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// Chapter 11 - Clearing the Classes 
// Story: Voidic and The Philosopher's Stone. 
// by lightningman 
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I woke up to an air horn in my ear. I jumped and yelled.
"AHHH! FUCK!!" I stopped barely from strangling the person who woke me up. Fred and George were both smiling. I looked and noticed Harry smiling. "What happened?" I groan and rubbed my face.
"You wouldn't wake up. So I went and got these two. We spent a few minutes talking about how to wake you up, eventually, we decided on it." At this, Harry pulled out another air horn and blew it in my face. I glared at him and shook my head. Pulling on my mask and getting all of my stuff ready for the day. We left and went towards the great hall. There was instantly whispering.
"There, look." I looked back to see a fourth year Hufflepuff talking to the third year Ravenclaw."
"Where?" The third-year asks.
"Next to the person who got sorted into all four houses."
"Wearing the glasses?"
"Did you see his face?" Asked another fourth Hufflepuff.
"Did you see his scar?" Asked a 6th year Ravenclaw. I shook my head and began to eat. I looked up to see Pinkie Pie sorting through a bunch of paper. Suddenly, She brightened up and ran out. People whispering about Harry and Pinkie began to fill the hall again. Harry looked like he was pretending to not hear them. A noble effort, I'm positive. Because you barely had to even listen before you heard the name 'Harry Potter.' I sighed and shook my head. I began to eat and Harry and I began to discuss things. Ron sat down with us as well and added his two cents on certain things. And in whispered tones, he asked us a question.
"Hey... Listen, Can your first victim be Snape? From what I've heard from other Gryffindors and a few Hufflepuffs, He's extremely biased towards Slytherin." Harry and I looked at each other and nodded.
"We'll run it by the twins. Hey, I have an Idea. You'll be our information broker within the Gryffindor House." I then looked at Neville, who was eating his food by himself, while Hermione was eating while reading through her books. "I'll see if I can get Neville to be our broker for Hufflepuff," I said as I got up. Harry and Ron waved by while I walked towards Neville. I sat down beside him. When he spotted me, he jumped slightly.
"Uh... Hi, V-Voidic. What are you doing here?" He asked shyly.
"Is it so wrong that I want to know the people in my dormitory better?" I asked, starting off slowly was the best idea with these kinds of people, if you be blunt, then they'll feel scared to go up against you and they will do it, but you'll have to keep them scared. But this way, they'll feel like they want to do it, instead of being forced to do it.
"Oh?" Neville relaxed. "Well, what did you want to know about?" He smiled a little.
"I just wanted to know what you think of the classes?" I smiled underneath my mask, trying to keep Neville as calm as I could.
"Oh! I think Herbology seems like a great class. I can't wait to try it out. Charms seems like a good class as well, But my gran doesn't like it that much." Neville muttered at the end. "She says it's a soft subject and that I should go for Transfiguration."
"Don't let her influence your decisions that much, ok, Neville? If you do, You'll just grow more scared of them and what your family will think of you. Trust me, it happened to me too. But I don't want you to end up like how I ended up." Neville's curiosity got the better of him at this.
"How did you end up?" Neville asked. I glanced around at the other people without moving my head and noticing that a good portion of them were eavesdropping. Of course, they would want more information about me. I was an unknown variable. I shook my head at him.
"I don't want to talk about it." I then whispered to him, so that only he could hear. "Listen, Neville. I need your help." Neville blinked and leaned in to hear.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Have you noticed the lack of interhouse coordination and friendships? Gryffindors stick to Gryffindors. Ravenclaws stick to Ravenclaws. And Hufflepuffs stick to Hufflepuffs. Hell, It seems like the only unifying factors between all of these are that they hate Slytherins. I need you to make some friends with Hufflepuffs and act as an Information Broker for me. Because If I did it, it would seem suspicious."
"But your the only multi-sorted in Hogwarts History! What would they have to be suspicious about?"
"This is the house of The-Boy-Who-Lived. And I've already shown a level of familiarity with him. People would be suspicious as to why I'm leaving him for another house. But you're different. You're so like a Hufflepuff, nobody would think twice about it. Your loyal to a fault and the other Hufflepuffs would treat you like one of their own." Neville blushes at the compliments and nods. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't go to them just yet. Wait for tomorrow then hang out with them, test the waters as they say in the Muggle World. If you left now, then it would be obvious that your acting on my asking. or 'Orders' As they would think." Neville nods and I smile. I return to normal speaking and Neville and I started talking about small things, about home life. (I veered away from my actual home and instead told him about my past life before I got thrown out.) Soon, the first bell rang and all of the first years got up and went to our first class.
