'What the fuck is he doing here!?' is the only thing running through my head as McGonagall reads off Abbott, Hannah.

'Rundown: fired from the Aurors, Quirrel's dead, I broke the curse. Bleeding, blistering, bloody, sailing, shitting, motherfucking, fuck. I just signed my own death warrant with Professor Potter, didn't I? Seven years of - wait… Why is Slughorn here?' I think as I look at the portly potions professor that looks just like his actor from the movies, 'what the hell is going on here?'

"Davis, Tracey…" a few seconds pause that I actually stop to listen to, "Slytherin!" I clap with the rest of Slytherin house as my mind starts racing again.

'What's Dumbledore's game here? I can't think of a scenario where Dumbledore would actually bring James on for no reason.'

My mind works furiously to figure this situation out as I hear "Granger, Hermione," the hat pauses for a beat before calling out "Gryffindor!"

The girl races to the house of Scarlet and Red to scattered applause as "Greengrass, Daphne," is called up by McGonagall. I squeeze her shoulder once before she scampered up to the hat, only to be promptly sorted into Slytherin to polite applause. She darted over to where Tracey is sitting as I turned to look at Draco with a small smirk that didn't reach my eyes.

"Longbottom, Neville." The nervous boy sits down on the stool and is, shockingly, sorted into Hufflepuff. I feel my jaw slacken slightly at the obvious canon divergence and just stare as Draco is called and, mercifully, sorted into Slytherin.

I force myself to take full, measured breaths as the next people are sorted. The Patil twins were sorted into Ravenclaw and Gryffindor and I prepare to go up there myself.

"Potter, Johnathon," I froze as John nearly sprinted past me to get to the Sorting Hat, he was sorted just as quickly as Draco was but, for me, time nearly stopped. Cheers erupted in the great hall and I could only watch as John took every step toward the Gryffindor table in slow motion. 'Oh shi-'

"Potter-Noir, Hadrian," rings through the room, silencing the great hall like a gunshot. I stared at McGonagall like a deer in the headlights as James Potter stared at me in relative disinterest before I quickly realized why - I told him I was adopted and he has no idea otherwise. With that load off my shoulders, I take measured steps toward the sorting hat, chin up and shoulders square as whispers follow in my wake.

"Potter-Noir?"

"That's Harry Potter?"

"Where's he been all these-"

"Merlin he's cute, Parv!"

"Get 'em, Squirt! Up Hufflepuff!" Came from Tonks, I felt a blush rise up my cheeks as I waved to the grinning Metamorph only to take a seat on the small stool… Only for it to promptly collapse under my weight.

I look up at McGonagall a bit dazed from my place on the floor, "ow…" is all I can mutter as I sit up and take the hat. Pulling it on with my arms crossed over my chest and legs splayed as the teachers looked at the stool in shock, it was old - yes - but it should have held a relatively lightweight firstie.

Meanwhile, inside my head, the sorting hat was having its own kind of meltdown.

"What the bloody FUCK are you!?"

"Aren't you supposed to sort children?" I ask the thing in only a little bit of shock.

"I use your vocabulary, motherfucker. Out of the hundreds of thousands of kids I've sorted, you are the most fucked up I've ever seen! Did you die at age ten or twenty, I can't fucking tell you asswipe! Thank you for making me, a hat, with no digestive system, shit meself! I should sort you into Slytherin for this Kentucky Fried Fuckery but you may burn down the school if I put you there! Damn, you're loyal enough for Hufflepuff but Christ, you ass, you aren't hard-working enough. You and I both know Gryffindor is out, there wouldn't be a stone left in this castle if I put you there! Damn you, Noir! And yes, I know you're a Noir. Jesus Christ, if the information got out that you were the actual Duke Noir? Oh, well, let's just say your brother's status as the most eligible bachelor in Hogwarts would go up in smoke faster than a crotch rocketeer high on meth. Thank you for the next thirty years of memories though, Mr. Noir. That's been the only good part of our conversation, but I can't do jack shit with it can I? Nope, I'm just a sorting hat that's looking like he's going to have to put you in RAVENCLAW!"

