Harry Potter Fanfiction
Chapter 2

Quirinus Quirrell hummed quietly in his seat, staring intently at one boy, Harry Potter. The defeater of his master, no – his master was still alive – not the defeater. Harry Potter was more like a wall, a wall to be torn down. However, if the wall was up, his Lord was vulnerable. Harry Potter had to come down, and he would soon.

Quirrell's inner thoughts were disturbed by the clapping of everyone in the Great Hall, which prompted him to clap, even though he didn't know what he was clapping for.

One look at the Sorting Hat answered that question.

Quirrell put all his attention focusing on all that was happening around him, he couldn't miss this part. It was important for his Lord – the Lord that could most likely tell what he was thinking right now.

He shuddered, however, continued watching.

The Deputy Headmistress stepped next to the stool upon which the Sorting Hat lay, with a roll of parchment. She told the students instructions on what to do, whilst using her wand to amplify her voice tenfold – which Quirrell figured helped the students hear her properly, as her voice was clearly reaching his ears, and he was almost as far away from the hat as the students.

The Deputy cleared her throat, "Abbot Hannah"

She kept calling out names of students, some were sorted into Hufflepuff, others in Ravenclaw – his own house, albeit he didn't really care about any from that house – some were sorted into Gryffindors, whilst some were also sorted into Slytherin.

He kept a close eye on those in Slytherin. Whilst, children from any four of the houses could become future followers of his Lord. The Slytherin's had the most chance, pity that such few went into Slytherin.

Bulstrode Millicent, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson. All possible future death eaters.

'FOCUS!'

He almost stuttered yes but managed to only look nervous. He needed to stop losing himself int thought.

"-tter, Harry" He had almost missed the boy's sorting, unforgivable.

Whispers broke out, people wondering where the famous Boy Who Lived would be sorted, subconsciously they were wondering what his personality was.

Was he a kind Hufflepuff, who would give a helping hand, or was he a studious Ravenclaw, someone to look up to, someone who knows all the answers.

Or, was he a courageous Gryffindor, someone who would defend the Wizarding World at all costs, or was he a sly Slytherin, someone selfish, cunning, and ambitious.

His house would announce to the world his personality.

Quirrell waited for the outcome. "GRYFFINDOR!"

A pity, the boy was an idiot, well, at least it would be easier for his Lord to take him down.

Quirrell kept one ear out listening to everyone until it was by the looks of it a muggle-borns turn, the boy's name was Eric Schweizer. He probably came from an Orphanage, a possible half-blood, but very unlikely, he didn't have any traits of well-known families, he had yellow hair, sure but the only family that had yellow hair were the Malfoys and he knew that Lucius wouldn't have put a son – even if the son was a bastard – in an orphanage.

So, the boy was most definitely a muggle-born, maybe he would become a Ravenclaw. "SLYTHERIN!"

Eric – no Justin looked around himself and saw hordes of purebloods, all sitting down, eating their foods like royalty, thankfully he also knew table manners, so he didn't look odd there, however, everyone was staring at him, of course, they were doing a good job hiding it, but he could feel the stares on him.

Dumbledore had announced the feast only a few moments ago, and food had magically appeared on the table in front of him. Eric was thankful for that, as eating food gave him time to think.

Too much had happened in the past hour, and he needed time to process.

He wished that the past month hadn't happened, where he had been in his own little bubble, his only problem being the fact that he was an orphan.

But of course, why would whatever celestial being out there reincarnate him into the normal world, he hadn't been a devote follower of religion – he was an atheist, however, he wasn't sure if he was one now – he wasn't even a model citizen who participated in cleaning the town park and such.

He was just a therapist, he had a major in psychology, which really helped him not go into depression as a baby. He was someone who wanted to make the best of his life, he didn't care about impacting other people's lives, he cared about his own, he was selfish and proud of it.

So, why was he reincarnated into the Harry Potter – no, he was thinking too far into it, it just wasn't his style to think of the bigger picture, or be the bigger man, or put up a good persona for others. No, he just wanted to be the best version of himself, and – he would do that regardless of which world he was in.

He nodded to himself and began eating.

The feast only lasted for about an hour, probably for any slow eaters. Then, however, came the school song. Justin didn't sing the song, he just mimed the lyrics.

He was thankful for the Weasley twins, as they drowned out all the other students who had participated in the song.

Dumbledore wiped – were those tears? – from his eyes and said, "Ah, music, a magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

The Slytherin Prefects called out to all the Slytherin first-years, obviously hoping to get it over with – Eric knew that he would if he was a Prefect.

Unlike, all the other first-years of the other 3 houses, Slytherin first-years were coordinated, no doubt told by their pureblood parents on how to act and behave, It didn't take long for all the Slytherin's to arrive at their common room door, in the dungeons.

"Password?" asked the portrait. "Medusa," answered the unknown Prefect, and quickly led everyone inside, whilst closing the door with a swish of his wand. "Now, everyone should know here that there is a certain pecking order here, you'll understand a month here. Now, you lot should go and find your rooms, you'll be able to tell as your luggage will be there.

