Insert long A/N about how shitty I am: Okay so I am really scared to post this, I haven't wrote in forever, I'm also unbeta'd, and this is my first time writing a chapter longer than 2k words. Also I'm only continuing if people don't hate it because I am really scared that everyone is going to hate it and *sweats nervously* I know the idea is over done but I hope mine stands out. I also suck at titles and I'm searching for a new one

P.S. Hollstein is always endgame, I don't own anything, I did about a month's research on this so fight me.

P.P.S. I didn't mark this as crossover because this only involves a few characters from Harry Potter, most of which I had to write uniquely because they don't really have any screen time.

P.P.P.S. This is a fanfiction based off the webseries not the book.

"First years and transfers, make your way here please," the half-giant hollered over the excited murmurs of students. "My name is Rubeus Hagrid, I'm the Head of Hufflepuff, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and the Deputy Headmaster."

"Hagrid!" a young boy shouted, tackling him into a hug.

"That's professor to you Mr. Potter," Hagrid whispers to him, a smile creeping onto his face. "It's amazing to see all your faces. We've got more transfers this year than we have had since when we started the program in 2003!"

Laura feels a blush on her cheeks, knowing she definitely doesn't look like a first year. She pulls nervously on the collar of her white button-up undershirt. Schools in America didn't have these, she thinks to herself.

"Well as you can see, those are the returning students over there," he points to carriages that appear to be pulled by magic. Laura could see the thestrals, though. She sighs and bites her lip. "Anyways, since it is your first time here, we're taking the boats to the castle. Get in small groups you all."

Laura ends up in a group with another transfer and two first years. Something about one of them looks familiar, although Laura can't point it. As the boats start pushing off the dock, she breaks the silence. "I'm Laura, Laura Hollis."

"It's nice to meet you, Laura-Laura," one of the first years - a young boy with dark hair - snickers. He extends his hand, "I'm James."

Laura takes his hand and is shocked by a small electric current. She rips her hand back and gasps, and the boy laughs harder.

"I apologize for my cousin, ma'am, he loves practical jokes," the red haired boy rolls his eyes, "My name is Louis W-" he pauses, and clears his throat. "Louis."

"It's no big deal," Laura shrugs, still freaking out inside, "I love practical jokes. Who are you?" she asks, looking at the other transfer.

She has blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and looks around Laura's age. When she speaks, it's in a French accent, "I'm Helena, pleasure to meet you," she shakes her hand, "You are from America, yes?"

Laura nods, not bothering to go into detail as she gawks at the huge castle. It is a lot bigger looking in person than in the hundreds of pictures she has seen. She feels the excitement all over again.

They leave the boats, go up a staircase, and approach a large door. Hagrid stands in front of the group and briefs them. "This is the Great Hall. We're going to go inside, approach the Sorting Hat, and then you'll sit down with your house. Sound good?"

A murmur of understanding rolls through the crowd, and Hagrid leads them to the door. After they push through, Laura can't help but marvel at the ceiling. It looks so real! Magic is amazing! They stand at the sidelines and a man waves at them.

"I'm Professor Frost, I teach potions and I also lead the choir. We're going to sing the Hogwarts anthem and then you will be sorted," he explains before going to conduct the choir.

The singers are alright. They're not Lorcan d'Eath, but they aren't horrible either. The anthem goes on for a bit, some students sitting at tables sing along, before the hat clears its throat. "That isn't the only song for you today," it makes a weird looking face that Laura assumes is a smile, "You will now hear the song about the houses."

Laura knew this song by heart. Ever since she learned she was a wizard, she dreamed about leaving her American school to come to Hogwarts.

In cliff-notes, there's Slytherin, the house of near-perfectly pure blood, filled with cunning students such as Salzar.

The sharpest were in Ravenclaw, the daring in Gryffindor, and the good in Hufflepuff. While to many Hufflepuff seemed like an outcast house, it was definitely one of Laura's top picks: she tries to be good as often as possible.

Before long, the hat is shouting out different houses for different people. While most houses cheer for everyone, the Slytherin kids seemed to only cheer when they got a new member. Laura rolled her eyes and swore she'd be better than that.

