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Slightly more perverted "Harry Potter" Reboot	By : Artemis1990 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 386958 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 37
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Chapter List
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Chapter 4: First lessons, Never judge a book by its cover
A black haired boy opens his eyes as he lays on one of the bed in the Hufflepuff boys dorm and pushes himself to sitting position as he reaches for his glasses that he has left on the his bedside table before putting them on. He looks around the room and notices that everyone else in the room still has their mosquito net down which means that they are still blissfully in their dreamlands although he determines that most of them will wake up soon enough.
A look out of the dorm window allows him to see that the sun hasn’t risen over the horizon but if the lightening of the sky is to be judged, it will be soon which means currently, it must be around 4 or 5 o clock in the morning, breakfast will be served in the great hall at 7 and the first class won’t start until 9.
Deciding that there is no need to hurry, Harry takes the time to remember each of his dorm-mates and their personality. Sleeping directly on his left is Ernie Macmillan, a somewhat snobbish pureblood but not in the way that is overly rude or condescending, if Harry is to compare it, he acts rather aristocratic but overall he is actually quite nice enough to give some pointers to him at how pureblood views their society in general, especially regarding half-bloods and muggleborns, he even complimented how Harry handled Malfoy’s thinly veiled attempt to curry favour of him.
Being on the second to the furthest left bed in the room, Harry has no choice but to look at the other side of his bed to find the other occupants. His eyes rested on the bed directly on his right and remembers that it belongs to a muggleborn Justin Finch-Fletchley, an outgoing and friendly guy if not quite a bit of a loudmouth though Harry deems that it probably mostly due to him being nervous as he is apparently as lost as Harry is when it comes to the wizarding world.
The next person next to Justin is a Half-blood named Wayne Hopkins which Harry has to admit lacks the information about him as the guy remains mostly silent during the sorting feast other than telling that his mother was a witch but nothing else.
Finally, he finds the last bed in the room and a frown appears on Harry’s visage, Zacharias Smith is an ass, plain and simple, the guy has an ego the size of Jupiter and selfishness to match, that much is plain to see during the sorting feast when he immediately start hitting on Hermione, Hannah and Susan the moment it starts until he learns that two of the girls being a muggleborn and half-blood respectively before he switch from nice and charming to harassing them until a third year named Cedric put a stop on it.
It puzzles Harry how the guy could end up as a Hufflepuff when he shows very little trait of the house at least outwardly.
Harry let out a sigh as he is quickly running out of things to interest himself inside the dorm room and since he is already wide awake, he doubts going back to sleep is possible either. Faced with little other choice, he pushes his blanket away and climbs down from his bed. He stretches a few times to get his muscles back to work after the stiffness of sleeping at night causes them before going to his trunk to get his towel, robe and toiletries.
Having seen and used it last night, Harry knows that there is no separator between each shower and with no one else in the boy’s shower room, Harry decides that he can have a little harmless fun as he turns on all of the showers on alternating between cold and hot on each of them before standing back with a wide grin on his face.
He takes a deep breath as he approaches the first shower and greeted by cold water which has the effect of ridding him of what remains of his sleepiness. Instead of stopping, he continues his trek slowly to the next one and a hot water washes his body, effectively ridding the cold feeling from the previous one. The effect repeats itself as the boy walks through each shower; he even starts to skip a little as he approaches the last ones in the row.
He goes back and forth a few times before finally turning off all of them except one which he manipulate the temperature to be just right and starts washing himself. Harry emerges from the shower room one hour later back into the dorm room wearing his robe with just a boxers and undershirt underneath since he is still feeling rather uncertain to be going commando. Besides, since he is still below 15 and technically allowed to have underwears below the drafty fabric, the school should let him off with this.
After placing his belongings back into its place and things to be washed into the bin provided, Harry decides to go into the Hufflepuff common room to see if anyone else other than him are already awake. He walks down a short set of stairs and pushes what look to be a perfectly circular door outward before stepping out of it to find himself standing in the house common room coloured in black and yellow.
Even the couch has the same colour theme with the cushion alternating between black and yellow which makes the boy think of a honeybee. Speaking of “honey”, Harry spots a familiar someone with dark honey coloured hair sitting on one of the armchair adjacent to the couch with her eyes in a massive book hold in her hand.
In fact, the book is so big that it literally covers her entire face which Harry cannot help but find to be very amusing as he lets out a snicker. The girl notices the sound and immediately lowers the book to see the source as she speaks with a bright smile, “Morning, Harry. You rise rather early; did you have a good night sleep?”
