Thomas looked at them as he spoke. "So, what's our first class?".
Snape looked at Thomas as he spoke. "Potion class, our teacher is someone named Orion Black"
Thomas looked as he spoke. "Huh, the interesting name".
Now, was Thomas a fan of Harry Potter? Yes, he was. Would he say he knew every character, who they were, what their roles were, and who their parents were? Will. No.
It has been 10 years and some Characters only get Mentioned once or twice yeah, he has a hard time remembering them.
Lily raised an eyebrow. "You don't recognize the name?"
Thomas shrugged. "It sounds familiar, but I'm blanking. It's been… a while."
Snape leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Orion Black. Father of Sirius Black. A known pure-blood supremacist, rumored to have strong ties with certain dark families."
Thomas blinked, his spoon hovering in mid-air. "And he's teaching Potions?"
Lily crossed her arms. "Dumbledore probably thinks it'll keep him in line. Or maybe he wants to keep a close eye on him."
Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. "Just great. First class of the year, and it's with a Death Eater waiting to happen. Not ideal."
He stood, brushing imaginary crumbs from his uniform. "Well, guess we'll just have to make an impression. Either he'll love us… or we'll end up as test subjects."
Lily laughed. "Let's aim for something in between."
Snape adjusted his collar. "As long as he respects skill, we should be fine."
Thomas nodded. "Time to find the dungeons. Hopefully the stairs cooperate."
After that, the trio made the way to the First Class; they met you with Sybill. As they rushed to the stairs, they saw one move and the 4 kids jumped and made; as they started to go then, they heard.
"BloodyDamm".
Thomas saw who said it was James, and he smirked. "Haha, good Luck Potter"
James scowled as he clung to the ledge the shifting staircase had cruelly left him on, his school bag dangling from one arm. "You're real funny, Lazarus!" he shouted up.
Thomas shrugged, walking backwards with a grin. "I try my best!"
Sirius groaned from beside James. "This school is mad. Who designs a place where the stairs betray you?"
Lily, Snape, Sybill, and Thomas turned a corner just as another staircase began to groan and pivot, forcing them to sprint the last few steps. Panting slightly, Sybill adjusted her glasses. "Is every day going to be like this?"
Thomas chuckled. "Only if you want it to be interesting."
Snape rolled his eyes. "Let's just make it to Potions class without nearly dying."
They reached the dungeon-level corridor, and the group slowed. It was dimly lit, cold, and faintly smelled of herbs, ash, and something sharper—like sulfur.
Waiting outside the door was a tall man with striking grey eyes, slick black hair, and an aristocratic posture. His gaze fell on the group, eyes narrowing ever so slightly on Thomas.
"So, the first years have arrived," he said coolly. "Do come in."
Thomas thought in his head. "Well... this should be fun."
The classroom was like something out of a gothic horror novel: stone walls, shelves full of odd ingredients in murky jars, and a faint green glow that seemed to come from nowhere in particular. Cauldrons lined the tables, and an old blackboard displayed today's lesson title in precise cursive:
"Introduction to Potion Brewing: Base Theory and Safety Protocols"
Orion Black strode in behind them, robes swishing with practiced grace. He didn't raise his voice, but everyone heard him clearly.
"Sit. Quills out. Silence."
The students scrambled to obey. Thomas took a seat beside Snape and Sybill, while Lily sat just behind them, notebook already open.
Orion glanced around, his tone clipped and cool. "My name is Professor Orion Black. In this classroom, you will learn to control the most volatile of magical arts—potion-making. Not wand-waving theatrics, not flashy charms. Here, discipline matters. Precision. Restraint."
He turned and flicked his wand toward the blackboard. Words shifted to display a diagram of a bubbling potion.
"A mistake in my class will not simply earn you a poor grade—it may earn you a trip to the infirmary. Or worse. So, do not test me."
Thomas leaned slightly whispered, "He's like a pre-Snape..."
Snape grinned faintly. "I like him already."
Orion's eyes darted to them. "Mr. Severus. Mr. Lazarus. Since you're both so interested in speaking, perhaps you'd like to define the term Base Stabilizer for the class?"