'Ah, yes.' Thought Eric, 'my normal clothes, and all my school stuff, my entire belongings.'

He wasn't disappointed or anything – maybe – however, he found it quite funny that his luggage was everything he owned at the moment.

It didn't take long to find his room, he just had to look at the bed with the least number of things.

He shifted in his bed, mentally counting from 1 to 1000, and slowly drifted to sleep.

Eric sat in the History of Magic class, which was taken with the Ravenclaws.

If you were to ignore the tone of Mr. Binns's voice and instead focused on his words, the subject wasn't that boring.

Upon receiving his books, a week ago, he had completed all of them. He hadn't memorized them, but he had understood them, and he condemned Harry, the chosen one who hadn't read the book 'The History of Magic'.

Maybe, if he had read that book, he wouldn't have been so clueless all the time. However, maybe know that he was here, Harry Potter would be different, hmmm... – too much thinking, to be honest, you wouldn't need to know the subject of History of Magic to be a good wizard, or to be successful.

But if you wanted to have good relations with anyone, then knowledge of this subject was a must.

Binns's had started the class, with an introduction of who – or in his case what – he was, and then proceeded to start repeating the first chapter of the History of Magic, however, if you were to listen closely you would realize that sometimes, he added things that weren't mentioned in the books, and would sometimes say jokes – in a monotone voice – that he would snort at, and get weird stares from his fellow classmates.

The class was very informative, Binns spoke about the time before the Statute of Secrecy, before the creation of Hogwarts, hundreds of years before even the birth of the oldest founder of Hogwarts.

Apparently, at that time, Wizards and Muggles lived together, racism – or looking down upon muggles – was still a thing, but less so, as Muggles had adapted to Wizards, and were killing them by the hundreds. Though, there were some wizards fought against the muggles, it was for naught.

This was mostly due to Wizards being killed off as toddlers, at the first sight of anything abnormal happening around them. If Wizards were born in a nice family, that didn't care if their child was a wizard. Then, the child would not be allowed to learn witchcraft, and most of the time, the parents saw fit to beat the magic out of the child which resulted in an obscurus.

Binns didn't say the word 'obscurus', he actually skipped that part. However, the book, or at least the book he had mentioned everything about the obscurus. It's first sightings, what it was, how it was formed – that was one of the pros of having an outdated copy of the book.

Eric happily listened to Binns, whilst listing down notes on a notebook, using an ink pen.

Potions class was boring and frustrating, especially with Snape staring the BWL down, hoping for him to make a mistake. The class felt more like a political battle between a celebrity and his hater, then a study session between the professor and his students.

All that the students had to do was, make a potion by perfectly following the instructions written in the book, and it constantly grated on Eric's nerves that the contents of the books might be false, because if the potions book for Grade 6 could be improved, then the book for Grade 1 definitely had to have errors in it.

The Transfiguration class – again taken with Ravenclaws – was a fresh breath compared to the Potions class.

Professor McGonagall was very professional, a trait that she had in the books as well if Eric remembered correctly. She was like a textbook teacher.

She first warned the class of the dangers of Transfiguration, then gave a demonstration to keep them hooked, then gave them notes to help them in performing Transfiguration magic, and then gave them a task to perform, turning a match into a needle.

Eric was very disappointed in himself by the end of the class, as the match hadn't even so much as twitched. He just didn't have the right mindset as he was still in shock by everything around him. He was naturally a curious person, however even if he found the answer, he would still question whether it was correct or not. That was the difference between him and Hermione.

The Defence against the Dark Arts class that was taken with Gryffindors was really just Eric trying to hide from the gaze of Quirrell and taking deep breaths to calm himself. Quirrell stuttered so much that it was hard to understand what he was saying, and Eric was already multitasking by keeping calm and trying not to look into Quirrell's eyes that he wasn't able to understand a word Quirrell said.

Another thing was that Quirrell kept questioning Eric, which damn near broke his mind. Why was the servant of Lord Voldemort, the person who had Voldemort in the back of his head interested in him?

Eric almost died of stress thinking about it at night.

Author Notes –

Chapter Finished: 10/11/20

AN1: Sorry, it took this long for me to write this chapter. I was just experimenting with how to write, originally the starting would be in Eric's POV, then I decided Draco's POV would be the best as it would take a look at his background a bit and create an opening for politics to seep in, then, in the end, I decided that Quirrell's POV was the best.

AN2: Another thing is that the schedule of Harry Potter is so confusing, I made a whole page detailing the schedule of Slytherin, and it's SO confusing, Is Defence against the Dark Arts a class of both Gryff and Slyth, and is Transfiguration for both Gryff and Slyth or is that only in the movies, in the end, I decided on a schedule that I liked and is canon in compliance to the books for the most part.

AN3: Another question, something that had me really confused. Who is Daphne Greengrass, apparently she's someone who's rarely mentioned in the books, and is in Harry's year… but she's not in the chapter 'The Sorting Hat', I've seen her a lot in fanfictions, but I've never heard of her in the books and I only realized that today.

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