Chapter 12: Impulse Control
1553 ¶ + Whisper whisper whisper harry potter whisper whisper slytherin whisper whisper no seriously what the hell whisper whisper
1555 ¶ + Harry joined in the applause greeting the young girl walking shyly towards the Ravenclaw table, her robes' trim now changed to dark blue. Lisa Turpin appeared torn between her impulse to sit down as far away from Harry Potter as possible, and her impulse to run over, forcibly insert herself at his side and start tearing answers out of him.
1556 ¶ + Being at the center of an extraordinary and curious event, and then being Sorted into House Ravenclaw, was closely akin to being dipped in barbecue sauce and flung into a pit of starving kittens.
1560 ¶ + "Fine, I promised the Sorting Hat not to talk about most of it and the rest is private just like yours was so stop asking."
1561 ¶ + "You want to know what happened? Fine! Here's part of what happened! I told the Hat that Professor McGonagall threatened to set it on fire and it told me to tell Professor McGonagall that she was an impudent youngster and she should get off its lawn!"
1564 ¶ + "Silence! " shouted Professor McGonagall at the podium of the Head Table. "No talking until the Sorting Ceremony finishes! "
1565 ¶ + There was a brief dip in the volume, as everyone waited to see if she was going to make any specific and credible threats, and then the whispers started up again.
1567 ¶ + Instant silence. Someone frantically elbowed Harry as he tried to continue a whisper, and Harry cut himself off in mid-sentence.
Both "Slytherins" refer not to members of the house, but rather heirs of the Slytherin bloodline. The snake in question will appear in Chapter 111.
1570 ¶ + Harry was still trying to process everything that had happened during the Incident with the Sorting Hat. Not the least of which was what had happened the instant Harry had lifted the Hat off his head; in that moment, he'd heard a tiny whisper as though from nowhere, something that sounded oddly like English and a hiss at the same time, something that had said, "Ssalutations from Sslytherin to Sslytherin: if you would sseek my ssecretss, sspeak to my ssnake."
1571 ¶ + Harry was sorta guessing that wasn't supposed to be part of the official Sorting process. And that it was a bit of extra magic set down by Salazar Slytherin during the making of the Hat. And that the Hat itself didn't know about it. And that it was triggered when the Hat said "SLYTHERIN", plus or minus some other conditions. And that a Ravenclaw like himself really, really wasn't supposed to have heard it. And that if he could find some reliable way of swearing Draco to secrecy so he could ask him about it, that would be an excellent time to have some Comed-Tea handy.
1572 ¶ + Boy, you resolve not to go down the path of a Dark Lord and the universe starts messing with you the instant the Hat comes off your head. Some days it just doesn't pay to fight destiny. Maybe I'll wait until tomorrow to start on my resolution to not be a Dark Lord.
1574 ¶ + Ron Weasley got a lot of applause, and not just from the Gryffindors. Apparently the Weasley family was widely liked around here. Harry, after a moment, smiled and started applauding along with the others.
1580 ¶ + Harry applauded Zabini too, ignoring the odd looks he was getting from everyone including Zabini.
1581 ¶ + No other name was called out after that, and Harry realised that "Zabini, Blaise" did sound close to the end of the alphabet. Great, so now he'd only applauded Zabini... Oh well.
1582 ¶ + Dumbledore got up again and began heading towards the podium. Apparently they were about to be treated to a speech -
1586 ¶ + For the Comed-Tea to work, it would have to make Dumbledore say something so ridiculous during his speech that even in Harry's state of mental preparedness, he would still choke. Like, all the Hogwarts students had to not wear any clothes for the whole school year, or everyone was going to be transformed into cats.
1587 ¶ + But then if anyone in the world could resist the power of the Comed- Tea, it would be Dumbledore. So if this worked, the Comed-Tea was literally invincible.
1588 ¶ + Harry pulled the ring on the Comed-Tea under the table, wanting to do this a bit unobtrusively. The can made a quiet hissing noise. A few heads turned to look at him, but soon turned back as -
1589 ¶ + "Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" said Dumbledore, beaming at the students with his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
1590 ¶ + Harry took a first mouthful of Comed-Tea and lowered the can again. He would swallow the pop a little at a time and try not to choke no matter what Dumbledore said -
1591 ¶ + "Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Happy happy boom boom swamp swamp swamp! Thank you!"
