Apologies for the delay, the NHS is still ridiculously busy, but thank you very much for all your support so far, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

"Come on, Harry. One more time."

Harry sighed, but just the thought of making a mistake in front of Malfoy was enough to halt any complaints. He closed his eyes, and dredged up the facts Ron had spent the last twenty minutes beating into his brain.

"Muggle-borns are witches and wizards born to non-magical parents. Half-bloods have a Muggle parent or grandparent. And people whose grandparents all have magic are purebloods."

"But..." Ron prompted.

Harry screwed up his face. "But...the really crazy purists think that your blood is only pure if you don't have any Muggle blood in you at all." He opened his eyes to frown at Ron. "But how could they even know that?"

Ron shrugged. "They're really obsessive about keeping track of their lineage. My Great-Aunt Muriel is a bit like that, but she doesn't really hate Muggles like they do."

"She just thinks wizards are better."

Ron looked away, mouth twisting into a scowl. "There's a reason we visit as little as possible," he grumbled.

Harry winced. He knew what unpleasant aunts could be like. Ron continued to glare at the rug, and Harry leaned over to nudge him. "Thanks for this, Ron. I never would have made sense of it all by myself."

He had muddled through last night, but he knew the other Slytherins hadn't been fooled. Tracey and the other girls seemed nice enough, but Harry had had too much experience with bullies to give anyone ammunition.

Even if he still couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. It was small consolation that Ron didn't seem to either. He glanced back over, and found his friend's ears had gone red at the compliment.

"No problem," Ron mumbled. "We've got to stick together here."

Harry smiled. It was going to take more than a day to get used to the idea of someone wanting to help him. Some of the warmth faded though as he thought more carefully about the previous night.

"The others… They really believe all this stuff, don't they?"

Ron waggled a hand in the air. "Eh. Some more than others. Malfoy, definitely, but Tracey's a half-blood, like you, and Daphne doesn't seem to care. Guess we'll have to wait and see."

Harry nodded, but that only led to more questions. "Then why were they all being so nice to me?"

He hadn't wanted to question it, not after being hated all through primary school, but he was beginning to realise that he would need to be a lot more careful. Ron, though, was staring at him like he'd grown a second head, and Harry shifted in his chair.

"What?"

"Mate, you're the Boy-Who-Lived!" Ron spluttered. "Of course they weren't going to try to piss you off. Except Malfoy, but he's an idiot," he amended. At Harry's evident confusion, he ran a hand through his hair. "You don't get it. You-Know-Who, he's one of the most powerful Dark wizards to ever live. Everyone was terrified of him. We grew up hearing stories about how he fought a dozen Aurors at once and killed them all!"

Harry was growing more and more uncomfortable, but Ron didn't seem to notice. "And it wasn't Dumbledore who stopped him. It was you."

"But I didn't do anything," Harry protested. "I was just a baby."

"I know," said Ron quickly, "but, Harry, no-one knows anything about you. No-one knows how strong you are, or if you have special powers or something."

"But I don't!" Harry protested. "I didn't even know I had magic until a month ago!"

He had known things were bad, but he hadn't realised things were quite this extreme. Was this how everyone in the Wizarding world saw him? Even Ron when they first met had looked at him like he was someone special.

Ron's exuberance faded abruptly. He shifted in his chair, his expression suddenly uncertain. "I don't mean it in a bad way," he mumbled. "But that's how it is for us."

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it. He pushed aside his unease to think about that and swallowed. "So they're scared of me. And that's why they're being nice to me."

The words were bitter on his tongue. That was how people treated Dudley. Ron shook his head quickly. "No, not like that. They just don't know what to expect. They're being careful." He grinned suddenly. "And I bet none of their families would be pleased to hear they got on your bad side on the very first day of school."

Harry snorted, but he felt a bit better. He could understand them waiting to see what to make of him. He was doing the same thing really.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up to find Ron watching him rather warily. He cocked his head, and Ron sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise what it must be like."

"It's okay," said Harry quietly. "I think I understand now."

The wizarding world wasn't as different from the Muggle one as he had first thought. Harry didn't know if that was a good thing or not, but as he looked at Ron's worried expression he found himself breathing easier. Ron was on his side. He smiled, and relaxed even more when Ron returned it.

