And of course, no fandom is ever complete without a Harry Potter crossover! Except this story doesn't include Harry Potter and co. I like to think this story takes place a few hundred years later or something or it's simply an AU.

This was written mostly for my enjoyment more than anything else. I tried to think of a plot at one point but then I realized I didn't find much enjoyment trying to find something that simply didn't exist since this was my way of having fun and letting my imagination wander free so I decided to just screw plot and as a result this story is essentially plotless. The chapters will be relatively short, 6 pages or so, compared to my usual, longer "full-length" chapters of around 14-16 pages.

Also, I'm basing characters off of fanon interpretations and fanon names for some. Check out Tumblr ask blogs of askthebam and dead-mechanic. As such, Battle Mage is Luka, Mechanic is Aidan, and Tin is Cannoneer.

This'll be mostly a gen fic but there might be hints of PhanFreud, past ShadeFreud, and maybe even Aidan/Luka if I can squeeze it in because gawd if I can help myself.

Since this is a mostly for-fun project with no plot and therefore no end in sight, this story shall be perpetually in-progress.

The grand castle was majesty itself painted out of the nebulous dreams of fairy tales and Evan was in utter wonder.

Not even in his wildest imagination would he ever think that he would end up here but end up here he did into a world of fantastical and impossible proportions. He could hardly keep his jaw off the floor as he gawked unattractively around, staring as he was at his new surroundings dazedly while he moved with the rest of his group through the yawning hallways and sweeping stone staircases.

They eventually stopped in front of a set of grand double doors that seemed to arch all the way to the ceiling, larger than any other door he's ever seen in his life, its wood carved with a multitude of things that Evan didn't have a chance to fully make out before the doors opened with a slow creak without prompting. Their guide never once broke stride as she continued down the aisle between two of four elongated tables that took up the massive room seated in which must have been hundreds of other people, all eyes on them and just like that, his wonder was quickly doused by the heady return of anxiety.

The entirety of the area was lit in the warm glow of many hundreds of little fires flickering on candles positioned elegantly on their candelabras and even suspended midair above which was the breathtaking beauty of the starry night sky. What was most eye-catching, however, were the four banners strung above the four tables, resplendent in their unique individual colors and animals.

Their guide led them towards the front of the room where a group of what must be his future teachers sat behind tables upon a dais, their gazes upon the youngsters standing nervously before them.

Evan watched tensely as their guide brought forth a stool sat upon which was a beaten-up ragged pointed hat that had definitely sen better days and started in surprise when the large stitch that stretched around the bottom half of the hat moved before parting and the hat started to sing.

Evan gaped at it before remembering that he was in a school for magic so he should really learn not to be surprised with things like this but he couldn't help himself. Everything was so new and unfamiliar and it felt as though his world just turned upside-down and inside-out.

At last, the song was finished and the room settled back into silence and the guide stepped up again and produced from within the folds of her deep emerald robes a rolled up piece of parchment from which she started to read names.

Evan watched as one by one, each student sorted into one of the four different houses represented by the animals upon the banners, his trepidation growing with each person called.

"Belderos, Velderoth!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

He wondered which house he would be in.

"Chase, Mimi!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Would he be able to make friends?

"Grace, Cygnus!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Scratch that. Would he be able to even fit in?

"Kaiser, Kyle!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

What if he never did?

"Miller, Evan!"

Evan jumped and immediately moved to scurry forward but stumbled and fell onto the cool, smooth stone floor.

A scattering of muffled laughter immediately sounded from around the room at his blunder and he flushed as he picked himself up and moved more carefully to the front of the room where he sat on the stool, still an embarrassed red, and allowed the ratty hat to be put gently on his head.

"Ah, you're a curious one aren't you?"

Evan almost started in his seat at the unfamiliar voice whispering in the spaces between his ears but thankfully managed to fight the impulse down. He didn't need to humiliate himself any further tonight thanks.

"Potential. Lots and lots of potential in you indeed and a very noble and open character you are."

Evan fisted his robes tightly in his hands and had begun to twist the cloth in his stomach-churning apprehension. His eyes roved frantically over the mass of eyes on him, starting to chew on his lower lip even as his heart threatened to race out of his chest.

One of the students sitting at the Ravenclaw table caught his skimming eyes and smiled at him. Evan tried to return it but all that he could usher forth was a nervous twitch at the corner of his lips.

"Hmm… where shall I put you? Hufflepuff perhaps? You will fit in well with such friendliness and loyalty. Or perhaps Ravenclaw. Your mind cries to be challenged, to learn."

The time it was taking the hat to decide was setting him more and more on edge. Did the others take as long as it's taking him to get sorted? Oh geez he hoped not. He didn't want to be the odd one out.

In his desperation to leave, he voiced the one thing he wanted within his head, hoping the hat could hear him like he could hear the hat.

