Harry Potter AU
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I hope you enjoy the story which will be continued in at least three more chapters.
Human names used
Mathias Køhler - Denmark
Alfred - USA
Kyle - Australia
Sigurd "Lukas" Steilsson - Norway
Elizaveta "Liz" Hedevary - Hungary
Peter Kirkland - Sealand
Mathias Køhler is quite happy in his life. He is a student at Hogwarts, got sorted into the house of his dreams (Gryffindor) and is captain of the Quidditch team. Everything is perfect with exception perhaps of stupid homework and studying, but since he is a muggle born everything is still somehow in his interest and he finds always a way to be excited for a subject. Even though most of his friends are spread across the Hogwarts houses, he is never lonely in the Gryffindor tower as his charismatic and friendly aura is just too inviting for others to not look for a free seat at his side. Yes, Mathias was the good looking, charismatic guy everybody wants to be friends with.
"Look, here he comes…" whispers his teammate Alfred whilst pointing with his index finger towards a boy, or rather young man, entering the Great Hall. "He will be the new seeker for Slytherin."
Mathias looks up and had not a hard time figuring out who he meant. It was the only Slytherin entering, as it was very early in the morning and most of the students were still asleep. He looked very grumpy and as soon as he sat down, far away from the few others at the table, he instantly reached for the can of coffee. He was perfectly dressed, not a wrinkle to be seen and his tie perfectly tied in . His light blonde hair combed but still falling perfectly in his face, so his right eye was half covered by it. On the other side, the hair was held back by a golden cross pin, shining in the morning sunlight coming from the roof of the hall. His face was clearly from the Nordic type. He was taller than most of the students and even if the robe hid his body very well, Mathias could tell from the perfect posture this guy had and from how he walked, that he was trained. Overall he just excelled from the others in a way.
"Man… He looks grumpy. Sure it's him? I never saw him flying…" He frowns some and thinks about from where he could know this pretty face. "…I actually never saw him before," Mathias states with a lowered voice. Alfred nods and takes a bite from his bagel before answering:
"Of course not. He just moved from Norway to Scotland. People told me that his dad is very influential and pulled some strings so he could enter here." Alfred finishes his bagel and takes a smeared sandwich from a plate which immediately gets replaced by a new one.
"Arrived not with the train as we do and I guess his sorting was done in privacy." He rolls his eyes. "If you ask me he is one of those pureblood nobles that are too good for everybody else."
Mathias just hums in agreement and continues to watch him.
"Does he have a name?"
"Sigurd Steilsson."
"Sigurd?"
"Yes, but he gets called Lukas by everybody else."
"Why Lukas?"
"His second name I guess and since it's easier to pronounce they stick with it. The teachers still call him Sigurd though."
"How do you know all of that? We began school three days ago!"
Alfred shrugs. "It's what they tell you in the hallways. Stuff like that spreads like wildfire. Remember how fast the rumour about Liz cheating on Roddy spread." He stands up and wipes some crumbs from his shirt.
"Gotta go now. Forgot my books upstairs." Mathias nods and looks back at Sigurd, his dark blonde haired friend is quickly forgotten. But Sigurd just finished too and stands up to leave, just before the big wave of students, heading for breakfast, could block the hallways. Mathias follows him closely with is eyes until his team colleague Kyle snaps him out of it in stealing his untouched breakfast under his nose. After that, Mathias did not have much time to think about the new seeker as the teachers begin the new school year without mercy.
That is, until a very rainy and boring Thursday afternoon. The new, unofficial hate afternoon of the Gryffindors: sharing transfiguration class with the Slytherins. Not only, that this class is extraordinarily difficult, now they have to share it with their archenemies and are thus under even more pressure.
The Gryffindors enter together the classroom somewhat late, as they just had potions far down in the dungeons. The professor is already waiting and the Slytherin students turn their heads and begin to snicker as the Gryffindors, panting out of breath, sit down on their side of the classroom. The class starts and Mathias is quick to set his mind towards the subjects instead of the mocking of the Slytherins. Soon enough they had to be paired up to try out a spell and as he turns his head towards his partner Liz, he spots the golden cross again in the first row.
