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Chapter XVII

2nd September, 1991

Hogwarts Headmaster’s Office
Albus sat behind his desk, staring blankly as he contemplated the meeting just completed. A knock sounding at the door startled him from his thoughts. Touching his wand to a small trinket upon his desk revealed the identity of his visitor. “Come in Severus,” he called.
“Headmaster,” Snape greeted the older man as he entered the room. “What did you discover?”
Albus sighed heavily. “A disaster dear boy.”
“You place too much importance on the brat,” Severus sneered.
“You are aware of the prophecy Severus,” Albus chided.
“Yes,” Snape agreed, “a prophecy made by a drunken failure of a seer.”
“Be that as it may the prophecy has been proven true.”
“And the disaster?”
“He has claimed his lordship.”
“Can you not pass a law revoking his claim?”
“I fear not,” Albus sighed. “The other Lords would reject such a law out of hand as it would affect them as well,” the headmaster explained.
Severus had to concede the point. “You believe this will interfere with the boy fighting the Dark Lord?”
“Not as such, however, in the muggle world he lives with his grandfather.”
“Nonsense,” Snape interrupted. “Lily’s parents died while the Potters were in hiding.”
“I gathered from Mrs. Dursley the man was a surrogate, though he was unaware of it at the time.”
“I see.” He still wasn’t sure how this development would be a problem.
“I fear the boy is too well loved. This will complicate the need for moulding him to a weapon,” Albus explained.
“We will have him for most of the year,” Severus reminded him an anticipatory gleam in his dark eyes.
“Such behaviour here may well be counter productive,” Albus pointed out. “I never cared for the idea of any child suffering mistreatment but in Harry’s case it was a necessary evil. If he is to sacrifice himself for the greater good of the Wizarding world he must view it as a haven and I as his saviour.”
“What I should like to know is how the dunderheaded offspring of Potter managed to find his way into Ravenclaw?” Severus sneered.
“Now Severus I know you and James Potter had your problems but the man was not stupid, nor was Lily,” Albus chided.
Severus made no reply he only glared at the elderly headmaster in disgust. Throughout their school years Dumbledore was forever defending the actions of Potter and the other Marauders, bullies the lot of them. He doubted the man’s spawn would be any different.
“I would like you to pair Mr. Potter with Ron Weasley while in potions,” Albus continued, choosing to ignore the glare.
“I noticed you had changed the class schedules.” Originally Gryffindor and Slytherin would share classes. This morning, however, when schedules were distributed Severus had noted that it was now Gryffindor and Ravenclaw sharing classes. “You are determined to create a friendship between the two boys?”
“Ron comes from a light family, Harry must have guidance lest he turn dark,” Albus calmly explained.
“Little chance of that I should think.” Severus didn’t necessarily believe the Potter brat was pure light he doubted the child would turn dark considering what dark wizards had cost him.
“Have you heard anything from Lucius Malfoy regarding young Draco’s placement?”
“No, nor do I expect to.”
“Do you think the Malfoys are attempting to redeem themselves through their child?” Albus like most of them had been nearly as surprised by the Malfoy scion’s placement as he was by Harry’s.
Severus carefully considered the question. “It is possible, though I’m not convinced that is the case.”
Albus nodded, his mind mulling over the events that began with the sorting of the students. “I suppose there is nothing else to discuss at this time. You of course have free rein in your treatment of the Potter boy but do try to trim your excesses dear boy.” If he couldn’t save Harry from the muggles he would have to content himself with playing saviour when he finally stepped in to stem the potions master’s behaviour. Hopefully that combined with the adventures he had planned for the child would be enough that he would willingly sacrifice himself, for the greater good.
“If that is all Headmaster I have a class to prepare for.” Not waiting for a response Severus rose to his feet and left the room.

4th September, 1991
The first two days of classes were uneventful other than Weasley continually attempting to claim a seat next to Harry. On the Wednesday Harry heard the first whispers from older students concerning the strange scheduling. Learning that Ravenclaw had, in years past, been paired with Hufflepuff as indeed was still true for the upper years was the confirmation he needed as to the motives of Weasley. He was certain that Ron had no idea as to the motives of the adults but that the headmaster was attempting to push them together was clear. Harry could think of only a couple of reasons for such an attempt, the boy was either meant to influence him or spy upon him, perhaps both. He did know, thanks to Amelia, that the Weasley family were strong supporters of Dumbledore and thus easily influenced by the man.
“I haven’t had a chance to speak to Neville since the sorting,” Harry commented to Draco and Hermione on the way to lunch that day.
“It’s difficult to spend time with anybody outside our houses unless we share a class with them,” Draco commented.
“I think I’ll join Neville at his table, what do you say?” Harry asked, turning to them both.
“I think that’s a splendid idea Harry but is it allowed?” Hermione asked. While she didn’t revere adults, teachers particularly, to the point of near worship the girl had never been terribly comfortable with rule breaking.
“There’s nothing in the Hogwarts rules against it,” Draco answered before Harry could.
“Are you certain?” Hermione asked.
“My father is on the board of governors,” Draco explained. “He was a Slytherin, as such he understands that one never knows which information will be helpful. With that in mind he had me read and memorize the rules for students at Hogwarts as well as the rules which apply to teachers.”
Hermione smiled. “If you have them written down I should quite like to read them, if that is alright with you.” After the formal introduction had been made in Madam Malkin’s Hermione was free in casual settings at least to speak to Draco much more freely.
“Father says one must never share useful information with others,” Draco said, teasing his fellow Claw.
“Oh,” Hermione sighed. She couldn’t hide her disappointment.
“Isn’t it lucky for you I have decided not to always listen to Father?”
“Oh Draco, thank you,” Hermione grinned widely, her face lighting up with joy.
“I will copy the book Father presented me for you.”
Harry looked between them, a smile on his face. “So, we’re agreed then?”
“Let’s join Neville for lunch,” Hermione replied.
Later none of the children could decide who had been more shocked. Neville, the other students or the teachers, nobody offered any objections however and the four children enjoyed a pleasant lunch as they became better acquainted.