"I just want to go where I can make friends, real friends!"

The hat paused.

"Interesting. Very interesting. If that's the case then you'll do well in GRYFFINDOR!"

There was a cheer at the announcement and relieved, Evan beamed and gratefully took off the hat and all but fled to the corresponding table, heart pounding against his ribcage.

He thought his hands and legs might be trembling a bit and he was glad that he wasn't staggering around instead.

He made it to an empty seat and collapsed into it, letting out a burst of air as he did so.

"Good job up there, firstie!" a sunny voice congratulated to his right, patting him enthusiastically on the back.

Evan gave a weak smile to the teen sitting next to him, immediately struck by the mass of flaming red hair with a pair of goggles affixed onto his head.

"Luka MacIntyre, sixth year at your service!" Luka introduced, with a salute while holding out a hand to shake. "Nice to have you on board."

Evan's smile turned into a grin as he took the hand. "I'm Evan. Thanks."

"No problem! If you ever have any questions, don't be afraid to ask! I'll be glad to show you the ropes around here, stupid place as confusing as it is."

Evan relaxed in the face of Luka's amiable personality and he felt a sense of overwhelming relief crash over him down to his deepest core.

He's made his first friend!

The burst of happiness that followed sat in his stomach throughout the entire sorting and when the Headmaster's opening address concluded, he gasped as a variety of mouth-watering food suddenly materialized onto the table.

Evan's eyes darted from one thing to another, unsure where to even begin. Now that he was off his nervous high, his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

"Just take a bit of everything," was Luka's jovial advice as he did just that, piling as much food as the poor plate could hold.

Evan laughed and decided to follow his advice, stacking a little of each food on the table; some roasted ham, some baked potatoes covered in melting cheese, a little bit of peas, and a couple meat pies onto his own plate.

They were all absolutely delicious and Evan sighed blissfully as the savory taste flooded his mouth and senses. As much as he hated to admit it, it might be as good as or even better than his own mother's cooking and she was one of the best in the kitchen. He wasted no further time sampling whatever he could get his hands on but made sure to remember the manners his mother had sternly instilled in him and made sure to make minimum mess. Even if she wasn't there, he couldn't bring himself to disobey her.

"So uh, Luka. Is there… is there anything I should look out for?" he eventually got around to asking as he started on a particularly tasty piece of dessert.

Luka hummed, amber eyes almost golden in the light rolling about languidly as he thought before he finally answered with his mouth still full of pie, "Well, there's a few things. Peeves for one but I think you'll get the hang of it eventually. The professors aren't all that bad but you should probably know who your own Head of House is."

He gestured towards one of the professors sitting at the long table.

He had a head of bright blond hair and blue eyes. He was rather tall and even underneath the cloak Evan could tell that he was rather well-built.

"That's Professor Lux. He's also our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He gets a bit overenthusiastic sometimes but he's still pretty cool. And I'm guessing you know who the Headmaster is right? Guy sitting at the middle of the table? Professor Rubenstein is someone you definitely never want to summon you into his office. Strictest Headmaster ever. But I'd definitely say if there's one person to watch out for, it's the Head Boy. He's a real pain, him, but the difference between Head Boy and good ol' Headmaster Rubenstein is that you see him all. The. Time."

He pointed towards the end of their table with a fork and Evan's gaze followed the path down to where a tall, pale teen sat stiffly at his seat and the first thing Evan noticed was the shocking head of silver hair that seemed to taper off into a light bluish tint near the tips that just barely brushed his shoulders. His severe eyes were just as startling as his hair with one crystalline blue iris and the other a deep crimson. His sharp features were hardened and stern and everything from the way he ate to his posture screamed of strict discipline with how rigidly he went through the motions. Everything about him was distinct and it was easy for the eye to be drawn towards him given how utterly… different he was from his peers.

Evan couldn't help but feel a pang of pity at the lonely picture he cut against the backdrop of lively chatter and laughter.

"That," Luka said, jabbing his fork towards the older boy as if in emphasis, "is Luminous Erevos. He can be just as strict as old Rubenstein! He's also unfortunately Gryffindor which means we get the honor of hanging around his royal pain-in-the-ass highness more than anyone else."

"I don't know," Evan said hesitantly. "He looks a bit lonely."

Luka waved his concern away. "Believe me, he prefers it this way. I have no idea why but he's always distant to everyone. As far as I know, he has just one friend and one archenemy."

"Really? Who?" Evan asked, unable to contain his piqued curiosity.

Luka turned in his seat and directed his attention towards another teen sitting at the Ravenclaw table and Evan immediately knew who he was.

