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Harry Potter and the wizarding world	By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10766 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit off of JK Rowling's world of Harry Potter, the characters or the timeline. I do own some of the characters that are of my imagination as well as the plot that I came up with.

Chapter List
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Notes: A few short fragments from the original story can be found in this chapter - but not much really. And of course, those fragments don't belong to me, but JK Rowling.

There are also a few original characters introduced in this chapter, because I will need them later on in the story, but I promise the following chapters will be mainly about the HP series characters.
CHAPTER 3
Harry couldn’t wait to go to London. He still felt a bit strange to know how many people from the wizarding world believed him to be a very powerful wizard and their saviour. However, the wonderful perspective of leaving the Dursleys for the next ten months, made Harry overly active that morning.
On the first day of September he woke up at five o’clock and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn’t want to walk into the station in his wizard’s robes – he’d change on the train.
He heard a sound of flapping wings against a cage.
“Calm down, Hedwig,” said Harry reaching inside the cage to pet the owl on the head. “You’re going out today. WE are going out, and we won’t be coming back until end of June. Isn’t that great?”
Harry’s family was still asleep and there was no way they’d be getting up any time soon. Knowing that, he checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed and started reading through some of his school books.
He read the book Magical Theory. Hagrid told him he’s going to have that subject only in his first year, which seemed a bit odd.
‘How can they teach such important subject only one year?’ Harry thought. He might not be an adult or a well-educated wizard yet, but he thought it was crucial to understand the theory and nature of magic in order to perform it well. Then again, he was new to wizarding world, so maybe he was being foolish about that matter.
Two hours later, Harry’s huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys’ car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry, and they had set off.

King’s Cross station was bustling with people. Most of them were hurrying to work – by most of them, meaning Muggles of course. Normally King’s Cross was mainly used by Muggles, but there were a few days a year, when the station was also occupied by a wholly different community – wizarding community, to be exact.
1^st September was one of those days in the year.
Some groups of travellers headed towards platforms 9 and 10, waited there and, at some point, vanished unnoticed by the non-magical folk.
“Mum, where’s Artie? They were supposed to wait here,” whined a brown haired boy, darting his green eyes from the wall between two platforms, where just a minute ago a group of fourth-year Hogwarts’ students vanished.
“It seems their train is running a few minutes late,” a tall witch glanced at a board of arrivals and sighed. “Come on, Cadan. We’ll go ahead to find you a compartment. You’ll keep a sitting place for Jamie and I’ll wait for them at the platform. I told Jamie how to get to Platform 9 ¾ so they should be fine.”
“Do I have to sit with her?” Cadan kept whining, while pushing the trolley with his luggage through the wall and onto the platform with Hogwarts Express.
“Of course. She’s your cousin and it’s her first time in magical world,” said the witch rushing her son towards the train.
“She didn’t have a problem being left alone in Diagon Alley,” mumbled the boy.
“Cadan Summers! You stop it right now!” the woman stopped and looked sternly at the boy. “She’s our family and there is high probability she’ll be sorted into Hufflepuff, just like you and me. And because of that you WILL look after her.”
“But she’s weird,” Cadan struggled to get his trunk and cage with owl into the train. “Even Artie says so, and he’s her brother. He said that even in primary school, other kids thought so.”
“Jamie was bullied in school?” she asked surprised.
“No. Artie just said that other kids thought her to be strange and somewhat scary, so they just talked behind her back.” The boy grinned and waved to his friend, standing with his parents on the platform. “Oi, Ced!”
“Hi, Cadan,” a fourth-year student greeted his younger fellow Hufflepuff. Noticing his friend’s mother, he said politely “Good morning Mrs Summers. Mother, father, let me introduce my friend’s mother, Mrs Elowen Summers.”
“Nice to meet you,” she shook hands with Mr and Mrs Diggory “I’m really happy my Cadan befriended your son. Cedric has a good influence on him.”
“Please, Mrs Summers. I’m not doing anything really. Just keeping Cadan away from trouble,” explained quickly Cedric.
“Keeping my son out of trouble...hmmm, sounds like a difficult task,” the witch laughed lightly.
“Mum!” protested the boy.
Chuckling Cedric added explaining to his parents “Mrs Summers is a healer and she was in Hufflepuff as well.”
Seeing the platform getting more and more crowded the boys said goodbye to their relatives and got on the train. Apparently Cedric already had a compartment and Cadan joined him.
“Don’t worry Draco, we’ll find you a nice, empty compartment,” the three adults heard a female voice and soon after saw a family of three blonds walking their way.
