour to brew this simple hair potion. Try not to screw up.ö
Harry frowned at the board, before his table partner elbowed him, and he hastily began to pull out his equipment. Sadly, the lesson only worsened from there. Whereas McGonagall penalized him for the explosion, Snape penalized him for pretty much anything. The glares sent in his direction quickly changed to sympathy, as he was penalized for the least little things, like a slightly lighter shade than the standard potion.
By the end of class, Hufflepuff had lost a total of twenty five points, and Harry was so angry he didn't notice that Rex was no longer stashed in his book bag.
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ôHEY JERKFACE.ö
Snape sighed, it seemed that at least one student didn't understand the concept of respect. The same thing happened two years ago, when those accursed Weasley twins first arrived in Hogwarts. While they never ceased to irritate him, they learned not to confront him head on, just as this child would. Allowing himself a smug smirk, Snape drew his wand, intent on dealing with this ôthreat.ö He wouldn't make the mistake of holding back like with the Weasley Twins. Whoever was foolish enough to harass him was going to experience the tender mercies of the hospital wing for at least a month.
Snape threw the door open, only for his curse to die on his lips. Rather than the unprepared children he expected, he found himself face to face with a pair of drooling jaws.
ôI DON'T LIKE YOU. YOU'RE MEAN TO HARRY, AND YOU SMELL TERRIBLE. LIKE SOMETHING DEAD OR SOMETHING.ö
Snape smirked at hearing Harry's name. Clearly, the arrogant young brat had learned an illusion spell or two, and decided to have fun at his expense. His voice dripping with sarcasm, he responded, ôOh dear a terrible monster. If only there was someone to save me.ö
ôNO SUCH LUCK SMELLY.ö
ôI have no need for luck. Not when dealing with an arrogant brat like you Potter!ö Snape shouted, brandishing his wand and blasting the creature in front of him with a spell. He was mildly surprised that it withstood his initial attempt, but quickly cast again, and again, growing more annoyed with each attempt. No matter what spell he used to banish it, none seemed to work. Finally, his frustration reached its peak, and Snape resorted to less benign spells. The cycle continued, until Snape had enough.
ôSectum Sempra!ö
The beast roared, but more out of annoyance than any real pain. Black ichor dripped from its chest, but the wound only seemed to make it mad.
Flames began to drip from its jaws as it grinned sadistically, ôMY TURN.ö
Snape screamed as flames engulfed his face, and the reality of the monster before him consumed his mind.
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Meanwhile, Harry found himself experiencing McGonagall's detention. While nothing like some of the horror stories he had heard from the upper years, it was far from enjoyable.
McGonagall was a strict, no nonsense professor, and her detention was much the same. Intent on nipping a new troublemaker in the bud, she simply had Harry practice the basic transfiguration again and again, beliving that without a captive audience, he would quickly stop foling around and get it right.
Needless to say, after ten minutes and three boxes of matches, both partied were becoming frustrated.
ôMr. Potter! I insist that you stop fooling around! You will remain in detention until you manage to transfigure a match properly!ö McGonagall lectured, not quite yelling, but more than enough to frustrate the young wizard.
ôI'm trying! ö
McGonagall glared at him, ôö
A brief walk to the infirmary later, Harry found himself at the tender mercies of Madame Pomphrey. As McGonagall explained the exact nature of their prescence. Clucking her toungue, Pomphrey cast several spells on the bewildered boy, before annoucning her diagnosis.
ôIt seems Mr. Potter has a strong inclination towards pyromancy. His wand only serves to further exacerbate the problem, given that its core is dragon heartstring.ö
ôYou're saying that Mr. Potter can't help but set things aflame?ö
ôIndeed. His magic naturally attempts to take on a fire related purpose. The fact that he was working with a match just made the effects more pronounced. If Filius didn't start with the ignition charm and dousing charm, I'm sure that the same thing would have happened in his class.ö
ôI see.ö
ôYou'll have to spend some time practicing your spells Mr. Potter, as you learn more powerful spells, the effects of your inclination will become more pronounced unless you learn to control it. The sooner the better.ö
ôYes ma'am.ö
McGonagall sighed, ôWell, it appears that ö
ôNot so fast Mr. Potter.ö Harry sighed as he turned to face McGonagall. After nearly four hours, he wanted nothing more than to eat dinner, and goof off in the common room.
ôAs I would hate for any students to take advantage of their 'affliction,' you will spend the first Monday of every month in detention with me so your control can be assessed. I would hat efor Hogwarts to be burned to the ground because on of her students decided to be lazy.ö
ôYes Professor.ö
ôAnd fifteen points to Hufflepuff. Consider it an apology for doubting you Mr. Potter.ö
Harry thanked her, and walked to the Great Hall for dinner.
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ôMay I have your attention please.ö Dumbledore called from the teacher's table. ôEarlier today, Professor Snape suffered an unfortunate potions accident, which not only destroyed his chamber, but badly injured him. Until we can find a substitute for Severus' recovery, I will be teaching potions classes.ö
Immediately the hall erupted in theories behind the circumstances. The idea of a Potions Master making a mistake and blowing himself up was absurd. As the debates dragged on, the primary theory was that the Weasley Twins had either gotten sick of him and got rid of him or that one of their pranks had gone horribly wrong, but there were many others considered for the role of perpetrator. Someone even proposed McGonagal since Snape was well known for harassing Griffindors.
Harry, remaining silent, finally noticed that Rex was missing, and got a familiar sinking sensation in his chest.
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ôAll I did was set him on fire a little bit.ö Rex retorted, ôhe was the one that blew up the lab.ö
ôDo you think that would hve happened if he wasn't on fire?ö Harry sighed.
ôIt could have!ö Rex defended, ôBesides, it's not like you liked him, right?ö
ôWell...ö
ôAnd no one else seems to like him either, right?ö Rex wheedled, sensing a weakness.