(Guys, AT this point, I couldn't find a timetable that made sense. Because according to the books, The first potions class they have is in the morning on Friday. And I couldn't find any timetables like that, Because the only timetable I could find that remotely made sense was one that showed that potions were the second class on Monday. So I'm sorry, But I'm going to be taking some stuff off directly of the books and movies. So Don't yell at me.)
After we left for classes, we went up to the Greenhouses for our first Herbology lesson, She began by telling us just how dangerous some of the plants that were in this greenhouse were. And that in later years, we would go to different greenhouses to deal with even more dangerous and exotic plants. Then we began to learn the basics of plant handling on ordinary plants instead of the magic plants that were in the other greenhouses. I teamed up with Neville while Ron and Harry teamed up.
After Which was History of Magic. And everything the books told you about the class was true. If anything, they underestimated how boring it really was. While true, history of magic seems extremely relevant to any respectable wizard. Anyone would be put to sleep by Binns. Seriously, he has a monotone voice that kinda acts like white noise when you try to sleep. The actual classroom smelled rather nice as well as if taunting students to fall asleep. Which I succumbed to about 10 minutes into the lesson. A valiant effort as almost everyone else had fallen asleep at 5 or 8 minutes. When I awoke, the only one who seemed to still be awake was Hermione. Who was glaring at everyone else, though I could see her glared eased up slightly on Harry on seeing his condition apart from everybody else. I smiled under my mask.
After which was Charms, which was taught by a Filius Flitwick. A wizard that for sure looked to be at least part goblin. Or part Elf. It could honestly go either way. He explained the definition of Charms after he took attendance. (Falling off his stack of books when he came to Harry's name in the process.)
"Charms is the area of spells that affect the properties of items you cast the charm on. for example, We will be attempting the Lumos charm this month. The Lumos charm is meant to be a light source that attaches to whatever the caster chooses. Which is usually the tip of his or her wand. This charm is one of the most malleable charms known to wizardkind so far. It can be stuck to almost anything, it can be disappeared after a time limit, or it can be activated after something has happened of the caster's choosing. For example, it can be activated on motion that is around it.. and after a little bit of nothing happening, it can be turned off. But most wizards don't bother using this, as they think it's 'An unnecessary use of magic.' So, Everyone. I'd like you to practice saying it. LUMOS!" He called and his wand lit up. 
Everyone pulled out their wands and began saying Lumos with varying levels of success. Seamus's wand didn't do anything except spit out a few sparks. Harry's wand briefly lit up before dying back down. But easily the most entertaining was Lavender's wand, which burst into flames. Flitwick pulled his wand out quickly and a jet of water sprayed out the end of it, hitting her wand. Dousing it. I haven't attempted the charm yet, of which Flitwick seemed to be aware of. Because after checking that everyone was doing adequate progress, he came to me.
"Mr.Voidic..." He began.
"Please, just call me Voidic. Mr. Voidic was... Well, He wasn't my father. But I'm fairly certain he's a person in some form of reality." I said from underneath my mask. Flitwick chuckled,
"Indeed. But It seems you haven't attempted the charm yet. May I ask why?" He asked kindly.
"Probably because I wanted an audience to see it." I smile even wider underneath my mask. But I was actually thinking. "Actually, it's because I want the attention to be kept off of Harry." I thought.
"Well, you have some people looking at you." Flitwick chuckled as he looked around at most of the class looking at me. I smile.
"Indeed." I pulled out my wand and sighed. I then began to think. "Lumos maxima." My wand figured out the wand movement, which was flicking it, pulling it back then flicking it for a second time. And suddenly a blinding white light shot out the end of my wand and into the air in front of the school. All of the students gasped and ran to the window to look at the spell. Flitwick attempted to get his eyesight back. But when he did, he noticed the light that was out the window and looked at me looking sheepishly out the window while everyone else was amazed.
"Voidic..." He said slowly. "What spell did you just use?"
"Uhh... Lumos Maxima?"
"And you cast it silently?" Asked Flitwick amazed.
"Uh... kinda? Well, I kinda thought of the spell in my mind, and my wand kinda filled in the wand motions for me. He's special like that." I smiled.
"He?" Flitwick blinked in shock.
