Stones And The Moon

Chapter 4

Harry lay back in bed, reading over some Charms book and grinning. There was an incantation called 'Wingardium Leviosa' that he thought sounded kind of funny but it had a pretty basic wand movement. Just a simple swish and flick.

He didn't have anything else to do. Ron was hanging out in the common room with everyone else and Harry wanted to be alone. He had a banging headache and his eyes hurt. That's been happening a lot these past few days.

He's been going into a bit of sensory overload with all the noises around him. Everywhere he goes, there's people talking and laughing, there's loud footsteps in the hallways and in the classrooms. The portraits talk to each other and there's so much chatter going on in the Great Hall, it's hard to concentrate on just one person.

Also, he's still trying to get used to all the different smells. He can sniff out Mrs Norris from a mile away because she's always roaming the halls. The stupid thing should be thrown in the lake. Ron's rat isn't helping. He gave it a bath in the sink and somehow it still stinks. He can smell Fang when he's running on the grounds and all the owls when they deliver mail. Plus, all the different foods that people eat in the Great Hall, too.

So he definitely can't go downstairs and chat with people. He need some alone time.

He's reading over the book and decides to sneakily practise the incantation to himself. Nobody will know, plus when he goes to class, everyone will be amazed that he's actually done it.

He pulls out his wand which is sitting in a holster on his left arm, a thing he bought in Diagon Alley when he was out with Hagrid, although he doesn't think he knows about it. He was too excited about owls and wands, that day.

He reads over the incantation and wand movement one last time before putting the feather he plucked out of Seamus' pillow in front of him and casts the spell.

It doesn't work at first but he tries again. He sees it wobble ever so slightly and grins. He takes in a deep breath and casts the spell one last time.

'Just swish and flick.'

Suddenly the feather shoots up into the air, just like he expected and he grins triumphantly.

He grabs it in his hand and sets it back down, tucking away his wand and rolling over to go to sleep. He can't wait to show off in front of everyone.

He wasn't in such a good mood the next day, however.

He thought they'd only have the only single class with the Slytherins, Potions, but that proved to be untrue, as they now had Flying lessons together. It wasn't Slytherins that bothered him, he had nothing against the house as a whole, he's made that very clear. He was almost placed there, after all.

No, the problem was that the house contained Malfoy, whom he hated. He was pretty sure he was starting to hate this boy more than Dudley, and that's saying something.

Dudley was a huge, immature baby. He had no concept of manners or cleanliness at all. But this boy was a rich looking, pompous fool who's ego was far too big. Harry's surprised they found one of those silly little wizard hats large enough to fit his giant, blonde head.

Plus, he made fun of his parents. Nobody does that and gets away with it. He should count his skinny, pale arse lucky that Harry didn't rip his limbs off one by one that day, and throw him off the back of the train.

"This is typical." He spat. "Just when I think I can finally be in a good mood." He muttered to himself.

Ron seemed to hear him and nodded. "I know. I don't want to make a fool of myself on the brooms in front of Malfoy, of all people." Ron turned dark red.