"Okay, but what about this question?"
Harry smiled as he watched both Hermione and Harriet give mock sighs of frustration, before going on and explaining why his other sister had been wrong, for at least the third time. It was nice, not only having someone else who could alleviate the burden of helping them pass their classes from Hermione but also having additional voices and personalities.
Looking back, he certainly didn't regret having Hermione and Ron as friends, but he did regret having only them as friends. Which was why he had eagerly accepted when the bookworm suggested a study session with his two siblings.
He even invited Ron, but the boy had declined, rather politely to his surprise, saying he didn't do 'study sessions' very well and found the library too boring to be of use.
With the three witches going over their assignments, Harry had taken to studying up on Potions. It wasn't as if he liked the class, although it was far more tolerable than it had been in his own world, he just felt the need to understand what he was doing in it. Wizard Snape had made it borderline impossible for him to learn anything of use and now that his other classes were a breeze, he felt it only appropriate to develop a few brewing skills as well.
"Really Harry, Potions? I think that's one class you don't need to study for."
He looked up, and noticed the frown of disapproval on Hermione's face, the eye roll his female counterpart was halfway through, and the smugness on the redhead's. It felt right, like he was meant to be in this place, with them.
"Just because Professor Snape is easier on him than Flitwick or McGonagall doesn't mean he shouldn't study Amy."
Giving an exaggerated sigh, the girl leaned back in her seat, head dropping off the back along with her hair, "She just keeps taking off points for no reason."
"Actually," Hermione chimed in, albeit a bit softly, "you did mishandle the ingredients last class."
This earned another over-the-top groan, which gave the bushy-haired witch a worried look until Harry shook his head and winked at her, a clue that it was just an act. "Do you want some advice from my world?"
Amaryllis immediately sat back up, eyes gleaming with intrigue, "Definitely."
"Try not doing anything to upset Professor Snape, like showing up late, or early. Definitely don't do anything even slightly wrong or look like you are about to, and whatever you do don't make eye contact, or avoid eye contact."
This earned a moment of stunned silence, before the girl snickered and burst into laughter, earning giggles from his other sister and even a more controlled laugh from Hermione. Harry, in the meantime, merely grinned.
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"Hi, uhm... Mr. Potter?" It was a soft voice, one full of self-doubt much like his own world but perhaps even worse than he remembered. The bespectacled boy looked up from his studies to see Neville Longbottom standing nearby. At the attention the other boy seemed to shrink down even further, as if frightened.
"Well, you can call me Harry, but yeah that's me. You're Neville Longbottom, right?"
He received a slight nod in answer, as the other shifted about in his place, uncertainty obvious on his features. "Ron Weasley, he uhm, he mentioned you and say you were really nice..."
That was an odd conversation starter, but Harry was certainly not going to waste an opportunity to befriend the Gryffindor. "That's very nice of Ron. Do you want to sit down?" His question earned hesitant, but happy, movement as the boy did as offered and sat down in an empty chair.
"Ron said you really like Quidditch."
Harry smiled, "It's fun, the act of flying is, well looks, very freeing. Like you can go anywhere, do anything you want, just... be free."
"I'm terrified of heights, flying just sounds awful."
The raven-haired boy laughed, causing the other to relax a bit in his seat. "I can understand that. So, what do you like doing Neville? What class is your favorite?"
He shrunk down a bit, "I don't know, I'm not really good at anything, not like you are. I saw you in defense, you're amazing."
"That is what worries me." Neville blinked in confusion, earning a slight smile from Harry. "I'm worried that people will either like me because of that or hate me because of it. There are already some older students who are mad because I'm doing well, and I don't want anyone being upset because I'm doing good at something."
It was something that he had been thinking about, and fearing, a lot lately. Ron Weasley from his world did have a bit of a chip on his shoulder from all the older brothers. He remembered how bad fourth year went with the other boy and how lonely he had been because of it.
What if that started early?
"W-well I can tell you Ron and I aren't." The stammered response drew a curious look from the Potter male, causing the other to explain. "We sort of talked about it, sorry, and he looked relieved it wasn't him. He said the idea of having more homework and stuff on the weekend sounded awful."
Harry stared back for a few moments, before bursting into laughter. That sounded like the Ron Weasely he knew. A few moments later Neville joined in, although in an easier manner. After a while they settled and the boy-who-lived was reminded of his own Neville's problems during his first few years. "You don't have any classes you enjoy? I know Ron seems to like Flying."
"I mean... I like Herbology, I'm just not great at it."
"Do you want to know a secret Neville? Most people aren't great when they first try something. It takes dedication and work to become great. I think the trick is to find something you enjoy, that you want to put the effort into."
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