ôI suppose...ö
ôSnape didn't die or anything, and he'll probably be fine in a few weeks, so all I really did was get tid of a teacher no one like for someone they'll probably like better. Is that so wrong?ö
ôThat doesn't seem quite right...ö
ôLet's worry about it later. I finally managed to get rid of the annoying light and I want to see what this old hunk of rock has hidden a way.ö
Presented with an opportunity that he had been waiting all week for, Harry agreed to put the Snape question aside for the sake of adventure.
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With Snape effectively eliminated, I'm trying to set McGonagall up as Harry's "enemy," but mainly because she forces him to put in some extra effort compared to the rest of the students. She wants him to succeed, and doesn't mind pushing him around to make that happen. How did I do with that?
I'm aiming to add at least 1000 words to this, and if I reference the book, I can probably find some stuff to add onto it, either in expanding some scene like class introductions, or a scene or two to add on since I probably forgot something interesting/useful. I guess we'll see.
I don't think anyone is qualified to tech eleven year olds. Just thinking about the chaos cyborg children could get into is disturbing.
And that's not even factoring in the interference with electronics. An arm the flips out on a whim isn't a good idea, especially if it's the arm you use for casting spells, or more importantly, the follow up shake/jiggle combo.
Still, I like your suggestion of Mad Scientist McGonagall. It could be a humorous crackfic. Possibly an overreaction to Voldmort's traditional, pureblood stance?
Harry would be going into 5th or 6th grad,e which is about junior high age. Even if it should be tweaked, it wouldn't be hard for McGonagall to pawn the job off on someone else, such as his head of house or perhaps Trelawley, since focus is a key part of divination. :snigger:
@cgobyd: Thanks for pointing that out. I guess I forgot to go back and finish that scene.
McGonagall may be coming off as a bitch because of the aformentioned unfinishedness of that particular section, and to be fair, she has to deal with the Weasley twins and a child "accidentally" setting the matches on fire is likely to be viewed as junior Weasley Twins in the making, and she wants to avoid that if at all possible. Still, perhaps some tweaking is in order...
And that's not even factoring in the interference with electronics. An arm the flips out on a whim isn't a good idea, especially if it's the arm you use for casting spells, or more importantly, the follow up shake/jiggle combo.
Still, I like your suggestion of Mad Scientist McGonagall. It could be a humorous crackfic. Possibly an overreaction to Voldmort's traditional, pureblood stance?
Harry would be going into 5th or 6th grad,e which is about junior high age. Even if it should be tweaked, it wouldn't be hard for McGonagall to pawn the job off on someone else, such as his head of house or perhaps Trelawley, since focus is a key part of divination. :snigger:
@cgobyd: Thanks for pointing that out. I guess I forgot to go back and finish that scene.
McGonagall may be coming off as a bitch because of the aformentioned unfinishedness of that particular section, and to be fair, she has to deal with the Weasley twins and a child "accidentally" setting the matches on fire is likely to be viewed as junior Weasley Twins in the making, and she wants to avoid that if at all possible. Still, perhaps some tweaking is in order...
McGonagall is already his nemesis, she's going to be constantly nagging him to control himself. Worse yet is, she's right 
Harry can't be left to burn down the castle. Nothing worse then a nagging stern teacher, who is both of good intent, and worse yet, absolutely correct about the need for disciplined work.
I don't see her pawning off Harry either. Lilly and James were too of her favorite students, and she probably feels some lingering guilt over placing Harry with the Dursleys. While she is probably somewhat disappointed that he's not in her house, I think after a while of being around harry and hearing him talk about Annabell, she'll probably realize the hat put him in puff due to his sense of loyalty being his main characteristic, and she would probably find value in that. She would probably see it as a trait that Lilly, and the marauders would approve of.
He is going to make her increase her alcohol intake though. She will probably steal Trewlany's sherry once she discovers Rex.
Harry can't be left to burn down the castle. Nothing worse then a nagging stern teacher, who is both of good intent, and worse yet, absolutely correct about the need for disciplined work. I don't see her pawning off Harry either. Lilly and James were too of her favorite students, and she probably feels some lingering guilt over placing Harry with the Dursleys. While she is probably somewhat disappointed that he's not in her house, I think after a while of being around harry and hearing him talk about Annabell, she'll probably realize the hat put him in puff due to his sense of loyalty being his main characteristic, and she would probably find value in that. She would probably see it as a trait that Lilly, and the marauders would approve of.
He is going to make her increase her alcohol intake though. She will probably steal Trewlany's sherry once she discovers Rex.
He hasn't yet, but I don't think he's going to go an entire year without mentioning her.
So far he wouldn't need to talk about her cause this is the first time he's been away from her since he met her.
Only now is he in a place and situation to make friends with people other then Annabell.
I'd think given Harry's status, if he starts sending letters to Annabel, the headmaster at least will be curious as to whom Harry is writing, because I don't believe for a second he is ignorant about how Harry's family is. Now does he already know about Annabell or not? that's a different question.
Horrible, Horrible, thought.. what happens next year when Luna shows up? Is she going to be able to see Rex? have a monster of her own? a freaking entire menagerie?
So far he wouldn't need to talk about her cause this is the first time he's been away from her since he met her.
Only now is he in a place and situation to make friends with people other then Annabell.
I'd think given Harry's status, if he starts sending letters to Annabel, the headmaster at least will be curious as to whom Harry is writing, because I don't believe for a second he is ignorant about how Harry's family is. Now does he already know about Annabell or not? that's a different question.
Horrible, Horrible, thought.. what happens next year when Luna shows up? Is she going to be able to see Rex? have a monster of her own? a freaking entire menagerie?
Annabel hasn't been mentioned yet, because Harry's busy getting used to Hogwarts. Once i move past this phase, I plan on having a letter to/from Annabel every chapter or ever other chapter.
As for Luna... *laughs maniacally*
Discussing future stuff is between me and my currently nonexistent beta reader. You take the job, you get to know secret plans of planniness.
As for Luna... *laughs maniacally*
Discussing future stuff is between me and my currently nonexistent beta reader. You take the job, you get to know secret plans of planniness.
Whoops. Forgot to post the finished chapter here.