"Well, yeah. My wand has a level of sentience like my brother's wand. I don't know if you've heard about it or not. but I sure didn't know that it was a legendary wand that he created. My brother created the Harmonic Wand. but he calls her Sam." I then frown. "I still have yet to figure out a name for my wand though." Flitwick cricked his neck looking at me so fast.
"YOUR... Ahem... Your brother created the Harmonic Wand?" Flitwick asked as evenly as he could.
"Well... yeah? He created this wand as well. He said it was more powerful, but it didn't have the same level of sentience as Sam." Flitwick blinked in shock before sitting down in his chair.
"Class dismissed. Homework. Keeping practicing the Lumos charm." Flitwick said with a slight tremor in his voice. Everyone looked at each other and grabbed their bags quickly before Flitwick could change his mind.
The days continued on like this. What was the funniest was Minerva. Harry and I went into class early. I smiled when I saw Minerva was in her cat form. I went to the front and pulled a chair up to beside the desk. I began to slowly pet the cat. who stiffened slightly, before seemingly relaxing under my hand, I smiled and began to pour some magic into the various sore muscles around Minerva's body. The car meawed and slowly laid on the desk that it had been sitting on so I could get a better massaging position. Soon, the bell rang for the second time and almost everybody was in the class at this point. I smiled and leaned and whispered into the cat's ear.
"Your welcome, Minerva." The cat stiffened slightly and looked at me in what I could clearly see was shock. I smiled underneath my mask and put the chair back, before going to my seat. Soon, Ron was inside of the class.
"Whew. I'm here. I don't want to see what would have happened if McGonagall saw I was late on my first day." He told Harry and I as he went to sit down. but he was stopped by McGonagall as she jumped off the desk and transformed back into a witch. Ron was speechless. And everyone else was whispering and giggling as they realized that I had been petting McGonagall. Even Minerva had a slight blush on her face, I chuckled.
"Well, to stop you from being late, I should transfigure you into a pocket watch?" Minerva frowned at him. Though it was slightly hampered by the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile.
"Uh... Sorry Professor. But I got lost."
"Then maybe into a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seat." Minerva turned and went to her desk while Ron sat down sheepishly while everyone else burst into laughter. Soon, it died down as Minerva got everyone's attention.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will ever learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone caught messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." She finalized as she pulled out her wand and turned her desk into a pig. I immediately raised my hand.
"Yes, Voidic?" Minerva asked.
"What is that Pig made of? It seems to have the same pigment as an ordinary pig, but it doesn't seem to be moving. so I'm assuming that it isn't actually a pig. It would make sense if, in addition to changing the shape of the desk, you also changed what colour it was. But it actually seems more prudent to ask before making any conclusions." Minerva blinked and smiled a little.
"Ah, It seems you have a bit of common sense in you yet. most students ask me if this pig was edible or not." A few people chuckled nervously as they evidently were about to ask the same thing. "But the pig is indeed made of wood. But I didn't actually change the pigment of the wood it was made of, as that would make it rather obvious that it was actually not a pig. I merely chose a wood that most resembled that of skin." 
She then turned her desk back to normal and began to instruct us on various points of Transfiguration. Like telling us that objects transfigured into food and being fed to someone is considered a murder attempt. 
Then we began to try and transfigure a match into a needle. I pulled out my wand like everyone else. But nobody seemed focussed on their own match. they were all looking at me and what I would do. Minerva was frowning and looking at me to see what all the fuss was about. I smiled, not one to disappoint an audience. I closed my eyes and thought of a transformation. I imagined the match head, turning silver and thinning out smaller than it already was. I then imagined it getting a hole in the center of it, as well as all of the chemicals on the head transferring towards the desk that was in front of me. I then imagined the wooden part of the match turning silver and turning into what looked like a sword point. I opened my eyes to see the match standing on its end on the desk. I smiled and grabbed the needle. I stuck the point on the desk and whispered a hope to the void. I quickly struck the needle against the desk as if it were still a needle and the desk quickly lit on fire as the chemicals I had transferred from the match to it heated up from the friction I created.
Several people screamed and Minerva quickly called out "AGUAMENTI!" Another jet of water hit the desk and when it was extinguished, Minerva was glaring at me.
"Voidic. Would you please explain what you did that caused your desk to catch on fire that quick?" Minerva spoke with a rage and what seemed a bit of... admiration? What? Anyway, it was in her voice.
