𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 : 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐑 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭.

Chapter Four : Potions, Trolls and Three headed dogs

Y/N would wake up early, as he usually did on school days. He would brush his teeth, do a few pushups, and mess with his hair a bit. He would change into his robes, grabbing his butterbeer flask, and his "wand", which was the reason why he was up so early.

Y/N would walk downstairs, and plopped down on one of the couches, placing the wand on the table in front of him. He hadn't a clue where t start, so he just started to draw it. He heard some footsteps, and looked up, to see that it was Hermione, who stopped like a deer  in headlights when their eyes met. "Are you gonna stand there...? Come sit down." Y/N beckoned her over, and she plopped down, right beside him.

"Y/N" Hermione called out to him, to which he nodded, looking at her. "What's that thing right there.?" 

Y/N closed his book, picking up his wand. "It's my wand.. Ollivander said it was extremely dangerous. And I learned that the hard way, that's how I trashed his store." Y/N said, a slight bit remorseful. "But I'm trying to figure out what it is, It has to be some sort of ancient weapon." Y/N stated, to which Hermione nodded. Y/N placed it back on the table, to which she picked up, inspecting it. After a few moments, an electric spark would shock her fingers, to which she yelped and dropped it.

Y/N grabbed her hand, inspecting it. Unbeknownst to Y/n, Hermione's face was a bright crimson. Y/N then looked at her face, wondering why she was red. She snatched her hand away, diving her face into any nearby book, and began to mutter some random words.

"U-uh.... your book is upside down-" To which Hermione nodded, flipping it around.

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The first class would be double potions with Snape, and Y/N was excited to have a "reputable" class. He'll soon find out why shit isn't sweet in Snape's classroom.

Potions is settled in a classroom, down in the dungeons, It's pretty cold, so Y/N brought a jacket, to which we would soon find out that that was a mistake. Y/N would walk into the classroom, Hermione, Ron and Harry following behind. They would take their seats, Y/N between Hermione and Harry, and Ron on the other side of Harry.

"Ah yes.. Our two new "celebrities." Snape says, as he glances between the towo, causing Draco and his pea-brained goons to chuckle. The professor seems to star a hole into Harry's face, and  Y/N snapped, snapping both of them out of a trance. 

"Can we carry on? I'd like to learn about potions." To which Hermione kicked him under the table, and he yelped a bit. Snape snarled, and began spouting nonsense, as Harry began writing down what he was saying. 

"L/N, Potter!" He said, grabbing everyone's attention. "What would i get if i added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood." Harry shook his head, and Y/N was about to speak, before Snape interrupted him. 

"Let's try again, L/N, Potter. Where would you look if i told you to find me a bezoar" he snapped, directed towards Harry. "I don't know, sir." Harry sunk in his seat a little.

"Perhaps fame isn't everything... What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane." To which Y/N and Harry stayed silent. At this point, Hermione's hand was practically reaching for the clouds. Snape was a bit furious, to which he snapped at her. "Put your hand down, silly girl." to which she sunk in her chair, upset.

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Every source of light went out. Everything in the room that was made out of glass broke. as loud chattering began, the sound of crackling electricity filled up the room, and many turned to where it was coming from. Purple electricity practically radiated from Y/N's body, as he muttered something under his breath. "Δεν είσαι παρά αποβράσματα. Πάντα θα είσαι αποβράσματα. Αν πάλι ασεβείς τους φίλους μου, δεν θα διστάσω να σε σκοτώσω." He snarled at Snape, as the electricity subsided, and everyone was left in complete silence, and Snape didn't even dare to take a point away from Gryffindor.

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As Y/N was walking to transfiguration, Hermione caught up with him, and pulled him aside. "What was that back there?!" She whisper-yelled, as Y/N looked left and right, and responded. "I- I'm not even sure. I felt my wand growing hot, so i grabbed it, and this searing hot pain was inside my body, it felt like it was trying to burst through my skin." He said, to which Hermione sighed. "We're lucky that he didn't take any house points away." she scolded Y/N. "Let's sit together in transfigurations, yeah?" Y/N responded, as she Nodded.

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Y/n and Hermione would enter the classroom, and see a few students, and a cat sitting on the table. Hermione asked him where the teacher was, and he looked around. "Oh! she's right there, on the table." He lightly poked her with his elbow, and pointed. "Are. You. Serious? That absolutely cannot be professo-" Hermione exclaimed, but was interrupted by McGonagall jumping off of the tale, smiling brightly. 

"Very good showcase of knowledge, L/N. How did you know.?" she asked, turning her ear to Y/N a bit. "Well, you kept the same color as your hair, same eyeshape and all. And It was more of an intuition thing."

After a few minutes, Hermione already finished her work, and was guiding Y/N a bit. Ron and harry burst through the doors, as Y/N closed his eyes and chuckled a bit, and Hermione rolled her eyes. McGonagall transformed, lectured Ron and harry, and class was already over with.

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Ron and Harry ran up to the two, as Y/N shoved his notes into Harry, and the four hurried to lunch. Hermione sat beside Y/N and Harry and Ron sat across, as they began to copy off of his notes, which kinda irked Hermione.

Harry noticed a brown haired boy trying to cast a spell on some water, right before it exploded in his face. Not too long after, owls and Ako would fly through the lunch hall. "Ah.. Mails here." Ron would exclaim, looking up.

Harry takes the newspaper that Ron puts away, and asks him if he can borrow it, to which he nods, and harry thanks him. Harry reads the daily news. Y/N watches Neville unwrap a gift, which is a clear ball, with gold adornments and etchings. "hey, look! Nevilles got a remembrall."

"I've read about those! when the smoke turns read, you've forgotten something!" Hermione exclaims, and Y/N stands up, leaving. 

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Gryffindor and Slytherin students line up into two rows, brooms by their sides, laying down on the ground. A woman with snake-like yellow eyes, and spiky blonde hair walks down the "aisle".

"Good Afternoon class" she says, a bit fats.

"Good Afternoon Madam Hooch." everyone responds.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well? What are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of your broomstick" she barks like a drill sergeant.  "Stick your right hand out, over the broom, and say, "Up!"

Y/N doesn't even say the word, he Imagines the broomstick flying into his hand. As it mimicked what he imagined, he inspects his hands, wide eyeing. Madam Hooch raises her head, eyeing Y/N and Harry.

The class continuously repeats up, and Y/N noticed Hermione struggling. He taps on her, and positions her arm into a more comfortable position. He rubs the side of her arm with the back of his hand, smiling. "Just relax, let it come naturally." As he turned to Ron, about to guide him as well, the broomstick flies up, and whacks him in the nose.

Harry and Y/N snickers, to which Ron nasally says. "Shut up you two!"

A short amount of time later, everyone has mounted their brooms. Madam Hooch explained how to properly grip the broom. She then grabs her whistle, about to blow it.

"When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady , hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly, and touch back down, on my whistle... 3... 2.."

Neville kicked off in fear, As Y/N follows him with his eyes. he sighs, as Neville whimpers. after a bit, Neville gets caught on a statue, as he dangles extremely high up. His cloak rips, as he catches a torch, and falls again, a loud cracking noise heard.

"Everyone out of the way!" Madam Hooch barks, as she rushes over to Neville. She rushes Neville to the infirmary, not before a statement. "Everyone's to keep their feet on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing, understand?! If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding  it will find themselves out of Hogwarts, faster then they can say Quidditch."

Draco snickers, showing off the remembrall. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd remember to fall on his fat arse." To which the Slytherins snicker at.