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The Pride of Hogwarts	By : MightyGryffindor Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Pride of Hogwarts

Chapter 1: The new student.

As the golden Trio made their way to the great hall for supper, on their second night back at school, and now in their fifth year, they saw Headmaster Dumbledore speaking with a family at the main doors.

There was an older gentleman, dressed in expensive looking dress robes, and shorter lady, who was wearing an expensive, dark blue, women’s robe, and a younger boy, about their age, who was kind of tall and lanky.

The young boy was wearing Hogwarts robes, but the insignia wasn’t changed yet, and his tie was plain. The first thing Harry Potter thought about, was that this must be the new student from the states that was mentioned during the last order meeting.

The boy was supposed to be from some important family, and was an old-blood. Harry had never heard of this, until it was explained to him that the family could trace their British magical ancestry back before the Domesday book of the Norman Conquest, or before around 1000 AD. That was the time of the founders, and most purebloods couldn’t trace their lines back near that far.

Harry just figured he was going to be another rich, pureblood prick, and he wouldn’t like him. Especially, after finding out about the old-blood description. He bet they were so bigoted against his kind, that the boy wouldn’t give him the time of day. So, Harry gave a sneer in their general direction, and drug Hermione and Ron into the Great Hall.

What Harry didn’t know, was that the younger boy had seen the sneer, and he never forgot.

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“Good evening students”! Headmaster Dumbledore exclaimed. “Before we feast this fine evening, I have an announcement to make. We have a student transferring into our school from the United States, and he will be sorted momentarily. After he is sorted, I wish you all to make him feel at home”.

At this, Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, only to see, Draco Malfoy, grinning from ear to ear. ‘Yup’, Harry thought, ‘the boy will be a pureblood git if Malfoy knows him’.

“Our new students name is Mr. Alexander Thomas Mattingly, and he is the first Mattingly to grace this school in over three hundred years. His family moved to the states in 1650, and has resided there ever since. They have moved back, and his father has taken his rightful place as Lord Mattingly, over the wizarding lands of Hampshire. His father will also be heading an international cooperative with the Ministry of Magic, and bringing in new ideas to wizarding Britain.

“One last note, if I may. Alex is an ancestor, and heir, to both Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin. It should be interesting to see where the old sorting hat places him. Now, Minerva, please bring in our new student to be sorted”.

Minerva McGonagall walked back to the middle set of doors to the Great Hall, opening them, and ushered in the same tall, lanky boy, that Harry had seen speaking to the Headmaster beforehand. She sat the boy upon the stool, and placed the old sorting hat upon his head, and let it get to business.

“Ah, young Alex”, The hat spoke into the young boys mind, “what a surprise. And, you are the spawn of my maker, Godric Gryffindor, and his best friend, Salazar Slytherin, himself. I am so glad to have your family back with us, but where to put you?

“You could go to either of your families houses, you know, it’s all here in your head. But, with times the way they are, you may be able to finally bring peace to this old school, so where do I place you to do the most good, eh? Well, it better be…..

“GRYFFINDOR”! The hat shouted, and with that, Professor McGonagall removed the hat from the boy’s head, and gave him a proud look.

As Alex stood up, he looked around the hall with a huge toothy grin, and surprised everyone, when he walked across the hall, and shook Draco Malfoy’s hand, and gave the blond a hearty slap on the back. Afterwards, he headed over to the Gryffindor table, where he took a seat with the other fifth year students, and straight across from Harry Potter.

“Hello all”! Alex said, cheerily. “When’s supper”?

Ronald Weasley couldn’t help but snort at this, as he was waiting to dig in himself. When Ron saw the new guy smirk at him, like he knew he understood, well Ron could get along with this guy. “Ronald Weasley”, Ron replied, and held out his hand, which the other boy shook.

“I didn’t know you knew Malfoy”? Ron asked, and Alex could see he didn’t care for the blond.

“Oh, yea, his family used to stop by when they visited the states, and I’ve known him since I was three”. Alex explained. “He’s not bad when you get him away from that crowd around him, and is actually an okay guy, and a barrel of laughs. I fully intend on breaking him of that attitude though, now that I’m here”!

“Well, good luck to you, mate, as he’s always been a git to us”. Ron said, as he dug into his plate full of chicken.

“Ah, you must be one of the ‘Golden Trio’, he’s told me about that”! Alex shot back. “Yes, he’s said he didn’t get along with a few Gryffindors. He’s just jealous is all, that Harry Potter turned him down for friendship when they first met. Which one of you is Harry then”?

At Alex’s question, Harry looked up, and stared at Alex for a moment. Didn’t the new boy recognize him at all? “Uh, well, I am, er, that would be me”. Harry replied, as he quickly wiped off his hand on his britches, and proceeded to shake Alex’s hand. “Why would you say he was jealous”?

