The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again
Chapter nine: Hoggy Woggy Hogwarts
Harry followed Ron and Hermione onto the train, Ginny following behind. They were chatting happily about something he cared little about. Like Ginny, he stayed out of the conversation.
"Why don't you and Ginny find another seat." Hermione suggested, sliding a cabin door open.
"Yeah." Ron agreed, struggling with his Prefect's badge.
They closed the door without another word. Harry felt slightly hurt, but didn't comment on it. Ginny guided him down the aisle, searching for a cabin that was empty.
"This'll do." Ginny said, sliding open the door to an empty cabin. Harry took a seat across from Ginny.
"What should we talk about?" Ginny asked
"Well, I'm kind of curious about this 'sorting' thing. What is it?" Harry replied
"Well, they have a magical hat, and they put it on-"Ginny was interrupted by the cabin door opening.
"Hey. Got space for two more?" a dark haired boy around his age asked.
"Sure Neville. Come on in." Ginny replied happily
A girl followed Neville in, her head stuffed into a magazine, which she was reading upside-down.
"Harry, these are my friends Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom." Ginny introduced. "Neville, Luna, This is my friend Harry Davison."
"Hi Harry." Neville said with a grin, sitting down next to him
"Hello." The girl behind the magazine added. "I'm Luna."
"Hi." Harry replied
After a moment of silence, Neville spoke.
"So Harry, What's your story? I haven't seen you before, and you're much older than a first year."
"Memory charm. My family said I was defective after I got hit with the charm, and abandoned me. The Weasley's took me in." Harry answered
"My parents are in St. Mungo's. They got tortured to the point of insanity." Neville replied with a sympathetic look.
Harry found nothing he could say to that.
"Anyway, I'm supposed to start as a first year, and I'm allowed to advance to the next year when all my teachers think I'm ready, instead of at the end of the school years. Since I've learned all this before, they think they'll end up jogging my memory. Then I'll be back to where I was." Harry commented
"So, Harry, what house do you think you'll be in?" Neville asked
"Probobly Hufflepuff." Harry replied.
The rest of the ride went smoothly.
"Firs' Years! Firs' Years!" A deep voice called in the distance "Firs' years this way."
Harry noticed that the man was quite easy to find. He was easily three feet taller than anyone there.
"Hello sir." Harry told the giant
"Yer not a firs' year are ye?" the giant asked him.
"I'm not eleven if that's what you mean. But I am a first year. I got hit with a Memory charm and don't remember anything I've learned. I don't even know what school I used to go to..." Harry replied
The giant looked at his list. "That'd make ya Harry Davison. Righ'?" The Giant asked
"Yes it would." Harry replied
"Name's Hagrid." Hagrid told him "Firs' Years over here!"
Soon, he was riding in a small rudderless, boat across the lake. It was a beautiful night. It was really something marvelous. Then he felt something bump the bottom of the boat. By the looks of fear on the other First years faces, they felt it too.
There was a loud whooshing sound, followed by a scream and a splash.
Harry Davison wasn't in the boat.
Harry followed Ron and Hermione onto the train, Ginny following behind. They were chatting happily about something he cared little about. Like Ginny, he stayed out of the conversation.
"Why don't you and Ginny find another seat." Hermione suggested, sliding a cabin door open.
"Yeah." Ron agreed, struggling with his Prefect's badge.
They closed the door without another word. Harry felt slightly hurt, but didn't comment on it. Ginny guided him down the aisle, searching for a cabin that was empty.
"This'll do." Ginny said, sliding open the door to an empty cabin. Harry took a seat across from Ginny.
"What should we talk about?" Ginny asked
"Well, I'm kind of curious about this 'sorting' thing. What is it?" Harry replied
"Well, they have a magical hat, and they put it on-"Ginny was interrupted by the cabin door opening.
"Hey. Got space for two more?" a dark haired boy around his age asked.
"Sure Neville. Come on in." Ginny replied happily
A girl followed Neville in, her head stuffed into a magazine, which she was reading upside-down.
"Harry, these are my friends Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom." Ginny introduced. "Neville, Luna, This is my friend Harry Davison."
"Hi Harry." Neville said with a grin, sitting down next to him
"Hello." The girl behind the magazine added. "I'm Luna."
"Hi." Harry replied
After a moment of silence, Neville spoke.
"So Harry, What's your story? I haven't seen you before, and you're much older than a first year."
"Memory charm. My family said I was defective after I got hit with the charm, and abandoned me. The Weasley's took me in." Harry answered
"My parents are in St. Mungo's. They got tortured to the point of insanity." Neville replied with a sympathetic look.
Harry found nothing he could say to that.
"Anyway, I'm supposed to start as a first year, and I'm allowed to advance to the next year when all my teachers think I'm ready, instead of at the end of the school years. Since I've learned all this before, they think they'll end up jogging my memory. Then I'll be back to where I was." Harry commented
"So, Harry, what house do you think you'll be in?" Neville asked
"Probobly Hufflepuff." Harry replied.
The rest of the ride went smoothly.
"Firs' Years! Firs' Years!" A deep voice called in the distance "Firs' years this way."
Harry noticed that the man was quite easy to find. He was easily three feet taller than anyone there.
"Hello sir." Harry told the giant
"Yer not a firs' year are ye?" the giant asked him.
"I'm not eleven if that's what you mean. But I am a first year. I got hit with a Memory charm and don't remember anything I've learned. I don't even know what school I used to go to..." Harry replied
The giant looked at his list. "That'd make ya Harry Davison. Righ'?" The Giant asked
"Yes it would." Harry replied
"Name's Hagrid." Hagrid told him "Firs' Years over here!"
Soon, he was riding in a small rudderless, boat across the lake. It was a beautiful night. It was really something marvelous. Then he felt something bump the bottom of the boat. By the looks of fear on the other First years faces, they felt it too.
There was a loud whooshing sound, followed by a scream and a splash.
Harry Davison wasn't in the boat.