The last word was shouted out loud, getting cheers from the Ravenclaw table as the Twin Terrors of Gryffindor started a chant of "we got a Potter, they got a Potter! We got a Potter, they got a Potter!" much to the amusement of the entire hall, especially when both tables picked up the chant while pointing at themselves and each other. Eventually, the hall calmed down enough to progress through the rest of the Sorting. I snagged a spot beside a cute first-year named Morag McDougal leaving Lisa Turpin to be the last 'Claw sorted tonight.

"Hi," the girl said, "I'm Morag, nice to meet ya," she said in a light Scottish accent, I smiled and took her outstretched hand.

"Hadrian Noir," I said quietly, "but please," I winked at her lightly, "call me Harry."

She giggled lightly and we chatted for a few minutes before a girl wearing a prefects badge sat down in front of us, "Clearwater, Penelope Clearwater. Do I have to worry about you being a troublemaker?" the prefect raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.

"Not at all, do I look like my little, younger brother?" I asked with a smile, the girl shook her head, letting her dirty blonde hair swing behind her slightly.

"Tonks was right, you're going to be a pain," she muttered as she turned to glance at the pink-haired Hufflepuff, "just don't get caught, and don't lose us too many points alright?"

Morag laughed at that as I agreed to her terms. Eventually, Ron Weasley was sorted to Gryffindor, and Blaise Zabini was sent to - shockingly - Ravenclaw.

Immediately, the boy made a beeline to the spot just recently vacated by Prefect Clearwater.

"Zabini, Blaise Zabini, of the Masterly House of Zabini. How do you do, Lord Noir?" he asked quietly. My eyes widened but I shook my head ever so slightly, thankfully he caught my meaning but I shook his hand anyway.

"I'm doing well, Mr. Zabini but I believe you have me confused for someone else. We can clear up the confusion in the dorms, sound good?"

"Indeed, Mr. Potter," he says with a bright smile but we both fall silent as the headmaster stood up.

"Welcome to a new academic year here at Hogwarts! Before we begin the feast, there are a few staffing changes that we must address before we tuck in! First of all, I would like to reintroduce an old friend and an old colleague of mine, Horace Slughorn. He will be taking the post of Potions professor this year and for foreseeable years to come. Next, we have James Potter taking up the post of first to OWL year transfiguration to give Professor McGonagall some much-needed relief for her post as Deputy Head. With the free time she has foreseen in her schedule, she and professor Potter will be offering a new Animagus course for our NEWT students," he said with a clap of his hands, "unfortunately, Professor Quirrel suffered an accident at an unknown time this summer and is currently missing and presumed deceased. I ask we observe a moment of silence for him," the student body fell silent as the grave before Dumbledore went on.

"As Professor Quirrel is unable to take the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, our very own Severus Snape has volunteered to take on the post. A round of applause for these wonderful professors?" The crowd broke into thunderous applause as I sat there stunned. This was going to be a very interesting year.

"Now, before we start, I have a few more words to say!" Dumbledore said, "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" Immediately everyone clapped and cheered as food appeared on the tables en masse. I could only grin with a single thought, I love magic.

"Nearly headless!?" I heard from the Gryffindor table as I put a load of Potatoes, Steak, Roast Beef, and other meats on my plate. I just sighed heavily knowing what was coming as Blaise and Morag looked at my plate like I had three heads, "How can you be nearly headless!?"

"And how can you eat so much?" Blaise asked me with a bit of awe as I grabbed a yeast roll.

"I'm a growing boy, Zabini," I say with a grin.

"Keep eating like that and you'll be called the eighth Weasley," he snarked back as I cut into the perfectly cooked steak, I raised my knife and pointed it at him.

"Them's fightin' words!" I said with a glare and Morag guffawed.

"Did you just quote the Simpsons?!" I started a bit at that.

"Uh, maybe? I've never seen the show but I've heard the reference," I said while scratching the back of my head slightly before digging into the food in front of me.

"Muggle raised then?" Blaise asked, I just nodded my head, "then maybe you can answer some questions for me?" Morag and I nodded in time as we kept on eating the delicious food in front of us, "excellent! Tell me, what is a Sniper? Mother references it from time to time but I fear I do not know what it could be."

"Muggle rifleman," I say quickly after I swallowed my mouthful of steak/food, "take out targets at long distances, theoretically they can take out targets over a mile away."

