I have to tell you something that is very annoying. You see, I'm in my last year at school, and to get into the next school that i want, i have to have very good grades. Let's just say that their not so good any more. I get easily distracted, so it doesn't help that I've become friends with the class clown. We have fun though, so i don't really care all that much. But, others do, so i have to focus a little more on my school work. And I have exams coming up. I think I have three next week or something, so I'm going to be busy.
I have a plan though! I'll wright in the middle of the night instead, so I'll just sleep less and write more. My family doens't exacly know that i write fan fictions. They just think I'm weird and sit in my room alone when I'm home. So I can't say that I have to update for you guys. I'll try to make it work, and update as fast as I can every time. Promise! R&R! (No Flames, please)
Harry rolled his eyes at all the silent students and started walking forwards. Lupin, or Professor Lupin, started walking after him. As soon as they were two feet into the Hall, everyone started whispering again. Some of the younger ones even started to point at his wings.
Professor McGonagall stood in front of the teachers table with a four-legged stool. There was a pointed wizarding hat, which looked ragged and old, patched and frayed. It was moving slightly where it sat on the stool, as if observing all the students in the hall, even thought it didn't have any eyes.
"Harry I am telling you, let the hat choose. You can get Peter another way." Remus whispered when they were almost there. Harry was about to reply, but was cut off by a rather tall gangly red head, who had a lot of pimples in his face. He puffed his skinny chest out slightly, and Harry was almost blinded by the shiny badge attached to his robe. Harry noticed that he'd stood up from the red table. A Gryffindor, then.
The tall gangly boy stuck his hand out.
"Hello, my name is Percy Weasely. Head Boy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you have any trouble, Mr. Potter, just come to me." He said obnoxiously. The whole hall went silent, and everyone waited to see what happened. Harry hadn't taken his hand yet, and he wasn't planning on it ether. This guy was more snobbish then a Hippogriff.
"You talk funny." Harry said, and continued to walk down the isle. Lupin had walked the rest of the way, and was sitting beside a very sour Snape. Harry didn't see Percy's face, but he could hear his angry grumbling over all the snickering and giggles.
McGonagall, however, did not look amused. Her mouth was in a thin line, and her back stood stiff.
"Harry!" Someone hissed from the teacher's table. Harry turned around and saw Lupin.
"Behave." He mouthed. Harry only rolled his eyes.
"Sit down on the stool, Mr. Potter." McGonagall said, lifting the hat up from its position. Harry noticed that Dumbledore looked very interested in the sorting. He was even leaning forward a little.
Harry unfolded his wings, so that they would stretch out enough for him to sit down. Once his bum touched the stool, he tucked them back in, a little self-consciously. Everyone was staring at him, and it was a bit unnerving. He did know his own history now, and he did know that he was famous. He just couldn't get his mind around it.
Harry felt the hat being placed on his head, and it sank down in front of his eyes.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, I thought I would see you two years ago, you were on the list, my boy, yes. Had a good time I presume? Yes, well. Where to put you, hmm. You do have a very smart brain I see, lots of talent, Ravenclaw could use you, yes, you would do good there with your brains and wit, but no, your to much like your mother, yes, Ms. Even. Not Ravenclaw you say? No? well, definitely not Hufflepuff, I can see that much. You do have loyalty though, very loyal, but your not nice enough to get to Hufflepuff, no. What about Slytherin? They could make you big, get you famous and help you to your goals. Not interested in fame you say, interesting, very noble. But you aren't very noble, are you Mr. Potter? No, you've done your fare share of bad things at such a young age.
"Your brave, yes, I can see lots of bravery. Bravery at the edge of becoming foolish. Maybe even too brave to be a Slytherin? Your daring too I see. Hmm, but where to put you? I see your intensions on going to Gryffindor, Mr. Potter. You'll find loyal friends there, I see you seek them out. Yes, good friends in Gryffindor, but they can't help you to the top." The Sorting Hat ranted on. Harry couldn't hear anything other then the hat, and he was sure he'd been sitting there for at least ten minuets.
"I don't want to go to the top." Harry thought back with a frown.
