Harry Potter Part 1

The Great Hall of Hogwarts buzzed with a nervous energy. It was Monday morning, the first full week of classes, and the air thrummed with the scent of pumpkin juice and the hushed whispers of first-years still wide-eyed with wonder.

At the Gryffindor table, Izuku Midoriya, the boy who lived, nervously smoothed down his already immaculate robes. He glanced at his friends, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach. This new world of magic was incredible, but also terrifying.

Across from Izuku, Shoto Todoroki – a lanky redhead with perpetually dishevelled hair and a perpetually unimpressed expression – was eating pancakes for breakfast. "Relax, Deku," he mumbled, his mouth full. "It's just classes. What's the worst that could happen?"

Tenya Iida, sitting ramrod straight beside Izuku, sighed theatrically. " Midoriya, your anxiety is understandable, but focus. Professor Flitwick's Charms class is first, and punctuality is paramount!" His arm shot up in a chopping motion, narrowly missing a passing raven.

Ochaco Uraraka, perched on Izuku's other side, patted his arm reassuringly. "Don't worry, Izu! We'll all stick together. Plus, I heard Professor McGonagall is giving us a Transfiguration test on Wednesday. We should start studying tonight!" She pulled a thick textbook from her bag, her eyes already scanning the pages.

Meanwhile, further down the Gryffindor table, Tsuyu Asui sat quietly, nibbling on a slice of toast. She watched the hustle and bustle with a detached curiosity. "Ribbit," she croaked softly, "Just remember to stay calm and approach each day methodically, like a well-prepared potion."

Across the hall, at the Slytherin table, the atmosphere was markedly different. Katsuki Bakugo sat glowering, picking at his breakfast with barely concealed disdain. Around him, his usual posse mirrored his sour mood.

Ejiro Kirishima, ever the loyal follower, was attempting to lighten the mood. "Come on, Bakugo! First week jitters, right? I heard Potions with Snape is supposed to be... intense!"

Bakugo sneered, his red eyes flashing. "Intense? Snape is an incompetent imbecile. I'll show him intense. I'm going to brew the best damn Draught of Living Death he's ever seen!"

Denki Kaminari chuckled nervously. "Easy there, Bakugo. Maybe we should just… aim for passable?"

Hanta Sero, seated beside Denki, snorted with laughter. "Passable? Coming from you, Kaminari, that's practically an ambition."

Mina Ashido, ever the social butterfly, ignored the brewing tension and leaned across the table towards Jiro. "Did you hear? There's a rumor that Professor Sprout has Gillyweed from the Black Lake! Imagine what we could…"

Kyoka Jiro, her earbuds dangling around her neck, cut her off with a sarcastic scoff. "Focus, Ashido. Some of us would actually like to pass our Herbology exam."

The first week passed in a blur of new experiences and academic challenges. Charms proved to be a surprisingly difficult subject for Izuku, whose natural clumsiness made even the simplest Levitation Charm a hazard. Todoroki excelled, his precise movements and inherent control making him a natural. Iida thrived in Transfiguration, his meticulous nature perfectly suited to the intricate spells. Uraraka, with her analytical mind, breezed through Potions, much to Bakugo's annoyance.

Their first Potions class was a disaster. Professor Snape, a tall, menacing figure with greasy black hair, immediately singled out Izuku. "Ah, yes, Midoriya," he drawled, his eyes glinting. "The celebrity. Tell me, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Izuku stammered, his face flushing crimson. "I... I don't know, sir."

Snape smirked cruelly. "Clearly, fame is not a substitute for knowledge. Five points from Gryffindor for your ignorance."

Bakugo, across the room, smirked triumphantly. He had correctly answered every question and even managed to brew a passable sleeping draught, earning rare praise from Snape.

Herbology, on the other hand, was a source of unexpected joy for Iida. He took to the care of magical plants with a passion, meticulously tending to the Snargaluffs and Bubotubers. Izuku, despite his initial apprehension, found a surprising connection to the natural world, his nervousness easing as he tended to the delicate Mandrakes.

Flying lessons proved to be another hurdle for Izuku. Despite Madam Hooch's patient instructions, he couldn't seem to get his broom to cooperate. He wobbled precariously in the air, narrowly avoiding collisions with other struggling first-years.

Bakugo, of course, was a natural. He soared through the air with effortless grace, showing off his skills with arrogant flourishes. He even attempted to sabotage Izuku, sending a well-aimed Bludger in his direction.

It was during flying lessons that Tenya truly shone. He wasn't the most graceful flier, but his determination and focus were unmatched. He followed Madam Hooch's instructions to the letter, his movements precise and controlled. He was a far cry from the clumsy Neville Longbottom of the books, but his dedication was just as inspiring.

Meanwhile, in the library, Uraraka was buried in books, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was determined to master every spell and potion, pushing herself to excel. She found herself drawn to ancient texts and forgotten lore, discovering a passion for magical history.

As the first week drew to a close, the pressure began to mount. Exams loomed, friendships were tested, and rivalries intensified. But amidst the chaos, the Gryffindor first-years were learning to navigate the magical world, forging bonds that would shape their lives for years to come.

One evening, as the Gryffindor common room buzzed with activity, Izuku sat by the fire, surrounded by his friends. He looked around at their tired but determined faces, a warm feeling spreading through him. Despite the challenges, the anxieties, and the occasional Snape-induced humiliation, he knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

"Hey, guys," he said, a nervous smile on his face. "Want to practice Wingardium Leviosa again?"

Todoroki groaned. "Do we have to, Deku? I'd rather practice… anything else."

Iida adjusted his glasses. "Practice is essential for mastery, Midoriya. I concur."

Uraraka nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! We'll get it this time, Izu!" She pulled out her wand, her eyes sparkling with determination.

Even Tsuyu Asui perked up slightly. "Ribbit. A bit more practice wouldn't hurt."

As the fire crackled, casting dancing shadows on the walls, the Gryffindor first-years began to practice, their voices echoing through the common room, a chorus of clumsy spells and hopeful laughter. They were just beginning their journey, but they were doing it together, and that was all that mattered. Even with Bakugo's constant sneers and Snape's biting remarks, they were determined to make their mark on the magical world, one spell, one potion, one flying lesson at a time.