Chapter 6

The Potter Twins Split Up

The giant Hannah told me was called Hagrid pounded thrice on the door and it opened, revealing a strict looking woman with an even stricter looking hair bun, not a single hair was out of place. She was holding a large scroll…no doubt with all of my fellow first years names on it.

"Hello, first years, I am Professor McGonagall." the woman said, leading us into the Entrance Hall.

"In a few moments you will be lead into the Great Hall and be Sorted into your houses." McGonagall announced. Hannah bit her lip nervously. The time was going to come soon.

"There are four houses, one for each of the founders that created this school. They are called Gryffindor, for which I am the Head of House. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You will learn with the people in your house's year, spend free time in the house common room, and sleep in the house dormitories. Your house will be like your family in your time here. Any achievements will give your house points, whereas any rule breaking will lose you house points…the house with the most points at the end of the term will win you the House Cup…a great honour. You are to wait here while the rest of the school will prepare for your Sorting. Which will take place in front of the rest of the school."

McGonagall swept into the Hall,

"Harry?" Hannah whispered.

"Yeah?" Potter asked coming to stand next to her.

"Are you as scared as I am?" she whispered, looking up to her brother.

"A little, what do they do for the Sorting?" Potter asked.

"I don't know." Hannah whispered nervously, ending the conversation.

"I do," I whispered to her "all they do is put a dusty old hat on your head. It reads your mind and tells you what house you're going to be in."

"Oh," she started "So in other words, it announces what house you're best suited for based on what's in your mind and your character attributes?"

"In Smarty-Pants terms, yes. But next time," I said, rolling my eyes, slightly amazed at her vocabulary "speak English."

McGonagall came back and lead us in the Hall, where all the students were staring at all of us.

I rolled my eyes as we were placed in a line in front of the whole school and behind a dusty old hat…obviously the Sorting Hat, from what Father told me.

I still felt the entire school's eyes on me and my fellow first years. I felt a little offended. Why don't they take pictures? I thought, sneering They all act as if they've never seen first years being Sorted before…wait…they've never seen the Boy and the Girl Who Lived being Sorted…but still…staring is rude!

Then I felt someone's hand grip my right arm. I turned towards the feeling.

It was Hannah, gripping my arm with one hand and Potter's in her other one.

I rolled my eyes. How can she be scared? I thought before nudging her hand off my arm and putting it in mine.

"Relax." I muttered to her. "The Hat doesn't take longer than two minutes to decide on a House." I said.

After the Hat sang its song, McGonagall opened the scroll.

"You will take your seat on the stool when your name is called, the Sorting Hat will be placed on your head, and you will be seated at your house table. Abbot, Hannah!" McGonagall started

I looked as Abbott, a strange little girl with blonde pigtails, and a half blood, her father was a colleague of my father's sat on the stool. The hat was placed over her eyes. A few minutes later, the Hat yelled "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The table second from the right cheered as Hannah Abbot went to sit down. They did look remarkably daft and overly happy. It wasn't natural. Nobody is that happy.

"Anyone in Hufflepuff is said to be a duffer." I whispered to the other Hannah

A couple of other people were sorted into that house, but "Alexander, Sheila.", a pure blood with no issues with me, became the first Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaws, from the looks of them, were pompous and snooty.

Then a girl named "Bulstrode, Millicent." was the first to be Sorted into my house (It was going to be awkward…I had dated her in the past.).

Drosie swaggered over to the stool when her name was called. The hat screamed "GRYFFINDOR!" as soon as it touched her head.

Crabbe and Goyle were both Sorted into Slytherin, much to my pleasure. I'd have the whole crew in my house…and maybe Hannah, if she decided to break the tradition that all Potters were Sorted into Gryffindor.

"Malfoy, Draco!" McGonagall shouted, signalling my moment.

I turned to Hannah as we let go of each other's hands.

"Good luck." she whispered to my back.

I turned to her and smirked "You too, and calm down!"

I sat on the stool and McGonagall barely had time to brush the Hat through my hair (and she messed it up, the wench!) when the Hat screamed what I already knew.

"SLYTHERIN!"

I got up from the stool and headed over to my cheering House table with a smirk on my face.

