Chapter 6 First Night Back

As the First years assembled by the entrance of the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy approached Harry followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle.

"So, its true, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Draco stated looking at Harry. All chatter stopped, everyone listening intently to Malfoy and Harry's conversation.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," looking like exactly what they were, thickheaded muscle. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Harry snorted, he would never be friends with Malfoy, he was a complete prat, even after Harry had saved his life. Ron snorted as well, Malfoy ignored Harry's but being the prat he was decided he probably could beat Ron in a fight, and decided he would make a fool of him.

Turning to Ron he said, "Think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told my all the Weasleys have red hair freckles, and more children than they can afford."

"Or perhaps they care for each other, and stand by their friends side no matter what, they don't switch sides every time they sense the slightest personal gain of power. They love each other, not just pretend to love a son that is an arrogant prat just like his father." Harry said in a low voice, channeling all the hate he had towards the young Malfoy, looking absolutely terrifying to everyone around him.

"How dare you insult my father!" Malfoy said angrily, raising his wand.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall said reproachfully, "How dare you raise your wand on a fellow student! And not even before you are sorted, a poor choice let me assure you. Once you are sorted we will be discussing some major repercussions for your actions."

"Yes ma'am," Malfoy said very abashed.

"Now, shortly you will be sorted into your houses-" At this point Harry tuned her out he knew all about the houses, he had been head of one, he had given that same speech himself more times he could count.

"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall said, "and follow me."

Harry wasn't near as nervous as he had been the first time around, he walked in and waited for his turn, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Lavender were all sorted into Gryffindor, as well as the others.

"Potter, Harry" McGonagall called out.

The whispering increased drastically, but Harry ignored it, walking up to the stool, sat down as the sorting hat was placed on his head.

"Well, well what have we here, it seems to me, that I have already placed you, yet, I have never touched your mind before, interesting quite interesting. Lots of courage, not a bad mind and a will to prove yourself."

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin," Harry chanted in his head.

"Not Slytherin eh? You could be great you know, it's all here in your head. Very well. GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat shouting the last word, Harry stood, incredibly relieved. Harry walked to the ever so familiar table, a smile spreading across his face as the twins were shouting "We Got Potter!" Over and over, and everyone cheering loudly. Pounding him on the back when he reached the table.

Ron and Dean Thomas were sorted into Gryffindor, and Blaise Zambini into Slytherin.

Professor Dumbledore stood, effectively silencing the hall. "Some beginning of the year reminders for some, new rules for others. The Forbidden forest is off limits to all," he said casting a glance in the twins' direction. "Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor is off limits to all, unless you wish to die a most painful death."

"What do you suppose is in there?" Harry asked Ron.

"A big ass dog." Said Ron jokingly; having no clue how close he really was to the truth.

"Now off to bed, pip pip."

Harry, Ron and Hermione exited together, banned together by their, for Ron and Hermione, horrific experience. They talked about what they thought they thought they would be learning, what their plans were, how their summer was, Harry stayed mostly quiet during that part, and what happened on the train.

When they arrived at the common room, Harry was hit with a powerful feeling of loneliness, and overpowering love, it enveloped him and made him warm to his very core, the same feeling he felt after Ginny and he made love, one of happiness and being complete. He walked up to his four-poster bed and fell asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, dreaming of one thing, Ginny.

Switch

Ginny Weasley sat on her bed brushing her hair after a hot shower, loving the feeling of the brush going through her hair. Just as she finished, Arthur Weasley came in.

"Going to bed, pumpkin?" He asked his daughter sweetly.

"After you tell me a story." She replied like every night.

"Alright, what shall it be tonight? A knight in shining armor defeating a dragon? The last Quidditch world cup?" which had just been quite recently.

"No," Ginny said adamantly, "Harry Potter."

"What about him?"

"The night he killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"Well it all started when-" Arthur told is only daughter, telling her the fantastical tale.

Ginny listened, feeling sorry for the boy she didn't even know, not knowing that she had met him that very morning. She wished he could have a happy life, and not have to live without his parents, to have someone to love him. She could love him she thought, a warm feeling enveloping her as she thought this, all the way down to the tips of her toes, feeling overpowering love for a boy she had hardly met. She drifted off to sleep, believing she was dreaming about a possible future, but in reality, it was Harry's memories of her and Harry that they were both watching, hundreds of miles apart, oblivious to the other.

I got this up faster, i hope you like it and had a good holiday, submit your Marauder name for Harry. As always please review. JediEmperor5