"A mile?" Blaise asked with a slack jaw and open mouth, "but how?"

"Physics and practice," I shrug as I finally get to my bread and greens.

"Usually they're military though," Morag said.

"But then there are the really good hitmen," I say back.

"Hitmen?" Blaise asked, just as confused as he was earlier.

"Contract killers," I say so that only he and Morag could hear. Blaise's swarthy complexion turned milk-white as he nodded and played with his food.

"So where're you from, Morag?" I asked with a grin, trying to get rid of the slightly depressing atmosphere.

"Auchenbrack," she says with a small smile, "just a little farm with me mum and pa, when they found out I was a witch they were just as surprised as I was. I'm hoping I can help them by getting a good job in this world," she says with hope obvious on her face. I can't help the small wince that hits me.

"Well, uh, that's great!" I say to her but Blaise cuts in.

"You're a muggleborn, won't rise higher than a shopkeep or clerk without a sponsor on the Wizengamot," he said, "my mum's a British halfblood and dad was a pureblood so I'm technically a pureblood but still have all the rights that come with it. I would advise finding a sponsor sooner versus later."

"I'm sorry, Wizengamot? What's that?" she asked, obviously confused.

"Think of it like a third house of Parliament for witches and wizards," I tell her, "this society is sort of like the Jacobean era."

"Oh," she mutters before she turns her eyes down to her plate, trying to burn a hole in it with her eyes. I reached into my pocket and slid a coin into her field of view, leaning in to whisper:

"I happen to be guaranteed a seat on that body and will be pretty high ranking on it," in her ear before going back to my food with a smirk. She looks down at the coin with the Black Coat of Arms on one side and the House Motto on the back over and under crossed swords.

"Oh…" she said again but this time with quite a bit more hope and surprise even as Blaise looks on with obvious interest. Before he can ask anything though, a short, sharp clap echoes through the great hall as Dumbledore rises to his feet.

"Now that we are all fed and watered," the headmaster said with a brilliant twinkle in his eye, "I have a few start of term notices to give! First years! Please note that the forest on the grounds is restricted to all pupils, some of older students would do well to remember that as well. I have been asked by our caretaker, Mr. Filch, to remind you that magic is off-limits in the corridors between classes and that he has a list of contraband on his office door. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term, anyone interested in playing for their house should see Madam Hooch. Finally, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is currently closed for maintenance, please avoid this corridor for your own safety. Any student caught in this corridor will lose house points and be given detention after a thorough screening from Madam Pomfrey. Any questions? No? Thank you! Prefects, if you would escort your first years to their dormitories? I bid you all goodnight!" Immediately, the students rose and followed their prefects to their houses, I barely noticed though - too stunned that I apparently wasn't going to be facing certain doom.

Alongside Morag and Blaise, we made our way up and up the castle. If I was in my old body, this place would have had me in shape in no time. Eventually, we came to the bronze eagle knocker that signaled we had arrived at the Ravenclaw common room.

"Unlike the other houses," Penelope said, "where a password is required, you are required to answer a riddle to enter our noble house. Observe," she said with a small glare at me. I took it in stride as she touched the Eagle knocker.

"I live in deception yet am sworn to the truth, who am I?" The Eagle asked as I just stared at the thing, 'oh yeah, definitely need to find a way to get in the common room without having to answer all the infuriating riddles.'

"A solicitor!" a rather deep female voice said from behind me. The door said nothing, instead just swinging open silently.

"Excellent job, Mandy!" Penelope said with a broad grin, "but that's going to be the easiest riddle you'll have all year," she said to all of us as we walked into the common room. I looked around the grand room and took in the large, domed ceiling, plenty of windows, large, tall bookcases, desks, bronze and blue wall hangings, tables, chairs, two staircases, and a door that had lecture hall emblazoned on the side of it while there were at least twenty doors on the other side of the room that had study rooms labeled above them. I can't help the small shiver that runs down my spine, this place is a haven of learning and I'm not too sure how I feel about it.

"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Penelope says with a broad grin, "if you will follow me to the lecture hall, Professor Flitwick will be by to speak with you momentarily. This is so you can be seated to ask any questions you may have."

