y

"Good morning everyone. I hope your all ready for class." Dumbledore greeted everyone in the Great Hall. "For you first years, you have half an hour after breakfast is over to get ready before classes start. Your Head's of house will be passing out your time tables within the next few minutes. I hope you all enjoy your first day of class." Dumbledore said before breakfast was served.

Harry loaded his plate with some scrambled eggs, a few pieces of bacon, a muffin, and some fruit. "That's quite a lot of food you have there Thornwood." Daphne stated. "Yes well, I built up quite the appetite this morning." Harry explained. Everyone in earshot looked at the partial Vampire in confusion. "I wake up early five times a week to do exercises and train my body." Harry explained.

"Why do you do that?" Tracey asked. "I do it by habit now, but my master would douse me with near frozen water until it became a habit." Harry explained, causing more confusion for his friends. "Your Focci master did this?" Blaise asked. "No no, one of the men who taught me about magic. He's a martial artist, and the reason i went to Tibet." Harry explained. "What's a martial artist?" Daphne asked. "Martial arts is the art of defending yourself without any weapon. It's also a mindset, and a way of life." Harry explained.

At that point, Snape arrived and was handing out timetables. "Thornwood, Zabini, Davis, and Greengrass, these are yours." Snape said, handing the four their schedules. "Let's see, first thing we have is transfiguration with, everyone." Harry said. "Then we got Charms with everyone." Blaise read.

"And tomorrow, Double potions with everyone, and herbology. Wednesday, charms, history of magic, and DADA after lunch." Tracey said. "Thursday, potions, transfiguration, and astronomy at night. Friday we have herbology and DADA. I guess our class is so small, everyone can fit together in one classroom." Daphne finished. "Welp, we should get ready. We don't want to be late." The blonde stated. "Yeah, I think I'd die of embarrassment if i came barreling into a classroom." Tracey said as they travelled towards the dungeons.

The quartet were the first into the classroom, the only other being in the room was a strangely docile tabby cat. Harry gave a long, hard look at the cat before the four sat down together. "This should be quite the show." Harry said loudly, gaining the attention of the cat. "What do you mean Harry?" Tracey asked. "Just wait, and watch everyone else's faces, if you can that is." Harry smirked. The other three gave each other confused looks before turning back to the front, awaiting their professor to enter. Soon, other first years began to enter the room. Everyone took out their quills and ink along with a few sheets of parchment.

After about three minutes after class officially started, the doors burst open and in ran the Weasley child along with a freckled Gryffindor. "Good thing McGonagll isn't here yet. She'd be really mad to learn we were late." Weasley said. The cat jumped off it's perch and in an instant, morphed into Professor McGonagall. "I am mad Mr. Weasley." She said. Everyone else was gobsmacked, while Harry just smirked. "That was Bloody Brilliant!" Ron said. "Why thank you Mr. Weasley, maybe I should tranfigure you or Mr. Finnegan into a pocket watch?" McGonagall asked angrily. "We're sorry, we got lost." Finnegan explained. "Then next a map perhaps? Take you're seats, you were holding up the lesson." She stated as she turned back to the front.

"Mr. Thornwood. You seem quite pleased, may I ask why?" She asked as she approached the front. "Your an animagus, a quite seasoned one at that to be able to transform so quickly." Harry said. "Very good. Ten points to Slytherin. Now, as Mr. Thornwood stated, I am an Animagus, or someone who can transform into an animal. You won't even be attempting that until you reach fifth year." McGonagall explained before she turned to the board and enchanted the chalk to start writing. "In this classroom, you shall learn the delicate art of Transfiguration. There will be no rough housing, or any shenanigans. If done wrong, Transfiguration can cost you your life." McGonagall said strictly.

"Now, can anyone tell me anything about Transfiguration?" The professor asked. The bushy haired girl raised her hand. "Yes Miss Granger." She said. "Transfiguration is the act of turning one thing into another." Granger stated. "You are partially correct Mrs. Granger. Can anyone clarrify?" McGonnall asked.

No one raised their hand for a solid twenty seconds. Before McGonagall could explain Harry raised his hand. "Yes Mr. Thornwood?" She called. "Transfiguration is the branch of magic that allows us to temporarily change an already created object into another. There are two other branches that are quite close, but differ. These are Alchemy, where you permanently transmutate an object into another, and conjuration, an advanced form of Transfiguration where you create something out of air itself that lasts much longer than regular transfiguration." Harry explained.