He wasn't a scared outcast hiding from his cousin and his friends any more. This world was full of things he didn't understand, but that was okay. He and Ron could figure it out together.

"Well, aren't you two up early?"

Both boys spun round to see Gemma Farley coming up the stairs from the girls' dormitories. She dropped into the armchair opposite and smiled at them. "How was your first night?"

"I slept like a log," Harry told her. "The bed is a lot nicer than my one at home."

"Good." She finished tying back her long blonde hair, and gave them both an appraising look. "Mo will be up in a few minutes, but do either of you have any questions for me?"

Harry shook his head. He had learned that lesson well enough at Privett Drive. Far better to try and work it out for himself, or else wait for someone else to ask the questions and then listen in. Ron, though, was nodding.

"I did have one," he said. "Say we had a problem with someone in our house, or they had one with us. Who should we talk to first?"

Farley sighed. "Good question. Shafiq or I would be your best bet under most circumstances." Her eye flickered to Harry before returning to Ron. "We're the newest and most junior Prefects, and that means that you first years are our responsibility. I promise that we'll do everything we can to help you out."

Harry relaxed slightly. If Snape really disliked him as much as he had seemed to the previous evening then the last thing Harry wanted to do was confide in him. Ron smiled, but it faded when Farley's gaze turned appraising. "I have to ask, Ron. Are your family going to be all right with this?"

Ron dropped his gaze. "Dunno," he muttered. "I guess I'll see Percy and the twins today. I need to write to my parents though."

"You can borrow my owl, if you want," Harry offered. He hesitated, then reached out to give Ron's shoulder an awkward pat. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

Ron didn't look convinced, but he managed a shaky smile. "Thanks, Harry." His shoulders slumped. "Course, Percy probably already wrote to them last night, but I can still explain it better."

Harry frowned, but his questions died on his lips as Daphne and Tracey bustled into the room. Nott was just behind them, his tie hanging loose around his neck, and he raised an eyebrow at Harry and Ron.

"So Crabbe and Goyle didn't kill you in your sleep and chuck your bodies in the lake."

Ron snorted. "I'd like to see them try. Having Fred and George around was good for some things."

Nott cocked his head to one side and gave him an appraising look, but Tracey grinned. "That must have been exciting. I wish I had siblings."

"No, you don't," Daphne muttered. "They're a pain in the neck."

Tracey rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you definitely weren't writing to Astoria last night."

"Tracey!"

Harry bit the inside of his cheek to cover a grin, and saw Ron duck his head. Daphne scowled and folded her arms. "I said I would," she said.

Ron shifted in his chair. "Yeah, I promised my little sister I'd write to her too. She hates it when we all go away, and this is the first time I'm here too." He looked down. "Not sure she'll still want me to write when she hears about this."

Harry swallowed. At least he knew he couldn't disappoint the Dursleys more than he already had. Daphne's scowl softened slightly. "Have there been any non-Gryffindors in your family, Ron?"

Ron's smile was noticeably shaky. "Not in living memory. And Aunt Muriel is really old."

"You're still the same person you were yesterday," said Harry firmly. "Your sister has to know that."

Ron didn't look too convinced. Actually he seemed very interested in the carvings on the arm of the chair. Tracey frowned slightly, then turned to Harry. "What about you, Harry? Will your guardians be happy?"

Harry snorted. "They're Muggles. They couldn't care less about which house I'm in." Tracey and Daphne exchanged a look, and Nott quirked an eyebrow, and Harry decided it was time to change the subject. "What classes are you all looking forward to?"

Tracey's frown deepened, but before she could say anything Nott let out a jaw-cracking yawn. "Personally, I like the sound of Charms," he drawled. "Useful, practical, and far less complicated than Transfiguration."

Harry nodded. He had looked through his textbooks over the summer, and the Transfiguration ones had just given him a headache. Ron pulled a face. "Percy loves Transfiguration. If we get stuck he'll be very happy to help. If he still wants to talk to me," he added under his breath.

Daphne cocked her head to one side. "Your brother's the newest Gryffindor Prefect, isn't he? That might be useful."

"Or not," Ron muttered. "He's been a nightmare all summer. Prefects aren't that great." Farley raised an eyebrow, and Ron's ears went bright red. "No offence."