I look over at Blaise and swallow nervously, he grins as we enter the lecture hall and I can't help but grin slightly at the dark navy seating with dark oak desks beside them. The room is large enough to fit at least three hundred students comfortably while the attention is focused on the speaker. As one, the thirteen of us march to the front of the hall where twelve of us sit down while the thirteenth climbs on stage behind the oak and bronze lectern.

"Before the professor arrives, are there any questions I can answer?"

"When will we get our schedules?" a boy I think is named Terry asks quietly.

"Monday morning before classes begin or tomorrow at Breakfast is when you will receive your time tables. You will typically be paired with Hufflepuff for classes such as Potions, Transfiguration, Astronomy, History of Magic, and Charms while you will have Herbology with the other three houses. It is simply easiest to have a day for Herbology with the other four houses."

"Thank you, prefect Clearwater," Flitwick's voice said from behind us, "feel free to stay with us, it has been quite some time since I was a student, after all, you may have a bit better perspective on some questions." He says as he takes his place behind the lectern with a broad grin, "once again, welcome to Hogwarts! I am Filius Flitwick, professor of charms and head of Ravenclaw house. I will be meeting with you individually to talk about your scheduling and your expected performance. We are Ravenclaws, we strive for excellence! But that being said, it is understood that some of you will just not have an aptitude for a specific branch of magic, I myself am a troll when it comes to Potions," he said with a broad grin, "but do not let this discourage you! We offer study groups, one on one help, and study plans for most subjects if it should be needed. We are here to help you!"

'Well, if that isn't the most college speech I've ever heard I don't know what is,' I think as I glance over at a bored Blaise.

"Also, if it is found that you have a particular leaning towards excellence in certain subjects such as dueling, flying, enchanting, warding, combat magics, and so on and so forth, I will meet with you to discuss this! If you notice a particular leaning in your magic to a certain field, please come speak with me and we will get you sorted out. Thank you! I look forward to seeing you all at Breakfast tomorrow. After breakfast is concluded, we will be giving a tour of the castle to show you where your classes will be. As there are twelve of you, we will be splitting into groups of three first-years to a prefect before coming back together. If there are not any questions?" the professor asks as he looks down at the now interested students. As kids are wont to do, Blaise and Morag both immediately looked at me to be in their groups. I couldn't help the grin that crossed my face as Professor Flitwick bade us goodnight and left the lecture hall.

"Please follow me," Penny said as she started toward the exit. We followed her back to the common room and to the marble stairs, "to the left are the boy's dormitories since women are always right," she grinned broadly as the girls giggled with her, "you are allowed to have up to three roommates although pairs are usually more common, singles are not allowed. This is so you do not get too distracted but if you do you will have someone to make sure you leave your room instead of getting bogged down in your studies. Wake up call is six-thirty, breakfast is at seven, and classes start at eight-thirty. This means the Great Hall will stop serving food at eight-fifteen to give you time to get to your first class of the day."

I nod slowly, getting the sense that it makes, "curfew is at ten o'clock each night except if you have astronomy that night, you will be given a pass to go to that class and Mr. Filch knows the Astronomy schedules so you will not fool him if you are out after curfew and use that as your excuse, am I clear?" she says as she glares directly at me, I just smirk. Filch was notoriously easy to dodge in canon but there are two people who won't be…

Together, Blaise and I climb the stairs to the boys dormitory and find a circular chamber with "First" through "Seventh" years posted on each door. Together, the seven new Ravenclaw boys follow me into the door marked for first years.

"I'm with Harry," Blaise said immediately as he dragged me into the first door to the left, closing it behind us with a solid thump.

"Alright," I say, "what was that about?" I ask quietly as Blaise takes a knee before me.

"My Lord, the Duke Noir, I am at your service. My wand is yours, all holdfasts and lands are at your mercy," he says quietly, "House Zabini is at your service as your loyal lieutenants once again." He pulls his wand out of his sleeve and holds it like a vassal would hold a sword. I just gape at him for a beat before taking the wand.

"My faithful servant," I feel myself say, "your service is accepted and your lands are to do with what you will. House Noir shall stand with House Zabini in hard times and good. As House Noir stands once again so shall House Zabini," at this point I'm nearly panicking trying to figure out what the hell is going on until I open my magic to the world and find that Magic is literally guiding me at this point.

