A/n: Why hello, all my loyal fans……….(okay, I know there probably are none, but yeah) anyways hi. I think it takes about 10 days for my stories to actually appear on fanfic, so there have been no reviews. So when peoples read this they will have to be EXTRA nice and just leave a nice, long review for me. I have nothing better to do than go on the Internet every night and hope that some kind person has actually left a review. So yeah PLEASE REVIEW. You can flame me if you want and I wont care. AT LEAST IT IS A REVIEW! So you can go on for hours about the gayness, boringness and whatever the hell else you want about my fic as long as you leave something. And to all those people who liked it………….then even better! Anywho I am probablys scaring you now so on with the story!

Oh yeah, and I forgot that Dumbledore died in the 6th book so we'll just pretend he didn't. And Malfoy's still there, but not Snape. So most of the events of the HBP didn't happen, except that they are all in their 7th year.

Chapter 2:

The minute the hat yelled Griffindor, everybody gasped. Even one or two of the teachers looked politely puzzled. Malfoy, however, looked furious. "Look at Malfoy's face!" Ron said, obviously delighted, "He obviously thought he was going to make a nice new Slytherin chum."

"Didn't we all," Hermione stated, "Look at McGonagall and Dumbledore, they are as shocked as we are."

As Luke walked towards the Griffindor table, Malfoy watched him with a look of annoyance across his face.

"Look at his eyes," Hermione hissed under her breath to Harry.

"I know," was all Harry could reply. He was still disturbed by the similarity between Luke and Lord Voldemort. He did not speak aloud his thoughts to the others, and when he looked up and saw Luke standing behind him he was startled.

"May I sit here, please?"

"Uh, yeah sure," Harry said dumbly.

"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley," said Ron, "This is Hermione Granger," Hermione nodded and gave a short wave, "And this," he pointed to Harry, "is Harry Potter."

"Hi."

"So, Luke, how old are you?" Ron tried to make conversation.

"I'm 16, but my birthday is next month. How bout you guys? "

"Well, I turned 17 last year," Ron said smugly, "You seem a year younger than everyone else in our year."

"Yeah, well, I got skipped ahead at Durmstrang coz apparently I was above the 4th grade level."

"So you skipped the fourth grade?" Hermione asked interestedly.

"Yeah, I went straight on to my owl level after the 3rd year."

"Wow. And what is Durmstrang like?"

"Ah, meet Hermione, the school nerd," Ron joked.

"Oh, shut up Ron, and please don't call me a nerd." She looked back at Luke eagerly.

"So what is Durmstrang like?"

"Well, its good, but they concentrate on the dark arts a little too much for my liking."

As Hermione and Luke talked about school, Ron turned to Harry. "Well, he seems nice," Ron said.

"Mmm," agreed Harry, but was still staring at the boy with interest. Those eyes really disturbed Harry, and, as much as he wanted Hermione and Ron's advice, the two of them had taken a liking to the new boy, and he wouldn't want to stop them being his friend.

"So, Harry," Harry heard Luke saying his name.

"Yeah?"

"What's it like, being the whole 'Boy Who Lived' and everything?"

"Well, I guess the first year was the worst, with all the staring and everything. But then the fifth year, when I was at the ministry at all, that was pretty bad too."

'Yeah, I imagine it would be."

"You have no idea," Harry said.

"Okay everybody, that is the end of the welcome feast," Dumbledore announced, "Goodnight everyone. I trust you three will show Luke where to go?" he asked Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Yes, sir."

When Luke, Ron, Hermione, and Harry arrived in the common room, they sat on the comfy chairs in front of the fire.

"Hey, Dean, Seamus, come over here for a sec!" Harry yelled across the room.

"Hey," Dean and Seamus said in unison.

"Dean, Seamus, this is Luke. Luke this is Dean," Harry pointed to Dean who gave a nod, "And Seamus." Seamus also nodded and waved.

"Hey, Luke. We'd love to stay and chat but we're really tired," he yawned, "Night all."

"Night."

"Well, that over there," Harry pointed, "is Neville Longbottom."

