After the fight with the Slytherins, Arthur’s standing at Hogwarts crystallized with remarkable speed. The whispers that followed him through corridors, the empty seats beside him in classrooms, and the subtle shifting away when he entered common spaces all confird what was now apparent to everyone at Hogwarts: Arthur Hayes was officially an outcast—not just within his own house, but from the student body at large.
What might have broken another student beca Arthur’s strange advantage. With no social distractions, no friendships to maintain, and no trivial conversations to endure, he devoted himself entirely to his studies and to developing his magical abilities. In this peculiar isolation, he found a freedom that others, so entangled in the complex web of adolescent social politics, could never understand.
First Year
The weeks following the initial corridor ambush set a pattern that would define Arthur’s first year. In class, he sat alone, taking ticulous notes and demonstrating magical aptitude that quickly caught the attention of his professors. When he answered questions, his responses were precise and comprehensive, often drawing surprised glances from teachers unaccustod to such thoroughness from a first-year.
Outside class, Arthur spent most of his ti in the library, thodically working through textbooks that far exceeded the first-year curriculum. Madam Pince, the stern librarian, initially watched him with suspicion—a Slytherin first-year requesting books typically reserved for third or fourth years. But as the weeks passed and she observed his careful handling of her precious tos, her deanor softened slightly. He never received the warm smiles she occasionally bestowed on her Ravenclaw regulars, but she stopped hovering so noticeably when he requested access to the more advanced shelves.
The professors reacted in different ways to Arthur’s unusual situation. Flitwick, the diminutive Charms professor, treated him with the sa cheerful encouragent he offered all students showing aptitude. After Arthur successfully perford a Levitation Charm on his first attempt—with textbook-perfect pronunciation and wand movent—Flitwick’s delighted squeak and the awarding of five Slytherin points marked the first positive recognition of Arthur’s abilities.
McGonagall maintained strict professionalism in Transfiguration, though Arthur occasionally caught her watching him with a puzzled expression during practical exercises. When he transfigured his match into a needle more quickly than any other student—even outpacing so of the older Ravenclaws—a reluctant approval flickered across her usually stern features.
Professor Snape presented a more complex dynamic. As Head of Slytherin, he was well aware of Arthur’s isolation within his own house. During Potions lessons, Snape neither singled Arthur out for criticism nor offered him special assistance. However, Arthur noticed that Snape occasionally positioned himself near Arthur’s workstation when the more aggressive Slytherins were around—a subtle form of protection that Arthur recognized but never openly acknowledged.
Within Slytherin House itself, Arthur’s standing evolved from outright rejection to grudging tolerance as his academic performance consistently placed him at the top of their year. His practical magical abilities proved exceptional, even by Slytherin’s demanding standards. By the end of his first month, he had earned enough house points through classroom performance to ensure that even the most ambitious Slytherins—those who prized the House Cup above blood purity—decided his presence, though not entirely welco, was not entirely disadvantageous.
"He may be a mudblood," Arthur overheard a fifth-year prefect comnt in the common room, "but at least he’s a useful one."
Such backhanded acknowledgnt was the closest thing to acceptance Arthur could expect, and he neither sought nor needed more. His academic success served a tactical purpose—making himself valuable enough to be tolerated—but his true focus remained on his long-term goals.
Still, the deep-rooted prejudice of certain elents within Slytherin could not be entirely overco by academic achievent. The more fanatical blood purists, particularly those from older families with Death Eater connections, continued to view Arthur’s presence as an intolerable contamination of their house. This led to regular confrontations, though after the first disastrous ambush these beca more calculated and less public.
Arthur found himself targeted in empty corridors between classes or when returning alone from the library after hours. Each encounter sent both parties to the hospital wing, but as the months passed a curious trend erged: while Arthur’s injuries beca less severe, his opponents suffered increasingly serious consequences from these skirmishes. Madam Pomfrey never comnted directly, but her increasingly exasperated sighs when treating the sa Slytherin aggressors spoke volus.
Adapting to this environnt of isolation and intermittent hostility with thodical efficiency, Arthur established a rigorous study schedule that divided his ti between required coursework and his own research interests. The Hogwarts library beca his sanctuary—a vast collection offering opportunities to explore magical theory far beyond the first-year curriculum. Then there was also the Room of Requirent, which awed him and provided the ans to practice spell casting and quickly enhance his skills.
Arthur had even gotten his hands on the Ravenclaw diadem, and having recognized the potential benefits it could offer, he began a side project: finding ways to remove the Horcrux hidden within it without destroying the diadem. The research proved challenging; Hogwarts’ library contained scant information on such darkest magic, and even the resources of the Room of Requirent were limited in this area. He would need to search more widely—perhaps in the outside world—to find the knowledge he needed.
As the year progressed, Arthur’s understanding of magic evolved from re theoretical knowledge to practical experience. Charms and Transfiguration, in particular, seed to flow through him with an intuitive ease that surprised even him. Even Potions, with its precise requirents and subtle nuances, yielded to his thodical approach, earning him grudging approval from Professor Snape.
His weekly letters to Aurora were carefully composed—factual accounts of his academic progress interspersed with neutral observations about wizarding culture. He deliberately avoided ntioning his social isolation or the subtle discrimination he faced, knowing that such information would only prompt unnecessary concern. The last thing he needed was his MI6 guardian deciding he required counseling to deal with all that isolation.
As the months passed, Arthur grew stronger in his magical abilities. The frequency of attacks from Slytherin purists remained stable, but the outcos beca increasingly one-sided. He suffered fewer injuries during these confrontations, while his attackers found themselves needing longer stays in the hospital wing.
By the end of his first year, Arthur had established a precarious but sustainable position within Slytherin. His exceptional academic performance and the strength he displayed in his fights ensured that even if people did not like him, they thought twice before crossing him. The end-of-year exams posed no challenge—he completed each one with ease, earning top marks across all subjects. Even Potions, where Snape was notorious for harsh grading, yielded an Outstanding.
Outside of his house, despite occasional requests from year-mates for study help, his peers kept their distance due to warnings from their seniors to avoid "the Slytherin outcast." This, combined with Arthur’s own preference for solitude, ensured that he developed no aningful friendships during his first year.
As he boarded the Hogwarts Express for the return journey to London, Arthur reflected on his first year with clinical detachnt. The educational aspect had t his expectations. The social environnt, though challenging, was exactly as he wanted it.
If it were only the wizarding world he had to consider, Arthur might have felt compelled to cultivate allies and build a network of influence. But his horizons extended far beyond the insular magical community. The true excitent lay across the ocean, in the erging world of heroes and advanced technology. He would go there eventually, which ant he didn’t need to invest heavily in wizarding connections. For now, he was satisfied with the status quo—learning, growing stronger, and preparing for a future that most of his peers couldn’t even imagine.
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