6th September, 1991

Mount Street Flat

Evening
This evening found the parlour occupied only by Ginger and Biggles. Algy and Bertie having opted to take in a play.
The two at Mount Street had spent an enjoyable evening discussing the letters they had received from Harry since that first day. Both men had been happy to hear, in the subsequent letters, of the friends Harry and Hermione were finding within the walls of Hogwarts. Ginger expressed cautious relief that other than the attempt to push Harry and the Weasley boy together the headmaster seemed to be leaving his grandson alone.
“I don’t say it isn’t encouraging laddie, but we mustn’t become complacent,” Biggles cautioned.
“You’re right of course,” Ginger agreed. “This must be another letter,” Ginger said as Hedwig flew in through the open window. Taking the letter from the snowy owl he rewarded her with an owl treat. Slitting the envelope he began to read aloud, for Biggles too would want to know what Harry had to say.
Dear Grandfather and company,
I believe I have told you of the competency and in some cases brilliance of the majority of the teachers at Hogwarts. Today I found, to my disappointment, two of the worst examples which Hogwarts has to offer.
The first class of the day was History of Magic. This course is taught by a ghost and a more boring teacher you couldn’t hope to find. Professor Binns, so the story goes, had been a dedicated teacher with nothing else in his life. So much was it his life that he fell asleep one evening in front of the fire and rose the next day to teach his classes, leaving his body behind. I don’t know why Dumbledore doesn’t replace him for only the most dedicated of scholars could hope to learn anything from this particular teacher. He speaks in an absolute monotone and as far as we can determine is simply reading directly from the textbook. Hermione, Draco and I, along with most of the other Ravenclaws have decided that rather than listen to the professor we will read the book, taking notes from it. This couldn’t possibly be more boring than the instructor.
Boredom pales in comparison to the class which followed History of Magic. This class is potions taught by the supposed former death eater Severus Snape. I am glad I knew, from Mum and Dad’s journals, something of their school years. Even so I was quite taken by surprise at the man’s vitriol. It began as he called roll, pausing at my name and remarking on my celebrity in a most snide tone. He then assigned partners, I’m sure this was done at the behest of the Headmaster as I was promptly assigned to partner Ron Weasley. It did not escape my notice, nor the notice of others, that I was the only one paired with a Gryffindor.
Following this Professor Snape gave a small speech extolling the wonderful things he could teach us, if we weren’t, in his words, as big a bunch of dunderheads as he normally had to teach. What a teacher! Before even one class he has already judged us and found us lacking. He proceeded after this to pepper me with questions. Every question he asked was from books at least a year in advance. He was most disappointed when I was able to answer each question correctly. At least I assume he was disappointed as he then took house points from me for being an insufferable know it all.
If the professor considers his students to be dunderheads it is no wonder. His manner of instructions is worse than the ghost’s by far. He, using magic, places the instructions on the board and then snaps at the class to begin. No lecture as to the properties of the ingredients, the importance of the various steps or the dangers of failing to follow them properly. As we work he sweeps about the room, cape billowing in an attempt to be intimidating (it works on most) hovering over the different work stations. As you can well imagine this serves to make many students exceedingly nervous resulting in many missteps. Luckily there were no accidents today, though Weasley nearly caused an explosion by adding a key ingredient before removing the cauldron from the flame. I saw what he was about to do in the nick of time and managed to rescue the potion before disaster ensued. In any event Weasley had points taken for his carelessness.
Following class I and a few others approached Professor Flitwick, our charms teacher and head of house. After learning of the points taken the professor was incensed. He then not only restored the points but awarded another ten points for keeping my temper in the face of such provocation. I am quite glad Hermione and I ended in Ravenclaw house. Our head will at least hear us out, not to mention taking action if needed. Seeing our success with Professor Flitwick, the Weasley boy approached his own head of house, Professor McGonagall. She wouldn’t even hear the boy out before sending him off with a flea in his ear. It is true he was careless and therefore deserved to lose points but I think she should have at least listened.
With an idea towards the need for further steps to be taken in the matter of Snape, I, Hermione and Draco have all three opted to document any unprofessional or bullying behaviour. We will not only document such behaviour aimed at one of us but at any student. A man of this sort shouldn’t be teaching children. I can well imagine the number of children who never pursue careers involving potions solely due to that man’s ill treatment. Draco isn’t certain his father, he’s on the Board of Governors, will do anything about Snape but thanks to the senior Malfoy, Draco knows the other members of the board. After we have enough documentation it is our intention to pass it on to the board. That’s all.
Your affectionate grandson,

Harry
Ginger was nearly growling by the end of the recitation. He had never liked bullies, whether children or adults. For a teacher to bully students was atrocious, that his main target was Ginger’s grandson was unforgivable. “That board better do something about the man,” he snarled.
“Calm down laddie,” Biggles advised. “I would imagine they will, documented evidence will be difficult to ignore. And if they fail to act we can always move Harry to a different magical school, I’m sure the Grangers would follow suit.”
Ginger nodded, “You’re right of course. Sorry about that,” he sheepishly apologized.
Biggles waved off the apology. He was well aware of the extent of his friend’s protectiveness towards his grandson. Come to that the same could be said of them all in regards to the lad.
TBC...
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