Endless amount of Classes

(Building the plot, Sorry in advance.)

You, Harry, Ron and Hermione along with Dean and Seamus started to find yourself round the school. Hogwarts was huge and hard to navigate, There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a certian day; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other.

Your first class of the year was Charms Class, Gryffindor and Slytherin took most of their classes together just like this one. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk he took a roll call while you were finding your seat to see if he was missing anyone. You sat next to Hermione, Ron was beside her as well. All of the Slytherins in the room sat across from you Gryffindors. This lesson was an introduction for the whole Charms year. Professor Flitwick told you the spells you would be learning this year Levitation Charm, the Softening Charm, the Wand-Lighting Charm, Lumos Solem, the Severing Charm, the Mending Charm, the Fire-Making Spell, the Unlocking Charm, and the Locking Spell. Along with a special spell the Dancing Feet Spell. So many Charms to learn, each with different hand movments and different Incantations. You were also told that if you would like to learn any addtional spells to see him at the end of a Class.

You had lost Ron and Harry on the way to the next class which was Transfiguration class, with your head of house and Professor, Professor McGonagall. You took a seat at one of the desks, It was a two people to one desk, Hermione sat next to you. Professor McGonagall told you and the rest of the students to get your books and copy a passage from the book, you noticed Professor McGonagall transform into a cat and she leapt onto the table to overview everyone in her class. Ron and Harry came running through the door too their desk, before they sat down Professor McGonagall jumped towards them turning into her normal form infront of everyones eyes quite a sight, She told them off for being late. After everyone arrived Professor McGonagall said "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

After everyone was sat she changed her desk into a pig and back again. You along with all the other students were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started. After taking a lot of complicated notes, You were each given a match and had to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, You had fully changed the match into a needle Hermione had almost fully made a needle to but not as perfect like you had. Professor McGonagall praised you and Hermione showed the class how yours had gone all silver and pointy and gave You along with Hermione a rare smile.

Somthing really annoying was having Harry around all you heard every time you walked a corridor was:

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Theses whispers followed Harry all over the school, You were glad you wern't bothering you as much as they were Harry, You got the occational stare and whisper that usually was "The last Gaunt there." but you think it was mainly because of your name that people didn't like talking about it. Hopefully this attention would die down soon and people would care less. Malfoy didn't help the situation by trying to nit pick his way into Harrys head to look good infront of the other Slytherins.

The class you along with everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but you weren't sure you believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

The rest of the week proceded it was now friday, Harry and Ron finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast without getting lost once. Today was Double Potions with the Slytherins and Head of Slytherin house Professor Snape. He most likely favors Slytherin, just like McGonagall favoued Gryffindor so far, Although the huge pile of homework didn't show that favour, Why is it called Homework when I don't go home. That thought floated in your head for a while.

Just then, the mail arrived. You occasionally ordered some things, You used your owl Ash which you named because of the ashy coloured feathers.

Hedwig Harrys Owl often flew in to nibble his ear and have a bit of toast before going off. This morning Hedwig had dropped a note onto Harry's plate causing a little bit of a mess. Harry borrowed your Quill without asking but you didn't really care.

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, When he mentioned your name 'Marvolo Gaunt' he said it coldly and what seemed like a hint of fear or not. You coulden't tell as his tone didn't change.

He paused at Harry's name. "Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new -- celebrity." Mocking his name as he spoke. You could see Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black, They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but you caught every word -- like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper **** -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Looking over to the bench you Hermione, Ron and of course Harry was sitting at.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, You noticed that he seemed to be testing Harry this entire lesson from when he called his name out, it seemed like bullying, Of course Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, were enjoying themselves they were shaking with laughter.

"I don't know, sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" You saw Harry forcing himself to keep looking straight into Snapes cold eyes. Snape was continuing to still ignore Hermione's quivering hand. You knew she was smart but how does she even know.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" At this, Hermione was pretty much standing up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?" You looked over at Snape who Harry had just challenged, A few people laughed; You saw Harry and Seamus enchange looks ending in Seamus winking. Snape, however, was not pleased.

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living ****. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment You quickly recited it in your head to remember what he said. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." With that came a sigh from everyone.

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued you being part of Gryffindor kind of helped. Snape put you all into pairs and set you to mix up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching you weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except You and Malfoy, whom he seemed to like with you though it felt not so much he liked you but feared, Probably the conncection with the dark lord. When you stewed your horned slugs and when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon he simply said 'Good Job'. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class you included was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. You looked over and saw Snape then round on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

"You -- Potter -- why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor." Another Gryffindor sigh fillied the class.

Everyone climbed the steps out of the dungeon an hour later, Harry and Ron were going to Hagrids and others were just going to hang out there was a bit of free time and you weren't going to waste it.