Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Harry had no wish to die to his own hubris.

Alas, Samhain was approaching, and Harry and the rest of the Slytherin first years were obviously nervous, and truthfully, so was Harry. The ritual weighed a great deal on his mind, especially in regard to the unpredictability of crests' activations in general. No two people ever said the same thing about how it felt.

Currently, Harry was trying to analyze a generalized auditory illusion spell, which was a fancy word for a noise spell. Although he liked auditory illusion spells better – even if musicians often used it to compose songs. Still, it was far more complicated than the light illusion spell since it was very difficult to master. It couldn't even muffle noise in any way, only create noise, not manipulate it. Perhaps analyzing a silencing charm and integrating it into the spell could help create a new spell? It was way out of his league for now, but Harry could see the potential of such a combination.

Harry started writing small arithmetic calculations to see the viability of this theory. He was so focused on his calculations that he hadn't noticed a bushy haired Gryffindor sneak a peek at his work. "What are you doing?" the girl asked.

The last Potter stiffened and shot up, "Granger, it's nice to see you."

The girl gave him an intense look, "What are you doing?"

Harry pretended to be unconcerned, "Learning magic, of course."

The glare that the girl had given him was as threatening as a small kitten, still, Harry started to fear that the girl would have a stroke or something and so he snorted, "I'm trying to learn a sound making spell that I found."

The Gryffindor tilted her head, "But what were you scribbling about?"

"Just the arithmetic formula of the spell. I found it in the book and wanted to study it…"

"You know arithmancy?" the girl shrieked.

Harry shushed her, "We're in the library, Granger, keep your voice down. Do you want Madam Pince to ban us for life?"

The Slytherin had to stifle a chuckle when he saw the horrified look on her face. The girl hit him on the shoulder and whispered, "You know arithmancy?"

"I was bored before Hogwarts, so I taught myself advanced mathematics just to pass the time. With that as a base, it didn't take me long to get a feel for the basics of Arithmancy and how it worked. I'm still a beginner but it's very interesting. Whenever I learn a new spell, I write down its formula and try to understand it. It doesn't work most of the time, but after a while, you start to notice patterns which helps during casting."

The girl gave Harry an odd look, "Do you think you could teach me?"

Huh, teaching was always a passion of Harry's in his past life. He enjoyed his job immensely, and there was this sense of satisfaction at the thought of helping someone build a passion for his subject. Hermione Granger was an ideal student; she was hungry for knowledge and wouldn't mind working hard for it. If she was taught how to be more selective with her learning, she could grow into a formidable witch. Honestly, if Harry was older, he wouldn't mind tutoring her, but he wasn't and he barely scratched the surface of the potential of magic, and he knew it.

"I don't think I know enough to teach you, to be honest. We've only been there for less than two months; I don't have a good enough grounding in magic to teach anyone anything," Harry replied, "But there's no reason for me to not answer any question you might have, or help you with a topic you're researching."

The girl looked downcast but brightened at his offer. She leapt and enveloped him into a hug, "Thank you, thank you."

The girl then quickly released Harry and blushed in embarrassment as if realizing what she had just done. Harry couldn't stifle his amusement anymore and snickered at her behaviour.

The girl sent a glare without any heat in it, "Git!"

Harry continued snickering and was joined later by Hermione as well. After a minute, they both calmed down, but Harry noticed that Hermione was still melancholic, "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Be as smart as you are, and still have friends?" the girl elaborated.

Harry hummed in thought, "I don't know. I never had a friend before here. They just felt boring, if you know what I mean. It was like their priorities didn't make sense. I've never been the best with people, and I expected nothing better when I came here. Then Blaise sat in my compartment, and we were sorted in the same house. We just stuck together, and then Tracy and Daphne joined us. I didn't plan it. And I still don't really understand how we became friends, but I'm not complaining about it."

"Do you think I'll ever have a friend?" the girl asked with a vulnerable tone.

"I don't see why not. You're smart, funny, and a little bit of a stickler for the rules, but it's nothing horrifying. Although, you might scare people by how much you keep correcting them. It makes you look a bit condescending, but I honestly don't care." Harry replied.

The Gryffindor seemed to get herself ready for something before she steeled herself and spoke up, "Would you be my friend?"

Harry really should refuse. If any Slytherin ever realized about him being friends with a Muggleborn Gryffindor, then he would be in big trouble. For all the surprising lack of bigotry in the common room, Muggleborns weren't looked at favourably by Slytherins in general. It would practically destroy any standing he might have with his peers or even when he starts playing house politics when he's older.

Still, Harry couldn't bear to destroy the sheer hope shining brightly in the girl's eyes, "Alright, Granger. I guess we're friends now."

The girl had small tears in her eyes and a small yet blinding smile on her face, "Thank you so much."

After she enveloped him with another hug, they looked at each other for a few minutes awkwardly. Harry just sighed, "I wasn't lying when I said I was horrible at this."

The girl snorted, "Yeah, we both are. Have you started to transfiguration assignment yet? There's something that's still troubling me…"

The conversation flowed from there. And hours later, when Harry went to bed, he thought of the bushy-haired girl with fondness and realized that he had fun just talking with her about magic and their classes. What an odd turn of events.

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