Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns every idea or character with some exceptions including my own characters, some of the plot and some ideas. Usually all will be mentioned in an Author's note at the end of every chapter.

Author's Note: As for the pairings, I think I'm cutting it down to the girls only in Harry's year. My co-author said that it might be too ambitious to include a lot of them.

Once I finish this story, which I predict would be around 60-80 chapters, this is what will happen.

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I'll start two stories:

ONE: look in the reviews. It's about a good Tom Riddle back when he was young. This was inspired by a part in a story I read called 'The Katarn Side'. There was a part where it explains why Bellatrix might've been mad and that was because her parents were abusive to her and her sisters. Especially her father who abused her sexually. Bellatrix kind of sacrificed her sanity to protect her sisters and when Voldemort came along promising her power and kind of took her from her parents, she swore loyalty to him. This kind of touched me because I hate domestic violence.

Anyway, my story would be about Tom being a wandering wizard who seeks knowledge above all things instead of his mad quest for power. He somehow finds out about the abuse happening in Bellatrix's home and rescues her and her sisters. The ship would be TomxBellatrix obviously. Tom would definitely be younger than canon but still older than Bellatrix.

TWO: In this story, it starts in fourth year with Harry. It is like canon except instead of being sent to the Dursleys he was adopted by the Flamels. Harry goes to Ravenclaw. The girls he didn't end up with in this fic is in his harem in this one. The main girl would be Fleur.

Send your thoughts about these stories.

Thanks for reading, tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated.

Happy late 4th of July to my fellow Americans. Normal 4th of July to everybody else.

Chapter 5: Lessons (Part 1)

Harry shuffled slowly out of his bedroom door and into the hallways. It was the first day of his first year at Hogwarts and he was determined not to be late to breakfast.

"Ugh." He groaned as he rubbed off some rheum from his eyes.

The Great Hall buzzed with first day jitters from the First Years and excitement to most of the previous students. The tables were almost half-filled up by the students who were present while some were still taking their time inside their dorms preparing for the day.

Harry forgoed his place amongst his Slytherin peers and instead walked off to the Ravenclaw table again, all the while receiving stares from his Housemates and the Ravenclaw students.

"What is he doing? Is he mental?" A boy whispered from the other end of the Ravenclaw table.

"I don't know. He is very unusual. No-one usually sits on another House's table." The girl next to him said.

"Is he breaking any rules?" The boy said again.

"None that I know of." The girl replied before continuing with eating her meal.

They watched the strange boy start a conversation with the blonde girl from their House all the while wondering what the two younger students were talking about.

"He might be weird but he is pretty bold." The girl admitted, shaking her head at the boy's actions.

"How so?" The boy asked.

"Can't you see? Look at the Slytherin table." The girl turned around and prompted the boy to do the same.

"What? Why?" He said while he was spun around by his companion.

"Look. The Slytherin stuck-ups are really getting angry at the kid. By sitting on another table, he completely rejected his own House. Do you know what kind of message that sends to everyone else? It says that he doesn't like his own House and prefers being another's company. Some Slytherins might think that he thinks that he's too god for them but he doesn't really look down on the other students so that thinking can be ruled out quickly." The girl explained.

"Ah. I get it. So, you're basically saying that the guy gives the middle finger to the Slytherins just by sitting on another table?" The boy said.

"Exactly."

"Why isn't he in Gryffindor?" The boy wondered, intrigued at the obvious Gryffindor-ish behaviour.

"I don't know." The girl said. "Now, get back to your food."

The boy seemed to hesitate in confusion at his companion's orders before he saw their Head of House approaching. The man did not appreciate gossip since it is below people of higher intelligence. This is the House of the smart people after all.

"Fine morning isn't it, kids? Another start to a Hogwarts school year." A cheerful voice squeaked from behind the two Third Years. A short goblin-looking male stood with a stack of papers neatly placed on his tiny arms.

"Good morning, Professor Flitwick." The two chirped with no indication that they had been gossiping just earlier.

"Good morning to the two of you, too. I believe that you need these for your stay here."

Professor Flitwick handed both boy and girl a sheet of paper each before leaving and wishing them good luck on their academic endeavours.

The little goblin-human professor went around handing out his students' timetables according to their year all the while wishing them luck on their studies. He went full circle around the table before stopping behind Harry and Cerise. The two were chatting amicably about the weather when they heard someone clear their throat behind them.

Harry and Cerise turned around and saw the Ravenclaw Head of House behind them with one small slip of paper in his hand.

"Good morning, Miss Tetherhall. Here is your timetable for the school year. Good luck on your studies." The professor placed the timetable on the table and left to resume his breakfast.

Cerise examined her timetable and glanced over her classes. "Hmmm, classes start at nine and ends at two, then flying lessons at help past three on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Do I have any classes with you?" She asked Harry.

"Oh, I haven't gotten mine yet. In fact, Professor Snape should be here now." Harry said while turning his body around to face an irate Head of the Slytherin House. The dark and gloomy man's eyes peered down at Harry from behind his crooked nose and sneer.

"Cooke," he said with disdain, "Why are you sitting on another table?" He sneered questioningly. "Has no-one mentioned the number one House rule to you?" Snape whispered.

"I know, sir, that Slytherins always stick together but I was just catching up with an old friend. I'm afraid that I got caught up in the conversation, sorry." Harry explained carefully being sure not to offend his House in anyway.

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again, Cooke. Here's your timetable." The Potions professor handed Harry his timetable to him before promptly leaving to deal with something.

Harry heard him mutter things about an idiot boy and his friends being late for breakfast. He watched his Head of House speaking with their Head Boy before both made their way out of the Great Hall.

'Probably going to the dungeons to berate Malfoy.' Harry thought with a smirk.

"Harry, what subject do you have first up?" Cerise asked while looking at his timetable.

"Um, I have Potions first, with the Gryffindors." Harry said with a spoonful of peas and carrots in his mouth.

"Well, it looks like we don't have any classes together apart from Herbology on Mondays and Thursdays." Cerise mentioned. "That kind of sucks. I can't sit with you."

"Yeah, and I don't think that sitting together during meals is ideal, we'd probably start losing House points if we do." Harry said with disappointment.

"That's fine." Cerise sighed. "We can still meet up before dinner, we'd have nothing to do other than study and do assignments, but we both know that we can finish those quickly." Cerise said.