"A very good explanation. Twenty five points to Slytherin." McGonagall praised. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Granger glare at him. "As you will learn, there are many rules that Transfiguration follows. For example." She stated before turning her desk into a large boar. "Turning something of one size into another of the relative same size is easier than changing how large or small an object is." She said, changing her desk back.

"Mr Thornwood, a word." McGonagall said as class ended. "I'll meet you guys in charms." Harry said. "What may i do for you Professor?" He asked. "I would just like to say I'm impressed by your knowledge of animagus's." McGonagall praised. Harry took this in stride as he got the feeling praise didnt come easy from the transfiguration teacher. "Well, i was taught about many parts of magic, including shapeshifters, such as yourself." Harry explained. "What else have you learned concerning Transfiguration?" McGonagall inquired. "Well, i have a disposition to Transfiguration i have found. But practically wise, i know very little spells. On the other hand, i have a solid foundation in most subjects. For Transfiguration, I know that a large portion of Transfiguration requires a creative imagination, and a lot of willpower." Harry explained. "Very good Mr. Thornwood. You will do well in this class." McGonagall said, handing him a slip of paper. "Give this to Professor Flitwick." She said, dismissing the first year.

Harry managed to get to charms, only being a few minutes late. "Sorry Professor, here. Professor McGonagall gave me this to give you." Harry said handing the diminutive professor the note. "Alright then, please take a seat Mr. Thornwood." Harry moved to the side of the room and sat next to Daphne. "Now that we are all here, we can begin the lesson." Flitwick said, pulling out his wand. "Charms. Arguably the most diverse of all branches of magic. Can anyone tell me what charms are?" Flitwick asked. Granger's arm shot up causing Harry to role his eyes. "Charms add certain properties to objects or creatures." Granger said, giving a smirk to Harry.

"Very good Miss Granger. Can anyone add to that?" Blaise raised his hand. " Mr. Zabini?" Flitwick asked. "Charms can also become bewitched, should they last long enough. Charms also focus more on altering what an object does." Blaise answered. "Good good." Flitwick stated. "There are some very dangerous charms out there, but unlike Transfiguration, charms are more forgiving. For example, if you mispronounce the spell, you would likely end up with nothing happen. Or, if you loose concentration, your spell will work to a degree, but the end result will be of a lesser grade." Flitwick explained.

"So what did you guys think of our classes today?" Tracey asked at the table. "It seems like our teachers are quite capable of teaching so far." Blaise responded. "McGonagall seems strict, and Flitwick is kinda funny." Tracey said.

"Don't be fooled by his size and happy go lucky attitude Tracey. Flitwick is a retired dueling champion." Harry said, shocking the others. "How'd you find that out?' Daphne asked. "I myself am interested in Dueling to a degree." Harry explained.

"Are you really Mr. Thornwood?" Came a high pitched voice. Harry turned around and saw Flitwick standing there. "Ah, professor, i was just telling my friends how you are a dueling champion." Harry said. "Ah yes, back in the day i was quite the duelist. But what's this i heard about you taking an interest in the noble art of dueling?" Flitwick asked.

"Well, quite frankly it interests me. Not just for the fame, but for the chance to test my magical skills." Harry explained. "Well Mr. Thornwood, my free period is right after lunch." Flitwick said before trotting off to the teachers table. "I guess I have something to do for the next few hours." Harry said with a grin.

"I'm glad we have most afternoons off, but what are we supposed to do at that time?" Tracey complained. "Well, you could be like Granger. Always studying." Harry said with a snort. "What was up with her today?" Daphne asked. "I believe that she's what's known as a teacher's pet. They always need to be in the spot light of the people above them, and when it's taken away, they are simply overly jealous and complain, like a child who can't get the toy they want." Harry explained. "But, the reason we have most afternoons off, is because we don't have electives. Once third year hits, our schedules will change to fit in what we sign up for." He explained further.

