Disclaimer: All the characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, may we be humbled by her.
(May we also wish for her fifth book.) Suing me will get you nothing but a major headache and lawyer bills.
Chapter 2: Getting To Know The Wild Child
After Harry devoured all the meat he wanted and all the wonderful things called desserts, he followed his new fellow comrade, Ron, up the twisting corridors of Hogwarts. Most of the Gryffindors were stuck at starring at awe in Ron for befriending Harry, wondering if he'd lost his mind, or wondering if the new wild looking Gryffindor would kill them all in their sleep. They seriously hoped it wasn't the latter, none of them were quite ready to die just yet.
Upon arriving at the portrait of the fat lady, Harry became intrigued. Why had he and all the little people stopped in front of an adult who didn't look real or even alive? When the fat lady spoke, Harry let out a feral growl and attempted to attack the portrait, but was held back by Ron and the help of another Gryffindor first year, Dean Thomas.
Once Ron and Dean had Harry calmed down, they explained exactly what the portrait was and it's function to the irate young boy before them. Upon entering the room, the other children gave the trio a wide berth. They were quite afraid of what Harry would do to them if they were in their way. The boys decided to head up to their dorm room and get to know one another.
Ron told everyone about his family and all his favorite things, such as the Chudley Cannons. Dean told everyone that he was a muggle-born wizard (which Harry did not understand) and that he loved soccer (we call it football). Then Seamus Finnigan introduced himself. He was quite hyper and excited and it took a bit for them to decipher through his accent that he was born from a muggle man and a witch mother. Neville Longbottom was next to go, he stuttered so much from fear of Harry, that they could barely understand him.
"Why do you talk like that?" Harry asked him, unsure of why the boy stammered as he did.
"Wh-what d-d-do you me-mean?" Neville asked.
"You're stammerin' mate. T'ain't notin to be 'fraid of, we're all friends here. It's not like we're goin' to eat ya, or attack ya...OH!!!! You're 'fraid of Harry!" Seamus said.
"Why?" Harry grunted.
"Well, um, you see... I just am, okay?!" Neville all but practically fled from the room after that statement and the others just stared at his retreating figure.
"Mental that one, I'm telling you. I mean, there isn't nothin' to be afraid of. Harry seems pretty harmless to me. I just think he's a chicken. Course, that makes me wonder how he became a Gryffindor to start with. Guess we'll just have to wait and see." Ron muttered just loud enough for the others in the room to hear.
After they had all had their fill on stories of each other's lives, they turned towards Harry. They inquired as to where he had lived all this time, quite curious as to how he survived on his own. Harry just gave them all a frosty look that stated to them that they were treading in territory that they shouldn't be and they should back out slowly, with their hands held up, indicating they mean no harm. So, this is exactly what they did. Deciding it was late and they had classes to attend the next day, they decided to familiarize Harry with what a bed was. They were sure that if they left him to his own devices he'd end up sleeping on the floor instead of the bed.
"Well mate, time to sleep and we'll wake you in the morning. Uh, just don't try to hurt us or nothin', kay?" Ron said. Harry just grunted and got into bed like the others instructed him to do. He decided that he definitely liked the bed better than the ground. The bed was soft and warm, while the ground was cold, hard, and unforgiving on one's system.
The next morning, when the other boys woke up, there was a debate on who would wake up young Harry, and how. None of them seemed up to the task, all though they needn't have worried, he was already up. He found their fighting quite amusing. When Harry cleared his throat, all his roommates jumped in fright.
"Oh, you're up already, huh? That's good. Well, um, maybe you should, uh, ya know, take a shower and change," Seamus shakily said.
"Shower? Change? Change what and what is a shower?" Harry asked quizzically.
"Uh-huh! We ain't touchin' this one! We'll go get ya a teacher to help ya out there. But, um, I don't think it ought to be McGonagal on the account that, well, he's a boy. Maybe we should ask Headmaster Dumbledore?" Dean said.
With nods from the heads of his fellow house mates, they all set off to find the headmaster with Harry in toe. None were quite willing to be the ones that explained the concept of a shower to their new friend or the idea of clean clothes that actually looked like clothes. Heading towards they Great Hall, they noticed that the Headmaster was sitting at the staff table and they determinedly headed his way.
"Ah, boys! What can I do for you this glorious morning? Is something wrong? Harry, you didn't eat any of your house mates, did you," Dumbledore asked with twinkle in his eye. Harry harrumphed at the idea and his house mates explained the predicament they had come across. Explaining that they figured he'd know what to do.
"Hmm, difficult indeed. Well, I am much too old to deal with such a spry young lad, so I believe I will ask Professors Lupin, Black, and Snape to deal with young Harry's dilemma. If you'd please, gentlemen?" Dumbledore kindly addressed the mentioned teachers.
These very teachers were looking at Dumbledore as if he had just asked them to go hog tied to fight a hippogriff.
"You..you can't be serious, are you headmaster?" Lupin stumbled over his words.
"I mean, the boy will kill us!"shrieked Black in horror.
"As loathed as I am to admit it, I believe Black is right. The boy, if he is like an animal, which I'm sure he is, will not take kindly to such treatment. It would sign our death warrants," Snape replied.
"Oh, quite serious. Off you go," Dumbledore replied. The three men gulped and moved along with the boy in question to start the fate that would surely lead them to their demise.
TBC
Sorry! I know it is short, but I promise the next chapter will be much longer! Hopefully I will get the next chapter out faster as well. I know where I want to go with the story now that I got through the stage of introducing the more prudent characters.
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