Chapter Two: Friends and Enemies

Godric rubbed his ear and arm, and hissed at the slight pressure of his fingertips against his burning skin. It was broken; he knew it and on his right arm, "dang." He muttered softly biting his lip hard as not to let the others see.

"I shouldn't have done that." He sighed dropping into the first empty compartment, * you idiot, they probably know who you are now. * he thought bitterly roughly rolling over the seat. "Shut up." He muttered.

** You shut up. You know they're going to be like all the others.** the voice persisted.

Godric laid in stubborn silence, his thoughts and fears getting the better of him, half way through the trip he was so flustered by the voice that he threaten a small first year, for blocking the hall. Obviously, not the greatest of way to start the new transfer.

Now as he pasted compartments, whispers erupted and heads would peer out to have a look at the "new kid." He would glare at them, first years would shriek and leave, others would glare back and on one occasion and entire compartment of girls giggled frantically.

On the occasion of returning from the food trolley (which he had slept through when it passed) he found three people sitting in his compartment.

Hermoine's head looked up at the entrance of a new person, in his hand was a chocolate frog and in the other a bag of Berrty Botts every flavored beans. At first she didn't recognize him, and he just stood there a look of panic and confusion on his face, but then her eyes widened with realization. He must have seen to, for his eyes widened with even greater size, and he began to sputter for words.

Harry sat in the corner with Ron opposite of Hermoine, and stared at Godric.or at lest Ron thought it was as well as his grandmother who had repeated his name. The name Godric carved in the dirt flashed in front of his eyes, as he spoke.

"Um.sorry must have the wrong compartment." He turned quickly, awkwardly hitting his head on the compartment door in his rush. He didn't utter a sound of shock, surprise, or pain; on the contrary, his face became a darker shade of red.

"You don't have to go." Hermoine interjected as he slid the door open. Harry was shocked to hear her voice he was so concentrated on Godric he forgot about everyone else. But he stopped his body ridged, as he turned back around, and reentered. Hermoine gestured towards the seat next to her. For the first few seconds he just stood there, as though contemplating running out or staying. He did eventually make up his mind for he sat down slowly by Hermoine, gripping his chocolate frog and beans in his left hand.

** Ahhhh!!! ** Godric's head screamed. They were just staring at him, he began to feel self-conscious, he glanced at his right arm to make sure it didn't look broken, he inwardly sighed, he looked normal. ** Okay, as soon as you get something in you're mouth you don't have to talk. ** He brought his left hand to his lap and dropped the chocolate frog in his lap and began laboring over bag of jelly beans, all the while the three other people staring at him.

"Do you need any help?"

It was the girl again, she held out her hand and Godric just stared at it before slowly handing the bag over. Then relaxed as she focused on opening the bag, he watched her thoughtfully. She was pretty, that was the first thought that entered his mind, followed by nice, sweet, I guess its okay to talk to her, what about the others.Wait she's handing the bag back, say something you idiot!

Hermoine locked eyes with the boy, handing his bag of candy back, there had been a smile on his face when she first started handing it then it turned into another look of uncertainty. She then smiled as his hand moved to take the bag, and a soft "Thank you, " murmured past his lips.

"What's your name?"

** Thank god for Ron. ** Harry thought, as his jealousy level began to decline, when Godric jumped slightly and moved away from Hermoine.

"Godric." he responded slowly, "yours?"

Ron smiled at his attempt to get a conversation going working. "Ron, and that's Hermoine next to you, and Harry. Harry Potter." He added quickly. Ron resumed his smug smile, as Godric paused on Harry. ** This should keep it from getting uncomfortable. ** He thought leaning back.

Hermoine seemed to be the only one to notice the lack of interest in Harry coming from Godric, who was staring waiting for Ron or Harry to say something.

"So." she began "what year are you?" She hoped acting as if she didn't know would spark some kind of responds.

" um. I don't know." He stated flatly. "You guys are 6th years right?" Hermoine nodded as did Ron and Harry. "So you know that kid from earlier," he added quietly. Again everyone nodded.

