The real Herry Potter

As the midterm exam schedule was announced, an air of seriousness settled over Hogwarts. With subjects ranging from Potions to Charms and Herbology, students everywhere were bustling about, preparing for the challenges ahead. In light of this, Neville Longbottom, the ever-encouraging president of the Order of the Stars, called for an urgent meeting in their clubhouse.

"Alright, everyone, listen up!" Neville said, his voice slightly wavering but determined. The club members gathered around, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. "We need to focus on our studies for the next few weeks. I think we should put the broomstick project on hold until after the Christmas vacation."

The room fell silent as everyone processed the news. Harry, Fred, George, and the other members exchanged glances. It made sense—midterms were important, and they all wanted to do well.

"I agree, Neville," Hermione chimed in, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "We can use this time to study together. We can make it fun, and that way, we can still bond as a club."

Fred leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "So, what you're saying is, we'll be having study sessions instead of broomstick carving? Sounds a bit dull, doesn't it?"

"Not if we make it interesting!" Harry replied, already brainstorming ideas. "We can quiz each other, have little competitions, and share study tips. Besides, we'll need all the help we can get."

George nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose if we combine our powers of mischief with studying, we might just create the ultimate study group."

The room erupted in laughter, easing the tension. Neville smiled, relieved to see his friends rallying around the idea.

"Let's set a schedule then," Hermione suggested. "We can meet every day after classes to go over our notes and help each other out. Harry and I can focus on the areas we know best, like Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms."

With the plan in place, the Order of the Stars shifted their focus entirely to their studies. Each day after classes, they gathered in their clubhouse, which was filled with the comforting scent of old books and the warmth of camaraderie. The walls were adorned with posters and notes, reminders of their previous adventures and aspirations for the future.

As they settled into their new routine, Harry and Hermione took the lead in guiding their fellow club members through the material. Harry, having been trained by the best in the wizarding world, shared techniques for tackling difficult spells and defensive strategies. Hermione provided insights into the intricacies of Potions and the importance of proper herbology.

"Remember, the key to success in Potions is precision," Hermione emphasized during one session. "One wrong ingredient can ruin the entire potion, so pay attention to detail."

"And in Defense Against the Dark Arts, knowing how to cast a spell is only half the battle," Harry added. "You need to understand the theory behind it too. So, let's practice some spells!"

After one of their study sessions, Fred and George Weasley exchanged a conspiratorial glance, their trademark mischief lighting up their faces.

"You know, we should probably help the first years get ready for their exams too," Fred suggested, leaning back in his chair with a grin.

"Absolutely," George agreed. "They could use some of our expert knowledge—plus, it's a great way to solidify our own understanding of the material!"

Harry, who had been listening, nodded. "That's a brilliant idea. We could set up a study group for them, maybe even have a mock exam. It'll help build their confidence."

"Count me in!" Neville exclaimed, eager to contribute. Hermione nodded as well, ready to help organize and guide the younger students.

The next day, the Order of the Stars announced their plan to the first years during lunch in the Great Hall. The response was enthusiastic, with many first years expressing their excitement and gratitude.

"Thanks, Harry!" a small boy named Ryan said, beaming. "I could really use the help with Potions!"

"I'm not too good at Defense Against the Dark Arts either," added a girl named Clara. "Do you think you can help us with that?"

"Of course!" Harry replied, feeling a sense of pride in their efforts to support the younger students. "We'll have sessions every weekend until the exams. You can ask us anything you want!"

Fred and George took it upon themselves to create engaging and fun study sessions. They designed quizzes that were not only educational but also entertaining, complete with silly prizes for correct answers.

"Let's show them how to think outside the box!" Fred declared, twirling a quill like a baton.

During one of the sessions, George stood at the front of the room, channeling his inner professor. "Alright, first years! Potions can be deadly if you mix the wrong ingredients, so let's start with a quiz. Which ingredient should you never add to a Shrinking Solution?"

The first years giggled at the dramatic way George posed the question, and Ryan quickly raised his hand. "Rat spleen!"

"Correct! And what happens if you add it?" George asked, feigning a gasp. "You might just shrink your entire house elf!"

The laughter filled the room, easing any tension about the upcoming exams. As they continued the sessions, the older club members not only taught the first years but also reinforced their own understanding of the material.

Harry found himself stepping into the role of mentor, guiding the first years through Defense Against the Dark Arts practices. "Remember, the key is confidence. You can't hesitate when you cast a spell," he advised, demonstrating a simple Shield Charm.

Neville, who had grown more confident in his abilities, teamed up with Hermione to cover Herbology and Magical Creatures. "Just remember, every plant has its own strengths and weaknesses," he explained. "And never underestimate a Puffskein!"

As the week before the exams drew to a close, the Order of the Stars felt a sense of camaraderie with both the first years and each other. They were all in this together, united by their shared experiences, challenges, and triumphs.

"I can't believe how much we've all learned," Hermione said one evening as they wrapped up a study session. "Not just for the exams, but about working as a team."