A silence falls over the crowd when a famous name is called. Yes, surely, that is how she knew the first year! James was Harry Potter's son! In the dead silence, you could hear a pin drop. He took a deep breath before sitting in the chair. Hagrid barely had placed the hat on his head before it shouted,

"Gryffindor!"

A few curses came from the other houses, while Gryffindor cheered very loudly. Do all the famous come from Gryffindor? Laura wonders. She tries to imagine a wizard well-known in history that wasn't a Gryffindor. Wasn't there a Luna Lovegood, or some odd name?

A first year takes the chair and it becomes clear he is not prepared for being at the school at all. He sits down and practically screams when the hat is put on his head. After the hat yells, "Ravenclaw!" the boy falls off the chair, passed out.

Laughter brushes through all the students and Laura finds herself wanting to run over to the boy and make sure he's okay. Thankfully, the Head Boy and Girl of Ravenclaw helped pick him up, placing him on the bench by them.

The crowd starts lessening and Laura can feel her stomach dropping with each name. Surely, she wouldn't be upset if she was put in Slytherin, right? It was only a house. Just because all evil wizards in textbook history came from that house, doesn't make the students evil, right?

Laura tugged her bottom lip in between her teeth and tapped her foot impatiently. She can't remember the last time it felt like she had to wait this long for something. By the time the next student gets called up, she takes a deep sigh. It's going to be a long night.

Danny's first year of being a Prefect has been going smooth, so far that is. She helped new students onto the train, she cheered when students were sorted, and cheered even louder when they got put into her house.

Self-consciously she tightens her red and gold tie until it is almost suffocating her and taps her fingers across the table. Sometimes it feels like ages before the hat can reach a decision. This year almost seems like Ravenclaw was going to fill up. But hell, they're the smart ones, she's sure they can work it out.

From the corner of her eye, she sees a kid - Fred Weasley, a third year known for making trouble - telling a scary story to a mortified first year. She tries to silence him with her eyes, but he waves and she gets up and crouches down by them.

"Save story-time for another time. Right now we're going to watch students be sorted into houses," Danny smiles and saunters back to her seat, sitting by sixth-year Prefect Kirsh.

"Come on hottie, go easy on them, they're just excited to be here," Kirsh rolls his eyes at her.

"See? This is why I'm a better Prefect than you. I know when it is appropriate to talk, and when it is not. Right now? It's not very appropriate," she rolls her eyes, trying to focus on the students being sorted.

"What do you mean you're a better Prefect than me?" he frowns, his pout giving him a puppy look. "I've worked very hard to be where I am-"

"You're also a sports star and a teacher's pet so-"

"You sound a little jealous if you ask me."

"Jealous? Please. I wouldn't be jealous of you even if-"

"Kirsh. Danny. Now is not the time or place. As two Prefects, you're not setting a very good example," Professor Longbottom, Head of Gryffindor glares at them, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Shit," Danny sighs.

"Way to go, Psycho," he feigns shame in her, "Sorry, Professor Longbottom."

Danny bites the inside of her cheek, trying not to comment. It wasn't a secret that Kirsh was a popular student. He had a way of making all teachers love him, even when he wasn't the brightest bulb.

She tries to put her feelings aside, and once again, turns her attention to the worn out magical hat. Approaching the hat was a ginger kid, and from Fred Weasley's cheers of joy, she assumed it was another Weasley kid.

While they can't make out the conversation, it's obvious the boy is slightly nervous and he and the hat are having banter. The crowd silences to try to listen in. "I think Slytherin might have a special bench warmed up for you," he states in a teasing tone.

"No please!" the boy squeaked, causing an eruption of laughter from a lot of the students. The silence returned as the boy muttered, "Please put me in Gryffindor, my father would never let me live it down."

"I remember sorting your father, and your many uncles, even a few of your aunts, at that. You possess many qualities they have, and they turned out as fine students," the hat pretends to ponder it as he sighs and makes a sound similar to clearing his throat, "Gryffindor!"

It's not that Danny's surprised, it's just a little relief perhaps as she claps and cheers loudly. This was a Weasley. The last time a Weasley was placed in a house other than Gryffindor… Well. No one has ever heard of it.