"No? I can see you have no interest for fame, or the fame you already possess. It really is only between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Hmm, yes, well, since you must…GRYFFINDOR!" The hat roared, and McGonagall took the hat of off him. The whole Hall broke into huge cheers, which were coming from the Gryffindor's.
Harry was surprised that the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table looked disappointed, but they were cheering and clapping non the less. The Slytherin's looked impatient and rolled their eyes as Harry walked down to the red table. A lot of hands were stuck into his face as he sat down at the end of the table.
"Hey Harry, come sit with us!" Two identical voices yelled over all the noise. Harry looked behind himself and saw the twins standing there with two huge smiles on their faces. Harry smiled as well and stood up, following them down the table to where the twins were sitting.
There was still a lot of girls sitting around them, giggling and blinking their eyelashes at the twins, flipping their hair around. There was also a lot of children his own age around the table.
"Everyone this is Harry-
"Harry, this is everyone." George finished. Harry gave a small smile and looked at everyone who were smiling and waving at him.
"I'm Hermione Granger, I'm a third year as well." Said the bushy brown haired girl sitting in front of him. She stuck her hand out for him to shake, and Harry took it, smiling at her.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry, as the twins told you." He answered her. He felt someone nudge him in the side, and looked to his right where Fred was sitting.
"I have a crush on her, mate, so don't get any ideas, alright?" Fred said seriously. More serious then Harry had seen him before anyway. He put both of his hands up in surrender.
"Hey, I just met the girl. I'm only being friendly. She's yours." Harry said, lowering his hands again. Hermione was blushing like crazy, obviously heard the whole thing. She grabbed Harry's hand though, when he lowered it.
"That's an interesting Tattoo." She observed, tracing the circle with her index finger. Harry took his hand back quickly and put it in his lap.
"I have a lot of interesting Tattoos." He replied with a shrug. No need to let them know that he was born with this one though. That was really the reason for all the tattoo's in the first place. Jack had suggested that he took some so the one in his hand didn't look so suspicious. But after taking four tattoo's Harry found out that he really liked them and got more over the years.
"I know that. I saw you when Snape brought you in here…it just looked familiar." She said. They stopped talking for a while when the food came on the table. Harry stared at it in awe. He'd never seen that much food in his life. And it just came out of nowhere! He followed the others lead and piled his plate high, but he couldn't top off the twins.
"Hermione, it's a circle, of course it looks familiar." A sour voice grumbled from her left side. She closed her eyes and breather in one calming breath, before opening them again and glaring down at her food. She stabbed her vegetables a little more viciously then necessary.
"I can see that, Ronald. But it was a different kind of circle." She answered calmly, controlling her voice. Harry glanced over at the 'Ronald', and found Ron.
"Hey, your that kid with the bloody nose and skin that changed color. I have to meet your sister, what's her name?" Harry asked, him. Ron only scowled, and the tips of his ears turned red. Harry wasn't really interested in meeting her, he just wanted to embarrass Ron. But it was impressive, Harry had to admit.
"Ginny Weasely, she's in a grade under us." Hermione answered when Ron didn't. Harry nodded his head in understanding, taking a sip of the delicious pumpkin juice She glanced up at Fred and blushed, looking down at her food again.
"Harry, could I ask you a question without you getting angry with me?" Hermione asked after a few minuets of silent eating. At least for them. Everyone else at the table where shooting curious looks at Harry, whispering and giggling. Harry ignored them and continued to eat, but stopped when Hermione asked him.
Ron snorted into his food, which looked more like he was inhaling than chewing. Harry usually ate from a dumpster, and even he had more table manners then Ron did.
"Of course you would start with the questioning." He mumbled, loud enough for everyone around them to hear. A shy plump boy with big ears who sat on Hermione's other side looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't have to guts to do it.
"I promise I won't get angry, but I'm not promising you an answer ether." Harry said with a kind smile, shooting Ron a dirty look.
"Leave Hermione alone, Ron." George said, without a hint of humour in his voice. Hermione gave him a grateful smile.
"I was wondering how, how you got your wings?" She asked in a rush. That wasn't such a bad question.
