Harry wondered why Ron have to be in Gryffindor with Neville. Now he was alone in Ravenclaw. He looked at his year mates, taking note of them. He sighed as he pushed around his breakfast. At least Anthony Goldstein was friendly enough and didn't seem to mind his fame as Harry Potter. In fact, the blond boy was practically the glue in their dorm. He was very friendly in comparison to their more solitary dorm mates. Harry wasn't sure if they were intimidated or just being typical bookworms.

Harry sighed, "Ah...the curse of scholars...introverts,"

Anthony called him from the door of the Great Hall, "Harry, we are going to be late to our first class!"

Bless Anthony.

The first class was a little boring. In fact, Harry quickly found that the first month was full of nothing but theories and essays about the safeties and dangers of the classes. Not that he didn't get it, but it was boring due to the repetitive nature of them. Even Prof Snape's class was only interesting due to the man's penchant to wax poetry about potions of all thing. Also, he's cheating, Harry swear. He must have taken some sort of potion for the voice. The only one who he had seen caused the same impact in the class as Severus was his Dad. When Danny read anything, with his ghostly echo that seeped into people's brain, he could easily hypnotize them. Harry would know. He grew up falling asleep to the man's voice. Not to mention, the way his Mum would looked like she was dreaming whenever he sang or read poetry to her every Valentine, Harry knew what hypnotic voice would sound like.

He bet that Prof Snape have teenage girls for fans...and maybe a few boys.

He also wondered if the man kept contact with Aunt Ellie.

By the last weekend of the month, Harry took out his violin to stress play. He didn't care that the Great Hall was staring at him for his sudden performance. He just thought that that 'Cinematic Classical Violin' cover by Rafael Krux would convey his stress of doing nothing but theories and essays about class ethics. By the time the last tune echoed in the silent hall during dinner faded, Headmaster Dumbledore was clapping his hand in merriment, "Well said, Mr. Khaos! Well said! Especially for the first month,"

Terry Boot asked his closest House mate, "What did he mean by that?"

Harry answered him, "That is how stress sounds like if it have sound,"

Since then, Harry used either his violin or his kalimba to express his emotions and thoughts without wanting to be outright rude to people. Most of the time, it was the kalimba. The 'Lost Wood' from his favorite game was good for thinking and avoiding conversation in his Common Room. Harry didn't not like his House mates. But they were dull and preferred to just read whatever subject struck their fancy than discussing things like magical steam train's engine.

By the second month in Hogwarts, he was leeching on Ron for emotional support.

Ron grunted, "Harry, get off. You're heavy!"

Harry whimpered, "But I need emotional support, Ron. Only you...almost get me,"

Ron rolled his eyes, "No. That's a flaming lie and you know it. You want Luna, not me,"

Harry sat beside him, still half draped over the ginger, "True. She gets me," He then stared at Ron's essay, "Sheesh...Prof Snape is going to give a 'T' for how short and empty that is, Ron,"

Ron sighed, "Look, I am doing my best-,"

"Which is nothing,"

"-and you nagging me like Granger is not going to give me inspiration to write longer!" He ranted.

Harry frowned, "Who?"

Ron huffed and pointed at a bushy haired girl scribbling away on her parchment, "A horrid, most annoying know-it-all. She is such a show off!"

Harry stared at her before shrugging, "Whatever. Anyway, can I borrow Scabber? I want to know if I can make a tiny violin using his gut for strings,"

Ron pulled a disgusted look, "Harry, lay off Scabber!!"

Anthony saved Ron by pulling on Harry, "Come on, Harry. We have Flying lesson next,"

Ron looked at the golden haired Ravenclaw, "I am so sorry for him,"

Anthony shrugged, "No. I think Harry is fun,"

Ron shook his head with a sigh, "Your funeral,"

Harry thanked his Papa James' gene for the ease with which he flew. But he still preferred flying with nothing. He wasn't shy at showing it off either. Danny had made the mistake of helping a floating baby in Hogsmeade, who had somehow had an accidental magic and floated like a balloon from her cradle, by flying without aid. Naturally, his Dad did not give an answer and allowed the rumor mill to answer for him. So just like the nosy journalists pulling their hairs by the root whenever it came to his family and their oddities, the rumor mill of Hogwarts churned out answers on why Harry bloody Potter-Khaos can fly without his broom...

