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How the other half lived	By : MusicLady2009 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-How the other half lived
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Chapter 4

Harry Comes to Hogwarts

                The day finally arrived. The whole castle was bustling. House elves were running here and there under direction from Mr. Filtch, making sure things were spic and span. Teachers were putting last minute touches on their classrooms and lesson plans, and Hagrid was putting boats in the water at the black lake and tying them together with a magical rope that would be invisible to the first year students who will ride in the boats to the castle later in the evening. As the clock strikes 2:00, however, all preparations stopped and every teacher and staff member made their way to the staff room for the annual start of term meeting. Chris came into the room just as the clock finished striking. She looked around the room and took the last empty seat which was beside Professor Snape.

                “Miss Smith, Perfectly on time, as usual,” Professor Dumbledore said to her with a small smile.

                “Yes sir, but never late” She replied, blushing slightly.

                “Then let’s begin,” he stood at the head of the long table. His deep purple robes shimmered slightly in the afternoon sunshine that poured through the window, open to allow in fresh air. “Just a few announcements and then we will return to our last minute running. First of all, the Mirror of Erised is currently in the castle.” There were several sharp intakes of breath and even more frowns of confusion around the table at this information. “It will only be accessible for a brief time, and will be in a place students will have no reason to wander; still, I would like regular checks done on the closed wing on the 4^th floor. And I should not need to remind our staff of its dangers. Please do not seek it out. Also, the 3^rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to students and staff alike. Miss Smith, Professor McGonagal, your class rooms are being relocated as we speak to the 4^th and 2^nd floors respectively. Mr. Filch, I will oversee the care and cleaning of that area myself, it is imperative that you all heed my warning and stay out of that area. I do not wish to replace any of you when you face a most horrific death.” There was a general murmur of dissent among some of the teachers, they had never been told to stay away from any part of the castle and no one was quite certain about the threat, weather he was serious or not. “One last thing,” he spoke over the mumbling, “As most of you are aware, Harry Potter will be joining us as a student this year. I trust you will all,” he paused and gave pointed looks to Paige, Chris, and Severus, “Show him the same treatment you would any other student. He is to be neither given privileges, nor be treated poorly because of any of your relationships with his parents, or your feelings about his fame.”

                There were varied reactions around the table. Chris nodded and smiled, knowing she would not have him in her class for a few years, if at all, but looking forward to seeing him in the halls. Paige nodded, grinning. She had every intention of treating him differently, and just not getting caught at it. Severus’ face was stony; internally he was a mix of emotions. Pain and hurt the predominate ones. Pain is, in his opinion, just weakness though so he will never show to the room at large what he is feeling. Several others, professor McGonagall included, smiled at the prospect of seeing what his coming to Hogwarts would bring.

                Professor Dumbledore closed out the meeting and they all headed to their various tasks. Some to the coffee pot in the corner of the room, some to their offices to finish up last minute touches and lesson plans, some to the grounds or to their rooms to enjoy a last little bit of rest and relaxation before the students arrive. The afternoon seemed to sprint by and evening found Chris sitting at her place at the staff table in the great hall. Chris wore a long, strait black skirt and a long sleeved black top that dipped just low enough without being inappropriate. Her black robes over her outfit had just a bit of hot pink at the seams and a matching belt gave her the pop of color she wanted. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a loose bun under her traditional witch’s hat with its hot pink band. She glanced down the long table to where Paige sat between Professor Kettleburn and an enormous empty chair that was waiting for Hagrid to come in after bringing the 1^st years up in the boats. Paige was dressed in dark green robes that set off her eyes. Her hair fell loose beneath her hat. Her eyes moving everywhere, Chris thought that she looked a little like a 1^st year herself, curious and in awe of the room. Chris knew what she was looking for, mostly because she couldn’t keep from looking around herself, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the first years, and Harry Potter. There were other children coming she was anxious to see too though, not all for good reasons. There was Ron Weasley for one, the youngest of the Weasley boys. Chris found herself truly hoping he is more like his eldest brothers and less like the twins. Two of them were hard enough; add a third and she thought the school might collapse. Also starting that year was Draco Malfoy. His mother and father had been the bane of Chris’ existence at school. The plus to his parent’s beliefs about muggles and muggle-borns is that she could be assured she would never have their child in her class. Neville Longbottom was another she looked forward to meeting. Sure, his grandmother claimed he was hopeless, but Chris decided a long time ago that there was no such thing. She had known Alice, his mother, well and still visited on the occasion that she ended up near St. Mungo’s.

                Chris’ musings were interrupted as the huge doors to the hall opened before her and students from second year and up began pouring in and taking their seats. She smiled and nodded to a few of the girls as they took their seats at various tables. The doors closed after the last student was inside. Within a few minutes Hagrid had come in through a back door to the hall and taken his seat. Once he sat down, Professor Dumbledore stood, motioning for silence from the gathered students. A hush fell over the room as Professor McGonagall entered through a side door followed by a line of terrified looking first years. She stood them in a line as the caretaker, Mr. Filch, brought out an old stool and placed a tattered, patched hat on top of it. Everyone’s eyes seemed fixed on the hat as a rip in the brim opened up and it began to sing. The song spoke of the 4 houses and offered the students the chance to put him on and he would place them where they each went. Chris looked down the line as he sang, pausing on each of the young faces. The youngest of the Weasley boys was easy enough to pick out, with his bright red hair, and right beside him, there he was, it had to be Harry Potter. He was the spitting image of his father. His hair dark and untidy, his glasses slipping down his nose just a bit, his build, everything was exactly like James on his first day at school. Then, Harry looked up from the hat towards professor McGonagall and the staff table and Chris saw his eyes, Lilly’s eyes. Those deep, emerald green pools that Chris knew so well. She had to wipe a small tear from her cheek as she looked into eyes identical to those of her old, long dead, friend. She barely paid attention to the sorting, though she did note that Draco Malfoy went to Slytherin, though she hadn’t expected anything else. It was not till “Potter, Harry” was called that she, like everyone else sat forward in her seat.

                Harry sat on the stool, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. McGonagall placed the hat on his head and it fell over his eyes. Several long moments passed. The whole room was transfixed until suddenly…

“GRYFFINDOR” the hat shouted clearly.

                Chris couldn’t help but clap and cheer a bit with everyone else. She smiled and sat back, again just giving a cursory listen to the sorting; now everything would be fine.

                The feast began after a few words (“Nitwit, oddment, blubber and tweak) from professor Dumbledore and soon the room was full of chatter and the sounds of students and teachers alike enjoying their first meal back.
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