"And House Zabini stands with House Noir. I offer my wand and my services to you my Lord," Blaise says as he extends his wand. I take it from his hand and feel warmth flood up my arm from some strange quirk of magic.

"I offer my protection and support as the Duke Noir. Rise and take your wand, Heir Zabini, we have work to do," he takes his wand as he comes to his feet and the spell is shattered, "what the hell was that Zabini!?" I bark as soon as I feel myself gain control of my body again.

"You didn't know?" Blaise sounded legitimately surprised that I didn't.

"No! Explain, now," I growl at the boy I'm eye to eye with.

"I… Well my family, that is, have been vassals to House Noir ever since the First Muggle Great War. Your ancestor saved mine back then and my house swore to yours, I don't know what other houses are sworn to the Noirs or even have alliances with them but I think it's safe to say that none are in Hogwarts," he says quietly as he looks down at his feet.

"Alright then," I say with a sigh, "but none of this my lord nonsense, alright? When we're here we're just kids in Hogwarts, got it?"

"Yes, my- Harry," he corrects himself with a slight grin. I just shake my head and take the bed next to the window, finally getting a good look at the dorm. It's nothing major, just a small living space with a pair of decent-sized writing desks, a pair of filing cabinets, bookshelves, a wardrobe, and some decorative tapestries along with a few oil lamps for light but the most interesting feature is the large fireplace in our little room.

"Nice place we've got here, isn't it?" I ask casually as I start stripping down to my boxers just to get out of the god awful uniform they make us wear. Slowly placing my weapons on the desk on the table, I turn around to see Blaise's eyes are wide with glee.

"Yeah, not bad at all, but I prefer mum's vacation home in Sorrento," he says with an excited grin, already changing too.

"Oh trust me, I'd rather be back in the good ol' US of A than in a cold, dreary castle in Scotland," I tell the boy as I pull my black sweats and a T-shirt out of my trunk to fight the cold even though my element is as strong as it's ever been.

"Is that where you got all those?" He asked as he slowly moved over to where I was standing, his eyes fixed on my Sig.

"Yes and no," I said with a grin, unloading the Sig and laying it on the table.

"Ah, got it," Blaise said quietly as he moved to his own desk, pulling daggers out of his robes left and right. I raised my eyebrow slightly at the sheer amount of blades on the table.

"Have enough of those, Blaise?" I asked with a grin.

"Not at all," he said with a matching grin as we stripped the rest of our weapons off.

"So Blaise," I say conversationally as I sit down in one of the comfortable-looking armchairs - that to my surprise actually spins and is comfortable - in front of the fireplace, "what's your wand made of?"

"Wampus Cat hair on Ash," he said with a grin. Immediately, Jonker's words came back to me "there are wampus cat hairs, those are tricky beasties. Too good for hypnotists and legilimencers for polite society," is what he said. I tap my chin thoughtfully as I just reply:

"So you're pretty good at the mental arts then?"

"Yeah… Always been a bit of a natural," he says a bit uncomfortably, getting me to perk up a bit.

"Always? What do you mean by always, man?" I cross my legs and kick back a bit further in my chair.

"Since I was four I could read minds better than I could speak," he said, "that's how I knew you were actually the Lord Noir," he said uncomfortably with a slight blush but immediately I sat up like a bolt of lightning.

'Sol?'

'I didn't feel his presence, Fledgling. The old, bald one has a distinct presence and the ancient bearded one feels like a beacon of light when he enters your mind. This boy is different, I have no memory of him. This is troubling but your memories of your old life are within me, no one can see those Fledgling.'

I don't reply to the Thunderbird deciding just to nod slightly to Blaise, "I'll let this one slide since you just swore to me but if it happens again, and I will know if it happens again, you won't like the consequences. Alright?" I glare at the swarthy boy who nods vigorously at me.

"Alright," he said quickly, "it just happens without me thinking about it. Comes along with the aura reading and uh… well…" he says hesitantly.

"Anything you have to say you can say, man. We're roommates, we'll be seeing the weirdest bits of each other," I say with a grin, he grins back as he glances at the bathroom with a small blush.

"Well, I can see through walls, clothes, anything really," he said quietly. My eyes widened at the implications before I began to cackle maniacally, much to his confusion.

