Earlier:
Harry along with his friends and the other Hufflepuffs in his year were escorted back down to the great hall for breakfast by the pretty prefect. Once the first years were sat at the table she went over to join the other Hufflepuffs in her year. Harry was sat opposite Laura and next to Emma while Jean sat opposite Emma. The four were sat at the end of the table near the door, while the other Hufflepuffs in their year were sat next to them. Felix had come with them, the cat had been perched on Laura's shoulder the entire time, only jumping off once they had all sat down.
"The food here is really nice." Jean said as they began eating breakfast.
"Oh, most definitely." Emma agreed. "The cooks at my home are good too, but this has a slightly more...I suppose the word is 'homey'...a 'homey' feel to it."
"Meh, it tastes good." Harry shrugged as he continued eating.
"You're as elegant as always, Harry." Emma said to him in a half-amused and half-exasperated voice.
"...Yeah." Harry agreed before he kept eating.
"You have a cook?" Susan Bones asked.
"Oh yes," Emma nodded. "the Frost family is quite a rich one, at least in the muggle world."
"Good morning, students." A voice caused them to look up as a plump woman with curly, grey hair approached them, she wore brown clothes that looked like they were for gardening and she had some papers (parchments) in her hand that she was handing out. "For those of you who don't know, I am Professor Sprout, your head of house and herbology teacher. These are your timetables; feel free to ask any questions." She said with a smile as she handed them over.
"Thank you." Laura said in a polite voice when she received her timetable.
"You're welcome, dear." Professor Sprout smiled. "Are you all settling into Hufflepuff okay?" She asked, the question was directed at the group but Professor Sprout looked at each and every student, apparently intent on making sure each and every one of her 'badgers', as the Hufflepuffs were called, were fine. Once most answered she turned her questioning gaze onto the four mutants. "And what about you four?" She asked in a kind manner.
"I really like it here." Jean smiled.
"Me too," Laura agreed. "so does Felix." She added as she stroked Felix who let out a small purr.
"That's wonderful," Professor Sprout smiled before turning to Harry and Emma. "and what about you two?"
"I am reserving judgment," Emma answered. "but so far everything seems...acceptable."
"High praise." Professor Sprout chuckled before turning to Harry. Harry raised a finger, silently telling her to give him a couple of seconds to swallow the food in his mouth.
"Well, I like it so far." Harry admitted once he had finished swallowing. "but I'm not exactly fully comfortable with the rooming situation at the moment, I've always shared a room with Laura. We're not used to sharing rooms with other people."
"Oh," Professor Sprout said in an understanding voice, she had heard similar things from other students in the past. "I..." Whatever she was about to say was cut off by a cold, drawling voice.
"Demanding special treatment already, Potter?" Professor Snape sneered as he walked over and stopped right behind Harry, Harry closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
"Professor, there is a world of difference between mentioning that one is not used to something and complaining about something." Emma replied.
"Quiet. I wasn't speaking to you." Professor Snape glared at her, Emma glared back but averted her eyes when she saw Harry's left hand sneaking towards the knife by her plate. She placed her hand on his when he picked it up and held on tightly, fortunately Professor Snape hadn't appeared to have noticed.
"Potter," Professor Snape continued. "you are no more special than any of these other brats, you will accept your room or you can leave."
"Professor Snape!" Professor Sprout admonished, "there is no need for this! Mr Potter hasn't done anything wrong, the only thing he did was state that he was not used to sleeping arrangements!"
"The brat was complaining," Professor Snape sneered at her. "he's as spoilt and arrogant as his blasted father." Snape added, at this point Emma was struggling to hold Harry's hand down, she knew that if he truly wanted to then he could easily pull it out of her grasp, which let her know that he was also doing his best to restrain himself. "Don't think you're special, Potter." Snape whispered as he bent down so his mouth was next to Harry's right ear. "You've probably had these other brats worshipping you the second you came here, don't expect any special treatment from me. Draco Malfoy told me what you did on the train and you will be accompanying me to go talk to the headmaster about your punishment."