Louis proudly struts down the table to where he must know the Prefects sit, and takes a seat by Danny. "Enchantê," he extends his hand with a flick of his light ginger hair.

Danny shakes hands with him, and even though he's nearly five years younger than her, feels an immediate attraction. What? She understands all of a sudden. "You're Bill's son."

"What gave it away? The ginger hair? The Gryffindor placing? The fact that my last name is Weasley?" he pauses before smirking, "Oh," he looks at the table, blushing, "Oh."

"You're the only male Veela known in existence," she states matter-of-factly.

"Key word being known. I'm sure there's more," he flusters, "I'm sorry, I don't really have control over my - er - powers. People tend to just feel attracted to me, I'm not sure whether it's a curse or a blessing."

"It's - yeah. I can see that. That'd be kind of hard to struggle with," Danny nods, trying not to look at him too much. Damn, this is awkward.

"I think the hat felt it," he whispers, his head falling into his hands. He chokes on his breath. "I - I didn't - I just want to know how to control this. It's so awkward. The only people it doesn't really work on is my family - Thank Merlin."

Danny stifles a laugh with the back of her hand, "That is hilarious!" she snickers quietly. It takes her a while to realize the hat hasn't spoke up in a while. Hushed murmurs are echoing through the tables and Danny wonders if another family famous wizard is approaching the stand.

When she looks, someone is already under the hat. A transfer. It's a girl who looks to be about Danny's age, maybe younger. She's squirming under the hat like it's on fire. This is going to be a long one.

"Do you know who that is?" she whispers to Kirsh.

"No, I was actually hoping you'd be able to tell me," he replies wearily.

"She's a muggle-born transfer student from America. Her name is Lori or Laura or Lauren or I dunno, something with an L," Louis mutters to them, "She's a social butterfly, but very well informed. I bet she gets Ravenclaw."

Laura takes a deep breath after her name is called. She can do this. She can do this. She can - she's been waiting since she was twelve for this moment. A chance to prove she had a personality. A chance to prove she belonged somewhere.

Her father never understood her ramblings about Quidditch, Harry Potter, or Hogwarts. He was supportive of course, but after hearing about her several injuries from a single game of Quidditch, he's never been very trusting of the system.

Laura takes her seat on the chair, facing hundreds of bored looking faces. How is it possible for people to be so bored while I am so nervous? she wonders. Deep breaths, Hollis. Deep breaths.

The hat is placed on her head and makes a loud humming noise, causing Laura to flinch. Laura looks around the room, and before long is bouncing around in the chair. "Sit still child," the hat mutters.

This does nothing to help clear Laura's mind. A million things run through it at once. Can he read all my thoughts ever? Does he know what I look like naked? she feels dizzy. Is she going to pass out?

"Relax," the hat murmurs, "Let me know who you are. Let me find your personality."

She twiddles her fingers and feels her heart hammering in her ribcage. How long has it been?

"Interesting," the hat croaks. "You are very brave, young child. This type of bravery is not unseen. You would take death to protect someone you loved. You would willingly try any task. You're a go getter. In fact, you remind me of our own Professor Longbottom. Did you know he was able to retrieve the Sword of Gryffindor? He was a great student and an even better wizard, his undying loyalty oh-so similar to yours - I'd bet your patronus is a golden retriever," the hat laughs, "However,

"You're brains are above average. You have a vast knowledge of muggles and magical folk alike. I'm sure you will have no problem exceeding your O.W.L.s. Your knowledge reminds me of Hermione Granger - she was a Gryffindor too, actually. You are very good at theorizing and problem solving. You seem to be very punctual with a lust to be a perfectionist. It's almost OCD, really," again, the hat makes a croaky laugh at his own joke, before continuing, "you also over-analyze everything, take excellent notes, and your love for books and knowledge is admirable, although,

"You also have the cunning that is Slytherin. Sure, you'd die for your friends, but you'd also kill for them. You love making theories, but you also love plotting. Stop fretting, Hollis. Just because you get placed in Slytherin, doesn't mean you're an evil person. Many good, smart wizards have been from Slytherin. Remember Merlin? Of course you do. There are plenty of brilliant wizards in Slytherin this year, and I'm sure Professor Karnstein would love to have a ray of sunshine such as yourself down in the dungeons," the hat gives a dark laugh, this time, Laura is unaware as to why he's laughing, "but a ray of sunshine such as yourself deserves to flourish with the sun,

"Laura Hollis, correct me if I am wrong, but you are a Hufflepuff. You have a heart bright enough to light a black hole. Your kindness affects those around you. You love socializing and seeing people smile. I've never seen someone so perfect for one house, even when they could easily go into any house. Hufflepuff is your home, and if you object, you only have now to do so."