1593 ¶ + Harry sat frozen as pop trickled out of the corners of his mouth. He had, at least, managed to choke quietly.
1594 ¶ + He really really really shouldn't have done that. Amazing how much more obvious that became one second after it was too late.
1595 ¶ + In retrospect he probably should have noticed something wrong when he was thinking about everyone being turned into cats... or even before then, remembered his mental note not to mess with Dumbledore... or his newfound resolution to be more considerate of others... or maybe if he'd had one single scrap of common sense...
1596 ¶ + It was hopeless. He was corrupt to the core. Hail the Dark Lord Harry. You couldn't fight fate.
1597 ¶ + Someone was asking Harry if he was all right. (Others were starting to serve themselves food, which had magically appeared on the table, whatever.)
1598 ¶ + "I'm all right," Harry said. "Excuse me. Um. Was that a... normal speech for the Headmaster? You all... didn't seem... very surprised..."
1599 ¶ + "Oh, Dumbledore's insane, of course," said an older-looking Ravenclaw sitting next to him who had introduced himself with some name Harry didn't even begin to remember. "Lots of fun, incredibly powerful wizard, but completely bonkers." He paused. "At some later point I'd also like to ask why green fluid came out of your lips and then disappeared, though I expect you promised the Sorting Hat not to talk about that either."
1600 ¶ + With a great effort, Harry stopped himself from glancing down at the incriminating can of Comed-Tea in his hand.
1601 ¶ + After all, the Comed-Tea hadn't just arbitrarily materialised a Quibbler headline about him and Draco. Draco had explained it in a way that made it seem like it had all happened... naturally? As if it had altered history to fit?
1602 ¶ + Harry was mentally imagining himself banging his forehead against the table. Wham, wham, wham went his head within his mind.
1603 ¶ + Another student lowered her voice to a whisper. "I hear that Dumbledore is secretly a genius mastermind controlling lots of stuff and he uses the insanity as a cover so that no one will suspect him."
1604 ¶ + "I've heard that too," whispered a third student, and there were furtive nods from around the table.
1606 ¶ + "I see," whispered Harry, lowering his own voice. "So everyone knows that Dumbledore is secretly a mastermind."
1607 ¶ + Most of the students nodded. One or two looked suddenly thoughtful, including the older student sitting next to Harry.
1610 ¶ + "Exactly," whispered a student, and then he frowned. "Wait, that doesn't sound quite right -"
1611 ¶ + Note to self: The 75th percentile of Hogwarts students a.k.a. Ravenclaw House is not the world's most exclusive program for gifted children.
1612 ¶ + But at least he'd learned an important fact today. The Comed-Tea was omnipotent. And that meant...
1614 ¶ + ...that meant that as soon as he learned a spell to temporarily alter his own sense of humor, he could make anything happen, by making it so that he would only find that one thing surprising enough to do a spit-take, and then drinking a can of Comed-Tea.
1615 ¶ + Well that was a short little journey to godhood. Even I expected this to take longer than my first day of school.
1616 ¶ + Come to think of it, he had also completely wrecked Hogwarts within ten minutes flat of getting Sorted.
1617 ¶ + Harry did feel a certain amount of regret about this - Merlin knew what an insane Headmaster was going to do to his next seven years of schooling - but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of pride, too.
1618 ¶ + Tomorrow. No later than tomorrow at the very latest he was going to stop walking down the path that led to Dark Lord Harry. A prospect which was sounding scarier by the minute.
1619 ¶ + And yet also, somehow, increasingly attractive. Part of his mind was already visualising the minions' uniforms.
1620 ¶ + "Eat," the older student sitting next to him growled, and jabbed Harry in the ribs. "Don't think. Eat."
1621 ¶ + Harry automatically started loading up his plate with whatever was in front of him, blue sausages with tiny glowing bits, whatever.
1622 ¶ + "What were you thinking about, the Sorting -" began to say Padma Patil, one of the other first-year Ravenclaws.
1623 ¶ + "No pestering during mealtimes!" chorused at least three people. "House Rule!" added another. "Otherwise we'd all starve around here."
