Fighting Darkness

1.1 (EDITED)

When Harry woke the next morning to a strange noise buzzing in his ear, his hair was matted to his face and his green eyes were hazy.

Her made a weird groan/moan noise as he rolled over, burying his face in the soft pillow, trying to block out the constant buzzing.

"Bloody hell I am tired." Ron groaned from the bed across from him. Mumbles of agreement filled the dormitory as the five boys began to get ready, all of them hoping that the buzzing would stop.

As soon as Seamus, the last one to get up, opened his trunk, the buzzing stopped. Each boy sighed in relief. Although Harry had to admit, he'd been woken up in much worse ways.

Mumbleing something he didnt even understand to Ron, Harry slouched into the adjoined bathroom and quickly stripped off his sweat soaked clothes before jumped into the shower that had his name on the door, letting the cool water rush down his back calming his nerves.

After scrubbing his body with the bar of soap that he'd found in there, he wrapped a red towel around his body drying himself quickly. To lazy to dry his long hair, he simply threw it up into a sloppy ponytail and began to dress.

He had no problem with the majority of the school uniforms, black pants, a white button up and your house tie. What he did have a problem with was the robes.

He stared disdainfully at the long black robes- dress more like- that he held arms length away from his body. "They expect us to wear these?" He asked sourly, eyeing them distaste.

Ron laughed. "You know they do mate. Just put them on." He knew Harry absolutely hated robes and had 'accidentally' burnt the first pairs he'd bought. His plan hadn't worked and he'd been shoved into the fire place and whisked off to Diagon ally to get new ones by his mum.

"I feel ridiculous." He stated bluntly as he pulled the robes over his head. "I look ridiculous." He added as he looked at himself in the body length mirror that leant against the wall.

Ron just rolled his eyes. "Just hurry up. We're going to be late. We have transfiguration with McGonagall with the Hufflepuff's first. I am not sure if it's just me, but she is scary as hell."

Harry laughed and rolled his eyes before he, once again, glared at the ridiculous robes before swinging the well worn canvas bag that he'd had with him since the day he left the Dursleys over his shoulder and followed Ron and Neville down the stairs.
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Harry, Ron and Alice sat in the back of the class, Alice and Ron were scribbling down notes, Alice glaring at her brother every now and then as she flexed her fingers grumbling about the bloody owl feathers.

"Harry." Ron whispered. "You should be taking notes." Harry smirked and taped his temple with one of his long pale fingers. "I am."

Harry had an eidetic memory. Often called Hyperthymesia Syndrome or highly superior autobiographical memory. Everything he's ever seen, heard, or read will be permanently etched into his brain.Which, in some cases was great, but in others it was a horrible curse.

"Oh right." Ron grumbled, glaring at Harry. Harry just laughed and continued to twirl the quill in his hand, listening intently to what the greying lady was saying.

As soon as a bell sounded from far off, the class scrambled from their chairs, collecting their things before hurrying to the door. Harry took his time, the idea of being trampled alive was not a very inviting one.

Just as Alice, Ron and himself were about to leave the classroom, McGonagall called Harry back. Harry nodded at Ron and his sister mumbling, "I'll catch up with you later." Before walking over to McGonagall's desk nervously. He didn't like being alone with adults.

"Yes professor?" He asked innocently, concentrating on not messing up on his words.

"Mr. Potter." She began, "I- as the rest of the teaching staff- know of your, let's say, predicament. But I will not allow any sort of slacking off in my class. I do not do special treatment. The reason I am only talking to you and not your sister as well is because I noticed you weren't taking notes, you hardly seemed to be paying attention at all."

Harry couldn't help the small smile that spreads across his face.

"No professor. You see, within all the books I've read, this class was the one I was most exited for. The only reason I wasn't taking notes is because in a way I was. I was born with a, condition you could say, that enables me to remember anything. If you asked me anything from your lesson, I could tell you, word for word, what you said."

By read he meant listened to as either Ron or Ginny read them out loud to Alice and him, trying to prep them for Hogwarts.

McGonagall stared at the boy. "That's extraordinary." She said quietly. Obviously eidetic memory's weren't very common, in the wizarding world, even less is than the muggle world.

She coughed and turned her attention back to the black haired boy. "Well, I am glad we cleared that up. You may go."

Harry smiled and left the classroom, his canvas bag swinging with each step.
(Guys it's long this time, be proud of me {902 words} I'm writing a lot today because I'm gonna road trip and have nothing better to do, so, yay!)