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Harry was greeted with hearty welcomes and many slaps on the back by his new house mates, and was quickly overwhelmed by the experience. Fortunately, there were additional students to be sorted, and they quickly returned their attention to the ongoing sorting. Harry took the opportunity presented by the change of focus to look around the table. A lot of people, mainly the newly selected first years, watched with rapt attention as the Sorting continued. Others chose to use the time to chat with their friends, only paying attention when the Hat shouted their house name. Unfortunately, the window of observation closed as Zabini, Blaise was sorted into Slytherin.
Dinner proved no less eventful, as the tables were suddenly filled with all types of food, and the air was suddenly rife with ghosts of all shapes and sizes. Harry forgot to eat for a few moments as he watched them wander through the hall, engaging students in conversation, before one of the older students nudged him.
Harry began wolfing down the food, half listening to the conversations around him. He was mildly disappointed that aside from the context, the conversations were almost identical to the ones he overheard in the Muggle world. Gossip about summer activities, who was dating who, who was trying out for the sports team, and who started using glamor spells for their boyfriend. All just as boring as in the muggle world. Tuning out the conversations around him, Harry focused on enjoying the meal until the feast was called to an end and they were escorted to the Hufflepuff dormitories.
The events in the common room were much more engaging, as the older students all but forced the newly minted Hufflepuffs to socialize. While an uncomfortable situation, Harry found himself grateful for it as he quickly learned the basics of his house mates. While not nearly enough to tell their life stories, save for one long winded first year, it helped break the ice between the nervous first years. Having learned on the train that monsters were as unknown in the magical world as the muggle world, Harry refrained from introducing Rex, despite his complaints.
After the initial introductions, the conversations became more casual, and people began to drift into groups. Harry soon found himself dragged into a conversation and did his best to keep up with the rapidly changing topics. What was it about girls that made them do that? Even Annabel abruptly changed the subject at times.
When the night come to an end, Harry retired to his dorm room with his roommates, and promptly stuffed Rex into his wardrobe. Rex's complaints about Hogwarts had worn thin over the course of the night, leading Harry to put him out of the way, and leave his near constant companion in the room to whine to himself. Hopefully he would adjust to the magic rich environment soon. Harry didn't want to have to put up with the complaints for the entirety of his stay.
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The next day, Harry quickly found that Hogwarts was unlike grade school he was used to, and more like the adventures he went on with Annabel. Nothing seemed to remain the same from one hour to the next. Moving stairways, false doors, talking paintings, all of these contributed to the sense of wonder that Hogwarts invoked. Unfortunately, that sense of wonder made it difficult to focus on important things, such as getting to class on time. This was especially problematic for Harry and the other first years, as they had never been to Hogwarts before, and were already hopelessly lost.
Needless to say, they were almost unanimously late for their first classes.
HPaCT
Transfiguration class was an unmitigated disaster. Professor McGonagall was a strict teacher, and quickly impressed upon her students that spell casting, especially transfiguration, was serious business. If they were to have any hope of succeeding in this field, they would need to study hard, practice long, and above all, focus.
Unfortunately, Harry's focus was apparently not strong enough. When he attempted to replicate McGonagall's feat, his match, instead of transforming like hers, or doing nothing, like most students', his caught on fire.
McGonagall frowned as he meekly requested a second match, only for the same thing to happen again. After the fifth burnt match, Harry managed to avoid burning it completely, but was still greatly frustrated by his lack of progress. Just as class was coming to an end, Harry screwed up his face, and put everything he had into transforming the match before him.
On the bright side, it didn't catch on fire. Sadly, that was because it exploded instead. While no one was harmed, it left a sizable hole in the desk, and infuriated McGonagall into giving him detention later in the week, as well as losing ten points for Hufflepuff.
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Charms class was far less problematic, as Professor Flitwick seemed more concerned that they had fun than with getting things right. The atmosphere was far more relaxing and enjoyable as they alternately tried to light and extinguish candles. Harry's difficulties in transfiguration were a boon in charms, as he easily lit his candle, thought the burst of flame startled his partner, Susan, so badly she overdid the water summoning charm and soaked Harry.
Flitwick merely laughed, before casting a quick drying charm and solving Harry's predicament. The next several minutes were spent trying to get Susan to stop apologizing and offering to make it up. Apparently, she wouldn't take no for an answer, which was how Harry found himself promising to attend a study session later in the week.
Afterwards, the class proceeded fairly smoothly, and concluded with a short assignment to list five uses for each of the charms they had learned.
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Herbology was another hands on class, but lacked the inherent riskiness of children wielding magic. Professor Sprout had a motherly persona, and calmly explained the wonders to be found in magical flora.
After the introductory spiel, she spent the first class giving the class a tour of Greenhouse One, while holding a brief review session concerning the more common, and safe, magical plants they would be working with. While many of them looked no different from regular plants to their untrained eyes, there were several that were obviously unusual.
Harry particularly liked the Frutis Multiplicis, better known as the Fruit of the Month Tree.
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History of Magic was the same as any History class, except it was, if anything, more boring. Professor Binns droned endlessly about the Goblin Wars, occasionally lapsing into tangent of his personal experiences during his generations' war. Sadly, rather than the roaring hack and slash adventure Harry and the other boys were hoping for, Professor Binns had spent his time during the war learning the finer points of cleaning charms, in order to help out his family's high quality cleaning service.
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Defense against the Dark Arts was probably the worst class. While Quirrel did cover the essential material, and managed to avoid boring the students to sleep, he did have one major flaw, his stutter. It took Quirrel minutes to make his point, and if anyone made noise, he would jump, lose his place, and have to start over. He barely covered any of the material, leading to everything that went unmentioned being assigned as homework. The amount of Defense Against the Dark Arts homework was easily three times that of any other class.
Fortunately, the class was interesting, as opposed to History of Magic, so the extra work was entertaining, as much as homework could be. While the class was exceptionally boring, at least the subject caught Harry's attention.
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Harry sighed, the week was nearly over, just one more class, and his first ever detention, and he could enjoy the weekend. He stopped by the dorm, partially to pick up his Potions supplies, but mainly to check on Rex.