Harry stops his snicker but keeps his smile as he approaches the girl and takes a seat across her, “Morning, Hermione. Like you’re one to comment about being an early bird when you obvious have risen earlier than I do; I did sleep very well last night, probably even the best sleep I ever have in my life, what about you?”
Hermione puts her book on the table but keeps it open as she replies, “I slept well enough I guess…. I guess I am just excited at having our first day in school of magic. Still trying to wrap my head around it, you know.” Harry nods at her answer; he can understand that as if he is to be honest, so is he.
It’s not that he likes to study but he is still excited to see what Hogwart has to offer compared to muggle school and by the looks of it, plenty. He turns his gaze toward the massive book that his friend has in her hand and asks, “By the way, what have you been reading? I don’t think this is in our school year syllabus.”
He grabs the book’s cover and flips it so that he can read the title before putting it back down and turns toward the girl with curious expression, “Complete and official guide to wizarding fashion by Wilhelmina Wilken? Why would you want to know it?”
Harry’s puzzlement is due to the fact that according to their conversation during their train trip the previous day, fashion is one of the few things that Hermione has confessed to not paying much attention to. Sure, she wears clothes according to the season and whatnot but she never actually goes out of her way to purchase something that she doesn’t need like a pretty dress or fashionable shoes. She simply has no interest in them… until now it seems.
Hermione blushes as she answers her first male friend other than her father, “I am curious on why our dress code is as they are. I mean… wearing nothing but robes just feels… I don’t know… embarrassing… I guess. I just feel so... exposed." Harry nods at the girl, he can understand that easily.
Hell, he has an undershirt and boxer on and he still feel exposed much less.... Suddenly something that the girl told him shot to the front of his thought. His eyes widen as wide as saucers as he snaps his head to the girl's direction in disbelive, "Hermione... Are you telling me that you...?"
The 11 years old muggleborn blushes bright red as she realizes what she has unconsciously implies to her friend and what he is asking about. She immediately grabs the book and raises it to cover her face before lowering it slightly so that only her eyes are visible before nodding as she speaks, “Well… I just think that if we have to do it later anyway, then isn’t that better to try and get used to it earlier?”
Harry can certainly understand her point and heart-fully agree with it as he too has plan as such but apparently he and Hermione has extremely different definition of “early”. What constitute as “early” for him in this case is starting somewhere in the fourth year, probably even a little in the end of third year where some of his fellow muggleborn and half-blood friends will no doubt already starting it for being 15 years old, not in the second day of first year before they even start having class. It just dawns on his just how daring his new friend is behind her bookworm attitude.
The bespectacled boy is going to comment about it when they hears the door leading to the boy’s dorm is opened from the other end and a familiar handsome older male student, Cedric Diggory steps out of it before greeting them “good morning”. Harry replies the older student with equally polite greeting but Hermione’s immediately makes the so called boy-who-lived snickers as the girl is blushing bright red and stammers her own greeting before trying to thank the older boy for his help in stopping Zacharias Smith last night probably for the dozenth times.
Harry's snigger isn’t lost to the girl with a developing crush on the third year as evident by the glare that she is shooting toward him which just made the black-haired boy snigger even harder knowing that with the object of her crush present, she cannot really do anything else to him except for that. Once his laughter subsides, Harry decides to strike a conversation with Cedric, mostly about Quidditch as the latter apparently is the reserve seeker for their house team and seemingly ready to take on the mantle next year after their current seeker, a seventh year graduates.
Harry himself is actually more interested on how the game involves flying on a broom and the technicalities involved with the action. Afterall, he has grown up amongst muggles and if there is one thing other than magic that any muggle kids associate with witches and wizards, it is their flying magic brooms.
During the course of the conversation, several other students, male and female alike, has emerged from the dorms but only a few actually stays in the common room while most of them has left for the great hall for breakfast. Cedric proceeds to offer to accompany both Harry and Hermione to the great hall for breakfast which they both accepted.
During breakfast, Professor Sprout approaches their house table to hand the first years them timetables when Hermione inquires about their class being shared with students from other houses. The chubby looking professor clears her throat once before replying to her, “Your classes are purposely set up as such to promote relation and unity between houses. Of course, I will still expect all of you to behave in the way that will NOT shame our house or I will be angry. Trust me, you won’t like me when I’m angry, do I make myself clear?”
The chorus of pirate-like answer, “Aye aye, madame.” from the entire table earns them a wide smile from their head of house as she finishes handing out the schedules and walks back to the staff table. As the good professor walks away, the first years immediately puts their attention to their schedule with the help of some of the older students when Cedric suddenly put his hand around Harry’s shoulder and winches, “I am really starting to feel sorry for you, Harry. You have my condolence….”
