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Sitting back down, Harry calmly returned to his book, acting as if nothing happened. Daphne, on the other hand, wouldn't let it drop. "How in the hell did you two do that? You took them out like they were nothing!"
"Training. Lots and lots of training." Blaise answered. "Speaking of which, Harry. Did we manage to pack our things?" Harry grunted, causing Blaise to roll his eyes, "Okay, just making sure."
"And what things would these be?" Tracey raised an eyebrow, only for Blaise to grin.
"Training gear. Coach Michael and Cody would have our hides if we weren't training, despite being sent to 'boarding school'." Blaise explained. The three purebloods merely nodded, somewhat confused as to why they would bring their muggle training gear to a magical school, but let it drop for the most part. Eta, however, kept stealing glances at Harry, her mind whirling a mile a minute. Just who was Harry Scaletta, and why did he defend her?
Spells will be in underlined italics.
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-V
Having been forced into robes, an irritable Harry and a snickering Blaise followed the three girls out of their compartment and onto the platform. Masses of students, first years and up alike, were making it a bit hard to move. "Firs' years! Firs' years, over here!" The group of five flocked to the voice, only to encounter tallest man they had seen in their life. He had a mess of hair that covered his face, only his nose and his eyes free from the nest. A giant overcoat covered him, and a giant hand held a lantern that suited him easily.
"Who is that?" Harry questioned, only for Eta to turn her nose up in distaste at the man.
"That is Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Father said that he was expelled years ago, but apparently Dumbledore got him a job here. Big oaf hardly has an education, and is probably a menace, and a half-giant to boot." Harry frowned at her tone, before ignoring it and following them.
"Alright, four to a boat. Four to a boat!" Harry, Blaise, Eta and Daphne were in a boat, while Tracy had to share a boat with a girl who had hair that rivaled Hagrids, the Weasley from before, and a slightly pudgy boy who looked around nervously. Observing his surroundings, Harry saw that Draco and his goons, along with a rat faced boy were in another boat. Catching the Malfoy heir's eyes, Harry cheekily waved, only for the blonde to glare and turn away.
"Oh, don't be mean to Draco, Harry." Eta said in a mock-angry tone, but her eyes shone with mirth. Obviously she didn't have that much love for her brother, despite him being her twin.
"Everybody in? Alright, push off!" With a wave of his pink umbrella, the boats sailed across the lake. "If any of ye feel a tentacle, don't worry. That's just the local Hogwarts squid saying hullo." The moon shone down, while the stars twinkled, lighting the way besides the torches at the head of the boat. "Duck yer heads real quick!" Apparently Weasley missed the message, for Harry heard a quick gasp of 'ow!' from his boat.
"I wonder what Hogwarts will look like?" Blaise inquired, only for Harry to shrug, enjoying the slight rocking of the boat.
Hagrid speaking up, gave him their answer, "Up ahead you'll get yer first glimpse of Hogwarts!" It was magnificent, in Harry's opinion. Tall towers, brightly lit windows surrounding a particular area of the castle, built from a sturdy brick that gave it an impressive air of invulnerability. The boats came up on shore, while they all scrambled out and followed Hagrid up a set of stairs and to a giant set of doors. He raised a hand and gave three, booming knocks.
The doors slowly opened up, in a somewhat dramatic effect, to reveal even more stairs, and at the top stood a stern looking witch in emerald green robes, a black witch's hat atop her head. Her lips were pursed into a thin line, and her eyes were narrowed slightly as she observed the upcoming first years. "Thank you, Hagrid." She greeted the half-giant politely. The burly man merely offered a warm smile to the students before lumbering off. She turned and addressed them, "Welcome to Hogwarts. Before we begin, I must introduce the rules." Ignoring the groans she heard, she continued smoothly, "The house you are in will act as your family. There are four houses; Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Any rule breaking will take away points, while any good deeds will earn points. The house with the most points at the end of the year will earn the House Cup. I suggest you make yourselves somewhat presentable." She eyed Weasley's dirt-smudged nose, and the pudgy boy's untucked shirt for a moment before turning away.