"Yeah, you're right." Harry agreed. "I'll see you later in the greenhouses."

"Yeah, bye." Cerise smiled.

As Harry was walking back to the Slytherin table, he saw Draco and his goons clutching their heads and groaning. He sat on the spot where he was on during the Sorting Ceremony and watched as Draco, Crabbe and Goyle shuffled past while completely ignoring his presence.

"I guess that worked." Harry said to himself while sipping a goblet full of pumpkin juice in satisfaction.

Lillian Potter was not raised to believe that she was the only special person in the world. She was the hailed as the Saviour of the Magical World in Britain but it didn't mean that she thought that she was entitled to whatever she wants, if anything, anyone who met her would say that she was one of the humblest people they ever had the pleasure to have met.

Lillian never asked for much in terms of material things, a value that her parents and her friends admired about her, but she only wished for one thing. As a child, she always heard stories about princesses being saved by knights in shining armour. Lillian quickly outgrew those fairy tales thinking that it was extremely sexist that it was the girls who were always rescued but that never stopped her from dreaming about having her own knight in shining armour.

Not necessarily someone who would always recklessly fight for her and obsess over her safety but someone who would see her for who she was and not for her status and wealth. Someone who could protect her from the attention she receives but also not be bothered by it much. But most of all, she wanted a partner who would just enjoy talking to her and in turn she would enjoy talking to. A person she could spend hours of time with and want to live with until they grow old.

Harry Cooke proved to be a prime example of this person.

Lillian sighed as she thought of the green-eyed boy whom she met on the train. Harry had been nothing but nice to her ever since they met and he even stood up for her friend when she was with Malfoy. She'd never met anyone like him before, most of the boys she met through her parents were very nice like Neville and the twins but they were no Harry.

'It's too bad that he's in Slytherin.' A voice in her head said.

Lillian nodded her head in agreement. How could someone so nice be in the same House as Malfoy? Not all Slytherins are evil, there's Professor Slughorn and Professor Snape but that's about it.

'Plus, he's hanging with that blonde girl. Have you seen her? She's like, the prettiest girl I've seen.'

Jeez, way to make me feel pretty about myself, brain.

Lillian was snapped out of her thoughts by a voice of the person she was just thinking of. She'd recognise that voice anywhere.

"Hey Lillian, hey Veronica." Harry greeted the two Gryffindor girls.

"Hi." Lillian greeted the boy who was waiting near the Potions door in the dungeons.

Veronica thought that a simple nod would suffice and nodded at the green-eyed boy, suddenly growing silent after seeing him. She was still not over the fact that he was a snake.

Harry noticed the apprehension on Veronica and deduced that it must be the House bias. Gryffindor versus Slytherin all the way, right?

"So, Lillian. Are you excited for Potions?" Harry asked as they waited for the rest of their classmates.

"Yeah, I guess." She said in a low voice, barely above a whisper.

Harry was confused this time around. What had he done to get her to be… like this? It can't be because I'm in Slytherin cause she's not like that. Harry stayed silent for the rest of their time waiting for the other students.

Choosing the perfect time to arrive, the three menaces of Slytherin came bounding in from around the corner, like usual, Draco was placed in the middle and behind him were his two trusted followers.

"Ah, if it isn't Ms Lillian Potter, it is a delight to see you again." Draco greeted in a friendly tone, but the kind where you know it's fake and they want something from you.

The blonde Slytherin completely ignored Veronica's presence, who was huffing in annoyance. As Malfoy turned his attention to Harry however, his head immediately started hurting but he showed no outwards signs other than getting a glazed look in his eyes, nothing noticeable.

"Greetings to you too, heir Malfoy. May I help you with something?"

Putting on her emotionless mask that had taken years of practice, Lillian prepared to send the blonde boy packing, again. So many a time had people asked to court her, men of all ages, sometimes even women. At first, it was amusing then it became irritating but now, it was just a routine. They ask politely, she declines politely, they ask a second time, she shuts them down a second time. Any more times after that, they'd earn a restraining order. Malfoy was just one of the annoying ones that she couldn't touch, legally and politically that is.

He was one of her most persistent pursuers, if not the most determined one. He's like a worm, you cut it in half, it just grows back again and comes back for more.

"I do not require your assistance but thank you for offering. I am merely wanting to get to know you better, after all, we'd be spending much more time together in the future. That is, if your father finally realises what a great opportunity this is and accepts the contract." Draco said with a sickeningly pleasant grin.

The prospect of 'owning' The Girl-Who-Lived excited the young boy. Even though she was a Half-blood, she had a lot of influence because of her status and his father said that in these times, sometimes political sway and public opinion is more important than blood purity.

Lillian stared blankly at him and in a monotonous voice said, "If you do not require my help in anything, I would like to just wait quietly for our Potions teacher to come."

She turned her head away from him and ignored his presence completely. The cold shoulder treatment always works, well, mostly.

"Lillian, it is not wise to resist. Anyone could see that it would be such an honour to be a Pureblood's wife, maybe you could even get your family's name out of the gutter and save face." He said with clenched teeth.

Draco's confidence and politeness wavered in the face of adversary, that being Lillian's face and began showing signs of desperation in his voice. His tone became more demanding and his hands were clenching and unclenching into fists repeatedly.

"Heir Malfoy, first of all, I did not give you permission for you to use my first name, secondly I do not have the desire to think of such things while I am still in my First Year so kindly hold off on the proposals. Okay?"

The conversation between the heir and heiress had ended with the tone in Lillian's voice effectively silencing any more responses from Draco.

Just like Draco and his friends, Hermione came in to break the tense atmosphere amongst the five First Years already waiting in the hallway. She said a small hello towards her two fellow Gryffindors and a sharp glance to the four boys.

After the feast last night, the three girls had become quick friends. They oddly made a quirky trio consisting of a Pureblood, a Half-Blood and a Muggleborn. Having made a pact to stick together during classes and meals, the three young witches formed a friendship with each other which would certainly blossom into a closer sisterhood in the future.

After a few minutes, the rest of their class appeared, around fifteen more people or so. The door opened and revealed the foreboding image of their teacher, standing inside.

"Come inside, and take a seat."

He turned around and strode off to the front of the poorly lit class as his cloak billowed animatedly behind him.

