1 Chapter 2
The noise in the Great Hall diminished suddenly as Professor McGonagall led the new first years, all of whom looked incredibly frightened, up to the front of the hall. The sorting hat sat, as usual, on its stool just in front of the first years. Hermione tore her gaze away from Harry to watch.
Suddenly, just as Professor McGonagall started to call out the names, Harry noticed the boy he had seen earlier standing at the end of the line, looking exactly like he had done earlier. Harry was startled. Surely this boy must be older than eleven? His thoughts were interrupted by the first new Gryffindor (Ball, Arthur) being welcomed to the Gryffindor table. He forgot about the new boy and concentrated on the sorting until after all the first years had been sorted and McGonagall stood up.
"I'm sure all of you are wondering who the young man standing behind me is," she began.
"Hell yeah," muttered Harry, but not loudly enough for any of his friends to hear him.
"His name," continued McGonagall, " is Christian de Neuvillette. He is a transfer student from Beauxbatons and has decided that Hogwarts would be more to his liking. He will be joining the fifth year, but will be sorted in the conventional fashion."
Harry's stomach gave a jolt. The gorgeous blond boy, who he now knew to be called Christian, was in his year. Now all he needed to do was get sorted into Gryffindor. Harry crossed his fingers.
Christian wandered towards the stool, and sat down with the hat on his head. The hall waited in silence for a moment, with Harry on the edge of his seat in anticipation. The hat opened the slit near the brim.
"Slytherin!" it shouted. Harry fell backwards off his seat in surprise and landed with a thud, making the whole of the hall turn and look at him. Slightly red in the face, he got up and sat back down at his place, staring at his food and ignoring the people laughing at him. How could Christian be in Slytherin? He seemed so nice. Still, thought Harry, the hat had wanted to put him in Slytherin too, so maybe it had made the same mistake. Christian might not have known about Slytherin's reputation, and therefore not asked not to be put there. Yes, that had to be it. Feeling more cheerful, he sat up and joined in with the general chatter at the Gryffindor table, occasionally catching Christian's eye and smiling slightly, not remotely aware that Christian's were not the only pair of eyes that were watching him from the Slytherin table.
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Draco Malfoy sat at his seat at the Slytherin table, watching Harry Potter across the hall. Potter really is incredibly good looking, mused Draco. It's a pity he thinks I'm so evil, otherwise I might ask him out. But I can't do that, he's much too good for me. Trust me to like the most popular, good-looking boy in the school. He could never like me. Draco got up and walked out of the hall, closely followed by Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson.
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Christian sat on his own at the end of the Slytherin table. He watched the boy with the black hair, emerald eyes and glasses at the Gryffindor table chatting with his friends, laughing, and looking at him. When he got up, Christian waited a second, then walked up to two of the boys who had been sitting with his dark haired boy at the Gryffindor table.
"Excuse me," he said politely. The two boys turned to face him, and an expression of disgust crossed the face of one of them as he realised he was talking to a Slytherin.
"Seamus!" muttered the other, then turned back to Christian. "Yes?" he said, in a voice that showed quite clearly he was trying very hard to conceal his prejudice.
"Who is that boy over there?" asked Christian, pointing to the dark haired boy, who was now climbing the stairs with one of his friends. He had a low voice with just a hint of a French accent to it.
"Him?" replied the boy Christian was talking to, with an expression of disbelief on his face. "That's Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter," repeated Christian. "Who's that with him?"
"Hermione Granger. The cleverest witch in our year. She's one of his best friends, and hopelessly in love with him."
"Oh, she is, is she?" muttered Christian angrily, reaching for his wand.
"Leave it!" warned the boy. "She's no threat, we're pretty sure Harry's gay. You like him then?" he questioned, upon seeing the grin on Christian's face.
"Oh, definitely!" exclaimed Christian. "He's… he's…"
"Gorgeous?" suggested the boy. "Well, he's single anyway."
"Thanks," breathed Christian, unable to take his eyes off Harry. "I guess I'll see you around then.. erm.."
"Dean, Dean Thomas," filled in the other boy. "And this is Seamus Finnegan," he added, pointing to his now scowling friend.
"Right," muttered Christian, nodding. "Bye then." He walked off, murmuring "Harry Potter" under his breath and wondering how on earth he was going to find his dormitory.