"You really feel sorry for Malfoy?" Ron blurted out, laughing. Godric looked up to see everyone laughing.

" Well, yeah." he laughed

The rest of the train ride was not as uncomfortable; Hermoine would occasionally get Godric to talk about himself. Though most of the time, he just sat back smile and laugh. The only person who seemed still paranoid about Godric was Harry himself; who had begun to notice Godric never using his right hand/arm to grab anything or move it at all. Most of all the instant connection that Hermoine and Godric were having was stirring something up inside of him, making in a way hate him. Harry could tell that Godric was interested in Hermoine by the way he continually watched her out of the corner of his eye when he wasn't talking. Harry couldn't tell though about Hermoine, she seemed like she just wanted to help him out, but jealousy wouldn't let Harry drop the feeling of anger towards Godric.

Hermoine smiled up at Harry as Godric, talked with Ron about Quidditch, apparently Godric turned out to be a fan of Ron's favorite team. The Cudley Cannons. "So Harry, happy meet the guy who just beat Draco?"

Harry smiled, "yeah that defiantly is on my top moments list." He laughed. "Seems Ron and him are getting along pretty well." Both he and Hermoine turned and looked at the two, who were now singing the Cannons fight song for the third time.

Around that time the train began to slow down, "Oh we're getting close." Hermoine said, "You might want to put on your school uniforms." Hermoine, who was already decked out in her school uniform, complete with house patch on her cloak. Harry and Ron both nodded and began to gather their things. Godric forgetting about his arm, stood up to began to remove his jacket, to put on his cloak, but instead yelped at the sudden pain shooting up his arm. Everyone's head whirled around at him, as he tried to tug off the jacket as gently as he could, but only provided a view of his arm in which now the bone was pressed firmly against the skin and popping in and out of place. He quickly turned around before anyone could notice and biting down hard on his bottom lip suppressed followed cries.

The Hogwarts express came to a complete stop, and the students clambered off, Harry, Ron, Hermoine, and Godric all moved with the crowd of students; minus the first years, to the carriages drawn bye those skeleton death horse, invisible to those who haven't experienced a matter surrounding death. Harry boarded the carriage without hesitation, followed by Ron, and Hermoine who couldn't see them anyway. Godric however paused before entering, and sitting across from Harry stated, "You have some strange ways of find things to pull these."

"You see them??" Harry asked surprised

"Yeah. Can't everyone??" Godric asked confused at the sudden burst of Harry's voice, but Harry didn't answer. He sat in thought; silence fell in the carriage and continued even as Godric departed from the other three to be sorted.

Hermoine, Ron, and Harry all sat at the Gryffindor table, waiting for the feast to begin, chatted with some friends they haven't seen, but then rested on talking amongst one another.

"What do you think about Godric." Ron asked generally, " he seems pretty okay to me, especially after he showed up Malfoy." Harry looked at Ron questionably.

"Don't you know him Ron?" Harry asked. Ron looked a little confused, but then understood.

"Oh you heard me back there, I thought I did but the one I knew would be a teacher if he were to go here. He graduated with Percy.

" How come we never knew him." Hermoine chimed in as the sorting hat began his song.

" You didn't? He was popular for the 7th years. Really smart.I guess you guys didn't know him cause of Percy."

"Well wasn't he in Gryffindor?" Harry asked leaning across the table to hear as the hat finished and applause filled the room.

"No.I think, yeah he was, he was the Slytherin prefect."

Harry and Hermoines' questions were cut off by Dumbldore's booming voice. " Before we actually begin sorting I would like to announce that we will be having a new teacher joining us this year. Mr. Godric Riddle will be teaching your Defense Against the Dark Arts Classes, and I do hope you will give respect both, during and outside of class, making him feel welcomed here at Hogwarts.

Around the great hall jaws dropped as Godric stepped forward, waving his hand at the students of the hall, a scared smile plastered on his face.

"Maybe that was him after all."

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