There he is, Sigurd "Lukas" Steilsson, sitting with his still perfect hair and clothes, letting the snail in front of him vanish with a flick of his wand. Mathias is completely absorbed in the scene in front of him and completely ignores Liz who is waving at him, trying to get his attention. Sigurd's partner, a brown haired guy, which's name he forgot, is leaning towards him. But he did not observe how Sigurd let the snail vanish. He just plainly looked at him and is getting closer and closer. Sigurd, seeming to feel more uncomfortable with every centimetre this guy was getting nearer, slides to the end of the bench and glares at the intrusive male. But before anything could happen, like Mathias jumping up and breaking this guy's nose, the professor claps his hands and begins to explain to them again how the spell works, since many of the students had problems recollecting the stuff they learned from last year.
The following weeks, Mathias gets more and more interested in that mysterious Norwegian guy and one sleepless night before the first Quidditch match of the season, he decides to write everything down he learned about him. He sits up and lights with his wand the candle at his bedside. The other boys are all sleeping deeply in their beds. As Mathias sits on his comfortable bed he takes out parchment, quill and ink from his nightstand. First he writes down the name.
Sigurd "Lukas" Steilsson
Then the outer appearance where he had to hold himself back to not write any too flattering adjectives.
Taller than most of the students, smaller than me. Light blonde hair 'til down to his neck. Rather long bangs, always held back on one side by his golden cross pin. Seems to be fit and has good posture.
Elegant movements and light skin like marble. Dark, deep, beautiful blue eyes. Beautiful and defined face. Never does something clumsy or embarrassing.
Mathias reads the description and bites his lower lip. There was something missing. Something was not right about the description. He dips the quill in ink again and tries his best to describe it:
A dangerous yet beautiful aura. Magnet like, almost inhuman. Wants me to take him and get him to a safe place to protect or slam him hard against the wall and …
Mathias looks up and around him. Nobody is awake. Nobody is looking over his shoulder. Everybody is sleeping more or less silently. He takes a deep breath and starts a new paragraph. Now the Intel he got from his friends and hallway gossiping.
Rich, influential family, Norwegian, arrogant, got a brother named Eiríkur in 4th year. Seeker. Nobody sees him training and nobody knows how good he is. Slyherin are keeping silent about him as a seeker. Not social, seemingly no friends, does not speak so much. Some believe he cannot even speak or understand English. Many have a crush on him.
Mathias pauses and takes deep before continuing to write:
Manipulative. Pays teachers for good grades. Does not show any compassion for those he breaks the heart but does instead make them do the most embarrassing things or forgetting themselves. Turns straight boys gay and queer girls straight. Emotionless. Has several lovers. Looks at us as mere toys. Muggle-hater.
Mathias lays the ink on his nightstand and reads again through what he wrote as he lies down and nibbles some on the quill he placed in his mouth. He gets some ink on his lip but he does not notice as he drifts off into his fantasy, clutching the parchment in his hands.
The crowd is cheering for him at the Quidditch Cup. His hands are holding the trophy and all his teammates are lifting him up and singing, shouting and laughing. As he gets down again, the trophy disappears and instead he is running towards Sigurd who is waiting for him in the golden and crimson crowd, like a leaf in the red sunset, a soft smile only for him on his lips. As they meet he hugs Sigurd tightly and kisses his soft, perfect lips. As they part are Sigurd's eyes only fixed on him and he whispers softly:
"Thank you for saving me from those rumours. You are my light in the dark and thanks to you I got friends, speak English and learned how to smile… Mathias… I l-"
"MATHIAS!" Somebody is jumping on the bed and the called is jolting up, eyes widened and looking around wildly. He spots at the end of his bed his newest fan. A first grader, named Peter Kirkland is bouncing up and down the mattress, his hair a wild mess and his thick eyebrows lifted in excitement. "Wake up! The Quidditch game starts in an hour!" He smiles broadly at him and climbs down from the bed.
"Your team is already eating and they sent me to get you down. " Mathias scratches his head and as he sits up and sets his feet on the ground he hears a rustling. The parchment he wrote on yesterday was crumbled under his foot. He leans down and takes it. A little shudder as the thought hits him that somebody could have read it. He shakes his head and quickly folds it and puts it into the nightstand.
"What was that?" Peter asks curiously whilst trying to get a glimpse of it as it disappears in the drawer.
"Nothing. Just some tactics I thought about yesterday night," Mathias lies and shoos Peter out of the dormitory so he can dress in his Quidditch uniform.