Farley shook her head, but there was a faint smile playing about her lips. More people were filling the Common Room now, some of whom cast curious looks over at the first years, but Harry did his best to ignore them. He was getting used to people gawping at him. Ron glanced at him, then glared round at the students.

"Gits," he muttered.

"Ron," said Farley lightly.

"What? They are!"

"Its okay, Ron," Harry muttered. He could feel his cheeks heating up, but when he risked a glance up Tracey and Daphne were both frowning at the older students too.

"That's just rude," said Daphne, with a sniff. "Even Tori has better manners than that."

She didn't bother keeping her voice low, and quite a few people looked away very quickly. Ron grinned at her. "Nice one."

Daphne inclined her head in acknowledgement. Nott shook his head and glanced at Farley. "Is it time to go yet?"

Farley checked her watch, and at the same moment Shafiq stuck his head into the Common Room. He nodded to them and vanished again, and Farley smiled. "A few minutes."

Nott frowned, then his eyes gleamed. "Can I go and watch?"

Harry blinked at him, but Tracey rolled her eyes and pulled them into a discussion on Quidditch. Ron joined in with enthusiasm, and the two of them lost Harry in seconds, but all conversation came to a halt when Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stumbled into the Common Room. All were up and dressed, but their hair was suspiciously wet and Harry smothered his laughter with an effort. Ron took one look and his eyes lit up, but Harry elbowed him in the side before he could say anything.

"We've got to deal with him for another seven years," he hissed. "Let's not make things worse straight away."

Ron pouted, but kept quiet. Malfoy stalked up to them, his thin face murderous. Daphne arched an eyebrow at him. "Having trouble getting up, Draco?"

"That was completely unnecessary," Malfoy snarled. "My father-"

"Knows exactly how Hogwarts works, Draco," said Shafiq cheerfully. "Learn how to set an alarm instead of relying on a house-elf to do everything for you. Now, everyone who wants breakfast follow me."

Harry didn't even try to stop grinning as he followed Shafiq back to the Great Hall. He had a great new friend, most of his new housemates were pretty nice, and Malfoy had been so busy glaring at Shafiq that he hadn't even looked at Harry or Ron. He was in such a good mood that he didn't even care about all the people who stopped and stared at him in the corridors, or about the whispers that seemed to follow him.

Ron, however, was frowning.

"How long are they gonna keep doing that?"

"They'll get bored eventually," Daphne murmured. "I hope." She glanced at Harry. "It might take some time though."

Harry shrugged. He didn't like it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. It was the same as being the only brown kid at school, and it was a rubbish feeling but he could deal with it. At least this time he had people on his side, and Ron and Daphne's indignation meant a lot.

It was even worse when they got to the Entrance Hall, but it was Ron who stopped short. Harry glanced at him, and saw that the blood had drained from his face.

"Ron?"

Ron swallowed. Harry followed his gaze and saw Fred and George bearing down on them. Neither of them looked happy. Shafiq gripped Ron's shoulder. "You don't have to talk to them if you don't want to."

"Yeah, I do," Ron whispered. He took a shaky breath and drew himself up. "You go on. I'll be there in a minute."

Shafiq held his gaze for a moment, then nodded and followed the rest of the first years. Harry, though, lingered. "If you want me to go I will, but-"

"No," said Ron quickly. He managed a weak smile that Harry returned, but then the twins were there and Harry moved to stand at his friend's shoulder. Ron nodded to his brothers. "All right, you two?"

One of them, George Harry thought, nodded but the other just glared. "What the hell, Ron?"

"Fred-"

"Slytherin? You're a slimy Slytherin?"

"I'm still me," Ron protested. "And Slytherins aren't all that bad!"

Fred shook his head, face twisted in disgust, but George laid a hand on his arm. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked. "You were dead set on going into Gryffindor with us."

Ron hesitated. He looked at Harry, who nodded, and took a deep breath. "The Hat said I could do well in Slytherin, and - and I want people to know who I am!"

The twins looked as startled by the sudden outburst as Harry felt, but no one got a chance to say anything before Ron continued, "I'm never gonna be as smart as Bill or Percy, or as good at Quidditch as Charlie, or as funny as you two, and Ginny's the first girl in generations, but now… People might look at me and see me, and not just another Weasley."