"How are you doing Rex?" Harry said, pulling his partner out of his pillow case.
"Argh... I think I'm doing better. Things seem less bright now. Maybe I'm getting used to it." Rex groaned pitifully.
Should I leave you to get some more rest?" Harry asked.
"No, I think I'm good to go. Besides. This room is so boring, I think I'm going crazy."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to burn down the school because it gives you a headache."
"I won't!" Rex whined.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive!"
"You promise?" Harry responded, still skeptical about Rex' self control.
"Totally, now let's get out of here!" Rex answered, hopping into Harry's bag.
Harry sighed, and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he gathered up the necessary items. It was only one class, how bad could things become?
HPaCT
Harry regretted bringing Rex with him, as his partner continued to complain about the brightness Hogwarts displayed to his unique eyes. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to take him back to the room before Potions, so Harry just hoped that Rex would remain somewhat quiet. If he was really lucky, he might even take a nap.
Sighing to himself, knowing that the odds of Rex napping were almost zero, Harry just hurried to class.
"You're late. Two points from Hufflepuff."
Harry winced at the loss, and quickly apologized, "Sorry sir. I had to get something from my room."
"Well, it seems that the great Harry Potter isn't all he's cracked up to be. Can't even get to class without having to waste time grabbing things he should have already had. Three more points from Hufflepuff."
Harry sat down, wincing at the glares Susan and Hannah were shooting him from across the room.
"Now provided that none of the other Hufflepuffs are running late and wasting my class time, let us continue. I am Professor Severus Snape, and for your seven years at Hogwarts, I will be teaching you the art of potion making. There is no silly wand waving in my classroom, potions are a more refined practice, and if any of you possess the capability of understanding it, which I very much doubt, you will reach the peak of magical knowhow. With my instruction, you will learn how to brew power, mix fame, and even stopper death."
Snape turned to glare at them, "Now, let's see if any of you have an ounce of talent," he waved his hand, and instructions appeared on the board behind him, "You have one hour to brew this simple hair potion. Try not to screw up."
Harry frowned at the board, before his table partner elbowed him, and he hastily began to pull out his equipment. Sadly, the lesson only worsened from there. Whereas McGonagall penalized him for the explosion, Snape penalized him for pretty much anything. The glares sent in his direction quickly changed to sympathy, as he was penalized for the least little things, like a slightly lighter shade than the standard potion.
By the end of class, Hufflepuff had lost a total of twenty five points, and Harry was so angry he didn't notice that Rex was no longer stashed in his book bag.
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"HEY JERKFACE."
Snape sighed, it seemed that at least one student didn't understand the concept of respect. The same thing happened two years ago, when those accursed Weasley twins first arrived in Hogwarts. While they never ceased to irritate him, they learned not to confront him head on, just as this child would. Allowing himself a smug smirk, Snape drew his wand, intent on dealing with this "threat." He wouldn't make the mistake of holding back like with the Weasley Twins. Whoever was foolish enough to harass him was going to experience the tender mercies of the hospital wing for at least a month.
Snape threw the door open, only for his curse to die on his lips. Rather than the unprepared children he expected, he found himself face to face with a pair of drooling jaws.
"I DON'T LIKE YOU. YOU'RE MEAN TO HARRY, AND YOU SMELL TERRIBLE. LIKE SOMETHING DEAD OR SOMETHING."
Snape smirked at hearing Harry's name. Clearly, the arrogant young brat had learned an illusion spell or two, and decided to have fun at his expense. His voice dripping with sarcasm, he responded, "Oh dear a terrible monster. If only there was someone to save me."
"NO SUCH LUCK SMELLY."
"I have no need for luck. Not when dealing with an arrogant brat like you Potter!" Snape shouted, brandishing his wand and blasting the creature in front of him with a spell. He was mildly surprised that it withstood his initial attempt, but quickly cast again, and again, growing more annoyed with each attempt. No matter what spell he used to banish it, none seemed to work. Finally, his frustration reached its peak, and Snape resorted to less benign spells. The cycle continued, until Snape had enough.
"Sectum Sempra!"
The beast roared, but more out of annoyance than any real pain. Black ichor dripped from its chest, but the wound only seemed to make it mad.
Flames began to drip from its jaws as it grinned sadistically, "MY TURN."
Snape screamed as flames engulfed his face, and the reality of the monster before him consumed his mind.
HPaCT
Meanwhile, Harry found himself experiencing McGonagall's detention. While nothing like some of the horror stories he had heard from the upper years, it was far from enjoyable.
McGonagall was a strict, no nonsense professor, and her detention was much the same. Intent on nipping a new troublemaker in the bud, she simply had Harry practice the basic transfiguration again and again, believing that without a captive audience, he would quickly stop fooling around and get it right.
Needless to say, after ten minutes and three boxes of matches, both partied were becoming frustrated.
"Mr. Potter! I insist that you stop fooling around! You will remain in detention until you manage to transfigure a match properly!" McGonagall lectured, not quite yelling, but more than enough to frustrate the young wizard.
"I'm trying!"
McGonagall glared at him, "Well, perhaps there is a medical reason your matches keep bursting into flames, perhaps a visit to Madame Pomphrey will clear it up!"
A brief walk to the infirmary later, Harry found himself at the tender mercies of Madame Pomphrey. As McGonagall explained the exact nature of their presence. Clucking her tongue, Pomphrey cast several spells on the bewildered boy, before announcing her diagnosis.
"It seems Mr. Potter has a strong inclination towards pyromancy. His wand only serves to further exacerbate the problem, given that its core is dragon heart string."
"You're saying that Mr. Potter can't help but set things aflame?"
"Indeed. His magic naturally attempts to take on a fire related purpose. The fact that he was working with a match just made the effects more pronounced. If Filius didn't start with the ignition charm and dousing charm, I'm sure that the same thing would have happened in his class."
"I see."
"You'll have to spend some time practicing your spells Mr. Potter, as you learn more powerful spells, the effects of your inclination will become more pronounced unless you learn to control it. The sooner the better."
"Yes ma'am."
