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Just a typical Hogwarts day





Harry had been at Hogwarts for two months. He absolutely loved it. He thought magic school was much better than his school in Surrey. In fact, he liked both Hogwarts and East End Primary. When he went to the Elgin school he made sure the teachers retested him in all his subject levels. He planned to focus his study on math and science but it wouldn't hurt if he knew more.



Hogwarts challenged him in ways his summer books did not. His first couple of weeks were a vast improvement over any other teacher led class in which he had participated. His potion class was his best subject. His teacher, Mrs. Warrington, was extraordinarily helpful. She was lead teacher for the first years. All first years took each class together. Mrs. Warrington used their potion class to prepare ingredients for the older students. She left the classroom and allowed Professor Sprout to identify the ingredients they had prepared. Professor Sprout would lead them to the greenhouse. Each student was responsible for caring for the plants and animals whose potion ingredients Hogwarts was harvesting. The idea the teachers had was they would combine their classes to the extent that the students was taken from the field to the classroom or dinner table.



After her class was completed, Professor Sprout took the students to Hagrid's animal farm. She explained she was mentoring Hagrid so that Hagrid learned how to teach students to harvest animal ingredients. Hagrid showed them how to ask and receive each animal's cooperation if students needed external ingredients. The students learned from the gentlest animals Hagrid cared for. Professor Sprout only interrupted Hagrid's class if he put them into contact with more feral animals.



Professor Flitwick met them at the farm. He showed the students how to gather the hair, skin or fur dendrites, saliva/blood samples, or fertilizer. There were charms to hover, to parch, to dispatch, to preserve, and do any and all preservation the products needed. Professor Flitwick delighted in being outside. He told the class he had spent the last century being bound to the classroom. He said the escape to outdoors did his heart good.



Harry's transfiguration teacher, Mrs. Bassett, met them outside of the farm. In past classes, she had shown them how to convert a matchstick into a needle, a pin cushion into a frog, and mouse into a goblet. While they were outside, Mrs. Bassett showed them how to transform some of the blades of grass into fences, rocks into masonry stones, and leaves into nets. She showed Harry's class how to conserve the amount of power they used in each spell so they weren't exhausted by the end of the day.



The other two classes: Astrology/Astronomy and History of Magic was divided between four teachers. The first years took Potions, Herbology/Animal Farm, Charms, and Transfiguration daily from Breakfast until their late lunch. The students left lunch for along history lesson. Professor Binns, the Grey Lady, and Bloody Baron taught Hogwarts' history from the founding until 1300 A.D. Thaddeus Kirk taught History of the Magic World 1900 to the current day.



The firsties went to dinner together. Their last class of the day was Astrology Astronomy. They went to through star charts and zodiac graphs with Professor Sinestra. Professor Trelawny taught the students how to read the celestial signs when they peered up into the stars and viewed the zodiac manifestations. So far the only classes where they were expected to complete homework was history and astronomy. It was assigned over the weekend breaks.



Harry was thrilled. The Potter elves learned as he learned. They assured him that the Potter properties were being well managed, had been thoroughly cleaned, and yielded a fruitful harvest. He had written Leit and Wyatt so he had permission to expand and work in his dorm room in Neville's presence. Harry placed his trunk against the tower wall and worked on the last armour and a chest of drawers. He had restored and increased the storage capacity of the items he bought from Surrey's used goods store. The Potter elves transported any finished items to his homes. Harry worked as hard on his furniture as he had when the Dursleys assigned him chores.



Mrs. Warrington explained that the daily schedule the first through fifth years had was designed to exhaust their magic cores. As the students adapted to their daily labors, the amount of magic they could produce would expand. Madam Pomfrey and the St. Mungo's staff of healers had given them a series of tests when they started Hogwarts to ensure the schedule did not drastically strain them. Whenever Neville and Harry tired they employed their qwik spells to help them complete the tasks the teachers expected of them. The other firsties discovered it was best to follow their lead because Neville and Harry were not has tired as everyone else. Mrs. Warrington and the healers took note of any differences between the first and second year students.



Harry's daily routine was interrupted on Halloween. While Hogwarts was enjoying a feast to celebrate Samhain, the Defense against Dark Arts Professor Quirrel interrupted the meal. Since the firsties did not take defense against the dark arts until the second half of the year, they failed to pay attention to his words. Professor McGonagall asked the prefects to keep all students in the Great Hall. Most of the adult staff and professors left. Madam Pomfrey and the rest of the healers floated Quirrel to the hospital wing. The meal and the stories continued.



