Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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Harper draws a smiley face on the side of his parchment to pass the time when the door to the classroom bursts open. Harper turns his head to look behind him and he sees Harry and Ron walking in, glancing around the classroom for the professor.

Little do they know.

"Whew! We made it, mate. Can you imagine old McGonagall's face if we were late first day out..." Ron said, talking to Harry and catching Harper's eyes when he noticed the brunette looking at him, but before he could sent a smile at Harper, the boy turned away from him making him frown. Was this because of what he had said about his sister?

Hearing what Ron had said, the cat narrows its eyes and leaps up, transforming into Professor McGonagall in front of their eyes.

Ron's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "That was bloody brilliant!" He said in amazement.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. But perhaps it might be more useful if I transfigured Mr. Potter or yourself into a pocket watch. That way one of you might be on time." Professor McGonagall said, looking at the two.

"We got lost." Harry said, a guilty expression on his face.

"Then perhaps a map. I trust you don't need one to find your seats?" Professor McGonagall said.

Harry and Ron walked past the Granger's twins, sitting at the front row center.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex, dangerous and valuable magic you will learn at Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said, beginning her class after Harry and Ron sat down. "Use it skillfully and it may, one day, save your life. Make a mistake and you could find yourself with a toad's head and a monkey's tail." She said, opening a textbook as she looked at the students. "All right then. Shall we?"

Harper and Hermione exchange a glance before opening their books.

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Professor Snape paces imperiously, the others sit in dead silence, eyes wandering to the pickled animals floating in glass jars along the cold stone walls.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few..." Professor Snape's eyes turns to look at Draco. "... who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death."

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to... not pay attention." Professor Snape said, looking right at Harry who had not noticed him.

Harper softly elbowed Harry, getting his attention. Harper nodded at Professor Snape and Harry instantly placed down the quill, looking up at Snape.

"Mr. Potter. Our new... celebrity. Tell me. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Professor Snape asked, looking down at Harry, ignoring Hermione's raised hand.

Harry shrugs.

"You don't know. Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Professor Snape asked, and Hermione raises her hand again.

"I don't know, sir." Harry answered.

"And the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Professor Snape asked.

"I don't know, sir." Harry said, ignoring Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle sniggering at him.

"Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter." Professor Snape said.

"Clearly Hermione knows. It seems a pity not to ask her." Harry retorted as a few other Gryffindors laughed, except Harper who only stayed quiet. Harry noticed that Harper is quieter and kept to himself than Hermione.

"Silence!" Professor Snape exclaimed, instantly, the class is filled with silence. "And put your hand down, you silly girl!"

Hermione's hand flattered, her hand falling down onto her lap.

Professor Snape steps towards Harry, eyes glimmering. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." He said, turning to the others. "Well, why aren't you all copying this down?"

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Harper draws mindlessly on his parchment, looking up when he hears Seamus muttering down the table.

"Eyes of rabbit, harp string hum..." Seamus muttered, waving his wand on his glass of water.

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Harry asked.

"Turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday before it--" Ron didn't get to finish his sentence as Seamus's glass blew up, painting his whole face black. "Two Knuts says he loses his eyebrows by week's end. Ah, mail's here."

Harper looked up as dozens of owls circled the ceiling, before swooping down, dropping parcels from home.

"Hey look! Neville's gotten a Remembrall!" Ron said.

Harper turned his head to look at Neville and saw the boy holding a glass ball filled with white smoke. Slowly, the smoke begins to turn a deep scarlet.

"I've read about those. If the smoke turns red it means you've forgotten something." Hermione said.

"Only problem is... I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville said.

"Neville, where's your robe?" Harper asked after noticing the boy is not wearing his robe. And just like that, the Remembrall is instantly filled with white smoke.

"Oh, I forgot my robe." Neville muttered, turning his head to look at Harper. "Thanks Harper."

"You're welcome." Harper said, sending Neville a kind smile.

"Hey, Ron." Harry said, nudging Ron-- who was staring at Harper-- to get his attention. "Somebody broke into Gringotts! Listen: Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist nothing was taken. The vault in question had, in fact, been emptied earlier that very same day. That's odd."

"It's mad. Dad says there are dragons guarding some of the vaults." Ron said, taking the parchment Harper held out towards him and is amazed by the art. It was just a red rose, but it looked absolutely beautiful. "This is amazing Harper." He praised, looking at Harper.

Harper smiled shyly at him, playing with his robes sleeve nervously.

"No. It's just odd..." Harry said, bringing Ron's attention back to him. "That's the day Hagrid and I were there."