Harry's first week of school went by similar to how he remembered it. Pretty much everything was the same. His classes were all in the same places with the exact same teachers as before. At points it was still very weird for Harry to see things whole and people who he had seen die alive again and moving around as if nothing had happened. Nothing had happened to them of course and nothing would if he had any say about it which he did. By the end of the week he had mostly gotten used to this feeling however.
Something else different was that he decided to befriend the Weasley twins. He never knew when he might need a distraction and the Weasley twins were very good for that. Not to mention that he would like the marauders map back some point, and they were very fun people to have around.
He also realized that he had to wait to get the diadem. Though he had his goblin made dagger, it had not been infused with basilisk venom. Therefore it would not be able to destroy the diadem. He would have to go and see about the basilisk this weekend. Other than these things most of the week was much the same as it had been in his memories.
His first class was charms. As had happened Harry's first time, when Professor Flitwick got to his name he again fell off his large stack of books, much the laughter of everybody but Harry who helped the professor back up onto his books. Professor Flitwick was most grateful.
History of magic was also still the most boring class there was according to all of the students. Professor Binns went on and on about the most boring things in a boring way. He still did not seem to even notice that he had a class. Harry had thought ahead however. He had got dicta Quill.
So as soon as he got to class he tapped it with his wand. It then started to take down everything Professor Binns was saying. When Hermione asked in a bare whisper where he had gotten it and why, he told her he had heard that Professor Binns was boring and spent every class lecturing. He therefore bought that dicta quill from the parchment shop in Diagon Alley when he got his school supplies. Hermione thought it was a brilliant idea that not only could a quill could take much neater and faster notes than she ever could on her own but that it took more complete notes. She then informed Harry that she had decided to get her own.
Then she asked if until then she could borrow his notes. He replied in the affirmative and offered the same to Neville who shyly accepted. They then proceeded to play tic-tac-toe and hangman on spare bits of parchment for the rest of the class. Even Hermione did it reluctantly. Here he convinced her that she did not need to pay so much attention because the dicta quill would take down every word the professor said as he said it.
Astronomy was the same as always as well. They went up to the tallest tower and observed the night sky that Wednesday night. They noted stars and planets and constellations down on parchment. Then they went to bed tired, and were still exhausted the next morning.
Defense against the dark arts was actually worse for Harry this time around. This time he knew exactly why the classroom smelled as it did. He despised having to sit in the same classroom Quirrel and Voldemort were in. Not to mention the fact that Quirrel had never taught them anything. It was the same this time. He, Hermione, and Neville sat in the back of the room, as far away from Quirrel as possible. Hermione didn't protest after she smelled the garlic. She didn't want to be near the main source of that stink. The whole classroom stunk of it, but it was worse closer you were to Quirrel.
Professor McGonagall was the same as she always was. When they arrived she had a stern look on her face. She then said, “Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.” Harry knew she meant it too. After she turned her desk into a pig and back again everyone was impressed until she told them they wouldn't be doing that for a while. Then they groaned and were given another stern look. She then gave them all a match and told them how to turn it into a needle.
Harry had thought long and hard about how much of his knowledge to show. He decided that he would be an above average student, but would not get everything the first time he tried. He didn't want to look too suspicious after all. Especially because he was a Hufflepuff. Hufflepuffs were not top of their class, though he knew he wouldn't be far behind the top spot.
Therefore, in his first Transfiguration class he did not transform his match into a needle immediately. He waited until after Hermione had gotten hers all Silver and pointy. He then proceeded to get his to that point as well. Professor McGonagall gave them both five points.
Herbology was the same as well. It was a breeze for Harry. Even though Harry knew everything that was covered and had dealt with much worse plants in his first life, heat decided to do something that would help Neville's confidence. He asked Neville if he would be willing to help him with his Herbology work. Neville was surprised to say the least, but he agreed. Harry made a note to convince Neville that it was his wand that was the problem not him as soon as possible.
The main difference in his classes was that instead of sitting beside Ron as he had his first week the first time, he sat between Neville and Hermione. Ron always sat not too far away. After that first confrontation he never confronted Hermione again. However, they could on occasion see him glancing towards them as if he was telling Seamus and Dean something about them. Also, Draco was forever giving them weird looks, but he too never confronted them again. It seemed as if he was following a wait and see policy which was weird for him, but a good thing.
He also spent more time in the library. He, Hermione, and Neville would go there to do their homework after classes were through. They got as much done as they could so they could spend their evenings doing whatever they wanted. For Harry and Hermione, they both read books. They would also discuss what they read. They would bring Neville in and ask his opinion on occasion as well which surprised the boy to no end. They were all very sad when curfew came and they had to separate.
Harry's dorm mates weren't too bad either. Ernie was just as pompous as Harry remembered him, but wasn't too bad once he got to know him better. Justin was very smart. Harry could see how he was accepted into Eton. It was still weird for Harry to go down to the Hufflepuff common room near the kitchens rather than up to Gryffindor Tower, and still found himself wandering that way on occasion. Luckily, he caught himself before anyone noticed and wondered how he knew where the entrance to the Gryffindor common room was and why he going there.