“There’s no need, mother. Crabbe and Goyle are supposed to find me a good sitting place,” said a pale, blond boy walking between his parents.
“Well played, Draco,” Lucius smirked, but stopped abruptly when he heard someone snorting when they walked pass them.
He turned to face the Diggorys and, to his surprise, the witch Elowen, whom he remembered from Diagon Alley.
“Seeing your offspring off...I suppose,” he said, the air of superiority surrounding the pure-blood.
“Lucius.” Amos Diggory almost hissed at the former Death Eater. “Yes. I see you’re here for the same reason.”
“Obviously,” was all he said before Narcissa placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Lucius, we ought to go now.”
Stopping a few meters away from the other three, Narcissa commented to herself “Why do they associate with the worst sort, is beyond me.”
“What do you mean, love?” Lucius asked.
“Diggorys are half-bloods, but why do they make it even worse, and spend time with Muggle-borns...Muggle-borns who marry Muggles?”
“You mean to say, the witch with the Diggorys is a Muggle-born?” the man was more than surprised.
“Of course. She may be a healer at St Mungo’s, but she married a Muggle and they live among Muggles.”
Draco listened to his parents’ conversation, but wasn’t interested in it at all. His mind was focused on his task – befriending Harry Potter. He got that task from his father and he wanted to fulfil his wish, and make him proud. He could tell his parents put their hopes in that task. Draco honestly couldn’t wait for the term to start – he would become friends with the-boy-who-lived, he’d get top marks in his year and of course he’d become the Prince of Slytherin – just like his father, when he was in Hogwarts.
First, however, he needed to get on Hogwarts Express. That reminded him that there was still no sign of Crabbe and Goyle. He told them, a week ago, to find them a nice compartment and wait for him at the platform. Was it really that difficult to follow such simple instructions? Was he asking for too much?
“Malfoy!” suddenly two burly boys came out of the train and walked his way.
“Finally,” commented annoyed Draco.
“Good morning Mrs Malfoy, Mr Malfoy,” said the boys in chorus. “We’ve found a compartment with Nott, Greengrass and Parkinson.”
“Good morning,” Daphne Greengrass walked to greet them “Mother and father should be back here in a minute, they’ll be delighted to see you Mr and Mrs Malfoy.”
Indeed, after a while, Daphne’s parents along with her sister showed up. They still had some time before the train’s departure so they talked – both adults and children. All of them were so absorbed in their conversations that they haven’t noticed the platform getting even more crowded and chaotic. Until something interesting happened.
In the distance they saw a group of five people heading their way. Those people looked very strange, in their opinion. Though, it wasn’t surprising.
“Are those...Muggles?” asked Mr Greengrass with disapproval in his voice.
The family was definitely non-magical – they were dressed like Muggles and behaved like Muggles. If that wasn’t enough, they acted as if they were in a zoo, watching exotic animals. In front of them ran a six year old brown haired girl, gawking at everything and everyone around her, with her big, brown eyes. Just behind her ran a red haired boy, probably a twelve year old, waving his hand to another boy, who darted out of the train.
“Aunt Elowen!” shouted the little girl, effectively catching attention of at least one third of the people at the platform. Not being careful, she bumped into Mr Nott, who stood not that far from the Malfoys, knocking the wizard’s walking stick and falling on her bum in the process. “Ouch.”
The girl quickly got up and continued her run.
“Are you alright, sweetie? Are you hurt?” asked a brown haired woman, who seemed to be the girl’s mother.
“Of course she’s alright. She just bumped into a person, not a wall. You can’t get hurt from that,” commented a red haired man, most likely the father of the family, when they passed the pure-bloods, and stopped next to the Diggorys and Mrs Summers.
“Remind me, Elowen, why we had to come here all the way from Scotland, if that school of yours IS in Scotland?” complained the man to the witch.
“Because that is, sort of a tradition, Aiden. All Hogwarts’ students travel to Hogwarts by train from London and Jamie is no exception,” explained politely the witch and hugged her sister. “I’m glad you all made it.”
“Yes. Children were really excited to see all that magical stuff,” answered the woman.
Since everyone around was watching the whole scene, no one really thought much of Lucius staring at the Muggle family and listening to their conversation.
This was starting to get on his nerves, though. Not only did those Muggles show up in their world and acted as if they were on their own territory, but they didn’t even seem to have any manners – considering the way they’ve treated old Nott. They didn’t even apologize to him.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a short person pushing a trolley with luggage, behind the group of Muggles.
