Harry Potter in Time but He's a Stoner

Snakes, shapes, and skunk.

"Ahhh you must be Mr.Dursley I was told to be expecting you," Mcgonagall said rushing over to the boy and gripping his arm to help him as he stumbled up. "Yeah yeah thanks," He barely processed saying anything before he looked up and his face burst into joy. 

"Draco!" He yelled and jumped through the small group of random bystanders and Mcgonagall before throwing himself at a boy sat on the 2nd to front row. "Ohhhh shiiitttt!" He heard James shout a little. "Now now boys please all be seated so we can continue without disruption." Everyone dispersed but the Marauders just couldn't seem to pull their eyes away (neither the rest of the class seemingly aswell). 

"Proffesor! Uh, what do I do about this... this... nuisance!" The boy whose arm was being clutched onto by a young boy he'd never met before. "But Draaaaacoooooo," Harry whined rubbing his cheek up and down the blonde's arm, getting small tears that Harry was for some reason weeping??? Even Sirius the drama king couldn't describe what kind of emotion-feeling-thing Harry had on his face. And that was a feat.

"Ah yes. Mr. Dursley please seat next to Mr.Malfoy or away from him entirely." Mcgonagal gestured now stood at the front of the room as she conjured a chair to the most left side on the first row - naturally so she could keep her eye on him. "Buttt Professor Minnieeeee I love him soooo much." Harry again whined out, this time poking and pulling at the blondes cheeks and then moving to stroke his hair - platinum, short and gelled like always.
"Harry are you mental!!" Someone shouted and suddenly the boy mentioned was ragged away from the boy and was now kicking and screaming like a toddler. "NOOOOO Dracooo save meeeee." Harry just got a look of disgust as the other brushed down his robes and redid his hair. "Who the fuck is Draco?" James leant forward over his desk, that was situated right behind Harry's so Minnie could keep her eye on him, and he whispered into Harry's ear who just sat sulking. "He's my favourite person." Harry gasped eyes full of excitement as he spun to face James and slammed his hands down on the others desk. "Mr. Dursley! Might I remind you're not meant to be in this class. Another disruption to my students and I will have you removed, permanently." Harry sat up straighter pulling his face into a weird contact as he tried not to laugh. "Y-yes mum." Mcgonagal sighed and spun back to writing on the chalkboard.

The words on the board suddenly warped and turned and spun until they were little animals the biggest one being a cat with a fancy witch hat on. They all began doing the tango as little stars began to dance around the room. Harry laughed out and said a few wow's and even more gasps as the animals performed circus tricks.

It didn't last long because soon he felt a flick on the back of his ear and James once again leant forward to talk to the young boy "Oi Mcgonagal's talking to you." "Huh" and Harry turned to the face of an angry women. "Anything you'd like to share with the class that's going on in that brain of yours." She put her hands on her hips and her lips thinned out and Harry couldn't help but relate her to Petunia for a brief second. So, of course with the reminder of his abuser,he had to tell her the truth. "Dancing cats, rats, dogs and stags all under the moonlight." He stood with a passionate look and jumped while spinning. "And they go whooshing and then they all fall and it's really sad." Harry was gone. And he knew it. He stopped spinning and looked at the class. Suddenly, his heart rate spiked threw the roof and his ears began ringing. Some Slytherin a row across from him tried to talk to him but all Harry saw was that snake from 2nd year diving at his face and he jumped back. 

"I'm gonna go now professor." Harry said but made no effort or attempt to move. He turned to face the boys' that were scattered around him - Remus to his left back, Sirius to his right, James directly behind him and Peter a few seats right diagonal. He gripped the desk and felt himself wobble. He was certain that people were talking to him - Mcgonagal included - but he just breathed heavily until he felt someone grab his hand and he was whisked away from the classroom entirely. 

He was stood out on the corridor now and he could only register two people around him. He lifted his hand and wiped all over someone's face like he was analysing it; he felt along the jaw and the full cheeks, and the long, soft but frizzy hair. "Are you quite finished?" He heard a rough and defensive voice state before he promptly threw his guts up all down the speakers robes. 

Harry threw his head back up and backed up to the wall of the corridor he was stood in and pressed his face to the cold stone wall. 

"Perfect." And he slowly slid down into a fetus postition.