Harry was really enjoying having all of this food to eat. His family back in Amity Park was huge with Danny and Jazz and their parents and Sam and Tucker coming over all the time, it meant there wasn't really enough food to go around all of the time. Not to mention that Uncle Jack loved having more than one serving at once. Ron, who was sat across from him, also seemed to be enjoying the large amount of food. Actually most of the Weasleys seemed to be digging in quite heartily. Percy, however, wasn't.
A flash from the Slytherin table caught Harry's eye and he saw Cathy was messing with the blonde boy- Draco Malfoy.
Meanwhile, at the teachers table, the Wizard was watching both of his sons quite closely. The half-blood girl, Harry's relative somehow... she was messing with Drake. It looked friendly, he hoped it was friendly. If she hurt him-
Well, it didn't take him long to get over the fact his son is a Malfoy now, did it?
At the other end of the table Snape and Quirrel were arguing about something. The Wizard wasn't sure but it sounded important. He watched Harry as he turned towards the teachers table and held his hand to his scar, cringing in pain. Harry spoke to one of the Weasley's near him, Percy?
The Wizard looked down the table and immediately became suspicious of Severus Snape. This was something he needed to bring up with the Doctor.
As for the Doctor, he was pacing around in the Hospital Wing, Rose was sat on a bed watching him. "If Harry and Draco are both here," He was saying. "Then something must be happening. Draco was supposed to go to Durmstrangs. You know, the wizarding school in Germany. Why did the Malfoy's decide to send him here? Maybe it was his idea? Maybe Narcissa didn't want to send her son out of country? That sounds more believable. But no, there must be something else going on here..."
"Doctor," Rose said. "What if it's just a coincidence?"
"The universe is rarely so lazy," Was the Doctor's only answer before he continued to rant on.
Harry had come to a similar conclusion about Snape's trustworthiness as his father had, after all, like father like son.
Draco was completely oblivious to the plots going on around him. He was happily digging into his food.
Then the feast was over and the prefects were instructed to lead the first years to their house dormitories.