It was a familiar, pale skinned and black haired girl who walked with the trolley. Lucius’ eyes met with the girl’s, whom he met a month ago at Diagon Alley. He clearly saw embarrassment in the girl’s eyes. She kept her head low and tried to avoid the glares the pure-bloods sent her way.
“Aunt Elowen!” shouted the younger girl, even though she was standing next to her aunt. “I’ve learned a new word.”
“What word, sweetheart?” asked the witch.
“Muggle-born! It’s you and Jamie, right?” the girl ran in circles around her family and smiled brightly. “My sister is a witch, a Muggle-born!”
“Stop it,” hissed irritated Jamie, stopping by her family.
“But you are a witch and you are a Muggle-born.”
“You already told that to half of the people at the station,” she grabbed tightly the younger girl’s arm and glared at her angrily.
The little girl nearly started crying, but she managed to jerk from the other’s grip and ran to her mother. For the rest of their stay there she watched Jamie with wariness.
Not long after, both groups of children’s trunks were already in the train and only their families were waiting at the platform. The Diggorys and Greengrasses have already said goodbye to their children and left the station.
While Mrs Summers and the rest of the Simmons family were talking and saying their goodbyes, Mr Simmons looked at Jamie. He grabbed the child by the hand and dragged behind one of the pillars at the platform.
“What?” asked the girl.
“Don’t think I haven’t seen how you treated Alice today,” replied the man.
“She was annoying. I told her to stop, but she kept nagging,” explained Jamie. “She’s embarrassing me.”
“How could she possibly embarrass you?”
“I don’t want her to walk around and tell everyone I’m a muggle-born,” she said. “And besides, she didn’t even apologize to that man she bumped into…that’s rude.”
“She’s just a child. She’s happy for you and you’re being ungrateful,” the man’s face became a bit flushed. “If you put one toe out of line, we’ll take you straight home and there will be no magic for you. Not even your mother or aunt is going to convince me otherwise.”
“But you can’t just take magic away from me,” Jamie got more and more agitated.
“You’ll get sorted into the same house as your cousin and you’ll stick to him.”
“You don’t know which house I’ll be sorted into. No one knows,” she clutched one of her books in her hands and tried to contain her anger. “Besides…I don’t want to be in his house. If I end up in Hufflepuff, I’m gonna go back home myself, cause I don’t belong in that house.”
“You will stick to your cousin and you will make sure other people don’t find out about certain things that should remain secret. Do I make myself clear?” he grabbed her by shoulders and looked at her sternly. “Do I make myself clear, Jamie?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” his expression softened and he kneeled down before the child. “I really wish you to have a nice term…and please, don’t cause any trouble.”
The man embraced his daughter then stood up and walked towards the train.
Jamie followed him closely. Just when she walked from behind the pillar, she saw a blond wizard standing there and watching her with an expression she couldn’t really explain. She was aware that Lucius Malfoy knew very well she was a muggle-born – thanks to her sister, Alice – and she felt bad about it. Not that she wanted to impress the pure-blood or anything of sorts, but she didn’t want the man to have a bad opinion of her either.
Since she was six years old, she knew her aunt was a witch – a muggle-born witch. Jamie didn’t have anything against her aunt or her blood status. Even after she started reading books about the wizarding world, pure-bloods, half-bloods etc. That however didn’t change the fact that she always felt strange about her family. It wasn’t really about the family itself – more like, Jamie felt she was different than her relatives, both magical and non-magical relatives.
Feeling strangely embarrassed, she simply bowed to Mr Malfoy and got into the train.

Harry and the Dursleys reached King’s Cross at half past ten. He couldn’t wait to get onto the train. He was pleasantly surprised when uncle Vernon wheeled his trunk into the station for him, but that kindness didn’t last long. Mr Dursley left him between two platforms and drove away.
The boy was getting worried what he’ll do now – he didn’t know where to find platform 9 3/4. He didn’t even know where to find his relatives in London now. Harry even started considering sending Hedwig to Hagrid asking for help in getting to Hogwarts, but that could take hours and his train was supposed to depart in half an hour.
Harry was mad at himself for not asking Hagrid how to get to the platform, but on the other hand, how he was supposed to know it would be that difficult. After all, it was Hagrid’s task to tell him everything he needed to know – just a month ago he thought he was ‘just Harry’, for crying out loud.
At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying.
“—packed with Muggles, of course --”
He followed a group of four boys and a girl, all with flaming red hair, led by a plump woman. He stopped near enough to hear their words and observed them. To his surprise three of the boys ran straight into the wall between two platforms and suddenly vanished.
