[ The New Kid ]
[ Chapter 2 ]
Lucas James entered the Great Hall it was to hushed silence and hundreds of heads turned in his direction.
Great he thought As if I wasn't nervous already. He walked slowly to the Slytherin table where a space for him was cleared immediately. He thought it was funny that even though he wasn't Harry anymore people still fawned over him.
Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat and all eyes reluctantly turned to the old man.
"We have a new 6th year student with us today, Lucas James. He has been sorted into Slytherin and I trust that you all will welcome him to Hogwarts. With that said, let's eat!" and he sat down leaving the rest of the students to gawk at him while he looked at his surroundings nervously.
When the shock seemed to have died down voices came at him from all directions.
"Hi Lucas, I'm Pansy Parkinson."
"Hey Lucas, I'm Crabbe, this is Goyle." and a more distinct voice.
"Hello Lucas, I'm Draco Malfoy." and a pale, slender hand reached across the table. Lucas shook it and smiled.
"You can just call me Luke." He smiled at everyone, trying to be as nice as possible and acting as though he had no idea who they were.
"So, Luke where are you from?" Asked Draco who was now sitting across from him.
"The Alaskan School of Wizardry." Lucas answered quickly, remembering his cover story.
"Then why do you have the accent?" Asked Pansy.
"I was born in England but I was sent to ASW because my parents wanted me to be more 'worldly'" he answered, not missing a beat. He even used his two fingers to accentuate the word "worldly". "My parents died though, so now I live with my aunt who decided it would be easier on her if I was closer to home."
"How did they die?" asked Blaise, not sounding the least bit sensitive to the subject.
"Um...a raid...on my house...by some people...who where raiding the house." He said trying to make his story as convincing as possible. The rest of the table nodded wisely, looking as though they all had experienced raids on their homes at one point in their lives.
"Probably that muggle lover, Weasley" Draco said sneering at the table across the hall.
"Yeah. Probably" Lucas said absent-mindly. It was going to be difficult pretending to hate his closest friends. But it was either that or lose them, so he was ready to take any chances.
"Wait, you don't know who did it?" A person who had been listening questioned.
"Oh, um...no. I wasn't allowed to know details. My aunt...Kelly said it would be too distressing." Lucas said, his story faltering. "But I still want to go get acquainted with the dorms. Can someone tell me the password?" He asked standing up. Draco stood up with him.
"I'll just come up with you." and they walked together out of the Great Hall, turning heads as they did.
[ Chapter 2, Part 2 ]
"Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but it's nice to finally have someone up to my brain capacity in Slytherin." Said Draco, smiling at Lucas.
"Oh? So the Slytherin's aren't too bright then?"
"I guess. I mean Pansy is always throwing herself at guys, Crabbe and Goyle, well, I guess you'll see soon enough and Blaise is just very agressive. It'll be nice to have someone normal around for a change."
Lucas laughed. He was liking this side of Draco and trying his hardest to pretend that there was no other side. He had to get through this somehow.
They reached the Slytherin Dormitories eventually, their conversation ceasing a few minutes prior.
"Pureblood" Draco muttered and walked through the hole that now appeared in the stone wall. They continued walking until Draco spoke up again "I wonder where Potter was today."
Harry looked to him quickly, startled that Draco had even noticed, but then quickly recovered. Draco noticed.
"Sorry, just thinking out loud."
"Where you a friend of his?"
Draco snorted, "Hardly. I just wonder where he's off to. Probably somewhere heroic and dangerous knowing him. Thinks he can handle anything, that one. Dumb luck isn't a virtue, especially with Voldemort." He seemed to be thinking out loud agan so Harry tried to bring him back to the conversation.
"I heard that you were a follower of Voldemort" he blurted out. Draco whipped his head around.
"Bullocks. Slytherin doesn't always mean Death Eater."
"But Malfoy usually does."
"What do you know about the Malfoys?" Draco yelled, his temper rising.
