[Chapter Two - Welcome to Hogwarts]
Her blush never vanished and grew, as Jibanyan who was awake sipping on a bottle of chocolate milk laughed at her and he said: "Nice."
Harry got down and went for a shower leaving Hermione to change into her school attire behind a change screen as the red cat passed out happily. No sooner she began to get her training bra on, Harry walked in in a pair of blue jeans and red t-shirt with the star of Captain America. Rolling his shoulder he said: "Hagrid just woke up by the way."
She hastily put her shirt down and said: "Okay, did you see…" he shook his head and said: "No, I respect a girl's privacy, if you had wanted me to I would, but I won't."
She stammered before they gathered everything and had a quick breakfast before heading to Kings Crossing Station. Upon arrival Hagrid stopped and noticed the time being ten-thirty and said: "Co blimey, look at the time. Sorry you two, but Professor Dumbledore should be wanting his package. Anyway, here are your tickets."
He each handed them tickets for the Hogwarts express and Hermione examined them and asked: "Hagrid, they're must be some mistake, there is no such thing as platform 9 and , is there?"
She looked up and saw no Hagrid and Harry said: "Sensing magic coming from the third pillar between nine and ten, come on."
She nodded and followed him and then spotted a family with luggage carts packed similar to theirs as the woman leading them said: "Every year this place is packed with Muggles, of course--" Hermione and Harry looked at one another and followed the group. The speaker was a plump woman with five children with flaming red hair all who had similar features and they noticed a girl who looked a bit younger than them. The girl then asked: "Mom, can't I go…" the woman then said: "You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."
What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it -- but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished. Harry then said: "A magic barrier to a secret area, clever."
"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy.
Then the other said: "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
She then replied: ""Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone -- but how had he done it? Soon enough the youngest son went on through and Harry and Hermione came up and the woman said: "Oh hello, first yeats."
Harry brushed Harry showing the glimpse of his scar, surprising the woman as he said: "Yes, ma'am come on, Hermione, best hurry. We've got ten minutes."
As they pushed their trolleys on through, they went completely through the wall. Soon they emerged on the other side and the duo saw a scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts' Express, eleven o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. He had done it. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs.
Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks. The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."
"Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh.
Garry stopped and asked: "Excuse me, did you say you lost a Toad?"
The boy nodded and Harry asked: "His name?"
The boy replied: "Trevor."
Raising his wand he said: "Acio, Trevor the toad."
A toad came zooming at them and Harry had it go back into its cage and he said: "There you are."
The woman said: "Thank you young man. Good luck in your first year."
Harry nodded and followed Hermione pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first and then Hermione started to shove and heavehier trunk toward the train door. She tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice she nearly dropped it painfully on her foot. But Harry grabbed it and helped her get it up and up into a spot above their heads and then tossed his trunk up there and took a seat. Taking a seat Harry kicked back and stretched out across as Jibanyan joined them when Hermione began to read a history book about Hogwarts. Pocketing his ring into his pouch and pulling out a New York Knicks hat and tipped it to cover his eyes.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
Harry sat up and examined the goods she had: Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. Not wanting to miss anything, he got two of everything and paid the woman a few pieces of silver and bronze before rejoining hermione. Hermione stared as Harry brought it all back into the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat and asked: ""Hungry, are you?"
Shaking his head he replied: "Not really, honestly wish they had some normal candies like a reeses cup or a butterfinger."
She nodded her head and he tapped his wand against the pouch and two bottles of soda popped out and he put some of the odd things like pumpkin and a few others inside. She noticed Dr. Pepper cracked it open and noticed a pentagon-like package and asked: ""They're not really frogs, are they?"
Popping a jellybean in his mouth that was cherry he shook his head and said: "Nope, just a simple animation spell. But eat fast because it will job away from ya. Most people collect the cards in them, but not me. But be careful with the Jellybean, they do have "every '' kind of flavor even the most disgusting thing you can taste. Thankfully, he showed a pile of beans and tossed them out: "Acio is a real lifesaver."
She nodded and wondered how he learned it and figured out he must've gotten a few books on advancing. Harry then looked out as he ate some Licorice wand and said: "Seems we are out in the countryside, wonder if anyone who lives out here for farming sees the train?"
That was a good question. Soon there was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and three-quarters came in. He then said: "Ah, I've been looking for you to thank you again."
Garry smiled and said: "Don't mention it here."
He tossed the kid a pumpkin cake and the boy thanked him and walked off. Soon the redhead boy from the large family came by wearing faded robes and sajd: "I bloody knew it, you're Harry Potter. Do you have the…" Harry flashed the scar and he said: "The scar from Voldemort, yeah."
The boy froze and Harry said: "I don't get why people should be afraid of either a dead man or a half-dead man, compared to my mother I'm more afraid of her than anyone."
The boy then said: "I hear ya on that. Anyway, I better get back to my brothers, Fred and George can cause some serious mischief."
Harry nodded and the boy said: "Better get your robes on you two, we are nearing Hogwarts."
