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Chapter 3 months at Hogwarts.

- Where do you go like this Potter?

Harry let out a sigh of nervousness. He should have known that sooner or later catch up on her best friend. However, he hoped for a break. After all it was only 8:47 in the morning of their second day of September.

Elizabeth Black was very strong. But after all he should never have doubts.

He turned, and faced a very angry girl. Her black hair loose and it usually arriving in the middle of the back were now raised in a strict bun, which was not without reminding him that of Professor McGonagall. His sapphire blue eyes flashed, and Harry found himself wishing that his death was quick and painless.

- Oh hello Eli's it going? he asked in a small voice all low, staring at the ground which apparently looked fascinating. He felt, the more he saw the girl approaching him.

- Do not play this game with me, Potter, 'she said slowly. I do not know what game you play to ignore us this way Neville and I, but unless you n'ais an excellent explanation, it will stop immediately!

Harry slowly raised his eyes, and eye contact with her friend, it softens. Seeing that he still did not speak, she spoke again.

- What's going on Harry? she said in a voice much softer because yes, sometimes she could not scream and get excited. It is because of the reaction of your parents?

Harry let out a small bitter laugh. Indeed, the bellowing of his parents, he had waited anxiously, he was surprised that it was not worse. Knowing them, they could require a different distribution, or outright deny it. No, they were just happy to humiliate him in front of the whole school, and to reveal to the whole world how much they cared little for their eldest son. Nothing too serious.

All under the mocking eye of Ryan, who had been entitled to praise and pride of Lily and James Potter.

- Your parents are idiots, 'she said, and sooner or later they will eventually see that you are worth ten thousand times more than your idiot brother.

- It does not matter to you that I'm in Slytherin? he asked sadly. He pronounced the last word as if it were a disease.

- That's why you react like that! Exclaimed Elizabeth relieved to understand what was going on. But you know I do not have that stupid prejudice, after all, I'm smart me! Look at my aunt and uncle Ted Andromeda, they were both in Slytherin and the wizards are great, very nice and out of all this nonsense about pure-bloods. Just because there were some evil witches in this house that all Slytherins are evil! I thought you were smart enough to know that!

Harry chuckled, and Elizabeth joined him. Seeing that he was better, she put her arm around her shoulders, and both went to their first joint course, Botany with Professor Sprout.

- You save me a long time counting like that? The teased her.

- Sorry, Harry muttered, still embarrassed by his behavior in recent days. He should have known that his friends would not let him down so easily. You know when Neville ... he began hesitantly.

- Neville also do not care that you are in Slytherin, it just disappointed me that we are all three separate. But I must admit that I prefer my house to hers. Can you imagine, you end up with your brother, 'she said with a fake expression of horror on her face. I tremble in advance!

Harry frowned but said nothing. He had not forgotten the little confrontation he had with his brother the day before.

Once the situation was cleared up between them, Elizabeth undertook to explain to his best friend what it was like the house Ravenclaw and her classmates. A little too seriously, but the potential was his verdict.

Harry listened with half an ear as her best friend. In fact, he was relieved of the reaction of the latter, and realized, in retrospect, that his initial reaction was stupid. Of course that Neville and Elisabeth would not stop talking to him just because he was part of the green house and money. They were his best friends, and it was not a small detail like that that would change things between them. Harry made a mental note to go and apologize as soon as he could from Neville, although it suspected that the Gryffindor did not take into rigor. Of the three, Neville was the one who had the character easier. Always smiling, wanting to help, he knew, however, if we bothered to replicate, as Ryan was able to see when they were children.

Elizabeth she had a much more difficult. She did not know the meaning of tact or subtlety, because after all, it was used for what in a cruel world. When something did not please him, she was not hiding to show with strength and vigor, but it was quite thoughtful, heiress of Rowena Ravenclaw obliged to by his mother, to know when to avoid a confrontation that does not turn anyway in his favor, and this applied especially if Ryan. She did not have his tongue in his pocket, and was a franchise almost disconcerting, especially for people who did not know or very little. But it was precisely these traits that the two boys adored him. Ryan a little less anyway.

I was stupid to react in this way, he thought again. I have no friends in my home and my family hates me, so should I avoid losing the only two people who value me.

It was true that his return to the house of Salazar Slytherin had not taken place under the best auspices. It seemed that everyone avoided him, except that Blaise Zabini was friendly, but no more, and most of his time anyway hanging out with Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis and first two years, as soon as they Harry could see, looked with great suspicion as possible.

The remaining students were clearly hostile to him, except Draco Malfoy, but when with him, Harry did not know what to think. He spent his time looking at Harry with an air of inscrutable, and that annoyed Harry more than anything else. And good, Malfoy did not have a good reputation among Potter.

