Harry Potter in Time but He's a Stoner

Genius ideas and a ballsy boy.

Walking down the hall, Harry got lots and lots and lots of stares from prefects, people on partial and skivers, and God was he hating it, so instead of heading straight to a class he wasn't welcomed in, he first went back to the dorms to drop off his very visible snake. 

"Sorry Katya, I've set your viv up but you can nap on my bed if you feel like it." He sighed at the snake letting her down off of his shoulders and chucking her a mouse before leaving again with the sound of annoyed hissing fading away into the background. 

Harry stopped. A sly grin grew onto his face and if anybody would've stopped to look at the boy they would've cowered away from James in the halls instead - it was surprising how the boy hadn't even had a slight recognition of James yet but he was just waiting for it. Regardless of his intentions of willingly sitting in a class, he suddenly had one of his idiot genius brainstorms. 60 years. No one knows him. Dumbledore practically loves him at this point. Shape shifting objects. Yeahhhh imagine how much funnier watching objects change shapes and colours and excetera would be if he was absolutely off his tits. To translate, Harry was about to do a shit tonne of weed. 

He dipped into his backpack he'd somehow managed to hide so far under his bed that he literally had to climb under and wiggle his way back out. All the while, Katya was just laughing at the poor boy who was stuck wiggling under his massive queen sized bed somehow. But anyways, he was gasping a little as he dug down into his would-be-absolutely-fucking-reeking-of-illegal-drugs-that-were-inside-if-not-for-magic backpack and pulled out a bag of somehow still in piece brownies. These brownies were full (and I mean full) of weed. So naturally, he scoffed one and a half, the taste leaving an awful feel on the back of his throat but he soon didn't care as he just left all of his stuff for classes in his room and left to the classroom full of kids, a teacher that could have him expelled just for knowing about drugs, and his dead parents and godparents if he hadn't already mentioned that before. 

Of course he had.

He reached the room chewing on some nic gum that he'd had spare in his pocket and entered the classroom he remembered that Mcgonagal was in. However, it was the past. So instead, he walked into a charms class taught by a ghost he'd never met and a room full Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. He could feel the drugs kicking in on his head a little as his vision wooshed around the room, watching everyone turn to face him. 

"Mcgonagal's?" that was all he said, like others could piece together the rest of the question. Thankful for him, they did and a bulky, dark skin Hufflepuff told him that she was two rooms over. Harry stared very intently at the boy leaning into the others personal space and booping his nose before waving as he walked out of the class. God forbid that the young Knightley wasn't traumatised after that, and all because he was sat closest to the door. 

Back to Harry who was now wandering down the hall, counting his steps and walking in a very unbalanced line - the heel of his foot going to the tip of his toes and repeated. He knew that he was high but to be fair he didn't care enough to begin with never mind that he was now in the middle of the act. He found the door to Mcgonagal's rather quickly to say he was hindered a little and just walked straight in. Like straight in. To the door not into the classroom. Someone must've heard the bang from when the door collided with his head because they soon opened the door and everyone just watched as a young boy sunk slowly to the floor as the door was opened all the way. 

"What the Hell man!?" and Harry just lifted his head up, now pasted with a slightly red bump, and stuck his thumb up to the crowd. "I'm okay!" He shouted. Remus sunk his head into his hands with a sigh. This was going to be a disaster. 

Never mind, who was the boy kidding. Having Harry around was going to be fucking fun.