Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and/or lyrics. The characters go to J.K. Rowling and the lyrics the original artists whom I could not remember nor find. Also there will be a lot f different POVs. Also whoever the hell you are enjoy. Oh and before I forget when I put %—% it means time has passed…so yeah enjoy and tell me if I made a mistake in whatever because I have nothing else to do but listen to criticism. Um curse warning? There will be swearing lol.
POVs (point of views) will include:
Harry Potter
Draconius Malfoy
Hermione Granger
Ron Weasley
Luna Lovegood
Pansy Parkinson
And later in the year y/n
Fan-Fiction rewrite 1st year: Harry = Slytherin and at first Harry is not friends with…you know what? Just read with caution.
Chapter One—— The Train
Harry POV
When I walk into Madame Malkins Robe Shop I see a pale blonde boy getting measured by a lady whom I assume is Madame Malkins. I checked my phone for the time. Hagrid said to meet him outside the shop in twenty minutes. Her words are "Another Hogwarts student?" I nod nervously. The woman walked out of the room for a second. "It's amazing isn't it? All of this?" I ask the boy. "I guess." He says shrugging. She walks back in. I can hear the boys voice perfectly clear, it is sort of drawling like he's bored and he speaks slowly. "I didn't know I was a wizard until I got the letter. Did you know? That you were a wizard?" I ask him. He scoffs. "Yes of course. If I wasn't my parents would have disowned me…." He trails off. "Oh. Well my parents died when I was a baby. I don't think they would have disowned me if I wasn't a wizard though." I answer back. "Your parents they were our kind weren't they?" He asks me. "They were a witch and a wizard if that's what you mean." I say solemnly. The boy seems to breathe a sigh of relief. I wonder why he is worried about that…
"Anyways. Do you know what house you'll be in? I will be in Slytherin. My whole family was. Imagine being in Hufflepuff. I think I'd leave. Well to be fair no one really knows where they'll be until they go." He rambles on.
%—%
"Off you go Mr. Malfoy." Says the woman from earlier. "Bye Mr. Malfoy." I say as he passes me. He rolls his eyes and replies "The names actually Draco not Mr. Malfoy. I am not my father." He shivers as if he can't stand the thought. My turn to roll my eyes. I check the time again. 15 more minutes.
%—%
Hagrid hands me my ticket. "Do you have yer phone thing Harry? Excited are ya Harry? First time going to Hogwarts. I was nervous. Ter be honest me dad didn' even know if I was goin' to be a wizard…good man he was." He smiles with pride. "What happened to your dad…er Hagrid? If you don't mind me asking." I ask. He laughs. "Me dad died in me second year. Right before me third year…" He trails off then clears his throat. "Anyway Harry I must be goin' now before it gets too late. If the Muggles give ya trouble owl me. Hedwig here knows where I live. Good bye." He smiles and before I could even blink…he was gone. "By then Hagrid." I mumble to myself before turning and leaving, checking my phone for the time once more today.
%—%
It has been a week and I now finally believe I actually am a wizard. That I am actually going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That I actually talked to that pale blonde boy in the shop. I realize I didn't introduce myself to him. The him in question is named Draco Malfoy. I sing softly to myself "Roses are red, violets are blue. I don't sleep at night 'cause I'm thinking of you! Alone with my thoughts, trapped in this bed. Yeah I'd give the world just to see you again." And as I sing I can't help but think of Draco Malfoy. How violently blue his eyes are…just imagining them makes me lose my train of thought. Bloody hell. I must sound like a girl. Glad no one in this house listens to me. Hell they avoid me wherever possible. It's quite funny actually. Until it's depressing. Now all I do is stay in my room in my phone. I'm actually surprised I'm allowed to have one.
%—%
As the Dursley's drive me to the train station I can literally feel the happiness of not having me in the house. Right along with the disappointment because I wouldn't be there to push around. The thought made me smile but I tried to hide it.
