What is justice? Is it an absolute or is it decided by those at the top? Are those who commit atrocities in the name of justice in the right? Is there really such a thing as justice in this world or is it just something we say to hide from those who would do us harm while harming those we see as lesser? Do these questions matter to the common masses at all if they can't use justice to punish the sinful few that sit at the top?
When it's all said and done is there ever going to be an answer for these questions? It all changes not just from person to person, but from cuture to culture. Who are we to say who's wrong and who's right? What is justice? This is a question that is going to be asked by many in the wizarding world, because of the actions of a certain boy.
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St. Gregory's Primary School, Surrey
May 22, 1991
Wham!
A cricket bat slammed into the head of Piers Polkein. The little boy he was bullying gave a small scream when a tooth came out of Piers' mouth. When his bullys body hit the ground the boy looked at his savior with fearful eyes. His savior was dirty, dressed in rags too big for him, his raven black hair was a like a bird's nest, and his tanned dirt covered face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl with his dark green eyes making him seem even more mean.
The boy knew who his savior was the instant he saw him. Harry Potter. The 10 year old delinquint who beat up every bully he ran into even the teenagers. The boy who put an end to Dudley Dursleys' reign of terror. The bullied child was in the presence of a schoolyard celebrity.
"Th-Thank you." Was all the boy was able to say in the presence of his idol. Harry's eyes seemed to lighten when the boy said the those words, but his face was still set in his famous scowl.
"Don't worry about it kid." Then Harry left with his bat still in hand to look for more bullies. The boy couldn't hide the smile came to his face after Harry left. He was just saved by Harry freaking Potter just wait til he told his friends about this. He walked back to the playground with a skip in his step, Piers' unconcious body a distant memory.
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4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging
July 1, 1991
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry went over the letter again and again wondering if it was a joke. He never signed up for such a ridiculous sounding school and there was no such thing as magic. He wondered who would even consider pranking him when most kids were scared of him and adults were probably too busy to prank someone let alone a kid.
He could ask his relatives, but they hated him and he hated them more. So Harry just threw it in his waste bin and tried to forget about it, but for some reason he just couldn't stop thinking about it. 'Maybe a trip to the park is what I need to forget about this.' He thought as he started to get ready for his outing.
"Aunt Petunia I'm going to the park!" He shouted as he was halfway out the door not even waiting for her to reply. He had a leisurely stroll to the park with most of the kids and even some adults crossing the street to avoid him. He knew that his actions against bullies made him feared by many and his aunts gossiping about him being a 'hellion' with no respect for anything nor anyone didn't help at all. The cricket bat he always carried with him probably didn't help his case much either.
Could you blame him for having his bat with all the time though? He was thankfully never hit by Petunia or Vernon, but they did come close some times and their whale of a son made his life at school hell before he got his precious bat. Of course they tried to take it from him and the teachers at school came close one time, but they got tired of being hit with it so they stopped while the occasional stubborn adult still tried.
He could remember the day he got his bat like it was yesterday. A yell brought him from his thoughts. He looked to the weirdly dressed teenage girl that broke him from his musings.
"Harry! How have you been you little bastard?" The girl was ,Sophie, his only friend and one of the only people he respected no matter how she dressed.
"I've been good and I see you still dress like a hobo." He responded with a smirk on his face.
"Harry I'm your elder you're supposed to treat me with respect." She said with a grin on her face and mirth in her tone. "And how many times do I have to tell you that it's grunge?"
"No matter how many times you say it I still think you look stupid."
"But you dress like me?"
"Not by choice"
"Liar you know I'm your idol"
"Ha! Who told you that lie?"
And so they fell into their familiar routine of conversation. As their conversation died off and they sat on the swings to watch the sunset, the letter came back to Harry's mind unbiddenly.
"Hey Sophie have you ever heard of Hogwarts?"
There was a pause before she answered.
"Yeah, my aunt went there I think."
"So you think that magic really exists?"
She snorted before she answered
"What gave you that idea?"
A little irritated by her snort he told her about the letter. Of course she wanted to see the letter. He agreed to bring it with him to the park the next day and she said that she would ask her dad about it.
As they said their goodbyes Harry couldn't help but notice how her stringy light brown hair complimented her hazel eyes, but her clothes ruined any thoughts about her looking cute to him. He shook those weird thoughts from his brain and focused on getting home.