Realising it was his chance Harry said to the plump woman. “Excuse me.”
“Hello, dear,” she said. “First time at Hogwarts? Ron’s new, too.”
She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.
To Harry it was obvious they were a wizarding family and knew more than him about magic, but somehow their presence didn’t seem as overwhelming as the wizards he met at Diagon Alley.
“Yes,” he said. “The thing is – the thing is, I don’t know how to --”
“How to get onto the platform?” she said kindly, and Harry nodded.
He wasn’t very convinced by the explanations the woman gave him on how to get to the platform, but he didn’t know how to do it any other way.
Harry ran straight for the wall and a few seconds later, much to his pleasure, he found himself on the right platform, and he did that without crushing into anything solid.
Before his eyes he saw a red steam engine and a crowd of strange looking people – ‘strange’ was how the Dursleys would have described the crowd at the platform, but Harry thought something completely different.
He felt euphoric to be in that crowd. They were just like him – witches and wizards – and there were quite a lot of them too. True, he probably have seen more magical folk at Diagon Alley back in July, but here were mostly kids like him, going to Hogwarts. But what he was thankful the most was that no one here seemed to have noticed who he was.
It wouldn’t be true to say that Harry wanted to be sort of invisible – no, that would be a lie. He was a normal eleven year old, after all, and he was happy that finally he’d be with people like him. But on the other hand, he didn’t want to be famous, because of some dark wizard who killed his parents. He simply wanted people to like him for who he was.
‘Honestly, who would like to be famous for being orphaned at the age of one?’ Harry thought while pressing through the crowd. ‘That’s just stupid. Everyone knows more about me than I do. Hagrid didn’t even tell me why Voldemort wanted to kill me. It’s not like the man liked to run around and kill babies for fun…there had to be a reason.’
Thankfully, he found an empty compartment and tried to get his heavy trunk inside, but with no luck. Then the red haired twins, he met before at the station, showed up and helped him.
“Thanks,” said Harry, unconsciously pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“What’s that?” said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry’s lightning scar.
“Blimey,” said the other twin. “Are you”
“He is,” said the first twin. “Aren’t you?” he added to Harry.
“What?” said Harry.
“Harry Potter,” chorused the twins.
“Oh, him,” said Harry. “I mean, yes, I am.”
The two boys gawked at him, and Harry felt himself turning red. To his relief, the twins’ mother called for them from the platform.
Harry sat down next to the window and watched the red haired family. They seemed very close – not like him and the Dursleys. Then again, it wasn’t that difficult to have a better relationship with one’s family than he did with the Dursleys. He, honestly, couldn’t understand how aunt Petunia could dislike him so much, if he was her nephew. Yes, he knew she didn’t like magic, but still, he was her only living relative from that side of the family.
“Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?” the twins’ words suddenly got Harry’s full attention.
‘Great, here it comes again,’ thought irritated Harry. He was really grateful to the twins for their help, but why did they have to go around telling others who he was.
He watched other people on the platform, saying good bye to their children. All of them looked so happy and it caused Harry to wonder what it would be like, if his parents were alive – what kind of person would he be, if he grew up in the wizarding world; what if he lived in a house full of magic, and not 4 Privet Drive. Even though he already got used to the thought that his parents were no longer there, at that moment, Harry felt a bit jealous that everyone here seemed to have a family, and the only relatives he had were the magic hating Dursleys.
“Never mind that,” he heard the twins saying. “Do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?”
‘Good question. Do I?’ Harry thought. ‘Do I really remember anything from that time? Should I even remember?’
Harry unconsciously rubbed his scar, which felt a bit warm under his fingertips.
It all felt really confusing. Part of him was angry at everyone around him, but he couldn’t explain why – maybe because they asked him questions he didn’t know answers to, or maybe because they expected great things from him. But no one wanted to understand that he was just a kid and he didn’t defeat Voldemort; because, honestly, even toddlers from wizarding families didn’t just kill a grown up dark wizard. And yet, another part of him kept whispering in the back of his mind, that he shouldn’t be mad at those people, because they were just curious.
Suddenly, the train began to move and the platform was slowly disappearing. He watched the houses flash past the window and he forgot all the anger he felt just moments ago. Now he felt excitement growing inside him – he was going to the school of witchcraft and wizardry, the same school his parents attended.
The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in.
Harry noticed the boy recognised him and felt slight irritation growing again, but he quickly fought that feeling down.
