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Slightly more perverted "Harry Potter" Reboot	By : Artemis1990 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 386958 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 37
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Chapter 3: Hogwarts, the first impression

Harry has to admit, the trip in Hogwarts express has gone rather well except for the awkwardness between him and Hermione regarding the dress code which the latter shot down soon after. The only other sour note that happens within the last hour of the trip was that several other students, most of them seem to be of the years above them who keep knocking on the door and asking if there is a “Harry Potter” among them.

Most of them were has been polite enough to merely wanting to meet him and congratulate him on entering Hogwarts, some of them even wish him luck on the sorting. Some of them however, was rather rude, especially one boy with bright red hair and freckles on his face who seem to find it okay to speak while munching and holding a muffin in one hand with a chocolate frog on the other much to the disgust of the two.

Since then, Harry immediately develops a distinct dislike on his yet-unexplained-why popularity which if Hermione’s slight scowl of being interrupted so many times, so is she. When another student with pale blonde hair, which Hermione seem to think that the boy had used glue instead of hair gel to style it, opened their door without knocking while bracketed by two other male students that Harry nearly mistaken to be Dudley’s clones.Harry finally have had enough as he hears the boy speaks the much overused opening phrase of, "I heard Harry Potter is on this train...."*

He immediately puts the rude boy back in his place by standing up and speaks a short sentence of, "Never heard of him." Before slamming the door back close and locked it. Hermione's amused giggle at the blonde's shocked expression through the window tells Harry that she approves of his method of dealing with his fan-wannabe.

Ignoring the blonde boy’s impotent anger outside of the door, Harry takes his seat back and leans back to the couch with exasperated expression much to the amusement of his female companion.

With half an hour left on the trip, Harry being the one of the two who has his seat facing the front of the train picks himself up as he leans toward the window as his eyes widen and a grin appears on his lips, earning himself a curious look from Hermione as she asks, “What is it, Harry?”

The boy leaning on the window turns to her excitedly as he answers, “We nearly arrives, I can see the village.”

This time the brunette’s eyes got wide as she turns her body so that she can see out of the window and sure enough, under the starry sky of early winter evening, both tweens can see the “village” that is actually more of a small “town” on the edge of a cliff in the distance, they can even make out the many chimneys and dots of lights from the windows, easily numbering in several dozens, surely bigger and busier than villages normally are.

Right on the dot, the train pulled into the village’s one and only train station. Both Harry and Hermione though are the first one to disembark before any of the others as their excitement allows the two bright 11 years old to prepare to disembark much earlier thus giving them the privilege to exit their compartment into the platform while the other students are still busy taking out their trunks of the storage.

They hears a coarse but strong voice calling for first years and immediately go toward its source. A wide genuine smile appears on Harry’s face as he spots the familiar giant of a man and raises his walking pace, nearly into a run as he literally gives the man a huge hug, “Hagrid!! It’s good to see you again.”*

Hagrid himself lets out a loud boisterous laugh as he returns the boy’s hug and replies with his own greeting before he realize the girl standing just a few steps off the boy.Hagrid reaches out his hand to her and smiles as he introduces himself, “Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Ground of Hogwarts. Are you a friend of Harry?”

Hermione tentatively steps forward but look rather nervous to grab the offered hand, not that Hagrid will fault her for it. He knows from enough previous experience that his size can make him look rather intimidating to some people, especially children.

A look and nod from Harry though, finally gives the girl the conviction and courage to grab the massive hand as she replies politely, “Hermione Granger, it is nice to see you too, Mr. Hagrid. Harry and I met in the train. I hope I am not being too presumptuous to consider Harry a friend?”

This time it is Harry who answers her although his joking tone immediately takes out the barb on his words, “I sure won’t bloody mind, Ms. Granger. If you allow me one non-negotiable condition: You have to allow me to consider you a friend too.”

Without missing a beat, Hermione gives the boy a smirk of her own as she flips her hair flamboyantly as she answers, “Why, Mr. Potter. I will have to think about that offer first. Afterall, we are but 11 years old.”

Hagrid finally cannot hold his laughter anymore at the two first year’s antics and lets out a loud belly shaking laugh which prompts the other two children to follows it up with one of their own. Hermione is the first one to regain control of her laughter before realizing that the rest of the students have disembarked behind them if the sound of whisperings is any indication.