"Sorry." Harry said quietly, "I quess you shouldn't believe everything you hear." Draco's face softened. He continued walking and took a left at the end of the common room. "This is our dormitory. Get yourself acquainted, I'm going to take a shower." Said Draco, leaving the room. Harry stared after him until he heard the water running and then went straight to his trunk and pulled out a white leather bound book and a white quill. It had been a present from Dumbledore so that Harry wouldn't "forget who he was". Harry began writing immediately.
October 12.
Being Lucas James is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I'm basically pretending that my life as Harry Potter never existed, and that's hard. I also can't help feeling like I'm running away. I want to fight for everyone but like Malfoy said, dumb luck isn't a virtue.
Yes Malfoy said this to me. Since I've been sorted into Slytherin he's been the only one to even interest me a little in what they're saying. I also suppose that knowing my enemy couldn't hurt at all. He claims that he's no Death Eater, but that's still to be proven..
I haven't yet thought of a cover story about my scar. It's on my back now, which is really odd. I'm thinking maybe a tattoo or a childish scar. I don't know, I'll think about it later.
Harry closed his book and returned it to his trunk. It had been enchanted so that nobody but him could read it, so he wasn't the least bit worried about it. He walked over to the large mirror in the dormitory and stared at himself for a while. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair. His har now reached his ears and it felt weird to have so much of it. He lifted up his shirt to take a look at his new body and was impressed. He then unzipped his pants and took a look at his nether regions. He was shocked at what he found. He looked in the mirror, his eyes still wide open and then adopted a smug face. He smacked his own ass and winked at himself in the mirror.
"I am really good looking." He said out loud.
"Well now that's confidence." said a voice from across the room. It was Draco, fresh from his shower and clothed in a black towel. Harry, immediately embarassed blushed bright red and dropped his shirt. Draco laughed. "But you're not wrong." He said, stepping into an expensive looking pair of black tailored pants. Draco straightened back up and shook his wet hair back. "Don't look so surprised. It's very aristocratic to be gay." Draco said nonchalantly. "Many of the men in Louis XIV's court were." He looked again at Lucas' shocked face. "Oh, don't tell me you're homohphobic." Draco drawled, "It's very unbecoming, and pretty unoriginal as well." Harry shook his head to regain composure.
"No, it's not that." Harry said quickly.
"Then what is it?" Draco said cocking his head to one side.
"Nothing, you just caught me off gaurd. Anyway, I have to go see Dumbledore. Be back in a bit." He said scurrying towards the door.
"Right" Draco said rolling his eyes, grabbing a shirt from his armoire.
[ Chapter 2, Part 3 ]
Harry flew down the corridor towards Dumbledore's office and ran smack into Hermione and Ron who were walking slowly in his direction.
"'Mione! Ron! You will not believe what I just found out." He said breathlessly.
Ron gave him a puzzled look but Hermione smiled at him brightly.
"Hello Lucas! Welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Hermione and this is - wait, you know our names - wait! how do you know our names?" She asked, puzzled. Harry mentally smacked himself for being so stupid and decided to feign memory loss.
"Sorry? I'm new, what's his name?"
"Ron." Ron answered skeptically.
"Right, Hermione and Ron, nice to meet you two but I'm off to see Dumbledore. I'll have to talk to you later."
"Alright then, Lucas. Bye." Hermione said, and her andRon continued up the hall. Instead of going to Dumbledore's like he had planned he instead went to a vacant hallway on the third floor and sat against a wall.
So Malfoy's gay. He thought I certainly never guessed it. I guess it pays to advertise. I wish I had that kind of self-security.
Harry had known he was gay since he was very young. It was one of those things that he just knew. He knew it when he met Cho, and while he appreciated her beauty, he didn't feel any sexual feeling whatsoever.
Being gay is hard in school. Not every other gay person is necassarily out, but the few that are will always spark your interest.
I do NOT like Malfoy. I do NOT like Malfoy. I do NOT like Malfoy. Harry thought, puncuating every "not" with his head hitting the wall behind him. Of course he did like Malfoy. When the only other gay person you know is that good looking, there's not much you can do about it. That didn't mean he wasn't going to try. He might look like Lucas, but inside he's Harry Potter and Harry Potter doesn't go down without a fight.