The Plan, a Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, the right belongs to JFK and Warner Bros Entertainment.

Harry Potter is hated by his family, ignored by his relatives, and unknown to most of the world. However, Harry James Potter has a plan. A WBWL Story. No slash/

Chapter 3

"10 minutes until we reach Hogwarts," the Head Boy yelled. "Make sure your Hogwarts robes are on. Once again, 10 minutes!"

Harry and the rest of the compartment had been eating and talking for the past couple of hours; mostly about miscellaneous topics.

"Wow, already?" Daphne exclaimed. "It's been like, 10 minutes!"

"Yeah," Harry commented. "Should we wake them up?"

Harry was pointing toward Ron and Neville, who were both sleeping.

"Not yet," Daphne said, with a devious grin. "C'mon! Help me move them!"

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

Daphne didn't answer right away. Instead, she reached into her trunk and took out a camera, a magical one Harry suspected.

"Never you mind. Just take pictures when I tell you too."

Harry watched as Daphne moved both boys to a close embrace, their mouths almost touching. Daphne was straining from the effort, and she was motioning Harry to take a picture.

Not wanting to annoy Daphne, not too much at any rate, Harry did what she wanted, and with a flash, a picture was developed.

SBSBSBSBSB

Harry, Daphne, Neville and Ron walked out of the train, the latter two with mad faces.

"I hate you, Daphne," Ron said. "I really do!"

The flash from the camera had woken both of them up, much to the chagrin of Daphne, and they'd spent the last few minutes yelling at Harry and Daphne.

"Well," Daphne responded. "Maybe you shouldn't have fallen asleep on the train?"

"Yeah, but you didn't have to do … that!"

"Yes. Yes I did."

Ron sighed in exasperation.

"You know what? Just … forget about it."

Daphne hurrumphed and turned away.

"Uh," Harry interrupted. "Where are we supposed to g-"

"Firs'-years!" A loud and gravelly voice yelled. "Firs'-years over here!"

"Well, that answers that question." Ron said. "C'mon! Lets go!"

The quartet of soon-to-be students hurried over to a large man.

"No more than four to a boat." He said. "Hurry up! We don't have all day, ya know."

As the students all gathered in the boats, Harry heard the large man tell Daniel;

"You can sit by Draco, Daniel."

"But Hagrid?!" Daniel sputtered.

"Is there a problem?"

"N-No, Hagrid."

"Alright then, hurry up!"

Harry wondered why Daniel didn't want to sit by Draco, a ferret-like person with blond hair, but his musing was interrupted by a loud splash. Everyone's head swiveled to the last boat, where a student had fallen.

"HELP!" the student yelled. "I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Before he could continue, a large tentacle came up and carried him back to his boat.

"That," Hagrid said. "Is the giant squid."

After a few minutes discussing the event, a gasp was heard. In front of them was the biggest, most awe-inspiring, and as some people might say, the most awesome castle anyone had seen.

The castle was made of gray and black stone, with tiny amounts of quartz and alabaster mixed in. On the four corners of the castle were huge towers, which Harry guessed could serve as lookout towers. In the front of the castle was a huge gate, which was as tall as two humans, and there was a moat surrounding the castle.

As the students stood in front of the gate, the gate suddenly opened. In the silhouette of the door, stood a stern-looking woman with long, black hair.

"I will take the students now. Thank you, Hagrid" She said.

"Sure thing, Professor McGonagall. I'll be off now."

With that, Hagrid set out toward a small log cabin near a huge forest.

"Come on in," McGonagall said. "Wait in the main corridor. I have some things to take care of."

All the students stood together, some nervous, some not so much.

"Of course I'll be in Slytherin, the blond-haired boy called Draco said. "It'll be a crime if I don't; I'll probably drop out if I don't.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Daniel said. "Slytherin is for lying snobs like you. Gryffindor, however, are for the courageous and strong people."

Malfoy sneered back. "If that's what you think, then I fear for your-"

Before Malfoy could finish his statement, a girly shriek pierced the atmosphere. A group of ghosts had come through, and Harry guessed that some of the people had never seen ghosts before. Harry had seen a few ghosts back at Gordric's Hallow, but he had never talked to any of them.

The ghosts spared the group a scarce glance before they continued on their way. Only one ghost remained, an old looking ghost with a Hitler mustache.