Harry stared at him. Ron had mentioned that he felt overshadowed by his brothers, but he had never expected him to admit to his family. Ron looked at him again and gave a small smile. "And I couldn't leave Harry alone with Malfoy for seven years."

Harry couldn't suppress a snort. "Thanks, mate."

Fred and George exchanged a long look. Harry could feel Ron trembling next to him, and realised he had to say something. "The other Slytherins, they're okay," he said. He flinched as both twins glared at him. "I mean, some of them have weird ideas, but they're not all evil."

"Not yet," Fred muttered, but George was frowning.

"You're not evil," he said to Harry. "And you're a lot of things, Ron, but you're not evil either."

Ron eyed him. "Thanks?"

Fred scowled at them, but before he could say anything a strident voice echoed through the Entrance Hall.

"Ron!"

Ron somehow went even paler. Harry glanced round and saw Percy Weasley stalking across to join them, his expression thunderous. Ron flinched back and Harry shifted in front of him without thinking about it, but to their joint astonishment Percy whirled on the twins.

"I told you not to gang up on him!"

"We weren't," George protested, but Percy was in full flow.

"I know you, and I heard you talking last night, and I told you that I am not going to stand by and let you make him miserable for making a decision for himself!"

Ron was staring at his brother like he had never seen him before. "Percy…"

Both twins had flushed. Fred was pointedly glaring at the floor, but George's expression was more thoughtful. Percy rubbed his eyes. "If you can't be supportive, just go."

Fred's scowl darkened, and he stalked off in the direction of the Entrance Hall. George hesitated. "We don't hate you," he said to Ron. "Really. It's just a shock, you know?"

He patted Ron awkwardly on the head and left before Ron could reply. Percy sighed. "They'll come round. They were expecting you to come and be with us in Gryffindor, and you took them by surprise. You know how they hate that."

"Yeah," Ron mumbled. He squinted up at his brother. "Why'd you do it? Not that I'm not grateful, but…"

He trailed off with an awkward shrug. Harry kept quiet and paid close attention. From what he had seen and what Ron had told him of the Weasleys, Percy was acting the complete opposite to what he had expected. Percy looked at the two of them and sighed.

"Because you're not the first one to have been offered Slytherin as an option."

Harry stared at him. Ron's eyes had gone very wide. "You?"

His voice was a squeak. Percy gave them a tired smile. "Ravenclaw too," he said softly. "But I was too scared. I asked for Gryffindor and everything was fine, but sometimes I wonder…"

He shook himself and clapped Ron on the shoulder. "You might be the bravest one of us all. And don't worry about Mum and Dad. I wrote to them last night, but I don't think you need to worry."

"Thanks, Percy," said Ron. If his eyes were suspiciously wet, Harry didn't mention it. Percy smiled at them, nodded to Harry, and followed the crowds into the Great Hall. Ron gave a shaky breath and leaned against the wall.

"Huh. That was weird."

Harry shifted from foot to foot. He didn't have much experience comforting upset friends, or friends in general, but he had to do something. "Are you all right?"

Ron blinked up at him, and gave a slightly shaky smile. "Yeah. I think so." He took a deep breath. "Thanks, mate."

"Any time," said Harry quietly. Then his stomach rumbled and he blushed. "Sorry."

Ron's stomach gave an answering, and even louder rumble. Harry and Ron looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

"C'mon," said Ron, when they had both caught their breath. "Let's go eat."

They entered the Great Hall in far better spirits than Harry had expected. Tracey and Daphne had left spaces for them, and Harry smiled at them as he sat down. Tracey glanced at him. "How did it go?"

Ron paused loading his plate with everything on the table long enough to nod. "Better than I expected. I dunno how Mum and Dad will take it, but…" He shrugged and turned his attention to his breakfast. "Mm, these sausages are great!"

He offered Daphne the dish, but she shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm Jewish."

Ron's ears went bright red. "Ah, sorry."

"It's fine, you didn't know," said Daphne, as she helped herself to more scrambled eggs. "Harry hasn't had any yet though."

Harry smiled when Ron immediately tipped three sausages onto his plate. The Dursleys had never let him eat this well. Tracey pursed her lips. "Don't forget some fruit," she said. "Don't take this the wrong way, Harry, but you look like you could use some vitamins."