The other two takes a little bit longer than her but they too soon comes to the same conclusion and Hagrid needs to go back to his work but not before offering the two to join his boat which they gratefully accepts.

The two lets Hagrid put the other first years on boats with strict warning that there shouldn’t be more than 4 students at once in a boat. It takes the man over 20 minutes before he finally turns back to them and says, “Well, come on you two. Wouldn’t want to be late to the sorting, aye?”

Harry and Hermione follows the giant to the last one empty boat which they suspect because Hagrid will take two people’s space by himself, leaving room only for another two.

Hagrid helps Hermione on-board first with a half-joking, “Ladies first.” before turning back to Harry. Instead of grabbing him straight away though, he reaches under his coat and removes a large worn-out but obviously still in quite good condition leather-covered tome before handing it to Harry, “I mean to give you this when we were shopping. This is from my personal collection but I think you may treasure it more than I do.”*

Out of curiosity, Harry opens the tome and immediately nearly drops it when he sees the content. He turns his gaze to Hagrid with eyes full of emotion as he speaks with slight choking, “Hagrid… I… I don’t know how to thank you… This is… Incredible….”*

The massive man’s expression soften as he reaches out and hugs the boy gently, “Its okay, Harry. They are fine people and this is the least I can do for you.”

He the lifts the boy and puts him securely inside the boat when Hermione sees her new friend’s thinly concealed tears and asks, “What’s wrong Harry? What is in that book?”

With still choking voice, Harry gives the girl the answer that explains everything in its simplicity, “Photos of my parents.” For once in her life, Hermione Granger doesn’t require further explanation.

The boat treks silently through the water until Hagrid told them to be quite because he has a surprise for all of them. Once by one, each of the boats grows silent before Hagrid continues speaking, “Now… the lights will be out for a while but I have to stress you to be calm. Do not make sudden move or standing up ‘less you will fall into the lake. You do NOT want that.”

As soon as he said it, one by one, the lantern hung on each boat dies until everything around them is turning pitch black… NOT. Gasps can be heard from every single first year students as they marvel the unparalleled and unbeatable beauty of nature around them.

With the lights on every boat are out, the starry sky above is being reflected completely by the lake, creating a perfect optical illusion as if their boats are cruising through the stars.

Finally, as if it comes straight out of a fairy tale, the majestic castle makes its appearance as the boats made a turn.* With the lights on every window of the castle as if there is a grand party being held inside, it is truly a beauty unparalleled by anything any of them has ever seen in their life.

Soon, the boats reached the shore of the lake and one by one, each of them are vacated by its occupant before Hagrid leads them to the stairs main gate of the castle. As they close in toward the stairs, Harry sees a figure standing at the top of it. It isn’t until they reaches right at the bottom of the stairs though that he recognizes the figure to be the slightly-familiar witch that he saw giving Hermione and her mother a tour at Diagon Alley a week ago.

Even now, Harry determines that the woman appears to look barely above her mid-20s and quite attractive but another part of him tells that she isn’t someone to be trifled with; the tense and serious expression etched on her face tells that fact even better than the tight bun she put her hair in.

Hagrid leads the first years until the party reaches the middle landing before turning to the woman, “Professor McGonagall, I brings you the first years.”*

The woman is going to return the greeting when another voice interrupts her, “Trevor!”*

Everyone turns toward the source of the interruption and sees a pudgy first year stepping out of the group as he scoops a toad from the stair landing right in front of McGonagall before sheepishly walking back into the group at the formidable woman’s piercing gaze*.