Harry and his classmates all took their seats and as per usual, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students were separated. The Lions on the left side of the class, closer to escape, while the Snakes took the right side of the class, the darker side.

Harry immediately chose to sit at the back of the class, it gave him the opportunity to observe the rest of his peers but also his surroundings. But also, maybe because Lillian and Veronica were at the back and they were the only people he knew in the class. He was about to sit on the seat closest to them when Granger chose to sit on that seat. Harry settled for the one next to her, she was quiet from what he had seen but doesn't hesitate when someone needs help.

Harry plopped down on the cold, hard wooden stool feeling very uncomfortable in the dank and unfamiliar environment. He placed his Potions books down on the elevated and relatively clean Potions bench before casting his eyes towards Professor Snape.

"Ah, Yes," he said with mirth and a hint of a smile on his lips, it was too dark however to see. "Lillian Potter. Our new… celebrity," he continued.

Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class.

'His eyes were so cold and dark, but also behind those pitch-black pools were mountains of knowledge on potions and magic.' Harry noticed. 'It would be beneficial to learn from him, maybe even work with him in the future.'

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began.

The man's ability to silence a whole audience reminded Harry and Lillian of both their fathers. All three were terrifying in their own right, as well as intimidating.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." The Potions Master smirked at his students, a new batch of students to fear him.

More silence followed this little speech.

Harry looked at all the students in the class. Apart from Lillian and himself, everyone looked as if they were just about to soil their pants, especially Crabbe and Goyle. Having Professor Snape as your Head of House doesn't really help you when you're the one at the end of his attention.

"So, Ms Potter." Snape said grabbing Lillian's attention. He seemed to pause for a second to think of something to say before asking her a question. "Time to see, if at least one of you have bothered to study ahead of our first lesson. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Since Lillian had the famous Lily Potter as her mother, she had been exposed to the study of Potions at a young age. She had also apparently inherited her mother's skill and fascination towards potionmaking that at the age of nine, Lillian was able to brew a large number of the most basic potions in the First-Year curriculum. Reading many of her mother's friend – Professor Snape's – works and own books certainly didn't hurt. Answering the question would be a piece of cauldron cake.

"I would look for a bezoar in the stomach of a goat." Lillian said with confidence.

"Correct, Ms Potter. A point to Gryffindor."

Snape casted his gaze to the left side of the class, particularly Harry. The boy looked in worry at what his professor would ask him. The previous question directed towards his red-haired friend drew no answers from him, a question of similar difficulty would leave him wracking his brain for something to say. Having an eidetic memory is useless when you haven't even encountered the information you needed.

"Mr Cooke." Snape said pausing and thinking again. "Name one ingredient used in the Boil-Cure Potion."

Harry thought back to the textbook he had read on the First Year, Potions, Hogwarts Curriculum. This should be easy.

"I believe that Horned Slugs are one of the ingredients needed for the potion." Harry said with the same confidence Lillian had. Even if an eidetic memory can only get you so far, it is still very much useful.

"That is correct, Mr Cooke." Snape said. "It is… satisfying that some of you decided to read ahead."

Harry noticed that Lillian beamed at the indirect appraisal of her efforts from a person – he guessed – who she considered family. He also smiled to himself knowing that he made a good first impression to the Potions professor in his first Potions class. Hopefully it was enough to make up for his choice of company earlier. Professor Snape looked disappointed at him when he chose to sit with someone who was not from his House.

"Now, as you have heard from Mr Cooke, horned slugs are used to brew the Boil-Curing Potion. However, it is not the only ingredient required." The man paused for dramatic effect.

"All of you will be learning how to make this particular potion in your first three weeks. First, we'll learn about the theory behind the making of the Boil-Curing Potion, the ingredients used and the process of brewing it. Then, on our third week, I'll have you do a practical and brew the Boil-Cure Potion yourself."

Professor Snape explained briefly their course outline for the first three weeks. Harry was relieved that he didn't outright tell them to brew a potion on their first day, unlike one of his tutors. What kind of potions teacher gives their students a practical on their first day? That was much too dangerous, laboratory rules must be explained before they even attempt heating up the cauldron.

Professor Snape seemed like a very capable teacher and an even more impressive potioneer. He definitely knew his subject well. The man practically lived and breathed Potions. Maybe even literally since his personal room was apparently filled with various vials containing a wide range of potions for every purpose imaginable.

The rest of the class went without a hitch. Harry earned his House a total of thirty points while Lillian earned hers a total of thirty-five. Some other students did too. Hermione earned twenty points but only because Professor Snape favoured Harry's answers from hers most of the time.

The only time someone had lost points was when a boy named Seamus Finnigan set fire to an ingredient their Professor had instructed to pass around. Poor Seamus was showered with goo when the slug had exploded from the inside.

At the end of the class, Professor Snape had told them that everyone needed a partner for the rest of the year, someone to brew their potions together with. The class was split apart with the Slytherins and Gryffindors not mixing. Their teacher was smart enough to keep the rival Houses apart.

Most of the students were disappointed when they were told that they weren't going to be able to choose their own partners.

"Mr Cooke, you'll be working with Ms Greengrass for the year." Their professor said while randomly selecting names from the role.

Harry looked at the heiress who was sitting at the front. She was one of those disappointed that they couldn't work with their friends but she barely showed it. The only indication that Harry could base his observations off of was the slight downturn of her lips.

After the partners were chosen, the seating arrangements were drawn. Harry was glad that he was still sitting at the back while Lillian and Veronica however were moved to the bench in front of him and Ms Greengrass.

"Well, Ms Greengrass I hope that we would work well for the rest of the year." Harry smiled at the girl.

She simple nodded at him and said a quick 'you too.' Her face was otherwise blank, distracted at best.

The class had ended also signalling the start of their second period. Harry checked his timetable and saw that he had Herbology with the Ravenclaws, which meant that he'd be able to see Cerise there.

While leaving the dungeons, Harry was about to say goodbye to Lillian and Veronica but they were already out of his sight having gone to their next class already.

Harry sighed and walked to the greenhouses. He saw Ms Greengrass lagging behind from the rest of the bunch and wondered why she wasn't walking with her friend.

"Hello, Ms Greengrass," he greeted.

"Hello, Mr Cooke." She was startled by the greeting and had responded with a full sentence out of instinct.