“Well, he told me that he was the first wizard your age that you met, and when he ran across you again, on the train, you denied him friendship. He said that somebody insulted him, making fun of the Malfoy name, and him an heir apparent to a Lord, and all. You know, they used to lock folks up for weeks on the Pillory for that.

“Anyhow, he said that’s what started it, and he’s one of those who carries a grudge to his dying day. So, why in the hell would you snub him, over somebody making fun of a Lords son’s last name? That takes some balls, it does”. Alex enquired. “Besides, how would it feel to have the name of Potter made fun of? I’m sure you wouldn’t like that, and you should have a Lordship due you, too”.

At this, Ron had quit eating, and that took an act of the ministry to stop, plus he had turned a disgusting shade of violent red. All the young Weasley could do was stare at his half-eaten plate. Harry, though, just stared with his mouth hanging open, as he watched Alex continue to eat, like nothing was ever wrong in the world. Seamus Finnegan, and Dean Thomas was trying their best to hold in their laughter at the situation, and poor Neville Longbottom was about to faint away.

“You say you’re a Lord apparent then? What does this entail, as I would think that the feudal system had gone out with medieval times”? Hermione chimed in, and held a tight straight lip, which made every pureblood at their table sit straight up, and freeze in their eating.

“Ah, you must be Hermione Granger then”? Alex questioned, and at Hermione’s surprised nod, he drove on. “Well, Mrs. Granger, the British Parliament still has a House of Lords, the same as the wizarding world, except we, as magical Lords, are the protectors of all that is magical on this Isle. We protect the magical lands, Mrs. Granger, and collect the taxes for the Ministry of Magic, on those lands. We also protect the magical people living within our jurisdiction, and offer them a safe harbor any time they should need it, no matter whom they are. My father, who is a Baron by the way, protects all the magical lands of Hampshire, and I am sure you know about the magic of the Shire’s”? Alex enquired, but before she could spit out another sentence, he soldiered on. “We are responsible for all the magical places from Mattingly, to Portsmouth, and on to Southampton, Mrs. Granger, and we take this very seriously. We also have a seat on the Wizengamot, and were one of the original founding members of the Wise Council, and one of the Wise Men.

“It came to our attention that the ones who we had overseeing the land was doing a rather shitty job of it, to put it bluntly, so we decided to move back across the great swamp, and take over the reins.

“You know, if you wanted to learn more about this, you could have asked my friend, Draco Malfoy, as his father is the great protector of Stone Henge, and Wiltshire. They live just outside of Amesbury, where poor Draco almost ran into a muggle Helicopter, on a training broom, when he was a kid there. His father had one hell of a mess out of that, as they had to obliviate a bunch of folks at the RAF base there”. Alex finished, and turned back to his supper before it could get cold, not paying the sarcastic girl one more minute of thought.

Hermione just sat there, drawn up like a prune after the lecture, like she didn’t know MOST of that already. 'So they protected everything magical, and the ferret really did about run into a Helicopter when he was young, so what, who really cared! A Baron, well, really'!

Of course, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown looked like two cats that had just got their cream. They had pure glee in their eyes, because somebody finally shut the know-it-all up. Oh, how quick they wished they could get up to the tower, and start sending out a few owls. Just wait until they saw Padma leaving the hall, as they would for sure let her know everything that was said, and it would be all over Ravenclaw by morning. Besides, Alex was dreamy, and a very rich wizard, they could tell!

“Hey, Potter, Weasley, watch this”. Alex said in a low voice.

When the two looked up, they watched Alex cunningly point his wand at Crabbe’s fat rear, and mutter a spell. Only about a second later, after it hit dead-on, Crabbe was lifted off the bench with a loud fart, at which, he quickly jumped up, holding his britches from behind, and duck walked his way out of the Great Hall, as fast as his fat legs would carry him. The whole of the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables was in an uproar of laughter; well that was everyone except Hermione Granger, and a few of the other prudish students still in the hall.

“You should be ashamed, Alex Mattingly”! Hermione hissed, “I should take points, as I am a prefect this year, you know. That is not proper Gryffindor behavior, and I will NOT have it around me”! Hermione growled out, and threw her napkin down on the table, with a storm brewing on her face. She ignored Fred and George Weasley laughing their heads off, along with their little sister.

“Oh come off it Mione’, that was bloody well brilliant! Did you see his fat arse run outta here”!?! Ron crowed, and was slapping the table with laughter.

Harry couldn’t help but agree with Ron, as he was laughing too, and gave Hermione a look that said calm down, and we’ll talk later. Then, he leaned over to Alex and whispered out, “Hey Alex, what was that spell, you’ll have to teach it to me tonight”!

The next day, Gryffindor house would never be the same, as about every one of the students was hit with the bowel eruption hex by either Alex, Ron, Harry, Seamus, or Dean. Neville was just too scared to try it, but the others laid in on everyone, boys and girls included. Ron’s twin brothers, Fred and George, was in awe of the five lower years antics, and they had gotten hit with the spells several times that day, with payback on the casters minds, they figured.
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