Author's Notes:

So, I'm still here, I guess, to all those who are still subscribed and actually even still remember this story. I haven't really worked on this in a long time. Like 4 years? Technically I still haven't worked on it again yet, as this is just a chapter that I still had saved that I hadn't released yet, plus some minor editing. I'm posting this now, because I'm gonna start working on it again, though I really don't know how soon I'll post another.

Anyways, Brandon arrives at Hogwarts and gets sorted in this chapter.

Edit: In an attempt to reupload this chapter, I accidentally posted chapter 9 for a short while. I apologize for any inconvenience or confusion caused by my mistake there. Anyways, with no more ado . . .

Chapter 8

The rest of the summer seemed to fly by in no time at all. A part of Brandon didn't want it to end, but he also really wanted to go to Hogwarts. The best thing about life at the Burrow was seeing Harry smile and laugh every single day, among people that seemed to actually love and care about him. It was something he really always knew, but it really just reinforced the knowledge his own parents really weren't good people.

The night before the scheduled departure for Kings Cross in London, after everyone had finished eating yet another scrumptious dinner prepared by Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George brought out some of Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks and quickly filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour, much to their mother's chagrin.

The next day, the whole house was scrambling to get everything packed away in the car. Brandon really didn't know how it was going to hold all nine of them, as well as their luggage, but Mr. Weasley showed he and Harry how he had added some extra enchantments so that the trunk could hold more, as well as the back seat of the car.

Brandon could hardly contain himself once they were all finally in and ready to go, when Mrs. Weasley glanced in the backseat where he, Harry, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron were all sitting, saying, "Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they? I mean, you'd never know that it was this roomy from the outside, would you?"

Ginny, who was seated in the front seat between her two parents, looked back at them all and snickered as well. It seemed everyone but Mrs. Weasley knew—except maybe Percy.

As they left, Brandon thought to himself that he'd miss this crazy looking old house, but, as it happened, they had to return five minutes later so that George could run in and grab the Filibuster's Fireworks he'd forgotten. Then again, five minutes after that, so that Fred could grab his broomstick, and yet again when Ginny shrieked that she'd forgotten her diary. Needless to say, by this point, they were already running late, with tempers running high.

Somewhat nervously, Mr. Weasley made the suggestion that they could be there in ten minutes if they flew, but Mrs. Weasley insisted that they couldn't do such a thing in broad daylight. Even when her husband told her about the invisibility booster he had installed, she was still adamant.

They arrived at the station at quarter to eleven, and it was a mad rush unpacking all the luggage from the trunk of the car onto trolleys to haul them into the station. They had only five minutes left, according to the clock when they all arrived at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Brandon watched Percy go first, running straight at the barrier with his trolley, where he disappeared.

Brandon steeled himself. They didn't have time for him to be nervous about this, so he took his trolley and ran straight into the barrier immediately after Percy.

When he came out on the other side, he found himself on a platform full of people, mostly parents, from the look of it, next to a scarlet steam engine. Brandon hurried forward, right up to where he was supposed to board the train, when he heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking to Ginny behind him.

He walked over to them and told them, "Thank you for the best holliday ever!"

They smiled at him warmly, and Brandon returned to what he was doing. He grabbed his trunk off the trolley and hauled it onto the train, and began searching for a compartment, most of which were already either full or had a few people in them already. Finally, he settled on a compartment with only two other passengers inside, both of which looked to be first years like himself. He could find Harry and the others later, after all.

One of them a small, mousy-haired boy, the other a girl with waist length, pale blonde hair and earings of radishes, of all things in her ears. Brandon introduced himself to both of them. "Hello, I'm Brandon Dursley. Do you mind if I take a seat in here?

"Not at all," said the boy. "I'm Colin Creevey."

"And I'm Luna Lovegood," said the radish girl. "It's nice to meet you, Brandon."

At that moment the train started moving in no time and Brandon could see the station disappearing through the window.

"So what house do you think you'll both be in?" he asked the other two after a while.

"I don't really know," said Colin. "I was talking to some other boy that I met when I was in Diagon Alley with my parents. All of this is still pretty new to me. I'm muggle-born you see."

