Important Author's Note: I , Samalander, know next to nothing about Harry Potter. In fact, I have just now gotten over my extreme hatred of the series and the ideas in general. I wrote this because I was bored, and because I thought it would amuse certain individuals. I hope it enrages you. Feel free to flame me, but please try to be eloquent about it. I won't take anything into consideration if you send me a review stating that my fic "sucks". I do not own Harry Potter or any other things having to do with him, though I do wish I could get Alan Rickman to take off his pants. Harry's, I mean. Wolf, Nuncio, and Kiyoshi are all my creations and you cannot have them unless you are planning to involve them in a mass orgy. If that is the case, practice safe Zechs. Use a Gundam.
Have a nice day.
SAMALANDER'S BOOK OF NOTHING AND EVERYTHING PRESENTS:
Shh! A Harry Potter fic.
Chapter One: The Sharpest Part of the Pointlessness is the Beginning.
It didn't help that Draco had pushed him in the mud.
It was another cold, dreary, drizzling night, typical of the region, and Harry Potter was trudging back to his dorm alone. His blue jacket was sopping wet and dripping mud, and the cold was making his glasses fog up. Angrily he kicked a loose rock, then slipped in a puddle and fell on his face. His glasses skittered into the darkness.
"Bloody hell," He cursed, propping himself up on his elbows and looking around for his glasses. The rain had really started to come down, and thunder growled in the distance. Harry crawled forward, feeling blindly for his glasses.
Something flashed ahead of him, and he looked up. Though a flash of lightning, he saw a cloaked figure hurrying across the courtyard. The afterimage warped and twisted in the dark. He squinted, drawing a sharp breath, as another flash of lightning revealed the cloaked figure disappearing into the administrations building. Harry groped in the darkness for a moment, grabbed his glasses, and took off after the figure without bothering to put them on.
When he got to the building, however, the doors were locked, and there was no sign of whoever he'd seen. After snooping around for a few moments, he slopped back to his dorm, puzzled.
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He was one of those kids whose glance sent chills up your spine. Pale and thin, with burning blue eyes barely visible under shaggy white hair. His uniform hung off of him and stuck out at odd angles, making him look even stranger. He kept his eyes on the ground for most of Snape's speech.
"...Be accompanying you to your classes today, Draco," Snape was saying. "As he doesn't yet have classes of his own. His name is, ah... a-ahh..." He fumbled with a sheaf of papers, hands shaking, as the boy turned his eyes on him. "Kiyoshi Kamagaki."
The boy—Kiyoshi-- turned his gaze on Draco, who froze before he could say anything. He stared for a moment, then looked at the ground again. As if released by a spell, Draco sneered and said, "Well welcome, Kamagaki. Breakfast is in ten minutes."
The new boy followed timidly behind while Draco and his friends walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. Gregory kept casting nervous glances behind him, and Vincent was grinning and giggling. "'S he a boy or a girl?" He whispered loudly.
Draco elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Can it, Crabbe. There's something weird about that kid."
"He won't stop looking at me," Gregory whined.
Draco snorted. "He isn't looking at you. He's looking at his shoes, and let's hope he keeps at it. Those eyes of his--"
"Malfoy!" Came the call across the courtyard. Draco snarled and spat.
Harry Potter was running towards them. "I know it was you sneaking around the administrations building last night. I saw you! What're you up to this time?"
"Breakfast," Draco replied coolly, not bothering to stop. "Since when is that a crime? And I was inside all last night while you played outside in the rain, chasing ghosts."
Harry glared, then blinked and stared as Kiyoshi moved past him, eyes on the ground. The pale boy flicked a glance up at Potter, then away. Ice shot through Harry's heart. Something about that boy... He hurried to catch up to the spirit-eyed boy. "Hey," He panted as the boy picked up his pace, trying to avoid him. "Are you new?"
The boy refused to answer, plodding along, his coat swinging off of him, eyes on the ground. "Hey, you!" Harry said, louder. "Where'd you come from?" When the boy still didn't respond, Harry grabbed him by the wrist, pink fingers encircling the boy's blue-white skin. A jolt of electricity passed between them, and he let go, fingers tingling. He shook his hand, wincing, as the boy hurried away, following Draco and his cronies. Harry shook his head. That new kid's got to have something to do with who I saw last night, He thought, walking slowly to the Great Hall. I just have to figure out what.