The throng of kids began to talk among themselves quietly, while Harry simply stood next to Blaise, breathing in and out, albeit deeply. Blaise, however, knew what he was doing; Harry was calming himself down, as they both did whenever they had a fight to compete in, or if they were nervous. "Don't worry, Harry. It'll be alright." His slightly older brother consoled, only for Harry to ignore him. The dark skinned boy gazed around, and caught Malfoy's eye, who was glaring daggers at the group of five. Blaise merely smirked and nodded his head, watching as the Malfoy boy grew red in the face. However, Malfoy wasn't a fool, and while it was foolish on Blaise and Harry's part to reveal a few of their tricks so early on, it was necessary, but they both knew Malfoy wouldn't do anything without Crabbe or Goyle.
A girl with frizzy hair to Harry's left was quickly muttering any and all spells she might have memorized, while her hands closed and opened, a sign of her nerves. Weasley muttered to the pudgy boy, "My brothers Fred and George said we have to fight a troll to get sorted." Harry snorted at that fact. If they were to fight a troll, it would take more experience and skills in their repertoire than a first years.
Several screams alerted Harry and Blaise, who immediately covered the three girls while falling into their combat stances. Looking around and seeing no immediate threat, Blaise looked up and paled slightly, "Hey, Harry...it's just some ghosts." The two brothers relaxed somewhat, only for Harry to continue to watch and observe. Blaise rolled his eyes, nodding, "Yeah yeah, be on your guard always. I swear, you're too serious sometimes."
Four ghosts came gliding by the students, arguing over someone called "Peeves." Taking note of the students, they stopped and three of them smiled warmly, while one just frowned. "Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope you get into Gryffindor!"
"Or Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw!" The two women ghosts chorused, only for McGonagall to shoo the ghosts away.
With an calculating look at the students presented before her, she sniffed slightly, "We're ready for you now. Single file line, if you would. Follow me." She turned around and opened the wooden doors to reveal a giant dinner hall...a Great Hall, if you would. Four tables were in the room, two on the left, two on the right while the students lined in down the center. McGonagall stopped them, before she walked up to a stool that held a hat. The brim of the hat opened up, akin to a mouth and it began to sing.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The Hogwarts students that were already past their first year, clapped politely at the song. McGonagall cleared her throat and pulled out a roll of parchment, "When I call your name, you are to come up and place the Sorting Hat atop your head. Whenever it calls out your house, you are to go to the designated table." The line had vanished into a giant mass of nervous and excited first years, not knowing which house they would go into. "Abbot, Hannah!" A shy-looking girl with brunette pig tails walked up to the stool, vanishing underneath the hat.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The Hat screamed out, causing the house of badgers to clap politely for their newest. She smiled happily and skipped to the table, and so, the list continued on.
"Bones, Susan!" A girl with a bright smile and red hair that fell down in waves bounces up to the hat, disappearing underneath. A few moments had passed before the hat screamed her house; the house of the badgers. She walked over and sat next to Hannah, the two girls chatting quietly.
Trevor Boot went to Ravenclaw, as did Stephen Cornfoot and Michael Corner. Crabbe and Millicent Bulstrode went to Slytherin, along with Tracey. Justin Finch-Fletchley went to Hufflepuff, Megan Jones following after.
"Granger, Hermione." Professor McGonagall called out, and the girl with frizzy hair and memorizing the spells walked up with increased mutterings under her breath. She disappeared under the hat...and appeared to be arguing with it? McGonagall was about to ask what the hold up was, whenever the hat screamed out:
"GRYFFINDOR!" The house next to Ravenclaw, decked out in red and gold trim clapped politely for their newest raven, and after Hermione, Anthony Goldstein followed immediately afterward. Goyle went to Slytherin, same with Daphne.