"Enter Freud Aiedail," Luka introduced, oblivious to Evan's familiarity with the older boy his sweeping arm was gesturing towards. "One of the best Hogwarts has ever seen in over a century, Luminous's only friend, and prodigy in pretty much everything. Give him a subject and he's guaranteed to exceed it. He could've made Head Boy but I think he refused for some reason. Some folks say it's because he wanted Luminous to have the title. He's still a prefect though. Huh. Actually when I really look at you two…" He looked back and forth between Evan and Freud. "You kind of look alike. You two related?"

Evan smiled faintly. "Distant cousin."

"Ah. Well, let's hope some of his genius rubbed off on you huh?" Luka laughed, nudging Evan playfully before continuing to point at someone else much further away and Evan had to clamor a little closer to him to see who Luka was referring to.

He was pointing to what looked like a blond with a short, stylish haircut, chatting with someone next to him and leaning closer towards her more than was strictly necessary. Even from this distance, Evan could tell he was rather handsome.

"That is Phantom Noir, show-off and flirt extraordinaire. Weird name I know. Transferred in fourth year and caused quite the ruckus when he first did. Most popular guy in the whole school but he was a lot moodier back then than he is now. He and Luminous get on like water and oil and it's one spectacular show when they get into one of their fights!" Luka exclaimed gleefully. "It's too bad you didn't get to watch their showdowns back a few years ago before Luminous made prefect. They were legendary! But even now they give great entertainment. It's one of those must-see things before you graduate Hogwarts! Or rather before they graduate. All three are seventh years."

"Oh." Evan blinked. "Is there anyone else I should know about?"

"Glad ya asked!" Luka said, swiveling back around energetically, almost like an eager child. "Her. You see her?"

Evan nodded, after all, how could he miss one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen? With her cascade of golden locks, clear, sparkling sapphire eyes, and elegantly shaped face, he wondered how he could've missed her in the first place. Her figure was rather delicate and she held herself with all the grace of a queen.

He hadn't even realized he was gawking until a hand kindly pushed his jaw back up.

"I know right?" Luka agreed dreamily with his unspoken thoughts.

He could barely tear his eyes away from her to look back dazedly at his new friend before his eyes inadvertently flickered back towards the beauty sitting at their table further away, laughing in what could only be an exquisite manner, a small hand covering her mouth daintily.

"She's Mercedes Artemisia. Her name's a lot longer because she's supposed to be from some noble family or something. She's the most popular girl in Hogwarts, seventh year so I have one more year before never seeing her lovely face again." He sighed woefully at the bleak prospect. He shook Evan forcefully by the shoulder and asked, "Do you see her ears?"

Evan snapped out of his stupor at the abrupt movement. Now that he wasn't busy concentrating on Mercedes's features, he saw that her ears were shaped differently. It was a bit subtle but it was still there.

"They're pointed!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah. There's rumors that she's some weird mix of elf, Veela, and human. I don't know 'bout you but I'm ready to bet there's some Veela in her."

Evan didn't know what a Veela was but he numbly nodded nonetheless.

With one more firm shake on the shoulder, Luka directed his attention elsewhere again and pointed out another girl sitting at the Hufflepuff table. She had a head of long silver hair bundled into a high ponytail that trailed down to her waist but unlike Luminous's hair, the strands were more white than gray. She had tanned skin with icy-blue eyes set into rather strong features and she seemed rather tall for a girl, the top of her head a good few inches taller than most of the other students in the surrounding area.

"That's Aran Brynhildr, seventh year and Head Girl. She's also one of the best Quidditch players ever. She's played all kinds of positions and she's awesome in all of them but she's best as a Beater. Hoo boy could she hit. You should definitely see. One time she hit a Bludger so hard that—"

"Wait, what's Quidditch?"

Luka almost fell off his seat in a dramatic show of shock and grasped tightly onto Evan's upper arms, shaking him vigorously.

"What's Quidditch? WHAT'S QUIDDITCH? Oh Merlin this is a disaster! You don't know what Quidditch is? Oh no, no, no. We're going to fix that. We're going to fix that starting tomorrow. How could you not know what the greatest sport in the world is? How?" Luka cried as though the lack of knowledge about Quidditch broke some fundamental rule of the universe.

"Um… right," was the only thing Evan could think to reply to his overdramatic friend. "So uh, is there anyone else I should know about?" he asked hastily, hoping to distract Luka from the subject of Quidditch.

Sobering up but not without one final woe-be-me sigh, he gestured towards a teen sat at the Ravenclaw table.

This one also had a head of wayward metallic-silver hair and a set of red eyes stoically trained on the meal in front of him, only occasionally pausing to have conversation with the surrounding people but other than that seemed to keep mostly to himself.

"And finally, that there is my best friend Aidan Garrett! HEEEEEEEY AIDAN! HEEEEEY! HEEEEEEEEEY!" Luka called, waving his arms about the air madly and attracting stares. Evan groaned, feeling inclined to be embarrassed for his new friend making a fool out of himself in the middle of the crowded dining hall.