And the bellowing of his parents had not improved his image with green and silver. Insults his father had uttered against the Slytherins were not pleased with his classmates who had stared with great coolness and contempt for sure.

Harry Potter did not live the start as he had expected.

And in this atmosphere, it was very pleasant to admit, the week took place for the three young wizards. Neville did not need to pray to forgive Harry's behavior and all three resumed their friendship where they left off.

The classes were exciting, Harry made himself very soon realized, and it seemed that his strength would be, as it had been the case for his father, the metamorphosis. Indeed, it was always the first to achieve the tasks assigned to them by Professor McGonagall, with an almost disconcerting ease. But Harry excelled in all other classes, and in the company of Elizabeth, and sometimes to Neville, he worked very hard, and it rapidly became clear that his only serious contender for first place would be Hermione Granger, Gryffindor and friend of Neville .

The three witches were often found in the Ravenclaw common room, only neutral ground. It was inconceivable that Harry could go to a Gryffindor in the dungeons and vice versa. In contrast to Ravenclaw, as they had quickly explained Elizabeth, it was common to see students from other houses, but mostly for work. And it could qu'arranger Harry, this way he spent as little time as possible in the wet cells, which for him the situation had still not improved. More or less everyone avoided him, and even Draco Malfoy after two weeks had stopped the scan time.

The situation was transformed during a Potions class, on Halloween.

Harry did not like this course. First he was with the Gryffindors, so his brother, who never lost an opportunity to annoy him. Second, the teacher hated him.

As usual he sat next to Neville and Hermione, who was always very polite with him. But to his dismay, in front of him was his brother and two of his minions, as Elizabeth was soon very kindly called Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

That day, Snape, after a few remarks against the treacherous Potter twins, gave them to prepare a potion to cure boils, and Harry, Hermione and Neville went to work diligently.

Before them, however, Ryan, Ron and Seamus did not take their work as seriously, and Harry realized that the three boys, instead of their potion, consulted a Quidditch magazine with commentary included. Rogue did not notice anything because he was too busy talking to Malfoy, but he was bound to realize something, and Harry rejoiced in advance. If someone could bring down Ryan Potter's little cloud, it was Severus Snape.

While Harry was busy cutting the spines of a porcupine into pieces of equal size, he suddenly heard the professor of potions get closer.

- Potter So, what we have here, said the professor, and a quick movement he seized the magazine of Ryan, who looked at him defiantly. Really you are the portrait of your father, too arrogant and stupid, he says with an air of satisfaction in his eyes.

- My father is neither arrogant nor stupid Snivellus, Ryan spat with contempt, and Harry tapped his forehead, could not believe his brother allows himself such behavior to a teacher. What a fool, he murmured.

However, Snape heard the remark of Harry and mistook the recipient.

- So like that I'm an idiot Potter less famous but just as stupid as his brother, he said in a threatening voice.

- No teacher, intervened suddenly Hermione. I think Harry's remark was not directed at you, but to her brother, she finished a very small voice.

Snape looked at her with a bad air, and Harry stared, trying to be as small as possible, while his brother was spent on fashion mocking. He probably thought he had nothing to fear and that it was his brother who would take all the blame.

- Perhaps if Miss Granger, Snape finally said with a drawl. Nevertheless, the two Potter will visit me in restraint next week.

- And twenty points from Gryffindor Mr Potter said he on his way back to his office.

Harry let out a small sigh of relief, and before he could thank Hermione for his intervention, his brother and two servants had already gone before.

- You can find out why you have defended? Where's your loyalty to the members of your own home? Ryan spat towards Hermione. This blushed but stood firm.

- I did not defend himself, she said, I just mentioned in Professor Snape that Harry had not tried to insult him. Harry does not have to be punished because he has a lot more sense than you, does it end with what appeared to be a hint of disdain in his voice.

- You were not asked your opinion, Miss I know everything, 'said Ron. No wonder you have no friends except for him there, he said, pointing a finger of scorn Neville blushed in anger. No one loves you here, you're a rotary cultivators arrogant! And besides, you fraternize with the enemy!

- Remove it immediately, 'said Neville, rising, and thereby reversing the cauldron that was before him, but he did not care. He pulled out his wand, and pointed towards Weasley, who had sat in his chair. Rogue happened then.

- 10 points Mr Longbottom Gryffindor and a zero for all three. You will join the Potters in selected next week.

- But Mr ... he tried to defend Harry, who quickly stopped in front of the menacing Professor of Potions.

- Potter I do not care, it does not threaten another student in my class, even if an idiot like Weasley, he said with contempt. All six, you can leave.