Both Harry and Hermione shoot the third year with questioning look which prompts him to explain. Cedric points toward their first lesson of the day which says “Potion” before continuing, “Potion is taught by Professor Snape…” He points using his eyes toward the far left end of the staff table where the two finds a man with shoulder-length black hair and crooked nose sitting there before continuing again, “… He is the head of house for Slytherin and known to be rather sour toward everyone except for his own house.”
Hermione rolls her eyes as she turns back to Cedric, “Come now, Cedric. Surely you’re exaggerating; the man is a teacher afterall….”
Cedric gives her a sigh of exasperation as he replies, “I wish I am… you can ask anyone from other houses except for Slytherin if you don’t believe me.” This time, Hermione and Harry share a look with each other before shrugging at the same time and goes back to their food. Class will start in one hour and they still need to find the classroom first before they can even meet the man in class and the last thing either of them wants is to be late for their first class.
Exactly one hour later, Harry and Hermione are sitting in a class with their fellow hufflepuffs and Raveclaw first years when the door of the classroom is opened once again and the male professor from before enters and walks straight to the front of the class before speaking to them, "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. 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 put a stopper on death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."*
The professor turned toward Harry with a sharp gaze as he speaks, “Mr. Harry Potter… Our new… celebrity…." He cleared his throat once before continuing, “Tell me, Mr. Potter. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"*
Harry takes a while to concentrate before answering, ”With just that ingredients professor, I’m afraid the answer would be “nothing” but if we add several additional substance such as valerian roots and Sopophorous bean, with the correct method of brewing, I believe we can create a potion called “Draught of Living Dead”. "
Snape sneers before continuing with another question, "Where would you look if I asked you to find me a Bezoar?"* Harry concentrates once again before answering, “I believe that “Bezoar” is a stone-like substance that can be found in the stomach of a goat. The textbook mentions that it can work as emergency antidote to most poison.”
Finally, Snape asks once again, "And what is the difference between monkshood and Wolfsbane?"* This time Harry doesn’t even need to think as he answers, “Nothing sir, they are the same plant and also known as Aconite. The different names are just to make it easier to determine which potion the brewer is brewing.”
Snape’s expression remains impasse as he turns to the rest of the class, “Well, why aren’t you writing it down?!” which sends the rest of the students to scramble and start writing down the bits of knowledge while the professor turns around and continues his trek down the stair until he reaches the board and enchants s chalk to start writing instructions on it.
Professor Snape looks back on the class and says once again, "Instructions are on the board, get to it." As the students are brewing, he walks around the classroom to observe them but remains silent, neither complimenting, correcting or even critiquing their work though Harry thinks that the man seem to hover around him more often than the others and seem to has a permanent sneer etched on his face every time he looks into his cauldron.
One of the Hufflepuff on the back accidentally spilled too much of one of the ingredients into his cauldron, causing it to start emitting blue smoke which the Professor immediately waves his wand toward it and vanish the entire content before speaking, “Foolish child!! 50 points from Hufflepuff!!”
Unfortunately, the professor has been shouting right next to Harry when he is cutting his valerian root for the sleeping potion they are making causing him to miss slightly in his cut making it slightly smaller than the rest. Snape immediately turns to him and sneers, "Another 50 points from Hufflepuff!! It seem that just because you read ahead doesn't make you able to brew a simple potion eh, Potter?"
He then leans over him to look at his remaining ingredient before continuing, "It seem like you are ALSO running out of ingredient. Stay back after class, Potter and we will talk if you are to be allowed to continue in this class without endangering everyone with your..." Another sneer from the professor as he continues, "... Abysmal skill."
Just as he finishes speaking, the bell signalling end of class resounds and the rest of the students starts cleaning up their tables before starting to walk out of the classroom door, the Hufflepuffs visible upset and dejected at losing so much points in their first class. Harry notices that Hermione is shooting him a worried glance before Hannah Abbot pulls her by the arm. Harry cannot help but feels a little bit happy that someone actually cares of his wellbeing.
Once the last of the students walks past the door, snape waves his wand toward the door as it closes with a slam followed by several yelping sound of students who obviously has been trying to listen in from the other side of the door. The professor's wand swishes again a few times toward the door as he applies locking charm and privacy charm before finally putting his wand back to its holster as he walks toward the teacher table and sits behind it.
Snape then lets out a long sigh before turning back to Harry, "Take a seat, Harry." Harry raises his eyebrow slightly as he notices that the professor's tone no longer carry condescending or even unfriendly, almost gentle in fact although still quite authorative, not to mention that the man has used his given name instead of his family name. Unsure of what to think about the sudden change, Harry decides to follow the instruction and sits on one of the front row desk but remains silent as he waits for the man's next move.