Professor McGonagall returned to the Great Hall asked the prefects to lead the Hufflepuffs to the Gryfindor tower and directed the Slytherins to Ravenclaw tower. She told them after dinner classes were canceled for the night. She said they were to enjoy the game rooms. The first years walked between the sixth and seventh years toward the tower. Their journey was broken up by trolls.



The seventh years ran into a couple of trolls near the front of the line. They pushed the first years back to safety. The connecting corridor was filled with 2 or 3 more trolls. The sixth years pressed forward to keep the first years away from the connecting corridor. Percy was able to redirect the remaining second, third, fourth and fifth years to the Ravenclaw Tower. Missy, his fifth year partner, went back to the Great Hall to find a professor to help with the trolls.



The seventh year prefects organized the seventh years to fight the trolls. The sixth year prefects directed the rest of their class to close off the connecting corridor. Before the firsties panicked, Harry and Neville directed the rest to form the herbology/animal farm groupings.



Neville asked Harry, "What should we do to help?"



"Remember the charms to gather the hair, skin or fur dendrites; to hover, to parch, to dispatch, and to preserve animal products? We can use those on the trolls closest to us. Let's process them like we would if they were at Hagrid's farm." Harry looked at his fellow first years to see if they would be of any use.



Neville asked Susan and Hannah to help. "Can you gather the hair, fur and skin?" Susan and Hannah nodded.



Susan cast the first charm on the trolls the seventh years were fighting. "CARPO!"



The troll hide was thick and magic resistant. A few hairs left the troll. Susan did not employ enough magic force to have a greater impact. The troll rubbed the areas where the hair came from, but it didn't give the seventh years enough time to take advantage of the troll's reaction.



Neville asked Hannah, "Help Susan with the trolls. Use the qwik spell version of carpo. Keep your wand in your hand when you use the spell."



The results were immediate. The troll lost half of the hair on its body. Hannah's spell impact redirected the troll's attention from the seventh years to Hannah. The troll grunted and reached for her. The seventh years had enough time to banish the troll in the castle wall to jar it.



Harry asked Dean and Seamus to hover the clubs. "Will you guys be able to direct the clubs further away from this hall? We haven't completed the sight unseen transport charm, but the hover should help them." Dean and Seamus nodded.



Dean stepped to the side and used the qwik spell to levitate the club of the other troll the seventh years were fighting. "LEVIS!" The club hovered above the troll's head.



Seamus followed up. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The club moved away from the troll and the seventh years.



Justin and Ernie took over from Seamus. Justin called out, "LEVITAS!" It lightened the club before Ernie could place it near the sixth years. Ernie yelled, "MISSUM!"



Harry followed up with the debris surrounding the first troll the seventh years had taken down. He transfigured the stone into fences. Neville helped by tranfiguring the debris into nets and levitating them to troll's arms and legs.



Susan and Hannah had moved to the second troll the seventh years were trying to subdue. They plucked all the hair off this poor troll. It was in shock. One seventh year was able to use the Obscura charm to temporarily remove the trolls' sight while the rest of the seventh years focused their attention on surmount the trolls magical resistance.



Dean and Seamus repeated their spellwork on the second club. Justin and Ernie also dispatched it. Harry and Neville transfigured as many fences and nets as they could to secure the trolls once the seventh years defeated them.



On the other end of the hall, the sixth years had walled off the connecting corridor so those trolls could not reach them. Mrs. Bassett and Mrs. Warrington helped the sixth years harden the transfigured walls so the trolls couldn't smash their way through the wall. They informed the exhausted students that the teachers had been fighting trolls throughout the castle. Their classmates were safe in Ravenclaw tower.



Mrs. Bassett and Warrington escorted the rest of the students to Gryfindor tower. The teachers taught the Hufflepuffs how to transfigure or conjure sleeping bags or beds for the common areas. The elves brought bedding for the students to cover up. They asked them to get some rest while the teacher guarded the tower.



The teachers rounded up the rest of trolls. An entire clan of mountain trolls entered the castle and tried to find food. Hagrid spoke to the trolls outside near the animal farm. He explained how scared the wizard and witches were of them. The elves supplied Hagrid with enough carcasses from the feast to satisfy the troll clan. Hagrid asked them to apologize to the staff and students the next day and compensate them for the ruined Samhain celebration. Hagrid also offered them safe passage to the giant lands if the trolls were interested in roaming in a far less populated place.



Madame Pomfrey and the healers had a far more difficult night than anyone else. They levitated Professor Quirrel to the hospital wing. Healer Fracier who performed the diagnostic spells along the way discovered a nasty possession. The other healers stunned Quirrel as soon as Fracier alerted them to the problem.