The noise in the Great Hall diminished suddenly as Professor McGonagall led the new first years, all of whom looked incredibly frightened, up to the front of the hall. The sorting hat sat, as usual, on its stool just in front of the first years. Hermione tore her gaze away from Harry to watch.
Suddenly, just as Professor McGonagall started to call out the names, Harry noticed the boy he had seen earlier standing at the end of the line, looking exactly like he had done earlier. Harry was startled. Surely this boy must be older than eleven? His thoughts were interrupted by the first new Gryffindor (Ball, Arthur) being welcomed to the Gryffindor table. He forgot about the new boy and concentrated on the sorting until after all the first years had been sorted and McGonagall stood up.
"I'm sure all of you are wondering who the young man standing behind me is," she began.
"Hell yeah," muttered Harry, but not loudly enough for any of his friends to hear him.
"His name," continued McGonagall, " is Christian de Neuvillette. He is a transfer student from Beauxbatons and has decided that Hogwarts would be more to his liking. He will be joining the fifth year, but will be sorted in the conventional fashion."
Harry's stomach gave a jolt. The gorgeous blond boy, who he now knew to be called Christian, was in his year. Now all he needed to do was get sorted into Gryffindor. Harry crossed his fingers.
Christian wandered towards the stool, and sat down with the hat on his head. The hall waited in silence for a moment, with Harry on the edge of his seat in anticipation. The hat opened the slit near the brim.
"Slytherin!" it shouted. Harry fell backwards off his seat in surprise and landed with a thud, making the whole of the hall turn and look at him. Slightly red in the face, he got up and sat back down at his place, staring at his food and ignoring the people laughing at him. How could Christian be in Slytherin? He seemed so nice. Still, thought Harry, the hat had wanted to put him in Slytherin too, so maybe it had made the same mistake. Christian might not have known about Slytherin's reputation, and therefore not asked not to be put there. Yes, that had to be it. Feeling more cheerful, he sat up and joined in with the general chatter at the Gryffindor table, occasionally catching Christian's eye and smiling slightly, not remotely aware that Christian's were not the only pair of eyes that were watching him from the Slytherin table.
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Draco Malfoy sat at his seat at the Slytherin table, watching Harry Potter across the hall. Potter really is incredibly good looking, mused Draco. It's a pity he thinks I'm so evil, otherwise I might ask him out. But I can't do that, he's much too good for me. Trust me to like the most popular, good-looking boy in the school. He could never like me. Draco got up and walked out of the hall, closely followed by Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson.
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Christian sat on his own at the end of the Slytherin table. He watched the boy with the black hair, emerald eyes and glasses at the Gryffindor table chatting with his friends, laughing, and looking at him. When he got up, Christian waited a second, then walked up to two of the boys who had been sitting with his dark haired boy at the Gryffindor table.
"Excuse me," he said politely. The two boys turned to face him, and an expression of disgust crossed the face of one of them as he realised he was talking to a Slytherin.
"Seamus!" muttered the other, then turned back to Christian. "Yes?" he said, in a voice that showed quite clearly he was trying very hard to conceal his prejudice.
"Who is that boy over there?" asked Christian, pointing to the dark haired boy, who was now climbing the stairs with one of his friends. He had a low voice with just a hint of a French accent to it.
"Him?" replied the boy Christian was talking to, with an expression of disbelief on his face. "That's Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter," repeated Christian. "Who's that with him?"
"Hermione Granger. The cleverest witch in our year. She's one of his best friends, and hopelessly in love with him."
"Oh, she is, is she?" muttered Christian angrily, reaching for his wand.
"Leave it!" warned the boy. "She's no threat, we're pretty sure Harry's gay. You like him then?" he questioned, upon seeing the grin on Christian's face.
"Oh, definitely!" exclaimed Christian. "He's… he's…"
"Gorgeous?" suggested the boy. "Well, he's single anyway."
"Thanks," breathed Christian, unable to take his eyes off Harry. "I guess I'll see you around then.. erm.."
"Dean, Dean Thomas," filled in the other boy. "And this is Seamus Finnegan," he added, pointing to his now scowling friend.
"Right," muttered Christian, nodding. "Bye then." He walked off, murmuring "Harry Potter" under his breath and wondering how on earth he was going to find his dormitory.
