I had this tory in my mind for a while, but I never had the time to actually write it down and finish it. So yeah, this is "Ravenclaw?" by Yawning Stuffios.

Warnings: None 'til now, though future chapters will... let's say... twist the story. *smirk*

Enjoy!

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"RAVENCLAW!"

An immense silence filled the Great Hall. Gasps, slack-jaws, raised eyebrows. All kinds of facial expressions were present in the students and staff members of Hogwarts.

A thin little boy was installed in front of the Hall, an ugly hat covering his eyes. He sported too-big clothing, made for an overweight boy. However, Harry Potter wasn't overweight. In his mind raced several thoughts. He thought about his second friend ever, Ron Weasley and how he'll react. After all, from what he's heard, Ravenclaws are only intelligent and arrogant gits. He should've been a Gryffindor! Hagrid told him that his parents studied in Gryffindor, and he (well, not directly, but he dropped the hint) made him understand that he was expected to go to the same house. He took off the hat and gave it back to McGonagall. Then, he headed towards the blue table.

The silence was broken by a pair of hands clapping. Everybody turned to look at the blushing fifth year Ravenclaw. He hesitated for an instant, then continued clapping, harder than before. The Ravenclaws around him snapped out their shock and followed his example. Soon, the entire table was cheering for the new house member. He sat between another first year and the still-red fifth year.

"Welcome to Ravenclaw! I'm Bradley Chambers, fifth year. Sorry about the silence, but you know..."

"....everybody expected me to be in Gryffindor." finished Harry with a weak grin.

Now that Bradley stopped blushing, he could examined his face. He had sharp features, along with grey eyes. His hair, brown in color, was cut short. He kept smiling, but that same smile troubled Harry. He saw welcoming, a feeling he wasn't used to, along with pity. The bespectacled boy narrowed his eyes. Pity? He sure was malnourished and little, he wore hand-me-overs, but he didn't like pity!

The fifth year stopped smiling, examining the boy. He saw him narrowing his eyes, and he could deduce that he didn't like pity. After all, he'd seen the same gesture in a Slytherin's face when he'd taken him to the Infirmary Wing... He was about to say something when the other first year talked.

"Hey! I'm a first year too! My name's Terry Boot, wanna meet my friends?"

He saw nervousness excitement and... fear in the small boy's eyes. Just what the hell has happened with Harry Potter? He watched the Boy-Who-Lived be dragged by the other boy, amusement and pi... sympathy in his eyes.

He promised to himself that he will discover what's wrong with Harry Potter

"Zabini, Blaise!"

"Ravenclaw!"

He absently clapped at the new Ravenclaw, but his mind was somewhere else. A brilliant idea came to his mind. He could volunteer for tutoring the first year, although he knew it was going to be a hard fight. After all, every Ravenclaw would like to tutor Harry Potter... Now, he needed a girl to help him. His eyes brightened and he smirked. He turned back, his eyes full of malice.

"Sarah? I have a deal you can't refuse..."

His victim shuddered. "What are you planning now, Bradley? And no, I won't try casting an Arousement Charm on Mrs. Norris. Not again."

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Harry ate calmly, amused by his new acquai... friends 's antics. While Terry was very out-going and rather loud, his other friends were far calmer.

Mandy Brocklehurst was a pretty, smart girl. While she was shy, she gave smart answers and actually braked Terry when he went on his dramatic tirades. Harry had been very amused when he saw the little admiring glazes she sent to the loud Ravenclaw, when he wasn't looking. He actually smirked when he catched her eyes. She had blushed very brightly, and looked down to her plate.

Michael Corner was a jester: always cracking a joke and smiling through the whole feast. He was quite good at Pureblood culture, even if he was a Halfblood. He had spent all the meal talking with Harry about magical customs. He also had a great appetite: he hadn't stopped eating.

Padma Patil was perhaps the quietest, shiest girl Harry had met, though he hadn't met much. She only talked when asked, and did so with in a low, submissive tone. To his embarrassment, Harry had seen her glaring at him during the whole dinner. What had he done, now?

Maybe Ravenclaw wasn't so bad...

"Mr. Potter? Follow me, please." Professor McGonagall, who seemed to appear from thin air, asked. No, ordered him.

"Guys, I think it'll take a while. I'll see you later!" Harry followed the Gryffindor's Head of House out the Great Hall, leaving his new "friends" puzzled. Why McGonagall should demand his presence during the first hours of school?

They knew the boy didn't exactly considered them friends, but he wasn't hostile though. He listened politely, didn't talk much and asked smart questions. Other than that, it was obvious that they had to earn his trust.

Their thinking was interrupted by Dumbledore giving his post-dinner talk. But the question remained in their minds.

What's wrong with Harry Potter?

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Later that night, at one of the Slytherin's first year shared rooms…

"What interests you so much on that boy, Draco?"

The Malfoy heir snapped out of his reverie, glaring accusingly at his best friend. He saw the other boy's eyes were full of curiosity and worry. Sighing, he pulled the boy on his bed, shut the curtains and casted a silencing charm.

"What the hell are you talking about, Nott?"

Theodore Nott rolled his eyes and sat down on lotus position. The blonde aristocrat could be stubborn, and it would be a long night.

"You heard me right, Draco. I noticed that since that day at Madame Malkin's, you've obsessing over Harry Potter. What's the problem?"

In the blonde's face dawned surprise and horror. He looked at his childhood friend desperately.

"Was it that obvious?"

Theodore couldn't resist any longer: he broke into laughter. He laughed even harder when the offended pureblood whacked him with a pillow, but calmed into giggles when the now-enraged Malfoy reached for his wand.

"Wow there, Draco, calm down! It's just funny that you were actually horrified… "He let out another chuckle and continued: "But don't worry; only I noticed."

Draco only glared at him.

"Anyway, you haven't answered my question. What do you find so amazing on the Boy Who Lived?"

The Malfoy heir just sighed again and laid down. Minutes passed, and he finally answered:

"I just can't take away my mind from the fact that he killed the Dark Lord."

Theodore just arched an eyebrow.

"…and I'm confused. I mean, I always thought the defeater of the Dark Lord was to be honoured and spoiled! But look at the guy! He's freaking malnourished, his clothes are giant and he's a head lower than me!"

The Nott narrowed his eyes at his friend's burst of emotion. Draco was usually stone-hearted when talking about Light supporters. He voiced his thoughts to his friend, who blushed violently.

"How can you know that he supports the Light?"

"Are you suggesting we make a research on him?"

"No shit, Sherlock."