Voldemort fought the healers with as many dark spells as he could summon up using Quirrel's magic. With the servant being vanquished, Voldemort tried to change bodies so he would have access to more magic. The healers exorcised Voldemort from Quirrel. Healer Chatney banished Voldemort's spirit to its earthly body and bound it to its first home. Healer Chatney later explained that he learned the spell from his aborigine grandparents. The spell cast on a restless spirit had uneven results.



Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall were responsible for the clean up. The teachers who had fought the trolls were brought to the hospital for any injuries they sustained. Professor Flitwick and Mr. Stevens checked on Ravenclaw tower. The remaining Gryfindor and Hufflepuff years were taken to Gryfindor tower. The rest were instructed to transfigure beds or sleeping bags because the students would be sleeping in Ravenclaw tower for the night.



The Aurors arrived to collect Professor Quirrel after the healers finished treating him for the possession. Quirrel suffered a loss of motor function and mental acuity, but he could otherwise lead a functional life. Dumbledore and Snape questioned him with Veritaserum before he left the castle. McGonagall used a recording quill to collect the entire transcript.



Perenelle Flamel came after Dumbledore notified the Flamels of the second attempt in the last few months on the Philosopher Stone. She took possession of the Stone, asked Albus to meet with the couple later in the week, and informed McGonagall that one of her grandchildren could fill in as a Defense against Dark Arts teacher until she found another one.





The next day Harry woke up with aheadache beyond anything he had ever felt. He felt like someone had shoved his head into a vise and tried to drain all the blood from his body. He laid in abed and looked up at the ceiling. He tested his throat to see if he could talk. First, he hummed. Then, he spoke out loud.



"Neville."



Neville was an early riser, but this was ABSOLUTELY ridiculous. Both Harry and he had turned in late last night. The sun wasn't even up yet. He listened to see if Harry turned over and went to sleep.



"Neville, I'm hurt. Please be up. I need you to get Cedric Diggory for me. Please wake up. I can't move far enough to get help for myself."



Neville jerked himself from the bed.



"I'll get Cedric. I didn't know you were hurt. I will get him right now."



Neville stumbled into the first year common room. He noticed all the Hufflepuff first years. He climbed to the fourth year common room. He hoped the rest of the Hufflepuffs were in the tower.



The teachers must have moved them here. Cedric was near the window on the far side of the room. Neville shook Cedric in his bed.



"Cedric. It's an emergency. Ineed you. Harry needs you." Cedric turned over but he had yet to actually wake up.



"Cedric. Harry can't move. Wake up." Nevilled pulled Cedric's sheets off him.



"Cedric. You are going to make me do something that I don't want to do soon. Harry needs you. GET UP!" The other fourth year Hufflepuffs were starting to wake up now. Neville didn't want to explain this to everyone. Harry wouldn't like it.



"Keep in mind, you have left me no choice. I only know a few charms. Wingardium Leviosa." Neville knew that the moblicorpus spell was abetter charm, but he didn't know how to do it. He moved away the other Hufflepuffs, directed Cedric's floating body in front of him as he moved down the stairs, and returned to Harry.



"Harry, I am back. I have Cedric here. I can't wait wake Cedric. You might have better luck."



"Hand me my wand. I will see what I can do."



Harry pointed his wand at Cedric. He used the hair removal charm from the animal farm. "Carpo."



Cedric jerked away. "What the fuck was that for? Damn. Are you trying to hurt me?" Cedric lost his body hair-all of it.



"Cedric, be grateful that you have the hair on the top of your head. You should be grateful that I read that magical origins book and learned about intent in spell casting.



I can't move. I need you to get Ian to come to Hogwarts and check on me. Something is wonky with me this morning. I was fine last night when I went to bed. My magic is flowing better than it has ever been. He is the healer that has the best information on the rituals I've been through. He might be the only one that can set me right. Please get him."



Cedric sat up from the floor, looked at Harry laying in bed. His eyes were open, but other than his wand being wedged into his hand he was laying stock still. He leapt up and made his way to the door. He called over his shoulder.



"I will go to Professor Sprout and get Ian here. After I floo him, I am going to the Infirmary and get Madame Pomfrey. I would move you, but I don't know what if it will make things worse for you."



Neville pulled a desk chair to Harry's bed. "I don't know what to do to make you feel better, Harry. How about we talk about something that will pull your mind away from what is currently happening here?"



"I don't know how that would work, but I am willing to try it. What do you have in mind?"



"How about that troll fight last night? That was bizarre enough to be interesting, right?"