"So, Mr. Thornwood, you are interested in the noble art of dueling." Flitwick said. His office was circular shaped, with a fireplace, and a few bookshelves inlaid into the wall. On one side of the room was a trophy case, containing at least six different trophies and awards. A Deep blue rug sat beneath the ebony desk they were sitting at. "Yes Professor." Harry answered. "Because you want to test yourself?" Flitwick asked. "I guess it's my Thornwood blood, preparing me for the unknown." Harry said, causing the professor to raise an eyebrow. "A few thousand years ago, my family was cursed to always seak the unknown by a vampire who was mad that one of his daughters married into the family." Harry explained. "Interesting. Now Mr. Thornwood, do you have any prior training in dueling?" Flitwick asked. "Hm, I'm not sure if it would fall under dueling." Harry said. "Well, we'll never know if you don't tell me." Flitwick said with a chuckle.

"What do you know of Martial arts professor?" Harry asked. Flitwick's eyes lit up upon this information. "Ah, the muggle and magical way of defending one's self with only their body." He said, shocking Harry. "I myself am a master, though not a high ranking one, of the goblins own martial arts." Flitwick said, suprising Harry once again. "I did not know that the goblin nation had their own style." Harry said. "It's not a well known fact, and if possible, i would like you to keep it that way Mr. Thornwood." Flitwick said. Harry nodded.

"So tell me, who was your master? Or are you self taught?" Flitwick asked. "You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you." Flitwick raised an eyebrow, but didn't move. "Very well then. I need an oath of silence on this matter Professor. His rules not mine." Harry said. Flitwick nodded before speaking the oath. "My master is Grandmaster Bodhidharma." Harry said. The professor fell out of his chair. "H-How long did you train with your master?" Flitwick asked getting back up. "He trained me for nearly two years, and i have continued my training alone for two years after we parted ways." Harry said.

"Then you are much further ahead then i anticipated. Much much further." Flitwick said. "Now Mr. Thornwood, Martial arts is quite helpful in dueling. You know how to conserve your energy, you have the endurance and training to keep up with an opponent, and you can use your opponents body against them, as you can see what they can do, before most even know it themselves." Flitwick explained. "I will not ask how it is you met Bodhidharma, but I will ask if you have any training with your magic outside of Hogwarts." Flitwick said. "I will need another oath Professor." Harry said.

"Of course." The small professor said. "So, training?" He said once he was done. "I have been trained in the old ways Professor." Harry said. Flitwick glowed with joy. "Oh happy days! The Mother must be twisting Fatum's arm. If this is true Mr. Thornwood, then I believe a spar this weekend is needed." Flitwick said happily. "Um sure Professor, but how is it you know of the Mother?" Harry asked. "Like I said before Mr. Thornwood, I am part goblin, hence my small demeanor. I was also raised knowing the old ways, even learning a bit of the magics of old. The goblins have stuck to the old ways, unlike most wizards. I take it you know your affinities?" Flitwick asked. Harry nodded. "Very very good. I am no seer, but i foresee you being very influential in the future Mr. Thornwood. Ah, look at the time. We will discuss this at a later date, I have a class to teach." Flitwick dismissed.

"How was your meeting?" Blaise asked. "Informative. I will have to go back another time this week." Harry explained.

The potions classroom was an eerie place. Dark, musty, and smelled of sulfur from too many failed potions. Every student was at a small desk with one other person. A single Cauldron next to them. At the front of the classroom was a chalkboard, and two doors. The one on the left burst open and Snape came stalking into the room, his cloak flowing like ink. "Put your wands away. There will be no silly incantations, or unauthorised wand movements. I don't expect many of you will havd the subtle knack and intelligence needed to brew potions. But, it is my job as your professor to get you to understand and learn how to make the most basic and common potions we magical folk use. If any of you show any apptitude for this art, you may find yourselves indoctrinated into the higher levels of this craft. Potions is a science and has laws, and procedures. I can teach you to bottle fame. Harness love. And put a stopper on Death." Snape said. While many of the other students were more creeped out and mad at the professor, Slytherin had the highest amount of attention. "I will not teach you these laws, that is what your books are for. I will guide you as you create the potions in class. There will be homework based on the book to see if you are capable of following directions. There will also be homework on your own ideas based on what you know of certain ingredients properties. You may ask for help, but you may not always get it." Snape said. He then noticed Weasley doodling in his book.