%—%
As I walk into the train station I really can't help but think of the blonde boy. It's like impossible how gorgeous he looks. Like seriously. IMPOSSIBLE. But it's true. He is gorgeous. I am not overestimating anything. He is so pale and sparkly it's mesmerizing. And his eyes so sharply violently blue his eyes are…
I look around and can't see any Platform 9 at all. There's a 10 and 9 but no 9 to be seen. No. Where. To. Be. Found.
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I see a plump woman and her kids. All red-heads. 1 girl 4 boys. Two of the boys are twins. The oldest has horn rimmed glasses. It looks like the youngest is the girl. But the reason I notice the woman and her family is because of what she's saying: "Packed with Muggles same as every year! You'd think they'd have something better to do." The only person I have ever heard say the word Muggle (non-magic folk) was Hagrid. I walk up to her. "Um I was wondering how…how…" I couldn't seem to speak. "How to get on the Platform dear?" She finished for me smiling. "It's Ron here's first time as well." Who is Ron? "You just walk straight through Platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if your nervous."
%—%
As I struggle to get on the train I see 2 of the boys from earlier. The twins from the look of it. "Do you want help with that?" One of them ask. "Sure." I reply.
%—%
I push back my fringe that was covering my scar and the twins (at least I assume they're twins) look at me like I'm insane. "Are you…" one starts. "Harry Potter?" The other finishes. "Who? Oh him. I mean yeah I am. And you are?" I am starting to think they are twins. They finish each others sentences and sometimes speak in sync with each other. Interesting. "Fred Weasley. And this is George." Says Fred. I think. They might be pulling my leg for all I know. Their names might be Luke and John. Or Greg and Rando. Or whatever. I just settle into the compartment trying to get comfortable. I think of Draco again. I wonder if he's here on the train. I wonder who he's sitting with. I don't remember seeing him before…
"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." One of the Weasley boys. Not Fred or George. Not the oldest either. Definitely not a girl…so "Ron Weasley." He says as he sits down offering his hand. I take it. "Oh Harry Potter." I reply. "So Fred and George weren't lying there really is Harry Potter on the train. I thought they were pulling our legs again." He continues "Is it true? Do you really have a…a" he whispers the next part "a scar?" He points to my forehead. The question takes me by surprise. "Oh! Yeah." I moves my fringe to show my scar. Ron looks dumbfounded. Not a good look on him considering the shape of his face. I smile trying to look sheepish.
%—%
After a bit a distressed boy walks in. "Have you seen my toad? His name is Trevor." He asks us. I shake my head. I have not seen any toads since the zoo incident. Nor do I want too. Ron shakes his head as well. Then after the boy leaves the Trolley Witch replaces where he was in the doorway. "Anything from the trolley dears?" She asks us. Ron looks grim. "No thanks. I'm all set." He says holding a sandwich. "We'll take the lot." I say holding out the remains of my money. "Hungry aren't you?" Asks Ron. "Starving." I reply.
I go through the candy looking for Mars bars, gum or at least something normal but instead I find: Chocolate Frogs, Candy wands and Bertie Botts Every flavour beans, etc. I grab one of the Chocolate Frogs and open it. "Is it really an actual frog?" I ask Ron curiously. "No. It's just a charm I reckon. But it's the Cards you got to look out for. Hey can I have one I'm missing just a couple. Hey maybe I'll get Agrippa." He says hopefully. I nod. "Knock yourself out." I reply. As I look at the card in mine. It's reads:
Albus Dumbledore,
Currently Headmaster at Hogwarts.
Considered by many as the greatest
Wizard of modern times, Professor
Dumbledore is particularly famous
For his defeat of the Dark wizard
Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery
Of the twelve uses of dragon's blood
And his work on alchemy with his
Partner Nicolas Flamel, Professor
Dumbledore enjoys chamber music
And tenpin Bowling.
"Hey! I've gotten Dumbledore!" I exclaim in surprise. "So this is Dumbledore." I whisper. "Don't tell me you've never heard of Dumbledore!" Says Ron. "Oh no I just got Morgana. You can have her. You can start collecting." He continues handing me the card. I have heard of Dumbledore he is the headmaster of our school is he not?
