Harry Potter and the Lord of the Flies

Disclaimer: I'm not the owner of Lord of the Flies nor Harry Potter, as you very well know- I'm sure.

Summary: Harry meets Ralph, the new kid who's attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry unexpectedly along with Jack; 6 months after the rescue.

First Chappie

"Hey Ron," said Harry during breakfast at the Great Hall "who is that new kid? He seemed to have just arrived and it's midterm. That's allowed?"

"Of course it is," Hermione answered, spreading jam on her toast. "honestly, you're a 6th year now, are you ever going to read 'Hogwarts: A History'?"

Harry was about to tell her that he didn't need to; he had her to recite every bit of information in that book. But the Headmaster cleared his throat and stood up, to make an announcement.

"Good morning, I trust you're all enjoying this morning's breakfast? Good, good." His voice magnified across the room so that every student's attention was aimed at him "Most of us who possess magical abilities are detected and are thereby instantly requested to attend Hogwarts, starting at first year. That's right; not all of us. Most of us."

Harry, knowing that his query about the new kid was about to be solved, sensed what was coming next.

"However, those whom have gone unnoticed finally have found their place and joined us. Put your hands together for Ralph Whitman of Gryffindor, and Jack Merridew of Slytherin!"

The Gryffindors cheered for their new house-mate. There were some boos from the Slytherins though; Jack wasn't a pureblood.

Ralph's reaction, however, was unexpected. He didn't look happy or seemed to feel welcome or intimidated like anyone else would. Instead he stood up from his seat, peered at the Slytherin table with his mouth wide open and his face was pale.

"Jack?" His voice escaped his throat as a hoarse whisper "Jack Merridew…. You're… you're here too?"

Jack was gazing at him in return. Not with shock though, but with disgust and disappointment.

Ralph, suddenly flushing pink as he noticed everyone's eyes on him, immediately sat back down again and resumed eating. Or at least pretended to continue eating.

Harry looked at the boy sympathetically, curiosity invaded him.

"Let's go ask him which year he's been classified into," Harry suggested to his friends "this is an unusual circumstance."

They approached the boy they now knew was called Ralph, whom was staring intently at the Slytherin table with wide horrified eyes, gnawing at his supposed food.

Ron cleared his throat.

"Hello," he greeted cheerfully "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley. We were just wondering which year you've been put into."

Ralph gulped down his food and turned to him. Red hair and freckles. Just like the murderer. The murderer by the name of Jack whom he thought he'd escaped from forever. But he didn't. Jack was stuck in the same school as him until graduation, which was not until another four and a half years.

Ralph realized that he was staring at the boy for quite a while without speaking.

"First year," he said quickly, undaunted "Only for a week though- I only need to master the basics. And then I'll be advanced to second year for two weeks. Dumbledore recons I'll be able to handle everything quickly seeing I'm old enough to tackle much more advanced things. Finally I shall get transferred to third year where I belong."

"Oh," said Harry "that's… interesting."

Ron nodded in agreement. The boy continued to gaze at the Slytherin table.

"I expect it's the same with…" he took a deep breath "with Jack."

The trio eyed each other questionably; Ralph and his obvious obsession with Jack was peculiar.

"He killed Piggy," Ralph explained, his voice shaking with emotion. "And all he wanted was his glasses back, because he couldn't see without them. And we needed them to make a fire, so that transportation could notice our smoke and rescue us. And he went and ordered him to be killed. He murdered Piggy!"

Ron's expression was a picture. Not knowing what the kid was talking about, he clearly thought him mental.

"Well," said Hermione quickly "it's been a pleasure meeting you. Goodbye."

Puzzled over the boy's speech; Harry, Ron and Hermione left Ralph- who was now being interrogated by fellow (well to-be fellow) third-years.

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I'll need a review or two before posting the next chapter, just to be certain that there's an interest in where this story's going. You might find things a little hard to understand if you haven't read/watched the Harry Potter series or read/watched Lord of the Flies.

We shall meet Peter Pan and the Lost Boys next; kidding. Remember to tell me honestly what you think in the review!