His calls did succeed in attracting the person he intended to though and the teen named Aidan finally looked up with a grumpy scowl on his face and flicked Luka off with his middle finger.

Luka simply beamed at the rather rude gesture directed towards him and Evan began to question the veracity of him calling Aidan his "best friend." He didn't seem all that taken to the redhead and Luka didn't seem to notice. In fact, Evan wondered if grumpy was his default facial feature.

"Don't worry he may look grumpy but he's really a big teddy bear inside," Luka said happily as though reading his mind. "We grew up together so I would know," he continued, nodding to himself.

"Okay…"

Deciding it was safer to just go with it and not question him any further, they spent the rest of the time eating and getting to know one another.

Eventually, dinner was finished and everyone was herded into groups by prefects and moved to their respective dorms.

Evan couldn't help but let his gaze wander wonderingly at the moving portraits and the medieval architecture of the halls and stairs, letting out a small sound equal parts amazement and dread at the dizzying amount of staircases that moved by themselves.

How on earth will he ever learn to navigate through the maze that was Hogwarts?

They finally came upon a giant portrait of a fat lady and one of the prefects taught the password to open it to their common room, warning about the occasional password changes and to be aware of them before they stepped through the hole and entered.

Evan stared around him, his mouth forming into an inaudible "wow" as he took in the sight of the living quarters he'll be calling home for the duration of his stay at Hogwarts.

The Gryffindor common room was a very cozy space filled with lavish red and gold. A large fireplace sat at the front of the room flanked by tall windows with comfortable-looking armchairs, couches, tables, and desks scattered throughout the room for the students' perusal.

They were ushered upstairs to the dormitories where the girls were directed to one entryway while the boys were directed to another and Evan was eventually led to the room where he'll be sleeping.

There were five four-poster beds decked in the traditional house color of red. A tall window and a bedside table separated each bed arranged in semi-circle headboard-first against the wall.

At the foot of one of the beds second from the right, Evan spotted his trunk and he supposed that was the bed he'll be sleeping in from now on. He had just opened it to ensure that all his belongings were intact when the sound of footsteps and loud laughter drawing nearer reached him. A few seconds later, the door was thrown open and two boys walked in.

One of them had steel-blue hair that reached down the nape of his neck and electric-blue eyes. He wore a wide grin on his face and the gait as he marched into the room was full of self-confidence. Every movement he made was energetic and jittery and he looked as though he wouldn't be able to sit still even if he were tied to a chair.

Striding beside him was another boy with blondish-brown hair and calm hazel eyes. He somehow felt older than his age, even more so when he walked side-by-side with his friend where his calmness was only exacerbated where it could be contrasted with the energy exuded from the boy next to him.

He vaguely recognized them as first years that were sorted into Gryffindor as well but he couldn't quite recall their names.

He stood from where he crouched by his open trunk as they approached and unsurprisingly, it was the first boy who spoke first.

"Hi! I'm Kyle Kaiser!" he introduced rather boastfully, "The next Kaiser in line to take over the family business! What about you?"

"Um, hi. I'm Evan Miller, the next Miller in line to uh… Utah's stuff I guess," Evan introduced awkwardly in turn, unsure what to make of the rather large personality in front of him.

The boy next to Kyle smiled amusedly. "Don't mind Kyle. He just has a big head." He ignored Kyle's indignant "Hey!" and held out a hand to shake. "I'm Velderoth Belderos and yeah, I know it's as stupid as it sounds. Blame my parents."

Evan grinned. "At least it almost rhymes."

Kyle laughed loudly at Velderoth's groan which in turn caused Evan to laugh. Kyle's laughter was rather infectious.

A fourth boy arrived a while later, almost slamming the door behind him as he slunk towards the bed second from the left and all but falling onto it face-first. He grunted out his name—Alpha—but only after being prodded insistently by Kyle, saying no more for the rest of the night having chosen instead to immediately drop off to sleep in fitful snores and opting from joining his fellow roommates as they sat in a circle on the floor despite Kyle's best efforts otherwise.

"So someone could actually be immune to your pestering," Velderoth teased with a smirk.

"Shut up, Veldy," Kyle shot back, enjoying the sullen look that immediately overshadowed Velderoth's face at the nickname.

Evan laughed, already liking the duo's company.

They stayed up a little while longer before finally retiring for the night, looking both eagerly and anxiously forward to the first day of classes at Hogwarts.

The last bed remained empty for the rest of the night.

I had originally already sorted these characters a few months ago on my Livejournal which included my explanation why I thought they'd go into which house. I also originally sorted the Chief Knights into houses too before I changed my mind and decided to make them professors. It's kind of outdated but the general gist is still there. If you're interested, feel free to check my Livejournal through the link in my profile and look for the Harry Potter tag on the right. I meant to continue sorting more people but then stuff happened so I didn't finish it.

Hope to see you again!