McGonagall clears her throat before turning back to Hagrid, “Thank you, Mr. Hagrid.”* She turns toward the first years before continuing, “Welcome to Hogwarts all of you. My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster and Transfiguration Professor of this school. I am here to inform you that soon, each of you will be sorted into one of the four houses. While you are in Hogwarts, your house will be your family; you will go to class with them, study with them, eats with them and spend your free time with them in your house common room. Impeccable conducts will earn your house points while poor ones will take them away. At the end of the year, the house with the most house points will be rewarded the house cup. Now, wait here for a while as we prepare for the sorting.”*

Once the woman disappears behind the main door, presumably to tell the headmaster that the first students have arrived and ready to be sorted, Harry hears a familiar sounding person speaking loudly with a think arrogant undertone to his voice, “Well well, so it IS true… Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts at last*”

Harry turns around to face the person and nearly groans as he spots the rude blonde with hair which look like it will take a saw to trim it that he had snuffed in the train*. This time though, the blonde seem to already know who he is as he approaches him straight away, “Sorry, I failed to introduce myself in the train earlier. My name is Draco Malfoy and you will find that some family are better than the others, you do NOT want to cross the wrong sort of people. I can help you there.”*

As the blonde offers Harry his hand for a shake, Malfoy throws a sneer toward Hermione who is standing right over Harry’s shoulder but that is enough for Harry to make his decision as he speaks coldly, “Mr. Malfoy, I thank you for your offer but I assure you that I fully capable of managing my social life myself… the question is, can you?”*

Draco’s cocky smirk disappears from his expression faster than anyone can say his family name and he look to be ready to speak once again but the sound of the door opening tells them that McGonagall has come back to fetch them and even Draco isn’t stupid enough to get into a fight before the stern woman especially before his first the school day even start.*

The first years follows Professor McGonagall pass the main door into the great hall and the “ooh”s and “aah”s soon makes their appearance once again as the new students marvels the massive hall, even Harry and Hermione who has seen them in pictures are impressed by it.*

A sound of clearing throat from in front of them immediately moves their gaze to the source, a beat up pointy hat placed on a stool. The hat suddenly opens its “mouth” once again and starts to sing a song which prompts several of the students, mostly muggleborns to cringe at the atrociously poor attempt of singing by a supposedly non-sentient item.*

Once the song is done, McGonagall unrolled a long parchment and clears her throat as she begins to call the names alphabetically according to their family name starting from one Hannah Abbott.* Harry actually pays attention on who is to which house, mostly because they are his classmates and therefore, knowing their name can only be a good thing.

Still, only a few names actually of interest to him, Granger and Malfoy in particular, the former because he wants to be in the same house as her and the latter because he doesn’t want to. It helps too that his name actually appears AFTER either of them, a blessing in disguise it seemed.

When Hermione is finally called, Harry takes the time to give her hand a gentle squish of encouragement which he knows she appreciates. As she sits on the stool and McGonagall places the hat on her, Harry immediately pays attention to what the hat has to say about his friend.

The hat’s crack opens up as he speaks, “Hmm… interesting… Very ambitious to a cause you believe it… A bright mind rarely seen… Courage to do what is necessary… you can fit in all of them but… it is your loyalty that makes you stand out. Your drive to stand for what you believe to be right regardless of anything that stands in your way, you shall be stronger as… HUFFLEPUFF!!” As the others before her, a polite applause follows as she joins the table to her left where Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones has been sorted.

It takes a while before Malfoy’s name comes up but this time the sorting hat barely touches his head before it shouts, “SLYTHERIN!!”* The blonde joins his house with a wide grin on his face which just made Harry even more determined NOT to ends up in the same house as him.

Finally, Harry’s name comes up and as he walks toward the stool, he can hear EVERYONE whispering to each other about him from “I thought he’d be taller….” To “He’s kind of cute….”* Even Professor Dumbledore he notices suddenly sits a little bit straighter on his throne.* Deciding that it’s better to get the sorting out done and done with as soon as possible, Harry quicken his pace until he sits on the stool.

The hat soon is placed on his head and it begins to speak, “Difficult… VERY difficult… Not a bad mind… Plenty of courage… Loyalty like no other… And cunning enough to get what you want…Now… what to do with you...”*

Harry immediately pales at the possibility of being sorted into the same house as Draco and immediately starts whispering, “Not with Malfoy… anything but that….”

The hat seem to ponders as it speaks again, “Are you sure… You can be great in Slytherin… Fame and glory it can get you…”*

This time, Harry visibly winces as he replies, “I have enough of fame and glory… I just want to be myself.”