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4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging
July 2, 1991
Harry awoke to his uncle yelling about freaks on his property. He grabbed his bat and ran down the stairs to see what was going on. He saw his uncle ,red in the face, with his aunt ,deathly pale, right behind him yelling at an old woman dressed in robes and an actual hat like the witches from the movies. The woman looked stern even in her ridiculous clothes in Harry's opinion.
"Silencio" The old woman pointed a stick at Vernon and just like that all his yelling stopped even though he looked like he was still yelling.
"What did you do to my husband you freak!" Petunia shreaked at the lady.
"Let me handle this Petunia you and Vernon should go into the kitchen and focus on breakfast." Harry said before her screams broke all the glass in the house. She turned to him and was about to start yelling at him before she saw the cricket bat in his hands. She wisely grabbed Vernon and made for the kitchen.
"Thank you Mr. Potter n-"
"Hold it while anybody that shut's my uncle up is good in my books I don't know you." Harry said while getting ready to attack the woman if she tried something. Her eyes showed disappointment and another unrecognizable emotion.
She sighed and asked if she could take a seat. Harry nodded and sat across from her with his bat still ready in case she tried something.
"My apologies for not introducing myself to you earlier Mr. Potter. I am Proffesor Minerva McGonagall of Hogwarts and I'm here to help you with obtaining your school supplies."
"So you're a witch?" Harry honestly didn't know what to say. He thought it was all just a joke by Sophie, but she didn't know where he lived so how could she send him that letter and the woman actually made his uncle silent with a stick or was it her wand? His mind was going a mile a minute as he thought of what this all meant.
"Why yes Mr. Potter and you're a wizard, a rather famous one at that." He could tell from her tone that she was amused by his statement of the obvious, but what else could he say she had just blown everything he knew about the world out of the water. Wait did she call him famous?
"What do you mean I'm famous?"
Her expression turned solemn as she answered. "They didn't tell you? I should have known they wouldn't, but the story is that the dark lord attacked your family on Halloween and killed your parents and when he tried to kill you his killing curse redirected and he killed himself."
Now this shocked Harry, he was always told that his parents were drunks who never wanted him and that they died in a car crash. His parents were heros that died fighting a dark lord. "I always thought they were just drunks who died in a car accident."
"Who told you that? Your parents were good people who fought against the dark lord for your future." McGonagall could see the happiness in his eyes as she told him about his parents.
"Could you tell me about them?"
"Not at the moment." She cursed herself as his hopeful expression fell. "We still need to get your school supplies, but after that I can tell you a few stories about their years at Hogwarts."
"Well what are we waiting for then let's go." He wanted to get all the school stuff out of the way so he could hear all about his family. McGonagall gave him a look, because of his impaitent behavior but that didn't bother him at all.
"Mr. Potter your clothes." When Harry looked down to see that he was just in his undershirt and pajama bottoms he had the decency to blush.
"I'll be just a minute." And with that Harry rushed to his room to get ready.
After a few minutes Harry was ready to go and get his school supplies.
"Mr. Potter."
"Yeah?"
She gave him a look and motioned towards the cricket bat in his hands.
"What about it?"
"Why do you still have it?"
"I never leave the house without it."
"Surely you don't need it for collecting your supplies?"
"You never know what can happen."
McGonagall just sighed and motioned for Harry to take her hand. He took it and with a crack the wizards were gone.
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Hogwarts Express, Kings Cross Station
September 1, 1991
As Harry sat alone in his compartment all he could do was think about how his life had changed. Magic was real and he was not just a wizard he was the Boy-Who-Lived. The title was stupid to him especially considering how his parents weren't as revered as him. It was weird to be famous in the wizarding world yet infamous in the 'muggle' word. And then their was the word muggle it sounded like a racial slur and like something a kid would come up with.
It might just be, because he didn't grow up in the wizarding world but it was like a different planet when he first saw Diagon Alley. There were many new things and then there was the goblins. The greedy bastards were in charge of the wizard banks and would even give you your money for a fee. That was dumbest thing he ever heard and before McGonagall could say anything he started to argue with the goblin about the ridiculousness of that policy. He apparently impressed the goblin, but McGonagall wasn't happy with his arguing even if she was going to do the same thing as him.
He was losing his train of thought. After getting a small stack of coins from the massive vault they went to get his books, robes, wand, and McGonagall even got him an owl as an early birthday present. The snow white owl was named 'Hedwig' after some famous witch. He even got some new glasses to replace his older ones.