"I was wondering why you were not walking with your friend Ms Davies." Harry asked.

"Oh, she had gone back to our Potions classroom since she had forgotten her quill on her bench." The girl answered.

Daphne was surprised that the boy wasn't acting rude like other boys, normally they'd be proposing to her and asking her whether she'd go out with them. She had already been hit on by all the other Slytherin boys with the exception of Crabbe and Goyle who were too big of dunderheads to think of girls that way. Of course, they were all ignored and left hanging.

Daphne was even more surprised when she had answered his question with a longer sentence than she would normally say to someone. Short and abrupt answers gave her a rude and snobby appearance which put off boys from her.

"Oh, okay then," she heard the taller boy respond. There was no evident emotion in his voice, no disappointment making her think that he wanted to walk with her instead. "See you in our next class, Ms Greengrass."

The boy left without another word and walked off around the corner leaving her standing in the Great Hall waiting for her friend.

'Harry Cooke, maybe… we could be friends.'

Harry was the first Slytherin student to arrive at Greenhouse One. All the Ravenclaw students were already there waiting for Professor Sprout. He saw Cerise at the edge of the crowd and walked up to her.

"Hey."

"Hey."

The two greeted each other with a wide smile. They resisted the urge to hug in public and had to settle with just being near each other. It wasn't long before their teacher came and ushered them in the greenhouse.

"So, how was Charms?" Harry whispered as he and Cerise walked over to the back of the greenhouse.

"It was great. We got right into the levitation charm since we didn't need to be taught anything else. Professor Flitwick said that he wants to fit more material in the curriculum from now on. Says that we need to be taught more and quicker." Cerise explained while sitting down on one of the wooden chairs laced with termites.

"Umm, Cerise, you might not want to sit on that chair. It's full of termites." Harry said with his arm blocking his girlfriend from sitting on the surface.

"Oh, that's fine." Harry formed a confused look on his face at the response.

"Relax Harry, they're harmless. The chairs and desks are charmed not to get eaten by the termites or any other insects or plants in the area. They're just there to hang out and it's clean despite its appearance." Cerise said easing Harry's concerns for her. "But, I do like that you worry for me."

"That's good… I guess." Harry said referring to the termite problem – or more like the lack of it – whilst grabbing a seat for himself. "And, I will always worry for you, Cerise. Even if you don't need it."

She smiled at the affirmation of her friend and special person's affection towards her. Her smile became even wider when she heard the last part. It was nice to know that he trusted her and respected her skills and independence.

The rest of the class sat themselves on the remaining seats with the Slytherins and Ravenclaws sometimes mixing in and partnering up. According to most of the older students, the Ravenclaw House is the only neutral House at Hogwarts so the Slytherins don't mind interacting with them, plus, the Snakes also admire the Claws for their intelligence, a trait both Houses revere but just in a different form. Ravenclaws admire knowledge for the sole purpose that it would grant them wisdom while Slytherins respect it because it gives them an edge, an advantage.

Harry saw Daphne and her friend arrive last and sat themselves on the remaining seats at the front next to Malfoy and the dumb and dumber, though he could never tell which one is which. Thankfully, the trio had not bothered anyone the whole morning probably due to last night's events. Every now and then, the three would fiddle with a random object and rub the back of their head. It was like a tic that developed from the mind-assault they experienced.

'Ah.' Harry thought in slight exasperation. 'I'm going to have to do something about Malfoy and the other two. The symptoms will probably worsen and people will start looking.'

He filed the notice for later in his mind and focused on the lesson, though, nothing was of interest to him.

Herbology was never his forte, or something that intrigued him in the first place. Harry preferred focusing on branches of magic which gives him the ability to completely obliterate his opponents. To provide him the skill to… dispose of his enemies quickly and efficiently.

Transfiguration allowed him to utilise the environment around him, Charms is generally useful to learn since it teaches the majority of the spells you need to know but DADA specialises on the capture and contain spells that British Aurors live by. Runes would most certainly be needed when defending and protecting. He couldn't see why he'd need Herbology.

But just because he has no affinity or need for the subject, it doesn't hurt to learn. It may come in handy someday.

The Herbology class that day wasn't particularly informative, they were mostly taught the safety rules inside the classroom and where the tools were located. Their first actual lesson would start on their next class but it seemed that Neville Longbottom got into it from the very beginning. Gryffindor was lucky to have him and the fifty House he was generously given from identifying different Herbology equipment that Harry had never seen in his life.

Throughout the class, Harry and Cerise were bored to death and had silently resorted to talking to each other about their plans after classes. Others had done the same thing but at a more obvious way. Some did not appreciate the constant noise buzzing in the atmosphere, one of them being Draco, Crabbe and Goyle whose 'migraines' had worsened considerably.

After the class had ended, lunch was served and this time Harry decided to sit with his Housemates, mostly because he had to and partly because he wanted to form some friendships within his House. Allies are definitely essential inside the Slytherin House. It's wise to make friends early in the year before the drama and House hierarchy acts up.

"Hello Ms Greengrass. May I sit here?" Harry politely and sweetly asked the blonde girl.

Daphne looked up to see the glowing green eyes of Harry staring down at her expectantly. She noticed that his eyes had the occasional blue fleck on the iris but they were mostly filled with shades of green. It had a very distinct colour, something she'd ever seen before. It was a unique combination of the different shades that from far away, the colour almost resembles-.

"Daphne!" A voice next to her whispered quite harshly.

"Huh? Wha-?" Daphne was shaken out of her thoughts about the green-eyed boy when Tracy nudged her out of it.

The blonde heiress looked startled and unaware of her environments, almost causing a scene with her head swivelling left and right continuously. Daphne stopped and looked back at Harry.

'Oh my god, those eyes are so… mesmerising.' She thought trying to find the closest word to describe the boy's eyes. She blushed at the thought of having stared at him for too long and berated herself for letting her control over her emotions slip for that not so brief moment.

Daphne finally regained control of her speech and managed to formulate a response.

"Uh, yes. That would be okay, Mr Cooke." She said while looking down in embarrassment.

Harry was completely oblivious to what had just transpired inside the girl's mind. He was just a pretty thick person when it comes to these things. He grabbed a plate and sat on Daphne's left side and began piling food on his plate.