Four more letters to go before Hannah was Sorted…which quickly became three…then two…then one…it went in this order. "Moon"…"Nott" (I groaned when he was placed in Slytherin…I had to share a dorm with the bastard now!)…"Parkinson" (another ex of mine…my last one before Astoria.)…a pair of twin girls "Patil, Padma" and "Patil, Parvati". Then there was "Potter, Harry", who went to Gryffindor after around two minutes (I groaned, there went the chance I had to have Hannah in my house.)…then…

"Potter, Hannah!"

A light bulb went off in my head. Those Patil girls weren't Sorted in the same house. One went to Gryffindor and one went to Ravenclaw! I still had a chance to have my friend in my house!

Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, please put her in Slytherin! I thought, scolding myself again. Malfoys didn't hope or plead.

Hannah sat at the stool and the Hat went over her eyes. The hat was talking to itself. Things about seeing greatness, consideration and bravery (I went white, those were key characteristics of Gryffindors), and seeing a born leader…then, my nerves were shot by the time the Hat made his choice.

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted finally.

I sighed in relief…and let out a loud scream the same time my house started cheering.

"YES!" I screamed along with the rest of the house.

Potter and Duff from the other table said "No!", but they were the only ones besides us Slytherins making any noise.

The hall had fallen silent as a flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder sounded outside. All eyes were on Hannah now…who was heading over to the house table as I smirked in triumph.

Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise (who was just Sorted into Slytherin) stood up and started chanting.

"We got a Potter! We got a Potter! We got a Potter!"

I looked at Hannah, still smirking, and her face went bright pink as she bit her lip.

I pulled Crabbe down. "Boys!" I said "Don't embarrass the girl!"

Hannah took one look at Crabbe and he moved across from me to make room for her.

I hugged her "Thank bloody god you're a Slytherin!" I said.

"I can second that." a cold voice said right behind Hannah.

I turned and paled. It was the Bloody Baron. The resident ghost in the dungeons.

"That's a ghost!" Hannah whispered terrified.

I nodded "Yeah, I forgot to mention, there are ghosts that reside in every house."

The Baron nodded "Yes, Mr Malfoy. I'm the Bloody Baron," he said to Hannah "resident ghost of the Slytherin dungeons." he explained, taking Hannah's right hand in both of his before floating off to the other side of the table.

When Hannah turned around, she put her hand in her cloak, shivering. I could sympathise, having a ghost touch you was like being drenched in ice water.

Dumbledore stood up once we were all settled down. "Now, before we begin, I have a few words to say. And they are: Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment and Tweak! Thank you!"

Hannah creased her eyebrows together and rested her chin in her left hand "Is he…is he a bit daft?"

I suppressed a snicker. Better people than you've pointed that out, Hannah. Trust me. I thought as a prefect said "Daft? Dumbledore's the greatest Headmasters and wizards the world has ever known! But you could say he's a bit daft, yes. Chips, Hannah?"

I looked over the table, and as Father had told me, food had appeared.

I took a lamb chop and a fistful or two of chips and watched Hannah take a bit of everything (she ate like a Muggle truck driver! Almost everything on her plate was meat!) as we joined in on the conversation on home.

"I live in a Muggle neighbourhood. Pathetic, eh?" Blaise said as he ate "I can't believe that I have to hide my broomstick from the neighbours."

Hannah stood up straighter and her eyes lit up a bit "What broomstick?" she asked, enthusiasm dripping from her voice.

Blaise smirked. "I have a rare Italian broom you all have never heard of."

I rolled my eyes and sneered. I knew for a fact that was just a ploy to impress Hannah "What a load of crap, Blaise. I've seen your broom and don't even lie to Hannah and say you don't have a Cleansweep Eleven."

Everyone in the vicinity laughed as Blaise slumped down in his seat with a burning red face.

"Is it fast?" Hannah asked, still enthusiastic.

Blaise sat back up and smiled "Fastest ever!" he said as Goyle took a basket of chips and started pigging out.

"You'll have to show me in second year." Hannah said before turning to Goyle "OI!" she shouted, making Goyle jump. "Tweedle Dumb, wanna share some of those?" she asked.

Everyone laughed as Goyle slid the basket over to her, who was actually chuckling.

"Smooth nicknaming, Han." I said, patting her on the back "Got one for Crabbe?" I asked.

Hannah turned from me and looked at Crabbe "I think so…" she said before giggling a little "how's Tweedle Idiot sound?"