Neville Longbottom, the pudgy, nervous looking boy who kept loosing his toad, went to Gryffindor, as did Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown and Patarvi Patil. Her twin, Padma Patil went to Ravenclaw. Pansy Parkinson, a girl who was practically latched to Draco's hip, was sorted into Slytherin.
"Malfoy, Draco." McGonagall called out, trying her hardest to hide the displeasure at having called out Lucius Malfoy's son. He swaggered on up, oozing arrogance and sat down on the stool. The hat was lowered onto his head, only there for a few moments before calling out:
"SLYTHERIN!" The house on the far right, with green and silver trim, clapped loudly.
"Malfoy, Eta." The twin sister of Draco strolled forward with confidence, and a graceful air to her. She sat primly on the stool, and the hat was lowered onto her head. The entire hall was silent, as her sorting was taking a few minutes. Eventually, the hat opened its brim and roared:
"SLYTHERIN!" The house of the snakes clapped loudly, while Eta seemed almost...resigned to going there? Harry filed away the information for later, tuning out the rest of the sorting until his name was called.
"Scaletta, Harry." Feeling his brother nudge him forward, Harry shuffled until he was at the stool, before sitting down. The last view he saw was Blaise nodding to him with an encouraging smile, and feeling Eta's calculating gaze, before the hat cut off his view.
'Ah, Mr. Scaletta. Quite an interesting mind you have here. Trained in muggle hand-to-hand combat, defeater of the most powerful Dark Lord that this world has seen in the last 50 years. Your trust is hard to gain, but you're loyal to a fault. You're particularly vindictive, and you always try to have a back-up plan. You're difficult, very difficult. Although, I think I know just what to do with you...'
'Wait, defeater of the most powerful Dark Lord?' Harry questioned, only for the Hat to scream out his house:
"SLYTHERIN!" Still slightly confused, he dropped the hat and walked over, sitting next to Daphne, Eta and Tracey.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Daphne questioned, raising a delicate eyebrow. However, he merely shook his head, trying to process the information for himself. Weasley went into Gryffindor, while Blaise joined them at the Slytherin table.
The Headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up in brightly colored robes, moon spectacle glasses on his face. His beard, long and gray, was styled in some braids. He offered a warm smile, before speaking, "Welcome to Hogwarts. A few words before we begin to eat: The Third Floor is off limits, as it's under-going construction this year. The Forbidden Forest is of course, still Forbidden, to those who don't wish to die a most painful death," At this, he seemed to glance at the Weasley twins, who merely grinned in response before continuing, "And a few wise words: Nitwit, Odder, and Tweak! Let's eat!" With another wave of his hand, food lined the four tables, everyone beginning to dine in.
"Is he mad?" Blaise questioned, only for a upper year with beady eyes, a cranium like a cave man's, and crooked teeth to answer him.
"Mad? Yes, but he's extremely powerful. Pass the potatoes?" Blaise did so, while Harry ended up grabbing a bunch of roast on his plate.
"Harry, are you sure you need that much roast?" Daphne rose an eyebrow, as she cut delicately into her food.
"No, he doesn't. But Coach Mike wants him to maintain his weight, so he has to eat a lot of food, mainly protein." Blaise explained, while throwing grilled chicken and some carrots onto his own plate.
Meanwhile, at the staff table, one Professor Severus Snape was eyeing Harry Scaletta, his eyebrows furrowed. The boy seemed familiar, but he couldn't seem to place the pieces together. He bit into his steak, chewing while getting immersed in his thoughts. However, whenever Harry gazed up at the table, catching Quirrel's eye, before wincing, it caused Snape to catch a glimpse of Harry's eyes. He had her eyes. Lily Potter. Shaking off the thoughts of his old flame, he glanced toward Quirrell to see what would warrant such a reaction. Seeing nothing, he filed up the information away for later, before continuing for his meal.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Eta inquired, seeing him slap his forehead in obvious pain.