"I have no objections," she whispers thoughtfully.

"Hufflepuff!"

The smiling bunch in yellow and black ties stand, clapping and cheering as loud as they can. Laura blushes and stumbles to her new house. There are no familiar faces, and she has no idea where to sit.

"Laura!" someone calls out. She glances and sees a boy with short, sandy gold hair calling out to her, waving her over to his seat. She doesn't recognize him, but nevertheless, dashes over and takes the empty seat next to him.

"H-hi. I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asks, her bottom lip worrying in between her teeth.

"Professor Hagrid called your name for you to get sorted," he shrugs, "I pay attention. It's something my parents lacked in, so I try my hardest to be better than them," he laughs softly to himself. "So you're American."

"Kind of, yeah, I guess. In a way," she clears her throat, "What gave me away?" she asks sarcastically.

They laugh and he extends his hand, "How rude of myself. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Edward Lupin, but please, call me Teddy, everyone does."

Laura squints, trying to place the name. "Are you sure I don't know you? Perhaps I know someone in your family?"

The boy nervously grabs onto his tie as if it is choking him, loosening it. "Uh, you might. I just - I don't really - I try not to talk about it. Perhaps another day, yeah?"

"Of course! I - I didn't mean to offend you-"

"You didn't," he cuts her off quickly. "You have a lovely smile, don't stop smiling," he murmurs to her.

Laura feels flattered, but it's apparent to her that the boy is younger. "What grade are you?" she asks.

"I'm sorry?"

"Year. My bad. What year are you?" she asks, coughing as if it will cover up her failure.

"Oh, I'm a third year, and you?"

"Fifth year," she grins. "But this feeling is just like being a first year. From the day I learned I was a wizard I dreamed of meeting other great ones. Almost all the best wizards come from Hogwarts, so of course I wanted to attend here. It took four applications but, hey, I'm finally here," she grins widely.

"And I'm very glad for that," Teddy smiles at her, his cheeks turning pink. "Welcome to Hogwarts. And Hufflepuff. And this side of the globe, to be honest," he rambles, trying to find the right words to say to her.

"Thank you," she grins, and they turn their heads to watch other students be sorted.

"You guys! Cut it out! You're going to kill each other," Perry says, taking two wands from second years who were using them as swords in a fight. "Or worse."

"Sorry Prefect," one of the boys sighs, "May I have my wand back."

"O-of course," Perry stammers. She never meant to take their wands like that. Taking a wizard's wand is a sure way to make that wizard anxious. So easy, you can snap them in half. So easy, you can make them feel like nothing. "Look, just, try to act normal for a while, okay? I don't want to have to give anyone detention on the first day back."

Perry walks back to the Prefect hangout, taking a seat by her best friend in the whole world and then some. "Perry! I missed you!" LaFontaine told her, taking her hand. They rubbed circles into the back of her hand with their thumb.

"I was gone for like two minutes," Perry rolls her eyes playfully.

"That is two long minutes of my life that I will never get back!" they say, acting offended. "But really, over summer, especially. We barely got to hang out."

"I'm not too sure what your definition of barely is, but I think two to three times a week is slightly more than mine," she smiles, "I missed you too."

"Damn, is this kid ever going to get sorted?" LaFontaine asks, looking at Laura squirming under the hat. "I swear it's been the longest sort in history."

As soon as they finish talking, the hat shouts, "Hufflepuff!"

LaFontaine and Perry cheer loudly, sharing a quick celebration hug. Perry fixes a few of LaFontaine's hairs that were out of place. She shakes her head in a motherly fashion, "How did you survive without me?"