Six out of the class in silence and with sorrow, Harry saw Hermione from crying. He turned and faced her brother was smiling. Anger overwhelmed him, and without realizing it, he pointed his wand towards his brother.

- What are you going to do Harry, Ryan taunt him with a smile on his face arrogant. You never can beat me, it is three against two, and yet you are only amateurs. I defeated Voldemort me! he said as Ron and Seamus were positioned next to him, like bodyguards. Neville also took out his wand, and from the air on his face, he would not say no to a little fight.

Harry did not need to pray and launched without waiting for a locomotor mortis power to his brother who fell backward and threw a tarallentagra Petrificus followed by a total of Seamus, while Neville gave him a total Petrificus Ron. Harry and Neville exchanged a delighted smile, before running away. A few seconds after they disappeared, Draco Malfoy was leaving the class to look at the request of Rogue that produced what all that racket. With a smirk, he tried to see where the attackers had left, before entering the class whistling.

- Do you think we will get into trouble? Neville asked who was trying to catch his breath. Both had accrued to the entrance of the dungeons of Hogwarts, and this was a hike.

- Even if it does not matter, Harry replied with a grin. His confrontation with his little sister, allowing him to vent, had made a very foolish, and he thought that it might be again soon.

- Where do you think Hermione is gone? Neville asked, looking around him as if he hoped to see the young witch. On hearing that name, Harry frowned. His brother and his cronies were really full of degenerates.

- It is probably returned to his dormitory, he replied, trying to reassure his friend. We'll see tonight at the Halloween party.

But Hermione did not show the rest of the day, no more meals at Halloween. Neville came to see Harry so that he talked with Elisabeth in the lobby.

- It did not come over today, they whispered it. I heard Lavender and Parvati, the two daughters of the first year, he explained, saying she was crying in the girls' bathroom.

- We might pick her, suggested Harry, who always felt bad about what happened in the morning. If Hermione was in this state, it was because she had defended. It was a nice girl who did not deserve those comments.

Neville smiles, apparently he hoped this kind of reaction.

- Elizabeth You come with us? he asked, turning to the Ravenclaw, who casually shrugged his shoulders and followed the two boys.

They arrived quickly enough to the toilet for girls who were deserted. Except for firms which were from the stifled tears.

Neville walked toward the closet, and after some hesitation, knocked on the door.

- Hermione is we, uh, it's Neville, Harry and Elizabeth. We came looking for you.

- Go away, Hermione said between sniffles.

- Come Granger, you will not let you down by about a monkey going through puberty, Elizabeth intervened, approaching the door. Ryan is a severely retarded, he'll have to get used to if you want to survive the next seven years.

- Uh, Eli is not Ryan, it's Ron Weasley who attacked the Harry undeceived.

- Anyway, it said, shrugging his shoulders. 'If he is friends with him is that unfortunately for the world and the perpetuation of the human race must be built on the same model.

- Come on Hermione, you miss the Halloween party and it seems it is great and the food is excellent, tried Harry. In addition you must be hungry you have nothing to eat all day!

- That's your argument? Elizabeth asked in disbelief. You think about something other than food? Harry shrugged, but did not answer.

- You boys you really stomachs on legs! Elizabeth commented.

They heard a laugh in the toilet, and all simultaneously hoisted the same smile.

- Go get out Hermione, Neville begged.

It did so. She did not look good with her hair all tousled and his eyes red. But she smiled and reassured that the three young wizards.

- Sorry, she muttered, swaying on his feet. Elizabeth approached her and put an arm around her shoulders.

- Do not worry about that, you just suffer your vaccine Ryan Potter, it was painful, but now you're warned! Neville joked. The other two nodded in assent.

- Come on we will return to the main hall, proposed Neville, who led the march. Hermione nodded her head shyly, and all followed Neville out of the toilet.

So they turned to their left in a dark corridor, Elizabeth sniffed and stopped.

- You do not feel anything weird, she says, still wrinkled nose, as if looking for something.

Hermione and Neville did not head, but Harry also felt a strange odor.

- It looks like it comes from the opposite side, come let's see. And without giving them time to answer, he left behind.

The three witches followed him, but quickly regretted.

A stench suddenly struck them, a subtle mix of what looked like old socks and poorly maintained toilets. In the corridor they had just left stood a troll, very large, even Hagrid. His skin was gray and his body was covered with warts. Hermione gave a little cry before the show, but Harry barely heard him. He does not panic, unlike his friends, but he had his wand out and was ready to fight.

The troll looked at them and stopped to examine them with curiosity. Then, perhaps noticing that all four had their wands out and pointing at him, he became agitated and walked in their direction by venting menacing growls.