"I was born with them." Harry answered, taking another bite of mashed potato. He noticed that people where leaning in their direction, trying to listen to their conversation. Hermione gave him a kind smile, satisfied with the answer.
"I knew that." Ron said loudly, butting in.
"Yes, I told you that when you were blue in the face and had a bloody nose." Harry answered him. Hermione snorted into her drink, and the shy boy beside her bowed his head to hide his laughter. Fred and George were both grinning from ear to ear. Ron glared at him and his ears turned red, along with his face.
"Mr. Potter! I forgot to ask you, where is your uniform?" Professor McGonagall asked, tapping him on the shoulder. Harry gave a nervous laugh and bit his piercing.
"I, uh…sort of…threw it out the window." Harry said, giving another nervous laugh. Harry had been in fights where there were three against one, where everyone was bigger then him, and he had only felt concerned. But with one look McGonagall could make him feel like a scared little school boy. He had a feeling she wouldn't be satisfied with the answer. He wasn't disappointed.
"You, you threw it out the window? Why would you throw clothes out the window?" She asked sharply in an appalled voice. Harry cringed, while Fred and George where shaking with silent laughter.
"It looked like a dress!" He said, exasperated. It was a wonder he was the only one who could see that.
"Mr. Potter. The uniform is muggle like pants, a muggle like shirt, and muggle like shoes. The only thing that could even resemble a dress, is the robe. It's only a few hours of the day and then you can go back to your own clothes." She answered him in the same tone he used with her.
"Do I have to wear the robe?" He asked, and could of smacked himself for asking. Her nostrils flared and her hands balled into fists.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, you must. Professor Lupin will take you to Diagon Ally tomorrow to get your school things. You'll start classes on Monday so you have Friday off. That should be more then enough time to get settled into your dorm." She said, her lips in a thin line. She marched back up to the teacher's table and said something to Lupin, and then sat back down in her own seat.
"Harry! You threw your uniform out the window? That's against school rules." Hermione said in a worried voice, like it was one of the world's biggest sins. Harry raised his eyebrows at her.
"And…?" He trailed off. Sure he could see that it was wrong to throw it out, but it wasn't the end of the world. She gave him a horrified look.
"Harry you can't just throw things out of windows like that! Its against the rules, you could loose us house points, or worse, get detention." She said with a scared look in her eye.
"Hermione relax! You've been to detention with me, and that wasn't so bad. And you've lost a few house points yourself." Fred told her with a smirk, which made her blush. She didn't say anything back, but Harry could see that she was smiling down at her plate.
"Hi." A quiet voice came from across the table.
"M- My name is N-Neville Longbottom. I'm in y-your class too." He said with a shy smile.
"Nice to meet you Neville." Harry said with a kind smile. Hermione was looking at him again with the same questioning look in her eye.
"Just ask the bloody question, Hermione. I'm not going to be mad at you, relax. I don't like being mad." He told her with a smile. She smiled back hesitantly.
"Well, I was wondering about you, actually. I mean, it doesn't say in any of the books I've read about you having wings. And what happened to them? I noticed that there were some scars on them…" She trailed off uncertainly. It looked like she wanted to ask something else, and Harry had a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was about the Dursley's. He was grateful that she didn't ask though.
"Their full of scars after training them. At first you could just throw a pencil at it and it would go right through. But now it take's huge rocks and a lot of force to break the skin." Harry said with a shrug. He was almost grateful towards Hermione. Everyone around them where trying to listen in on the conversation, which meant that Harry didn't have to say this more then once. Which suited him just fine.
"Why, what was wrong with them before?" Ron asked, butting in again. Harry sent him a glare, which made him shrink back a little.
"Next question." He grumbled. He didn't feel like thinking about it now. He didn't want to think about the Dursley's at all. Hermione looked a little surprised, but again, she used tact and didn't question it.
"Okay…when did you get your first tattoo?" She asked, taking another bite of her food.
"When I was about…eight or nine, I think." It was a little fuzzy. He couldn't really remember the first one that much. He knew it was on his shoulder though, with a Celtic design.
"That young?!" Hermione asked, appalled. She had dropped her fork and was staring at Harry, shocked.