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"I heard Harry Potter was in this compartment." Says a blonde boy in the doorway. He has to large boys behind him. He spots Harry. "Is it you? How come you didn't tell me you were Harry Potter when I met you? And why are you sitting with him?" Asks the boy who I now realize is Draco Malfoy. "Oh! It's you! Umm what do you mean with him?" I reply pointing at Ron. "It's no guess who he is. My Father told me that all Weasley's have red hair, freckles and more kids than they can handle." He states matter-of-factly sounding slightly disgusted. I just blink. "Oh." Is all that comes out when I open my mouth to speak. He offers me his hand. "Come with me. Let's leave the riff-raff by himself. Oh and this is Crabbe" he points to shorter one, "and this is Goyle." He points to the other. I stand up. "See ya Ron then." I say moving past Draco. I'll apologize later I guess. I just want to get to know Draco better.
Draco POV
"Are you really Harry Potter?" I ask him as we walk down the train to our compartment. That went better then I expected. Who would have thought that little Draco Malfoy would become friends with the Harry Potter? I sure as hell didn't. "Yeah. But if your gonna ask if I remember anything you are wasting my time." He says annoyedly. I cringe mentally. I was going to. "No of course not. Who'd ask a stupid question like that? You were a baby obviously you don't remember anything." I say trying to sound hurt like I was offended by the suggestion. "Sorry it's just all anyone wants to ask me." He sighs sounding exasperated. I smile.
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"We are here." I say stopping outside of our compartment with only to people in it. "This is Pansington Parkinson." I gesture towards her. "Oh and this is…?" I trail off because I do not know who the girl is. "Luna Lovegood." Says Pansy "And do not ever call me that dreadful name again." She turns to Harry "Call me Pansy. Name?" She sounds so rude. Harry just smiles politely. "Harry James Potter. Nice to meet you Pansy." He says. When Pansy heard Harry James Potter her jaw dropped but she quickly recovered. "Oh my! Draco here has never stopped talking…" she does not get to finish because I am now covering her mouth with my hand. Harry doesn't need to know about that I have obsessed over him like a fan since I learned how to read. That would be quite embarrassing if I do say so myself.
"Pansy darling. We must not let ourselves forget our own place, now am I correct?" I ask her sternly slowly removing my hand. She glares at me intensely. "Oh of course. I am so sorry Draco dear. I did forget who we were in company with." She replies smiling. I roll my eyes.
I finish walking into the compartment and sit down. " Sit." I command. They do. How I love telling people what to do and how they are doing it wrong. And how to do it right. Just then a prefect walks into the doorway, "The train is almost at Hogwarts now. I suggest dressing into your robes now." Is all he says before leaving. He had a sort of pompous voice. And red hair. I wonder who decided to make him a prefect. How embarrassing.
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The train slows to a stop. I step out of the compartment and everyone follows my lead. First the Lovegood girl. Then Pansy. Crabbe. Goyle. Harry. "Are you hoping to go to a certain house er…Luna?" I ask the blonde politely. "My father will be happy wherever I go. I don't really mind where I go. Though I would prefer not to go to Hufflepuff. I don't mean to offend anyone I just would prefer something else." She states plainly. Lovegood. Where do I know that name? Eh. Maybe I'll remember later.
We all step off the train and I spot that Weasley kid that was with Harry earlier. "Firs' years! Firs' years! This way!" Says a loud booming voice. I think he's the gamekeeper. Father told me about him, his name is Hagrid or something. Who knows.
Pansy, Lovegood, Crabbe, Goyle, Harry and I all walk towards the large outline of a man. "Hullo there Harry…er who are yer friends here?" He asks Harry loudly. I smirk. "Well that's Crabbe" he points to Vincent. (Crabbe) " and that's Goyle" he points to Gregory (Goyle) "they are Luna Lovegood and Pansy Parkinson." He continues "And that is Draco Malfoy." I like the way he emphasizes my name like I'm the celebrity here. "Oh." Is all the giant says. "Well come on then." He's frowning.