"Me too," Brandon told him. "But my cousin is a second year now. He's in Gryffindor."

"My Mum and Dad were both Ravenclaws when they went to Hogwarts," Luna said. "I want to be a Ravenclaw too, but I imagine I would do alright if I was put into another house."

"How do they decide what houses we'll all be in?" Colin asked.

"I don't know," Brandon told him. "Harry didn't tell me. Apparently it's tradition to keep it a secret until you actually attend."

"Harry?" asked Luna. "Harry Potter? Is he your cousin?"

"Er . . . Yes," Brandon said after a moment. He'd forgotten that his cousin was famous.

"I've read a bit about him!" Colin exclaimed excitedly. "He's the one that stopped You-Know-Who when he was only a baby!"

Just then, the compartment door slid open and Ginny poked her head inside.

"Oh, hi Luna!" Ginny said to the blond girl.

"Hello, Ginny," Luna said with a bright smile.

"Luna doesn't live too far from the Burrow," Ginny explained to Brandon. "Her house is in the same general area, a little further out from Ottery St. Catchpole."

"I see," Brandon said.

She turned to Luna and added, "Brandon and his cousin, Harry Potter, stayed at the Burrow with us during the end of the summer."

"Well that's nice," Luna said. "If you're friends with Ginny, then you must be a nice person. Ginny's always been so nice to me."

"But I was looking for you," Ginny turned back to Brandon. "Have you seen Harry and Ron? Hermione says she hasn't seen you or them anywhere, and she's been looking through the compartments.

"I haven't seen Harry and Ron since we boarded the train," Brandon told her.

"That's what Fred and George and Percy all said too," Ginny said worriedly. "I hope they didn't somehow miss the train."

"I'm sure they made it onto the train just fine," Brandon reassured her, but began to worry a little bit himself. "But I'll help you look."

And so, Brandon left Colin and Luna in their compartment and began walking down the corridor of the train cars checking each compartment as he went for Harry and Ron. Some were annoyed by this, while others were concerned about their missing classmates. A few Slytherins threatened to hex the next person that opened their compartment door looking for Harry Potter.

After a while of this, Brandon finally came across Hermione. "Ginny told me that she found you," she said. "You didn't find either of them did you?"

"No," he told her. "I haven't seen either of them, and no one else I've asked has seen them either."

"I've told Percy, and he says he's going to go talk to the conductor," Hermione said.

"I hope they're alright," Brandon said. "Perhaps they just missed the train and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are going to bring them in by Floo Powder or something."

"I just hope they don't do anything stupid," Hermione fretted.

"I guess all we can do is wait and see," Brandon told her. "We'll have to make sure and tell the professors once we arrive."

Hermione brought Brandon back to her own compartment, where she introduced him to a boy named Neville Longbottom. He was holding onto a toad that Brandon soon learned was named Trevor.

After a while, a smiling, dimpled woman slid back the compartment door and asked, "Anything off the cart, dears?"

Brandon bought several chocolate frogs and some pumpkin pasties, while Hermione declined anything. Neville only bought a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and some cauldron cakes.

Breaking into one of the Pumpkin Pasties, Brandon asked Hermione if she knew whether it was okay if they finally got to practice any magic on the train.

"We're not supposed to do any magic outside of school at all," Hermione told him. "But really, no one ever follows that rule on the train. As long as you don't disturb the other passengers, no one will say anything, and the Prefects will leave you alone about it."

"Hermione, are you okay?" Neville said jokingly. "Since when have you ever been okay with bending the rules?"

"You know perfectly well that I didn't know last year that practicing on the train was technically breaking the rules," Hermione told him. "I asked Percy about it later when I realized that it was, and he told me what I just told Brandon, and he's a Prefect."

Having nearly memorized the The Standard Book of Spells by now, Brandon drew forth his wand, remembering the swish and flick movement that he'd seen illustrated in Magical Theory, and said, "Wingarium Leviosa!" pointing the wand at a chocolate frog package, which proceeded to slowly float in the air until it was at about eye level with the three of them.

"That's really good," Hermione told him beaming. "And honestly, that's one of the slightly more complicated spells in the first year spellbook. You have to get the wand movement just right."