Harry feels the hat seemingly “Smiles” as it finally make a decision, “Well… Not Slytherin then it better be… HUFFLEPUFF!!”*

This time the entire Hufflepuff table cheers out loud, some of the older students even raises their fists in the air in celebration as Harry goes to join Hermione on the table. Meanwhile, the rest of the tables sighs dejectedly, even Dumbledore look visibly shocked at the result. The cheering and sighs went into a screeching halt when a voice can be heard across the hall, “IMPOSSIBLE!! HARRY POTTER IS A DUFFER?!!”

Everyone in the room suddenly turns silent, so silent that one can hear their own breath as all of their eyes turn toward the person who has spoken the “blasphemy”.

A red haired boy emerged from the remaining first years contingent, obviously completely oblivious of the bloodlust which is starting to emerge from every single person in the room, especially the Hufflepuffs. This asshole has the gall to insult not only their national hero but also the entire house within one sentence, quite an achievement that even Malfoy or the Weasley twins would be hard pressed to match EVER.

The red haired boy however is far from finished as he pour oil into the fire, “HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A GRIFFINDOR!! NOT IN THE HOUSE OF DUFFERS!! THAT HAT IS JUST A PIECE OF JUNK!!”

By now, Harry just couldn’t do anything other than staring at the red haired clown with open mouth as it sinks in to him that the boy has manage to up the ante of stupidity by going from pissing of one of the house to pissing of the ENTIRE school, a full 288 people consisting of students and professors and, if his reading of "Hogwarts a History" is acurate, it is still not including the paintings and other sentient beings in the castle, truly a record that he seriously doubt will EVER be broken in the future.

Finally, a plump woman who seemed to be in her mid 20s or early 30s stands up from her seat on the head table as she speaks, “You, young man… has earns yourself a week detention with me regardless of where you are sorted. My name is Professor Sprout and I am the head of the house you have just insulted TWICE!!” the normally patient and gentle professor raises 2 fingers as she spoke the last word with blazing eyes as if to emphasize just how much trouble the boy is in.

The boy proofs that he isn’t completely thick by finally getting the idea and walks back meekly back to the rest of unsorted first years… only to find that he has just got his name magically raised up in the list making him to be the next person to be sorted, one Ronald Billius Weasley.

As he sits on the stool, he can literally feel every eye on him which is actually a fact as every single student in the school wish that he isn’t sorted into their house. Still one quarter of them has to lose as the sorting hat shouts, “GRIFFINDOR!!”*

As if to completely mirror the previous sorting, this time the entire school bar the Griffindor house cheers out loud while the students on the selected table groans at the unwanted addition to their house.

Since then, the rest of the sorting goes without a hitch until the last student, Blaise Zabini is sorted into Slytherin.

The old headmaster rises from his seat and addresses the students, “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Before we start, there are a few announcements to tell: Mr. Filch informs me that the forbidden forest is not to be entered by students, list of banned items can be found attached to his office door, and the third floor corridor is dangerous off limit if none of you wish to experience a most horrible death”*

The old man lets the news to sink in for a while before turning back to joviality, “Well, that all for tonight. Enjoy the feast.”* Soon, the tables are filled by dozens of plates containing dishes as the students and staffs alike are having their slightly late dinner. During the feasts, introductions are exchanged and casual conversations are made, probably even friendship that may last for a long time. The students are also given the chance to meet their house ghosts.*

After the feast, the prefects lead the first year students to their common room, explains the method of access and splitting them to their separate own dorms separated by gender. Harry immediately unloads his shrank belongings before changing into his sleepwear and tucks in for the night. A small smile appears on his lips as his last thought before losing himself to the sandman is, “Finally, I find where I belong….”

*Some scenes and dialogues taken from "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" by JK Rowling

AN: Some of you might wonder why I put Hermione and Harry in Hufflepuff. The reason is both simple and complicated for me. Its simple for me to decide because I am tired of Harry keep going to any other houses EXCEPT Hufflepuff if any of the fanfics I ever read so wala, there you go, a Hufflepuff Harry. It is also complicated as if there is one thing about Hermione that stands out to me, it is NOT her brilliance or genius, but for me, it is truly her Loyalty that endears her to me. She is literally the most loyal character to Harry even more than Dumbledore or Ron, probably second only to Harry's parents and Sirius. Harry himself is also an incredibly loyal individual so I don't see why they cannot be a Hufflepuff.

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