"Probably just a headache." Harry answered, finishing off his roast beef while cutting into his chicken. He began to rummage through his pockets, while Blaise suddenly looked up, like a deer in the headlights, a piece of chicken grisel hanging from his mouth.
"Show some decorum, Blaise." Tracey chided softly, wrinkling her nose before she blinked as Harry suddenly placed a bottle labeled 'Tabasco' on the table. "Uh...Harry? What's that?"
"That, Tracey," Blaise answered through gritted teeth, "is something that Mother and Father specifically told Harry not to bring. It's a simple hot sauce that is supposed to be used in short little bursts, adding a small zing to whatever you're eating. Harry, however," he deadpans, watching as Harry uncapped the bottle and began to shake and pour it all over his chicken, "likes to smother his food."
Harry grinned and pocketed the bottle, before he began to eat his food once more. Ignoring the looks he was getting, and ignoring the feeling as how his mouth was on fire, or how his eyes began to water, he continued to eat his chicken. He devoured it, following his carrots, green beans and asparagus. He wiped at his eye, sniffling loudly before he reached for his goblet. He chugged it down, not caring that some pumpkin juice was dripping down his chin and toward his clothes. He sat the goblet down and dabbed at his mouth and chin, wiping up any pumpkin juice before he burped quietly behind his hand, "Excuse me."
"You're impossible, Harry." Blaise sighed, smiling softly at his brother. He pouted whenever his food disappeared, only to grin widely at the desserts that lined the table. He reached for some treacle tart, only for Harry to snatch it away. "Hey!"
"Sorry, gotta be faster than that." Harry smirked as he bit into it. He ignored Blaise's frown before shrugging, "If you want to fight about this, we'll settle it in the common room, where everyone can see that I'm the better fighter." Blaise mumbled something that Harry ignored, before the dessert, too, vanished.
Dumbledore stood up, smiling warmly at everyone, "Now that we are all watered and fed, let us begin the trek off to bed right: With some music!" He waved his wand and music notes, staff bar and lyrics appeared in the air. "There's no set tune, so have fun! All together now!"
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling,
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.
The teachers seemed to be singing through clenched teeth, with the exclusion of Snape, and the majority of the Slytherin's. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to enjoy singing it, and near the end of the song, Fred and George Weasley continued singing the song to a funeral march, dragging it out. The song ended, and Dumbledore clapped his hands, banishing the notes, bar staff and lyrics. "Now that we've had the most wonderful thing of all, let's all get some sleep. Prefects, if you lead your house to your dormitories."
The Slytherin Prefects, a boy with short cropped hair, black eyes, a crooked nose that was probably due to a past break, and crooked and gnarled teeth barked out, "Alright, Slytherins! This way!" The entire house of emerald and silver trekked toward the dungeons, while the female Prefect, someone with bright blue eyes and blonde hair watched from the rear and ensured that the first years didn't get lost or out of line. Arriving at a nearby painting of Salazar Slytherin, the boy spoke up, "My name is Marcus Flint, Quidditch leader and 5th year Prefect. As you can see, this painting is of our house founder, Salazar Slytherin. The entrance to our common room is six bricks down to the left, near this torch. All you have to do is pull said torch downward, while saying the password. Like so," He walked over and pulled down on the torch, saying the password which was, "Superior."
The bricks shifted and moved, similar to the gateway in Diagon Alley to reveal a doorway, which swung open to the common room. They all filed in, revealing a giant, high ceiling room, the entire layout being of the same obsidian brick that the rest of the dungeons were made of. A roaring fireplace broke the silence, crackling and popping as it ate away the wood. Lavish, black leather furniture lay about the room, several couches and chairs. In the far corners, there sat some round tables and chairs, presumably for study. Several lanterns covered the walls, while a ceiling fan with electric lights hung from above. 'So it seems that Hogwarts isn't entirely stuck in the old ages.' Harry thought with a grin.
