Harry and Sirius, The Relationship Between
Chapter three -The First of Many Nights
"So, what is it? Why did you two kept staring at Sean?" asked Harry.
"Don't you realize..." begin Hermione.
"...that he looks exactly like you except for a few minor details," Ron interrupted.
"No, he doesn't," exclaimed Harry.
"Oh yes, he does! You have no idea how alike you guys look. No wonder people were staring at him," said Ron.
"I have to agree with Ron," said Hermione.
"What? Not you too," said Harry.
"Really, is it so hard to believe? He has glasses and hair as untidy as yours. You can't argue with that. I mean, how often do you find a person that has hair as untidy as yours!" continued Hermione.
"Well...not exactly. Snuffles had that untidy hair the first time we met him in the forest," said Ron.
"That's because he was just out of Azkaban. You can't expect anyone coming out of Azkaban clean and tidy!" said Hermione annoyingly. "Stop joking around Ron!"
While Ron and Hermione were 'talking', Harry was laughing his head off.
"Stop, you two. Both of you are starting to sound like a couple!" laughed Harry.
"A couple of what?" asked Ron.
"What do your think?" said Harry. "Ok, I seriously don't agree that Sean and I look alike. Even if we do, so what? Why don't we just talk about this later, the sorting's about to start."
Soon enough, Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet and said a few words.
"Now before we begin with the sorting, let's welcome an exchange student, Sean Prott. He will be joining the fifth years."
First, they were to sort Sean. He stepped up, sat on the stool, and place the sorting hat on his head.
Sean awaited patiently when the hat began to speak:
'Hmm, yes, I see many things hidden, umm, no doubt courage and bravery, talented also, better be...GRYFFINDOR!'
Everyone from the Gryffindor table cheered for Sean as he walks towards them and took a seat next to Harry. After the sorting, Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Now as I understand, many of you are as eager as Mr. Weasley (he turned to Ron's direction) to begin the feast."
Ron was blushing at the mention of his name.
"Now before I waste anymore time, I say, eat up!"
Not a second later, a glamorous meal was right before them. Ron started eating anything that he could get his hands on. On the other hand, Harry was looking at the direction of the staff table. He saw Hagrid, who looked up and smiled at him. Then he saw that there was an empty seat.
"Hey Hermione, you don't think that we won't have a DADA class this year, do you?" asked Harry.
Hermione for once was busy eating but she looked up at Harry.
"Huh? Why do you ask?" said Hermione.
"Well, I don't see any new face on the staff table," said Harry.
"Oh Harry, you worry too much. No wonder Snuffles called you his never-stop-worrying-godson..." said Hermione.
"Hey, who told you about that? Oh, never mind," said Harry.
"Besides Harry, Dumbledore will probably tell us about it after the feast," said Hermione.
"Yeah Harry, eat now, worry later," said Sean. "I tell you, Ron would've told you the same thing if he wasn't busy stuffing himself full of food!"
Harry laughed and agreed. He started to eat like everyone else but was interrupted by screaming that seems to be coming from the Slytherin's table. Apparently, Peeves has broken into the great hall with eggs in his hands. He was throwing eggs at the students in the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson was the one that screamed because at the moment, Peeves threw an egg and it hit her eye.
She was screaming, "My eye, my eye, somebody help! I think I've gone blind!"
Everyone else in the great hall was laughing hysterically while Mr. Filch was yelling at Peeves. Luckily, the Bloody Barron came and stopped Peeves from causing further damage. Dumbledore snapped his hands and cleaned up the mess and the feast continued. Once the feast was over, the plates were cleaned and returned to its original sparkling and spotless state.
"Now that everyone's stomach are full and stuffed, I have a few things I want to announce before you begin heading towards your common room. As you all know, last year's tragic events were hard on many of us, now I hope to say that this year nothing of that sort will happen again," said Dumbledore.
At this, many people sadden at the thought of last year's event except of course the Slytherins.
"On another note, our Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor couldn't make it to the start-of-the-term feast today but he will be here tomorrow for the first day of class. Now that it's all said and done, I believe you sleepy heads," Dumbledore chuckled at his own words, "need to get some sleep because I don't want to see anyone with dark circles around their eyes or falling asleep on the first day of classes!" said Dumbledore.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sean joined the Gryffindors and walked up on the marble staircase heading towards the Gryffindor common room. As they were walking up the staircase . . .
"Wait, wait!" said Fred and George.
They waited for them and began walking again while Fred and George were talking.
"Did you guys see Malfoy?" asked George.
"No, what happened to him? Got hit in the face by an egg too?" asked Ron.
"No, even better, you should have seen his face when Peeves scored a double, one down his front and one on his arse!" said Fred.
"What!" said Harry.
"Did I stutter?" asked Fred.
"Oh bloody hell, I can't believe we missed that!" said Ron.
"He looked like he pissed down his front," said George, trying to hold back laughter.
Once they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Fred said, "Dragon blood."
The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryffindor common room. After they entered the common room, Harry and Ron couldn't take it anymore and started rolling on the floor clutching their stomach and laughing hysterically. Hermione looked at Sean who seems very mature since he was not rolling on the floor and laughing hysterically. Instead, he looked like he was about to cry. A second later, he too fell on the floor laughing hysterically.
"Boys, I don't think I'll ever understand them," Hermione muttered.
"Well, we'll be off to bed now," said George.
"This early? That's a first," said Harry, who finally stopped laughing.
"Hmm, something's up. They're not acting like themselves," said Ron.
"I - I - I think s-so too," said Harry between yawns.
"Let's go to sleep. I can't stay awake much longer," said Sean.
Just when they were about to head up the stairs to the boy's dormitories, someone came through the portrait hole.
"Who's he? He's a mess!" said Sean.
"He's Neville Longbottom. Mind you, he is very forgetful and clumsy," said Ron.
Neville was covered in eggs from head to toe. He doesn't look happy at all (of course) or smell good for that matter. He wasn't just covered in eggs, he was covered with what seem to be rotten eggs by the smell of it.
"Whoa, what happened Neville?" asked Harry.
"Umm, I slipped...on rotten eggs that was all over the floor in the Great Hall," said Neville.
"Why? Wasn't it just at the Slytherin's table? Besides, I thought that Dumbledore cleaned it up already," said Ron.
"Well, Peeves came back after the Bloody Barron left and he brought more eggs to throw at everyone that was still there who were trying to get back to their dormitories. I was going to leave when I slipped face first on the floor then when I try to get back up, I slipped...again," explained Neville.
"Neville, why don't you go and get yourself cleaned up before you go to bed," suggested Harry.
"Ok," was all Neville could say.
"Well, I'm sure glad we left the Great Hall earlier. Let's get to sleep now," said Ron
"Yeah, I-I've be-been wa-waiting since forever," said Sean.
They put on their pajamas, climbed into their four-poster bed and fell asleep the instant their heads touched the pillow.