"Wicked." The twins said together, glancing over at each other, obviously planning something. Harry only shrugged. Before Hermione could ask him anything else, the food disappeared and mouth watering desert filled the table. Harry almost regretted eating so much food. He'd never had cake before, or pie, or ice cream…With a pang he wondered if his family was getting the same food as he was. Even John, who now hated him.
"Where have you been the last seven years?" A boy around twelve asked. Harry stiffened slightly, but then eased up again. He didn't have to tell them anything, did he? He was the one with the information, and no one could make him say anything.
But wasn't it obvious that he'd been in London? Lupin told him that it was all over the newspapers. Harry wondered for a moment just how much the rest of the school knew.
"Colin! You can't ask him that, its too personal." Hermione scolded. Harry shot her a grateful look.
"Why?" He asked, confused. It may have sounded like an innocent question, but it would only lead to more complicated ones.
"Because its non of your bloody business, alright? I'm not asking about your life story, now am I?" Harry snapped, irritated. The questions had all made him think about the Dursley's, which got him to think about bad memories.
He could see Vernon's grinning face as he smashed the belt buckle into his face.
Dudley's ugly face as he threw a whole box of needles on him and into the cupboard, slamming the door shut so he couldn't see where they where.
Petunias crazy eyes right before she would beat him with the frying pan for no reason at all…
"You alright, mate?" George asked him, laying a careful hand at his shoulder. Harry jumped at the contact and snapped out of his little trance.
"He's a bloody lunatic…" Ron whispered to a black boy sitting beside him. The boy smiled hesitantly, but didn't answer him. Hermione gave him a concerned look.
"Are all the questions bothering you, Harry? Because I can stop-" She started, but Harry cut her off before she could finish.
"No, its fine. I don't really mind your questions, they were okay- I just don't want it to get to personal. I'm fine talking about the wings and stuff, so just ask, don't worry about it." Harry told her with a half hearted smile. She smiled back at him.
"Okay, well, can you fly?" She asked, taking a bite of her ice cream. Harry had taken a little bit of everything, curious about how it tasted.
"No." He answered, shaking his head. She look surprised, and then her whole face lit up. He could hear Fred sigh beside him, and saw that he was staring at Hermione with a dreamy sort of look on his face. Harry turned away, slightly disturbed.
"Ginny is really good with Magical creatures. She once taught an owl to fly. Maybe she could help you?" Harry started laughing. She looked confused.
"Are you serious? Did you know that owls are one of the most stupid animals on the planet? They're practically brain dead. The only way they survive is on pure instinct and nothing more." He said, snickering.
"Not magical owls mate. Muggle animals tend to be rather stupid, but not the magical kind. That's how we send post in the magical world you know, through owls." Fred told him, snapping out of his Hermione staring. I'll have to talk to one before I decide on that one, Harry thought to himself. He only smiled and nodded, shoveling his mouth full of pie to have an excuse not to talk.
"But are you interested Harry? I'm sure she could teach you. She probably wouldn't mind." Hermione pressed, an eager smile on her face.
"Maybe. If you talk to her and everything is fine with her, then maybe. I'll have to think about it." He told her. Her smile faltered a little, but she shrugged and went back to eating. Harry was secretly happy though. Maybe Ginny could teach him how to fly…and if she couldn't, he could always ask a Hippogriff.
"So Harry, what do you usually do for fun?" George asked him absently, determent to keep the conversation going. Work, was the first word that popped into his head. Harry actually enjoyed working for the family. Sure, he knew it was wrong to steal, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. And he liked searching in dumpsters, because there was always something interesting in them. And he loved the city. To walk around in the park, to do 'people watching' with Tiny.
"Hmm, play with my dog Tiny and Fay." Harry answered, shrugging.
"You mean you don't play any sort of sports?" Fred asked, shocked.
"Who's Fay?" Hermione asked, getting back into the conversation.
"My little sister." Harry answered. She raised her eyebrows and bit her lower lip.
"Your parents are dead, how can you have a little sister?" Ron asked. Hermione's head whipped around, sending some of her bushy curls into his face.