"Well I've been reading and rereading Harry's textbooks ever since we arrived at the Weasleys' at the beginning of August," Brandon explained. "Until I finally got my own copies at Flourish and Blotts."

"You're certainly a lot better at magic than I am," Neville told him. "I had to practice that spell for weeks!"

"Very few first years get it on their first try," Hermione reassured him.

"What's your favorite class, Neville?" Brandon asked him.

"I do best in Herbology," he told him. "I love the greenhouses and all the strange magical plants inside."

"What about you Hermione?" Brandon said, turning to her.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly choose just one class!" she said. "I love all of them!"

After a while, when Brandon had eaten most of his Pumpkin Pasties - one of which he had given to Hermione - Neville commented that it was getting later and they should all probably change into their robes.

So, with that, Brandon left them and returned to his first compartment, where he'd left his trunk. When he got there, he found Luna and Ginny sitting together talking alone; the Creevey boy was nowhere to be seen.

"I think we'd all better change into our robes," Brandon suggested. "It's getting later, isn't it?"

When Brandon and Ginny left the compartment to Luna so that she could have some privacy while she changed, Ginny glowered at him unexpectedly.

"Why did you and that other boy leave her in there all alone?" she asked him angrily. "Luna is one of the sweetest people you could ever want to meet, and there she was when I found her, sitting all alone in her compartment reading her transfiguration textbook."

"Hey," Brandon began defensively, "I left to look for my cousin and your brother. I didn't come back because Hermione invited me to come to her compartment for a little while. I have no idea what happened to Colin."

"Luna told me that some other first year boys came by and asked if he wanted to join a game of exploding snap with them," Ginny told him.

"Well, that's hardly my fault!" Brandon said.

Just then the compartment door slid back open, and Luna appeared wearing her school uniform, the raddishes removed from her ears.

"Oh, I thought you were going back to your compartment to change, Ginny?" Luna said questioningly.

"Yes," Ginny said, "I'm going now. I just wanted to talk to Brandon about something first." She left then, giving Brandon one last look which clearly translated to, You'd better still be here when I get back.

Brandon changed into his robes quickly in the compartment, fortunately, he had bought a small mirror when he had been buying supplies at Diagon Alley, because there were no mirrors in the compartment. He dragged a comb through his hair briefly and set these things back into his trunk, before he opened the door again for Luna.

When she sat down again, Brandon thought a minute for a topic of conversation. "So do you know a lot about dragons?" he asked, remembering that she wanted to be a Ravenclaw and thinking of one of the books in his trunk.

"I've read a bit about them," Luna replied.

Brandon dug into his trunk once again and pulled out the book he'd found about dragon's at Flourish and Blotts.

"This is brilliant!" she said, flipping through the pages. "It even mentions one of my Daddy's articles about the Iberian Greyscale! Though I don't appreciate them calling it a wild theory."

Luna then began telling him about how the Iberian Greyscale had been a very mellow species of Dragon, almost tame in comparison to other breeds, but Wizards valued their long teeth for several rare potions that couldn't be made without it.

"When they disappeared, everyone had thought that they had gone extinct, but Daddy has had eyewitness accounts of sightings in Mongolia, where he thinks they might have migrated to," Luna finished as Ginny slid the door back open, wearing her Hogwarts robes.

"Your dad is a writer?" Brandon asked her.

"Writer, editer, and publisher for The Quibbler," Luna said proudly. "It's a magazine that publishes news that the Daily Prophet won't report on. I forgot my copy of the latest edition back home, or I'd show it to you." She turned to her red-headed friend, "Hello again, Ginny."

"Has Brandon been keeping you company?" Ginny asked.

Luna nodded, saying, "Yes, we've just been talking about the Iberian Greyscale."

It wasn't too long after that that they arrived at the little station, just a ways outside of Hogwarts grounds, and everyone began to file off the train.

"Leave your things in your compartments!" Brandon heard Percy's voice call out. "They'll be taken up to the castle grounds for you during the feast!"

Once outside on the single, small platform, Brandon could see Hagrid holding a lamp, towering over all the students. "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" he called.