"And after we ace these midterms, it'll be smooth sailing to our broomstick project!" Fred exclaimed, raising a mock glass of pumpkin juice in a toast.

"To teamwork!" everyone cheered, lifting their cups high.

With the exams looming, the Order of the Stars found themselves not just preparing for tests but also fostering a spirit of collaboration that would carry them through their time at Hogwarts. The first years felt supported, and the older members were reminded of the value of friendship and shared knowledge.

As they all headed to their respective common rooms that night, Harry felt a surge of optimism. They were not just students—they were a family, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

The midterm exams arrived with an air of anticipation and anxiety in the castle. Students hustled through the corridors, clutching their books and quills, whispering last-minute reminders and encouragements. For Harry Potter, however, the exams felt like a breeze. He had spent countless hours not only studying the material but also mastering the more complex aspects of magic, thanks to his unique experiences and insights from the Marauders' era.

On the day of the first exam, Harry settled into his seat, glancing around at the other first years. He could see the tension in their faces, a mix of nerves and determination. Hermione was beside him, scribbling notes furiously.

"Are you ready?" she whispered, shooting him a reassuring smile.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Harry replied, though he knew he could ace the test without breaking a sweat. As the professor handed out the exam papers, Harry took a deep breath, choosing to hold back the extensive knowledge he had. Instead of writing about the advanced magical theories swirling in his mind, he focused on providing clear, straightforward answers—just like any other first-year would.

While the questions challenged some of his classmates, Harry wrote down his responses methodically, making sure to avoid anything that might raise suspicion about his abilities. He knew he could easily impress the examiners with his depth of understanding, but he wanted to blend in with his peers, especially those he had been helping through the Order of the Stars.

When the exams were over, the atmosphere shifted from anxiety to relief. The students poured out of the Great Hall, and excited chatter filled the corridors.

"How do you think you did?" Ryan asked, his face flushed with excitement.

"I think I did alright," Clara replied, bouncing on her toes. "Thanks to you guys, I actually felt prepared!"

Fred and George approached, their usual cheeky grins plastered across their faces. "You lot were brilliant! We could tell from the way you were scribbling," Fred exclaimed, elbowing George playfully.

"I think we might just have the next generation of wizards and witches in the making!" George added, grinning.

As they walked back to their common room, Harry felt a swell of pride. He glanced at his fellow club members—Neville, Hermione, and the rest—who were animatedly discussing their answers, comparing notes, and laughing about the more challenging questions.

"I can't believe I actually understood the questions on magical creatures!" Neville said.

"Me too! I thought I was going to blank out!" Clara echoed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Harry listened to their chatter, pleased that the tutoring sessions had paid off. He felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing he had played a part in helping them gain confidence and knowledge.

After the exams concluded, Harry felt an exhilarating wave of relief wash over him. The halls of Hogwarts were filled with excitement as students chatted about their plans for the Christmas break. Harry's mind, however, was occupied with thoughts of Runestone Castle, the warmth of its familiar halls, and the welcoming presence of his house elves—Norky, Rosly, and the ever-enthusiastic Reeny.

As he strolled through the castle, he imagined telling them all about his adventures at Hogwarts. The magical creatures he had encountered, the challenges he had faced, and the friendships he had forged filled him with a sense of pride. He missed the cozy corners of Runestone Castle, where he could practice his spells without interruption, and he longed for the dueling sessions he used to have.

The prospect of a short Christmas break left him eager to make the most of every moment. He had promised Neville that he would take him to Diagon Alley to help him choose his own wand, a task that filled Harry with joy. The idea of sharing that experience with his friend felt special; it was a rite of passage he remembered well.

"Oi, Harry!" Fred's voice broke through his thoughts as he and George approached, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "You ready for the holiday?"

"Absolutely! I can't wait to get back home," Harry replied, his excitement evident.

"Not everyone's heading home, though," George added, glancing at Ron. "We're sticking around. Mum and Dad are off to Romania to visit Charlie."

Harry nodded, understanding the Weasley family dynamics. "That'll be fun! You can hang out with Ron."

"Yeah, as long as he doesn't steal our snacks," Fred quipped, elbowing Ron playfully.

As they laughed, Harry felt a pang of nostalgia. He would miss the Weasley twins, but he was also eager for the new experiences awaiting him. Just then, Hermione approached, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Harry, I wanted to ask you something," she said, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Sure, what's up?" Harry replied, curious.

"I'd love for you to come to my house for Christmas. My family is really looking forward to it. I've never had anyone to invite before," she said, her eyes shining.

Harry's heart warmed at the invitation. "I'd love to! That sounds amazing."

"Great! I can't wait to show you all our traditions," Hermione beamed.

As the day wore on, the reality of the upcoming break filled Harry with joy and anticipation. He couldn't wait to return to Runestone Castle, share stories with his elves, and spend time honing his skills. At the same time, the thought of celebrating Christmas with Hermione's family was equally thrilling.

With his heart full of excitement, Harry realized that this holiday would be unlike any other. He was surrounded by friends, adventure, and the promise of magical and muggle experiences that awaited him both at Runestone and at the Granger household.