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Chapter 3: Classes
Their souls bound together for all eternity, Harry's Harrem have been reincarnated. Can you guess who's who? Will they find each other. The first day of classes
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Chapter 3: Classes.
September 1, 2091
In had been the best dinner Harriet ever had. She was used to eating synthesized prepackaged dinners from the food dispensers and this was her first meal made from scratch. Harriet gorged herself until the Prefects stood up an announced:
"1st years! Follow us!"
Harriet saw that the same scene was being played out at the other tables. She, along with her housemates followed the Prefects until the painting of a librarian let them into the Ravenclaw common room. Harriet couldn't believe her eyes! She had never been in such an opulent room before. Everything was decorated in blue with bronze fixtures in the shape of a raven. There were couches and chairs that had bronze fold over tables attached to the arms so they could study in comfort. After being led into the Ravenclaw Common Room, The Prefects addressed the new 1st years.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw! I am your 5th year Prefect, Edward Kelly and this is Connie Crowley, your other 5th year Prefect. In a minute, we will show you to your cells. You will want to be sure to put all your books on the shelves as while we are in class tomorrow, the helpers will be storing the least read and least checked out books from the library in our rooms. This is in commemoration of the legendary Lost Library of Ravenclaw that disappeared centuries ago. Now if you'll wait here, we'll start escorting you to your cells."
Soon it was Harriet's turn to go to her cell.
"Come with me," said Connie as she led Harriet from the common room.
"Over here are the bathrooms," explained Connie as they walked down a hall with a gothic arched ceiling. "They are designed for single use occupancy. And here is your cell."
The door had no window on it and when Connie opened it, Harriet was relieved to see that it resembled a nun's cell more than a prisoner's cell. There was a single bed, and wardrobe in the small room with barely enough room to walk into. There were bookshelves covering the walls from floor to arched ceiling. Harriet released a breath that she didn't even know she was holding.
"This will be your home for the next year," said Connie. "Good night."
Harriet's trunk was on the bed. She opened it and began putting her clothes in the wardrobe. After that was taken care of, she began pulling her books out of her trunk and placing them on the bookshelves in easy reach of the bed so that she could study in bed. Once that last task was completed, Harriet admired her work.
(Omigod! I forgot to call my mom!) thought Harriet as she pulled out her cellpod. Even though she didn't remember doing it, the device was currently turned off. She pushed the 'on' button. Nothing happened.
(Maybe I'm just not getting a signal,) thought Harriet.
She set out, down the hall and down the stairs to the common room and then went out into the corridor.
Harriet continued to walk all over the castle, trying to get a signal but she couldn't even get her cellpod to activate. Finally, she hit upon the idea of going to the top of the Astronomy tower. Surely, she would be able to get a signal from the highest point in the castle. But it still would not work. Even from the summit of the Astronomy Tower she couldn't get her cellpod to turn on. Harriet dejectedly trudged down the stairs of the tower. She had just exited the stairwell when she heard a voice.
"What are you doing out after curfew?" asked a tall black-haired girl with emerald green eyes. She appeared to be in her late teens and had a Gryffindor patch on her robe with a badge over it that said: "Head Girl."
"I can't get my cellpod to work!" wined Harriet.
"Well of course you can't," said the Head Girl. "Muggle technology doesn't work here at Hogwarts."
"But you don't understand! I've got to call my mother! She doesn't know where I am!" wailed Harriet.
"You didn't tell her that you were going to Hogwarts?" asked the Head Girl.
"No. I thought if I told her after I was already here, she couldn't stop me from going!" said Harriet.
"Well there's nothing we can do about it tonight," said the Head Girl. "In the morning, at the muggleborn orientation, they will teach you how to use owls to c-mail muggles. In the meantime, I'll have to take a point from Ravenclaw and escort you back to your common room. You're not allowed to wander the halls after curfew. What's you name?"
"Harriet Powell."
"Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Jane Potter. Pleased to meet you. Now let's get you back to your common room."