...because he accidentally left his broom behind (mid-air!) when he was distracted by a butterfly that flew higher than him and he wanted to know what species it was.

Filius Flitwick, his Head of Ravenclaw House, sighed, "Mr. Khaos, as curious as I am regarding your flying ability without the aid of brooms and other manner of flying objects, I have to ask you to please not give Madam Hooch a heart attack...and an impending liver problem,"

Harry asked, "Why the liver problem?"

Prof. Flitwick sighed, "She wanted to fly like a bird, Mr. Khaos...and she couldn't become an Animagus,"

Harry hummed, "...poor Madam Hooch,"

Within that same week, there was a petition against allowing him to play in Quidditch. Ravenclaw, despite not being a big nutcase in regard to the sport on brooms like the other Houses, tried to defend Harry's right to play should he wish it. However, from the tension between teams, Harry decided that he wanted to join the Music Club under his Head of House.

Though they preference to use toads for choirs rather than a real music instrument turned him off.

Harry ended up in the Astronomy Tower half an hour before his Astronomy Class belting out the 'SOS' cover by Dimash Qudaibergen from the fact that he wanted to sing and not the toads. Ron sighed as Harry finished impressing his classmates as well as Prof Aurora Sinistra who caught the tail end of his performance, "Bloody hell, Harry. You are lucky you're good at singing or you would have woken up the dead,"

Nearly Headless Nick shook his hand, "Oh, I don't mind. That was beautiful!"

The other gather ghosts agreed with him, giving Harry their admiration as the Astronomy Professor shooed them all away so that she can start her class. Ron groaned, "Of course the dead will enjoy it. You spent your childhood growing up singing and impressing the ghosts of Shrieking Shack,"

Now, for context, Ron wasn't aware of the position of Danny or the status of Elsa. He only knew that the Shrieking Shack was more haunted than what people whispered around. He had only been over once or twice, preferring his home more because he was scared stiff by the Fright Knight who threatened him the first time he visited Harry's home, but Ron was very much aware that Harry grew up with ghosts like relatives visiting for the day. It was extremely bizarre to him as Harry and his family acted like it was normal for ghosts to come and go. Not to mention, Danny can scare even the rowdiest ghost.

This only further solidify Ron's misunderstanding that he was a necromancer.

Still, Hogwarts soon became used to Harry's eccentricities. He did his homework well enough and knew his subjects intimately. By the time wand work classes begin, it wasn't surprising to see him excel in that too. Also, his calligraphy was a thing of envy as he wrote fast but his strokes were beautiful to read. It was almost romantic and he somehow started a calligraphy craze in Hogwarts when other students saw his essays.

Not to mention, his choice of writing utensil was almost scandalous to the purebloods; fountain pens. As opposed to the cumbersome quills, Elsa decided that Harry should step up and use the fountain pens. It wasn't as fragile as quills but not soulless as normal office pens. Like the quills, to properly use the fountain pens, one must be able to control their writing pressure and their wrist. Most new bloods do not understand why quills were a wizard's favorite writing tool. It was because certain magical manuscript cane be preserved by using certain magical bird's plumes. Not to mention the training to control their wrist and the discipline of the mind when writing using the quills were also something that wizards and witches must know as it can help with their wand work.

Harry can use both quills and fountain pens who worked like a quill but sturdier and less messy. He can also use glass pens but those were more fragile than a brass fountain pen.

Because of how quick he write his essay and his nonchalant use of the muggle invention, some new blood students started to use the same writing utensils as it was certainly easier to learn and less cumbersome than the quills that needed sharpening now and then.

Basically, besides starting a new trend at Hogwarts unknowingly, life was normal for a wizard...

Until Halloween arrived.

~

Danny opened the letter that was dropped onto him via Fawkes' Mail Delivery and stared at the what was written. Elsa sleepily opened her eyes to look at what the commotion about and Danny answered, "Somehow Harry decided to stick his wand up a troll's nose,"

Elsa was both disgusted and confused, "Why?"