Harry as a child had spent many afternoons in the library of Potter or Black to devour all sorts of books, particularly those on the evil forces or the defense. He had learned all sorts of spells, and even if he had learned to throw, he had retained in anticipation of the day he could finally do magic.

And it seemed it was time to put what he learned into action.

- Reducto! he yelled toward the troll. To his surprise, the troll disintegrated before his eyes.

- What is happening here? Interrupted a voice that four students were familiar.

Hermione and Neville stood behind Harry, her mouth wide open, while Elizabeth had advanced close to him and had put his hand on his shoulder. It was she who answered the question of Professor Snape.

- We were going to the Halloween party when we met Professor a troll on the way, and Harry threw him a lot, which apparently exploded, she said in a very calm voice, as if it was perfectly normal for a first-year student success in destroying a mountain troll.

- What was that spell? asked the professor of potions in a threatening voice, while approaching the pile of ashes that was now the troll.

- Reducto, Harry said with a loud voice. He could hardly believe what had happened. Did he just kill a troll? He, Harry Potter! After all, it was perhaps not only the brother of the man who had defeated Voldemort. Could also be powerful. He went out quickly from these grim thoughts when he heard someone approach. Soon, Professor Dumbledore appeared.

- What does Severus? asked, his voice anxious. Good evening Mrs. Potter, Longbottom and Miss Granger and Black. Well then what have we here?

- It seems that Potter has managed to kill a troll mounts, Rogue said, turning to the director. Elisabeth remained alongside Harry and looked very calm, then Hermione had great incredulous eyes and mouth slightly open. Neville tried to keep him calm.

Dumbledore's gaze was fixed on Harry, and it suddenly felt very uncomfortable under the gaze of the piercing blue wizard. He felt that he was trying to search his soul.

- I see, 'said Dumbledore after a moment of silence that made everyone uncomfortable. I suggest that this incident does not hit the street, would you Mr. Potter? It looked like a query, but no one was fooled. It was an order, Dumbledore did not want the fact that Harry had killed a troll alone spread throughout the school.

- Why not? Elizabeth Black asked in a loud voice that surprised everyone. Harry has done nothing wrong, quite the contrary.

Faced with this replica sudden Dumbledore attempted a smile which disappeared quickly.

- I think it is in the interest of Harry not to seek to acquire a certain reputation which would do more harm than good, Dumbledore said slowly, but in a firm voice, looking around the four children .

Harry shivered under his gaze, he did not know why, but the old wizard had always been extremely uncomfortable. He had already met a few times as a child when he came to see Ryan. Never the headmaster of Hogwarts he had not paid any attention, as most adults really. But at home there was something different. Every time he laid his eyes on Harry, even if only very rarely was a look almost computer, Inquisitor.

- All right, he finally acquiesce without much regret. On second thought, no one would believe, or we think he was trying to boast to have also a little glory, like his brother.

Elizabeth pretended to want to contradict Harry, but it gave him a nudge, and the scowl, she left. The other children followed her.

- Dumbledore what does this mean? asked the professor of potions, dumbfounded. He did not understand why the director did not want it be known that Harry Potter had killed a troll. That did hurt anyone. More importantly, how a boy of eleven years had succeeded in destroying a troll this way? This kid was definitely surprising. He would have to revise the opinion he had of Harry Potter.

- I have my reasons Severus, Dumbledore said in a firm voice. Come, get a cup of tea in my office.

Meanwhile, the four children made their way in silence to the hall. Harry could see that Elizabeth was upset by what had happened, that Neville was still trying to assimilate, and Hermione, well, she looked worried.

Once they reached the entrance of the hall, it was the Gryffindor who broke the silence.

- Okay, where did you learn this spell Potter? she asked, crossing his arms over his chest. She had a determined look on his face, and Harry knew she did not give up.

- I learned it in a book on the defense against evil forces, he said in a voice evasive. He was not expecting this and he did not like the point of accusation that he felt in his voice.

- But that is not on the agenda of the first year, 'said Hermione.

- Well then, Harry got angry. Just because it's not in the program that you can not learn, you're much too Granger School!

Hermione's face hardens instantly, and Harry was angry with himself for being angry so quickly.

- I am hungry I go back to my dorm, so he said to his friends. Without giving them time to protest, he turned back and went towards the dungeons.

It took him a while to get there. The corridors were deserted because everyone was at the party. He finally arrived in the common room of Slytherin, which was deserted except for one person, sitting in an armchair green and silver near the fireplace. Harry wondered why Draco Malfoy was in the common room reading a book rather than in the large room having fun.

Harry nodded in the direction of Draco to greet him, and it stared at him. Uncomfortable, Harry quickened his pace to go up to her dormitory.

- Wait Potter, Draco finally said with a drawl. We need to talk.