He doesn't need to wait for long as the professor looks at him right in the eyes and gives him a tiny smile or at least what look to supposed to be one as the only change in the man’s expression is the slight raise of the corner of his lips as he speaks again although his tone is definitely much friendlier now, “You really do look like your father at your age, although your eyes definitely come from your mother’s.” A knock on the door signals the arrival of another person.
Snape swishes his wand toward the door once again to temporarily disable the locking charm and allows the person to enter. The door opens to reveal the beautiful woman that is the deputy headmistress of the school who enters before quickly closing the door behind her and allows Snape to reapplies the locking charm. The young looking woman walks down the stair while Harry is following her every step in confusion until she speaks to the man, “Sorry I was late, the youngest Weasley has somehow manage to cause a small fire incident with the match that he was supposed to turn into a needle. I also found Ms. Granger waiting outside the door as she tries to listen in by sticking her ear on the door. I told her to get to her next class with Fillius, she’s gone now.”
The woman takes a seat on the desk to Harry’s left on the other side of the stair with her legs crossed elegantly before continuing, “So Severus, have you told him anything?” The potion professor waves his hand before replying, “Nothing yet,Minerva. I was thinking of waiting for you to arrive before filling him in to make sure we won’t miss anything important.”
Minerva McGonagall nods in acceptance to his reason before turning to Harry with a kind smile, “Don’t worry, Harry. You are NOT in trouble; if anything, you are here so we can get you out of the trouble you will be in, probably even answer a few of your questions.”
Harry nods his head but remains silent, unsure of what to say or do nor what they mean by “trouble”. Seeing that the young first year is confused, Severus Snape clears his throat, “I guess an apology will be a good start….” He gives Harry a slight bow before continuing, “I’m sorry for taking points of you and put the impression of picking on you, Harry. It was necessary but I’m sorry nonetheless, as for the points… don’t worry about it, they will be put back somehow overtime but definitely before the school year ends which means that your house is definitely not in a disadvantage in winning the house cup.”
Harry nods again, he has read the ruling regarding house points enough to figure out that there are ways to manipulate it for those who knows how. Satisfied with the nod, Severus continues, “Now… as for why you are here….”
The man stands up from his seat before clearing his throat once again as if he is going to give a lecture, “You probably don’t remember Harry but just a little less than 11 years ago, there is an…. incident. A certain dark lord paid a visit to a certain cottage in Godric Hollow where a family of three lived. The reason he was there is to find and kill the one person that he suspects to have a power to derail his plan of conquest, stop it in its track even… that person, was you.”
Harry eyes widen to the bit of information he has just been told and opens his mouth to speak but a raised palm from Snape stops him from doing so as he allows the man to continue, “Now… he obviously failed somehow since you are here, breathing and definitely alive. We aren’t exactly sure how or why but you did survive and the dark lord was banished, not dead but not exactly alive either. Based on the evidence left behind, there is no doubt that your parents had fought to protect you and paid it with their lives and somehow they also manage to do something to protect you, a feat that is nothing less than a miracle it is….”
Snape stops to take a deep breath to control his emotion while McGonagall is rubbing her teary eyes with a hankie. Harry himself feels a sense of loss but since he can barely remember any of them, he can’t really say that he feels sad enough about it to shed tears as the two adults do.
Once the two adults manage to control themselves, Minerva continues where the male as left off with a scowl on her face as she remembers the event, “After the attack, Dumbledore send for Hagrid to collect you from Godric Hollow and to bring you to Privet Drive where I had been waiting. I fought your placement there, I had seen them, seen what they are capable of and I knew for a fact you will not grow up happy there but Dumbledore was adamant. He left you on their doorstep with a letter tucked in your blanket to inform the Dursleys of your parentage and what had happened to your parents. Before we left, I managed to put a warming charm and sleeping charm on you in hope that you will feel more comfortable even just slightly.”
She looked at Harry with apologetic look which the boy nods in acceptance, the woman had done everything she could and he cannot fault her for that. A small relieved smile adores the woman’s expression which, Harry has to admit, makes the beautiful woman looks even more attractive before she continues, “Severus and I did come back a few months later to see how you are doing and I have to admit that I was so close to transfiguring those pigs and horse into their animal counterparts with how they treated you and we immediately knew that we had to do something more to protect you. Dumbledore’s ward might fend off attack from outside but there is no protection for you from one that comes from the occupants.”
She turns to Snape with a smile before continuing, “Thankfully, Severus is a master in wards. He applies a non-violence ward in the house and I decided to make regular check on you to make sure you are well and healthy although I wish that we could do something about their lack of love for you but I couldn’t afford to stand out and alert the headmaster of our meddling with your life.”