I burst out laughing with the rest of the table as Crabbe went a dangerous shade of beet red.

"NOT COOL!" he bellowed.

Hannah smirked at him "You prefer Crabbiekins?" she asked.

I looked down and snickered as Crabbe glowered at her "No!"

Hannah beamed "Than Tweedle-Idiot it is!" she announced formally.

Blaise snickered and in between fits of laughter said "You are a riot!"

I rolled my eyes and reached for a roll, feeling a cold hand under mine. I turned and saw Hannah staring at me, her face a pale pink, cobalt eyes staring into mine.

I grinned. Now this was the sort of thing I was used to with girls. Blushing, staring into my eyes…but then again…no one had eyes like Hannah's…nobody.

We both grinned, almost wanting to keep my eyes locked on hers for the entire night when…Blaise had to be a douche.

"OI!" he shouted, making Hannah and I tear our gazes from each other to look at him. "Are you two going to kiss or get your bloody hands out of the rolls?!"

Hannah's hand shot out of the roll and curled a lock of black hair behind her ear as I took a larger roll and split it evenly in two, handing half to Hannah.

"Here." I muttered, handing her the half.

Hannah smiled and went pink "Thanks." she muttered.

Goyle coughed "Big wheels!"

"Shut up, Goyle!" I snapped, glaring at him.

"Oh, cut the crap, Malfoy, you were wheeling her, don't even lie."

"CRABBE!" Hannah shouted, fire dancing in her eyes.

"Well, Draco," Blaise said, changing the subject "that skill's going to come in handy tomorrow. I hear we're going to be learning to fly with the Gryffindors."

"Wait a second…" Hannah said, her interest seeming to peak "What?"

"We're going to be learning to fly tomorrow with the Gryffindors." Blaise repeated, taking a bit of bread.

"Five Knuts I don't fall off my broom." Hannah said, slamming the money onto the table.

"Cut us off a slice of that action!" Crabbe and Goyle said together, slamming a grand total of ten Knuts on the table.

"You are so on!" Blaise said, slamming his share down.

I thought about it. On one hand, the boys seemed to want Hannah to fall to gain her money…but on the other hand…I could be getting money! And it was only five Knuts!

"Oh, what the hell, I'm loaded anyway, I'm in!" I said, slamming five Knuts on the table and turning to Hannah "Pass the pepper, Hannah." I said.

Hannah smirked "Check this out, guys." she said before lifting her hand.

The pepper shaker raised up into the air and flew into her hand! I gaped as I took the shaker from Hannah's hand as Crabbe and Goyle stared at the shaker, dumbfounded.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"You're telekinetic!" I breathed, amazed.

"I'm what?" she asked. "I thought I could only do that because I was a witch."

I shook my head "No. Telekinesis is a gift that both Muggles and wizards get. You can move stuff with your mind! But we rarely get a telekinetic wizard. You're probably the only one I've ever met!" I explained.

Hannah gaped "I'm…I'm gifted?" she asked.

Blaise and I nodded before Blaise said something completely off topic.

"Oh, Hannah, do you know if your Gryffindor friend has a boyfriend?" Blaise asked.

Hannah creased her eyebrows together "You mean Ivy? No, why?" she asked.

Blaise went pink "Oh, no reason." he said.

Hannah rolled her eyes and stole a glance at the High Table, staring at my Godfather, Severus Snape, the Hogwarts Potions master.

"Hey, anyone know who that teacher is?" Hannah asked, nodding towards Snape.

"Oh, that's my godfather, Severus Snape. He's our Head of House and I hear he has a special preference for us over the Gryffindors." I said before I knew what I was saying.

Hannah, turned back to Snape. "Oh." she said "No offence, Draco, but your Godfather really could use a good shower. His hair's so greasy." she added so innocently but making people snicker.

Girls. I thought. This one's got a wit on her.

"Hannah, have I mentioned yet that you're a riot?" I asked.

Hannah creased her eyebrows together, her eyes just screaming out her confusion "Yeah." she said.

I almost felt my face burn. Stupid! I thought. "Well, you are." I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Hannah's face went pink for the umpteenth time that night "Thanks."

The desserts replaced the main courses, and Crabbe and Goyle started pigging out again.

"Where do they keep it all?" Hannah muttered, giggling as I took an éclair, her taking a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

Goyle burped.