He hummed, "Something is going on at that school. I'll go visit Albus...tomorrow," He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her down, "Today is about us,"

She tried to argue, "But Harry-,"

"Is fine~!" He cut her off, "He was only in trouble for deciding to help a girl who was in the toilet, separated from the rest of the school because Ron said that she was being a nightmare and a few Griffin kids said something about her crying in the toilet because Ron said what everyone was thinking. The boy's a savage,"

Elsa doesn't look convinced by his argument. So Danny kissed her before she could tell him why they should get up and head to Hogwarts. Danny won't worry much. Sure, Harry should have called for a teacher and he was sure that the boy was sweating in the Hospital Wing, knowing that he had made a mistake...somewhere.

But since there was no urgency in the letter, Danny won't worry too much.

He will leave the lecturing to Elsa, though. Harry hated disappointing her more than he feared getting in trouble with Danny. So he will let the naughty boy wizard stew for the night...

The next morning found Danny bright and early lounging in the Headmaster's office. Normally, parents won't involve themselves too much in their children's life in Hogwarts but Harry was a special case. His life will always be in danger for as long as Tom Riddle exist somewhere out in the world. Ellie reported that the trail she have been following had gone cold...again.

If there was one thing that this psycho knew, it was hiding his trail.

Albus appeared from his bedroom, surprised by his presence, "Danny? How can I help you?"

Danny smiled, "Why is there a troll in a heavily secured place such as Hogwarts when we both know that the barrier that have held for over a millennium should be able to keep it out?"

Albus hummed, "Well...I know lying to you is nigh impossible so..."

Danny listened to the man's plan. He can understand why the stupid stone was here as Flamel was aware that only someone who was already inside Hogwarts can get to it. Hogwarts was that magically fortified. He was a little surprised that the pseudo-immortal was planning to die though.

He then asked, "Albus?"

Albus looked up from his breakfast, "Hm?"

Danny said, "Dumb kids. What are your plans with them?"

Albus blinked, "What about children?"

Danny sighed, "Albus. I know teenagers. Most of my dumbest shits happened around this age of my life and let me tell you, you can plan against schemers and human nature but it is almost impossible to plan against idiots. And teenagers are idiots who thinks that they are geniuses. If anything, they are idiots that are so stupid they are mostly likely to do 180o and became geniuses, but not in the way you expected,"

Albus hummed before frowning, "Harry...you mean,"

Danny sighed, nodding his head in exasperation, "Yes! He is nosy! Well meaning and good natured but nosy!" He shook his head, "I can already imagine him accidentally paving an easy way for your thief to get to that rock of ages you are keeping safe just by trying to play the hero,"

Albus rubbed his temple, "I had not thought of that, I admit,"

Danny shrugged, "I only thought of it because I would do whatever he would do,"

"I see,"

~

Harry somehow gained a frenemy in one Hermione Granger. He was just fortunate that they were in different Houses. She was brilliant, yes, but he understood why Ron called her a nightmare. She was such a teacher's pet and not because she was smart. Yes. She was smart but she was also the sort to tattle tell on a student's misbehavior to a teacher no matter how small. She would think that she was doing the right thing because she was only following the rule. However, she was the sort of person the more easy going students would hate getting involved with as her attitude to control their studying habit would suffocate the fun out.

She was drunk with the feeling of superiority, even though she didn't realize it, and it showed with how she managed to chase away even her fellow new blood in their year from her. Harry noticed this because she was so bloody competitive against him in class! Harry was all about learning but Hermione was too rigid and by the book that she sucked out the fun in learning. She would scowl whenever he joked in class or gave an unorthodox example as his answer to any question asked.

In a simpler term, she was a nightmare.

Now, perhaps being rivals in academics would have been the only thing that connect them...had it not been because of his chivalry training kicking in during Halloween. Harry, after playing 'This Is Halloween' on his violin, decided to be bother with Ron during the Halloween Feast. He noticed Hermione missing as her hair was very obvious wherever she goes and Ron went on a tirade about her attitude towards them. He was completely worn down by her and ended up snapping.

Even when the feast had long started, Hermione Granger was still missing from the Great Hall.