McGonagall sighed, "Well, it appears that I was in error to penalize you in class. For that, I apologize Mr. Potter."
"...Thank you?" Harry responded uncertainly, "I guess, I'll be going then?"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Potter, you do still have detention."
"What?" Harry protested.
"While it was assigned in error, we might as well utilize your detention to start learning to control your proclivities. Sit down Mr. Potter, and let's see if we can learn to avoid starting fires."
Thus began Harry's crash course in controlling his magic. Unsurprisingly, there was little difference from his earlier activities, as McGonagall watched, occasionally offering advice or lecturing him on his mistakes.
Finally, after what felt like years, Harry managed to consistently avoid burning his match, even managing to transfigure one or two into needles. Relieved at McGonagall's nod of approval. Harry got up, eager to get to dinner.
"Not so fast Mr. Potter." Harry sighed as he turned to face McGonagall. After nearly four hours, he wanted nothing more than to eat, and goof off in the common room, or maybe just go to sleep.
"As I would hate for any students to take advantage of their 'affliction,' you will spend the first Monday of every month in detention with me so your control can be assessed. I would hate for Hogwarts to be burned to the ground because on of her students decided to be lazy."
"Yes Professor."
"And twenty points to Hufflepuff. Consider it an apology for doubting you Mr. Potter, as well as congratulations for accomplishing your first few transfigurations.."
Harry thanked her, and walked to the Great Hall for dinner.
HPaCT
"May I have your attention please." Dumbledore called from the teacher's table. "Earlier today, Professor Snape suffered an unfortunate potions accident, which not only destroyed his chamber, but badly injured him. Until we can find a substitute for Severus' recovery, I will be teaching potions classes."
Immediately the hall erupted in theories behind the circumstances. The idea of a Potions Master making a mistake and blowing himself up was absurd. As the debates dragged on, the primary theory was that the Weasley Twins had either gotten sick of him and got rid of him or that one of their pranks had gone horribly wrong, but there were many others considered for the role of perpetrator. Someone even proposed McGonagall since Snape was well known for harassing Gryffindors.
Harry, remaining silent, finally noticed that Rex was missing, and got a familiar sinking sensation in his chest.
HPaCT
When Rex finally returned to the dorm, he found himself face to face with an angry Harry.
"Rex...do you know what happened to Snape?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
"All I did was set him on fire a little bit." Rex protested, "he was the one that blew up the lab."
"Do you think that would have happened if he wasn't on fire?" Harry sighed.
"It could have!" Rex defended, "Besides, it's not like you liked him, right?"
"Well..." Harry hesitated.
"And no one else seems to like him either, right?" Rex wheedled, sensing a weakness.
"I suppose..."
"Snape didn't die or anything, and he'll probably be fine in a few weeks, so all I really did was get rid of a teacher no one like for someone they'll probably like better. Is that so wrong?"
"That doesn't seem quite right..."
"Let's worry about it later. I finally managed to get rid of the annoying light and I want to see what this old hunk of rock has hidden a way."
Presented with an opportunity that he had been waiting all week for, Harry agreed to put the Snape question aside for the sake of adventure.
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Huh, looks like I forgot another of McGongall's lines. I'd better go back and fix that...
Hogwarts is fairly unexplored in canon, side from classrooms and a few towers, so any ideas on some interesting things they could encounter in their explorations? Cthulu levels of mind breaking are acceptable, since Harry has a Cosmic Horror of his own.
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Harry was greeted with hearty welcomes and many slaps on the back by his new house mates, and was quickly overwhelmed by the experience. Fortunately, there were additional students to be sorted, and they quickly returned their attention to the ongoing sorting. Harry took the opportunity presented by the change of focus to look around the table. A lot of people, mainly the newly selected first years, watched with rapt attention as the Sorting continued. Others chose to use the time to chat with their friends, only paying attention when the Hat shouted their house name. Unfortunately, the window of observation closed as Zabini, Blaise was sorted into Slytherin.
Dinner proved no less eventful, as the tables were suddenly filled with all types of food, and the air was suddenly rife with ghosts of all shapes and sizes. Harry forgot to eat for a few moments as he watched them wander through the hall, engaging students in conversation, before one of the older students nudged him.
Harry began wolfing down the food, half listening to the conversations around him. He was mildly disappointed that aside from the context, the conversations were almost identical to the ones he overheard in the Muggle world. Gossip about summer activities, who was dating who, who was trying out for the sports team, and who started using glamor spells for their boyfriend. All just as boring as in the muggle world. Tuning out the conversations around him, Harry focused on enjoying the meal until the feast was called to an end and they were escorted to the Hufflepuff dormitories.
The events in the common room were much more engaging, as the older students all but forced the newly minted Hufflepuffs to socialize. While an uncomfortable situation, Harry found himself grateful for it as he quickly learned the basics of his house mates. While not nearly enough to tell their life stories, save for one long winded first year, it helped break the ice between the nervous first years. Having learned on the train that monsters were as unknown in the magical world as the muggle world, Harry refrained from introducing Rex, despite his complaints.
After the initial introductions, the conversations became more casual, and people began to drift into groups. Harry soon found himself dragged into a conversation and did his best to keep up with the rapidly changing topics. What was it about girls that made them do that? Even Annabel abruptly changed the subject at times.
When the night come to an end, Harry retired to his dorm room with his roommates, and promptly stuffed Rex into his wardrobe. Rex's complaints about Hogwarts had worn thin over the course of the night, leading Harry to put him out of the way, and leave his near constant companion in the room to whine to himself. Hopefully he would adjust to the magic rich environment soon. Harry didn't want to have to put up with the complaints for the entirety of his stay.
HPaCT
The next day, Harry quickly found that Hogwarts was unlike grade school he was used to, and more like the adventures he went on with Annabel. Nothing seemed to remain the same from one hour to the next. Moving stairways, false doors, talking paintings, all of these contributed to the sense of wonder that Hogwarts invoked. Unfortunately, that sense of wonder made it difficult to focus on important things, such as getting to class on time. This was especially problematic for Harry and the other first years, as they had never been to Hogwarts before, and were already hopelessly lost.