Harry turned his head away and let out a rather loud cough, he very much wanted to give this greasy asshole a reason to leave him alone but unfortunately he did say he would do his best to behave, and apparently smelling bad wasn't a good enough reason for a stabbing, nor was insulting him.
"Are you okay, Mr Potter?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Harry and I have sensitive senses, Professor." Laura said, glaring at Snape as she did so. "Professor Snape's breath isn't helping either of us."
"That's ten points from Hufflepuff, you brat!" Snape snarled at her, he leaned forward and his shoulder pushed Harry whose eyes widened slightly, Emma and Jean could see that he was very close to losing what little control he had left.
"It wasn't meant to be an insult, it's a fact." Laura continued glaring at him.
"Listen to me, you little hell spawn." Snape whispered threateningly as he leaned even more forwards, at this point the Professor was practically lying atop the table, his waist was next to Harry's shoulder and his hands were on top of the table as his face stopped a few inches away from Laura who turned her head slightly. "I don't care what you say, you and your brother are arrogant little children that need to be shown their place."
"You can't talk to us like that!" Laura growled, showing her sharp teeth. A smart man would have stopped well before then, Professor Snape unfortunately didn't fit into that category.
"I don't care what you say, nor do I care about that woman with the stupid hair or your thug of a grandfather. You will listen to me, and stop growling, you stupid girl!" Professor Snape snarled. Harry's eyes narrowed and Emma let go of his hand with a small sigh, giving it up as a lost cause. Harry tossed the knife into his right hand, he then raised it over his head and brought it down into Professor Snape's left butt cheek, the nearest butt cheek. "OWWWWWW!" Snape let out a very un-manly scream as he collapsed on the table and proceeded to continue screaming until Harry grabbed him by the collar and growled in his face.
"Don't...insult my sister." Harry snarled before he pushed Snape and the man fell on to the floor. Harry shook his head and turned his attention back to his food, he would've continued eating if he hadn't noticed all the gazes that were focused on him. "What?" He asked.
"That was my knife." Emma said, glaring at him.
"Have mine." Harry sighed before giving her his knife, he continued eating, deciding to ignore the other stares.
Present time:
Professor Snape ended up being taken to the hospital wing and Harry was taken to the headmaster's office. Meanwhile news of what Harry had done had spread through the school at a very surprising speed, and pretty soon everyone in the school found out that Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, had stabbed the worst teacher in the school in the arse.
Public opinion quickly became rather divided, the majority of the Slytherin's were quite furious that Harry had stabbed their head of house, the man who let them get away with nearly everything. The Ravenclaws weren't sure what to think while the Gryffindor's had almost unanimously declared Harry to be a hero and honorary Gryffindor, after all you can't really get braver than stabbing Professor Snape in the butt in the middle of the great hall.
The situation in the Hufflepuff house was slightly more complex, many of the Hufflepuffs had concerns about allowing a 'stabby' person such as Harry in their house, but thanks to Harry's friends he was able to get a lot more support than you would expect. Most of the Hufflepuffs that had been nearby had pretty much told everyone that Snape had been the one to antagonise Harry and that Harry had tried to ignore him and only reacted after Snape insulted his sister. It wasn't the best argument but it did work surprisingly well since if anyone could understand standing up for your family then it would be Hufflepuffs.
Plus most of them weren't really big fans of Professor Snape, much like the Gryffindors, the older Hufflepuffs would spend every year waiting for the inevitable first potions class, and they were ready to comfort the poor Hufflepuff first years who would come out of it. If you asked Tonks then she would tell you that there wasn't a single year since she came to school were Professor Snape hadn't made some first years cry. Professor Snape would also gladly and not very subtly help the Slytherins bully Hufflepuffs and the other houses, sometimes he would provide them excuses, sometimes he would take their side and when they couldn't avoid being punished he would take over the punishment from other teachers so he could undoubtedly give them no more than a warning at best.