"Hi there, Hagrid," Brandon said to the giant of a man.

"Hello there, Brandon! It's nice ter be seein' yeh again," Hagrid told him cheerily. "C'mon, follow me! Any more firs' years?"

Brandon told Hagrid about how Harry hadn't made it aboard the train.

"Clamorin' chimeras!" Hagrid exclaimed, setting a faster pace down the steep narrow path for their walk to the shore of the Black Lake. When one of the students tripped behind him, Hagrid made himself slow down a bit.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' the Castle here in just a sec," he told them, remembering his job. "Jus' 'round this bend here."

Brandon gaped when he got his first look at the castle, sitting atop a mountain on the other side of a large, black lake; it was just so very vast, with many turrets and towers.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats at the shore. "C'mon now, let's get a move on!"

Seeing Ginny and Luna board one of the boats, Brandon elected to join them and was followed by another young boy with darker hair.

"Everyone in?" Hagrid shouted, taking one of the boats for himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"

And with that, they all began moving forward across the lake, which was as smooth as black glass. Brandon stared at the castle, which grew higher and higher above their heads as they got closer to the great cliff on which it stood.

"The name's Blaine McFusty," other boy, who had joined their boat, introduced himself, his voice thick with a Scottish accent.

"Brandon Dursley," Brandon replied, shaking his hand. He recognized the name, McFusty. It was in his book about Dragons. The wizarding clan McFusty traditionally took responsibility for the management of Scotland's native dragon species, the Hebridean Black.

"Ginny Weasley." "Luna Lovegood," the other occupants of the boat introduced themselves.

It's nice to meet you Blaine," Brandon said with a warm smile, to which the McFusty boy nodded politely.

"Same to all of you."

Once they reached the cliff, Hagrid told them to watch their heads as he led them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They moved down a dark tunnel, until they came to what looked to be a sort of underground harbor. They all clambered out of the boats, and Hagrid led them up a flight of stairs where they finally reached a massive oak door. He raised one of his great fists and knocked on it three times.

It was answered almost immediately by a black haired, severe-looking witch in emerald-green robes.

"Here's the firs' years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid told her.

"Thank you, Hagrid," she replied. "I'll take them from here."

Hagrid ducked down lower to whisper something to her, to which she nodded grimly. "Yes, I know. We're expecting them to arrive at any time now," she explained. When he heard this, Brandon exhaled a sigh of relief. They were okay.

Professor McGonagall opened the door wide and led them all inside across the flagged stone floor. Hundreds of voices could be heard from the doorway to the right - the rest of the school obviously had beat them here - but the professor led the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she finally said as they all gathered closely together. "Start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you can take your seats in the Great Hall, you will all be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has it's very own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school, so I suggest that you all smarten yourselves up as best you can while you're waiting."

Brandon swept his hand through his hair as McGonagall said this, wishing he had his mirror and comb.

"I shall return when we're ready for you," Professor McGonagall said before she swept out of the room. "Please wait quietly and patiently."

The other first years began murmering quietly to themselves, mostly asking the age old question, "How will we be sorted into our houses?"

Brandon turned as he heard Blaine McFusty talking to another one of the students. He noticed in the light that his hair was actually auburn. "Well whatever it is, it doesn't really matter all that much. We'll all be in one of the four houses and there's none of them that are really bad. I mean, Slytherin has a bad reputation for producing certain dark witches and wizards, which is a load of bollocks because there are plenty of Slytherins that don't practice the dark arts. Then Hufflepuff gets a lot of disdain for not producing as many successful witches and wizards, but really they're no less successful, they're just more humble about what they have achieved. My family's produced witches and wizards in every one of the four houses."

It didn't take long for Professor McGonagall to reapear. "We're ready for you now. Please form a line, and follow me."

They all did as they were told, Brandon standing behind Ginny and Luna, with McFusty standing behind him. Once she was satisfied, McGonagall opened the doors and led them all into the Great Hall.

The hall itself was grander than he could even have imagined. Along four very long tables - presumably one for each of the four houses - sat hundreds of older students. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets, and above them, in midair, floated thousands upon thousands of candles. Looking up, Brandon also saw that the ceiling didn't seem to be there at all. It looked just like the night sky, dotted with stars, much more of which could be seen here than at home in Little Whinging.

