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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: Snape

Harry nodded. He wasn't sure he could do anything about that, to be honest.

"Do you know why we are here maljul?" Ninriik asked.

Harry sighed. "I do not know exactly why you are here and no one will tell me. All I know is that you will each face a maljul.

One will be me, but I do not know which of you I will face. What we are supposed to do when we face you I do not know and they will not say," he said. "You have been brought here as part of entertainment for the julle."

Britkrein growled. "They think of us as animals as raanne," she growled. "They have no care for us or our young."

"It is not us that wishes for this," Harry said. "The other maljul wished to compete to show their strength, but they did not know that the kinbokke would wish for us to face you."

"We will remember this Krinahkro," Gravuun said. "What happens will not be blamed on the maljul but rather on the kinbok."

"I appreciate that," Harry said. He turned invisible as one of the handles rounded Ninriik's cage.

Thankfully she didn't stay for long. "I must return to the castle," he said. "Classes will start soon."

"Kaan be with you," Dufo said.

"Kaan is peaceful," Harry responded. He hurried back to the castle and entered it just as Hermione and Neville left the great hall.

"There you are Harry," Hermione said. "Where have you been?"

"I took a walk," Harry said.

"You have a free period before Charms you should go see if you can find anything else in the library that we might have missed," Hermione said.

"Will do," Harry said.

"Oh, look it's pothead."

Harry glanced over at the doors to the great hall and rolled his eyes. He was not fighting with Malfoy. It didn't matter how strange that would be. He just was not going to participate in that childish exchange of insults.

Bad insults at that. He had lived with Rashall. Malfoy's insults were nothing in comparison.

Neville followed Harry to the library. He still needed to finish his potions essay for that afternoon. Harry spent half that period helping Neville and half looking at fireproofing spells.

He wished that he could just use his armour, but he didn't want people to know about it.

Then it was time for Charms. They headed down to the classroom and settled down as people joined them. They were going to be practising the summoning charm.

It was perfect. It was just what Harry needed to gain access to his broom for the tournament. He actually had to struggle to get it right.

Just because he could perform many different types of magic, that didn't mean it was easy. He was a little rusty with his wizarding magic after all.

Not to say that Harry didn't manage. It just took him a little longer than he might have liked though that was probably better since he wanted to keep his new talents hidden.

Hermione had managed just fine after only a few tries, and she tried and failed to explain things to Neville.

Harry laughed as they left the classroom. He was about to start explaining things to Neville in a way that would be easier for him to understand when he stopped himself. He couldn't do that either.

Not yet at least. He would have to leave things like that to Hermione.

After lunch they had Potions.

Harry did not look forward to it. He was standing down in the dungeon with Neville and Hermione when Draco Malfoy came walking down the corridor with Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum.

"Just shut it Malfoy," Harry said before Draco could even open his mouth. "No one but you wants to listen to you right now. You are not that special."

"Really, Potter. What crawled into you?" Malfoy said. "Maybe the wittle boy is scared?"

Harry raised an eyebrow in true Rhavaniel fashion and just did not respond.

Instead, he simply looked at Malfoy like Rhavaniel would look at something she was about to dissect. It seemed to creep the poor boy out.

Then Snape opened the door and they headed into the classroom. Harry sat down and waited for Snape to give them the instructions for the day's potion.

He had placed his finished homework next to him before he started on the potion. Helping Rhavaniel brew had at least left traces.

Harry realised that he should probably have been more worried about the first task as he sat there. He couldn't bring himself to worry though. He had killed dragons.

Facing one that wouldn't even really try to hurt him didn't seem that scary to him. He did his best to follow Snape's instructions.

The potion wasn't perfect but it was only a little off. He ignored Snape's insults and walked out of the classroom with Hermione and Neville.

That evening once everyone else had gone to bed Harry sat alone in the common room. He had finished the essay for Potions on plants used in memory potions that Snape had given them earlier.

Handling Snape would be tricky. He wasn't quite sure how to do it without pissing the man off. Snape was so hard to read.

He was also the most dangerous out of all the teachers when it came to figuring out that something was off.

Harry looked through his notes and tried to figure out what he needed to do next. There really was quite a lot of magic that Hogwarts could still teach him. He wanted to learn it all.

"Harry!"

Harry looked up. 'Where?' he wondered. He lowered his notes. His godfather's head was hovering in the fireplace. "Hello Sirius," he said.

He moved down closer to the fireplace. Sirius looked better than Harry's somewhat faded memory of him could recall. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"Never mind me," Sirius said. "How are you doing?" He was a bit surprised. Harry seemed so calm. With everything that was going on, he'd expected his godson to be a little more ruffled.