Direct quote from Harry Potter and the philosophers stone.

Disclaimer : see chapter 2


He had trouble bringing his trunk onto the train and was about to give up and ask for help when someone picked up his trunk and brought it inside while another person was taking care of his owl cage. He looked up and for a moment he thought he saw double before he realised he was looking at a pair of twins.

"Hello there-" the left twin said.

"Little guy, we saw-" right went further.

"That you had some trouble-" left.

"And figured we should help-" right.

"The name's Gred-" left.

"And I'm Forge." Right.

"Uhm..."

"Just kidding!" They said together. "Fred and George, at your service."

They both had fiery red hair and at first sight it seemed as if they were identical in every way. But a closer look made evident that the right twin was a bit shorter than the left, not much, but it was something that told them apart, also their voices were slightly different. Now if only he knew who was whom.

"… I – I'm sorry but which one of you is Fred and which one is George?"

The two twins looked at each other, nodded and faced Zephyr again.

"We'll make you a deal-" Fred said.

"If you can figure out who is who-" no, that was Fred.

"Before the end of the year-" the right twin said.

"We'll tell you something sweet." They finished together.

Fred and George brought his stuff to an empty compartment and put it down.

"There! Now, enjoy your ride."

"Don't forget to put on your robes!"

And with that they left. Zephyr looked around the compartment and because the train wasn't riding yet, he decided to inspect the rest of the train.

He was about halfway down the train when he saw the black haired boy from before. He was in the company of another red haired boy of the same age who opened his mouth to say something. He knocked on the compartment door before stepping in. Both boys turned their heads to look at him. The redhead looked annoyed at being interrupted.

"Hello, you're the boy from Madam Malkin's, right?"

"…yeah, you were there with Malfoy."

"I was." He nodded. "Are you alright?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, at Madam Malkin's I noticed you were looking sad, so I wanted to know if you were alright." He watched as the boy's eyes went wide.

"Yeah, yes. I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"Great. What's your name?"

"I'm Harry" the black haired boy said.

"My name's Ron." Said the red haired boy.

"Zephyr." He told Ron and Harry and sat down. The train started to depart. King's cross disappeared and a green scenery could be seen from the windows.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out after turning to Harry.

Harry nodded.

"And have you really got – you know."

He pointed at Harry's forehead.

Harry pulled back his fringe to show a lightning scar. Ron stared.

"So that's where You-Know-Who— you know?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it."

"Nothing?" Said Ron eagerly. Zephyr frowned.

"Well, I remember a lot of green light. But nothing else."

"Wow." Said Ron.

"Wow? What's so great about that?" Zephyr asked. Harry nodded in agreement.

"You don't know? He's the saviour of the wizarding world!"

"He couldn't even have done anything, he was one year old when it happened. He was an infant. I understand why he's being called a saviour but still…" He trailed off, not knowing how to make his point clear.

"Exactly, and I don't even remember that night. I don't want to be famous. I'm just Harry." Said harry

"Alright, I understand." Said Ron.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?" Asked an old lady who was passing by, pushing a trolley filled with snacks.

"Yes." Said Harry and stepped out into the corridor. He came back with an armful of candy.

""No, thanks. I've got my mum's sandwiches."

"Nothing for me, as well. I've brought my own candy." Said Zephyr.

Ron looked miserable while eating his sandwich so Harry offered him some candy.

"What is that?" Asked both Harry and Zephyr.

"What? This? This is a chocolate frog card, they come with a collectible card." Ron explained

"Frog? Not an actual frog. Right?" Said Harry.

"No, its made of chocolate."

"How weird." Commented Zephyr.

"how so?" Asked Ron.

"well, I only learned I was a wizard this summer, so this is all new to me. I'm still not used to it."

"Yeah, me too. I didn't know I was a wizard until I got that letter." Harry said and Zephyr nodded

"Well, there are lots of kids who didn't know they were magic until this summer, so you're not alone."

"Got any pets?" Asked Harry.

"Yeah, an owl. You?"

"Owl. And you Ron?"

"… I, uhm. I have a pet rat, named him Scabbers." Said Ron.

"A rat? Why?" Asked Zephyr.