‘Well, he already knows who I am,’ he thought. ‘Might as well give it a try and start making friends.’

The countryside outside the windows had changed; it was getting wilder with every passing minute. It was already early afternoon and it wouldn’t take much time now to get to Hogwarts.
Students in every compartment seemed to enjoy their ride – talking with friends and catching up on what happened to them that summer. Unfortunately, not everyone could simply enjoy the trip.
Neville, a round-faced first year boy, was walking up and down the corridor of Hogwarts Express and searched for his pet. It must have been third or fourth time he searched the train, already, but with no luck. He was getting more and more depressed by the fact. Not that it happened the first time that his toad ran away somewhere, but Neville’s grandmother was definitely going to lecture him about keeping an eye on his pets – and a lecture from his gran was never something to look forward to.
“Have you found it?” asked a girl, with lots of bushy brown hair, stopping by his side.
“No,” he answered nearly crying.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find it,” she said with her bossy tone. “We can also tell one of the prefects that you’ve lost your toad. They will help us find it. I’ve read they are supposed to help younger students.”
“Alright,” he sighed heavily. “I’ll go on ahead and ask people once more about my toad.”
The girl crossed her arms and watched Neville walk away. She decided to stay there and ask students from this part of the train about that missing toad – someone simply had to see it.
She knocked on the door to the nearest compartment and opened it.
It wasn’t full – there were just two girls, who had to be twin sisters, and two boys sitting there. They were all so engaged in their conversation that they almost haven’t noticed the person standing there.
“Have anyone seen a toad? The first year, Neville, lost it,” she said loudly to get their attention.
All four of them stared at her confused. They were just talking about something completely different and this girl just walks in and asks them about someone’s pet.
“No, we haven’t,” answered one of the twins.
“It’s really important,” the brown haired girl continued “You see, Neville has been looking for it since we left London.”
“There is a rumour, Harry Potter is somewhere in this train. So I doubt anyone will look for a toad, before they find out if the rumour is true,” said one of the boys.
“It is true,” she said in her bossy way and crossed her arms. “I’ve already met him.”
The stunned expressions on their faces made the girl satisfied with herself. She finally managed to get their attention – and besides, she herself was very excited to meet the boy-who-lived, about whom she read a lot.
“I’m Ernie Macmillan,” said the boy from before, who suddenly changed his attitude. “This is Zachary Smith and Patil twins – Padma and Parvati.”
“I’m Hermione Granger,” she said and sat in the compartment, next to the Patil girls.
“You’ve seriously met him? Are you sure it was him?” asked Zachary.
“Yes. He introduced himself and I’ve seen his scar. Besides, I’ve read all the books from the school list and a few extra so I know everything about him. I’m absolutely sure he wasn’t lying,” Hermione explained very fast. “It was no doubt, Harry Potter.”
“I wonder which house he’ll be in,” said Ernie.
“I don’t think he knows in which house he’d like to be,” answered the girl again. “Which house would you like to be in?”
“I don’t know really,” said quietly Parvati.
“I guess anywhere is fine, as long as it’s not Slytherin,” answered Padma and the rest of them nodded in agreement.
“Think you’re right,” Hermione said standing up from her seat. “I definitely can’t be sorted into that house. I’ve heard they hate Muggle-borns there. Anyway, I’d better go look for that toad; we’ll be arriving soon.”
She walked out onto the corridor and went to the next compartment – this one was rather quiet, compared to the previous one. There were two boys, both silently watching the changing countryside out the window, and three girls. Two of those girls discussed something and the third one was reading some book and seemed to ignore surrounding world.
Hermione could practically feel the strange mood in the air.
“Have anyone seen a toad?” was all she could ask.
“Really?” a pale girl, with long, wavy brown hair and black eyes stopped talking with her friend and asked slightly annoyed. “Do you really think we care about some toad?”
There was a long, uncomfortable silence and the girl was glaring at Hermione all the time. Although it was obvious, she was rather in a bad mood in general, than mad at Hermione. The other girl – with shoulder length auburn hair – simply tried to calm down her friend.
Not liking the awkward silence, one of the boys said, “No, we haven’t seen any toad here. You should probably report that to a prefect.”
“Yes, that was my plan, thanks,” she said quickly. “I’m Hermione Granger, by the way. And you are?”
“Phillip Montgomery and this is Andrew Cameron,” the boy introduced the one next to him.
Not being interested in getting to know the two girls – especially the rude one, Hermione skipped to the last person there. “And who are you?”