"Although, some of may have come to Hogwarts already prepared for potions." He said, staring at the redhead. Damien Potter, who was sitting next to him, nudged Weasley. "Mr. Weasley, what would i get if i added crushed porcupine quills with lavender?" Snape asked. "I don't know." He said. "Alright, lets try again. Where might I find a bezoar?" Snape asked. "In your potions store!" The boy said unintelliably. "Five point from Gryffindor for your cheek." Snape said. "How about we ask one of our new celebrities?" Snape asked slowly, turning to Damien. "Mr. Potter. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked. After a minute of silence Snape asked, "You don't know?" Damien nodded his head in agreement. "Then maybe your sister will know. Mrs. Potter, same question?" Snape asked.

Harry turned to look at his once sister. He hadn't paid much attention to her, not even at the sorting ceremony. She had a fair complection, and had the fire red hair of her mother, but the brown eyes of her father. Where as Damien looked like a chubbier copy of James, Rose was a good mixture of both parents, and had a healthy figure.

"They are both the same plant professor." Rose explained. "It seems some of you have potential." Snape said. The lesson then went on to basic potion making ettiquet. Waft the smell, how to prepare ingredients, dont be a dunderhead.

"Alright class, welcome, welcome." The plump professor state. "Welcome to herbology. Now, herbology is the study of magical flora in our world." She stated. They had yet to actually go into the greenhouse. "Now, we won't get to any of the man eating, or killing for that matter, until fourth year, but, you must exercice extreme caution. Any of the plants you find in these greenhouses could cause you to be in a world of pain, and quite frankly, possible death." Sprout said.

"Now, follow me class, to greenhouse one." She insteucted before leading the class to the closest greenhouse. "Today, you will learn about an interesting plant, the sopophorus bean. This little bugger is a popular potions ingredient, can anyone tell me why?" Sprout asked.

As per usual, Grange's hand shot up immediately. "Mrs. Granger?" She asked.

"The sopophorous bean is used in many memory potions along with sleep potions." She said.

"Very good. Five points to Gryffindor. Can anyone else tell me anything?" Sprout asked.

A timid hand rose. Harry took a look at the hands owner and rose an eyebrow. It was a chubby kid, a gryffindor, who looked like he was scared of his own shadow. "Mr. Longbottom." She said.

"It also doesn't like to be cut, and will hop around once you prick it." Longbottom said.

"Very good. Three points to Gryffindor." Sprout said before continuing the lesson.

"Now, we have a bit of time left before class ends, does anyone have any questions about the sopophorous bean, or even herbology in general?" Sprout asked. Harry's hand rose. "Mr. Thornwood?" She asked.

"My question concerns magical species of fauna that are plant based, like the Treant, or mandragora. Do they fall under herbology, or magical creatures?" Harry asked, genuinely wanting to know.

"A very good question. While Treants are very rare, Mandragora are not, except for when they become mature. Both fall under herbology and magical creatures, as they are both beast, and plant." Sprout explained. Harry nodded. "Well, if no one else has any questions, you are free to go."

The next day in charms, they went over wand movements, and the swish and flick movement for the levitation spell, wingardium leviosa. In history of magic, Harry slept, stating "I have already learned this." Getting a glare from Granger.

"A-A-Alrrrright c-c-class. T-Take your seats." Quirrel stated. Harry was already annoyed. The room, while not to bad on the eyes, smelled horribly like garlic. Harry also couldn't stand the man's stutter.

The only class Harry had yet to encounter was astronomy, and he was just about to take it.

"Alright class, my name is Professor Sinistra. I will be teaching you all the art of the stars. Now, I don't expect many of you to like this class. It's boring, and late, and cold. Now, why should we study the stars, does anyone know?" She asked. "Mrs. Granger?"

"To have a better understanding of the greater picture." Hermione said.

"A very textbook answer, but to a degree yes." Sinistra stated. "Anyone else?" She asked. Harry raised his hand. "Mr. Thornwood?"

"We study the stars, because it allows us to study magic itself." Harry said, causing most everyone to look confused. "Can you elaborate?" She asked.

"Magic is one of the core elements of our whole universe. With it come creation, and mutation, creating new things everytime we look up at the stars. It's also our history. The stars tell us what has been, and shat quite possibly could be." Harry said, stretching the truth a bit. "Very good. Twenty five points to Slytherin." Sinistra said.

"Where did you learn that stuff Harry?" Blaise asked after they arrived back at their room. It was well past one in the morning, and both boys were quite tired. "-Tell ya... in the morn'n." Harry said, collapsing on his bed.

Harry woke up with a grin. "Friday, finally, i can start my test."