"Probably," Harry agreed. Dudley and Uncle Vernon hated vegetables and anything even vaguely healthy, and Petunia had never really tried to change their minds. He took an apple and a banana to go with the fried food Ron was still piling onto his plate and Tracey nodded.

"Good." She paused. "Sorry. My dad's a doctor."

"A what?" Ron asked with his mouth full. Daphne and Tracey gave him identical disapproving looks, and Harry frowned.

"You don't have doctors?"

"Of course we do," said Daphne, tearing her gaze from Ron. "We call them Healers though."

Harry and Ron both nodded, but further conversation was interrupted by Snape making his way down from the teacher's table. He was carrying a stack of parchment and started to hand them out to each student. Harry glanced round and saw that other teachers, including Professor McGonagall, were doing the same at the other three tables.

"Wonder what we'll have first," Tracey murmured.

"Hopefully not History of Magic," said Daphne. "I've heard the teacher is a terrible bore."

Harry honestly didn't care what they ended up doing. Magical classes had to be more interesting than maths. Daphne accepted her timetable from Snape with a polite smile, but Snape practically threw Harry's and Ron's at them and swept on without even looking at them. Startled, Harry blinked after him.

"Huh," said Ron under his breath. "Guess he really doesn't like us."

"That's strange," said Tracey. She was too was frowning after Snape. "He's our head of house."

From a couple of seats down, Malfoy snorted. "Perhaps he just has good taste. Honestly, a Weasley in Slytherin? It's a disgrace."

Ron's hands clenched on his timetable and Harry glared down at Malfoy, but the blond wasn't finished, "And Potter?"

The venom rolled off Harry's back, he was very used to it after all those years with the Dursleys, but Ron lurched to his feet. "I swear, Malfoy, one more word-"

"No," said Nott. He had been ignoring them from Ron's other side, but now he reached up and pulled Ron back down. "I'm hereby extending our 'no fighting in the dormitory rule' to here as well. If nothing else you'll lose us house points."

"He's got a point," said Daphne. "If you must get even, do it where the teachers can't see."

Ron scowled, but he stopped glaring at Nott. "Fine," he growled. "But if he doesn't learn to shut his mouth…"

He trailed off, still grumbling under his breath, and Harry let out a breath. He really didn't want a fight before they had even had their first class, but warmth had flooded his chest at the speed with which Ron jumped to his defence. No one had ever done that before. No one had ever been wiling to risk getting in trouble with Dudley on his behalf.

Before he could say anything else though, a swarm of owls made their way into the Great Hall. Harry gaped.

"What?"

Ron followed his gaze. "What? Oh, owls carry the post, remember?"

Harry did, and rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, yeah."

It was still fascinating to watch. Harry had never seen so many owls in his life. Hedwig broke off from the pack to land next to him, and Millicent leaned over with a smile.

"She's beautiful, Harry."

"I know," said Harry proudly, and received a fond nibble from Hedwig in return. He fed her a piece of bacon and she flew off again, then he realised that Ron was watching the birds with undisguised wariness. "Ron? You okay?"

Ron started. "Yeah. Just wondering if Mum and Dad have written - Oh."

A grey Screech Owl was heading in their direction. Ron went white, and untied the letter from its leg with shaking fingers. The owl nibbled his finger and flew off to where Percy was sitting at the Gryffindor table, leaving Ron staring at the letter.

"You might as well get it over with," said Daphne, not unkindly.

Ron gave a jerky nod, and tore it open. He scanned it quickly, then his shoulders slumped and he let out a long breath. Harry nudged him. "Okay?" he asked again.

Ron gave him a shaky smile. "They say they're surprised, but they want me to be happy," he said softly.

"That's great," said Harry fervently. He remembered how kind Mrs Weasley had been when he was trying to find the platform. He was glad Ron wouldn't have to deal with any more of his family being upset with his Sorting.

Part of him wondered what his own parents would have thought. Hagrid had mentioned that they had both been in Gryffindor. Would they have reacted the way Fred did? Or would they have accepted it like Ron's parents had?

Those were questions he would never know the answers to, and he wrenched his attention away in time to hear Ron make a soft noise.

"Ginny wrote something too."