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"I'm sure many of you are wondering how you can contact your relatives via e-mail," said Professor Pym. "In your orientation packets you will find an owl address where you can send letters that you want transcribed into e-mail. You will also find an e-mail address where you relatives can reach you. Any e-mails sent to that address, will be printed out and owled to you once a day so that you can receive them during breakfast. Now let us turn to the page in your packets that says, 'Wizarding Etiquette'."
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Dear Mom,
I'm okay. I've run away to a boarding school where I have a full scholarship. I AM getting an education and expect to be back on December 22nd for winter break.
Very Sorry,
Harriet
After Harriet had owled the e-mail to her mom, she showed up late for breakfast. She sat between April Ackerley and Dietre Skeeter and tried to wolf down her breakfast as Professor Paracelsus handed out their schedules.
"Let's see, we've got double potions with the Hufflepuffs followed by Transfiguration with the Gryffindors. Then lunch, followed by Flying with the Hufflepuffs and Herbalogy with the Slytherins," said April as she went over the schedule.
At least we don't have Charms today," said Dietre. "I've heard that Professor Steadfast really has it in for the other houses."
"How come?" asked Harriet.
"He thinks that Gryffindors are too reckless, Slytherins are too ruthless and we Ravenclaws have no moral compass," replied Dietre.
"Glad he's not Head of our house," said April. "We should get to class."
Grapping a last piece of toast to take with her, Harriet followed April and Dietre back to their cells to get their books and reported to the potions dungeon for class. April and Dietre took seats next to each other and soon after Harriet sat down, Red Foley, from Hufflepuff, came and sat next to her.
"Be my partner?" asked Red.
"Sure," said Harriet.
Harriet found that she rather enjoyed Professor Paracelsus' Potions class, and she and Red worked well together. They were the second ones to complete their potions after April and Dietre. Finally, the Head of Ravenclaw house dismissed them with a foot long homework essay and went to their next class.
"If you want to do well in life, you would be well advised to pay close attention to my class," said Professor Van Horne. "Transfiguration is one of the most powerful of the mystic arts. A properly transfigured object can even block a Killing Curse. So, before you begin dangerously waving your wands around, let's get some grounding in the theory behind transfiguration. Turn to page 11 in your books. You have before you the five principles of Transfiguration. Who can tell me the difference between transmutation and alteration? Miss Powell?"
"Alteration is small changes without changing to the basic properties of an object while transmutation is changing the whole into something else," said Harriet, glad that she had thought to read ahead before starting school.
"Correct. 5 points to Ravenclaw," said the Head of Slytherin House. "Now, who can tell me the difference between transmutation and metamorphosis? Mr. Skeeter?"
"The spelling?" asked Dietre.
"Incorrect. 5 points from Ravenclaw," said Professor Van Horne. "Miss Saud, perhaps you'd care to enlighten us."
"Transmutation is usually done to non-living things, but metamorphosis can only be done to living things," said Scheherazade.
"Correct. 5 points to Gryfindor," praised Professor Van Horne.
When the class was finally over, Red Foley was waiting out side for Harriet.
"Can I carry your books?" offered Red.
"Sure," said Harriet as she handed her book bag to the boy.
"So how do you like school so far?" asked Red.
"I love it!" gushed Harriet. "It's like living a dream!"
"Wait until you try flying after lunch," said Red.
"Have you flown before?" asked Harriet.
"Yeah, I've got a broom at home I've been practicing with," said Red. "I hope, in a few years, I'll be good enough to make the quidditch team."
"What's quidditch?" asked Harriet.
By the time they had gotten to the entrance of Ravenclaw tower, Red had thoroughly explained the sport to her. As he handed her books back to her, the portrait swung open and Glenda Gamp came strolling out.
"Oooo It's a Hufflepuff," sneered Glenda. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"No, he just a friend," replied Harriet.
"Harriet and Red
sitting in a tree
K I S S I N G" sang Glenda.
"You are SO immature," admonished Harriet.
"I'll wait for you so we can walk to lunch together," said Red.
"Ooo! He is your boyfriend!" teased Glenda.
"I'll be right back," said Harriet as she went to put her books in her room.
When she arrived at her room, she found that the shelves were now covered with books. There was barely enough empty space left to put her own books in.