"So, Harry, was it? How's classes been so far?" Tracy asked.

"They've been enjoyable, Ms Davies." He responded.

"Have any subjects interested you yet?" She asked again clearly interested at the boy.

Not many of them talks to her because they preferred her friend's overall 'company' and looks, not to say that she wasn't pretty, she was almost or equally as stunning as her friend but the glasses kind of makes people judge her by her cover.

"No, not really. Potions and Herbology were never my strengths. Maybe when we get to Transfiguration and Charms." Harry answered making some eye-contact with the brunette.

He was about to eat again when he noticed Daphne's discomfort. Her head was downturned and she was fiddling with her school robes. Her face showed signs of anxiousness and nervousness due to the unfamiliar presence of the boy next to her.

"Ms Greengrass, are you okay? I can leave if you want me to." Harry offered. He wasn't about to sit here and make her feel like this. It'd be best if he just went.

"Um, no, it's okay. I'm just not used to bo-, other people being so close to me, that's all." Daphne whispered. Tracy gave her a sympathetic look and patted her friend on the back.

Harry decided not to pry much about the girl's fears.

"Ms Greengrass, I assure you that I'm not here to hurt you or bother you, I just want to be your friend." Harry said to the girl with a small smile.

Daphne looked up at the boy to see him smile and decided that it was the best smile she'd ever seen. She liked that he was polite and nice compared to the other boys that she'd met but getting used to his presence would take some time.

"That would be great, Mr Cooke." Daphne said with a small smile.

"Please, call me Harry. Mr Cooke sounds like my father, it's bad enough that our professors call me that." He grinned while chuckling at the thought of him being his dad.

"Okay, well you have to call me Daphne, too. I think it's only fair." She said with a quick smile.

"Thank you." Harry smiled. It was nice to know that she let him call her by her first name. It was much easier. "Anyway, I was going to ask you if I could study with you since you two seem to know more about Potions than I do."

Suggesting to study with them instead of asking them to study with him. One trick to help them think that it was him who needed things from them, putting them on top and him the beggar. Also, complimenting them on their skills, but also downplaying his. Harry smiled inwardly at his little analysis of his skills.

Even though it might sound like he was manipulating the two Slytherins, those weren't his main intentions. True, he needed protection since he was just a Muggleborn amongst a bunch of bigot Purebloods supremacists but he wanted to be friends with them since they seem to be the only two decent people in his Year who are in his House, all the others were stuck up and had an 'I'm better than you' attitude.

Daphne looked hesitant to answer. She and Tracy had been fine being the only two in their little friendship but one more person couldn't hurt. Even though he was a boy and all boys are evil though. But, her opinion on them was a tad biased since all of the boys she met were Purebloods.

Harry seemed fine and he is a Muggleborn so he wouldn't be proposing or have a snobby personality. He seemed nice in general from what she saw and his request was genuine since his performance in Herbology was decent at best. His Potions knowledge was abundant for a First Year but the application may not be so well.

Another pro would be that he might scare the boys away from them. He looked fit and was taller than most boys in their year even if it wasn't by much, it was still an appreciated advantage. Harry also seemed like an aloof character, not talking much except to Lillian Potter, Veronica Weasley and that blonde girl from Ravenclaw. The two of them looked especially close with each other.

'He's pretty easy on the eyes too.' A voice inside her said.

'Where did that come from?' Daphne wondered.

Ignoring the stray thought and trying her best not to think about the boy's charm, Daphne weighed the pros and cons in her head.

Daphne had decided, Harry would join their study group.

Before she could answer however, Tracy groaned in annoyance and blurted out, "It's fine Harry, just join us, Daphne doesn't mind, right Daph?"

"N-no, I don't mind." Daphne stuttered a bit miffed by her best friend's behaviour.

"Yes, see? Anyways, study sessions are straight after period four. They usually only last an hour on Wednesdays though, because we have flying lessons at 3:30." Tracy explained their study times.

"That sounds great." Harry said before eating his way through the rest of lunch.

Daphne stared at Harry throughout the rest of the meal wondering whether he would be just like any other boy she met. When she looked back at her plate, she saw her friend smirking at her from the corner of her eye.

"What?" Daphne snapped while blushing, knowing that she'd been caught staring.

"Can I have your food? You look like you want to eat something else entirely." Tracy joked referring to Harry.

"What!? Tracy shut up." Daphne hissed.

Tracy just laughed at the embarrassed blonde and went back to her food.

Unbeknownst to the two girls, someone was watching them from afar.

'So, Greengrass does have a heart. I just need to find some way to get it.'

Harry couldn't help but look back at Daphne, when he did, he saw a boy staring at her intently from the other end of the table.

'Theodore Nott? What are you thinking about?' Harry thought.

Periods three and four were more exciting than the previous two had been, for Harry. He was practically screaming inside his head. Even though he might have learned all of the spells that they were going to be taught this year, it was still fun to cast them and feel the magic floating around the room.

Charms came before Transfiguration. Harry sat at the back like usual but this time, Daphne and Tracy sat beside him since they were now acquaintances. Not quite friends but they'll get there, sooner than Daphne would expect.

Professor Flitwick was an eccentric little man. He was a very nice teacher to his students and did not hesitate in giving out House points. Just like Cerise had said, Professor Flitwick did want to teach them more in the following years and started the year off with the levitation charm.

"Alright, class. The levitation charm is very simple."

The half-goblin, half-human professor pointed at the blackboard that hung at the front of the room.

There was an elaborate diagram informing them about the wand movements needed for the spell. A small circle realistically, but enlarged for viewing purposes, was drawn and it was divided into four slices. A small dot represented the wand tip and it was placed on the bottom-left quarter. A line was then drawn like a tick which started at the bottom-left quarter, travelled downwards on a slope to the bottom of the circle and then shot up to the middle of the top-right quarter. The line represented the wand tip's stroke direction inside the circle.

The circle represented the space of wand movement in front of a wizard or witches' wand arm. From what Professor Flitwick said, the circle widens or contracts depending on what charm they were doing. In this case, the circle was small since the movements were only a simple swish and flick.

In some cases, the circle becomes a cylinder when depth is introduced. Some spells required the wizard or witch to jab forwards as they perform the wand movement or draw themselves back. Some spells completely defy this little rule and allows the caster to simply wave their wand around in their own way to replicate a motion they want an object to copy.