The thing he enjoyed the most about that day was when McGonagall told him stories about his parents. His mom was the smartest witch of her generation and his dad was also smart, but he was a prankster. His dad was in a group of pranksters called the Marauders with his friend's Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black. Just the thought of the man made him furious. He betrayed his parents and was the reason he grew up an orphan if he ever got his hands on him he would do unspeakable things to him.
Of course the next day he realized that he forgot to talk to Sophie and the next time he saw her she was cross with him. That only lasted until he told her all about what happened to him and when she told him that her aunt lived in the US he was a little upset that he couldn't talk to her about Hogwarts. Sophie did find it funny that he was famous in the wizarding world, because in her words 'he was gonna be hated by everybody that met him, because of his attitude'. He didn't see how it was funny, but he knew that people would be put off by his attitude.
Of course when she asked him about the fan letteres he got sent he was confused, but when he owled McGonagall about it and she said it was at Gringotts he didn't want to try and get it. Sophie could get him to do just about anything though and after owling Gringotts and getting back a trunk full of letters and gifts both of them were shocked. He did the polite thing and wrote back to as many of his fans as he could, but he kept the gifts especially if it was money. To Sophie's eternal amusement he was sent moving photos of naked witches and a few wizards. He got the last when one of the naked pictures was revealed to be of Sophie's aunt.
On his birthday Sophie got him an apple so he could curse it and make whoever ate it fall into an eternal sleep and then she gave him his real gift of a white jacket with green fur lining the neck, wrists, and hem. They spent the day at the park like they always did and them some bullies had the audacity to threaten him and Sophie at their park. Let's just say those bullies had to spend their summer in the hospital.
And he spent the rest of his summer with Sophie, replying to his fan letters, doing some reading about the subjects that he actually thought were interesting, and beating some bully ass. Summer '91 was the best summer he ever had even when Sophie teased him about always wearing the jacket she got him.
The door to his compartment opened shaking him from his thoughts. At the door stood a tall girl with straight strawberry blonde hair and ice blue eyes that somehow made her pale complexion seem even paler and a short girl with curly dark brown hair, brown almost black eyes, and light brown skin.
"Can we sit here?" asked the short girl.
"Sure." He motioned to the seats in front of him.
The tall girl nodded and then put her trunk in the space above them. The short girl didn't even try to attempt it and just gave her trunk to the tall girl so she could do it sadly.
"Hey my name's Harry." He introduced himself to the two girls after they sat down.
"Are you Harry Potter?" The short girl asked rather excitedly while the tall girl merely raised her eyebrow at him.
"Yeah" He said hoping that he didn't just meet two mega-fans of him. Both of them looked to his forehead. His answer seemed to excite the short girl even more and the tall girl's other eyebrow joined the other one.
"My name's Tracey Davis and this giant is Daphne Greengrass." Harry wondered why the tall one, Daphne didn't say anything or at least introduce herself.
"Tracey why isn't Daphne saying anything?"
"Daphne doesn't know you." Daphne stated rather coldly.
"Oh you can talk?"
"Daphne talk's when she want's to"
"Oh really?" Harry asked begining to get annoyed with the tall girl.
"Daphne we just met Harry can you please not be mean to him" Tracey asked her best friend with the best puppy dog eyes she could do.
Daphne's cold exterior seemed to break when she saw Tracey's puppy dog eyes. The short girl even made her eyes water. Damnit Daphne couldn't resist her.
"Fine Daphne will play nice with Harry."
Then to Harry's suprise Tracey turned her puppy dog eyes on him.
"Damnit I was gonna agree. You didn't have to turn them on me."
"I just had to make sure you would." Tracey said with a satisfied nod. Harry didn't know what he had just gotten into. Daphne talked about herself in the third person and Tracey had puppy dog eyes stronger than he thought possible.
"What's that in your jacket?" Asked Daphne pointing towards the handle of Harry's cricket bat as it peaked out from it's place in his jacket.
"Oh it's just my bat."
"Why would you need a bat at Hogwarts?" Asked Tracey.
"I always bring it with me."
"Why?" This time it was both of them.
"Well it's a long story, but I guess we have the time. So-" Harry was cut off as their compartment door opened. At the door stood a bushy haired girl and a chubby brown haired boy.
"Neville's lost his toad, have you seen it?" The bushy haired girl asked.