Hermione shopped up as Jibanyan ate the frogs and the chocolate jelly beans and rushed to get changed. Harry snapped his fingers once it was him and the yokai and he was in his school robes and sighed. Hermione came back and sat with Harry and asked: "I'm so excited, are you excited?"
He raised his hand up like he was pinching and said: "Partially, but I hope something exciting happens. But no matter what house we will always be friends, Hermione."
She smiled brightly at that. And Jibanyan looked at them with a raised brow. Harry peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down. He smirked as he felt an abundance of magic drawing closer and closer, putting his hat away he cracked his neck. Soon a voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
Jibanyan took that as his que and climbed back into the carrier and went to sleep curled up with a cat girl idol plushy. Harry gave hedwig a gentle neck scratch with his finger making her hoot happily. Soon the train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Hermione shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, Hermione and Harry heard a familiar voice: "First' years! First' years over here! All right there, Harry, Mione?"
Harry replied: "Hey Hagrid, good ro see you made it back safely."
The red headed boy from earlier said seeing Hagrid: "Wow!"
Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads and he called out: "C'mon, follow me -- any more first' years? Mind your step, now! First' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. Hagrid looked back over his shoulder and said: "You'll get yer first' sight of' Hogwarts in a sec, jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
Harry outstretched his arm and easily caught Hermione who was about to trip. She thanked him and soon enough, the narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. Hagrid then called out: "No more'n four to a boat!"
Harry and Hermione climbed into one with the nearly albino boy he met the other day and a thin blonde haired girl. "Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then -- FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. Hagrid called out: "Heads down!"
Hagrid ducked as boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door. He turned to face them and said: "Everyone here?"
Seeing everyone he nodded his head and turned to raise his gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door. The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross. "The first' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
The witch woman replied: "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could fit the whole house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -- the rest of the school must already be here -- but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "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 is 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 house 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 rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
She examined everyone and Harry pulled out his Amulet as he looked at a nervous Hermione and gently touched her pinky with his and they locked them together as she was a nervous wreck.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. Hernione swallowed and said: "I read that they have an enchanted hat who can tell one's best traits and figure out what house they'd be in."
Soon they heard: "What the -- ?"
About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance--"
But another then said: "My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost -- I say, what are you all doing here?"
Nobody answered and Harry said: "Nice, more ghosts. I actually know quite a few of them back home. Even a half-vampire."
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely. Each of the ghosts wished them luck and flew off through the walls and were gone. Soon the boy from the robes shop says: "Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
He steps up closer and inspects Harry and says: "So it is you."
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Harry then said: "Well nowadays, I go by Strange instead of Potter. As I was raised by Stephan Strange, perhaps you heard of him."
Everyone non-muggle born witch or wizard began whispering: "The Sorcerer Supreme!? He was raised by him… I heard the man is more powerful than Dumbledore and had no magical parents… even my parents acknowledge the man and his might."
Draco then said: "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Harry had a dull smirk and said: "We'll see Malfoy, we'll see for now let us finish with the day."
Soon enough Professor McGonagall had returned to the first years and she looked out amongst them and said: "Now, form a line, and follow me please."
Everyone lined up in three separate lines and followed the Professor across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. The vast hall was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens. Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. As Harry began to stare at the hate, the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing:
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 than 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 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 Hufflepuffs 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 find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make 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!
Harry shook his head at how stupid this was and he was completely right. The song was bloody unnecessary. But the whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. Guess it was great since it was a talking hat. So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Harry. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Harry gave a dry chuckle and trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit annoyed, that would have been the one for him. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause -- "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her. Soon another name was called Susan Bones who went to Hufflepuff, then a guy named Boot to Raven Claw. The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them. Soon more and more names till he looked up and heard: "Hermione Granger!"
He gave her a comforting nudge as she smiled and walked up. Several Professors saw this, more importantly a certain DADA teacher who quirked a brow. Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. The hat pondered and called out: "Ravenclaw!"
The table cheered happily and soon Harry crossed his arms and began to wait and after several others he heard Harry Potter-Strange."
Harry began to step forward as all eyes were on him and everyone went dead silent. Taking a seat as the hat was placed upon his head soon he felt someone probing his mind and knew it was the hat so he let him in and the hat said in a low voice: "Ah, a descendant of my creator. Truly something, for you, is difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting… yet honorable, kind, and wise beyond your years. So where shall I put you?"
Harry then replied: "Does it really matter, but I want to prove to everyone that Slytherin is not just a house of dark magic users. I want everyone to see that they are no different than anyone else."
The hat smiled and said: "Very well then, SLYTHERIN!"
Harry smirked and everyone looked stunned and shocked. Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat as a badge of the house of slytherin appeared on his robe and someone shouted from the Slytherin table: "We've got POTTER!"
Taking his seat beside Draco, he looked at Hermione who looked a bit saddened they were not in the same house, but he gave her a reassuring nod and she smiled. Soon enough the rest of the sorting ceremony continued. Looking toward the head table he saw a slight frown on the Headmasters face, Harry inwardly smirked and mentally said: "Nice try old man, I figured you'd want me to be your personal guard dog, not happening."