"Well you see, I didn't want the needle to catch fire every time friction hit the head of it, so I transferred the chemicals that were in the head of it to this desk. I merely wanted to see if it worked. Minerva glared a little bit before sighing.
"Well, I really should have expected this honestly. But don't do this again. And since your Multi-classed, I can't very well take points off from every single house just for this." She turned back to everyone else before muttering under her breath. "And you'd just ignore all of the detentions considering your also a teacher."
After that, we went to go for Defence against the Dark Arts. I could practically feel Voldemort's presence coming from the turban. Quirrel introduced us to himself and began to instruct us all of what dangers the Dark Arts held. But I have to say. I found his classes relatively... worthless. Honestly, he may have taught us some rather good stuff, but it was always hard to get past that stutter of his. Especially when he came to my name on attendance. He stuttered it at least a good ten to twenty times before he got past it. So instead of boring you all with specifics of what happened during the classes, I'll say this. I scared the shit out of Quirrel. Amazed the crap out of my classmates. And made Dumbledore slightly more angry at me for doing it from what I knew.
At the end of the week, Harry, Fred, George and I were all talking.
"What have we got today?" Asked Harry.
"Double Potions." I shrugged.
"Isn't that the one taught by Snape? The one that Ron asked us to prank?" Harry lowered his voice for us.
"Yeah. He's extremely biased towards Slytherin. I think we really should make him our next target." Fred said. Harry, George and I all agreed before we headed down to the dungeons for Potions. But not before Harry got a letter from Hagrid. Harry borrowed a piece of paper and pen from me and wrote down a response. Soon, we were on our way. We sat down in our placed and Snape began taking attendance. I pulled out my book just to make sure that everything is happening like it's supposed to happen here.
"Ah, yes," Snape said as I looked up. "Harry Potter. Our new... Celebrity." A few Slytherins chuckled. But Draco, Crabbe and Goyle didn't to my genuine surprise. Snape went down the list again, and when he got to me. He looked up and saw the book in my hand. He frowned.
"Voidic. What is that book in your hands?" The book in question looked like it had been through a lot of use, the hardcovers were completely stripped from the rest of the book, but the pages were all in good condition. some of the corners of the pages were bent.
"It's just a book that I wanted to read to avoid listening to you calling attendance," I said without looking up from my book. Snape snarled and I started to feel a pounding on the back of my head, I rolled my eyes and closed my book.
"Fine, Fine. I'm putting it away. No need for legiliemency." Snape snarled even more as quite a few students blinked. But the pounding didn't die down. I rolled my eyes and went into my mind. I went to the door and opened it up a little bit. I saw a floating orb of magic. When I opened up the door, the magic tried to get through. So I grabbed it roughly and I looked out of my eyes to see Snape growling and holding his temple. I smile and began to twist the orb in various places. Snape sat down and held his head and closed his eyes a bit. I then spoke in my mind.
"Snape. This is a warning. Don't enter my mind unless you want this to happen again. And trust me. I went easy this time." I smile as I threw the magic out and shut my door. I then got out of my mind as everyone looked to Snape, who looked like he was trying to bore a hole through me with his eyes. I merely smiled. He growled and began to pace the room, getting right into his speech.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even stopper death. If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." He continued to pace before he stopped at me and turned and yelled at me.
"VOIDIC! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" I raised an eyebrow at this. This was supposed to be Harry's question. Not mine.
"The basis for the Draught of Living Death. You need 2 or 3 more ingredients besides that, but you'll get the basis for it. If you just fed it to someone just like that though, you would actually kill them instead of sending them into a deep irreversible sleep." At this, Snape snarled at my correct answer.
"Fine... Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" He said.
"Well, I would probably look in the stomach of a goat. Although you can also find more powerful ones in humans. In which case, I would search for it in the bladder of an adult male that is at least past the age of thirty that has high blood pressure, diabetes and obesity. But Muggles usually call these Kidney Stones instead of Bezoars. I don't see why I would need it though unless your planning on poisoning me. I would take it because it would save me from most poisons." Snape snarled even more at my even more detailed answer.
"Last question. What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"Absolutely nothing, as they are the same thing, often being referred to as Aconite, which is used as an Ingredient in the Wolfsbane Potion. It is also used as an ingredient in medicine potions such as pain-relievers, diuretics, heart sedatives, and to induce sweating. but alone, it is highly toxic. It can also be used as an ingredient in the Awakening Potion, which is a kind of counter potion of The Draught of Living Death." Snape snarled as I looked out the side of my eye to seeing Hermione writing all of this down. Snape glared at me before saying this.
