Chapter 7: First day
"Treaty!"
The hall sat there in shocked silence, nobody knowing who this mysterious new house was named after until a low thundering noise heralded a table rising from the stone floor. It was a simple wooden table, made from pine with a wooden stool . Harry took off the Hat and let out a low whistle. "Well, I guess anything is possible with magic." He then sat down and looked expectantly at Dumbledore. Dumbledore coughed uncomfortably before addressing the hall.
"Before we begin our feast, I have some words to say and here they are. Nitwit, blubber, oddment and tweak. Tuck in!"
And with that speech, food appeared on the tables. Harry received a menu and, following the printed instructions, called out his desired dish. It was one he had become quite fond of at of his Caribbean holiday islands.
"Goat curry and rice with jerk fries."
At the end of the meal, Dumbledore stood again.
"I hope you all enjoyed your meal, now for some announcements. The forbidden forest is just that: forbidden. The list of banned items has been updated to include fanged frisbees and the full list can be found inside Filch's office. That is all, off you pop!"
The doors soon became crowded as the mad rush to the common rooms took place. Harry remained seated until most of the students had passed through the doors. Before he passed through the door, he was stopped by the headmaster calling his name. "Harry, where is your dormitory?"
Harry smirked and replied.
"That headmaster, is for me to know and you to never find out."
He quickly made his way out of the hall before Dumbledore could reply and made his way out of the main entrance towards the forbidden forest. Thanks to his training, he remembered exactly where he needed to go. Arriving at a stone in the floor not unlike a muggle paving stone, he touched a darker spot and it slid away revealing a staircase. This way was annoying to access but Harry knew that if he was going to enter the chamber safely than he must first enter this way first so the Basilisk would obey him above anyone else, and he would also be safe from any traps. He arrived at the bottom of the staircase and wandered into the dark unknown. He arrived at a door and spoke to it.
§ Open for the true heir of Slytherin.§
He placed his hand on the depression in the door and felt a needle take some of his blood. After confirming he was who he said he was, it ground open, hinges squealing in protest as he glided through the opening and into the living quarters. Entering the bedroom, he collapsed onto the bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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6:55 AM, Chamber of secrets
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he tiredly stretched and yawned. He slowly climbed out of bed and washed, dressed and prepared himself for the coming day. Climbing the main staircase, he came to the entrance he would be using from now on. It was just next to the great hall so he didn't have a long walk. However, the great hall was not his destination for today. Wandlessly transfiguring his robes into muggle style sports clothes, he set off on a light jog around the grounds. His route took him around the lake, through a small part of the forest and past Hagrid's hut. It was about 5 kilometres (3 miles) and it took him 20 minutes. Arriving back at the great hall, he went down to his chambers in the chamber and indulged in a quick shower before donning some school robes over his armour and heading to Breakfast. Settling for American style pancakes with maple syrup he sat at his place and tucked in. When he was finished, the headmaster walked up to him and handed him his schedule Harry saw he had lessons with Gryffindor and was thankful. He could look out for his sister and protect her from those that meant her harm. However, as he looked at the staff table he noticed an evil looking black shroud emanating from the back of quirrel's head. Harry strode up to Quirrel and started chanting in Latin. A dark spectre came out from underneath the turban which Harry quickly trapped in a web of golden light before running it through with Excalibur. The spectre let out an unearthly screech before fading away into nothingness. Looking round at the shocked faces Harry shrugged nonchalantly and simply spoke to the hall. "What, never seen someone kill a piece of Voldemort's soul with a legendary sword before?" He then strode out of the doors leaving the student population who were presently sputtering into their pumpkin juice to prepare for his first lesson, charms.
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Harry arrived in Flitwick's classroom first, and sat at a desk near the back of the room. He watched the students trickle through the door and quickly spotted his sister. He waved her over and she gratefully sank into the seat next to him. Flitwick stood on a pile of books and took the register, calling out the names of the students. He let out a squeak and fell off his pile of books when he reached Iris' name, much to her dismay. Finally, he reached the end of the register and started the lesson.
"Today class, we will be learning the 'lumos' charm. If done correctly, it will emit a white light from the tip of your wand. The incantation is 'lumos' and the wand movement is to hold your wand upright."
He then told the class to try the spell and the muttering of "lumos" could be heard throughout the classroom. Iris got it first try and Harry didn't even bother trying – he could do it wandlessly and wordlessly so was confident with the spell. However, a girl with bushy brown hair next to him had other ideas.
"What do you think you are doing? Professor Flitwick told us to do the 'lumos' spell! Why are you refusing to follow a teacher's instruction? Go on then! Do the charm!"
Realising all eyes in the room were on him due to the annoying girl's outburst, Harry touched his staff and with a quick, muttered "change" he held the beautiful wand in his hand. It wasn't quite as powerful as his staff but he didn't want anyone in the class permanently blinded, however annoying they may be. He raised his wand and spoke. "Lumos."
A brilliant white light emanated from the tip of Harry's wand, forcing some students to shield their eyes from the miniature sun sat at the tip of his wand. Flitwick looked at him in amazement.
"Mr. Emrys-Le Fay-Pendragon, you never cease to amaze me. 20 points to Treaty for such a strong result."
Harry looked smug.
The rest of the class looked amazed.
Hermione looked annoyed.
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After lunch, it was potions with Professor Potter. Ugh. Apparently the old teacher was a spiteful, horrible man who favoured Slytherin but was 'encouraged to resign' with the start of Iris' schooling days. Another reason to hate that blasted Dumbledore. Surely the incessant coddling wasn't good for her, but no. Dumbledore and the Potters looked straight past it all and did what they thought was best, treating Iris like a 5 year old and a weapon at the same time. The conflicting pressures mustn't be easy to cope with. Poor Iris.
Harry walked into class last, sitting at the back next to his sister.After about 5 minutes, Lily walked into class.
"Alright class, my name is Professor Potter and today we'll be learning about the shrinking solution."
She spoke for another few minutes before instructing them to make the potion. Harry went and got the ingredients while Iris prepared the workstation. Harry already knew this potion by heart (one of the things relentlessly drilled into him during his training) and Iris looked confident with potions so he directed her to chop the mountain elderflower roots while he added powdered moonlight to salamander blood. They were the first to finish, and as he brought the bottled potion to Lily, she congratulated him and Iris for a job well done before asking who he was and why her daughter knew him so well.
"Professor,"he replied, "are you honestly saying you don't recognise your own *former* son?"
And with that parting, he strode from the room and into the chamber
AN: Kudos to anyone who knows who Harry's house is named after! First reviewer to say who it is AND what they are from gets to pm me any question about what I plan to with this fic and I will answer truthfully.
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FanfictionWhen Iris Potter is (wrongly) declared the Girl-Who-Lived, what will happen to Harry? When a power the dark lord knows not awakens, what will become of him when the world realises that they were wrong? A wbwl story. Undecided pairing.