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After lunch, Red came from the Hufflepuff table to join Harriet for the walk outside the castle for their first flying lesson.
When he saw whom their professor was, Red turned to Harriet and said:
"Wow! Do you know who she is?"
"Professor Diggory?" replied Harriet. "She took me shopping for my school supplies."
"She's Darla Diggory! She used to be on the Chudley Cannons before she retired," said Red. "I can't believe we're so lucky to have her as a teacher!"
"Settle down class!" admonished Professor Diggory as she began gently laying out brooms on the ground. "I'm, Professor Diggory and I will be your Flying instructor, as well as the quidditch referee. Now I want everyone to stand next to a broom hold out your hand and command UP!"
"UP! UP! UP!" the kids started shouting.
Harriet's rose into her hand on the first try. Red had to shout twice to get his broom up.
"Wow! Look at this!" exclaimed Red as he examined the broom. "This is a genuine Nimbus G.W.!"
"What's that?" asked Harriet.
"Only the best and most expensive broom in the world," said Red. "All the top quidditch players have one. They were made by a master broom maker for the Nimbus company up until about ten years ago. To this day, no one knows who this mysterious G.W. is."
"Yes, twelve years ago enough of them were donated to the school anonymously for all the quidditch teams to use," said Professor Diggory.
By now, Dietre had managed to get his broom to rise and April took advantage of the teacher's distraction to pick her broom up.
"Okay, now that you've all got your brooms in hand, lets try rising up about ten feet into the air," said Professor Diggory.
Immediately, two students, April Ackerley and Quincy Quirell shot into the air in opposite directions!
"HELP ME!" screamed Quincy as he kept on shooting upwards.
Professor Diggory took off after him.
April, on the other hand, was too frightened to scream. As she shot off in the opposite direction, Harriet realized that the Professor hadn't noticed her friend's plight. Finally, Harriet made a decision. She took off after April to try and rescue her.
"Wait for me!" yelled Dietre and Red as they tried to follow Harriet.
It quickly became apparent to Red that Dietre was not very comfortable on a broom. Red slowed to help him.
"No!"" shouted Dietre as he spotted April falling off her broom.
Harriet arced downward and matched April's speed as she drew along side of her.
"TAKE MY HAND!" yelled Harriet as she pulled April onto her broom behind her.
The girl put her arms around Harriet and hugged her tightly as Harriet managed to pull out of their dive just in the nick of time! They flew a foot above the ground as they went back to where the other kids were applauding.
After they landed, April jumped off the broom and kissed the ground.
"Young lady, I saw what you did!" said Professor Diggory. "You should try out for your house quidditch team in a few years. You're a natural. 50 points to Ravernclaw for saving a fellow student's life! And Skeeter and Foley, you two each take 25 points for making the attempt! Now let's try again."
"I don't wanna," said April Ackerley, in fright.
"Me neither," agreed Quincy Quirrel.
"Now children, I understand why you might be frightened," said Professor Diggory. "But that is precisely why you need to try again now, so you won't be afraid of flying for the rest of you life. Now class, everyone mount up and GENTLY kick off."
The next attempt was not so exciting and soon they were all flying around at low altitude. After Flying class was over, Red came over to Harriet and asked, "Would you like to get together and study in the library after class?"
"I think that's a great idea!" said April. "We could have our own little study group."
"Sounds good to me," said Harriet. "Meet you there after class?"
"Sounds good to me," said Red.
Their next class was Herbalogy with the Slytherins. There was a section of the greenhouse that had desks and a blackboard. As soon as Harriet and her classmates had sat down, Mark Malfoy can strolling in and sat next to April.
"Hey, how'd you like to be my partner?" said Mark Malfoy, with a smile on his face.
"Get lost, Malfoy!" snarled Dietre.
"Hey! Sorry," apologized Mark Malfoy. "I didn't mean to be horning in on your girlfriend.
"She's not my-" began Dietre.
"How about you?" Mark asked Harriet.
"Sure," said Harriet.
The Head of Gryfindor House, Professor Neville Longbottom was an elderly wizard. He had a long white beard and had his long white hair in two braids that hung down either side of his face. Someone from a century before would have observed that he looked like Willie Nelson with a ZZ Top beard.
