Padma frowned. "Well, I am not sure that would help me that much."
Harry leaned on his hand, book set aside for the moment. "Maybe you could find out what spells go into paintings and portraits and pictures and stuff?" He grinned. "Maybe we could draw some of your mind animals into a painting." She clapped. "OOO, I could have a painting of goose mountain! It looks so lovely in the evening."
Terry looked stuck somewhere between 'I don't know what you guys are talking about' and 'Why would anyone want to go to goose mountain' and decided to strike out into safe territory. "Harry, I could use a project too. What do you think I should find?"
Harry shrugged. "Well, you clearly love Quidditch. Let's learn how to make our own brooms."
Even Hermione looked at him like he was crazy.
"What? These projects will take time, it isn't like we can accomplish all of them in a year." Harry stood and stretched. "The library spells we got lucky on, since they were designed to be really easy to learn and use. This other stuff may take us years honestly." He grinned. "That is what makes it valuable, no?"
Padma looked up at him. "But you seemed to do every spell easily."
"Maybe this will explain it..." Harry reached his hand out and touched his chair, transforming it into a lounge chair. "Now, I can do this easily, and it doesn't use TOO much of my energy. However, when Professor McGonagall does it, she uses a THOUSANDS TIMES LESS power than I do. She has control, so what she can do is amazing... I apparently was just brute forcing the results I wanted."
He sighed and relaxed in the chair. "I may actually have a WORSE time than you guys. I have so much power, I sometimes overload spells without even knowing it... making control one of the hardest things for me to learn. Not to mention that I am terrible at theory." Terry grumbled. "Not surprising is it? You haven't followed the rules of magic since I met you."
Harry grinned. "Yeah, impossible stuff is the most fun stuff."
The girls giggled as they went back to reading while Terry began trying to learn the search charm. Harry's notes helped a lot, but it still required more power than the boy was used to.
Severus Snape was a dark man who lived in a dark room in a castle FULL of dunderheads. Even now he felt a deep certainty, that around certain corners would be those damn three daemons who had tormented his school year, took his girl, and had risked his life with that MONSTER. Remus Lupin would get his someday, just like that blood-traitor Sirius Black did.
He paused... and began to shiver. He had been in the middle of making some headache relief potion, using school ingredients of course. No point in using his own precious stuff, and those brats wouldn't use it right any... oh his head.
What was the next step? For a brief moment, Snape just did NOT KNOW... oh, clockwise seven and a half... of course, of course.
He was trying to not get worried. Worry was for the weak, and Severus was NOT WEAK. Not like that damn Potter brat.
POTTER. That smug boy, walking like he wasn't the spawn of that wretched man. Like he wasn't ASHAMED to be here, in the presence of his betters. If he had just died, Lily would have been his. Maybe something could be added to his drink? Just a few drops of...
Snape's head bent as pain ran through it. Right, potion first, revenge planing for later. Maybe he would just let the boy make it to a few classes, so he could punish him for all the times his blasted father got away with those DAMN pranks.
He was worried about the memory lapses. Even through torture he had not had memory issues. They had seemed to have started back when he had looked inside those clearly guilty eyes of his. Dunderhead's mind was full of stupidity. Zoo animals, thoughts about ice-cream... it was amazing the boy could walk without hitting a wall.
Snape had reported it with glee to Dumbledore. The man was out of it, but Snape's past binding oaths required him to make reports about things like this, anything Snape had discovered. Old fool had clearly gone mental at some point.
True it hadn't seemed to bother the old man much. Although he did start drawing random animals...
Snape gritted his teeth as he continued to brew. He was sure this pain was caused by having to stand the presence of that damn boy, and Snape's displeasure would be well known as soon as the boy came to class.
For once, the darkly dressed man was looking forward to classes.
Hermione looked up after the third or so time someone had tapped her shoulder, only to see the group packed and ready to head down for dinner.
She frantically started to gather her books into a pile. "Sorry, sorry, got distracted."
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