"Ronald! Stop being mean! That's non of your business." She snapped, glaring at him. Ron looked a little surprised, and then angry.
"Oh come on Hermione, you know its true! And your just as curious as I am about where Potter's been all these years. Why won't you tell us, Potter? We all know you ran away from home. Where did you-" Ron had started to taunt him, and most of the hall went silent when they saw a possibility of a fight. But everyone seemed very, very surprised when Ron was cut off by Hermione punching him in the face.
"Ronald Weasely you shut your mouth!" She yelled into the silent hall, and then cupped her hands in front of her face, her eyes wide with shock.
"Nice punch." Fred commented her, and it sounded like he yelled it into the silent hall. She lowered her hands from her mouth, and stared at Ron, who was clutching his nose, moaning.
"That felt good." She said, and then slapped her hands over her mouth again.
"What am I saying?" She said more to herself then anyone else. Harry looked up at the teachers table. Every single one of them were looking at Hermione with shock. Well, everyone but Snape. He sneered, and Harry was disgusted to see that he had a bit of spinach left in his teeth.
All the desert disappeared and the students broke out into whispers again. Harry was glad that the attention was now on a beat red Hermione instead of him, but he still felt bad on her behalf.
"Don't worry about it, its always a little shocking the first time you punch someone. The next few times isn't so bad." Harry said in what he thought was a reassuring voice, but Hermione only looked even more horrified at the prospect of punching someone more then once.
"Well, This has been a very eventful day, and I hope that all of you will be nice to our newest student when he starts here fully. Off to your Common Rooms with you, and no wandering the halls. Ms. Granger, a word please." Dumbledore said, dismissing the students. Hermione gave a terrified little squeak and rushed over to the teachers table.
Dumbledore told her a few words and patted her on the shoulder. She turned around and walked back over to the twins, who was waiting for her, along with Harry, who wanted a word with Lupin.
"He, he said that, the next time, I should punch someone with my other hand…He only took five points." She said, sitting down on one of the almost empty benches. People were staring at Harry, and lingering in the doorway to the Great Hall.
"Come on now, you can see the famous boy later. No need to add more attention to his ego, I'm sure there is plenty enough there as it is." Snape sneered at the students as he ushered them out of the hall.
"Thanks, Hermione." Harry told her quietly when most of the students where out of the hall. The twins were still there.
"For what?" She asked, rubbing her knuckles subconsciously.
"For punching Ron and telling him off." Harry said, smiling. Fred slipped his arm around her waist and dragger her off the bench so she was standing next to him.
"I am so proud. Who knew you had it in you?" Fred teased, making her blush. She didn't pull away though, so Harry assumed she was fine with it.
"Are you coming, Harry?" George asked, and he noticed that Hermione and Fred had started walking towards the doors too.
"No, I have to talk to Professor Lupin about something, I'm sure he can show me the way back, thanks." Harry answered as politely as he could. He wasn't use to it, and it would definitely take some time getting use to. They nodded and walked out of the hall, laughing and talking.
"Well Harry, you got your wish." A quiet voice said from behind him. Harry turned around and saw Lupin still sitting at the teachers table.
"Yes, I know. I'm happy about my choice, so don't worry about it." Harry said quickly. Lupin nodded and stood up, walking around the table and down the small platform.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Lupin asked, sitting down on the bench. Harry sat down beside him, and Remus drew his wand, casting a spell around them. Harry gave him a questioning look.
"Silencing charm." Remus explained.
"I want to go with you and meet Sirius tonight." Remus shook his head.
"No, your not. It will look to suspicious if you disappear tonight. Besides, I wanted to talk to him about personal matters, between the two of us…" Remus trailed off. Harry nodded in understanding.
"But if you to talk about the plan, I want you to tell me everything. Don't hold anything back on me. I'm in this just as much as you are." Harry said sternly, earning a chuckle from Remus.
"Yes, I'll tell you everything, don't worry." There was a comfortable silence, where Harry looked around the Hall and all its pictures.
"You know, your mum and dad were in Gryffindor as well." Remus said suddenly.