And Harry, being raised to be a noble and chivalrous little Prince Charming by Elsa, though one won't be able to see it under his eccentricities that he adopted from Danny, decided to find her where the girls near him gossiped about. Needless to say, that whole incident could have been handled better...had he not panicked when the mountain troll lumbered towards their location instead of the dungeon where they should have been.

Prof McGonagall had stared at him, asking, "Are you sure you're in the right House?"

Harry simply shrugged, "I'm not the one Sorting me, Professor,"

Since then, Hermione have been friendly with him, Ron, and Neville. Ron and Neville had stuck together since Ron adopted him from under Harry's wing. He refused to let the blond be corrupted by Harry's 'madness'. Oh well, Harry still have Anthony to corrupt into the ways of mad scientists.

Anthony gave him a weird look when Harry beamed at him.

But back with Hermione, she will always choose a seat closest to Harry whenever their Houses have joined classes. Not that Harry mind too much. He just wish that she will stop trying to take his nose or ear off with how quick she raised her hand to answer a question. Still, other than that habit to answer any question given, she was more bearable as Ron's cruel but necessary words cut deep and left an imprint. She was certainly less bossy and didn't hound the other students to follow the rule by the book.

Right now, though, Harry could use not having her staring over his shoulder as he wrote down the periodic table into his potion notebook. She asked him after a long while, "Why did you write the title as 'Potion' but you are drawing the periodic table of the elements?"

Harry shared a looked with Anthony and Neville before sighing, "Because I want to compile the periodic elements of the potion ingredients and their reactions when added with other certain ingredients to better understand how certain elements being mixed together bring out certain reaction," He sniffed, "This is going to be a break through once I'm done,"

Hermione stared at him the book before asking, "Why Neville and...Anthony, right?" She asked the only other Ravenclaw hanging around Harry, to which he nodded. She continued, "Why Neville and Anthony?"

Harry pointed at Neville, "Neville's a prodigy with Herbology," He then pointed to Anthony, "Anthony is distantly related to Newt Scamander through his Aunt. So he grew up knowing more about magical animals than most other kids in Hogwarts,"

Hermione hummed, "I see..."

He wondered what she was on about as she left.

Although Hermione never bothered him more than the usual, Harry noticed that she would follow him and his friends around when they were free. Feeling sorry for her, he nudged Ron and the ginger relented after the nth time nudging in the course of a full week.

He asked Hermione, "Are you joining us?"

Hermione looked skeptical at first so Harry told her, "I don't mind you joining us. Just don't be bossy and we'll be good. Also, breaking rules is a thing with me. At the very least, memorize the school's rule book because you should at least know what you're breaking,"

Prof McGonagall, who was nearby, warned, "Mr. Khaos. Stop trying to corrupt the other students into breaking rules with you. Your parents are just a phoenix call away,"

Harry grimaced quietly, "Don't I know it?"

Since then, whenever they have time, the trio of Griffins can be seen hanging with the duo of Ravens around Hogwarts. Also, Hermione knew how to play the harmonica and Neville was interested in the kalimba so coming across them playing some music while waiting for the others to finish their homework became a common sight. Of course, the story of Harry Potter-Khaos having the voice of an angel became well known.

Not that he hid his interest in the musical art.

By the time Yule came around, Harry was quick to sign himself up for the trip home. When he heard that Ron and his brothers had to stay back since their parents wanted to visit their brother in Romania, he invited them over to celebrate with his family. Although Percy declined the invitation, wanting to spend Yule in peace, the others were quick to join him. Hermione heard them and lamented that she can't join them. Anthony was also invited, though he declined as he wanted to celebrate Chanukah with his family. Harry was surprised to learn that his new friend was Jewish, "I never have a Jew for a friend before,"

Anthony simply laughed at the admittance.

So when the holiday started, Harry was quick to drag the Weasley brothers towards Hogsmeade with Hagrid as his guide since Percy refused to come along. Hagrid was so happy to talk to them that he accidentally let them know about his still incubated pet dragon. He quickly begged them, "Please don't tell anyone,"

Harry only thought that pet dragon and a hut made of wood sounded like a forest fire just waiting to happen.