1624 ¶ + Harry was finding himself really, really hoping that his clever new idea didn't actually work. And that the Comed-Tea worked some other way and didn't actually have the omnipotent power to alter reality. It wasn't that he didn't want to be omnipotent. It was that he just couldn't bear the thought of living in a universe that really worked like that. There was something undignified about ascending through the clever use of fizzy drinks.
1626 ¶ + "You know," said the older student next to him in a quite pleasant tone, "we have a system for forcing people like you to eat, would you like to find out what it is?"
1627 ¶ + Harry gave up and started eating his blue sausage. It was quite good, especially the glowing bits.
1628 ¶ + Dinner passed with surprising rapidity. Harry tried to sample at least a little of all the weird new foods he saw. His curiosity couldn't stand the thought of not knowing how something tasted. Thank goodness this wasn't a restaurant where you had to order only one thing and you never found out what all the other things on the menu tasted like. Harry hated that, it was like a torture chamber for anyone with a spark of curiosity: Find out about only one of the mysteries on this list, ha ha ha!
1629 ¶ + Then it was time for dessert, which Harry had completely forgotten to leave room for. He gave up after sampling a small bit of treacle tart. Surely all these things would pass around at least once again over the course of the school year.
1631 ¶ + To-do 1. Research mind-alteration charms so you can test the Comed-Tea and see whether you actually did figure out a path to omnipotence. Actually, just research every kind of mind magic you can find. Mind is the foundation of our power as humans, any kind of magic that affects it is the most important sort of magic there is.
1632 ¶ + To-do 2. Actually this is To-do 1 and the other is To-do 2. Go through the bookshelves of the Hogwarts and Ravenclaw libraries, familiarising yourself with the system and making sure you've at least read all the book titles. Second pass: read all tables of contents. Coordinate with Hermione who has a much better memory than you. Find out if there's an interlibrary loan system at Hogwarts and see if the two of you, especially Hermione, can visit those libraries too. If other Houses have private libraries, figure out how to access legally or sneak in.
1633 ¶ + Option 3a: Swear Hermione to secrecy and try to start researching 'From Slytherin to Slytherin: if you would seek my secrets, speak to my snake.' Problem: This sounds highly confidential and it could take quite a while to randomly run across a book containing a hint.
1634 ¶ + To-do 0: Check out what sort of information-search-and-retrieval spells exist, if any. Library magic isn't as ultimately important as mind magic but it has a much higher priority.
1635 ¶ + Option 3b: Look for a spell to magically bind Draco Malfoy to secrecy, or magically verify the sincerity of Draco's promise to keep a secret (Veritaserum?), and then ask him about Slytherin's message...
1638 ¶ + Harry's thoughts flashed back to possibly the worst moment of his life to date, those long seconds of blood-freezing horror beneath the Hat, when he thought he'd already failed. He'd wished then to fall back just a few minutes in time and change something, anything before it was too late...
1641 ¶ + You couldn't change history. But you could get it right to start with. Do something differently the first time around.
1642 ¶ + This whole business with seeking Slytherin's secrets... seemed an awful lot like the sort of thing where, years later, you would look back and say, 'And that was where it all started going wrong.'
1643 ¶ + And he would wish desperately for the ability to fall back through time and make a different choice...
1647 ¶ + But he could, there was no rule saying he couldn't, he could just pretend he'd never heard that little whisper. Let the universe go on in exactly the same way it would have if that one critical moment had never occurred. Twenty years later, that was what he would desperately wish had happened twenty years ago, and twenty years before twenty years later happened to be right now. Altering the distant past was easy, you just had to think of it at the right time.
1648 ¶ + Or... this was even more counterintuitive... he could even inform, oh, say, Professor McGonagall, instead of Draco or Hermione. And she could get a few good people together and get that little extra spell taken off the Hat.
1650 ¶ + So very obvious in retrospect, and yet somehow, Option 3c and Option 3d just hadn't occurred to him.
1652 ¶ + It had been an awfully cruel prank the Hat had played on him, but you couldn't argue with the results on consequentialist grounds. It certainly did give him a better idea of the victim's perspective, though.
1654 ¶ + Okay, he was on a roll here, now he just had to keep it up. In every day, in every way, I'm getting Lighter and Lighter...
