A/N: Wrote this because I apparently need to be working on two stories at once to be able to focus. Which only makes sense in my world. Plus, this prompt screamed at me, "ME! ME! Pick me!" Hope OP likes it (and everyone else too of course) :D.
Disclaimer: I don't own, you can't sue.
Summary: Written for yet another prompt on the Suits meme at lj. Hogwarts AU with a specific sorting request. Gryffindor!Harvey/Slytherin!Mike
Michael Ross has known about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry for about three years now. His grandma told him to prepare him for the future he would possibly have to face. She told him two weeks after his parents died when he was eight. She said she never approved with their decision to wait until his abilities either developed or didn't to tell Mike about his brilliance.
He's unique, is what Mike's grandmother would say. Most would agree after a few of the stunts he's pulled in school. Between making his school sprinkler system go off when an older kid cornered him in the classroom and tried to bully him and making the little men he doodled on his homework run a cross the bottom of the page every time he puts an eraser down on the paper, Mike's pretty sure he's going to get an acceptance letter for Hogwarts when he's eleven.
Still, he has mixed feelings when a small black owl drops an envelope on his front porch. He's excited and relieved, but he's worried too. Grams hasn't been feeling too well and if regular school is expensive, what's wizarding school going to be?
At the end of the day, the letter is sitting on his desk. Mike's would be frowning at it, but Grams would notice and he doesn't want to give her more reason to worry. He's already asking her to let him attend a school so far away from her.
Grams kisses his head and says goodnight. His last thought before he sleeps is wondering if his parents would be proud of him if he became a wizard.
Once he gets past the barrier at 9 ¾ , Mike Ross feels like he's ready to take on the world. The main reasoning behind that is that magic has already allowed him to walk through a wall. Magic is awesome! Maybe after he gets trained in wizardry he can be a superhero like the ones he watches on TV with Grams all the time.
He gets to ride a train. How awesome is that? His luggage lifts itself into the air and it soars into the open cab for cargo. Mike just stares in awe before someone laughs behind him.
There's a boy a couple of years older than him by the looks of it standing relaxed and smiling with a genuine amusement. It not cruel and Mike likes the curve of it. The older boy has dark hair, dark eyes to match, and slightly crooked nose.
"I forget how much I love first years," the boy comments and holds out his hand to shake.
Grams taught him manners so eventually he stops staring at the dark haired boy and grabs his hand.
"I'm Mike Ross," he introduces himself first.
"Trevor Black. C'mon or we'll miss the train," he says ruffling his hair. When Mike's looking out the window at his world passing by and Trevor and his friends idly chatting with him, he thinks how awesome today has been. First a friend, then a magical train ride. He loves being a wizard.
A/N: Yes. Another one. So I'm sorry if this seems a little forced, but I'm struggling writing in an eleven year old boy's perspective. Eventually I'll be able to fast forward into sixth or seventh year and it won't be like pulling teeth. Reviews are awesome :D. That'll do pig, that'll do.