"Nah."'No.""Nope." Their answers came at the same time. The bushy haired girl thanked them and closed the door.
"So Harry tell us why do you have the bat?"
"Well it all sta-"Their door opened again. In the door stood a blonde boy with two big fat boys on either side of him that looked like they could share a brain and still not know two plus two. The blonde boy then spoke
"Hello. I was wondering if any of you could point me to Harry Potter?"
"I see you still don't have the manners to introduce yourself Malfoy." Tracey said with disgust.
"And I see you still don't know how to treat your betters Davis." Malfoy replied with a sneer.
"If you're gonna act like that then you should just leave." Harry said as he stood up. Harry and Malfoy stared each other down and then Malfoy looked at how Harry was dressed.
"You should watch who you talk to you filthy mudblood." Now Harry didn't know what a 'mudblood' was, but he damn sure knew it wasn't good.
Crunch
Malfoy's nose broke the instant Harry him and the pureblood boy fell to the ground. His two bodyguard's were as shocked as Harry's two companions. Before anyone could say or do something Harry uppercutted the bodyguard on the right and then suckerpunched the one on left knocking both of them to the ground.
"Hey! What's going on here?" Yelled a red headed boy that was already dressed in his robes with a badge that had a 'P' on it.
"I dealt with some trash." Was all Harry said. Harry could see that people were now leaving their compartment's to see what had happened. The redhead seemed to get angry with Harry's casual dismissal of his question.
"What's your name?" The redhead snarled.
"Harry Potter"
That shocked everyone that came to see what was happening.
"It is disappointing that you would be the fighting" The redhead said solemnly. "I will have to talk to your head of house after you are sorted, so you can be punished for this."
"Ok" Harry shrugged in response. Then shut the compartment door in the redhead's face. When he turned around he saw shock, fear, and respect in Tracey and Daphne's faces.
"Harry do you know what you just did?" Tracey asked him with fear evident in her voice.
"I kno-"
"You just knocked out Draco Malfoy!" She shouted before he could finish. "Maybe if you apologize his dad won't come after you."
"I'm not gonna apologize."
"You have to. His dad will want revenge for this and he was a death eater." She said breathlessly as she started to go over ways he could apologize to him. Harry looked to Daphne, but she had a pleased if concerned face as she gazed at him.
"You made a very powerful enemy today Harry." Daphne said it like they were just talking about the weather.
"Whatever I have alot more of them that are more threatening." Harry just sat back down as if he hadn't just knocked 3 people out with one punch each. This just made Tracey look at him and Daphne as if they were crazy.
"Oh gods I'm friends with two maniacs!" Tracey exclaimed after a few minutes of staring at them.
"Friends?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well yeah, I mean you just defended my honor in a completely ridiculous way"
"How's it ridiculous?"
"We're wizards we don't punch people."
"But I just did."
"But-but. Daphne you're with me right?"
"I don't know. I guess if you have to hit someone you should."
"Maniacs!" That just made Harry and Daphne start laughing and shortly after they were joined by Tracey. This was the moment that cemented the trio's friendship.
After they had calmed down Tracey asked the question that had yet to be answered.
"Harry you forgot to tell us why you have your bat."
"Oh yeah. Well I-" Harry was interrupted yet again by the compartment door opening. This time it was the trolly lady asking if they wanted some candy. All three of them bought some candy from her as they were hungry.
Harry had bought a few candy cigars and was going to put them in his mouth just as Tracey's chocolate frog jumped onto his face. With a shreak Harry stood up and threw the chocolate off of ihs face and onto the window. Harry turned to see Tracey and Daphne holding their sides as they laughed at him.
"What's so funny?" He asked trying to regain some of his manly pride.
"You scream like a little girl!" Was the breathless reply he got.
"I don't scream like a little girl!"
"Then what do you call you just did?"
"A manly yelp" That just made the two girls laugh even harder. He just sat down and scowled at the two girls who were laughing at him. Their laughs died down and Tracy again asked him about his bat.
"Well my-" The door opened again.
"Oh come on!" Tracey shouted as he was interrupted yet again.
"We're almost at Hogwarts. You should get ready." Said the redhead boy that talked to Harry about his fight earlier. He frowned at Tracey for her outburst and then shook his head when he saw Harry. He closed the door mumbling about 'famous delinquents'.
"Well Harry you should leave so us ladies can get dressed" came Daphne's voice.