1655 ¶ + People around Harry had also mostly stopped eating at this point, and the dessert serving dishes began to vanish, and the used plates.
1659 ¶ + But the experiment didn't count if it wasn't replicated, did it? And the damage was already done, wasn't it? Didn't he want to see what would happen this time? Wasn't he curious? What if he got a different result?
1660 ¶ + Hey, I bet you're the same part of my brain that pushed through the prank on Neville Longbottom.
1662 ¶ + And is it not overwhelmingly obvious that if I do this I shall regret it one second after it is too late?
1665 ¶ + "Ahem," said Dumbledore from the podium, stroking his long silver beard. "Just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you."
1666 ¶ + "First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. That is why it is called the Forbidden Forest. If it were permitted it would be called the Permitted Forest."
1668 ¶ + "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Alas, we all know that what should be, and what is, are two different things. Thank you for keeping this in mind."
We know Ron talked to Fred and George on Platform 9 3/4 right after talking to Harry; see Chapter 25: "Ron had told them about Harry being weird and evil"
There's also evidence that Dumbledore is in the habit of legilimency on Fred and George. It's suggested in Fred & George's aftermath in Chapter 63, "It wasn't that the Headmaster had popped up out of nowhere and was staring at them with a stern expression. Dumbledore was always doing that", and more heavily implied in Chapter 79, with Dumbledore knowing about the marauder's map.
This suggests: Ron told F&G about Harry wanting to do away with the snitch, and Dumbledore read F&G's minds shortly after they arrived at Hogwarts that evening.
This hypothesis also paints a clearer picture of the Skeeter prank: We know Fred and George had help from someone, because they were obliviated afterwards. Dumbledore had some reason to give them an expensive gift after the fact. Dumbledore also has a motive to smack down Skeeter, because she belongs to Lucius. If he reads their minds, then he'd be in a position to help them memory charm Skeeter.
1670 ¶ + "Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. Anyone interested in reformulating the entire game of Quidditch should contact Harry Potter."
1671 ¶ + Harry inhaled his own saliva and went into a coughing fit just as all eyes turned towards him. How the hell! He hadn't met Dumbledore's eyes at any point... he didn't think. He certainly hadn't been thinking about Quidditch at the time! He hadn't talked to anyone but Ron Weasley and he didn't think Ron would have told anyone else... or had Ron run off to a professor to complain? How on Earth...
1672 ¶ + "Additionally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death. It is guarded by an elaborate series of dangerous and potentially lethal traps, and you cannot possibly get past all of them, especially if you are only in your first year."
1674 ¶ + "And finally, I extend my greatest thanks to Quirinus Quirrell for heroically agreeing to undertake the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts." Dumbledore's gaze moved searchingly across the students. "I hope all students will extend Professor Quirrell that utmost courtesy and tolerance which is due his extraordinary service to you and this school, and that you will not pester us with any niggling complaints about him, unless you want to try doing his job."
1676 ¶ + "I now yield the floor to our new faculty member Professor Quirrell, who would like to say a few words."
1677 ¶ + The young, thin, nervous man who Harry had first met in the Leaky Cauldron slowly made his way up to the podium, glancing fearfully around in all directions. Harry caught a glimpse of the back of his head, and it looked like Professor Quirrell might already be going bald, despite his seeming youth.
1678 ¶ + "Wonder what's wrong with him," whispered the older-looking student sitting next to Harry. Similar hushed comments were being exchanged elsewhere along the table.
1679 ¶ + Professor Quirrell made his way up to the podium and stood there, blinking. "Ah..." he said. "Ah..." Then his courage seemed to fail him utterly, and he stood there in silence, occasionally twitching.
1680 ¶ + "Oh, great," whispered the older student, "looks like another long year in Defence class -"
The Defense Professor's debut:
"Salutations[1], my young apprentices[2]," Professor Quirrell said in a dry, confident tone. "We all know that Hogwarts tends to suffer a certain misfortune in its selections for this position, and no doubt many of you are already wondering what doom shall befall me this year. I assure you, that doom is not to be my incompetence." He smiled thinly. "Believe it or not, I have long wished to someday try my hand as the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts here at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.[3] The first to teach this class was Salazar Slytherin himself[4], and as late as the fourteenth century it was traditional for the greatest fighting wizards of every persuasion to try their hands at teaching here. Past Professors of Defence have included not just the legendary wandering hero Harold Shea but also the quote undying unquote Baba Yaga[5], yes, I see some of you are still shuddering at the sound of her name even though she's been dead for six hundred years. That must have been an interesting time to attend Hogwarts, don't you think?[6]"
[1] The same phrase used by Salazar Slytherin's Parseltongue greeting under the Sorting Hat, as described in that same chapter 12.