"Can you see through skin?"

"Skin?"

"Yeah, like see-through skin and straight to someone's bones?"

"Uh, maybe?" he says reluctantly, "can't say I've ever tried it, mate."

"If you manage it, look at my arms," I tell him as I kick back once again. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow before his forehead scrunches in concentration before his eyes widen in shock.

"Che Diavolo!" he said as he stumbled backward onto his bed, "what are you!?"

"I'm a mutant, just like you Blaise," I say with a grin.

XXX

For most of the night, Blaise and I sat up and talked about our lives and powers. When I finally explained what mutants were and who the mutants in the school were he nodded and went along with it.

"So there are three in Slytherin, three in Ravenclaw, three Hufflepuffs, and two Gryffindors? What are the odds of that happening?" He asked as he sat in his fireside chair.

"Low," I said quietly, "odds are that I'm an Alpha level and you're a Beta, that's nothing against you, it's just my classification," I added when I saw his raised eyebrow, "Alpha, Beta, and Omega - combat-oriented, peace-oriented, and fuck up your life oriented - as I like to call them. Mental probes are great for gathering information, making you a Beta level. My claws, on the other hand, are amazing for a one on one fight while my healing factor makes sure that I can go on and on. I'm basically made for fighting. But Omegas?" I just shake my head slowly, "those are the ones that worry me, mate. As far as I'm aware there's only one potential Omega but that could change quickly."

"Okay," Blaise said quietly, "but what makes an Omega besides firepower?"

"If they can do the impossible or fuck up a planet then they're considered Omega level," I told him.

"Healing from anything's pretty impossible," Blaise pointed out and I just scoffed.

"If I could heal someone else then it would be Omega level. As it is, my healing is a means to keep me fighting."

"Makes sense," he says slowly before he glances down at his own watch, "oh… it's three A.M…"

"We have to be up at 6:30, right?" I ask with a small groan.

"Yeah…"

"Fuck."

XXX

The next morning wasn't as bad as Blaise or I expected. Apparently, breakfast runs until 10:30 on weekends so we weren't required to be up and out until close to nine when Prefect Davies gave us our wake up call.

"Good Morning, gentlemen!" The prefect said as we rubbed the sleep from our eyes, "You have half an hour to be in the great hall and an hour to be finished with breakfast, tours start at ten! Up! Up! It's going to be a big day! I'll be waiting for you in the common room," the boy said with a grin that made me want to punch his teeth out as he left.

"Is it a double shower?" Blaise asked blearily as we both fumbled for a change of clothes, uniform policy apparently wasn't enforced on weekends either.

"I dunno," I said as I pulled out my regular gear. I'm not looking to impress and I'm also not going to go down there in sweats… yet. I step into the bathroom to see it is indeed a single sitter. "You take it, Blaise," I tell the boy as I turn my trunk's dial to my apartment level, "I have a shower in here," the boy looks mildly surprised as I descend into the apartment level and make my way to the superheated shower. Thankfully, Kreacher uncovered a book about a way to make showers feel like lava that could be paired with a standard de-steaming rune cluster to make sure the air was actually breathable. So, for the first time in ages, I was able to turn on the shower and not feel like I was being dunked in ice.

Unfortunately, I could only shower for a few minutes since I did have to get ready for the day. Reluctantly, I turned the shower off and activated the de-steaming cluster to clear the air of the practical fog layer around me.

Minutes later had me back outside my trunk with a towel wrapped around my shoulders, scrubbing my hair that always refused to dry off - even with my boiling trick - and my jeans and boots on. No knives today, unfortunately. While they aren't banned, per se, they are frowned on if found in possession of a lower year student anywhere other than in their potions kit - thus my KA-BAR had to stay in the armory. Not that I was unarmed, my Sig stayed on me constantly, along with my claws.

I pulled on my shirt with my trusty snapback ballcap to cover up the rat's nest that is my hairdo. I had to wrestle with my belt for a second but I managed it before shrugging on my coat, looking for all the world like an American biker came to Hogwarts.

"Ready?" I asked Blaise who was in traditional wizarding robes but they weren't Hogwarts standard. He nodded as we walked out of our room and down the stairs to the common room.

"What are you wearing, Potter!?" Davies' voice asked aghast.