As Professor Longbottom was giving his lecture on the different kinds of soil, he suddenly interrupted the lesson.
"Miss Powell, what is that in your hand," asked Professor Longbottom.
"A ball point pen sir," replied Harriet.
"We do not take notes with muggle ball point pens here at Hogwarts," said Professor Longbottom. "Didn't you read the list of prohibited item posted in your common room?"
"I haven't had time yet, sir," replied Harriet.
"Well now you'll have even less time," said Professor Longbottom. "Detention, Saturday after breakfast."
"Yes, sir," said Harriet dejectedly.
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The rest of the week went by pretty smoothly. A regular study group had formed consisting of Harriet Powell, Red Foley, April Ackerley and Dietre Skeeter. They met every afternoon after class in the library until dinner and they studied separately in their rooms in the evening.
Finally, Saturday arrived and Harriet reported to the greenhouse for detention. When she arrived, she found the Professor as already waiting for her. She could see that several older students were working on various projects in the greenhouse.
"Please sit down Miss Powell," said Professor Longbottom. "Let me be frank with you. I can sometimes immediately tell when one of my students has a green thumb and is in particularly gifted in my subject. When I see this potential in a student, instead of deducting house points as punishments, I, instead, give them detention, so that I can offer them extra instructions in Herbalogy."
"So you gave me detention for being a good student?" asked Harriet.
"No, I'm punishing you for breaking the rules," said Professor Longbottom. "But because of your talent, I've decided that the form of your punishment shall take is to give you extra lessons in the green house."
Later, as Harriet was helping Professor Longbottom move loads of fertilizer Harriet asked.
"Professor, is there a Mrs. Longbottom?"
"No, I never married," replied Professor Longbottom.
"How come? Is it forbidden to Proffessors?" asked Harriet.
"Merlin no!" laughed Professor Longbottom. "No, I just never found the right Witch. Though, there was one, Rose Potter was her name. You remind me a little of her. I loved her from the day I first met her. But in the end, she married someone else."
"How sad," mused Harriet.
"Yes, isn't it?" said Professor Longbottom. "Well, let's get back to work."
Chapter 3: Classes.
September 1, 2091
In had been the best dinner Harriet ever had. She was used to eating synthesized prepackaged dinners from the food dispensers and this was her first meal made from scratch. Harriet gorged herself until the Prefects stood up an announced:
"1st years! Follow us!"
Harriet saw that the same scene was being played out at the other tables. She, along with her housemates followed the Prefects until the painting of a librarian let them into the Ravenclaw common room. Harriet couldn't believe her eyes! She had never been in such an opulent room before. Everything was decorated in blue with bronze fixtures in the shape of a raven. There were couches and chairs that had bronze fold over tables attached to the arms so they could study in comfort. After being led into the Ravenclaw Common Room, The Prefects addressed the new 1st years.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw! I am your 5th year Prefect, Edward Kelly and this is Connie Crowley, your other 5th year Prefect. In a minute, we will show you to your cells. You will want to be sure to put all your books on the shelves as while we are in class tomorrow, the helpers will be storing the least read and least checked out books from the library in our rooms. This is in commemoration of the legendary Lost Library of Ravenclaw that disappeared centuries ago. Now if you'll wait here, we'll start escorting you to your cells."
Soon it was Harriet's turn to go to her cell.
"Come with me," said Connie as she led Harriet from the common room.
"Over here are the bathrooms," explained Connie as they walked down a hall with a gothic arched ceiling. "They are designed for single use occupancy. And here is your cell."
The door had no window on it and when Connie opened it, Harriet was relieved to see that it resembled a nun's cell more than a prisoner's cell. There was a single bed, and wardrobe in the small room with barely enough room to walk into. There were bookshelves covering the walls from floor to arched ceiling. Harriet released a breath that she didn't even know she was holding.
"This will be your home for the next year," said Connie. "Good night."
Harriet's trunk was on the bed. She opened it and began putting her clothes in the wardrobe. After that was taken care of, she began pulling her books out of her trunk and placing them on the bookshelves in easy reach of the bed so that she could study in bed. Once that last task was completed, Harriet admired her work.
