Harry Potter: Return From Future

"Mr. Potter," said Minerva getting over her hesitation. "I believe that I can only inform about your decision to headmaster Dumbledore."

"I am afraid I cannot say anything further on this matter," she added.

Harry again shook his head, "You have all the say, Professor McGonagall."

"You are not only the head of house under whose authority all these decision lie, you are also the vice- headmistress of Hogwarts," Harry continued. "And you can inform headmaster about my decision."

"It makes no difference to me," Harry declared. "I would not be even a single divination class. Instead, I would be attending the classed of Study of Ancient Runes."

"I told you so that you can make changes in my timetable," he added. "I was not seeking any permission. What subject a student chooses as an elective is entirely his prerogative."

"What is this sudden problem with divination, Harry?" Minerva asked.

Harry shrugged, "Why would I want to go to class where I learn nothing and the professor 'predicts' my death 3 to 4 times every week?"

"Well, I have another subject where I learn nothing but I do not have option about that class," Harry quipped. His jab at the 'potions' was not missed by anyone.

Minerva knew that what Harry said was truly logical and even she herself did not consider 'divination' a subject.

She gave a stiff nod and walked back to the teacher's table.

"Professor Babbling," said Harry as he turned towards her. "I wonder when you can arrange the test for me?"

Babbling was excited to have a chance to have a contact with Harry Potter, even if it was purely professional. But she did not want to appear to eager and knew that Albus Dumbledore and his schemes and his influence on Harry Potter were not be taken lightly. She decided that it was wise to wait for some time and see the reaction of Albus Dumbledore.

"I think I can arrange that tomorrow, Mr. Potter," she said.

Harry gave a nod, "Thank you, professor."

Babbling gave a curt not and walked away.

Harry meanwhile sat back while Hermione and Ron were eyeing him as if to bombard with questions.

"Harry," Hermione asked. Her excitement was all over her face. "Are you really going to join Study of Ancient Runes?"

Harry nodded while Ron almost screamed, "But why would you do that?"

"I would be alone in that class," he grieved.

"I already told my reasons," Harry said. "And if you feel alone, you can also change the classes."

An unsightly expression appeared on Ron's face. But he said no more. He could only hope that Albus Dumbledore either rejects Harry's change of subject or convinces him to not change classes.

Harry, having completed his breakfast, his eyes roamed around the Hogwarts' great hall. His eyes landed on a pair of girls at the Slytherin table. Seeing them a smirk flashed across Harry's mind and a mischief took over his mind.

He with a wide grin got up from his table and started to walk towards the Slytherin table. Since, Harry passed through the empty space in front of the teacher's table and he was walking towards the Slytherin table, his action naturally drew attention from every person present in the hall which included the professors at the table- Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Bathsheda Babbling, Filius Flitwick, Pomona Sprout and Poppy Pomfrey.

By the time Harry reached the two girls, every eye in the hall was fixed on him.

"Miss. Greengrass," Harry said with a charming smile. "Good morning."

Harry's arrival towards her and his wish put Daphne in a daze and shock.

"Good… morning," she instinctively stammered.

"I thought a lot about what you had said," Harry continued but he was done only half way when a certain bat loomed over him.

Snape face was a mixture of irritation and anger and loath and hatred.

"What are you doing here?" Snape spat with hated. "Potter."

Harry slowly turned his head; his grin was still present on his face. He looked at Snape as if looking at an idiot.

"Go back to your seat," Snape continued. "Minus 10 points for your indiscipline and ruckus."

Harry did neither move nor immediately moved from his seat. He remained there for some time quietly. Snape was about to shout more but Harry moved.

He bent towards the Slytherin table and picked an unused spoon from it.

"Professor McGonagall," he shouted from where he was standing. "Can you transform this spoon into a broom please?"

A frown was present on Minerva's face as she asked, "Why is that for, Mr. Potter?"

"OH!" Harry snarled. "I would sweep the dust or anything which must have formed over this particular piece of stone on which I am standing."

He clarified everyone's confusion, "After all, there must be some line engraved on it which might read- Harry Potter standing here and talking to a Slytherin student is indiscipline and causing ruckus."

"After all, it is visible with a naked eye to professor Snape but not to me."

Following Harry's words- which was nothing less than a backhand slap to Severus Snape, a pin drop silence ensued in the great hall. Snape's face further contorted into anger and rage.

"You…" He tried to shout.

Harry cut him off.

"Please, professor," he requested Minerva McGonagall. "And please make it to last for few weeks."

"There might be a lot of such stones and I could only carry the broom in my hand so that I do not miss everything which professor Snape can read and I cannot," he added.

Snape words struck in his throat and the silence lasted only for few moments when the entire hall barring Slytherin table erupted in laughter. Even the other professor had a somewhat smiling face and some were barely stopping themselves to erupt into full fledged laugher.

Snape gave one last look full of hatred to Harry as he flapped his robes and walked away.

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