"Clothes, get me food or I might eat you instead Davies," I growled, thankfully he didn't say anything else to that as we made our way out of the common room and down to the Great Hall that was packed with students. I looked at my watch to see that it wasn't even 9:30 yet. I sighed slightly after waving to Daph, Trace, and Draco over at the Slytherin table. They grinned and waved back as Blaise and I sat down to piles and piles of bacon, sausage, toast, surprisingly rice, beans, fruit, toast, waffles, flapjacks, and other mouthwatering breakfast foods. Immediately, I started piling up foods on my plate while asking if there was Orange juice. I tried the pumpkin juice last night and, gotta say, I'm not a fan.

"Mr. Potter," I heard a voice say from behind me, I turned around to come face to face with a smirking Flitwick, "it appears you have raised quite a ruckus with your choice of attire this morning. As you are not in violation of any school rules I can only advise you that there is a dress code policy to be followed on weekdays. On another note, you, Mr. Zabini, and Missus McDougal have been assigned to me for today's tour. Please let her know when you see her," he said with a smile.

"Of course, professor," I said as I straddled the bench to face him better, "can't wait for the tour! And don't think I forgot about our deal!"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Potter," he said back with a slightly bloodthirsty grin, "it's been ages since I've had a good hand to hand spar. Though in a few years, I will be interested to see your dueling abilities!" he said as he started walking back toward the staff table. I grinned in return as I returned to a more comfortable sitting position at the table.

"Harry," Blaise asked quietly, "what did you mean by your deal?"

"He visited my residence over the summer, I was sparring with my cousin and he saw us going at it. Volunteered to be my sparring partner on the spot," I say with a grin before tearing into my food again.

"Wotcher, 'Arry!" I immediately cringed as I felt my body lift into the air against my will.

"Morning, Tonks," I said as I was spun around to be crushed in another Metamorph hug and promptly drowned in boobs once again, she even pulled my hat off! Thankfully, she let me go much faster this time since I hugged her back.

"How was your first night in the Eyrie!?" she asked excitedly as she put my hat back on my head and her wand back in her sleeve, "I'd rather have you in the badger den but the Eagles are great too!"

"It was great, Tonks," I said with a grin, "Blaise is a good roommate so far, but we'll have to see as the year goes, won't we?"

"Right you are, 'Arry!" she said with a crooked grin, "right, I'm off to eat! Talk to you later, squirt!" she scampered off and I was finally able to sit back down in peace… for all of two seconds.

"Blimey, Harry!" Morag said quietly from her place across from me, "who was that?"

"A relative of mine," I said, "when did you get here?"

"When you were pressed into her chest," Morag said with a small smirk.

"Oh… right," I said as I scratched the back of my head.

"You're with our group today, Mora'," Blaise said, "we're with Flitwick for our tour."

"Mora'? Where'd that come from, Zabini?" she asked, a bit confused.

"Don't know," I said, "don't care, kinda like it though," I grinned at the thoughtful girl who shrugged it off.

"Only you two can call me that," she said slightly heatedly, I just shrugged.

"Cool, are you going to eat those?" I asked, pointing my fork at the pile of sausages and taking three more. "What?" I asked at their confused looks, "it's good sausage and I'm hungry."

"Mate," Blaise said, "you eat like the youngest Weasel," I looked to where the said weasel was sitting and sure enough he was shoving food down his gullet at incredible speeds. I grimaced slightly before saying:

"At least I chew with my mouth closed and don't speak with a mouthful of it," and promptly took another bite of the amazing sausage, 'is it part lamb? It's just so good!'

"True, but the amount you eat is about similar," I gave a short glance around to make sure no one was paying attention before I glared Blaise down from under the brim of my hat and practically broadcast my next thought to him as we locked eyes.

'Hey, dipshit! I'm working with a healing factor and about a hundred more pounds than he is! Let me eat and shut up about it!' Blaise's eyes widened as he finally cottoned on. His mouth made a strange 'O' like shape as I dug back into my food as Sol chuckled in the background. Soon enough though, ten finally rolled around and Flitwick was making his way out of the Great Hall. Together, Zabini, McDougal, and I got up and followed the diminutive professor out of the Great Hall and into the castle proper.