Harry felt more than saw Neville cringe at Ron's words and narrowed his eyes at the red head. "Wait, you thought you would co over here and rudely interrupt my conversation with a friend, just to insult said friend and - what? I would suddenly leave Neville and want to hang out with you?" Harry said incredulously.
Ron stood stupidly, his mouth slightly open before he said, "Well, yeah."
Harry shook his head. "Unbelievable," he said, truly shocked at Ron's stupidity. "Why would I want to hang out with you? I don't even like you, you're rude and obviously only want to be my friend because of so silly title the dia gave for sothing I don't even rember doing."
"But-but, I'm a Gryffindor and you're the Boy-Who-Lived—"
Harry cut Ron off, "Why would I care what house you're in? Especially if it's Gryffindor when I'm in Ravenclaw!"
"Well, you were supposed to be in Gryffindor!" Ron shouted.
"Supposed to be?" Harry repeated, looking around and seeing the whole class was now silently watching their argunt.
"Yes!" Ron shouted. "You may as well be a slimy snake now; everyone knows that all the other houses are full of dark wizards! You were supposed to be in Gryffindor with ! We were supposed to be best friends and go on adventures and be heroes!"
Harry felt his eyes widen in disbelief as the class started muttering, all with looks of disbelief and anger on their faces. "There's nothing wrong with being in Slytherin! I would have been happy to be put in that house or any house - however, even if for so reason I had been put into Gryffindor, I would never be friends with sobody like you," Harry said, barely keeping from laughing out loud at Ron's hot headed announcents. How Harry had fallen for his act last ti he would never now.
"rlin, you're ruining everything!" Ron scread. Harry almost laughed at that and he wondered idly if Ron was actually stupid enough to blurt out all of Dumbledore's plans right now in front of their entire year group.
"Why? Because I was sorted into a different house from you, a boy I have never even t? Because I don't want to be friends with sobody who only wants to latch themselves onto like a leech for sothing I don't even rember doing? Because I'm not the perfect little Boy-Who-Lived you were told stories about growing up - the little light wizard hero? Well, I will never be that, I'm just Harry, I'm not so special super powered Gryffindor hero!"
Ron seed to vibrate before he actually let out a roar and actually launched himself at Harry. Harry, who saw the attack coming, simply sidestepped the redhead and watched as he fell, landing in a heap on the ground. The rest of the class stared in disbelief as Ron sat up and glared at Harry.
"Urg, I hate you!" he shouted.
Just then the greenhouse door opened and Professor Sprout appeared. Looking around at the shocked faces of her students and finally seeing Ron on the ground,, clearly worked up, she bumbled over.
"What's the aning of all this?" she asked, looking around.
Harry, who was busy staring at Ron, masked his internal glee as there was no way Dumbledore could expect to recover from this and turned to look at the small Herbology teacher.
"Honestly professor, I don't even know," Harry said with an incredulous voice.
"Yeah, Ron just went ntal," Neville said, sticking up for Harry.
The rest of the class nodded and muttered about the redhead's outburst.
Sprout seed to think for a minute before she shook her head and smiled at the class, "Right then, moving on. Hello, my na...."
~
Thinking about the argunt, Harry smirked.
"You never did say, Neville, what did you do to his skin the first night?" Harry asked, rembering the green with glee.
Neville smiled lightly. "Well, he was being so... you know...."
"Ronald?" Harry prompted.
"Yeah," Neville agreed with a light laugh. "He kept going on about Slytherins and becoming your best friend and a hero and well, I just...."
"Turned his skin green," Harry said, laughing.
"He really is a git, you know," Neville said.
"I'm just glad I don't have to live with him for the next seven years," Harry replied.
Neville groaned. "Please don't remind ," he whined.
"Just think, seven whole years of him and his Gryffindor light speeches," Harry added gleefully.
"Why weren't you put into Slytherin again?" Neville asked jokily.
"Why, the house of snakes couldn't handle my glory," Harry said loftily before both boys started laughing.
"Well, hopefully Ron will leave his speeches behind. He can't honestly believe such rubbish," Neville said.
"You never know, so people will believe anything," Harry muttered darkly, before he added in a normal voice, "Well, I don't care as long as he leaves alone."
"We've got Defence together now," Neville reminded Harry.
"Hopefully he'll stay as far away from as possible," Harry said, his mind now on Defence.
Harry had been both longing for and dreading having his first Defence lesson with Quirrellmort. He had yet to find an answer about how exactly he was going to save Tom. Harry was not even sure if Tom was even saveable - Harry knew he needed Tom to be alive and, that without him, he would never achieve true happiness, never be whole. Yet, he also knew that even before Tom created his first horcrux he wasn't a sweet innocent person; Tom had always been ruthless, cut throat, and determined. Harry was torn. Until he had found a way to return Tom's sanity, as much as he was able to, he didn't want to focus too much on how he felt about Tom Riddle.
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Like it had whenever Harry had seen Quirrellmort in this life, Harry's scar fluttered as he entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Picking to sit in the middle, Harry, along with Neville, Hannah, and Susan, all slipped into place without any trouble. Quirrell was sitting at the front of the class waiting for them all to arrive.
Seeing as they had ti, Harry leaned to his friends. "So ladies, are you excited for Defence?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, I heard from so of the older year badgers that Quirrell's got an awful speech impedint," Hannah whispered. "Everybody is talking about it - apparently it's because he upset so vampires."
Neville looked slightly fearful after hearing the word vampire. "Really? Do you think it's true?" he whispered, looking at them.
"Yeah, apparently he never had it before he left on his sabbatical," Susan said.
Harry leaned in conspiratorially, deciding to add so to the rumours. "I heard that's why his turban slls like garlic, it's to keep the vampires away."
Neville looked at them all with wide eyes. "You're joking," he said desperately.
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