The Rise of Harry Potter by ZaneT69

Chapter 2

September 20th, 1991

Hogwarts sucks. I didn't know why I didn't realize this before attending. Cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts position, with a stuttering idiot as a professor. A ghost that puts people to sleep, preventing people from getting passing grades and forcing them to self-study to get them. It would be far more logical to simply exorcise him and let students self-study or hire another teacher.

The classes were easy, effortless for me to pass. Hell, even Snape liked me! I was already first in my year and bored! Sadly, the mindless masses were intimidated by my intellect. Only Padma and Su Li are my friends, and even then were not terribly close to me. My efforts to dissuade my house from thinking James had special training were in vain, they simply started believing that I was lying out of jealousy.

I finally decided to just practice in secret, after I had asked for advanced studying from teachers, and even demonstrated my advanced magical knowledge to them. They refused in spite of that and even said I would gradually become more challenged. Only if I forgot what I already knew! But I was sure they would happily take credit for my progress and my hard work.

I quickly blasted a high-end training dummy into oblivion, while dodging an attack from another, and knocking it into a wall with a Stunning Spell, and quickly breaking it in half with an overpowered Disarming Charm. All my anger enhancing the power of my silent spell work.

"I-impressive, Mr. P-potter." I heard Professor Quirrell's unmistakable voice say.

I quickly turned to face him. "Professor Quirrell!" I said nervously. "Am I in trouble? Because I bought the training dummies myself, and I made sure the room was reinforced for dueling."

He walked to a wall and cast a spell on it. "Indeed you did, and did so very well. I have noticed that my class is easy for you, and I've overheard that you have asked teachers for private lessons. Just how advanced are you?" He said, without a stutter. Maybe he has stage-fright or fear of groups?

"I memorized the books for all seven years of Hogwarts, as they were during my parents time here, and secretly practiced wand movements since I was three. When I got my wand, I successfully performed all seven years of spells. I've also filled in the gaps in my knowledge by borrowing more recent books. I've also studied Occlumency and Legilimency and Wandless magic. I've become proficient at all of them, even repelling Albus Dumbledore from my mind in 1987." I said, to Quirrells undisguised admiration.

"Impressive. And you find you aren't challenged at Hogwarts? Have you considered studying other forms of magic?" He asked.

"Well, I'm studying wandlore and wandcrafting. I'm considering more combat oriented magic too. That or self-studying to get mastery level knowledge and skill in one of the classes here." I said, in reply.

"Are you aware that more combative magic is considered Grey or outright Dark by the Ministry?" Quirrell asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"That's ministry propaganda designed to control the masses. I would be using the magic only in life or death situations. Honestly, most dark magic can be used for good. People are just to afraid of being corrupted by it." I said, to his approval.

"And you aren't?"

"Of course not. I know who I am, and what kind of person I want to be." I said in reply.