Thomas winced. He recognized the term, barely, from one of the theory books he had skimmed. He opened his mouth, about to fumble through it, when Snape answered confidently.
"A base stabilizer neutralizes volatile magical interactions between two core ingredients in a potion. It ensures the brew doesn't collapse before it can properly infuse."
Orion nodded, though his expression remained unreadable. "Correct. Five points to Slytherin."
Thomas whispered, "Owe you one."
Snape smirked. "That's three you owe me."
They began the brewing portion, assigned a simple Cure for Boils recipe. Thomas moved with care and discipline, relying on his martial training for steady hands and sharp observation. Sybill, surprisingly, was quite adept, though she mumbled ominous predictions about the "explosive nature of today's fate."
Halfway through the lesson, a loud bang echoed from James and Sirius's cauldron—purple steam billowing.
"Mr. Potter. Mr. Black," Orion said with a tired tone, "twenty points from Gryffindor. Detention if that boils over."
Thomas whispered to Lily, "He's almost as dramatic as Snape."
She stifled a laugh as she joked. "I think they're related."
As class ended, Orion looked at Thomas once more before dismissing them.
"You're not as unread as you pretend to be, Mr. Lazarus. Don't waste my time."
Thomas nodded silently, but inside, he was smiling. Looks like I left an impression already.
After that Harbology with Miss Pomona who was much younger, probably hee first heard of teaching and just had graduated from Hogwarts, was a breath of fresh air, from Orion class
Herbology with Professor Pomona Sprout was like stepping out of a dungeon and into a sunny meadow—figuratively speaking, of course. The class took place in one of the greenhouses behind the castle, where the air was thick with the scent of soil, damp leaves, and magical pollen. Unlike the cold precision of Orion Black, Pomona was warm, cheerful, and clearly nervous—though she masked it well.
"Good morning, everyone!" she chirped, brushing some dirt off her slightly oversized sleeves. "Welcome to First Year Herbology. I'm Professor Sprout. Yes, I did just graduate last year, and yes, I am qualified." She gave a wide smile, clearly expecting whispers.
Thomas leaned toward Sybill, whispering, "At least she's honest."
Sybill smiled faintly. "She has a nice aura. Calm. Like rosemary tea."
Their first lesson focused on identifying magical plants—harmless ones like Flutterleaf, Bubblegrass, and Sunwort. They were given simple gloves and shears and told to work in pairs to trim and repot a Flutterleaf, which liked to tremble if you touched it too quickly.
Thomas paired with Sybill again, while Lily and Snape worked nearby. James and Sirius were scolded twice already—once for shaking the plant to "see it flutter," and again for spraying water on each other with the enchanted watering cans.
Despite her inexperience, Professor Sprout had a certain kindness that made students relax. When Thomas carefully repotted his Flutterleaf without a single leaf drooping, she beamed at him.
"Well done, Mr. Lazarus! Excellent control."
"Thank you, Professor," Thomas replied, hiding his pride behind a calm nod.
Sybill peered into the dirt as she worked. "I see roots in curious shapes. Possibly a good omen."
Thomas smirked. "Let's hope it's not the kind of omen that ends with detentions."
Sprout went to the other students as she stopped at Lucius' table. "You're doing very Good Mr Malfoy"
Lucius looked at her. He nodded. "Back home, my mother has a Garden; I sometimes take care of the planets there".
Thomas spoke in his mind. "That seems a bit of form, Canon Lucius; then again, this is still a Kid Lucius, a lot of things are probably different from his older self".
Sprout smiled warmly at Lucius. "That's lovely to hear. A green thumb runs in families more often than you'd think. Keep at it."
Lucius gave a polite nod, his hands dusted with soil but his sleeves impeccably clean. He glanced sideways, briefly locking eyes with Thomas, who gave him the smallest nod of acknowledgment.
As Professor Sprout moved on, Thomas thought quietly to himself: So, he's capable of gentleness—at least now. Maybe I really can steer him away from the path he takes in canon. Not everyone's fate is set in stone.
Nearby, Lily whispered to Thomas, "Never thought I'd say it, but Malfoy seems... alright."
Thomas shrugged. "Time will tell."