[2] Originally said by a Sith Lord.
[3] Tom Riddle in canon applied for the position of Defense Professor.
[4] Speaker praises Salazar Slytherin.
[5] It's established that previous Dark Lords have taught Defense at Hogwarts.
[6] Speaker thinks it would be interesting to be at Hogwarts in a time when a Dark Lord was teaching Defense there.
Consider it a lesson in illusion of transparency and hindsight bias, but it genuinely did not occur to me that people would not simply read this as Tom Riddle talking.
Past Professors of Defence have included not just the legendary wandering hero Harold Shea but also the quote undying unquote Baba Yaga, yes, I see some of you are still shuddering at the sound of her name even though she's been dead for six hundred years.
–Chapter 12
Rumored to be a modern alias of the six-century-old Nicholas Flamel, the only known wizard to succeed at the incredibly difficult alchemical procedure for creating the Philosopher's Stone,
–Chapter 87
J. K. Rowling created certain roles and assigned them genders. The story of HPMOR is built around the parallel-universe versions of those roles, and those roles (with one exception) retain whichever genders they had in canon.
–A rant on HPMOR's anti-feminism or lack threrof
Sstone's ssuppossed maker wass not one who made it. One who holdss it now, wass not born to name now ussed.
–The new chapter
Nicholas Flamel is Baba Yaga.
1681 ¶ + "Salutations, my young apprentices," Professor Quirrell said in a dry, confident tone. "We all know that Hogwarts tends to suffer a certain misfortune in its selections for this position, and no doubt many of you are already wondering what doom shall befall me this year. I assure you, that doom is not to be my incompetence." He smiled thinly. "Believe it or not, I have long wished to someday try my hand as the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts here at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The first to teach this class was Salazar Slytherin himself, and as late as the fourteenth century it was traditional for the greatest fighting wizards of every persuasion to try their hands at teaching here. Past Professors of Defence have included not just the legendary wandering hero Harold Shea but also the quote undying unquote Baba Yaga, yes, I see some of you are still shuddering at the sound of her name even though she's been dead for six hundred years. That must have been an interesting time to attend Hogwarts, don't you think?"
1682 ¶ + Harry was swallowing hard, trying to suppress the sudden surge of emotion that had overcome him when Professor Quirrell had begun speaking. The precise tones reminded him very much of a lecturer at Oxford, and it was starting to hit home that Harry wasn't going to see his home or his Mum or his Dad until Christmas.
1683 ¶ + "You are accustomed to the Defence position being filled by incompetents, scoundrels, and the unlucky. To anyone with a sense of history, it bears another reputation entirely. Not everyone who teaches here has been the best, but the best have all taught at Hogwarts. In such august company, and after so much time anticipating this day, I would be ashamed to set myself any standard lower than perfection. And so I do intend that every one of you will always remember this year as the best Defence class that you have ever had. What you learn this year will forever serve as your firm foundation in the arts of Defence, no matter who your teachers before and after."
1684 ¶ + Professor Quirrell's expression grew serious. "We have a great deal of lost ground to make up and not much time to cover it. Therefore I intend to depart from Hogwarts teaching conventions in a number of respects, as well as introducing some optional after-school activities." He paused. "If that is not sufficient, perhaps I can find new ways to motivate you. You are my long-awaited students, and you will do your very best in my long-awaited Defence class. I would add some sort of dreadful threat, like 'Otherwise you will suffer horribly', but that would be so cliched, don't you think? I pride myself on being more imaginative than that. Thank you."
1685 ¶ + Then the vigour and confidence seemed to drain away from Professor Quirrell. His mouth gaped open as if he had suddenly found himself facing an unexpected audience, and he turned with a convulsive jerk and shuffled back to his seat, hunched over as if he was about to collapse in on himself and implode.