"Goyle!" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"What?" he asked, belching again. "It's a compliment!" he said defensively before turning to Hannah "Better out than in, I always say." he added, laughing.

"That's no way to behave in front of a -" I started, rolling my eyes.

I was cut off with a loud burp. I turned and found Hannah smirking.

"That, Goyle, is how you do it." she said. "Your way was all wrong. And that was a quiet burp for me."

I gaped and turned to her "That was you?" I said, pointing to her.

She nodded "Yeah." she said, giggling.

I gaped some more as Goyle, Blaise, Nott (Who I glared at.) and even Crabbe (I got from right off the bat that he didn't like her, so I was shocked) laughed their asses off.

"You know," I said, turning to the raven "you're not exactly who I expected."

Hannah shrugged "Maybe you shouldn't judge people before you get to know them." she said, rolling her eyes as Blaise and Goyle started arm wrestling. "You guys are idiots!" she said, pulling Goyle off Blaise and sitting where he sat as Goyle sat in her spot.

"You know, little girl, I don't want to hurt you." Blaise said, looking at the seemingly fragile Hannah.

Hannah glared and propped up her arm "Try me." she said coldly.

I gasped. Was the girl mental? Blaise hadn't lost an arm wrestling match in years! I couldn't have beaten him.

Blaise smirked and squeezed her hand, deliberately trying to crush it. "Malfoy, prop it. I don't trust Baby Girl here." he ordered, nodding towards his and Hannah's entwined hands.

I scowled and Hannah looked ready to throttle as I grabbed their hands. "Ready?"

"Yes!" Hannah said impatiently "Let go so I can kick his ass!"

"Yes, let's give the little girl her moment of attempted glory." Blaise teased.

"Ok…go!" I said, letting go and expecting Hannah's arm to go through the table.

But, surprisingly, she didn't. She was actually even with the taller boy.

"Holy, Baby Girl, you're strong!" Blaise grunted, pulling her arm close to his slam.

Hannah growled. "That's Han to you, Baby Girl!" she shouted, slamming his hand down hard on the table and cracking her knuckles. "Winner and still champion!" she said, raising her arms in the air in triumph.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Blaise had been unbeaten at arm wrestling since we were nine, how could it have been that he got trumped by a girl who couldn't have looked over five foot and ninety pounds to his a hundred and twenty!

"Holy crap!" I said. "How'd you do that?" I asked when Hannah sat back down.

Hannah shrugged "I was raised by a male dominated home, I learned to kick some ass. I'm pretty much one of the guys. That's all I really want to be." she admitted.

After the feast, a prefect lead us down into the dungeons until we came across the wall Father told me about with a snake doorknocker on it.

"Password?" the snake asked.

"Mudblood." the prefect said, making the wall slide into itself.

We walked in, Hannah gaping at her new surroundings as I remained cool.

It was large and oval shaped with a crackling fire in the grate and two staircases.

"The boys are on the left, the girls on the right." The prefect said, nodding towards the boys staircase "Now off to bed, you lot! You don't want to oversleep on your first day of lessons. Good night." the prefect added, leaving to meet up with a large group of friends.

"Well, night, Hannah." I said, smiling at the girl.

"Night, Draco." she returned before going up to her room with the rest of the Slytherin girls.

I smirked and walked into my dorm, where my trunk was waiting by the center bed.

"Hello." I said to my dorm mates.

"Hey, Malfoy." Crabbe, Blaise and Goyle said in unison.

"Hey, Drake." Theodore Nott said sneering "That girl's not a bad piece of work, is she?" he asked.

"Buzz off, Nott." I said, petting my owl Aurora.

"Yeah, you looked like her older brother when she was arm wrestling me." Blaise said.

"And you were enjoying being in her company." Goyle said before everyone stood a little straighter.

"You fancy Hannah Potter!" they said together.

"No!" I snapped, laying in my bed "I do not fancy her!"

"He's right…he doesn't fancy her." Nott said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah…he loves her!" Crabbe said.

"I do not love her!" I snapped again, rolling over "I'm going to bed, good night!"

"So you can dream about Hannah?" Goyle asked, putting emphasis on her name.

"Shut up, all of you!" I said before closing my eyes.

"Me like Hannah Potter, please! I barely know the girl." I muttered before going to sleep.

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