Thankfully Neville didn't shun him. The two boys partnered for potions. Snape sneered but he ignored both of them. He gave points to every Slytherin but Harry but he also took points from every Gryffindor except Neville. Harry sighed it was hard to figure out potions on his own but thanks to the extra books he could. Neville wasn't much help but so far they hadn't melted their cauldron which was more than some could say.
Harry was grateful for Hermione and her tendency to be oblivious to the social side of things, it meant when he sat next to her in the library at least she didn't move away. It wasn't the same as having the acceptance he had in primary school but it was close enough. Harry focused on treating everyone with respect even those who treated him poorly, to do less would de-value the lessons Sensei taught. Harry kept to a schedule: up early go to a deserted classroom practice martial arts, come back shower dress, revise his study notes before and during breakfast, visit with Hedwig as the owls delivered mail, go to class, to lunch, to class, to the kitchens for a snack, thank heavens for the map.
Of course that activity had its odd moments some of the school elves behaved very, very oddly towards him. To the library, to dinner, back to the library until almost curfew, take Hedwig out, then back to the dorms. On the Saturdays he substituted a run around the grounds for his morning classes and doing art and writing letters for his afternoon classes.
Harry got two points in transfiguration for being the first to change his matchstick to a needle. He felt proud until he heard Hermione got five for the same trick, stupid prejudiced old bint looked at him as if he was cheating. Charms wasn't bad so far all they were studying was magical theory. Harry found that his dicta-quill came in handy for History of Magic he set it to write what Binns was saying while he napped. Defense was awful he didn't know who was behind it but every time he walked into the classroom he got a headache and his pendant heated up. He guessed that jumped finding a book about Occlumency up the importance chart. Herbology he did okay all the experience gardening with Aunt Petunia helped and studying with Neville also helped. Harry rapidly found himself teaching Neville how to study for other classes but the two boys steadily grew closer despite opposition from their housemates.
Astronomy wound up being baby stuff from Harry's perspective name the stars and planets kind of stuff. Harry had learned most of that when he was younger. He had read The American Practical Navigator thanks to Sensei and that dealt with the maths needed to navigate a ship using the stars. As result he had devoured books on astronomy written by modern scientists. He found he could usually complete his astronomy homework faster than even Hermione. Although he couldn't believe a school like Hogwarts didn't have a planetarium. Outside of class he was mostly miserable though, between being the target of pranksters and being shunned by everyone except Hedwig, Neville and Hermione. He almost regretted his decision to be in Slytherin.
His letters to his Aunt were by necessity brief he mentioned in one that he really wished Latin had been offered at primary school. He sent her sketches of Neville and Hermione and his teachers. He was working on an 18"x24" canvas he intended to send her for Christmas, since she had always wanted to see Hogwarts. He also sent letters to Sensei. Talking about his grades but not what he was learning in class. His letters were forwarded via Aunt Petunia, Harry told Sensei it was to save on Postage.
Finally the day of first flying class arrived. Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley seemed to be in a boasting contest of which of them were better but it didn't stop either of them from mocking Harry and his two friends. Madam Hooch corrected Draco on his grip. She nodded approvingly as Harry helped both Neville and Hermione. Then came time to push off. Between Ron and Draco's mockery Neville was too nervous, and pushed off to soon. He had no control and Harry wouldn't standby and watch as something happened to his god-brother. Ignoring Madame Hooch, Harry pushed off.
"Neville look at me, eyes on me." He said as he drew level with the terrified boy.
On the ground one of the Gryffindor girls screamed "Look at how high he is, if he falls he'll die."
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