Tw Slight ableism. Also I made up the timetables.
—1993—
Atlas PoV:
Atlas found himself in the library once again. Only this time, he was getting chewed out by the librarian.
"Stay here. I'm getting McGonagall," The librarian said sternly.
"What no—" Atlas tried to protest but he was pushed down onto a chair.
He shut his mouth and his upper body jerked.
"Stay still!" She reprimanded.
"I can't control it but whatever you say," Atlas muttered. But the librarian did not listen, she walked away and out of the library.
Some time passed (and Atlas spent most of it planning his escape) and the librarian came back with McGonagall before he could execute his plan.
"Come with me Black. We need to discuss your behaviour,"
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McGonagalls office didn't feel welcoming. Especially because of the situation he was in.
"Take a seat,"
Atlas did as she said. His left hand shook violently.
McGonagall ignored this and started speaking, "First of all. I wanted to start with that you are a very good student. One of the best I've seen in my time, but,"
Of course there is a but.
There is always a but.
"You like to sneak around the rules to get what you want. Especially when it comes to learning. I can tell you myself, you did not need to sneak. Many professors would give you permission," McGonagall said.
"Who?"
"Well I know I would've,"
Yeah sure.
"You should return those books."
"Ok."
Atlas ventured back to the dorms and pondered over the pages.
After a while, Atlas had a plan to how he would keep some of the book.
It was simple enough: Rip out some of the pages and glue them to his notebook. And replace the papers from the books with the notebook pages.
Atlas mentally prepared himself to destroy a book before he ripped out the pages of the dark arts book.
He ripped out the pages of the notebook too and used a glueing spell to glue to the pages of the notebook then did the same process on the notebook with the book pages. He used a quick illusion charm so it looked like there were words on it.
He did the same with the other two books.
Atlas grabbed the swapped books and headed back to the library.
McGonagall stood there, ready to get the books back.
"You're a smart boy Atlas. But I do recommend you get over this fascination with the dark arts," McGonagall warned.
This only farther peaked his interest in the dark arts.
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Atlas scribbled down notes on the torn book pages.
Try this!
Or
This should be easy.
The more Atlas read, the more he thought this book did belong in this school. Some of these topics were surely banned even in the restricted section.
Specifically, the curciartus curse.
It spoke of how it worked, when to use it and how to use it.
Atlas repeated the incarnation under his breath, as to not wake up the rest of the dorm.
"Crucio," he said it. But something felt off so he tried it again.
"Crucio!" He whisper-yelled.
Atlas looked back on the book.
'If a witch or wizard wishes to use the
curciartus curse they simply have to say the curse and point it to a tragedy. They also have to mean it.'
Very helpful in pronunciation, thank you book.
Atlas shut his book and groaned in frustration.
He put on his uniform and headed down the many stairs to the great hall.
Some students were already there.
One student in particular headed his way. With frizzy brown hair, a book in and a bossy expression on her face, it was obvious it was Hermione Granger.
Granger sat beside him and looked over her overly booked schedule.
The two did not speak for a while.
They had a small rivalry going on between them and ever since she took up to many classes to count, Atlas felt a little beaten down.
"So Atlas, how did you sleep tonight?" Granger asked.
"I didn't sleep, you?" He said rather bluntly.
"Some hours. Why did you not sleep tonight?"
"I was reading," Atlas said as he took a bite out of his food.
"Alright," Granger muttered and returned to her books and timetables.
Atlas did not need the timetables, he'd already memorised the timetable. Today he had care for magical creatures.
He'd also have herbology and charms.
The first class he'd have was care for magical creatures.
Atlas headed toward the forbidden forest with his 'monster book of monsters' book to the forbidden forest.
He was slightly nervous.
It was a new class.
What if he wasn't any good?
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Atlas did not speak up the entire time of the class.
He watched as Harry mounted the hippogriff, Buckbeak. Due to this being a new class, he wanted to mostly observe instead of trying it.
But it turned out that care for magical creatures (Hagrids version) was less about learning about the anatomy of the creatures and more about actually caring for them.
Atlas made an involuntary grunting sound and tried to play it off by bumping into a tree.
"Atlas! Do you wanna try to brush a hippogriff?" Hagrid asked.
"No thanks,"
It was confirmed, Atlas Black was no good at care of magical creatures.
(A/N: I tried to give Atlas some flaws too- he's not entirely perfect)
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