Hi! I'm Thea, also known as Daine on AO3. This is my first crossover fic so I hope you guys like it! This is co-written with my friend AnxiousCoffeeAddict. You shoud check them out on AO3! This is crossposted there. 333
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CHAPTER 1- Harry POV
It was the first of September, and I was so relieved to be on the train back to school. The summer had been quite a mess, hat with the dementors and the trial and all, and I had grown so tired of cleaning that I could probably do without it for the rest of my life. I had found a compartment, but it was a bit lonely with only me in it. Hermione and Ron were prefects, so they had to go do… whatever it was that prefects do on the train.
"Um… hi? Can I sit in here? My friends are trying to murder each other…" I looked up at the voice to see an… incredibly short… person… with glasses, short brown hair, and a cat with large green eyes under their arm. They were pretty androgynous, so I wasn't quite sure which gender they were.
"Oh, uh… sure, I don't mind. I'm Harry, by the way," I replied, shifting over a little to give the new person room to sit. They sighed in relief and plopped down, giving me a thankful smile.
"Thanks a bunch. Keith and Lance are trying to murder each other for some reason, Hunk's trying to keep them from killing each other, and Allura is more focussed on meeting the other kids. I'm Pidge, by the way. Nice to meet you," the kid rattled off, absentmindedly toying with the cat's fur.
"Um, Pidge, are you a guy or a girl?" I asked, flinching a bit at how frank I was being.
Pidge sighed, as if the same question had been asked before. "Neither. I'm non binary. I use they them theirs pronouns. I'm biologically female though, so if the school is pretty binary I'll be with the girls. What are your pronouns, for future reference?"
"Oh, uh… he him his. Thanks for asking. What year are you? And since you don't look like a first year, why are you going to Hogwarts now?"
"I'm a fourth year. And my friends and I are transferring from a small private school in America because our teacher slash Keith's older brother and legal guardian, Shiro, got a job here, and like hell were we letting Keith, the socially awkward emo loner come here alone with only Shiro for company, so Lance, Hunk, Allura, and I transferred as well," Pidge explained, crossing their legs after their cat jumped down to explore the compartment. "My cat's Green by the way. That's her name."
"That's sweet of you guys to do that for a friend. And it's nice to meet you, Green," I replied, leaning down to let Green rub against my hand. The white cat did so before settling down on the seat across from us, apparently content to ignore us humans. I was just about to ask Pidge about their other friends when the door banged open to reveal a panting boy of Hispanic descent with a fluffy ginger tabby cat hanging over his shoulders.
"Pidge! Save me! Please, you're my only hope!" he cried dramatically, sprawling across Pidge's lap as he dashed into the carriage. Pidge just grumbled and shoved him off, taking a moment to scratch the ginger tabby's ears.
"Did you just Star Wars me, Lance McClain? And here I thought Keith and Shiro were the sci-fi nerds. You're just as bad," they said while scowling.
"Maaaayyyybeeeeee… but that's beside the point! Mullet wants my head on a stake! Please help!" the boy whined, giving Pidge a potent set of puppy-dog eyes.
"What the fuck did you do?" the shorter of the two asked, giving the new boy, Lance, a suspicious look.
"Weeeelllllllll… I may have stolen his jacket…" he confessed, twiddling with his thumbs. Pidge sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose.
"Give it back, Lance. You know how attached he is to his shit, but especially that jacket," Pidge sighed. Lance opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the door to the compartment barged open to reveal a (rather attractive, I'm a tad jealous of those looks) pissed-off Asian boy with violet eyes shining in anger.
"Lance. Give. It. Back. Now." the boy grit out. Lance gulped and quickly handed over the jacket, which the boy accepted with little grace before stomping off.
"So… who was that?" I finally asked to break the ensuing awkward silence.
"Oh, that was Keith, Lance's future boyfriend. Don't question it. Spend some time around the two of them for a bit and you'll see what I mean." Pidge cackled. Lance shot them a shocked, betrayed look before jumping up and pointing at them while screaming "MULLET AND I AREN'T DATING, NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK PIDGE!" Pidge just responded with more cackling and a "I never said you were, Lance." That caused the Hispanic boy to gape like a fish for a few moments before blushing redder than his cat and sinking down onto the bench next to Green.
"Oh, proper introductions! I'm so rude! Hi, I'm Lance McClain, and this here is my cat Red. I'm assuming you've met Pidge, so… he him pronouns. Who are you?" All of this was rushed out without any pauses for breath, and I had to marvel at the true skill that took.
"Oh, hi! I'm Harry, and my pronouns are also he him? Pleasure. By the way, I have to ask: do all of you and your friends name their pets after colours?" I answered, waving hello. Lance and Pidge both laughed in unison before Pidge replied "Yep, pretty much." After that, the three of us just chatted for a while about random things, like our favourite flavour of various types of candy, (which was prompted by me mentioning that a cart of sweets would be later brought around the train) before I finally asked "Which house do you think you'll be in?"
"Umm, could you please explain the House system at this school? I'm still kinda confused…"
Pidge snorted. "That's nothing new, McClain." I laughed along with Pidge at Lance's betrayed expression that quickly switched to pouting. Eventually, we stopped laughing and I answered Lance's question to the best of my ability.
"There are four Houses here, and you are sorted into them based on your main attributes. Gryffindor is for the brave, Ravenclaw the smart, Hufflepuff the loyal, and Slytherin for the cunning. The Slytherins are the bullies though. Gryffindor is best in my opinion, but that's because I'm biased. I'm in Gryffindor, as are my two best friends. To be sorted McGonagall will place the Sorting Hat on your head and it will tell you the House you fit into best." I deliberately didn't tell them that it reads their minds; I figured that that was better found out first-hand.
"Wow, Pidgey, you're definitely going into Ravenclaw then," Lance teased. They simply responded by lashing out their leg and kicking Lance in the shins. He groaned and rubbed the now sore spot while glaring at his friend.
"Ha ha, Holt. I'm coming for you," he hissed. Pidge just laughed in response, and before Lance could do anything, a snake was winding its way up his body.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH THERE'S A SNAKE ON ME PIDGE GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" he screeched, jumping up and running around in an attempt to shake the reptile. A snicker from the doorway stopped Lance in his tracks, and I glanced over to see the attractive Asian boy from earlier leaning against the doorframe, now dressed in robes.
"Mura, I think he's had enough," the boy called softly, and the snake immediately abandoned its position on Lance to climb up the boy.
"Keith, what the hell?!" Lance yelped. The boy, Keith, promptly ignored Lance and instead gave an awkward little wave in my direction.
"Hi again. I'm Keith, and this lovely here is my snake, Murasaki," he introduced himself. I snorted and waved back.
"I'm Harry. Lovely to meet you, Keith and Murasaki. Are you looking forward to Hogwarts?" I asked. Keith shrugged nonchalantly before looking over at his two friends.
"By the way, Hunk and Allura want you two to come meet up with us for a bit before we get to school, just to go over some things. She sent me to come get you two," he announced before turning around and leaving. Lance's cat, Red, jumped off his shoulders to chase after Keith, which caused Lance to yelp and chase after them. Pidge sighed and turned to face me, face creased in apology.
"Sorry, I should go make sure the idiots don't get themselves killed or kill each other. I'll see you in class at least? Or maybe dinner?"
"Is that a real danger?...Yeah, sure. We can meet up for breakfast tomorrow if you're not sorted into Gryffindor. See you then, Pidge. Tell Lance I say goodbye." With that, Pidge left me alone to my thoughts about the strange new people I had just met. This was looking to be an interesting year already…