Hogwarts's New Dead Poets Society

A/N: I don't own anything; however, this is my story idea kinda.and if you want my true reasoning behind it.it's simple, Fanfiction.net doesn't have any places for Dead Poets Society.

Chapter 1

Percy Weasley walked into the just in time to see the new Gryffindor sit down. The young man looked about his age and had brown hair, however he seemed different from the other new people who had ever come to Hogwarts.he was talking in verse and making a complete ass out of himself.

The young man walked over to Percy, opened his mouth, and in an American accent said, "Hello, my name is Charlie Dalton, but you can call me Nuwanda."

With those couple of words, Percy's world changed forever.

Percy walked up to his dorm with Oliver discussing 'Nuwanda'. When they reached the door they saw Nuwanda lying on his bed and reading a books of some kind.

"What are you reading, um.Nuwanda?" Percy asked.

"Walt Whitman."

"Who?" Oliver asked.

Nuwanda put on a shocked face, "Don't tell me that you people don't know who Walt Whitman is. You know the poet who wrote 'O Captain! My Captain!' and all those poems."

Oliver begun to laugh, "You mean you are reading Poetry! What kind of a sissy are you?"

A/N: okay that's all of chapter 1.it's just to spark up interest so don't say that it's too short. Well, I know that DPS and HP take place in different timeperiods.but this is my fan-fic and I am using my imagination. Please review and I will update.or don't review and I will still update.