Neb: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling owns the story. This is a story that takes place a Three years after Harry defeats You Know Who.
Norman Schneider sat on the train heading to Hogwarts. It was there two students moved in to sit with him. He looked up and saw a red-haired girl smiling at him along with a blonde boy with small round glasses. "Toby Green," the boy grinned. Norman shook hands with him, still confused about why they were smiling.
"Leslie Wright," the girl stated before shaking hands with him.
"Norman Schneider," he responded and they nodded.
"Son of Azkaban hero," the girl grinned. "I hope you join Hufflepuff like us," she grinned. "We would be very humbled if you were to stick around and be our friend."
"You guys want to be friends with me," he questioned, slightly excited. He didn't think to make friends would be so easy. The two of them nodded and he grinned.
"So what do you want to study when you get to Hogwarts," Leslie asked and Norman shrugged.
"I suppose investigation spells like my father would be cool," he bragged. The two of them had sparkles in their eyes after that.
"So cool," they both responded simultaneously.
"Hey, can I sit with you guys," a boy with black hair asked. His hair was short in the back but long enough to cover one of his eyes in the front.
"Sure," Norman smiled and the two others kind of scoffed. "What's wrong," he asked.
"This boy is from a Slytherin family," Leslie growled and Norman raised an eyebrow before the boy backed off and left.
"Why is that a problem," Norman asked.
"So naive," the tsked. "Everyone knows Slytherins can't be trusted after the war against him who will never be spoken of ever again."
"Who," Norman asked.
"You know who," the other boy explained.
"No I don't," Norman responded and the two of them facepalmed.
"Defeated by Harry Potter," they both explained.
"Who is that," Norman shrugged.
"His followers called him the dark lord," Leslie tried.
"Harry Potter," Norman responded still confused.
"No, Voldemort," they both yelled and then covered their mouths. Norman swore he heard a boy in another part of the train yell, too soon." The both of them looked ashamed.
"It's ok," Norman tried to comfort them. "I suppose I have a lot to catch up on."
"Hold on," Toby grinned. "You wanted to learn a spell that'll help you investigate?"
"Yea, sure." Toby pulled out his wand.
"Luminous Maxima," he spoke up and his wand lit up. Norman looked shocked and amazed and the other two students smiled happily.
"I got to give that a try," he spoke up as he pulled out his wand.
"So it's true," Leslie spoke up.
"He has one of Olivanders new wands," Toby added in. He smiled at them and then waved his wand.
"Luminous Maxima," he spoke up and smoke came out of the top of his wand instead of light. The other two jumped and he grunted.
"It takes practice," Toby explained. "Not everyone gets it right away." Norman nodded and the train stopped.
"We are here," Leslie grinned.
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Norman Schneider stood in the great hall along with his two new friends. "I can't wait till we are selected," Toby grinned as he pushed up his glasses. Norman wondered if he was going to even get selected. He failed to perform a spell with his wand, maybe he isn't good enough for this school
"Leslie Wright," the Headmaster called out. Leslie walked over to a chair where she sat down. The Head Master placed a hat on her head and it called out Hufflepuff. Applauds could be heard and Norman smiled for his friend. That was when he was called out next and he crossed his fingers and smiled at his friend Toby as he stepped forward. The hat went on him and he waited.
"Sadness," the hat spoke up. "Unfulfilled sadness, as if you were whisked away on an adventure you don't feel like you deserve."
"That's private," Norman growled.
"Such fire," the hat responded. "Gryffindor." Norman was shocked he wasn't sent to Hufflepuff with his friend. Applauds were heard and Norman stood up to walk over to the Gryffindor table. He turned his head to Toby who smiled when he was also selected to Hufflepuff.
"Hey, good to see you again," a boy spoke up. Norman turned his head to the boy he met on the train with the hair covering his eye.
"I thought you were from a family of Slytherins," he spoke up.
"I was," the boy responded. "I asked the hat to make me Gryffindor."