Harry had spotted the childish scrawl at the bottom of the page, but Ron continued before he could try to decipher it, "She wants to know everything. Says she knows all about Gryffindor, but no one's ever been able to tell her anything about Slytherin."

"Just as long as you don't give away all our secrets," said Tracey, with a grin. "Tell her she can find out for herself next year."

Ron huffed out a laugh. "Could do. She's tough enough."

He read the letter again, then tucked it carefully into his robes, but once again Malfoy had been listening.

"Merlin, no. One Weasley here is bad enough."

"Shut up, Draco," said Nott, without looking up from his plate. Harry placed a restraining hand on Ron's arm when his friend's ears went red, but Ron visibly swallowed his anger and picked up his cutlery again. Malfoy's lip curled.

"Taking the Weasel's side, Nott? And here I thought you had a brain."

"Funny, I thought you knew how to be subtle," Nott drawled. "Looks like we were both mistaken."

Harry ignored the bickering. After the Dursleys, Malfoy was nothing. Nott shook his head, and returned to his breakfast, and Ron stabbed irritably at his bacon. "Git," he muttered.

Daphne rolled her eyes, but Tracey nodded. "Get used to it," she murmured. "He's not going to change any time soon."

Harry sighed. It was going to be a long seven years.

Much to Daphne's dismay, their first class was indeed History of Magic. Harry had been startled and impressed when Binns arrived via the blackboard, but his interest died a quick death. He had never known a ghost could be so boring. He and Ron spent the rest of the lesson playing hangman while the rest of the class talked, dozed, or stared into the distance.

"That was a nightmare," said Ron, as they headed for Transfiguration. "How's anyone supposed to take notes when he talks like that?"

"Told you," said Daphne, grimly. "Just read 'A History of Magic' before the exams, and use the class to do homework."

Fortunately, Transfiguration was much more interesting. It was as complicated as Harry had been expecting, but at least they got to use their wands, and no one would even dream of not paying attention to McGonagall. None of them had succeeded in turning their matchsticks into needles by the end of the lesson, but Tracey and Nott both earned points for making the most progress so that was something.

Harry was more than ready for lunch by the time the bell rang, but something had been niggling at him and he hesitated. Ron raised an eyebrow at him, and Harry shook his head.

"You go on," he said softly. "I want to ask McGonagall something."

Ron still looked confused, but he nodded. "I'll save you a space."

Harry watched him go, then took a breath and walked up to the front of the class. McGonagall peered at him over her glasses. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"

Harry swallowed. McGonagall was almost as intimidating as Snape. "I was wondering if I could talk to you," he said, before he could lose his nerve, "about my parents."

Whatever McGonagall had been expecting, it clearly wasn't that. Her eyes widened slightly, and Harry hurried to explain, "My aunt and uncle never talked about them. I don't know anything about them except what Hagrid told me, but he mentioned that they were both in Gryffindor and as you're the Head of Gryffindor, I just thought, well…"

He trailed off, feeling his cheeks heat up, but McGonagall's severe expression had softened considerably. "As it so happens, I knew your parents very well," she said softly. "Both during their time at Hogwarts, and during the war." She gave a slight smile. "They were wonderful people, and very talented. Your father was one of the finest Transfiguration students I have ever had the pleasure of teaching, and your mother was a marvel at both Charms and Potions."

Harry was hanging on her every word. Hagrid had told him a bit, but he wanted to know everything he possibly could. McGonagall shook her head slightly and refocused on him. "Unfortunately I have a number of matters I need to attend to, but I will be available on Saturday morning."

"That would be great!" It came out a little fast, but Harry couldn't help himself. "Thank you."

McGonagall smiled at him. "It would be my pleasure." She paused. "You might also want to talk to Professor Flitwick. Lily was considering pursuing an apprenticeship in Charms after the war."

"I'll do that," said Harry. He hadn't had Charms yet, but he was looking forward to it. "Thank you, Professor."

"You are very welcome, Mr. Potter." She straightened the papers on her desk and rose to her feet. "Now, I suggest you head to lunch."

Harry's stomach rumbled, and he blushed. "Yes, Professor."

He left the classroom with a spring in his step. So far, his life at Hogwarts was looking far brighter than the one he had left behind.

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