"The password changes every week, and if you forget it, try not to make it so obvious. We in Slytherin house always look out for our own, as everyone else in Hogwarts is practically against us." The female Prefect, spoke. "My name is Elise Piper, and if you should ever need Flint or myself, our dormitories are mostly always open to anyone who needs it. They're located at the very end of the hallways. Boys dormitories are on the right, while the girls are on the left. Girls can enter the boys dormitories, but we must warn you, anything that you wouldn't want to be caught doing, lock your doors." She smirked at the blushes that the first years sported before continuing, "Boys cannot enter the girls dormitories. As I said earlier, you are to look out for one another outside the common room. Should you have any grudges in here, leave them. The grudges will still be here after classes and such. And now, let me introduce our Head of House, Professor Snape, our Potions professor as well."
"Thank you, Ms. Piper. As both prefects have stated, their doors are always mostly open, should you need them. That goes to my door as well, I'm always willing to listen to a student, should they have trouble or concerns. My door is located past the Potions classroom, you only need take a right, then a left. It will have a painting of a lily on it." Here, he caught Harry's eye, before looking away. "Allow me to reiterate one more time: Slytherin's stick together. We do not show weakness, nor grudges outside of these walls. The other three houses view Slytherin in a negative light, and as such, we have to do our best not to give them any fuel to feed their fires." His lips upturned slightly, before falling back into a flat line. "If that is all, I bid you all goodnight. The first year dormitories are located at the first and second doors respectively, for each side. I shall see you all in the morning." With that, he nodded to the Prefects and the first years, before turning on his heel and leaving the common room, his robes billowing behind him, reminding Blaise and Harry of a giant bat.
"Goodnight, Harry." Daphne and Tracey chorused, while Eta merely nodded her goodnight.
"Goodnight, girls." Blaise and Harry chorused back, nodding in return to the female Malfoy. They traveled to their room, only to encounter Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle at the center bed, left and right, respectively. Theodore Nott, a rat faced boy was trying to be sneaky from his bed on the left, in the middle. Harry mentally sighed, while Blaise walked over to a nearby table, throwing his Hogwarts robes over it.
"I doubt that's how you really think we're going to be sleeping, right?" Blaise scoffed.
"And why wouldn't it be? It's obvious that I'm superior to you and Scaletta." Malfoy sneered, while Crabbe and Goyle appeared to be intimidating. However, something must of have flashed in both of the fighters eyes, because the two gorillas seemed to have a moment of clarity, remembering what happened on the train, and stepped down. "Crabbe, Goyle, what are you doing?" Malfoy questioned, watching as the two moved. Crabbe moved to the bed nearest the door on the left side, while Goyle simply moved a bed down.
"It's obvious that they're giving their superiors," Harry mocked, "the proper beds." He strolled over and got in Malfoy's face, smirking, "Move, Malfoy. You're in my spot." The blonde ponce stood there gaping like a fish for a moment before he grew red in the face. Huffing, he moved to the bed closet to the door on the right. Blaise took Goyle's old spot, while Nott stayed where he was. And so, if you were to go from left to right, you had Crabbe, Nott, Harry, Blaise, Goyle and Malfoy. The two brothers quickly got ready for bed, ignoring how "my father would hear about this" and retreated behind their curtains.
Harry lay down for the night, ensuring that his knife was under his pillow and ready to grab a moment's notice. Luckily he and Blaise were light sleepers due to the training their father put them through. He closed his eyes and hoped for a wonderful time at Hogwarts.
Hopefully you all have enjoyed this chapter. A huge thanks to my beta reader, God of Vampires aka Alucard, who helped out tremendously. If you have any suggestions of what you'd like to see, or who you'd like to see get the shit kicked outta them, feel free to message. Until next time!
-V