Needless to say, they were almost unanimously late for their first classes.
HPaCT
Transfiguration class was an unmitigated disaster. Professor McGonagall was a strict teacher, and quickly impressed upon her students that spell casting, especially transfiguration, was serious business. If they were to have any hope of succeeding in this field, they would need to study hard, practice long, and above all, focus.
Unfortunately, Harry's focus was apparently not strong enough. When he attempted to replicate McGonagall's feat, his match, instead of transforming like hers, or doing nothing, like most students', his caught on fire.
McGonagall frowned as he meekly requested a second match, only for the same thing to happen again. After the fifth burnt match, Harry managed to avoid burning it completely, but was still greatly frustrated by his lack of progress. Just as class was coming to an end, Harry screwed up his face, and put everything he had into transforming the match before him.
On the bright side, it didn't catch on fire. Sadly, that was because it exploded instead. While no one was harmed, it left a sizable hole in the desk, and infuriated McGonagall into giving him detention later in the week, as well as losing ten points for Hufflepuff.
HPaCT
Charms class was far less problematic, as Professor Flitwick seemed more concerned that they had fun than with getting things right. The atmosphere was far more relaxing and enjoyable as they alternately tried to light and extinguish candles. Harry's difficulties in transfiguration were a boon in charms, as he easily lit his candle, thought the burst of flame startled his partner, Susan, so badly she overdid the water summoning charm and soaked Harry.
Flitwick merely laughed, before casting a quick drying charm and solving Harry's predicament. The next several minutes were spent trying to get Susan to stop apologizing and offering to make it up. Apparently, she wouldn't take no for an answer, which was how Harry found himself promising to attend a study session later in the week.
Afterwards, the class proceeded fairly smoothly, and concluded with a short assignment to list five uses for each of the charms they had learned.
HPaCT
Herbology was another hands on class, but lacked the inherent riskiness of children wielding magic. Professor Sprout had a motherly persona, and calmly explained the wonders to be found in magical flora.
After the introductory spiel, she spent the first class giving the class a tour of Greenhouse One, while holding a brief review session concerning the more common, and safe, magical plants they would be working with. While many of them looked no different from regular plants to their untrained eyes, there were several that were obviously unusual.
Harry particularly liked the Frutis Multiplicis, better known as the Fruit of the Month Tree.
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History of Magic was the same as any History class, except it was, if anything, more boring. Professor Binns droned endlessly about the Goblin Wars, occasionally lapsing into tangent of his personal experiences during his generations' war. Sadly, rather than the roaring hack and slash adventure Harry and the other boys were hoping for, Professor Binns had spent his time during the war learning the finer points of cleaning charms, in order to help out his family's high quality cleaning service.
HPaCT
Defense against the Dark Arts was probably the worst class. While Quirrel did cover the essential material, and managed to avoid boring the students to sleep, he did have one major flaw, his stutter. It took Quirrel minutes to make his point, and if anyone made noise, he would jump, lose his place, and have to start over. He barely covered any of the material, leading to everything that went unmentioned being assigned as homework. The amount of Defense Against the Dark Arts homework was easily three times that of any other class.
Fortunately, the class was interesting, as opposed to History of Magic, so the extra work was entertaining, as much as homework could be. While the class was exceptionally boring, at least the subject caught Harry's attention.
HPaCT
Harry sighed, the week was nearly over, just one more class, and his first ever detention, and he could enjoy the weekend. He stopped by the dorm, partially to pick up his Potions supplies, but mainly to check on Rex.
"How are you doing Rex?" Harry said, pulling his partner out of his pillow case.
"Argh... I think I'm doing better. Things seem less bright now. Maybe I'm getting used to it." Rex groaned pitifully.
Should I leave you to get some more rest?" Harry asked.
"No, I think I'm good to go. Besides. This room is so boring, I think I'm going crazy."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to burn down the school because it gives you a headache."
"I won't!" Rex whined.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive!"
"You promise?" Harry responded, still skeptical about Rex' self control.
"Totally, now let's get out of here!" Rex answered, hopping into Harry's bag.
Harry sighed, and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he gathered up the necessary items. It was only one class, how bad could things become?
HPaCT
Harry regretted bringing Rex with him, as his partner continued to complain about the brightness Hogwarts displayed to his unique eyes. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to take him back to the room before Potions, so Harry just hoped that Rex would remain somewhat quiet. If he was really lucky, he might even take a nap.
Sighing to himself, knowing that the odds of Rex napping were almost zero, Harry just hurried to class.
"You're late. Two points from Hufflepuff."
Harry winced at the loss, and quickly apologized, "Sorry sir. I had to get something from my room."
"Well, it seems that the great Harry Potter isn't all he's cracked up to be. Can't even get to class without having to waste time grabbing things he should have already had. Three more points from Hufflepuff."
Harry sat down, wincing at the glares Susan and Hannah were shooting him from across the room.
"Now provided that none of the other Hufflepuffs are running late and wasting my class time, let us continue. I am Professor Severus Snape, and for your seven years at Hogwarts, I will be teaching you the art of potion making. There is no silly wand waving in my classroom, potions are a more refined practice, and if any of you possess the capability of understanding it, which I very much doubt, you will reach the peak of magical knowhow. With my instruction, you will learn how to brew power, mix fame, and even stopper death."
Snape turned to glare at them, "Now, let's see if any of you have an ounce of talent," he waved his hand, and instructions appeared on the board behind him, "You have one hour to brew this simple hair potion. Try not to screw up."
Harry frowned at the board, before his table partner elbowed him, and he hastily began to pull out his equipment. Sadly, the lesson only worsened from there. Whereas McGonagall penalized him for the explosion, Snape penalized him for pretty much anything. The glares sent in his direction quickly changed to sympathy, as he was penalized for the least little things, like a slightly lighter shade than the standard potion.
By the end of class, Hufflepuff had lost a total of twenty five points, and Harry was so angry he didn't notice that Rex was no longer stashed in his book bag.
HPaCT
"HEY JERKFACE."