He looked and gave Hagrid a two finger salute and the man smiled softly, but had a look of sadness.
Harry spotted Professor Quirrell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban and his scar flared a bit and he frowned. As the ceremony ended Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Draco scoffed as food emerged on the plates before their eyes: "That man is mad."
Harry shook his head and said: "No he meant that each house has a flaw, Gryffindor although are brave, their bravery can lead to them being idiots, hufflepuff are primarily lazy and are loyal but hardly do any task, Ravenclaw always seek and horde knowledge those they are glutton, like Gryffindor is to lustful in an adventurous way hufflepuff is sloth and use, our house has known to have less social skills and having a hard time accepting change thus why we are tweek and prideful, thus prove we get easily jealous."
The entire house heard this and pondered, it made so much sense. On the table was: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs. Soon he heard someone a third year ask: "So Harry, what is it like living with the Sorcerer Supreme, bet you know tons of things."
Harry cut up his steak and said: "Mainly wandless magic and much knowledge on magic creatures and items, though dad wanted me to have somewhat of a non-magical childhood and wanted me to follow my own path."
Eating his steak he said: "Huh, a perfectly cooked steak."
The female prefect Gemma Farley said: "So what is like living in the muggle world."
Harry pondered and said: Not that much different, surprised the British Ministry never knew of several near apocalyptic events happening. They need to open up more to the world than any other magic community has and they have no problems."
Crabbe asked: "Really?"
Harry nodded his head and said: "Believe me their is more than mystical elements at work within our world, beyond the stars actual aliens exist and around the world many various superheroes and villains with world dominating skims exist, if you don't believe me, have an owl fetch a muggle news paper or ask your families to find out."
Continuing with his steak he looked up and saw Hermione chatting with her house and noticed a few Gryffindors giving him the stink eye. He chuckled and said: "Looks like the Gryffindors are pissed. Too bad, I follow my own path and no one else's, I am not a sheep."
Soon once mostly everyone had their fill of the main course, all the food was replaced with various deserts ranging from: Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, cookies, brownies strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding… and other puddings. Harry got some brownies and put butter pecan ice cream on it and began digging in. Harry looked once more at the head table and saw Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. Then he asked: "Who is that man talking to Professor Quirrell?"
A male fourth year student said: "Oh you know stuttering Quirrell, well that man is the Head of our house, Professor Snape. He teaches potions and is extremely hard on anyone who isn't a Slytherin."
Harry then said: "I see… well then hope no issues occur this year."
Just as everyone was finished with dessert, Professor Dumbledore stood up and said: "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Harry scoffed and said: "Oh sure, like any kid or rebellious person would not do it. Reverse psychology doesn't work that easily."
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.
And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot, just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Harry groaned and said: "Dear god, what an awful song."
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. "Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Following Gemma through the hall and down a flight of stairs, he noticed they were heading into the dungeons and stopped at the center of a corridor. Gemma turned to the wall and said: "Parselmouth."
A portion of the wall pushed in and moved aside to reveal a doorway and everyone entered and looked at the dungeon-like room. The entire room has a green tinge, low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas, skulls, and dark wood cupboards. It is decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins. It has quite a grand atmosphere, but also quite a cold one. Gemma then faced her first year and told them of the two spiral down staircases leading to various hallways and their own private rooms as the girls were on the left and guys on the right. Harry entered his dorm room and saw the staircase went down six stories and had three hallways on each story and most likely had many rooms.
Entering his room he saw a round room where four-poster beds were covered in green eiderdowns with green curtains, a wooden nightstand next to it and their school trunk at the foot of the bed. A wooden board was situated on either side of the bed. A wooden chair and dresser were located near the nightstand and the window. A book and a piece of parchment were located on the nightstand. A wooden bookcase was located on the other side of the bed with books on top of it. The walls and floors were made of stone.
The dorm had a green carpet with the house crest in the center and two spherical lamps on either side. Small alcoves were located on either side of the bed. As the four-poster beds were covered in the house colors with the house crest on them. The four poster beds had two shelves at the back of the bed, an owl perch on one side, a small carpet next to the bed and a wooden nightstand at the end of the bed on one side. There was a wooden table in the center of the dormitory with a stack of books with an hourglass on top of them, an open book with a Self-Writing Quill, parchments and a plant in a flower pot on it. The dorm had a centrally located stove in the center of the dormitory next to the table. Noticing Hedwig was on her perch he stroked her lovingly and said: "Hey girl, can't wait for tomorrow."
She cooed and nuzzled his finger and soon Harry passed out after sending a message to his parents giving a review of his day. Meanwhile in New York, Dr. Strange checked his phone and smiled seeing the message and looked at his sleeping beloved who laid on his chest and kissed her forehead.
Main pairing is Harry x Hermione, yes I'd prefer this shipping as it was the pilot shipping for the books. But anyway as for a harem, tell me what I have a few in mind. Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass are confirmed. But as for the D.A I liked the name the Hallows Army. Also Ron will not be Harry's friend, Fred and George are. As for why Harry is not in Gryffindor, he wants to prove that the Slytherins are not a dark wizard house and Hermione