Finally Friday arrived. It was again similar to how Harry remembered it. Today the three of them were sitting at the Gryffindor table. As they were eating, Hedwig flew down and landed next Harry's bacon. He gave her a few pieces and absent mindedly scratched her head as as he read a familiar untidy scrawl:
My name is Hagrid. I am the keeper of the keys and groundskeeper here at Hogwarts. I was the one that led you first years across the lake. I knew your parents. I would be happy to tell you about them and to hear more about yourself. Would like you could come today and have a cup of tea with me around three? You can send your reply with this fine bird.(Is she yours? She offered to carry this letter for me when I asked for an owl who would like to send a letter to you.)
Harry thought for a moment. He would like to see Hagrid again. Also Hagrid might get Norberta again. He knew that if he didn't help Hagrid then he would get in trouble in that case. He didn't want that. Maybe after the war was over he could even get Hagrid cleared of the charges for opening the chamber of secrets the first time it was opened. That cemented his decision. He replied:
Dear Mr. Hagrid,
I would be happy to meet you. Three today sounds good. I will see you then.
P.s. Yes this is my owl. Her name is Hedwig.
He then sent it off with Hedwig. When Neville and Hermione asked who sent him a note, he told them about Hagrid. He then asked if they would like to go with him. They agreed that they would go with him. Harry then checked the time. He realized there was about 20 minutes till potions class began. He decided to go to talk to Snape before class. He made his excuses to Neville and Hermione, telling them that wanted to ask Professor Snape something. They reluctantly ( especially Hermione) let him go. He then proceeded down to the dungeon.
He walked into the classroom. When he entered, Professor Snape was shuffling through some papers on his desk.
“Professor Snape sir” stated Harry as if he was hesitantly nervous.
“Potter.” Snarled Snape.
Walking up to Snape's desk as Snape sneered at him, Harry asked, “Prof. I was wondering if I could ask you a question about my mother?”
“Why would you think I would know anything about your mother Potter?” Sneered Snape
“Well,” began Harry, looking at the floor “I never knew anything about her growing up. My aunt Petunia hates her and would never tell me anything whenever I asked. So I was so glad when I found a journal of hers after I ran away. She talks all about you in it. About how you grew up near each other. About how you were best friends even though she was muggleborn. About how you told her all about the wizarding world. So I I just thought that you would be able to tell me about her. I've never even seen a picture of her professor. I mean people have told me I've got her eyes, but that's all I know about how she looked like. Did she have blonde hair like my aunt Petunia? What were her likes and dislikes. I know I have her journal but I would really like to hear more about her from someone who knew her personally you know?” Said Harry as he looked up.
Snape was looking at him with what looked like a bit of shock. That lasted for all of the moment before he schooled his features once again. He then said at almost a shout, “Blonde hair! Blonde hair! Lily Evans never had blonde hair. She had the reddish hair I had ever seen. She would never have blonde hair. She was very proud of her looks.”
“Really Professor?” Asked Harry
“Yes Potter.” Sneered Snape slightly.
“She sounds pretty.” Side Harry. “What were her favorite subjects? Did she like potions like you obviously do? I think potions sounds cool. You could do anything with potions and they sound so much more subtle and harder to detect and block then charm are or any other sort of spell.”
“Yes Potter she liked potions. She liked charms as well.” Snape said rather reluctantly.
“Cool professor. I am really looking forward to your class.” Said Harry just as the bell rang
“Now get your seat partner before I take points.” Said Snape.
“Yes Professor” Said Harry as he sat down near the front of class.
The rest class trickled in. Ron, Seamus, and Dean were the last ones in, and they sat down in the very back just before the bell rang. Snape went through role just as he had Harry's first time through. This time however he did not stop at Harry's name. He just sneered at it as he said it.
He then went into his speech: “You are here to learn the sub tile science and exact art of potion making. As there is little foolish wand waving here, many of you were hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with it shimmering fumes, the delicate power of the 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.”
Despite Harry knowing that it was probably still coming, he still was a little surprised as Snape said, “Potter! What what I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”
After taking a moment to think about it, and remembering back to his original first potions class he answered, “The Draught of Living Death Sir.”
Snape looked mildly surprised he then went on to ask, “Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?”
A moment later Harry answered, “In the stomach of a goat Sir.”
Snape then asked the third and final question, “What is the difference, Potter, between the monkshood and wolfsbane?”
“There is no difference sir. They are the same plant.” Answered Harry.
After a moment of stunned silence in which Snape was obviously reluctantly impressed, Snape said, “Well? Why aren't you all copying it down?” There was a rummaging of quills and parchment.
They were soon set to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. Snape swept around the room criticizing pretty much everyone. The pleasant surprise was that he stayed away from Harry though he kept giving him dark locks. Malfoy was also sending him dark looks which he ignored.
Luckily he was able to stop Neville from adding in the porcupine quill at the wrong time, so Neville's cauldron did not blow up. Neville's potion actually came out looking not too bad though far from perfect. Hermione's potion was of course near-perfect, and his potion didn't look too bad either. He would never be the greatest potion's maker in the world but he would never be a terrible one either.
The three of them rather proudly put a sample of their potions into phials and took them up to put them upon Snape's desk. He barely glanced at them. They then walked out the door and went to lunch. Harry was rather happy with what he had accomplished and hoped he could make more strides with Snape in the future.