"Two points to all houses for your correct answers." Snape grumbled to general shock from everyone." Snape then began to put us on a simple cure boils potions. But I decided to try something. I smiled and began to take out the ingredients.
"Double, double toil and trouble;" I began to sing. I looked and saw Snape suddenly stop and whiten. Everyone else was looking at me confused, except for the muggle-borns who seemed to know what I was trying. I continue to sing and follow the instructions.
"Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting," Snape whitened even more and began to yell.
"VOIDIC!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! STOP!" I ignored him
"Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good." I finished the last stir and finally, I saw the potion begin to bubble up and it looked like it was changing colours rapidly. I blinked and realized it was going to blow up. I put my hand on the cauldron as Snape called out.
"EVERYBODY DOWN!" They all dived under their desks and I immediately began to pour my void magic into the potion, seeing that nobody was looking at me anymore. Soon, I noticed that the potion was beginning to calm down. I looked at the potion and it was swirling white. I blinked in surprise. Snape also seemed confused and got up from under his desk. He went and looked into my cauldron. Snape frowned and waved his wand a little bit. After a little bit. He blinked and widened his eyes in shock.
"Voidic? Do you realize what you've just done?"
"Uh... No?"
"You just created the cure for Lycanthropy," Snape said to me in shock. "What did you add?! With those ingredients that you added, it was supposed to become a massive explosion!"
"Uh... I'm sorry? But... I created a cure at least?" Snape was still staring at the potion in shock. So I immediately ran out of the class.
Later. I went to Hagrid's house with Harry. Who was nudging me and laughing at how I ran away from class. Fred and George had decided to join us. Soon we knocked on the door and loud barks that would shake you to your very core echoed out. I smiled, it was fang obviously. We then heard Hagrid's voice call. "Back, Fang, BACK!" 
Hagrid appeared at the door, with his gigantic beard taking up most of the entrance. "Ah, It's you, Harry. Hold on a sec. BACK FANG!" He bellowed as the barks suddenly subsided. We went inside and I looked around the shack. 
It really was one room, And it really wasn't meant for Hagrid in the slightest. He had to bend down slightly so he didn't scrap his head against the ceiling. there was old cooking utensils everywhere, as well as food hanging from the ceiling, which Hagrid dodged his head masterfully to avoid them. as if he learned from his previous mistakes of walking right into them.
"Make yourselves at home," Hagrid said as he frowned slightly at the twins.
"Hagrid, This is Fred and George." Harry introduced them. "You already know Voidic."
"Ay. I also know these two. Spent half me life chasing these ones away from the forest." Hagrid said as he handed us all some rock cakes onto a plate, which looked just slightly more well kept than the pewter cauldrons in Diagon Alley. 
The rock cakes were lumps that looked like they had been chiselled straight out of rock and raisins had been embedded in them a hundred years ago. I chuckled as Harry and the Twins all tried to eat the cakes while they told Hagrid about their lessons, Fang was resting his head on my knee, content while I petted him. 
I have to admit, I honestly thought that Fang was a sort of magical animal. But it seemed that he really was just a normal dog. Then Harry got to his lesson with Snape. Which even the twins listened on as he described how I created a cure for lycanthropy. Hagrid was shocked, needless to say. Also, the twins were staring at me with something close to reverence. He then described that after that mishap, the rest of the class, encouraged by my example, began making their potions with renewed vigour. But Neville had somehow melted Seamus's cauldron, making Harry lose two points for Gryffindor. Hagrid frowned a little but didn't say anything. Harry told him that he thought Snape hated him.
"Rubbish!" Hagrid said, his eyes darting to everywhere but Harrys' "Why would he?" He then hurriedly changed the subject to the twins brother Charlie, who was currently working with dragons. I subtly handed Harry a piece of paper. The article about the break-in at Gringotts. Harry blinked surprised when he finished reading.
"HAGRID! That Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might've happened while we were there... In fact..." Harry began mumbling fast. "I think the person who broke into the vault, was the one we had emptied." Harry looked straight into Hagrid's eyes. "I think the person who broke into Gringotts was after that package that you took out of Gringotts. Hagrid began muttering something about, "That's not important, Harry." And "Too young to concern yerself with stuff like this." Soon, We left the shack with kind words of farewell shared between us and Hagrid. I told Harry and the twins that I needed to get my class prepared. They all nodded understanding and I left to prepare for my class tomorrow.