"Greetings," he said. "I am Sir Nicholas de Minsy-Porpington. Good luck on your sorting, I say."

With that, he saluted them and hurried after the other ghosts.

"Huh," Neville said. "What do you think the Sorting is going to be like?"

"Well," Ron answered. "My brothers said that we would have to wrestle a troll, but I don't believe them."

Daphne snorted. "Why would you believe that? Trolls are nasty creatures, and their breath could probably kill you."

"Shut up!" a bushy-haired girl next to them whispered. "She's coming back!"

Daphne and Ron suddenly sat up in attention as Professor McGonagall came back through the hallway.

"Follow me."

Everyone obeyed and they'll followed her to a large hall, which Harry read was called the Great Hall. In front of the staff table, there was a stool, with a wide brimmed hat on it.

Everybody in the hall was looking expectantly at the hat, and suddenly, a mouth appeared on it and it sang:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a steady mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

"So we don't have to wrestle a troll," Ron said, obviously relieved.

"Shush. I will call you by your names," Professor McGonagall said. "When you hear your name, please come up to the stool and put the hat on."

The first person to be sorted was a pink faced girl with blond pigtails named Hannah Abott. Scarcely a minute had passed before the Hat yelled out; "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Before long, he heard McGonagall call out; "DAPHNE GREENGRASS!"

Smiling at Harry, she strutted up the Hat and gingerly put it on her head. Almost instantly, he heard the Hat call out; "GRYFFINDOR."

The table nearest to the Entrance Hall cheered, and Daphne walked there.

Neville was also sorted into Gryffindor, and soon enough, it was Harry's turn.

"HARRY POTTER!"

The Great Hall was suddenly filled with whispers.

"Harry? Is he Daniel Potter's brother?" was one of the many things he heard from the crowd, but he tuned them out and slowly walked to the Hat, and put it on his head.

"Hmm, interesting. You have the ambition to be in Slytherin, and more courage than most adult men have. You also have a great thirst for knowledge commonly found in Ravenclaw. In fact, the only house you don't belong in is Hufflepuff, and no one wants to be in there."

"I don't care what house I'm in," Harry thought. "I just want to be with my friends."

"Is that so? I guess you'll have to be in … GRYFFINDOR!"

Grinning weakly, he put the hat back down and walked toward the table he now belonged to.

Daniel was also sorted into Gryffindor, but he didn't mind, as Ron was later sorted into Gryffindor too, so all his friends were in the same house as him. He didn't listen to the rest of the Sorting, he was just too happy to concentrate.

In fact, it wasn't until Dumbledore stood up did he finally started to pay attention.

"Now that we're done with the Sorting, let us sing the Hogwarts Theme Song."

He and the other staff members stood up, and together, they started singing.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,

At this point, the staff motioned the students to start singing along.

Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling,
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.

Dumbledore conducted few final lines with his wand.

"As Merlin once said, Music is the Strongest Form of Magic. Anyways, let us not delay you from the food no longer. Nitwik! Blubberpuss! Enjoy your feast!"

Harry looked uncertainly at his friends.

"Is he … a bit mad?" Harry asked.

"My parents say that he's gotten a bit senile in his old age," Neville replied. "But he was, and still is one of the greatest wizards ever to grace the earth."

"If you say so…"

SBSBSBSBSB

"Come on!" the prefect scowled. "Follow me to the Gryffindor dormitory."

Dutifully, they'll followed him up what seemed like a couple miles. They walked up three staircases, went through 2 doors, and a handful of cramped passages. Finally, they reached a portrait.

"This is the Fat Lady everyone. She is the guardian of our Common Rooms and dormitory's, so please treat her nicely. The password is Fortitudo, and please remember it. Without it, you can't get into the common room.

Fortitudo!"

At once, the portrait swiveled and a large room was revealed.

"Boy dormitories are to the left, girls are to the right. Have a good night everybody."

Harry, Neville, Ron, and Daphne all set off toward their respective dormitories.

"We don't have classes yet," Ron commented. "Tommorow is for us to get used to this place."

"Shut up, Weasley." Daniel, who was standing next to them. "You don't know anything about this place."

Ron was getting a bit red in the face, so Harry laid a hand on his shoulder and led him to their dorms.

"I'm going to get him. Not today, not tomorrow, but someday." Ron steamed.

"Yes. Yes you will."

CHAPTER END

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