"Hell, yeah. What were trolls doing in our school? Is that what the magic world does to a wizard? You are sitting in the Great Hall, having a fabulous meal that takes your mind away from your parent's death anniversary. You feel good about yourself and your friend. Bam. You are forced to move quickly through the halls, so you can get to safety in your tower. Out of no where, you find trolls in your path. What is this a rite of passage?"



"If it is, I haven't heard of it before. My grand uncle bounced me out of a second or third story window to see if my magic saved me. I bounced. Maybe wrestling and restraining mountain trolls shows that we are worthy Hogwarts students. Who knows? We didn't do too bad, did we?"



"We were saved because we worked together. The sixth year prefects instructed their class to wall the trolls into a separate corridor. The seventh year prefects directed us to stay out of the fight and the rest of their class to subdue the couple of trolls we were faced with fighting. We could have listened to the seventh year prefects, but those students didn't know what we could do to help. We had to help."



"Can you believe that? Why did the rest of the first years listen to us? Well, why did they listen to me? You, Iunderstand. Me? I just started giving out directions like I knew what I was doing. I was scared, but I figured we should do something."



"You think we should have just stood there and hoped for the best? Neville, those older students know more spells but they were as scared as we were. They were fumbling through it. We fumbled through it.



We'll figure out later why the other first years listened to us. I didn't know what to do exactly. I just thought let's use the charms we know. Later, we'll learn more so if we are faced with mountain trolls in the future we can protect ourselves.



I'll ignore what you said about yourself and your voice in a crowd. We already talked about your lack of confidence. I see no reason to keep talking about it again. I had to speak up yesterday like I knew exactly what we could do. I knew I could choose the wrong thing. I did it anyway because it made less sense just standing in place watching other people risk injury while we did nothing.



Next time in a crisis, we will better know what to do. My muggle school did fire drills or terror alerts in case of an emergency. We can do better as a magic school. We can run through bad events in Hogwarts past and come up with drills to keep us safe.



Next time, I see Percy I will ask him what the prefects are prepared to do in light of this mountain troll farce. I will keep asking until a prefect, a teacher, or someone tells me what they are prepared to do in the future to prevent us from having to defend ourselves."



"Why do drills when we have magic to prevent injury?"



"We have magic. We didn't get hurt, but those sixth and seventh years might have being face to face with those trolls. Once we started using our magic, the trolls attacked us. They probably were trying to protect themselves from us. We had no way of knowing what their intentions were. Are trolls sentient?"



"What difference does their ability to think have to do with anything?



"I want to know why they were here in the first place. If they were cavemen, maybe they just wanted food, shelter, or clothing. If they are mindless beasts, all they can do is fight or flee. It matters because we need to know how to defend ourselves. If we are dealing with something that doesn't reason, just attacks, then we won't waste time talking."



"What does it have to do with us? Shouldn't the adults figure it out and tell us?"



"You don't know me well enough to know this yet. If it is wrong, it will find me. If someone is doing something bad, they will generally find a way to get me involved in it one way or the other. I make a good scapegoat.



As far as adults taking care of things, where were the adults when we were fighting mountain trolls last night? Why did they send us to bed without telling us what was happening? We were so exhausted that we went straight to sleep, but normally people in charge tell us what to expect or what they are doing to deal with the emergency situation. We didn't get anything last night."



"Adults speak. Children listen."



"No. Responsible adults explain. Reasonable children listen to responsible adults. If we listen to all adults, then I am a worthless, careless freak who never will succeed because I had worthless drunken parents. As their spawn, I am going to be just like them."



"Who said that Harry?"



"Careless relatives. In fact, careless relatives who hate me for being magical. Better still, careless, magic fearing muggle relatives who hate me for being different said that and did more. If every careless adult has a right to be obeyed, I am already hopeless. I am magical. I am not hopeless. I have irresponsible, careless relatives who told me what I was good for and refused to believe me.



I don't expect you to believe as Ibelieve, but your choice to listen indiscriminately will never be my choice. You're my friend and I will be the best I can be. Don't expect me to ignore my experience and do as you do. I will show you the same courtesy.



If these adults, here in this castle, choose not to tell us what we need and refuse to prepare us to fight our best, then they too become careless adults who don't deserve to be obeyed. We will do what we can, but I won't lose any sleep if I don't obey them. Trust is earned."



"Harry, we will have disagree here. Sometimes, adults tell you what they can explain and shield you from what is too terrible to share. They wait until you can handle the situation better. My experience gives me the faith that responsible adults lead and share what they can."



"Tell me, Neville. Do you think we would have been better prepared if one of those adults explained what was going on before we left the Great Hall?"



"Quirrel said something to us. We were too busy talking to hear what he said."