For example, a potioneer swirling their wand over their cauldron to imitate the stirring rod's purpose, then the rod proceeds to copy the movement of the wand and stirs automatically.

Harry had fun learning during the session, these things hadn't been taught to him by his old tutors, they preferred teaching him through trial and error, learning from one's mistakes. They always said that failure is the best teacher. It teaches someone that if they got it wrong, they must be doing it wrong and has to change the way they do it. That way they improve.

But this type of learning where the idea and execution is explained before the attempt was Harry's type of learning style. It was easier for him to know what he had to do if he was told how to do it properly beforehand. Showing something once and then telling a seven-year old to do it is not teaching, however, it did get him this far and out of trouble quite a few times so Harry was still grateful for his old tutors.

After Professor Flitwick had explained to his students the wand movements and demonstrated to them the charm on a heavy, Advanced 3: Charms book, he told them to try it. The students shook themselves out of their moment of awe at seeing the ten-inch thick book jump up and hover in the air.

Their professor gave them a piece of feather each and placed them on their desks.

"I want you to say the word 'Wingardium' before you move your wand then say 'Leviosa' whilst you do the swish and flick." Professor Flitwick explained.

Several of the boys were waving their wand around like it was a fencing sword and shouted the spell causing them to get a small smack on the head from their professor. Professor Flitwick corrected them and showed them how to do it again.

Harry watched Tracy and Daphne try to do the spell but with no luck. He had never done this spell in his life, most of the ones he knows were created to fight someone not make a piece of feather float. The idea was simple enough so he tried it.

"Win-GAR-dee-um," Harry waited, "Levi-OH-sa." Harry was careful to pronounce the words exactly how Professor Flitwick had done it, emphasising the 'gar' and 'oh'.

Harry performed the simple swish and flick while pointing directly at the feather. After the flick and him saying the second word, the feather flew from his desk and rocketed towards the ceiling. It twirled as it did so and sailed back down.

"Well done, Mr Cooke! Ten points to Slytherin." The small professor announced in delight. "And in your first try too, just like Ms Tetherhall."

Harry smiled knowing that his special person did the same.

The Slytherin boys and some girls scowled at him and went on to try and replicate what he had just done but with no results. The remainder of the lesson, Harry tried helping Daphne and Tracy to do the levitation charm correctly by making them pronounce the spell the same way he had done.

In the end, the two girls only managed to make their feathers lift off the desk by ten centimetres being the second and third students in their class to perform the spell.

The class ended on a high note with Harry getting five more points for answering some reflection questions correctly. Before they had to go to their next period, Professor Flitwick had to give them something first.

"I know you don't like essays, no-one does but I need a fifteen-inch essay about the wand movement circle by tomorrow. Make sure to have a title and your name on it, and only the lines with writing on them count towards the fifteen-inch measurements so spaces between paragraphs and titles don't count. Have fun." Their professor said.

Harry heard many of his class mates groan at the thought of having to write an essay. Even Daphne and Tracy looked annoyed.

'What's so bad about a fifteen-inch essay, that's like a page and a bit.'

Having grown up in isolation but with magical tutors, Harry was not aware of the lives that non-magicals lived. So, his father enrolled him to a year six class when he was ten. His father wanted him to learn about the so-called 'Muggles' that the wizarding population refer to. There, Harry learned about the non-magical world's history, how they work and live and basic subjects that the students there, study. One of the tasks that they had to do most of the time was write essays. Most teachers expected at least two pages of writing if not more from the students. Harry later found out that it was an elite school for the gifted and talented. Other schools were not so strict.

Harry had walked with Daphne and Tracy to their Transfigurations class while chatting about the definite existence of an assignment hat they'd have to do during their study session that afternoon.

"Harry, do you think you could help us with the Charms essay later?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah, sure. I asked to be in your group and I want to pay you back for that. You won't regret having me there." Harry answered with confidence. How hard could it be?

The girls thanked him and Daphne excused herself to go to the loo with Tracy accompanying her.

He had been first in at Transfigurations and saw a black cat with white markings around its eyes up on the desk staring at the doorway. The door was open so he went in. Its gaze followed him as he took a seat at the back of the class before shifting its attention back towards the doorway.

'That seems suspicious. No cat has ever been that well behaved.' Harry wondered. 'And where is Professor McGonagoll?'

More students streamed into the class and just like their previous class, only Slytherins were in attendance.

Seeing as no teacher was present, the boys began making paper brooms and throwing them at each other which soon escalated into a full-blown scrunched up paper war. The two girls started gossiping amongst themselves all the while trying not to get hit by a stray paper ball.

Daphne and Tracy arrived late and sat themselves next to Harry again. The two almost got hit by a flying paper ball and a miniature broom swooped above their heads. They noticed Harry's stare directed towards the strange cat on the teacher's desk.

"Harry, what are you thinking about?" Daphne asked. Their new friend-to-be was staring blankly into space but with a thoughtful look on his face, his eyebrows are scrunched up and

"Hmmm," he paused to collect his thoughts, "that cat, have you seen it anywhere before, plus, where is Mrs McGonagoll?"

Tracy looked back at the weird cat on the desk at the front. It was simply staring at the class, moving its gaze from student to student as if it was analysing them.

"I have a cat but it doesn't do that." Daphne voiced her own observations. She was about to go to the front and pick it up when it jumped down and started walking around the class on its own.

Harry watched as the black feline slinked around between desks while keeping its green eyes focused on the students. When it came closer to him, he took one good look at the cat's face and once again, noticed the square-shaped markings around its eyes. It reminded him of Mrs McGonagall's-."

The answer dawned on Harry.

He started smiling out of nowhere and chuckled slightly while shaking his head. 'That's very smart.' Harry thought.

"What, what's wrong? Did you find something about the cat?" Daphne asked seeing the boy's smirk.

"Our teacher's an Animagus," he simply stated earning a few confused looks on the girls' faces.

When Harry said the word, the cat turned its head and stared at him giving a small 'meow', then it stalked back to the front desk.

"A what? So, the cat is our teacher's familiar or something?" Tracy asked.

"No, an Animagus, I've heard of the word before." Daphne said wracking her brain for answers. The term was familiar to her, she's heard her father mention it quite a few times before.