%—%
As we walk into the corridor I notice to things. One: there is a stern looking woman standing in the corridor waiting for us and two; that Harry looks nervous. He seems to be paling. "Mate, you okay?" I ask him in a whisper. I am actually really curious about his answer. "I-I'm fine. Just n-nervous." He stutters out whispering back to me. What reason would he have to be scared? He is Harry god damned Potter! I should be scared not him! Ut to be fair he is probably not used to walking into large corridors or gigantic schools.
" Welcome to Hogwarts." She said interrupting my train of thought. " The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting it's a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called: Gryffindor; Hufflepuff; Ravenclaw; and Slytherin. Each has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points." At this point I am not even listening. I don't really care anyway.
When she finishes I turn to Harry, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy and Lovegood. "I am so incredibly hungry." I mumble, "Okay what house do you guys really want to be in?" I ask them all. "Slytherin obviously and I assume the same for you Draconius?" Pansy replies. "But of course! It would be an absolute scandal if I a Malfoy was not in Slytherin! My family has been in Slytherin for generations!" I say outraged that she would even joke that I'd prefer otherwise. All she does is giggle. I scoff at her.
"Follow me." Says the stern lady from earlier. She is probably a professor here. We all start following her into the Great Hall.
Silence is all around in what I assume is a usually loud room. Then a bloody hat bursts into song:
'Oh you may not think I'm pretty
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat then me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all!
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might be belong in Gryffindor
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuff's are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always meet their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll meet your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!
What in bloody hell. That was so odd. I was so not expecting that from a hat. I look at the others. Pansy looks confused as do Vincent and Gregory. The Lovegood girl looks distant but still happy. Harry looks sick and in awe of the hat. I smirk lightly. All the others including a raven haired girl I just noticed (it's the y/n I was talking about lol) are standing around looking nervous.
The stern woman from before Professor something (I'm cringing too i know it's Professor Mcgonnagal) says "I will call your names and you will come forward to be Sorted into your House. L/n, Y/n!" She calls out. The raven haired girl goes forward. She pulls the hat over her eyes. " Slytherin!" yells the Sorting Hat. The Slytherin table claps loudly. "Weasley, Ronald." She calls out. The Weasley boy walks up looking like dreads what's coming. He puts the hat on and it falls past his eyes. " Gryffindor!" The hat yells. I roll my eyes. Gryffindors are overrated. The table claps their hands as well. Louder then the Slytherins. I huff. "Patil, Padma!" Calls out the Professor. She walks up there proudly pulling on the hat. " Ravenclaw!" The hat yells (still no Slytherins). "Patil, Parvati!" Another Patil. She looks less confident. " Gryffindor!" The hat yells out once again. "Potter, Harry!" He walks up their looking wobbly. I'm worried he might fall. The hat takes longer this time.
Not a time skip but rather
Harry POV
"Potter, Harry." She yells. I gulp loudly. Maybe it seems loud because the Hall is so quiet. I take a deep breath.I walk up to the Hat thing. I'm wobbly. My hands start to shake. I didn't think I'd make it to the stool but I do. I hope no one notices how wobbly I am.' Interesting. Very interesting. Very brave I see. Not a bad mind either.' Says a voice loudly making me jump. 'Not Ravenclaw. Certainly not Hufflepuff. Where oh where do you go?' it seems to be speaking directly in my ear. ' You seem unsure. You'd do well in both Gryffindor and Slytherin. Hmm better just be…' the voice in my ear stops talking. " Slytherin!" Yells the hat. The uproar from the Slytherin table is louder than even Gryffindor. "Malfoy, Draco." I put the hat back down on the stool. As he saunters past me I see a smirk on his lips. I wonder why.
%—%
As Draco moves to my side I flinch as his leg touches mine. He looks at me from the corner of his eye. "Something wrong Potter?" He asks incredulously. I turn to answer him. "No. Potter?" I inquire. He's smirking a bit. Rolling my eyes I turn back to the Professors table.