The black haired girl reading a book, by the window, reluctantly looked up at her.
Hermione felt very awkward when she finally got the girl’s attention. She recognized her immediately – it was the same person, whose younger sister kept running happily at the station and telling everyone her sister is a Muggle-born witch. Hermione noticed that many students didn’t want to talk about their blood status and she didn’t know how many Muggle-borns, like herself, to expect in school. That’s why she was happy to have a chance to meet someone who she already knew was like her.
However, now, she wasn’t so confident about her idea of befriending that person – the girl was pretty and didn’t seem rude, but there was something intimidating in her look.
“What’s your name?” Hermione finally asked. “I’ve seen you at the station; you’re a Muggle-born, just like me.”
The boy, Andrew, winced slightly when hearing the blood status describing word and glanced over at two girls before him, who still seemed annoyed by the intrusion, and then at the girl by the window – her expression hasn’t changed one bit, but he could tell by her eyes that she wasn’t happy about the turn of the events.
“I see you’re reading books,” continued Hermione, ignoring everyone else. “I’ve read all our school books already; I hope that’s enough for the start. I know it’s going to be hard at the beginning, but I was told that Muggle-borns, like us, are doing as well as any other magical child in Hogwarts.”
“Keep on dreaming,” snorted the rude girl.
“Chloris, just ignore it and calm down,” said the auburn haired girl next to her.
“Anyway,” Hermione ignored them once more. “What’s your name and what are your parents doing? Mine are dentists.”
“The name is Jamie; and I don’t feel like discussing my blood status,” she answered coldly, but still politely and returned to reading.
“At least she knows it’s better to keep quiet about being a Muggle-born,” commented Chloris.
“That’s fine,” said Hermione, still determined to get on better terms with the black haired girl. “Do you know, than, what house you want to be in?”
Jamie looked up from her book once more and looked around the compartment – the situation was very odd and uncomfortable; it was obvious the two girls – Chloris and Morag, if she remembered correctly, had to be at least half-bloods, and the two boys were definitely trying to hide something, but she didn’t know what. And there was this new girl – Hermione, who desperately tried to make friends, but she didn’t quite grasp the situation she found herself in. Jamie just wanted to end this trip fairly quickly and without any problems, but here was Hermione, ruining her plans. Jamie thought that she probably could make some friends herself, especially in the wizarding world, but the bushy haired girl simply drove her crazy – she interrupted her in reading and she kept nagging about her parentage, two things that really irritated Jamie.
“I hope to be in Gryffindor,” Hermione said when Jamie didn’t respond. “I guess Ravenclaw isn’t bad either, but I really want to be in Gryffindor. I’ve read one of the greatest wizards was in that house.”
“Merlin was in Slytherin,” said Jamie, and Chloris unsuccessfully tried to hide a snicker.
“I was thinking about Dumbledore,” retorted Hermione. “I really hope for Gryffindor; it’s the best house.”
“I guess,” the black haired girl smiled politely, focused on her book and added in a hushed voice, “If you have a hero complex and have the constant need to save the world that is.”
“I think you should find the prefects and ask them about that lost toad,” said the auburn haired girl. “And my name’s Morag.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that,” said Hermione with a smile and left the compartment.
She walked few steps away from the door and leaned on a wall.
“Making friends is really hard,” she sighed heavily. “I hope I don’t end up in the same house as that awful Chloris girl.”
“Don’t stand there,” said someone behind her, with a sneer. “You’re blocking the corridor.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean…” before she could finish her sentence, two tall and mean looking boys pushed her to the side and walked away, following a more slender blond boy.
“How rude,” she commented angrily to herself.

Harry was doing his best to remember as many facts about Quidditch as possible, but after around fifteen minutes of Ron’s lecture, he realised it was impossible to follow the red haired boy’s speech. It was obvious that Ron was a really big fan of that sport, but from what Harry learned so far, almost everybody in the wizarding world was a fan of Quidditch. It wasn’t surprising though – even based on what little information he heard, Harry thought it to be really interesting.
Then it hit him – Quidditch required players to fly on brooms. It sounded brilliant; but was he even able to fly? To be able to fly on a broom and to own a broom would be really amazing.
Suddenly, in the middle of Ron’s lecture, the door to their compartment slid open again. This time, however, it was neither the toadless boy nor Hermione Granger. This person Harry recognized immediately – at least the boy in the middle; it was the same blond boy he had met at Madame Malkin’s shop in Diagon Alley. Next to him stood two big and mean looking boys.
“Is it true?” the blond said. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?”