Harry and Tracy looked at the cat and saw it disappear behind the large, wooden desk of their teacher. A few seconds passed before a figure began growing. The transformation was not visible to them since it was draped in the emerald robes of their Transfigurations professor complete with her distinct witch's hat on top.

It wasn't long before the students saw the stern face of their teacher peering at them through her black-rimmed, square glasses.

At once, the boys stopped their little ruckus and sat down immediately once they saw a deadly glare directed towards the five of them. Despite being under the scrutinising gaze of their professor, the boys and girls who had been throwing paper and the girls who were previously gossiping were now staring in awe at the transformed cat to teacher.

Daphne and Tracy were also finding it hard not to be amazed by their teacher's skills. Surely, that must have taken a lot of skill and practice.

"I am, most disappointed by your behaviours." The professor said in a disappointed tone with an underlying demeaning tone. Harry half expected her to add a, 'What can I say, you're Slytherins,' right after.

"I can see that a lack of authoritative figure results in half of you indulging in behaving like uncivilised beings and a couple immersing themselves in fruitless rumours. Some of you, however, have acted like… decent people." The woman directed her stare at all the people she believed were troublemakers but gave a soft and appreciative look towards the back row where Harry, Daphne and Tracy were sitting.

"Yes, Mr Cooke. You were correct in your earlier observation where you stated that I am an Animagus. Five points to Slytherin."

"Now, just like Professor Flitwick, I am increasing the amount of material in this class. Unlike Professor Flitwick, there will be no essays in this class, unless you have failed to complete the necessary activities in class." The woman continued.

The groans and wines heard in the class was as loud, if not louder than when they were given a fifteen-inch essay in Charms.

Harry, Daphne and Tracy ignored the childish noises coming from their Housemates and brought out their wands since the same diagram in their Charms class was in front of them again.

"Today, you will be taking complex notes on the theory of how to turn a match into a needle. Or generally, the Switching branch of Transfiguration."

Many groans were heard amongst most of the Slytherins while Harry, Daphne and Tracy were prepared to tackle the mind-numbing task of copying notes from the board.

So, for the rest of the lesson, the student had copied whatever their professor had written on the blackboard. Since Mrs McGonagoll did not tolerate idling, she wrote fast and erased quickly. Some of the Slytherins were not able to catch up such as Crabbe and Goyle who had only managed to write down the first couple of sentences when the whole board was wiped out for the next set of notes.

Harry, Daphne, Tracy and Pansy and Draco too surprisingly for his headache, all managed to keep up, but just barely.

They copied down notes on the wizarding equivalent of molecular structure, how long an object remains 'switched' until it reverts back into its original form and some tips on how to thoroughly check if your match was fully turned into a needle like trying to snap it in half and see whether the inside is still wood or metal.

The class went well. Although Crabbe and Goyle received some homework much to the ire of the two and Draco since he had to be wherever they go. When Pansy had teased Draco about how he was powerless and scared without his two bodyguards, Draco was very reluctant to admit that it was so.

Harry told Daphne and Tracy to go on without him and that he'd be at the library soon. The two girls thankfully did not question what he was about to do instead of go with them.

Harry managed to locate Cerise before he had to attend to some important matters.

"Cerise, wait up." Harry said as he ran up to her just as she exited the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Hey Harry, what's up?" The girl tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked at the panting boy.

"I just came… to tell you… that, I need… to run some errands then go to a study session later on." Harry explained taking small gulps of air in between phrases.

"Okay… when will we be able to meet up?" Cerise asked.

"3:30 and I promise that I'm free until whenever you want." Harry gave his girlfriend one big grin and a quick hug after her made sure that no-one was around and no portraits to see them. This hallway was the only one that he'd encountered so far that had no nosy portraits hanging around, unless you count the dungeons.

"That's very thoughtful of you, Harry but we have Astronomy at midnight, so we have to catch some sleep before that." Cerise tightened the hug and inhaled the smell of her boyfriend. Just how she likes it. Smells like a mixture of wood, mint and… just Harry.

Harry pulled away from the hug and stepped back.

"How about we hang until 5:00? That way, we have an hour to ourselves until and another hour for a nap before dinner." Harry suggested.

"That would be fun." Cerise said. "Anyway, I have to go study too with Padma and Su."

"New friends?" Harry asked.

"New friends." Cerise confirmed.

"I'll see you outside your dorm." Harry said before turning around to go.

"I'll be waiting." Cerise shouted after him.

Harry waved back before taking off around the corner. Cerise smiled. Life was finally going well for the two of them. They weren't on the run, had loving adoptive parents, a whole school to be friends with, exciting new things to learn and most importantly, each other.

Harry bolted around the hallways and corridors in search of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. He needed to fix their 'minor headache' before a Mediwitch or a teacher comes and finds something out.

Harry first checked the Matron's Office office and the Hospital Wing to see if the three had already gone there. Luckily, there were no signs of them there. Harry then looked in the library to see if Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were getting some work done but thought that if they were going to study, they would do it privately, somewhere where less people would see them. He heard Malfoy say that, "I don't need to study. I have already been taught everything by my father." That had been shot down quickly. So, based on that information, Harry assumed that Draco would want to be seen studying by as little people as possible.

Harry looked inside the Common Room and found the three studying on one of the desks under the second floor. It looks as if Draco was arguing with Crabbe and Goyle about something and two dunderheads were as confused as ever. Draco then slumped down in defeat and sighed into his hands.

'He must be trying to explain the material to his two henchmen,' Harry thought.

Harry hid behind on of the pillars holding the second floor up. There was no way to get there without alerting them since all the lamps were lit and every place around them was illuminated. Although, there is a dark corner directly behind them but that means that he'd have to used his Sha-.

"What are you doing?"

Harry jumped slightly and he turned around to face the person who had spoken. It was a girl. With light blonde, shoulder-length, wavy hair. She had a cute nose, striking amber and green eyes and the pinkest lips he'd ever seen. From her robes, she looked like her family was well-off and very rich too. And from her height, she looked like a third year. She was only around two inches taller than he was. Harry noticed that he was staring.

"Um, nothing. I'm just looking for someone." Harry warily answered.

"What, Draco annoyed you or something?" The girl asked looking over at the three boys hunching over a book like it was a treasure map.