(Omigod! I forgot to call my mom!) thought Harriet as she pulled out her cellpod. Even though she didn't remember doing it, the device was currently turned off. She pushed the 'on' button. Nothing happened.
(Maybe I'm just not getting a signal,) thought Harriet.
She set out, down the hall and down the stairs to the common room and then went out into the corridor.
Harriet continued to walk all over the castle, trying to get a signal but she couldn't even get her cellpod to activate. Finally, she hit upon the idea of going to the top of the Astronomy tower. Surely, she would be able to get a signal from the highest point in the castle. But it still would not work. Even from the summit of the Astronomy Tower she couldn't get her cellpod to turn on. Harriet dejectedly trudged down the stairs of the tower. She had just exited the stairwell when she heard a voice.
"What are you doing out after curfew?" asked a tall black-haired girl with emerald green eyes. She appeared to be in her late teens and had a Gryffindor patch on her robe with a badge over it that said: "Head Girl."
"I can't get my cellpod to work!" wined Harriet.
"Well of course you can't," said the Head Girl. "Muggle technology doesn't work here at Hogwarts."
"But you don't understand! I've got to call my mother! She doesn't know where I am!" wailed Harriet.
"You didn't tell her that you were going to Hogwarts?" asked the Head Girl.
"No. I thought if I told her after I was already here, she couldn't stop me from going!" said Harriet.
"Well there's nothing we can do about it tonight," said the Head Girl. "In the morning, at the muggleborn orientation, they will teach you how to use owls to c-mail muggles. In the meantime, I'll have to take a point from Ravenclaw and escort you back to your common room. You're not allowed to wander the halls after curfew. What's you name?"
"Harriet Powell."
"Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Jane Potter. Pleased to meet you. Now let's get you back to your common room."
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"I'm sure many of you are wondering how you can contact your relatives via e-mail," said Professor Pym. "In your orientation packets you will find an owl address where you can send letters that you want transcribed into e-mail. You will also find an e-mail address where you relatives can reach you. Any e-mails sent to that address, will be printed out and owled to you once a day so that you can receive them during breakfast. Now let us turn to the page in your packets that says, 'Wizarding Etiquette'."
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Dear Mom,
I'm okay. I've run away to a boarding school where I have a full scholarship. I AM getting an education and expect to be back on December 22nd for winter break.
Very Sorry,
Harriet
After Harriet had owled the e-mail to her mom, she showed up late for breakfast. She sat between April Ackerley and Dietre Skeeter and tried to wolf down her breakfast as Professor Paracelsus handed out their schedules.
"Let's see, we've got double potions with the Hufflepuffs followed by Transfiguration with the Gryffindors. Then lunch, followed by Flying with the Hufflepuffs and Herbalogy with the Slytherins," said April as she went over the schedule.
At least we don't have Charms today," said Dietre. "I've heard that Professor Steadfast really has it in for the other houses."
"How come?" asked Harriet.
"He thinks that Gryffindors are too reckless, Slytherins are too ruthless and we Ravenclaws have no moral compass," replied Dietre.
"Glad he's not Head of our house," said April. "We should get to class."
Grapping a last piece of toast to take with her, Harriet followed April and Dietre back to their cells to get their books and reported to the potions dungeon for class. April and Dietre took seats next to each other and soon after Harriet sat down, Red Foley, from Hufflepuff, came and sat next to her.
"Be my partner?" asked Red.
"Sure," said Harriet.
Harriet found that she rather enjoyed Professor Paracelsus' Potions class, and she and Red worked well together. They were the second ones to complete their potions after April and Dietre. Finally, the Head of Ravenclaw house dismissed them with a foot long homework essay and went to their next class.
"If you want to do well in life, you would be well advised to pay close attention to my class," said Professor Van Horne. "Transfiguration is one of the most powerful of the mystic arts. A properly transfigured object can even block a Killing Curse. So, before you begin dangerously waving your wands around, let's get some grounding in the theory behind transfiguration. Turn to page 11 in your books. You have before you the five principles of Transfiguration. Who can tell me the difference between transmutation and alteration? Miss Powell?"