Snape sighed, it seemed that at least one student didn't understand the concept of respect. The same thing happened two years ago, when those accursed Weasley twins first arrived in Hogwarts. While they never ceased to irritate him, they learned not to confront him head on, just as this child would. Allowing himself a smug smirk, Snape drew his wand, intent on dealing with this "threat." He wouldn't make the mistake of holding back like with the Weasley Twins. Whoever was foolish enough to harass him was going to experience the tender mercies of the hospital wing for at least a month.
Snape threw the door open, only for his curse to die on his lips. Rather than the unprepared children he expected, he found himself face to face with a pair of drooling jaws.
"I DON'T LIKE YOU. YOU'RE MEAN TO HARRY, AND YOU SMELL TERRIBLE. LIKE SOMETHING DEAD OR SOMETHING."
Snape smirked at hearing Harry's name. Clearly, the arrogant young brat had learned an illusion spell or two, and decided to have fun at his expense. His voice dripping with sarcasm, he responded, "Oh dear a terrible monster. If only there was someone to save me."
"NO SUCH LUCK SMELLY."
"I have no need for luck. Not when dealing with an arrogant brat like you Potter!" Snape shouted, brandishing his wand and blasting the creature in front of him with a spell. He was mildly surprised that it withstood his initial attempt, but quickly cast again, and again, growing more annoyed with each attempt. No matter what spell he used to banish it, none seemed to work. Finally, his frustration reached its peak, and Snape resorted to less benign spells. The cycle continued, until Snape had enough.
"Sectum Sempra!"
The beast roared, but more out of annoyance than any real pain. Black ichor dripped from its chest, but the wound only seemed to make it mad.
Flames began to drip from its jaws as it grinned sadistically, "MY TURN."
Snape screamed as flames engulfed his face, and the reality of the monster before him consumed his mind.
HPaCT
Meanwhile, Harry found himself experiencing McGonagall's detention. While nothing like some of the horror stories he had heard from the upper years, it was far from enjoyable.
McGonagall was a strict, no nonsense professor, and her detention was much the same. Intent on nipping a new troublemaker in the bud, she simply had Harry practice the basic transfiguration again and again, believing that without a captive audience, he would quickly stop fooling around and get it right.
Needless to say, after ten minutes and three boxes of matches, both partied were becoming frustrated.
"Mr. Potter! I insist that you stop fooling around! You will remain in detention until you manage to transfigure a match properly!" McGonagall lectured, not quite yelling, but more than enough to frustrate the young wizard.
"I'm trying!"
McGonagall glared at him, "Well, perhaps there is a medical reason your matches keep bursting into flames, perhaps a visit to Madame Pomphrey will clear it up!"
A brief walk to the infirmary later, Harry found himself at the tender mercies of Madame Pomphrey. As McGonagall explained the exact nature of their presence. Clucking her tongue, Pomphrey cast several spells on the bewildered boy, before announcing her diagnosis.
"It seems Mr. Potter has a strong inclination towards pyromancy. His wand only serves to further exacerbate the problem, given that its core is dragon heart string."
"You're saying that Mr. Potter can't help but set things aflame?"
"Indeed. His magic naturally attempts to take on a fire related purpose. The fact that he was working with a match just made the effects more pronounced. If Filius didn't start with the ignition charm and dousing charm, I'm sure that the same thing would have happened in his class."
"I see."
"You'll have to spend some time practicing your spells Mr. Potter, as you learn more powerful spells, the effects of your inclination will become more pronounced unless you learn to control it. The sooner the better."
"Yes ma'am."
McGonagall sighed, "Well, it appears that I was in error to penalize you in class. For that, I apologize Mr. Potter."
"...Thank you?" Harry responded uncertainly, "I guess, I'll be going then?"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Potter, you do still have detention."
"What?" Harry protested.
"While it was assigned in error, we might as well utilize your detention to start learning to control your proclivities. Sit down Mr. Potter, and let's see if we can learn to avoid starting fires."
Thus began Harry's crash course in controlling his magic. Unsurprisingly, there was little difference from his earlier activities, as McGonagall watched, occasionally offering advice or lecturing him on his mistakes.
Finally, after what felt like years, Harry managed to consistently avoid burning his match, even managing to transfigure one or two into needles. Relieved at McGonagall's nod of approval. Harry got up, eager to get to dinner.
"Not so fast Mr. Potter." Harry sighed as he turned to face McGonagall. After nearly four hours, he wanted nothing more than to eat, and goof off in the common room, or maybe just go to sleep.
"As I would hate for any students to take advantage of their 'affliction,' you will spend the first Monday of every month in detention with me so your control can be assessed. I would hate for Hogwarts to be burned to the ground because on of her students decided to be lazy."
"Yes Professor."
"And twenty points to Hufflepuff. Consider it an apology for doubting you Mr. Potter, as well as congratulations for accomplishing your first few transfigurations.."
Harry thanked her, and walked to the Great Hall for dinner.
HPaCT
"May I have your attention please." Dumbledore called from the teacher's table. "Earlier today, Professor Snape suffered an unfortunate potions accident, which not only destroyed his chamber, but badly injured him. Until we can find a substitute for Severus' recovery, I will be teaching potions classes."
Immediately the hall erupted in theories behind the circumstances. The idea of a Potions Master making a mistake and blowing himself up was absurd. As the debates dragged on, the primary theory was that the Weasley Twins had either gotten sick of him and got rid of him or that one of their pranks had gone horribly wrong, but there were many others considered for the role of perpetrator. Someone even proposed McGonagall since Snape was well known for harassing Gryffindors.
Harry, remaining silent, finally noticed that Rex was missing, and got a familiar sinking sensation in his chest.
HPaCT
When Rex finally returned to the dorm, he found himself face to face with an angry Harry.
"Rex...do you know what happened to Snape?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
"All I did was set him on fire a little bit." Rex protested, "he was the one that blew up the lab."
"Do you think that would have happened if he wasn't on fire?" Harry sighed.
"It could have!" Rex defended, "Besides, it's not like you liked him, right?"
"Well..." Harry hesitated.
