CHAPTER TWO

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own any of these characters. :)

As he ran onto campus, not paying attention to his path, he slammed into another student. He groaned, rubbing his head and hurrying to grab his papers. He then looked up, two shining, green eyes met two cold, grey ones.

"Potter… Is that you?"

Harry looked up slowly, not recognizing the voice. A tall and slim, but lean boy stood in front of him, towering slightly over. He had platinum blonde hair that was smoothed backward and cold, grey blue eyes, widened in shock. The said boy had sharp facial features, a pale complex, and a lean build.

Harry quirked up his eyebrow in confusion, "Excuse me, who are you and how do you know my name?" he questioned, not seeing any resemblance of anyone he knew. He had no friends so if this boy knew him, then the closest thing he was to Harry was a bully.

When those words escaped his mouth, the other teen recoiled harshly and looked down with disappointment written across his face. "Um, nothing, I've got to go, see you around!" he finished in a hurry and sped off.

'Weird,' Harry thought, stuck in thought as he tried to remember.

"Hey you!" Another voice called out, this time it was much more enthusiastic. Harry turned his head and was met with a tall, lanky boy with red orange hair, warm brown eyes, and a swarm of freckles, washing over his face. This boy ran towards him and skidded to a stop, holding his hand out, "Hey, you okay?"

"Fine, fine really," Harry muttered, dark bangs covering his eyes. He rejected to arm held out to him and stood up on his own. Before bending down again to pick his books up, the redhead spoke up, "So, uh, my name's Ronald Weasley, call me Ron!" he flashed a cheerful grin at the ebony haired teen.

"Harry, Harry Potter," Harry replied, not used to having people voluntarily talk to him.

"So Harry, um, I was wondering...could I sit with you at lunch?" the talkative boy asked, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. His hands fidgeted with each other until Harry let out a breathe,"I suppose so, it's not like anyone else will."

"Great, thanks! I'll see you later, and...well, thanks for being my first friend in this new school!" he rambled, leaving Harry in a daze.

Once the other kid was out of sight, Harry bent down to pick up his books. He collected everything that had fallen onto the floor and placed them back into his satchel. Harry looked at the hallway clock and inwardly groaned; he was late on the first day of class, at a new school.

He grudgingly trudged to the Headmaster's office for a schedule. After the office secretary scolded him, he glanced at his classes. First up was...Literature with...Professor McGonagall. From all the rumors he had heard, some say she was a woman who would screech at your every mood. Others had said she was all hiss and no bite. He didn't know what to believe, because at that moment, he was the only student in the hallway.

Harry walked slowly until he reached his destination. He had thought about turning back, but that plan failed as the door was opened for him; Wonderful, an automatic door

All eyes turned to him, but he paid to attention to them. He looked around the room for this teacher and all he saw was a...cat?!

"Oh, I'm not late…" Harry muttered, inwardly clapping himself on the back.

All the chitter chatter in the room suddenly stopped as curious eyes peered at something behind him…."Are you sure, Mr. Potter?..."

This old and grave voice startled poor Harry as his head whipped around to see what was behind him. To his surprise, the very person he was looking for had been at the doorway the entire time, and that cat sitting on the desk jumped off and came running forward, rubbing its head on the professor's leg.

McGonagall picked it up and petted behind the ear, "Now Mr. Potter, being late is not an exception. However since it is the first day of class, you're off the hook, but next time it's a detention, got it?"

Harry nodded and looked for any familiar faces. He found no one, but soon enough, his eyes locked with someone else's. All he saw was silver, silver smirking back at him.

So sorry that it's so short; I have an essay due tomorrow, but can I get some reviews? I noticed this story wasn't getting many views, so can I get some ideas? Thanks to all!