"Alteration is small changes without changing to the basic properties of an object while transmutation is changing the whole into something else," said Harriet, glad that she had thought to read ahead before starting school.
"Correct. 5 points to Ravenclaw," said the Head of Slytherin House. "Now, who can tell me the difference between transmutation and metamorphosis? Mr. Skeeter?"
"The spelling?" asked Dietre.
"Incorrect. 5 points from Ravenclaw," said Professor Van Horne. "Miss Saud, perhaps you'd care to enlighten us."
"Transmutation is usually done to non-living things, but metamorphosis can only be done to living things," said Scheherazade.
"Correct. 5 points to Gryfindor," praised Professor Van Horne.
When the class was finally over, Red Foley was waiting out side for Harriet.
"Can I carry your books?" offered Red.
"Sure," said Harriet as she handed her book bag to the boy.
"So how do you like school so far?" asked Red.
"I love it!" gushed Harriet. "It's like living a dream!"
"Wait until you try flying after lunch," said Red.
"Have you flown before?" asked Harriet.
"Yeah, I've got a broom at home I've been practicing with," said Red. "I hope, in a few years, I'll be good enough to make the quidditch team."
"What's quidditch?" asked Harriet.
By the time they had gotten to the entrance of Ravenclaw tower, Red had thoroughly explained the sport to her. As he handed her books back to her, the portrait swung open and Glenda Gamp came strolling out.
"Oooo It's a Hufflepuff," sneered Glenda. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"No, he just a friend," replied Harriet.
"Harriet and Red
sitting in a tree
K I S S I N G" sang Glenda.
"You are SO immature," admonished Harriet.
"I'll wait for you so we can walk to lunch together," said Red.
"Ooo! He is your boyfriend!" teased Glenda.
"I'll be right back," said Harriet as she went to put her books in her room.
When she arrived at her room, she found that the shelves were now covered with books. There was barely enough empty space left to put her own books in.
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After lunch, Red came from the Hufflepuff table to join Harriet for the walk outside the castle for their first flying lesson.
When he saw whom their professor was, Red turned to Harriet and said:
"Wow! Do you know who she is?"
"Professor Diggory?" replied Harriet. "She took me shopping for my school supplies."
"She's Darla Diggory! She used to be on the Chudley Cannons before she retired," said Red. "I can't believe we're so lucky to have her as a teacher!"
"Settle down class!" admonished Professor Diggory as she began gently laying out brooms on the ground. "I'm, Professor Diggory and I will be your Flying instructor, as well as the quidditch referee. Now I want everyone to stand next to a broom hold out your hand and command UP!"
"UP! UP! UP!" the kids started shouting.
Harriet's rose into her hand on the first try. Red had to shout twice to get his broom up.
"Wow! Look at this!" exclaimed Red as he examined the broom. "This is a genuine Nimbus G.W.!"
"What's that?" asked Harriet.
"Only the best and most expensive broom in the world," said Red. "All the top quidditch players have one. They were made by a master broom maker for the Nimbus company up until about ten years ago. To this day, no one knows who this mysterious G.W. is."
"Yes, twelve years ago enough of them were donated to the school anonymously for all the quidditch teams to use," said Professor Diggory.
By now, Dietre had managed to get his broom to rise and April took advantage of the teacher's distraction to pick her broom up.
"Okay, now that you've all got your brooms in hand, lets try rising up about ten feet into the air," said Professor Diggory.
Immediately, two students, April Ackerley and Quincy Quirell shot into the air in opposite directions!
"HELP ME!" screamed Quincy as he kept on shooting upwards.
Professor Diggory took off after him.
April, on the other hand, was too frightened to scream. As she shot off in the opposite direction, Harriet realized that the Professor hadn't noticed her friend's plight. Finally, Harriet made a decision. She took off after April to try and rescue her.
"Wait for me!" yelled Dietre and Red as they tried to follow Harriet.
It quickly became apparent to Red that Dietre was not very comfortable on a broom. Red slowed to help him.
"No!"" shouted Dietre as he spotted April falling off her broom.
Harriet arced downward and matched April's speed as she drew along side of her.