“Yes,” said Harry while eying the other two boys on either side of the blond, they looked like bodyguards and not very bright ones.
“Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
Ron coughed slightly to hide a snigger, but Draco noticed it and looked at him.
“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.”
“What’s your problem?” asked annoyed Harry. True, it crossed his mind as well, that maybe Ron’s family has more children than they can afford but he shouldn’t judge the Weasleys – after all, they were a family; he, on the other hand, had no idea what a family should be like.
“I don’t have any problems,” smirked Draco. “But you might. You come from an old wizarding family; you could become someone great, but instead you choose to stick with blood traitors. You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
He held out his hand to shake Harry’s.
Harry stared at Malfoy’s hand and wondered what to do. He didn’t like the way the blond behaved and talked about Ron and his family, but there was also something intriguing about that boy. He was the first person to tell him he could be great and didn’t mention saving the world or Voldemort; Harry definitely liked that, but accepting Draco’s friendship would probably offend Ron. He didn’t want to upset the red head – after all, he was his first friend.
At that moment, Harry thought he was going mental, because for a second there, he could swear he saw something dark and warm in Draco’s aura; it was something familiar, something that made him think that maybe the blond was really not that bad, and maybe even a bit similar to him; and it made Harry want to shake Malfoy’s hand and discuss this dark, warm feeling with him.
He made up his mind; he’ll talk with Draco and explain to Ron later. However the same moment he felt a sudden sting and something inside him was telling him it was the wrong thing to do.
Not thinking much, he said, “I think I can tell who the wrong sorts are for myself, thanks.”
It seemed as if Harry’s words had no effect on Draco, but the boy’s cheeks became a bit pink. Harry thought the blond was going to throw a fight or something, but instead he just glared at him.
“I’d be careful if I were you, Potter,” he said slowly. “Unless you’re a bit politer you’ll go the same way as your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it’ll rub off on you.”
Both Harry and Ron stood up ready to fight the other boys. Harry couldn’t decide if Malfoy was just pretending or was he really such an awful person, but he was definitely too arrogant.
Thankfully they didn’t have to fight neither Goyle nor Crabbe; Scabbers had done the work for them and scared the boys away.
“You’ve met Malfoy before?” asked Ron, when they were left alone in their compartment.
Harry explained about his visit in Diagon Alley and his first meeting with the blond.
“I’ve heard of his family from my dad,” said Ron darkly. “They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side.”
Harry was glad to hear as much as possible about the wizarding world – it was a good thing, since he was going to live among wizards for the next few years if not the rest of his life. However, he was starting to get a headache from all the different information.
Ron was his friend – he was sure of that one - , but something he said just didn’t make sense.
All Harry knew about You-Know-Who, was that he was a really awful person, killed his parents and tried to kill him. All in all that made Voldemort ‘the bad guy’. If Ron’s father is right and Malfoy’s family was supporting You-Know-Who, than why did Draco try to be friends with him.
Lost in his thoughts, he noticed the train stopped at a small, dark platform. Next thing he knew, he was on the platform and heard a familiar voice. It was Hagrid, who was gathering the first years.
They followed the half giant down a steep path leading to a great black lake. Then all of them got into a fleet of little boats and sailed across the lake to the castle.
After they got into the entrance hall and met a witch with the sternest face Harry has ever seen, all of them were left in an empty chamber off the hall.
They were supposed to wait there and be sorted into houses later, which made Harry feel uneasy. In fact, he felt horrible. His biggest fear was that the sorting was supposed to take place in front of the whole school, but no one told him how the sorting is done exactly. What if they expected him to do magic? He didn’t know any. What if they send him away, back to the Dursleys? He definitely didn’t want to go back there.
After a while professor McGonagall returned and told them to follow her. In Harry’s opinion she returned too fast. He wouldn’t mind to get a little more time to calm his nerves.
They followed her into the Great Hall and saw all the other students and teachers there, waiting for them. Everyone stopped at the top of the hall. Before them stood a four-legged stool and a pointed wizard’s hat.
Just then a question popped into Harry’s head – he realized he has heard a bit about the houses and worried in which he will end up, but he never asked Hagrid what house his parents were in.
He was brought out of his thoughts when the hat started singing a song about the four houses. When the song was finally over, he smiled weakly realising that all he had to do was put on the hat and wait to be sorted; still, that helped only a little.
Professor McGonagall called the first person – Hannah Abbott – and then the next one. All Harry heard were the names of the houses shouted by the hat, though he didn’t remember into which house each person was sorted. He couldn’t stop thinking about the hat’s song – what if even the hat has a problem where to put him?