"I didn't," they replied easily. They almost regretted it if it weren't for the huge, heart-warming smile that spread across Perry's face. Lately, they have been feeling stronger for her, and she doesn't seem to notice. Whenever they drop not-so-subtle hints, their heart begins to race and they worry that she will declare the feelings unrequited.

Perry sighs, reaching over to undo and fix LaFontaine's tie. "Honestly, can you even pour a bowl of cereal without getting my help?"

"It tastes so much better when you pour it," they smile, running a hand through their short, red hair. "Dad can't shut up about you. I reckon he wants to interrogate your parents but I'm not too sure I want that to happen," their eyes narrow.

"Why not? I love your father," Perry interjects.

"Yeah, my dad is a great guy, and a great teacher, but he's not the best at placing boundaries, you know? While he may be an expert on muggle studies, he barely knows the proper way to word things. Just last week, we went to get coffee, and when the waitress asked if he wanted a certain flavor, I swear he just about had a stroke!"

"Sweetie, I think I can handle quips about muggles from your dad. He isn't going to try to offend me, and if he does, it will be an accident. Accidents can always be forgiven," she smiles, wrapping her arm around their shoulder.

"Alright, I'll set up a time where we can have some tea and talk to him."

"We?" Perry asks.

"I'm not letting him talk to you alone," LaFontaine shakes their head, "No way. How was your break - when I wasn't around?"

"Well, things at the library have been running smoothly. My mother gets a load of business from all the late fees kids these days wrack up. It's like they've never heard of a due date," she rolls her eyes, "Honestly!"

"Hey, not all of us can have your perfect punctuality," they nudge her, frowning.

"Pouting isn't very becoming on you, Prefect LaFontaine."

"Wow," they say, "I thought I'd get tired of hearing that. I definitely haven't yet." They both laugh and cheer and another student gets placed into Hufflepuff. "What about your father, any progress finding him yet?"

Perry frowns the kind of frown that breaks LaFontaine's heart. She gives a small, pained shrug, "You'd think, being a wizard and all, finding a human would be too easy. But I have nothing to go off off other than my own DNA."

LaFontaine fought to not say anything negative about the man. They have had this fight before.

"Are you sure you even want to know who your dad is? He sounds a little bit like a deadbeat ass, no offense."

"None taken but - I'm sure. I need to know where I come from LaFontaine. It's an important thing to me."

"What if he's -" they cut themself off. Only rude things can come from this. "You're right, I'm sorry, it is your business, and of course I'll support you with anything you do. And if you ever want help-"

They were cut off by a tight hug. "Thanks LaFontaine."

They are brought back to reality by Perry, who is poking at their shoulder. "Look at Laura, I think the Lupin boy fancies her."

"Do you reckon she fancies him back?" they ask.

Perry dwells on it. "I'm not sure. Her body language is friendly and warm, but isn't all of ours? She laughs at some of the things he says, but she doesn't seem to get all flustered like he does. She's either confident or not interested."

"Maybe we should do a little investigating," they suggest. They're about to continue when McGonagall takes the stand, clinging her class with a spoon. "We'll discuss this later."

"First things first, I would like to congratulate all the new students on getting sorted into their houses. I would like to welcome all the first years, and share my wishes that they don't get in as much trouble as their ancestors," McGonagall started, glaring at the Gryffindor table, "I would also like to welcome the transfers from other schools."

An applause and cheer breaks through the crowd before McGonagall silences them with a look.

"We started this program eleven years ago, and we have yet to regret it. All our transferred students are highly intellectual with a good history in their former schools. Most our students come from the North American and French schools, although we do have some from all over the world. Welcome to Britain."

Another cheer goes through the crowd.

"I know most of you hate going through this, but we're going to discuss something very important: Rules and punishments. Our main goal is to keep you safe, and this means you should always be on school grounds, unless given special permissions by a faculty member or being on an official visit to Hogsmeade. For those of you who do not know about Hogsmeade trips, your Head Boy or Girl should explain it to you later.

"The Forbidden Forest is forbidden, unless you're serving detention with a Professor. House areas are only to be accessed by members in said house. We have a 10:00 p.m. curfew, and you may leave your common room no earlier than 6:00 a.m.