"My family couldn't afford another owl. So my brother Percy got the owl and I got a rat. I tried to turn him yellow last week but it didn't work, wanna see?" He asked. Zephyr and Harry nodded.

He got out his wand but before he could utter a spell a knock was heard and a bushy haired girl peeked inside asking,

"Have you seen a toad? Neville lost it." The three boys shook their heads 'no'.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then." The girl said and sat down.

Ron frowned, pointed his want at the rat and said,

Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.

Nothing happened, the rat stayed his original colour.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" Asked the girl. "I've tried a few spells back at home and they worked. I'm the only witch in my family, you see. So I was surprised when I got my letter. I've learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"

She said all this very fast.

"Hold up. You said you tried a few spells back at home." Said Zephyr.

""Yes, how else am I going to practice?"

"Underage wizards and witches are not allowed to do magic outside of school."

"Really?" She frowned. "None of the books said anything about that."

"My dad told me, so I could only read and practice wand movements, not the actual spell, during summer."

"Well, nothing happened, so your dad probably was wrong."

"No, he wasn't. My dad isn't wrong about that sort of thing."

"There's a first time for everything.' She said. Zephyr scoffed and turned towards the window.

"Hello, Ron Weasley." Said Ron, trying to diffuse a fight.

"Uhm. I'm Harry Potter." Said Harry.

"Are you really?" Asked Hermione. "I've read all about you."

"Really…" Harry said, a bit uncomfortable.

"Yes. Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad. Anyway I'd better go look for Neville's toad. Don't forget to change into your school robes."

And with that she left.

"So~ quidditch anyone?" Asked Ron

"What's that?" Asked Harry, which prompted Ron to explain everything there was to know about quidditch.

The door slid open but instead of the trolley lady or Hermione, Draco stepped in.

"Draco, hi!" Greeted Zephyr

"Hello, Zephyr." He greeted back. "I heard Harry Potter was here. Is it true?"

"Yes, that's me. Are you friends with Zephyr?" Asked Harry.

"I am. My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron tried to muffle a snicker but Zephyr had heard it.

"What's so funny about his name?" He asked.

"Yes, enlighten us Weasel."

"Please everyone knows who you are, you git. You're only here to try to win over Harry to your side."

"My side?" Draco asked. Zephyr had stood up and was now next to Draco.

"Yes. With the Slytherins, your whole family is one and I have no doubt you'll be one as well."

"What's so wrong with being a Slytherin?" Asked Zephyr.

"They're all evil, slimy snakes and you should stay away from them."

"You had no problems talking to this 'evil, slimy snake' earlier, Ron." Said Zephyr while pointing to himself.

"What!" Exclaimed Ron. Harry was watching with a frown.

"Exactly. My family is Slytherin as well."

"I think it's best if you leave now." Said Ron.

"Fine." They turned to leave the compartment but before Zephyr stepped out he turned back.

"Harry, do you want to be friends?" He asked, stretching out his hand.


Hagrid had told him that all Slytherins were evil, when they were in Diagon alley but looking at Zephyr he honestly couldn't see why.

Zephyr was kind and quite smart and they had things in common, mainly that they were new to the wizarding world. But he was friends with Malfoy, who reminded him of Dudley.

There hasn't been one Slytherin who didn't turn bad.

Hagrid had said that and he was familiar with the school so he must know a lot about the different houses, right?

He looked at Ron, who had brothers in Gryffindor, they had experience with Slytherins. So Ron couldn't be wrong.

Zephyr was looking expectantly at Harry, still holding out his hand.

Harry made a decision and said,

"No, thanks."

"I see." Harry could see the hurt in Zephyr's eyes and felt bad but before he could apologise Zephyr had already stormed out of the compartment.

Malfoy watched as Zephyr left and then looked back at Harry and Ron.

"You better watch yourselves at hogwarts this year because you just made a lot of enemies." He threatened and then followed Zephyr.

"We're not afraid of you!" Yelled Ron after him.


"Slytherins aren't evil, are they?" Was the first thing Zephyr said to him after Draco sat down.

"We're not, others just think we are because You-Know-Who was in Slytherin." He explained. "Don't let what Potter said bother you, Zephyr."

