Harry Potter in Time but He's a Stoner

Get bullied grandpa.

Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of ringing in his ears and a prodding feeling on his cheek. "Holy shit I think he's dead." "Piss off Ron I'm trying to sleep," Harry spoke with a groggy voice while batting the hand that was poking his cheek away. 

"Who's Ron?" He heard faintly and Harry jumped up shocked but then very quickly regretted it as his head spun and he flopped back down onto his pillow, so his mistake was soon forgotten. From his place he could see Sirius sat on the edge of his bed with Remus stood a few metres away sorting out his parchments. He saw the faint view of Peter whose bed was across and to the left of his own still laid in his pajamas and James who was jumping while struggling to get his uniform trousers on. "What a shit show." Harry whispered while laughing a little. He sat up again slower and more careful than the last and looked around the room again, he just had to confirm that it wasn't a mistake or a dream or that he was still drunk. No, he was here and he was already regretting it. 

"Here," He looked up at a certain scarred boy who was holding out a potion and some water, "James had some stashed so I swiped one," He smiled and gladly took the potion feeling the effects of his headache and nausea ease away into a buzz. 

"I don't know if I'd have survived without that," Harry laughs and he stands. He picks his timetable off of the nightstand and opens it. "Hey, uhh anyone know what time it is?" "Around 7." Harry hums and sees his first class is at 10am with the Hufflepuffs. "When's your first class Sirius?" "In 10 minutes." WHAT. Harry didn't know much but he knew that timetables were only altered for people who desperately needed them, for example mental health, or neurodiversity or even if they were taking extra extra classes. NOT for people who were trying their hardest to have a normal class high school experience (as normal as it could get in the wizarding world anyways) even if it meant taking all the classes. Even divination! But even then it was rare. He flopped back onto his bed and sighed before forcing himself back up and quickly 'changed' into his robes. He says changed but almost everything he was doing with his uniform was against Hogwarts regulations but even so it wasn't exactly going to be in the 60s and out of the spotlight for long so he might as well express himself. He'd go to Dumbledore's office in a bit.

"Peterrrrr!" James shouted before diving onto the other. "Get ready we've got Minnie first and she won't be impressed if you're late again!" "Piss off James not everyone wakes up at half 5!" Peter roles over which flops James off of Pete's bed and onto the floor with a thud. "Yeah," Sirius snorts "Not everybody has a 7-step face wash routine, work out plan and quidditch practice every morning but we all know Jamie." James just flipped Sirius off who was now gathering his things for his class. "Come on Moony I bet Minnie misses me already!" He grabbed the sleeve of Remus' robes who followed the boy out of the room. James followed suit and Peter ran after pulling his robe and still dressing himself as all the boys left. 

During this, Harry was just staring blankly at a wall watching until everybody was gone and he could finally leave. "Come on Katya," Harry said towards his pillow as the mamba slithered out and up his sleeve grumbling about how she was being ignored when in reality Harry has just been too drunk the past few hours to even register his surroundings. He left the room not long after, with messy bed-head and his very informal uniform and weaved his way through staring students all the way to the uncomfortable familiarity of Dumbledore's office. 

You see, this would've been simple if Harry had remembered which fucking password he used, but he used that many that it wasn't something he really cared to think about. So, off he went again shouting nearly incoherent words of sweets and treats until the gargoyle seemed to roll its eyes at him and allowed Harry to walk through. Harry would've flipped it off if he didn't need to remain on its good side - if a gargoyle has a good side, or a personality. Meh, magic innit. 

"Heyup grandpa," Harry waved to Dumbledore as he sat in a seat across from the old man who was scribbling at his desk. "Young Harry. To what do I owe the..." Dumbledore looked Harry up and down analysing his robes, his hair and his snake before he continued much less enthusiastic, "pleasure." He coughed but was caught off guard when Harry roughly stood from his seat. 

"Why am I on partial timetable!" He started pacing, "Honestly, I wouldn't even mind if I was in my time period but I'm sixty years in the past and I can't even catch a break! Imagine how much attention I'm gonna get if I walk straight into a double - never mind if it's with Slytherins. Sometimes, I wonder what goes through your head old man, I'm not even in trouble here. Yes, yes I know VoLdEmOrT's still around but he's not nearly as powerful and doesn't even care that I exist, so why can't I just have a normal Hogwarts experience, eh? Old man!" Harry was panting as talking a mile a minute while pacing in front of someone and then stopping to yell at how old they were to them was actually quite a physically straining activity if he'd say so himself. He stepped back to cross his arms smugly and smirked proudly because he did not stutter. 

He then fell back slouched into his chair - God he reminded himself of Malfoy. 

"Yes, about that young Harry. Well you see.. I just thought you'd want more time to spend enjoying your time away from the limelight so I free'd up your schedule, also have a Hogsmeade pass so you can leave anytime. But, I warn you cautiously, if you get into any of harms way I'm afraid I won't be there to stop it." 

"I can take care of myself." Harry crossed his arms again slouching down stubbornly in his chair - putting a perfect example of what a modern day teenager was actually really like. 

"Evidently." Dumbledore stated and Harry swore it was sarcastic. "I'll add some extra classes if you really desire so. Also, please refrain from letting your snake loose out into the school - not only is it a banned animal it also has some representatives in the wizarding world that are much less... caring." Harry huffed again standing up so he could walk out, he'll go sit in Mcgonagal's lesson until he got bored. "Let Mcgonagal know that I'm joining her lesson." "Of course." 

Harry got to the door before he was stopped again and he turned around to face a 'soft' smiling man, again with mischievous eyes. "Don't drink in the main hall. Or ever at 16 years old please." 

"You don't ask much do you Grandpa," and with that Harry left the office, deciding to flip the gargoyle off anyways and headed to Mcgonagals class.