"I don't see any ladies here."
Daphne just grabbed him by his ear and threw him out of the compartment. Cursing Harry walked up and down the train car until he could go back into his compartment.
"You can come in Harry." came Tracey's muffled voice. He walked in to see them in their school uniform and robes complete with the pointy hats. He didn't waste time taking off his jacket and shirt and putting on the school shirt and robes sans pointy hat. He could the feel their eyes on him as he finished dressing.
"What?"
"You just changed in front of us." Tracey stated in a shocked tone.
"Yeah and?"
"You have no manners." Said Daphne in a matter of fact tone.
"Say's you?" And then Tracey and Daphne went on a tangent about how he couldn't do this and that in the wizarding world. Honestly he didn't care about polite society at all, but he was famous and according to the two girls he needed to know this. He barely payed attention to their lecture about manners and how one should bow to others or whatever they were talking about.
Their train ride ended with them teaching him about what eating utensils he should use depending on the current food course. Harry was thankful for the end of the ride and as he and the girls left the train he saw and heard a large hairy man yelling "Firs' years over 'ere! Firs' years over 'ere!". He shrugged and walked to where the man was and stopped pale as a ghost when he saw the lake. Tracey noticed his reaction and seeing Daphne's similar reaction, she just grabbed both of their hands and led them to a boat where they were shortly joined by a lanky redheaded boy.
Their journey to Hogwarts was actually quiet save for the occasional gasps, whispers, and the large man pointing things out to them. Tracey was too worried for her friends to focus on what was going on around them. They both seemed to be ok in the boat, but they looked terrified of the water.
"Daphne. Harry. Are you guys ok?" she whispered to her friends. They looked at her and nodded as one. She was overjoyed that they were ok, but she needed to know why her friends were ok.
"Harry? As in Harry Potter? Do you have the scar?" The lanky ginger that sat in the boat with them asked rather loudly.
"Yeah." Was all that Harry said and he blocked out any further questions the kid had. Not that he would ask them considering the magestic castle in front of them. The sight of the castle made all of the first years gasp. Hogwarts was to put in simple terms breathtaking and it radiated a power that spoke of warmth and acceptance.
As they came to shore and got off the boat Tracey couldn't help, but notice how Harry and Daphne almost ran to get away from the lake. She needed to know why they were acting like this all of a sudden. She speedwalked up to them to ask what was wrong, but McGonagall took that moment to appear and get the first years into the School.
"What was that by the lake?" She asked them quietly. They both seemed to be back to their usual selves in the school.
"It was like a reflex or something. I don't know how to explain it." Answered Daphne and Harry just nodded with her explanation. This shocked Tracey, because although Daphne was just a naturally quiet person she was usually able to explain her thoughts and feelings well enough. She would need to find out what made her friends act this way and when Tracey Davis had something to do she would get it done as long it wasn't homework.
As the last of the students joined them in the castle. McGonagall welcomed them to Hogwarts and told that they were to be sorted shortly. This statement made Harry pause. 'What does she mean sorted'. He turned to his friends and asked them such. His friends and those that overheard his question looked at him as if he was crazy.
"What?" He asked them irritated by all the stares he was getting.
"Harry there are four houses you can get sorted into Ravenclaw for the studious, Slytherin for the cunning, Gryffindor for the brave, and Hufflepuff for the rest." Daphne answered him. Harry stewed over what he had just learned and wondered if it could tear him and his new friends apart. No he wouldn't allow that to them. The gasps he heard drew him from as he looked up to see ghosts greeting them.
What? Harry didin't even know what to think about what he was seeing. Hogwarts being haunted was the first thought that came to his malfunctioning brain. He didn't even realize that they were being led into what must have been the great wall. This was all too much at once he needed to sit down, but he wasn't given the chance when a hat, a bloody hat began singing.
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
That's it he was done. The singing just made it all even more silly. Was this a joke they played on first years. If it was it wasn't in good taste especially considering how cold it was outside. Let someone else be the focus character he needed a break.
Daphne could see Harry's mind going up in flames. She shook her head hopefully he would be good after getting a good night's sleep. She just hoped he wouldn't embarass himself in front of everyone.
"Abbot, Hannah"
Oh they were finally starting the sorting. She couldn't wait for her chance.
"Davis, Tracey"
Her bestfriend speed walked to the sorting hat and gleefully put it on her head. After a few moments the hat yelled out.