"I won't." He said

Silence followed so Zephyr took out one of his books to read and Draco did the same.

A few hours later a girl with short black hair stepped inside their compartment.

"Drakey-poo, there you are." Zephyr snorted which brought the girl's attention to him.

"You must be Zephyr, I'm Pansy Parkinson," She introduced herself. "Draco, you were telling the truth, he really looks like professor Snape."

"Of course I was telling the truth! Pans, this is Zephyr Snape. Zephyr, this is Pansy."

"Don't call me Pans, Drake. Nice to meet you, Zephyr."

"Then don't call me Drakey-poo or Drake. Come sit down."

"Nice to meet you, Pansy." Zephyr said with a smile.

Pansy sat down and the three started talking about their summers. Soon Pansy left to put on her school robe and the boys did the same.

Outside from the window Zephyr could see the dark outline of a castle. The castle stood tall into the sky and looked almost surreal.

"Draco, I see hogwarts." He said while pointing at the castle.

"We must be there soon." Said Draco. "It's getting dark."

Half an hour later the train started slowing down and students were getting their trunks down. The sky had darkened a bit more and the moon had come out.

The train stopped at a place called Hogsmeade and all the passengers got out.

"First years! Over here! Come on!" Said the giant man they recognised from Diagon alley.

Draco, Pansy and Zephyr stayed back a bit. Older students left for Hogwarts by carriage and soon only first years remained. They followed a small path until they were standing in front of a big lake and at the shore small boats were waiting to be used. Hagrid told all of them to go in groups of four. The trio made their way to one of the boats and were joined by a nervous looking boy. As soon as everyone was in a boat, they started to move.

"Nervous?" Asked Zephyr. To which the boy nodded. "I'm worried that they made a mistake and I'll get send back."

"My dad told me magic chooses who's allowed to go to hogwarts. So there is no way they made a mistake. I'm sure you'll do fine." He said.

"Really?" The boy asked. Zephyr nodded.

"I'm Neville Longbottom." He introduced.

"Zephyr." He said.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson and that's Draco Malfoy." Said Pansy.

They had arrived at their destination and stepped out of the boats. Hogwarts looked even more amazing up close and he was sure the inside was even more so.

Hagrid walked towards the huge wooden doors atop the stone stairs and the students followed him.

"Everyone here?" He asked and then knocked on the giant door.


The door opened and a tall woman stepped out. Everyone walked after her the castle in.

"My name is Minerva Mcgonagall but you will address me as professor Mcgonagall." She said with a stern stare.

They stopped in front of another door which, she told us, led to the Great Hall. But before they were allowed to go in professor mcgonagall said,

"Boys and girls, welcome to Hogwarts. Before we go to the Great hall I have a few things to say. First, there will be no shenanigans. No pushing, no pulling, no yelling. Second, you will see a stool and a hat once we enter. I will call out names and when you hear your name you will come and sit on the stool and I will place the hat on you head. It will call out your House and you'l go sit with them. You cannot switch Houses, for the remainder of seven years your House will be like your family. Each House is assigned a Head of House and two prefects. If you have any questions or problems you can go to them. Understood?"

Everyone nodded after she finished her speech and, seeing the response she opened the large doors. Everyone in the Great Hall turned to look at the first years. They walked towards the back of the room towards the stool and hat.

The Great Hall was big and the ceiling was enchanted to look like the outside sky, his father had told him that. In the great hall were four tables plus a table for the teachers. The four tables were big enough to hold each member of their house. From left to right you had : Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Each house had their own banner hanging next to the big door, two on the left and two on the right.

The table for the teachers was at the back and he could see his dad sitting on the right side. He gave a small wave and got a tiny nod in return.

An old man with a long, grey beard was sitting in the seat at the middle of the table and smiled at he group of first years. That must be Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Candles were floating at the sides and…

"Draco, Draco!" He whispered. "Look, ghosts."

"What?" Draco said and looked wide eyed as a ghost drifted past them.

They followed the ghost with their eyes until it stopped and then looked at each other.

"Wow." They breathed.

"Boys." Pansy sighed.

They stopped when they were right in front of the hat. It opened its mouth and began to sing, the Hall listened silently.