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"I wonder who did it?" Michael mused. "Because I've never had a more peaceful class in Astronomy with the Gryffindors."
Hermione gave a knowing look at the boy who lived but as usual Harry was just relaxing in his seat, enjoying his food.
"I'll take you on Malfoy! Name the place! " The high pitch voice of Ronald Weasley rang out across the Great Hall. The rest of the student population sniggered on their food, and even Madam Pince was forced to cover he mouth with her napkin.
"Stay... good Fluffy!" Hagrid said, tossing a large piece of steak towards the house sized dog.
The Cerberus eagerly bounded to the large piece of meat and soon all three of its heads were busy fighting over the food.
The gamekeeper nodded to Professor Snape and the Headmaster and the two drew out their wands and levitated the mangled body of the dead mountain troll out the forbidden corridor.
"How did it get inside the castle?" Snape asked as he covered his nose with a hanker chief as the stench of the rotting corpse began to smell.
"It was let in." Dumbledore said as his eyes peered at the mangled body.
"As a distraction for the Cerberus perhaps?" Snape hypothesized.
"Possible... but the trap door has not been opened magically. I did not sense any spell cast on the wood and I can correctly assume that no one has gone through." Albus replied.
"It is lucky then that the first Guardian managed to contain the troll." Snape said. "Imagine the panic it would cause if the troll roamed the halls of Hogwarts while students had classes."
"For that I am thankful." Albus replied. "Quirell us getting desperate... watch him closely Severus."
The Potions master gave a stiff nod and headed down the hall.
"Oh Severus?" Albus called out.
The potions master stopped walking and turned around. "Yes... Headmaster?"
"You forgot your hat." Albus grinned.
The potions master scowled and snatched the hat from the amused Headmaster. He wanted to prick those twinkling eyes and stick them on the ceiling of the great hall.
"What's that?"
Neville hastily covered the doodle he was drawing with his quill. "Nothing! Just uhmm drawing plants for Herbology... you know diagrams."
"That doesn't look like a plant to me... That looks awfully like Professor Sprout..." Justin mused as he peered through the fingers that covered the artwork.
Neville sweated. He used both his hands to cover the rest of the drawing body, where he conveniently forgotten to draw the rest of her clothes and used vines instead though they didn't cover anything at all. Neville Longbottom had made his first porn doodle.
"C'mon Nevile! Let me see the rest!" Justin said as he tugged on the parchment.
The Longbottom heir panicked and in a quick hand movement worthy of a seeker, he tipped the ink bottle beside the parchment, engulfing the drawing in black ink.
"Aww Neville! You're so clumsy!" Justin complained as his hands dripped with black ink.
"Sorry." Neville said weakly as he let out a sigh of relief.
"The boy's perfectly normal Albus." Professor Flitwick said. "Above average in charms, but that's about it. He had been reported to have played a prank during his first potions class."
"Arrogant boy." Severus muttered.
"What about his study Habits?" Albus asked. He knew about the potions incident, and found that it was purely accidental and over turned the hundred points taken from Ravenclaw.
"Like you can expect from any Ravenclaw, he always has a book and mostly stays in the library. He's perfectly normal Albus." Filius answered.
The Headmaster took a piece of Lemon drop from the bowl full of the sour candy and popped one in his mouth. "What are your impressions of young Harry Minerva?"
"He's very gifted at Transfiguration Headmaster... he's even better than his father at that age." Minerva said, smiling faintly.
"That's pleasant news." Albus smiled slightly.
The headmaster bade all of his heads of houses good night and dismissed his staff as the meeting drew to a close. Harry Potter was adjusting well into Hogwarts, but he needed something to encourage the boy's sense of adventure.
The Headmaster opened the drawer on his left and touched the silky smooth fabric of James Potter's Invisibility Cloak. Albus smiled, knowing what to give to the boy in Christmas.
"You're not going home for the holidays?" Hermione asked, disappointment clearly seen on her face.
"Well yeah..." Harry shrugged. "What's wrong with that?"
Hermione was a smart girl, and even though Harry did not talk much about his life before Hogwarts, she knew he did not have a good childhood.
"I just wanted you to meet my parents." Hermione replied. "They keep asking about you, you know."
"Why is that?" Harry asked.
"Have you seen what she writes in her novel length letters? It's always Harry this... Harry that..." Padma said. "And Harry's eyes are so..."
"Padma!" Hermione shrieked as her cheeks blushed.
Harry stared strangely at the two girls and sighed. He had long given up trying to figure them out. Nicholas suggested that he could use the break as an opportunity to better immerse himself with the castle and to probe deeper into the series of protections the teachers had installed.
Besides, if he felt bored he could always visit the old man and Penny and play another round of spot what's missing.
The boy who lived absently tilted his head to the side as a snow ball flew past where his head had been as Hermione and Padma Unravenclawishly started a snow ball fight. The fight escalated as other students joined in on the fun and soon it turned into a battle royal as hundreds of students took sides in the fun.Harry was dragged out of his bed as Padma and Hermione demanded he see them off. Harry grumbled for a moment at being waken so early in the morning, but his good mood returned after breakfast.
"Hehehehe I wish I could see that old coot's face... No offense to you Nicky."
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