(Connor POV)
After my last school year with Harry, I realized how much of an unlucky man he is. He fought an evil wizard, and somehow won, at the age of like 1, then came to this and almost immediately fought an ogre, then fought the prior evil wizard again except he was only a head.
Jacob and I decided to keep our distance, we don't want to end up flattened by some wizard giant. Or whatever Harry's bad luck sends our way.
After distancing ourselves from him, our life became much quieter. We would occasionally hear rumors and gossip pertaining him, but I don't care.
I did hear though that towards the beginning of our second year (now) a shit ton of fairy pixie fuckers escaped and he fought some. Good on him, I also think he had something to do with them escaping, but that isn't my place to say.
Another interesting thing that happened was that I joined the dueling club. I need magic fighting experience, and dueling seems like the best bet. There wasn't a club called "fight till everyone is dead club" so I tried this one.
(Time skip to December)
I entered into the crowded great hall. In the center of the room which everyone was crowded around was a raised rectangular platform. Standing on it was the potions teacher Snape, and the defense against the dark arts teacher Lockhart.
They did a quick demonstration of disarming wands in people's hand which Lockhart promptly lost. Lockhart quickly gets up and starts breaking the students off into pairs.
I get paired with some Slytherin child. He couldn't have been more than a second year, ironically so was I but I could blow this kid over with a fart. He was a good damn twig, do wizards not care about physical training. Anyways the teacher signaled us to begin fighting with a flick of his wand.
This poor kid raised his wand up and started flicking and chanting as I ran full speed at him with my gun raised over my head. Before he could cast anything the butt of my gun collided with his forehead and he collapsed unconscious.
"That was easy," I said to no one in particular as I walked back to the raised platform. The other students gave me weird looks, but sense the teachers aren't saying anything they kept quiet.
Soon the last pair finished and I left the hall cause I needed to take a shit. I left to the teachers asking for volunteers, glad I left on before that. Volunteering is never good, it's either embarrassing or in this a giant ass nerd. No one volunteers except needs when teachers ask for volunteers.
As I got back to the great hall I saw a everyone leaving, so I spun on my heels and made my way back to the Gryffindor area.
Later on in the week I was walking down a corridor out for my daily run when I found a statue of a kid. Never seen it before, but I just continued on running because the weird art tastes of wizards isn't for me to say anything.
Until Christmas, that was when Harry decided to spill his guts to me. I have no idea why nor did I care but he did give me supposedly useful information on Voldemort. I don't think he had many friends cause he's talking to a 19 year old while crying about the so many awful things that happened in his life. Puberty really hit this kid hard.
He also told me he could speak parseltounge, no clue what that is but I just nodded in understanding.
(Time skip 5 months) (May 1993)
Harry came up to my makeshift room for the first time in a while. I learned that he only came to my room when he needed assistance in something, I usually declined his shenanigans, but he told me about Hermione becoming a statue and Hagrid being sent to Azkaban while Dumbledore was removed from his position as headmaster.
I truly felt pity for this kid, I never really felt pity for anyone, but this kid lost all his smart and adult people that he could lean on. The only ones left were me and Ron, but Ron's a dipshit so he came to me.
"I need you to help us search for clues to prove his innocence," Harry pleaded to me.
"I'll try and help, but my condition is that I want to live afterwards alright. Your luck is about as helpful as a your buddy Ron." He tried to stick up for his friend but I cut him off.
"So where are we searching," I asked him as he sat and mulled over my question.
"Let's start with his hut," he said but I quickly replied.
"No, if something is in his hut then it's either gone or has to do with that creepy ass forest."
"The forest?" Harry said looking at me puzzled.
"Yeah? Has it never occurred to you that his hut is closer to the forest then the castle. If something were to happen the perpetrators would go in there then the god damn castle. And in accordance to my previous wishes, I want to live. So I'll go check out Dumbledore's room. You know how get in there?"
"Yeah I do, I went in there to chat with him."
He then proceeded to tell me how to get in there and we parted ways agreeing to search around on the 24th.
(It's the 24th now)
As Jacob and I walked down the corridor to Dumbledore's residence, he speaks up.
-Why the hell did you bring Freedom with you?- he asked.
" I want you to guard the entrance but Freedom here," I said while scratching under his beak, "He'll watch outside the tower, make sure no one suspicious is going to try and interrupt me from outside the castle.