"And over there, near him, is Lavender Brown, Ron's ex," he pointed, whilst Ron blushed and Hermione went "Tuh!"

"Next to her is her best friend, Parvati Patil." At that, the two girls burst into a fit of giggles. "They're always giggling like that," Hermione said, disapprovingly.

"Well," Harry said, "They're all in our year, but over there is Ginny, Ron's little sister, she's in the 6th year." Ron muttered something under his breath that sounded distinctly like, "How dare she, pink hair, I, grr…."

Hermione heard this, and tried her hardest not to laugh.

"And, that," Harry said darkly, "Is Romilda Vane."

"I take it you don't like her," Luke stated.

"Don't like her, she tricked me into giving me a box of chocolate cauldrons that were spiked with love potion, which Ron ended up eating instead, which led to Ron punching me, and him being poisoned by a bottle of mulled mead when we took him to the potion masters office to cure the love potion." Harry took a deep breath.

"So she's trouble, then?" Luke asked.

"Yes, lots of trouble.

"Oh well, I'm tired," said Ron.

"Yeah, me too. Come on Luke, we'll show you up to the dorms."

The next morning Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luke went down to the great hall to get their new timetables. On the way, they saw Malfoy.

"Ah, Luke, this is Malfoy," Ron said darkly.

"I prefer Draco, thankyou weasel," Malfoy sneered.

"Hello, Luke."

"Uh, Hi."

"I think you should know that Weasel and Potty are not the sort of people a Durmstrang should hang out with. I see that sorting hat was obviously too blind to realise that all Durmstrang students should come into Slytherin, the only house worth being in, but I won't hold that against you. My father wanted me to go to Durmstrang you know," He added smugly.

"So what do you say, wanna hang round me instead of these bloodtraitor scum?" he asked. Then as an afterthought he added, "You are pureblood aren't you? Or is that why you ended up in Griffindor?"

"Not that it matters, but I am pureblood, according to my mother, and no, I do not want to hang around with you. I can make my own friends, thank you very much, and Ron, Harry and Hermione seem like the type of people who I would want to be friends with, not a person who cares about bloodlines and whatnot, coz all that really matters is what's inside."

"Well, if that's the way you want to be. Potter made the same wrong choice as you in his first year, by not becoming friends with me, as I am an extremely powerful enemy, and not one to mess with." Draco said, "Though, it appears you also have great power," he added, looking at his eyes, "So why not join me?"

"Are you deaf, or just stupid? I said no, and I mean no."

"How dare you call me stupid," Malfoy growled.

"Well, it sure appears like you are stupid, as you cannot seem to catch the drift that you are not wanted here."

This was the final straw. Malfoy drew his wand and pointed it at Luke. Luke just stared at him with those piercing red eyes. "I wouldn't if I were you," he said coldly, and Malfoy just sneered. "Oh yeah?" he replied, "And why would that be?"

"I posses much more power than you could ever dream, Malfoy, and I wouldn't care to test it out on scum like you." Luke bit back.

"Good call," Ron muttered to Harry, who just nodded his head and went back to watching the fight.

"I will have you know that I am an accomplished occlumens, and unless you wish me to announce all your secrets to the school, I suggest you don't test me," Draco said.

"As am I, I inherited the skill from my father, and I'll have you know, I have almost as much power as the one you people call Lord Voldemort," Luke spat the name.

"How dare you compare yourself to the Dark Lord. You could never ever be as good as him, and as it is, if he heard a bloodtraitor like you compare himself to him, he would kill you."

"Oh, and how is he ever going to find out? Gonna tell your death-eater daddy to tell him are you?"

"Don't you bring my dad into this," spat Malfoy, and raised his wand. He silently sent a jinx at Luke, but Luke blocked it equally as quietly.

"Now where were we Malfoy?" Luke asked, as the jinx Luke repelled back at Malfoy hit him, and left him floating by his ankle from the ceiling.

"Let me down," Malfoy spat.

"As you wish." Luke let him crash to the floor.

By this time the fight had attracted a huge circle, and Malfoy, not wishing to be seen being beaten by a person younger than him, scampered.

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