Finally, he focused on the sorting ceremony just in time to hear that Hermione Granger got her wish and was sorted into Gryffindor. Nervously he watched other people being sorted – Greengrass, whom he vaguely remembered from Diagon Alley, Higgs, Holmwood, all three ended in Slytherin; Hopkins and Jones were placed in Hufflepuff; Neville Longbottom, the toadless boy from the train, was sorted into Gryffindor. After a few minutes, Malfoy was called forward and immediately placed in Slytherin – just like he wanted.
Now, Harry was really getting nervous. He only heard the names of the next few people, while he waited for his turn – Malone, Midgen, Moon, Montgomery, Noel, Nott, O’Connell, Parkinson, Patil twins, Peakes and Perks.
“Potter, Harry” called professor McGonagall.
The moment she read his name the entire Great Hall went silent, just to fill with whispers a while later.
Harry stepped forward and thankfully he didn’t have to look at all those people reactions, because his vision was blocked by the hat, which dropped over his eyes.
“Hmm” said a small voice in his ear “Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There’s talent, yes, and a nice thirst to prove yourself and…hmm, now that’s interesting…so where shall I put you?”
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and tried to calm down his nervous. All he wanted was to simply hear the hat’s decision; he wanted to be placed in one of the houses; he wanted to hear that he belonged here and didn’t have to go back to the Dursleys. It would be wonderful if he was sorted into the same house as his friends, but the problem was he never really had friends. So far he only met Hermione Granger, who was a bit bossy, Ron Weasley, who hasn’t been sorted himself yet and Draco Malfoy, but he was in Slytherin. At that moment he remembered everything he has heard about that house and thought it might be a bad idea to end there.
“Not Slytherin, eh?” said the hat as if reading his thoughts “Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, it’s all in your magic, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness. There’s no doubt about that. No? Well, if you’re sure…better be Gryffindor!”
He barely noticed that the hat shouted the last word and professor McGonagall took the hat off of his head. He was so excited that he really belonged in the wizarding world that he hardly realised he was getting the loudest cheers from other students. Now he could relax and look around the Great Hall. Harry watched the teachers sitting at the High Table – some of them he recognized, Hagrid, professor Quirrell and Albus Dumbledore.
The sorting ceremony continued and Harry observed it excitedly – now, all he needed was for Ron to be sorted into Gryffindor too.
The hat shouted ‘Gryffindor’ once more and Sophie Roper came running to their table. Harry knew already that Slytherin house had a bad reputation, but he really didn’t understand their negative reaction when the next girl, Jamie Simmons, was placed among Slytherins. Thankfully, professor McGonagall quickly called forward another person – Smith, Thomas, Turpin and finally came Ron’s turn. Harry crossed his fingers and a second later the hat had shouted ‘Gryffindor’.
Harry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron sat next to him and McGonagall finished reading the list of students – Williams, Wright and Zabini.
Later on, Dumbledore said a few words and the feast started. Harry took his time to listen to his housemates’ stories about their families and watched the teachers at the High Table.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain across the scar on his forehead, but it quickly went away. He, however, saw something strange; there, around the black haired professor sitting next to Quirrell, something was moving or maybe floating, something barely visible, but he could still see it. This something reminded him of mist, fog maybe. He looked around, but it seemed only he was seeing it. Harry looked once more around the Hall and saw a similar mist around a few students, but he didn’t understand what it was.
Harry looked at the High Table again and saw the same teacher staring at him. He got the feeling that the man really didn’t like him, though.
“Percy. Who’s that teacher talking to professor Quirrell?” he asked.
“That’s professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn’t want to…everyone knows he’s after Quirrell’s job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape.”

Draco finished his meal and observed his housemates. Most of them were pure-bloods, just like him, but there were a few half-bloods as well. That didn’t bother him though. He may be a Malfoy and considered only other pure-bloods to be his equals, but he wasn’t naïve to think that there would be no half-bloods in Slytherin. The strange thing, however, was the fact that a Muggle-born was placed in his house; that was very rare or rather unheard of.
‘Just wait till father hears about that,’ he thought ‘A Muggle-born in Slytherin.’
That also reminded him about another disaster that day – Potter. He was supposed to befriend the boy-who-lived, but he obviously failed to do so.
‘He must be mad! How dare he reject my offer of friendship?’ he thought while heading to his common room with the rest of his house ‘Dear Morgana, father’s going to kill me for that failure.’
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