Harry nods in acceptance but an interesting tale it is, they still hasn't explain why he is here and what they mean by "trouble". When he raise up the issue, Snape answers him with a serious look, "The crux of the problem, Harry is that you are standing in the middle of a war between two titan with the wizarding world in the line. Voldemort wish you dead so that he can rise into power unopposed, Dumbledore wants to use you as a weapon to stop Voldemort and hopefully put himself as the ruler; Neither of them has the best of your well-being as their priority. In fact, whichever of the two won, it doesn't mean well to you at all and frankly, that is NOT an option for us. That's why we are trying to make a third faction, YOUR faction."
Harry's shocked expression speaks more than his words ever could at the information. The two adults has went back to silence, most likely to allow Harry to digest that there ARE people out there who wants the best for him and will support him against his perceived fate and for that, Harry is grateful. It takes a while before he finally opens his mouth to speak for the first time since their little tale, it is only one word but apparently it is the only question that matters, “Why?”
The boy simply unable to wrap his head around the fact that these two people in front of him willingly put themselves in dangerous situation even put themselves right under the plain view of one of the person who they personally told him is a threat to their own purpose. Part of him wants to question their truthfulness but the emotion that the two has shown him during the whole tale looks too real and impossible to fake even by the best actor or actress.
Besides, while the two has “seen” him, he should be little less than a complete stranger to them, why would they go so far for someone they hardly knows? It simply isn’t adding up in his head.
Severus bears a genuine smile as he speaks again to explain, “It is simple, Harry. Your parents are one of my best friends, Lily was my childhood friend and love interest while James was someone I can proudly call a rival and someone I will gladly call a brother in anything but blood. You are their child and by association alone, you are family.”
Minerva nods her head in agreement before continuing, “I personally taught Lily and James in this very school for 7 years. I can say with perfect honestly and pride that they are the best student I ever have the pleasure of teaching and one of the best and brightest people ever walk through this school. They are my friends, family even and I do see them as my own children. When your parents asked me to be your unofficial godmother, I instantly accepted and I always think it was the biggest honour I ever had the pleasure of accepting.”
She turns toward Severus before continuing, “Severus is also your unofficial godfather with your official godfather being currently unavailable.”
She turns back to Harry and sees the hope reflected on the boy’s eyes which saddens her as she replies, “I fought over your custody after they died but with your parent’s will sealed and with it the statement that I am to be one of the people your parents personally appointed to be your guardian, I had lost my claim.”
Severus lets out a growl as he continues her, “That was also when we realize that Dumbledore does NOT have your best interest at heart and we decided to split from him… at least at the personal goal sense.” At Harry’s questioning expression, he elaborates, “Dumbledore was the one who sealed your parents will using his power as chief warlock of wizengamot even against the official law of the ministry which stated that….”
Harry interrupts the man with a quote from the law book he had, “… last will and testament of a deceased wizard or witches of the most noble and ancient house is to be read and made public no later than 2 weeks after their ministry confirmed date of death.”
A look of surprise passes the two adults’ face for a moment before a bright smile replaces it as they nods at the first year at the same time. Severus even commented about it, “I can see that you inherit your mother’s love of book. Keep that habit, Harry, knowledge is the one thing that can only serve you well in the future.”
Minerva nods her agreement before the second period bell resounds to tell that the next class will come soon and therefore, ends their current meeting. The woman turns to Harry and told him to get to his next class which he follows as he walks out of the door.
She then turns to her colleague before asking, “Did you find “her”?” Severus grins widely before answering, “Hermione Granger, the girl looked as if she was ready to rip on me verbally when I gave Harry his 50 points deduction. She also raised her hand on every single question I gave although they are NOT in the text book.”
The deputy headmistress raised her eyebrow at the man who just shrugs as he answers casually, “I said they are not in the textbook, not that they are not first year material. Those questions are still first year syllabus, they just need to find another beginner potion book to get the answer. I AM a teacher still.”
Minerva nods her head in understanding; she too is an educator and therefore knows that it is great folly to the students who thinks that their in-class textbook will carry everything they need to know about.
Finally, Severus picks up a potion bottle from his desk and hands it to the woman as he speaks, “That is the potion that the girl brew in class, I never see any first year able to brew a sleeping potion as perfect as that… not even I at her age. She is simply a genius it is almost a wonder why she didn’t end up a Claw….” He then remembers the gleam on the girl’s eyes right before the class end bell tolls as he mutters, “… Almost.”

*Some dialogue and scene taken from "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" by JK Rowling
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