"TAKE MY HAND!" yelled Harriet as she pulled April onto her broom behind her.
The girl put her arms around Harriet and hugged her tightly as Harriet managed to pull out of their dive just in the nick of time! They flew a foot above the ground as they went back to where the other kids were applauding.
After they landed, April jumped off the broom and kissed the ground.
"Young lady, I saw what you did!" said Professor Diggory. "You should try out for your house quidditch team in a few years. You're a natural. 50 points to Ravernclaw for saving a fellow student's life! And Skeeter and Foley, you two each take 25 points for making the attempt! Now let's try again."
"I don't wanna," said April Ackerley, in fright.
"Me neither," agreed Quincy Quirrel.
"Now children, I understand why you might be frightened," said Professor Diggory. "But that is precisely why you need to try again now, so you won't be afraid of flying for the rest of you life. Now class, everyone mount up and GENTLY kick off."
The next attempt was not so exciting and soon they were all flying around at low altitude. After Flying class was over, Red came over to Harriet and asked, "Would you like to get together and study in the library after class?"
"I think that's a great idea!" said April. "We could have our own little study group."
"Sounds good to me," said Harriet. "Meet you there after class?"
"Sounds good to me," said Red.
Their next class was Herbalogy with the Slytherins. There was a section of the greenhouse that had desks and a blackboard. As soon as Harriet and her classmates had sat down, Mark Malfoy can strolling in and sat next to April.
"Hey, how'd you like to be my partner?" said Mark Malfoy, with a smile on his face.
"Get lost, Malfoy!" snarled Dietre.
"Hey! Sorry," apologized Mark Malfoy. "I didn't mean to be horning in on your girlfriend.
"She's not my-" began Dietre.
"How about you?" Mark asked Harriet.
"Sure," said Harriet.
The Head of Gryfindor House, Professor Neville Longbottom was an elderly wizard. He had a long white beard and had his long white hair in two braids that hung down either side of his face. Someone from a century before would have observed that he looked like Willie Nelson with a ZZ Top beard.
As Professor Longbottom was giving his lecture on the different kinds of soil, he suddenly interrupted the lesson.
"Miss Powell, what is that in your hand," asked Professor Longbottom.
"A ball point pen sir," replied Harriet.
"We do not take notes with muggle ball point pens here at Hogwarts," said Professor Longbottom. "Didn't you read the list of prohibited item posted in your common room?"
"I haven't had time yet, sir," replied Harriet.
"Well now you'll have even less time," said Professor Longbottom. "Detention, Saturday after breakfast."
"Yes, sir," said Harriet dejectedly.
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The rest of the week went by pretty smoothly. A regular study group had formed consisting of Harriet Powell, Red Foley, April Ackerley and Dietre Skeeter. They met every afternoon after class in the library until dinner and they studied separately in their rooms in the evening.
Finally, Saturday arrived and Harriet reported to the greenhouse for detention. When she arrived, she found the Professor as already waiting for her. She could see that several older students were working on various projects in the greenhouse.
"Please sit down Miss Powell," said Professor Longbottom. "Let me be frank with you. I can sometimes immediately tell when one of my students has a green thumb and is in particularly gifted in my subject. When I see this potential in a student, instead of deducting house points as punishments, I, instead, give them detention, so that I can offer them extra instructions in Herbalogy."
"So you gave me detention for being a good student?" asked Harriet.
"No, I'm punishing you for breaking the rules," said Professor Longbottom. "But because of your talent, I've decided that the form of your punishment shall take is to give you extra lessons in the green house."
Later, as Harriet was helping Professor Longbottom move loads of fertilizer Harriet asked.
"Professor, is there a Mrs. Longbottom?"
"No, I never married," replied Professor Longbottom.
"How come? Is it forbidden to Proffessors?" asked Harriet.
"Merlin no!" laughed Professor Longbottom. "No, I just never found the right Witch. Though, there was one, Rose Potter was her name. You remind me a little of her. I loved her from the day I first met her. But in the end, she married someone else."
"How sad," mused Harriet.
"Yes, isn't it?" said Professor Longbottom. "Well, let's get back to work."
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