Pottertalia and the Sorcerer's stone

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I dedicate this chapter to:
Lady-_-Jazzy you are such an amazing friend!!
iIanverse03 Senpai has noticed you....................first time I have ever said that
K443smilesforever thankyouthankyouthankyou!!
I will probably do this every now and then... You have been warned...

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Alfred's POV

Breakfast this morning was filled with gasps and whispers. Everyone was staring at Harry Potter. I would say I wasn't staring at him and was minding my own business but, I would be lying.. We were then handed our schedules I looked over it and saw my first class was transfiguration. I quickly finished and started walking to the classroom. As soon as we all sat down professor McGonagal immediately started lecturing us about how dangerous this subject is. Then, she transformed her desk into a pig and back. We quickly found out we wouldn't be doing that for a long time. We were given a bunch of notes to copy down and then a match that we had to transform into a needle. It was really hard and only Hermione mastered the spell.

Next, was the class that I was really interested in, Defence Against the Dark Arts. It turned out to be horrible. How is a hero supposed to defeat bad guys if he only gets to sit in a disgusting classroom copying notes?! The classroom smelled of garlic an professor Quirrel said it was because of a bunch of vampires he met. We all thought it was a lie and tried questioning him but he wouldn't answer.

We had a bunch of other classes but I won't torture you with explanations of every single one.

Finally, it was Friday. I stuffed all of my homework in my bag and looked at my schedule. Double potions with Slytherin...Hey! A class with Iggy! I smiled and started walking to the dungeons.

Arthur's POV

I was sitting in the classroom, reading a book when I heard it..

"HEY IGGYBROWS GUESS WHAT!! THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!" I facepalmed and looked over to the door. Sure enough, the idiot was walking in and coming strait towards me.

"Hello Alfred. Call me that again and I will hex you." I replied, turning back to my book.

"Sheesh! Calm down! Have you had a bad week or something?" He put down his stuff and sat beside me.

"What do you mean? I'm always like this!"

"There will be no foolish wand waving and playing in this class." A cold, mean voice said from the back of the class. Professor Snape, potions master and Slytherin's head of house. He walked to the front and sat as his desk. He called roll and stopped at the-boy-who-lived.

"Oh, so this is the celebrity." He gazed at Harry with his soulless, pitch black eyes. He started questioning the poor kid until Harry replied with, "I don't know, but I think Hermione does so why don't you ask her?" Soon after, a very mad Snape paired us up and told us to make a potion. It wasn't too hard but one of the Gryffindors did something wrong and was rushed to the hospital wing. Snape loved my house...I hated him. Simple enough. Finally, the bell rang and I quickly left.

Sorry if it's crappy, I was trying to get another part in. I love Snape so if it looks like I hate him it's not me! It's the students!
Hasta la Pasta!