"Slytherin!"
Tracey gave her a smile as she walked to her table.
"Granger, Hermione"
The bushy haired girl that questioned them on the train all but ran to the sorting hat and jammed it onto her head. Daphne was going to be sad the day the muggleborn girl realized just how bad it was for her kind in their world.
"Gryffindor!"
Hermione rushed to her new table.
"Greengrass, Daphne"
Shit. It was her turn and all eyes were on her as she walked to the hat. She hoped her nerves weren't showing as she sat down and put the hat on.
"Look what we have here this is the first time I've seen one from that world in a long time." came a deep voice that Daphne didn't recognize.
"What? Who are you?"
"Why I'm the sorting hat. The question is who are you? You will find the answer to my question in the one house that can push you forward."
"What are you talking about?"
"Slytherin!" The hat shouted.
Her new house politely clapped as she went to sit with Tracey. They talked for a while and waited for Harry to be sorted. She hoped that he would join slytherin. Tracey and Daphne didn't really pay attention to the other sortings, because they honestly just didn't care for the other students.
"Potter, Harry"
The whole hall went quiet as the Boy-Who-Lived walked to the hat. Then it was filled with whispers between students and quite a few teachers all of them about the young savior. After nearly half an hour people were starting to get irritated. No sorting had taken this long in years. This might just be a testament to how much the boy had.
"Gryffindor!" And then the gryffindor table exploded. Their were shouts about them getting Harry and some ginger twins even started dancing.
"Damn I wanted to be in the same house as Harry." Tracey sulked.
"Don't worry we'll still be friends with him"
Malfoy tried to make a comment about it, but with his broken nose and most people already knowing how he had been knocked out in a single punch. Well his word's didn't seem to have much of an affect and he was just ignored by his peers and upperclassmen. After the last sorting a boy named Blaise going to slytherin, Dumbledore gave a speech about the new school year and ended it with seemingly random words. Then there was a feast right before her eyes she got as much food as she could without seeming improper. Being improper didn't seem to stop Milicent from digging in to the disgust of those around her.
After the feast they were sent on their way to the dungeons which held their dorms. The password to their common room was pudicitiam which if you knew your latin like any good pureblood meant purity. So disappointing she had hoped that her head of house was beyond such things. The prefects instructed the first years on the rooming for slytherins you had a roommate of your picking. Daphne and Tracey instantly looked to the other and smiled. Then the Malfoy scion decided to ruin their good mood.
"I hope that all of my peers realize that the entire school is against us. We need to stand together against those that would make us impure." He sneered at Tracey as he said this. "This is our time and we cou-"
He never got to finish his speech, because for the second time that day he was knocked out. All eyes were on the boy who grabbed Malfoy's face and slammed his head into the ground. Blaise Zabini looked at those gathered around him his face set in a mix of superiority and distrust.
"He's just a worthless daddy's boy. He'll either sink or swim and I can't let future obstacles swim." His voice was so relaxed and he looked disinterested in the shocked faces of those that stared at him. Malfoy's bookends didn't seem to learn the lesson from earlier so when one of them reached for Blaise he grabbed the moron's arm ,and to the shock of all those around him, picked him up from the ground and slammed him into the other moron.
Daphne looked at Tracey and knew what was going through her best friend's mine. Maniacs this school was full of maniacs and Daphne knew that one day soon she was gonna have to show that she was a maniac too.
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AN- And done. This was the longest thing I've ever written and it just kept getting longer when the characters started coming to life. Sophie wasn't even a character until Harry got to the park and I decided that he needed a friend in the normal world. Then there were questions on justice ugh I felt like I was writing a paper for school. All of this world building and I've only written half of the main characters I'll die before I can introduce the last one with all fluff I want to fill this with to counteract my other stories and if you read Trials don't worry I already have most of chapter 2 worked out it's just so dark tho and it's going to get darker so I need this to get me out of the depression that Trials get's me into.
Enough about that tho. This is going to be more fighting focused than any of my other ideas that revolve around Harry Potter. I do hope you can guess who was reincarnated into who before I reveal it. Next chapter we're gonna see what happened to Harry after his sorting and then classes and hopefully Harry can stop getting interrupted so we can learn where he got his cricket bat from and maybe even when he met Sophie. And oh yeah there's the boy that Harry saved he's an actual canon character so no more OC's that play big roles in the story even though Sophie is kinda sorta canon oops I've said too much.