"Swimming in the Black Lake is prohibited unless accompanied by a Prefect or a Professor. Your uniform is to always remain in tip-top shape, you may take your robe off when in an informal setting. Magic is to not be cast unless for studying purposes, competing in an official duel, or defending oneself.

"Attendance is crucial and there will be no alcohol or tobacco on school grounds. Please remain in your best behavior, and try to always follow what your Professor says. Punishments will most likely be docking of house points, detention, or, in extreme cases, expulsion."

"I only know one person in history who has gotten expelled, and it wasn't a pretty case," Teddy whispers to Laura.

"Finally, I would like to welcome our new teachers. We'd like to welcome Professor Isaac Darkthorn, who will be teaching History of Magic, we'd like to welcome back the Flying teacher, Professor Cynthia Crowley, and we have Professor Luna Scamander who will be filling in whilst Professor Moriarty is away for Divination."

"Is that Luna Lovegood?" Laura whispers.

"Yeah, she's a smash that one. Really sweet and she always knows about the silliest of things," Teddy smiles at her. "She's a good friend of my Godfather's."

"Who's your Godfather?"

"Why, Harry Potter, of course," he whispers back, smiling.

"I hope we all have a great year. Let the feast begin!" McGonagall waves her wand, and all four of the tables fill with food.

Laura jumps back a bit, taken by surprise.

"Are you alright?" Teddy asks, a worried look crossing his face.

"I'm fine it's just, uh," she shrugs, looking down at the table, "My last school was a lot less magical-oriented," she wiggles her nose and puts some sliced tuna and sweet potatoes on her plate.

"What, did chefs come out with your food for every meal?" he snickers.

"Well, kind of," she shrugs, "It was kind of like muggle school."

Teddy is in the middle of a bite of chicken when he chokes. "Muggle school! I've never been, but the way Professor LaFontaine talks about it makes it sound amazing. Is it true that you do all your writing with pencils?"

Laura feels a little weirded out by the question. "Yeah, I guess. Most people write with pens or pencils, and in some classes you can use a computer to do all your work."

"Wow. That is so fascinating," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "So your parents, are they muggles then?"

"My father is a muggle, but I'm not too sure about my mom. I didn't really get to know her, so, she could have been a wizard but I'm not sure, you get it?"

"Oh I'm so sorry," he bites his lip, "I didn't get to know my parents either. They died in the great battle, yeah. Most people would be upset but I am so proud of them. They died fighting for something important - something revolutionary, you get me?"

"Yeah, I get you," she nods. She almost asks who his parents are when she remembers he doesn't want to talk about his family. Perhaps that's how I know him, if his parents were in the war…

It's not long before Laura is full, and is just enjoying typical conversation with Teddy. He's very interested in all-things-muggle, and Laura briefly wonders if he wants to be a Muggle Studies Professor when he grows up.

There's an instant where Laura has a feeling she can't decipher. Thirst. She realizes no one has poured a beverage into her glass yet. She notices everyone else drinking from their cup and has a wonder.

Wordlessly, Laura picks up the cup, feeling the weight of a liquid slosh in her grip. As she drags it closer she hears the fizz and smells the familiar scent - no way. She takes a sip before nearly spitting her drink out. Grape soda! Score!

"Is something the matter?" Teddy asks, reaching out to touch her arm.

She does her best to not flinch under his touch and she nods, "I'm just shocked that they have my favorite drink, that's all."

"Ah no way! What do you got? I always get pumpkin juice. I was kind of raised on it, you know?" he rambles nervously.

"Yeah, I got grape soda," she smiles.

"Grape soda? Is that like a non-alcoholic wine?" he asks.

"You've never had grape soda?" she almost shouts at him, jaw dropping. It's like this side of the wizarding world knows nothing about muggle culture. "It's a fizzy drink that has artificial grape flavoring."

"That sounds horrible for one's health," he winces.

"Oh, it is," she laughs. In a flash, all the food goes from the table and dessert is served. "Holy crap!"

So much for being full, she thinks as she loads her plate with an assortment of cookies. As she finishes most of the cookies before her stomach decides she can't eat anymore, and before long the dessert is gone too.

Professor McGonagall stands up again and speaks to the students, "Please follow your Head Boy and Girl to your common room, and be in bed by ten. Have a good night."