So needless to say, the Hufflepuffs weren't really big fans of Professor Snape. Plus the fact that Professor Sprout didn't seem too mad at Harry helped Harry even more.
"Harry," Professor Dumbledore sighed while sitting behind his desk, Harry was sat opposite him with Professor Sprout standing behind him. "why did you stab Professor Snape?" He asked, saying a sentence he never thought he would ever say.
"I mistook him for a knife holder." Harry said in a very dry voice.
"This is serious, Mr Potter." Professor Dumbledore said, lacking his usual trademark twinkle.
"Fine," Harry sighed. "I was perfectly content to enjoy a peaceful breakfast, get my timetable and leave for my first lesson, which should be charms if I remember right. But your Professor was unprofessionally acting like a total idiot and refused to leave me alone."
"Mr Potter, don't call Professor Snape an idiot...even if he does deserve it." Professor Sprout said before turning to Professor Dumbledore. "And Mr Potter is right, Professor Snape was totally unprofessional and his behaviour was not worthy of a Hogwarts Professor, I would have hexed him myself if he had tried that behaviour with me." She added, looking quite upset.
"I tried to ignore him but he wouldn't let me," Harry added. "I only stabbed him after he insulted my sister."
"Mr Potter, that is not a good reason to stab someone." Dumbledore told him.
"He insulted my sister." Harry repeated.
"I understand, but that is still not a sufficient reason." Dumbledore said.
"He insulted my sister." Harry glared at him, why wasn't the old man getting it?
Dumbledore let out a deep breath, this was going to be a very long conversation.
"So...what happened?" Emma drawled when Harry arrived in transfigurations class, Harry sat down next to Laura, both twins were sat just behind Emma and Laura.
"I'll tell you later." Harry said, feeling the gazes of the other Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws on him. "You guys find something interesting?" Harry asked and the students looked away, "Do you smell that?" Harry asked Laura as he gestured to the cat that was sat on the desk in front of them.
"Yeah." Laura nodded, "it's kind of hard to miss." She said. Jean and Emma didn't say anything but both girls could tell that it wasn't an ordinary cat, though unlike with Harry and Laura they were able to tell based on the cat's mental presence, a mental presence that was very human like.
"Why are you being a cat for?" Harry bluntly asked the cat, causing the whole room to look at him.
"What are you on about?" Zach asked. "It is a cat."
"Not a normal one." Harry responded. The cat chose that moment to jump off the desk, it transformed in mid-air and a second later Professor McGonagall was stood in front of the class.
"I am an animagus, Mr Potter." Professor McGonagall said, ignoring the stunned looks from the other students. "It means I have the ability to turn into a specific animal at will. How did you recognise me?"
"Your scent." Harry answered honestly.
"Hmm." Professor McGonagall hummed, not entirely sure how to respond so she continued with the lesson.
Professor McGonagall walked around the class, helping the students, the students had been given the task of transforming a matchstick into a needle. A fairly simple piece of transfiguration and a good starting point for new students.
"Mr Potter," She frowned as she stopped next to his desk and saw that he didn't have his wand out and was simply holding a hand over the matchstick. "what are you doing?"
"The assignment." Harry replied without taking his eyes off of her, keeping his focus on the matchstick in front of him. He had coated the bones in his hand with his special metal and was now trying to transform the matchstick into a needle.
"Where is your wand?" She asked.
"I left it in my room." Harry answered, a few others in the class laughed at him, seeming to think that he had unintentionally left it there.
"How do you expect to complete your work without your wand?" Professor McGonagall blinked at him.
"With my hands." Harry answered, eyes still on the matchstick.
"Mr Potter," Professor McGonagall sighed. "wandless magic is impressive, but it is also a very ambitious goal for one your age, and with that being said it is very much..."
"Done it." Harry interrupted her as he held up his needle. Professor McGonagall stared at him with wide eyes and a slightly dropped jaw.
"You...did you just do wandless magic?" She breathed out with amazement.
"It wasn't that hard." Harry shrugged, either unaware or uncaring of the looks that he was recieving from the rest of his class.