Harry Potter: From Young Wizard to White Devil

On the last day of the weekend, Vaughn had a very comfortable time.

He had successfully gotten close to Snape and was about to learn the Scarpin's Revelaspell he had long dreamed of, along with more advanced potions and magic spells. His years of hard work and persistence had finally paid off.

But for the other young wizards, the joyful weekend ended far too quickly. It slipped away before they even had time to react. Starting from the second week, the first-year coursework grew increasingly demanding.

Professors taught more content, assigned more homework, and raised expectations.

Even more pressing was the shift in interpersonal dynamics; by the end of the first week, friendships and rivalries among first-years were already taking shape.

Gryffindor and Slytherin, who shared several classes, developed a mutual dislike. Every time a joint class occurred, the students would sigh, then try to trip each other up—literally and figuratively.

Among them, the trio of Harry, Ron, and Malfoy quickly became the most iconic clash.

Though Malfoy feared Vaughn and didn't dare cross the line, he gradually realized that as long as he didn't provoke either Vaughn or Granger, they would leave him alone.

Especially when Harry and Ron made mistakes.

Thus began Harry and Ron's nightmare.

Imagine being in class with someone watching your every move, ridiculing you for the slightest error. You couldn't argue back, and trying to defend yourself only made you look worse.

"I never thought there'd be someone more annoying than Dudley," Harry complained to Ron after a frustrating Transfiguration class.

Ron nodded in sympathy. "I never thought anyone could be worse than Fred, George, and Vaughn combined!"

Hermione, offended, snapped back, "They're your brothers, Ronald Weasley."

She also couldn't stand Malfoy. Although he didn't dare to mess with her thanks to Vaughn, he always raised his chin smugly when passing her, as if afraid she'd taint his view.

Within a few days, however, the trio had slipped back into their usual pattern.

There's rarely lasting hatred between children.

Especially after Ron, under Harry's insistence, finally apologized to Hermione. The tension between them naturally eased.

Still, something lingered. Hermione no longer used Ron's nickname.

She now called him "Ronald," which Ron found deeply unsettling.

He later explained to Harry that Vaughn had scarred him—every time Vaughn played a prank, he would use Ron's full name. So now, Ron suspects Hermione's forgiveness might come with an agenda.

Regardless, due to Malfoy's arrogance and foul mouth, the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin—represented by Harry—dropped to an all-time low.

Vaughn was the lone exception among the first-years.

Over time, his habit of wandering through different Houses was gradually accepted. People realized that this academically gifted Slytherin who liked cats wasn't actually that hard to get along with.

Though it would've been better if his personality were a little more… conventional.

Vaughn didn't enjoy spending time with boys, but never refused the company of pretty girls.

Once, after returning from Ravenclaw on the weekend, he complained about the word 'dungeon' written on the door of the Slytherin common room. It was, he claimed, too gloomy and ruined his image in Ravenclaw.

So he cast a spell and changed it to "Sea View Room."

Peeves promptly reported this to Filch, and the news spread like wildfire through Hogwarts.

No one knew why Professor Snape didn't punish Vaughn. Given that a prefect had recently ended up in the hospital wing for less, no older student dared tamper with Vaughn's spell.

Filch, the Squib caretaker, tried for days to scrub the magically inscribed phrase but failed and eventually gave up.

From then on, the Slytherin dungeon was known as the Sea View Room.

Every young snake who passed under the sparkling letters felt momentarily dazed, as if the murky Black Lake outside had suddenly become a sunlit beach.

Adding to the absurdity, Gryffindor's infamous twins, Fred and George, often visited the entrance to Slytherin's common room holding posters of Muggle bikini models borrowed from a wizard friend.

They'd shout at every student coming and going:

"Welcome to Weasley Real Estate Co.!"

"Lakeside beaches! Mermaid babes! Everything your heart desires!"

It caused a commotion every time.

Then came Thursday, bringing more dread to both the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms—first-years were finally starting flying lessons. The schedule had been posted on Monday.

Initially, everyone had been thrilled. Seamus Finnigan loudly boasted about his flying past, claiming he'd practically been born on a broom.

Ron also told Harry an exaggerated tale about riding Charlie's broom and nearly colliding with a Muggle airplane.

"…It was so close. I even shook hands with a Muggle!" he insisted.

This lie didn't survive long under Hermione's scrutiny. "Muggle planes aren't open-topped, Ronald Weasley. You couldn't have held a Muggle's hand."

Ron blushed. "What do you know? How do you know they don't exist?"

Hermione smirked. "Oh, they did exist—about eighty years ago. Unless you're a time-traveling octogenarian, I doubt you saw one."

The debate left Harry even more confused. Having never flown on anything, not even an airplane, he had no idea whom to believe.

Compared to himself, raised in the Muggle world, his classmates from wizarding families must have had plenty of experience with brooms.

Take Malfoy, for example.

Harry didn't want to be humiliated in front of him. So, before class, he nervously sought out Vaughn to ask for advice on riding a broom.

Vaughn rolled his eyes. "I've never flown one either."

Harry hesitated, pointing to Ron. "But Ron said he—"

"Yeah, yeah. He nearly hit a Muggle plane, right?" Vaughn laughed. "That was a dream he had after I took him to a Muggle movie. Don't worry, Harry—they're all bluffing. Even wizard parents rarely let their kids ride brooms before Hogwarts."

Harry wasn't sure whether Vaughn was being sincere or just trying to comfort him.

That uncertainty stayed with him all the way to class.

When the students from Gryffindor and Slytherin gathered before their brooms, Madam Hooch—the flying instructor and Hogwarts' Quidditch referee—called out, "Now that I've explained the precautions, what are you waiting for? Stretch out your right hand over the broom and say, 'Up!'"

"Up!"

Harry's broom shot into his hand immediately. He looked around in shock.

None of the loudmouths from earlier had managed to succeed. Only Hermione's broom wobbled on the Gryffindor side.

And on the Slytherin side, only Vaughn's rose to his hand.

So much for all that bragging.

Vaughn was surprised, too. He'd never had any strong interest in broom-flying, and his system hadn't listed it as a separate talent.

He had fully expected, he would need several tries.

Still, natural talent was nothing to complain about.

When Madam Hooch gave the signal to take off, both Vaughn and Harry soared into the sky.

Below, a sea of envious young wizards watched them rise.