Wrong Choice (Harry Potter WBWL) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4

((Harry Pov))

It is now the first day of lessons, Monday. I am actually excited, not much for Charms class though. My brother is with me in it. Thats why i now hate most Gryffindors. He made two friends named Rodney Wilson(Half-blood) and Hannah Garnet (Half-blood). They were like me, Hermione and Ron, but prats. They made an enemy named Dominic Malephicent, who is a Hufflepuff. They always call him Dumbinic, which is kinda ironic since i met him and hes actually pretty smart.

Me, Ron, Hermione and Draco were on the way to class, Neville decided to go earlier to get us some good seats, we just about arrived when my books got shoved out of my hands. I groan. I pick them up and shove past my brother and his group. We walk over to Neville and sit down, students piling in minutes later. 'Professor Evans' starts calling out names, starting with all the Gryffindor's.

She stops at Nevilles name, speaking up. "Go to your side of the class." "But im a Ravenclaw." She huffs in embarrassment as some laugh, continuing the role.

"Now, today we are learning the levitation charm, 'Wingardium Leviosa'. I shall show you the motion and then you all try it out with a feather." She starts to lecture us about the spell, along with the expectations of this class. Around fifteen minutes before the lesson ends, she said we could all try. All the Gryffindores were pronouncing it wrong, us Ravenclaws were mumbling it or saying it wrong. I sigh, taking out my 'lighter' looking wand.

I swish and flick. "Wingardium Leviosa." I raise my wand tip, watching in slight awe as it flies. My 'Mother' watches, smiling slightly, i guess she isn't that bad. "Good job, Harry. Ten points to Ravenclaw for getting it on first try. May you help others please?" I nod and get up from my seat walking to my brother and his friends. Charles sighs. "Fine, can we please have help." I nod, taking his my from my pocket again.

"Alright, you are fine, but you three are pronouncing it wrong. Its not 'Wingardiuium Leviosarr', its 'Wingardium Leviosa'. Make the 'o' nice and long." They nod, my brother trying first. "Wingardium Leviosa." He lifts the tip of his wand, the feather floating the slightest bit, ite clear he has a small magical core. I walk away, telling them they can try again. I help a few other Gryffindor's, most Ravenclaws had got it anyways.

By the time class ended, only a few couldnt get the charm to work. During DADA, i noticed Quirrel staring at my scar from time to time, how does he even know its there? He even stuttered around me, a real one. He's got to be a Voldemort follower. I can tell because i saw a bit of a dark mark, my scar hurts when he turns around directly at me, along with those signs. Oh Hagrid, i will find out what you picked up-(Hermione got brung to the Magical world by him and told me)-. By the time it was Ravenclaw break, i had a headache from Professot Quirell. I just charmed it away.

We are currently getting our potion books-(couldrons too)-and having a snack the common room provided. When its around ten minutes before the next class starts, we rush out and go to the dungeons, which we arrived at only five minutes to spare. We walk in and take a seat in our assigned ones. Thankfully Professor Snape got Neville, Hermione, Ron, Draco and i sitting together, which is the entire front row.

Around four minutes later, Gryffindorks burst in, the Ravenclaws already being here. The lesson started with Professor Snape making a dramatic entrance, one that made all the students-(me included)- jump. He told everyone who his was and what will be expected. Soon enough, the roll call started. Professor Snape paused at my brothers name.

"Yes, Charles Potter, our new Celebrity." Professor Snape decided to continue the roll call. "Harry Potter." I put my hand up, shooting it back down after. The roll was soon ended, the professor stood up. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of Potion Making. As there is little foolish wand waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I dont expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering couldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper to death- if you aren't as big bunch of dunderheads i usually teach."