Editor: Daegufag (Ray)

Harry spent the holiday working in Knockturn Alley in an exotic pet shop. He mostly looked after the animals but now and then he would also monitor the shop during slow days. Harry half-heatedly read through the list of dangerous creatures and about them, many of which were stocked in the store. He glanced at the dragon eggs in boredom.

He would have to turn them again in twenty minutes.

His owls were on the right side of studious which Harry was putting safe in his vault. He would need all of his scores for a good job. He hadn't decided if he was going to use the stone or not. The job paid well however, Harry was happy to be back at school and Harry was almost done with his animagus training; he had figured out that he was a leopard. The twelve-year-old rolled his eyes when it got out that Godrick and Ron not only took a flying car to school and got seen by Muggles but didn't get suspended let alone expelled.

Of course, Godrick would get away with exposure and not have a visit from the ministry.

Harry rolled his eyes and continued reading his book, Godrick wasn't going to go far in life so Harry supposed it was a good thing the older boy was getting the inheritance not himself.

Harry was studying a spell that he thought would be a moneymaker, it was a few years ahead however, if he worked it right he could make a pretty Galleon.

Harry supposed he could focus on making friends, however, rarely did that help after school and Harry refused to be homeless, so he wrote down another note and thought on ways to apply the spell and combine elements of other spells.

Harry's old creations were common now so he wouldn't make any more coin off it because everyone knows now and someone Harry suspected either Flitwick or Severus, had put his name down as the creator in the ministry books. Harry supposed he should do that from now, it might make him more employable. The second-year plotted over pancakes, maple syrup, and pineapple juice. The first years moved away from him, all except one who sat next to him looking dreamy. The other years were used to Harry's plotting now and just kept eating their breakfast.

Harry could hear his brother bragging about getting one over Snape, which made Harry think about all the times the potions master had poned his brother.