Harry Potter: I’ve always been here.

Harry shrugged, "I doubt I'll be attending History at all. There's other classes I'd skip if I thought I could get away with it. But I'll have to be satisfied with the ones I can skip."

"Which ones would you blow off?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry frowned and shrugged, "All of them probably. Since I highly doubt any of them are going to teach me anything earth shaking. I'm only here because events are centered on Hogwarts, and while events are similar to our world that is going to rapidly change as I change things. However, I was thinking specifically of Herbology and Potions. Bloody useless classes." "Potions aren't useless!" Draco interjected, with a combination of shock and indignation.

Harry kept walking but turned to Draco with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't say potions were useless." Draco opened his mouth to argue that statement and Harry cut him off. "I said that potions class is useless."

Draco scowled, "Snape is one of the premier Potions Masters in the world."

Harry nodded, "Of course he is. However, he's a shite teacher. 'Instructions are on the board. You have two hours.' is not teaching. Especially when you then sweep around trying to intimidate people into making mistakes, while simultaneously letting the Slytherin's get away with everything up to and including attempted murder, or at least the reckless endangerment of other students." He walked for a few more moments, then said, "On top of that, at least on our world, he was a petty and immature bully who never got over an old grudge with my father over the fact that James Potter was fucking Lily Evans."

Harry had gotten fair at potions out of necessity, but it had never had anything to do with Snape's instruction. It had been pretty much a combination of Neville's knowledge of herbology and constant repetition from Hermione as they made his large stock of potions, before they died, and then a little bit of learning on his own by trial and error.

Draco frowned, "Well… he's not… quite like that on this world. He doesn't tolerate any sort of pranks or screwing around from anyone. And he gives a bit more instruction than that." His tone was anything but a ringing endorsement. Harry snorted in response. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Draco didn't say anything to that comment and instead continued, "Yeah, I don't think Professor Snape would allow you to just blow off his class."

Harry shrugged, "I know. I figure if I skip those classes then Sprout and Snape will assign me detention. But if this Snape is anything like the last, I doubt he takes points off of Slytherin for it though."

Draco hesitated and just shook his head, not bothering to say anything else as Harry walked purposefully through the castle. They passed several groups of students, and Draco saw many of them make whispered comments or stare at the two of them.

Harry was completely immune to the stares and attentions. He had dealt with them all his life. This wasn't any better or worse than he normally dealt with. Harry lead them to down to the second floor of the castle and as they got off the stairs, just before they began to shift.

When they reached the landing, Draco finally spoke up. "Where are we going P-?" He cut himself off before saying anything further.

Harry turned his head, an annoyed look flickered across his face at Draco almost slipping up again. He elected not to say anything since the expression on Draco's face seemed to do enough for both of them. Instead he just shook his head as he guided them down a corridor with no portraits.

"We're here." Harry said without preamble before pushing into door in front of him. Draco's expression was confused, "This is the girl's bathroom…"

Harry nodded, "It's also the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."

Draco blinked. "You're… joking."

Harry just shook his head, frowning as he looked around, in front of him there was the familiar ornate and pillared sink. He was tempted to get out his wand, but instead he focused on the stalls in the bathroom.

"Myrtle?" Harry called out.

There was silence for several seconds before a scowling and translucent face poked it's head through one of the stall doors. "What? You look a little old for first years, and it's only the first day. Usually it takes a week or so before people will stop by to mock 'Moaning Myrtle'!" Draco opened his mouth to make a comment but a brief glare from Harry shut him up. Harry turned his head and full attention to the ghost as he shook his head and held up his hands in a placating manner. "We're not here to mock you or make fun of you in any way. I promise."

Myrtle floated out through the door of the stall, a suspicious look still fixed firmly on her face. "What do you want then?"

Harry could tell Draco wanted to make several comments but was merely keeping silent, for which he was grateful, knowing the smallest thing could set Myrtle off.

"I'd actually like your help with something," Harry said conversationally, keeping his eyes fixed on Myrtle's to convey his sincerity. He felt Draco start beside him again, so he kicked the other boy's shin without looking, his expression not changing in the slightest. "My help?" Myrtle exclaimed dramatically. "Who could possibly want Moaning Myrtle's help? If you think I'm going to wail at one of your classmates as a prank, think again!"

Despite her theatrics, Harry knew that Myrtle was actually paying close attention to him, so he kept his annoyance off his face. He was honestly asking Myrtle for her help, so he didn't have to fake his expression.

"No," Harry stated simply. "I wouldn't ask you to do something like that."

A puzzled look crossed Myrtle's face, but with the obvious things people ask her for off the table she could not disguise her interest in what Harry might have in mind.

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