The greenhouse door creaked open with a warm breeze as class ended. Students began to shuffle out, laughing and chatting, a few brushing dirt off their robes.
Thomas looked up toward the castle. One class down. A thousand more chances to change the story ahead.
One of the Students then Raised his hand, his was probably from that Muggle world. "Sir, may I ask something".
Mr Binns looked up as he spoke. "Yes"
The students then spoke. "What about the Salem Witch Trial of 1692 to 1693 that happened in the Muggle? Did it happen, or was it made by the wizard and witches?".
Me Binns went silent as he spoke. "That is um, a very interesting question, oh um would look that, the bell has rings, I gonna leave"
He left the class, which still had half an hour to finish.
The class stared in silence for a few seconds after Professor Binns vanished straight through the chalkboard. A few students exchanged confused glances.
Thomas blinked. "Did... did he just ghost out of answering that question?"
Sybill leaned closer, whispering, "Maybe he doesn't like to talk about things that cross the magical and non-magical worlds."
Lily looked thoughtful. "Or maybe it hits too close to home. That trial did target actual witches, didn't it?"
Snape shrugged. "From what I've read, most of the accused weren't even magical. It was just a hysteria... but there might've been something deeper."
Thomas silently jotted that moment into his notebook. Salem Trial. Triggers something in Binns. Look deeper. Possible Ministry cover-up?
Lucius, from a few seats over, raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Eventually, the students filtered out, unsure whether class had really ended or not. But for Thomas, it was a reminder:
Even ghosts have secrets… and Hogwarts has more layers than it lets on.
After that, it was break time, and all the Students were eating, but even Thomas was also eating, the events fo Professor Binns deciphering and he Wondered what was so special about it.
As Thomas sat in the courtyard nibbling on a sandwich, his mind wasn't on the food—it was still spinning around Professor Binns' sudden disappearance. That reaction wasn't normal, not even for a ghost.
He glanced over at Lily and Snape, who were talking quietly. Then his gaze drifted to his left where Sybill was staring into her teacup like it might reveal the future.
Thomas muttered to himself, "The Salem Trials… there has to be something hidden there. Binns isn't the type to walk away unless it's intentional."
He pulled out his notebook again, flipping to a clean page, and began writing:
Event: Salem Witch Trials, 1692–1693
Known to Muggles = mass hysteria, executions
Magical community = ??? (why is it taboo?)
Possibility: Is someone powerful involved? A breach? Magical retaliation?
Need resources: Library archives, older books, perhaps Hogwarts records?
He paused, tapping the quill on the page.
"I wonder if Dumbledore knows... or if this is one of those things I'll have to dig up myself."
Then he looked up at the sky.
"I didn't come to Hogwarts just to learn spells. Time to start uncovering its real history."
After lunch was done it was their 4th and Final Class Flying Class, now this out of all the Classes Excited Thomas the most
As the students gathered out on the Hogwarts grounds near the Quidditch pitch, brooms laid neatly in rows on the grass, Thomas could barely contain his excitement. The sky was a brilliant blue, with only a few wisps of cloud floating lazily above—perfect weather for flying.
Madam Hooch, younger and far more energetic than Thomas remembered from the books, stood tall with her hands behind her back. Her golden hawk-like eyes scanned the group as she spoke.
"Welcome, first-years. Today, we begin with the basics. Broom safety, control, and your first proper lift. Now—each of you, stand next to a broom and say 'Up!'"
Thomas took his place. His hand hovered over the broom, and he focused.
"Up!" he commanded.
The broom snapped into his palm immediately, as if recognizing him. A few students gasped, including Lily and even James, who had also succeeded but with less speed.
Madam Hooch raised an eyebrow in clear approval. "Excellent, Mr. Lazarus. Strong magical affinity with the broom already."
Thomas smirked a little. "Sword Qi balance, wind affinity... all the same principles apply," he thought, feeling more at home here than in any other class so far.
As more students struggled to get their brooms up, Thomas looked around. Snape was staring at his broom, uncertain. Lily was trying again. James was waiting for the chance to show off.
Thomas stepped closer to Snape and whispered, "You're overthinking it. Feel the pull, not the broom."
To be continued
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