"I don't want to talk about it." Harry said quickly, hoping that Remus would get the point.
"Why? Don't you want to know about your parents?" He asked, shocked. Harry shook his head.
"No." He answered.
"Why?" Remus repeated, in the same shocked voice.
"I don't want to talk about that ether. Can you show me the way to the Gryffindor Common Room?" Harry asked, cursing himself for not going with the twins and Hermione.
"Alright…" Remus said slowly and uncertainly. They walked up many flights of stairs in silence, and this time it wasn't so pleasant. They stopped in front of a portrait of a very fat lady in a pink dress.
"This, Harry, is the Fat Lady. You give her the password, and she'll let you into the Common Room. Don't tell anyone from the other houses the password, or which Portrait is the entrance."
"Password?" The woman asked, looking down at them from the wall.
"Fortuna Major." Remus said.
"Goodnight Harry. I'll see you in the morning." And with that, he turned and walked down the moving staircases. Harry tucked his wings in before he jumped into the little hole.
People were talking and playing chess, some listened to music. Harry walked in and sat down in a chair by the fire. Hermione walked over to him quickly, and sat down in the chair beside him.
"Hello Harry." She said pleasantly, a book in her arms. Harry smiled back at her, and looked into the flames again. He wondered when he would be able to use his powers again. It was like an itchy feeling all over his body, like the flames were begging him to be let out. He wasn't use to not using them for a whole day.
"Do you want me to show you your room? I'm sure your stuff is brought up their already." Hermione said, tugging at his arm. He followed after her up the stone steps and into a room with the nr 3 on it.
There was one dirty little box, sitting at the end of his bed, and a back pack made for children around the age of six…it was the same one he'd stolen from Dudley. He'd kept it as a reminder of how his life was before, and how good he had it now. It was sort of like self tormenting.
"Where's your clothes? And the rest of your stuff?" Hermione asked bewildered. She started looking under his bed.
"Hermione, stop. This is my stuff. This is everything I own." Harry said with a smile. It wasn't much, but it was his. She gasped slightly.
"Oh Harry I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." She said quickly, shuffling her feet.
"Its alright Hermione. I don't know why your apologizing, I love my stuff." Harry said. He sat down on his bed and emptied the content on the middle of it. Hermione sat down at the bottom, hesitantly.
"This was my first toy." Harry told her with a smile, handing her a broken yo-yo. It was purple, and a little part of it was missing. Hermione took it carefully, and looked at it. Harry had a lot of buttons, and bottle caps, and a few strings. Different things he'd found when he was little and up to his birthday. Harry spotted the bullet. It still had some blood on it.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, laying the yo-yo carefully down on the bed and picking up the bullet. Harry just shrugged.
"I thought you meant shot with a spell…not a gun…that's why you were limping, wasn't it?" Hermione asked, linking everything together.
"Your observant. Yes, that was why I was limping. I didn't know witches and wizards knew about guns." Harry said, trying to change the topic.
"Oh, I'm muggle born. It means that both of my parents are muggles." She explained.
"Did you go to the hospital to get the bullet removed? They normally just throw them out." She said quickly, not letting him get away with changing the subject.
"Crystal, she's sort of like my mum, she took it out with a teaspoon." Harry said, shrugging. He could still remember it clearly, but he wasn't going to show weakness in front of anyone. Hermione gasped.
"Without sedation?" She whispered. Harry nodded. Before she could say anything else, the other boys came in to the room, ready for bed.
"I have to go meet Fred, I'll talk to you later Harry. Goodnight." Hermione said in a rush, hopping of the bed quickly. Harry hoped he hadn't scared her, because he liked her company.
He started putting everything back into his box, and he laid it beside his pillow. Ron glared at him from across the room, and Harry ignored him. Neville mumbled a night, and everyone went to sleep.
I hope you guys don't hate me for putting him in Gryffindor. But I thought it fit with him. He might be sneaky, but he's still too nice to be a slytherin. Even with his violent personality. And no, Lupin and Sirius are not dating. Their both straight. I love Tonks/Lupin too much to make ether of them gay P (Not that I mind gay people, have many gay friends, Relax!)
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