"And no one else seems to like him either, right?" Rex wheedled, sensing a weakness.
"I suppose..."
"Snape didn't die or anything, and he'll probably be fine in a few weeks, so all I really did was get rid of a teacher no one like for someone they'll probably like better. Is that so wrong?"
"That doesn't seem quite right..."
"Let's worry about it later. I finally managed to get rid of the annoying light and I want to see what this old hunk of rock has hidden a way."
Presented with an opportunity that he had been waiting all week for, Harry agreed to put the Snape question aside for the sake of adventure.
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Huh, looks like I forgot another of McGongall's lines. I'd better go back and fix that...
Hogwarts is fairly unexplored in canon, side from classrooms and a few towers, so any ideas on some interesting things they could encounter in their explorations? Cthulu levels of mind breaking are acceptable, since Harry has a Cosmic Horror of his own.
One of the more interesting thing would be a class room full of CT monsters holding court either in their cuddly forms or otherwise. Maybe all being of past Hogwarts students that have passed on but they are lingering in this room for some reason, maybe as pale reflections of the originals. It would be interesting if Professor Binns, the Grey Lady's, Bloody Baron's, his mom's or Dumbeldor's sister's monster lingers here as well.
A room that reflects all of the madness in a person back at them.
A room of deviant house elves, known as whore elves.
A room with full of bones and a dark presence that kills on a whim.
A room that inside it is 5D instead of 3D, with impossible angles and odd curves, and at the center is a trapped Cthulu level cosmic horror playing cards with an animated doll, a being so thin 'n spindly it shouldn't be able to support it's own weight, a mass of tentacles and the skeleton of a house elf that is quite dead but the animated doll insists it's interpreting what the skeleton is saying. Harry thinks the doll is trying to cheat with it but is doing so badly at it he ultimately decides to not complain.
A room that reflects all of the madness in a person back at them.
A room of deviant house elves, known as whore elves.
A room with full of bones and a dark presence that kills on a whim.
A room that inside it is 5D instead of 3D, with impossible angles and odd curves, and at the center is a trapped Cthulu level cosmic horror playing cards with an animated doll, a being so thin 'n spindly it shouldn't be able to support it's own weight, a mass of tentacles and the skeleton of a house elf that is quite dead but the animated doll insists it's interpreting what the skeleton is saying. Harry thinks the doll is trying to cheat with it but is doing so badly at it he ultimately decides to not complain.
First off, than instead of then.
And the reason you're more excited about the pyromancy aspect is because you haven't realized that the pyromacy is a direct result of Rex being bonded with Harry, and that any flaming destructiveness Harry can pull of, Rex can return tenfold.
@zeebee1:
@CatOnFire:
I already have plans for the house elves, so sorry on that. The 5D room of paradoxes could be fun, and I did just see inception, so that could be interesting, though I'm not sure how to express it in writing. I'm trying to stay away from cosmic horrors/nightmare fuel/SAN loss right now, since I'd like to save the really disturbing stuff for later years, and there's plenty of stuff for trauma available already.
@Algnar: McGonagall is going to be fun to toy around with.
I think I'll start a facts challenge for this. Might help get my thoughts in order, and develop characters that aren't directly involved in the story.
Does anyone have tips on sorting through the various FF.net betas to find one i like? There are over 6,000 potential betas, and the ability to narrow it down is very limited. Any shortcuts you guys know of, or do I have to sort through each one until I find one I like and PM them?
And the reason you're more excited about the pyromancy aspect is because you haven't realized that the pyromacy is a direct result of Rex being bonded with Harry, and that any flaming destructiveness Harry can pull of, Rex can return tenfold.
@zeebee1:
@CatOnFire:
I already have plans for the house elves, so sorry on that. The 5D room of paradoxes could be fun, and I did just see inception, so that could be interesting, though I'm not sure how to express it in writing. I'm trying to stay away from cosmic horrors/nightmare fuel/SAN loss right now, since I'd like to save the really disturbing stuff for later years, and there's plenty of stuff for trauma available already.
@Algnar: McGonagall is going to be fun to toy around with.
I think I'll start a facts challenge for this. Might help get my thoughts in order, and develop characters that aren't directly involved in the story.
Does anyone have tips on sorting through the various FF.net betas to find one i like? There are over 6,000 potential betas, and the ability to narrow it down is very limited. Any shortcuts you guys know of, or do I have to sort through each one until I find one I like and PM them?
Almost done with the chapter, and should have it up today or tomorrow.
The only problem I'm having is figuring out a good way to describe one of the places Harry visits. I'm setting it up so it's a hallway that spirals, with the gravity always centered on the "floor." Think about that one hallway in the Ocarina of Time's Forest Temple. I'm just having difficulty describing it in a way that makes this clear. Anyoen have any tips?
The only problem I'm having is figuring out a good way to describe one of the places Harry visits. I'm setting it up so it's a hallway that spirals, with the gravity always centered on the "floor." Think about that one hallway in the Ocarina of Time's Forest Temple. I'm just having difficulty describing it in a way that makes this clear. Anyoen have any tips?
As he entered throught the wide doors, Harry was presented with an odd sight; the corridor he had entered was different from the others he had seen in the castle, being rounded rather than rectangular. Furthermore, there was an oddly patterned stripe of stones which began at the foot of the door where he was standing and spiralled to his right up the side of the hall, across the ceiling and then back down, completing several revolutions as it traversed the long path to the door on the other end.
Finding this all quite odd, but irrelevant, Harry and Rex began to walk towards the exit to the strange area before being struck by sudden disorientation as they jerked sharply to the right, slamming painfully into the section of patterned tiles there as though gravity itself had gotten bored and decided to do a turnabout for a while.
If you like this, or any part of it, feel free to use it and then just build from there.
Finding this all quite odd, but irrelevant, Harry and Rex began to walk towards the exit to the strange area before being struck by sudden disorientation as they jerked sharply to the right, slamming painfully into the section of patterned tiles there as though gravity itself had gotten bored and decided to do a turnabout for a while.
If you like this, or any part of it, feel free to use it and then just build from there.