As the weeks rolled on, classes settled down and became routine for the students. Harry continued to roll from class to class, mostly with the first years, but often with second and thirds. He continued to teach DADA spells during part of the week while allowing Quirrell to impart the theory (which he had to summarize in the next class prior to going over spell work). He would hit charms with his grade level and stay behind to help the next class or the class after that.
Potions became fun since he was now allowed to do whatever he felt like doing (within reason). For the most part, Professor Snape kept away from the apprentice. Both, however, knew enough to remain well enough away from Neville when he (and Ron/Rufus/Rodrick/Rupert) managed to blow up three more cauldrons.
Shortly into October, Harry moved houses yet again, this time going to Ravenclaw. Whereas Gryffindor had been boisterous, and Hufflepuff an exercise in solidarity, Ravenclaw was pretty much boring. Sure there were clubs he could go to, and other activities he could join, like Quidditch practice, but there wasn't much social interaction. Or at least there wasn't enough in his books. Maybe he was too Gryffindor in his ways for this house. Or perhaps this group were mostly bookworms for a reason.
By and large, they were mostly boring. They talked about schoolwork all the time. All the bloody time! Harry mused. That and jobs. There was more to life than school and jobs. There was living to do. People to see. Jokes to tell and pranks to pull. As is, the only people he could get interested in any sort of non-schoolish activity was Padma Patil and Terry Boot. Some of the other Ravenclaws that tried to get to know him mostly did it so they could have access to the library after hours (they hoped) or were trying to pick his brain for some easy answers (they wished).
But what bothered Harry the most about moving there was that when he tried to excuse himself out of whatever group had cloistered around him with the pretext of seeing his friends, they found more questions to badger him with, or threw requests at him to bring them study materials since he was going to the library anyway. Harry found ways to decline these requests (mostly by saying for the asker to get off his lazy bum and do it himself or he'd put him or her in detention), but it still bothered him that they didn't want him to see his other friends.
Harry couldn't help but think how Hermione would have grown as a person had she been put in that House. True, Gryffindor wasn't as ideal a place for her as Ravenclaw could be intellectually speaking, but Gryffindor did bring out her personality and in effect made her a more well-rounded person.
At the end of his two-week stint, Harry knew he wouldn't be coming back. He'd made some friends there and they were meeting him and his other friends in the library and Great Hall regularly, but he wasn't going to bunk in Ravenclaw again. That left Slytherin to try. But before he could do that, he needed to go back to Gryffindor if only for the weekend so he could officially be a Gryffindor while flying for them in the upcoming game.
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Harry actually stayed for several weeks in Gryffindor. One reason he did this was to see how much he could rile up Neville and his thugs. Harry and Hermione held impromptu study sessions at night in the common room to help anyone that wasn't comfortable coming to the library after dinner to study. Parvati and Lavender sometimes participated, but mostly it was second and third years who joined in. Harry was not surprised that Ron didn't participate as the one thing that was the same here as it was in Harry's dimension was Ron was just downright lazy. It wasn't that he lacked intelligence (well, he had some smarts if little common sense), after all he could outplay anyone in chess. But other than chess and Quidditch, Ron's smarts were pretty much tapped out.
Neville was smart. He knew his spells even if he had difficulty performing them in class. Some things he knew well, other simple things he struggled with similar to Harry when he'd first attended Hogwarts. Harry sometimes wondered if he had limiters on his powers but when he'd gotten close to the boy in Herbology a few times he hadn't sensed a magical drain at all. Harry just chalked it up to his attitude interfering with his ability to learn.
At the end of the week, it was time for the first Quidditch game of the year. Harry thought he might actually perform better this go around than the last time since Quirrell wasn't out to get him. At least he hoped the professor wasn't out to get him. No, Harry was currently grading all papers in DADA from 1st-through-4th years so he was pretty sure the man wouldn't want to get rid of him just yet. If he did, then he'd have to go through the papers (that is, if he even did it the first time around).
A few odd things started happening during this time. Well, one wasn't so odd as it was expected: Snape's attitude towards taunting Neville took an upswing. Partly since the boy thought it would be funny to bring in some Snickerdoodles and put them on his desk similar to bringing an apple for a teacher. It didn't earn him any good graces and instead, the scrutiny he was placed under increased his jitters to the point where he exploded three more cauldrons. Harry could commiserate with what was happening to the boy, but he wasn't about to help him out considering he was as much a jerk as he was at the beginning of the school term.
The other odd thing was that several older girls started flirting with Harry. Now, Harry wasn't that good in the relationship department but did have eyes and did notice when a couple third year girls walking ahead of him "accidentally" dropped a quill and one of them bent down to pick it up, wiggling her rear all the while in front of the apprentice.
This had happened several times along with other similar incidents. It was getting to be too much and Harry tended to avoid those types of confrontations if he could help it. After all, dating anyone "his" age (i.e., 11-ish) was just too weird. They needed to be of legal age at least for him. His body was 11, but his mind was 18, and thinking of younger girls like that was just too "pervy". He was glad that his young body wasn't responding to these flirts, but he did find himself gazing more than once on some of the 6th and 7th year babes.
And when he did that, his body was starting to respond. Why, or why, couldn't something be normal for him? Just once.
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