"Before we left the Great Hall, did anyone prepare us for the trolls?"



"No. They tried to get us to asafe place and find the danger."



"I don't doubt they had the best intentions. I'm sure they fought the trolls with the best of their abilities. Did their intentions prepare us to face the danger we faced?"



"No. They got to us as soon as they could."



"We could have been near death by then. We had to protect ourselves in spite of the best intentions."



"They will do better next time."



"If we didn't protect ourselves this time, we would not be there for the next time. If my cousin, Dudley hit me in front of a teacher, he was punished. If Dudley did without a teacher present, he was not punished. The teacher's intentions were to prevent Dudley from helping me. All Dudley learned was not to hit me in front of a teacher because he was punished when a teacher was there. I, on the other hand, learned Dudley will hit me whenever he chose whether he was punished or not. If I wanted to remain uninjured, I had to stay out of Dudley's reach no matter what a teacher or anyone else had to say about it.



I think Hogwarts is the same way. A teacher will intervene in any danger that is in front of them which is trying injure us. If they are not there to protect us, the danger will impact us regardless what lesson they are trying to teach. The moral of this story is learn how to do for yourself or you will be injured no matter what other people want, intend, or believe.



If it gives you comfort that the adults wanted to protect us and send us to the towers away from where they thought the trolls were, then I hope you will teach me how to be comforted. Ijust want to make sure if a troll enters this castle, I know how to subdue it on my own. Can you imagine what would have happened if we had been by ourselves trying to fight even one of those trolls without any support?



It would not be good. I'm sure we would have figured something out, but at what cost to us? Would those intentions give us comfort when we were injured or dead?"



Ian's entrance saved Neville from having to respond. The truth was Harry was right. Injury or death was cold comfort. "What do have going on today Patient Harry? Have you decided that you miss me so much you need to call me in before 6 a.m.?" Ian had his wand in hand and started diagnosing all that he saw.



"No, I decided it is time to get apersonal healer who knows me. Since you have done so much for me already, Ifigured you might want the job. Does St. Mungos challenge your skills as much as I do? The way I see it, the more rituals I do the more complicated this can become. With your expertise on my physiology, I will always have the best care.



How about it, do you want a full time patient? You don't owe me anything now. We are even. What you do with the rest of your time is your business? When I have an emergency like the one I am having now, I can contact you to treat me. I don't want to explain all my injuries to every healer or doctor who comes along."



Ian was shocked. "I will talk to my wife about it. If she thinks it is a good arrangement, I will negotiate some time off for St. Mungos. I will immerse myself in your medical history. I don't come cheap."



"I would not expect you to be cheap. I have a hospice vault. I figure I can afford it, so I might as well take advantage of what my forebears provided for me."



Ian did a thorough examination. "I think your last ritual is coming back to bite you. Something must have happened to the goblin's guest for your readings to be like this." Ian glanced at Neville. "I think I will move you to more thoroughly assess what we can do to get you well." Ian turned to address Neville. "I want to thank you for helping Harry today. If you keep this up, Harry might rope you into working for him too."



Ian used the moblicorpus spell to move Harry out of the first year dormitory. He sought out the Gryfindor Head of House, Mrs. Ealy. Madame Pomphrey met them in Mrs. Ealy's office. Ian presented Harry's release to leave school grounds for medical purporses. "I am taking Mr. Potter off school grounds for further treatment. Your facilities do not have the personnel to treat Mr. Potter. I have discussed the staff improvements with Professor Flitwick and Madame Pomphrey in the past. I'll take up this matter with the Headmaster and the School Governors in the future.



Suffice it to say, I will insure Mr. Potter's well-being but Hogwarts has a gap that I think should be filled. I don't think the other schools in Britain are as fully staffed as Hogwarts. I'm sure we can settle on a plan to take care of all students who need to be cared for."



Mrs. Ealy spoke with Harry before he departed. "I will let the Headmistress know you've left the grounds with Healer MacKenzie. Madame Pomphrey will settle on your care. I will visit you and make sure you are alright. I will also make sure you receive any assignments you miss and get you a tentative make up schedule. Be well, Harry."



Madame Pomphrey took Ian aside. "I checked Mr. Potter out when he did his physical. I want you to check his magic core. I think it has an obstruction. You also will want to look at his bones. He is on the short side of his age group. You can handle his treatment without the kind of oversight I have to deal with at Hogwarts. Please make him well."



Ian carted Harry off the grounds. He used the portkey the goblins had given him in case of a complication. He sent Rancor a message prior to coming to Hogwarts to prepare him for any possible ritual side affects. He figured the goblins would find it in their interest to see Harry Potter.