"No, nothing of the sort." Harry half-lied. Draco did annoy him but that's not why he was here, he was here to fix a minor problem.

"You're lying," the girl blatantly said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"No, I'm not." Harry tried his best not to show signs of lying but somehow the girl caught on.

"Yes, you are. Believe me, I would know from experience." The girl said giving a small smile.

"Huh?" Harry stupidly said.

"Oh, I'm his sister."

'What? Draco has a sister?' Internally, Harry was thinking of ways to escape from certain trouble. If this girl was Draco's sister, he's in a big mess. Siblings are supposed to look after each other, even more so if it was the older one watching over the younger sibling. If this girl finds out what he'd done, he was going to face some serious consequences.

"Yeah, I can see that happening. Same hair and all." Harry pointed out trying to steer the conversation away to what will maybe lead to his demise.

"Yeah, but I'm prettier and better looking, don't you think so, Firsty?" The girl said while giving a twirl.

Harry did not know how to respond to someone… acting like… this with him. So, he just closed his mouth and tried to think of something else.

"Relax, I'm just messing with you and if you're going to prank my brother or whatever you're doing, just make sure it hurts… a lot." The girl said laughing at first, but when she got to the last part, there was some hidden malice in her words. I guess the 'watching-over-my-sibling' theory was out of the window.

"Lyra, are you coming or not?!" A voice from outside the Common Room shouted.

"Yeah, wait up!" The girl, whose name Harry knows now is Lyra. She turned back to face him. "We're watching the squid from the lake potentially thrash around some idiot Gryffindors, want to come?"

Harry looked surprised. They'd just met and the girl was asking him to come along with some older Slytherins already.

"I can't, sorry. I have some important things to do." Harry replied, he's already ten minutes into his study session with Daphne and Tracy.

"Right, pranking time. I get it. See you around Firsty." The girl winked at him and clicked her tongue while pointing her hand at him shaped like a gun. She laughed as she jogged off and met with her friend or friends.

"Well, that was weird." Harry did not expect that to happen at all, like, any of it.

So, Lyra Malfoy. Sister of Draco Malfoy. If she's older, shouldn't she be the heir? And why does she act so carefree and loose unlike all the other Purebloods he'd met, apart from Daphne. All of them had sticks up their asses and acted snobby as hell.

Harry turned around to look at Draco and his friends again but they must have walked up to him when he had his back turned.

"Cooke, what are you doing here?" Draco asked, pain etched across his face. He made a small grunt while the other two were bashing their heads with their knuckles, apparently trying to knock the pain out.

"Draco, just the person I've been looking for. It'll be over soon, don't worry." Harry smiled at the blonde boy while holding his shoulders thereby keeping his body still.

"What? What do you mean?" Draco was to disoriented to notice the hands on his shoulders and looked up at Harry with bleary eyes filled with tears of pain.

The last thing he saw was Harry's wide grin and glowing green eyes.

Harry whistled a happy tune as he walked out of the dorms but stopped immediately as he got out. It wouldn't do him good if someone saw him acting all happy and stuff. They wouldn't stay away from him now, would they?

Harry looked back at Draco's, Crabbe's and Goyle's room doors to check if they were locked and kept on going. They were easy to take care of. Just a quick walk-about in their minds and some patching up with their memories.

His pace was quick and his strides were long. He's fifteen minutes late for the study session. He had grabbed his book bag from his room and went straight to the library. He had no need for it earlier and kept his parchment, quill and ink well inside his pocket just in case.

When he had arrived at the library, Daphne and Tracy already had their books out and were doing their essays.

"Sorry, I ran into someone and I lost track of time." Harry excused as he approached the two girls.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't you know that it's rude to keep a lady waiting, Harry? I thought you knew better than that." Tracy scolded mockingly like a mother would.

Daphne just smiled at the antics of her best friend and Housema-… friend. Yep, friend sounds appropriate.

"Anyways, let's get started." Harry said seriously.

"Oh, we already started but you haven't. Better catch up." Tracy jokingly said.

The three managed to finish their essays much quicker with Harry's help since he knew ways to make the sentences longer by turning one word into a phrase. For example, 'if' becomes 'in the event that' and 'like' becomes 'along the lines of'. Seriously though, it wasn't that hard to write a fifteen-inch essay when you have loads of information to cover. You just have to find a way to tie them all together and group them by relevance.

"Wow, that was quick." Tracy said while packing her belongings back into her bag.

"Yeah, thanks Harry. If you didn't help us, we'd probably still be working on it and not even halfway done." Daphne admitted.

"It's nothing." Harry glanced at the grandfather clock which stood on the close to where they were working. "It's only been thirty minutes since you guys started and fifteen when I came in, we've still got another half hour until our study session ends."

Tracy and Daphne both looked at the clock and saw that Harry was right.

"Well, since we finished early, Harry, you want to tag along with me and Daphne? We're going exploring around the castle." Tracy offered after making sure that Daphne was okay with it too.

"We do have another half hour, I guess I could come but we should probably drop off our school bags back in our rooms."

"Yeah, you're right."

Author's Note:

Some phrases are copied directly from the books. J.K. Rowling owns those. If I don't write the classes correctly or some information are wrong, please correct me.

The lessons are split into two parts since I don't want a 20k long chapter in my hands. It would be easier to split and show you guys that I'm still alive.

Sorry for the delay, I was away and I haven't been able to send my drafts to my co-author. It is not his fault guys, okay?

I'm just going through all of the subjects before we get to the solving the mystery things so in the future, when they have classes, you guys would know what happens in there and I can just briefly explain what happens unless there's something that gets revealed that is significant to the plot or if drama ensues.

I've added some of my ideas as to how wands and spells work together in Charms. As you can see, Harry is not too powerful for his age. He knows what he is taught but he's too young to go around and invent some spells or be skilled enough to fight or apply what he's taught for other purposes. If he was taught to transfigure some bedsheets into some better sheets, that's what he'll do but he won't transfigure a bedsheet into a net or something. He has a lot of spells under his belt, some that are hard to master for older people but the way he was taught them is the way he'll do them.

Lyra is introduced in this chapter and Harry thinks she's pretty.

Please give helpful feedback, thank you. (especially on the character development and personality.)

Also, tell me if I've gotten some facts wrong. It's been a while since I've read the books.

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