Looking out among the students, Brandon found what must be the Gryffindor table, as his eyes met those of Fred, George, and Percy. Next to them, shining like silver, stood a ghost, the first one that he had really noticed. Judging from the look of him, he guessed that it was probably Nearly-Headless Nick.

All the first years were marched straight up to the top of the hall just in front of the staff table, where there sat a stool that held a simple wizard's hat that was patched and frayed.

"What do we have to do?" Brandon heard the whispering voice of Colin Creevy. "Pull a rabbit out of it?" His own mind began to wander along those lines, when the a rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat began singing.

The hat's song, along with a catchy bit about the houses and personalities of the founders themselves, explained to them how the founders had originally personally sorted their new students into houses, themselves, but as they grew older, the reality of their own mortality set in, and they decided to create a new way to sort their students, by the use of a magical hat. It also told them what sort of qualities each house had, and what was expected of one that was sorted into any of them.

The whole hall burst into applause when it finished the song, and the hat turned to bow to each of the tables before becoming still again.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward then, holding a roll of parchment. "When I call your name," she began, "you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

The first few names went rather quickly - Creevy, Colin getting sorted into Gryffindor - and it was no time at all before Brandon's name was called as the list seemed to be alphabetical.

"Dursley, Brandon!"

Brandon stepped forward to sit on the stool, and took the hat to slip it over his head.

Hmmm . . . the hat whispered inside his head this one won't be easy. You're very clever - oh yes. An excellent mind, brilliant even; you'd do well in Ravenclaw. But you recognize that there are more important things than intelligence and general knowlege.

Brandon listened to the hat, speaking inside his mind and reminded himself of Blaine McFusty's words, "None of the houses are really bad." And McGonagall's, "Each house has its very own noble history and has produced outstanding witches and wizards."

Still though, it would be nice to be sorted with the Harry and the Weasleys.

I see that you have a preference for Gryffindor, the Hat continued. And you'd do every bit as well there. Plenty of Courage, yet not recklessly so. You know where to draw the line between bravery and stupidity. But you can be cunning when you want to, and manipulative if the situation calls for it. You could easily make Slytherin your home.

I'll go wherever you think I'm supposed to go, Brandon thought to the Hat, reasoning that even if he wasn't in Gryffindor that that didn't really mean that he wouldn't see any of his cousin or the Weasleys. Plus, he could just as easily end up with Luna, who seemed nice, or McFusty - whichever house he would be sorted into - who seemed like a decent bloke.

Well that's certainly a brave decision, the hat told him.

Well, that's what I thought when I thought it, Brandon told the hat honestly. Which is unfortunate, as because of my preference for Gryffindor, it could be argued that the thought was insincere and nothing more than a ploy to try and get what I want.

Such a thing would of course incline me to put you in Slytherin, of course, the hat told him with amusement, but the thought you're putting into it lends even more credence to the argument for Ravenclaw.

Brandon held his breath. So what will you decide?

I'm sure you'll be pleased that despite your own doubts and overanalysis, I judge your earlier willingness to go wherever I see fit as genuine. I think your courageous and noble heart will do very well in "GRYFFINDOR!"

The hat shouted the last word out loud to the whole hall, and Brandon took of the Hat and replaced it back on the stool, to the loud applause from the Gryffindor table.

He went over to sit next to Hermione, where he watched the rest of the sorting, free of stress.

Luna was sorted into Ravenclaw, just like she wanted, while McFusty, Blaine came to sit with him and the others that had had been sorted into Gryffindor. Finally, almost the last student on the list, they got to Weasley, Ginny, who was sorted into Gryffindor too.

When the Sorting was done, Professor Dumbledore stood in front of them all and said very warmly, "Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, however, I have a few words to share with you: I'd like you all to welcome the most recent addition to our staff, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who will be taking up the Defense Against the Dark Arts post."

There was a very loud applause at this, mostly from the girls amongst the students. Wearing robes of aquamarine tonight, Professor Lockhart stood and gave a brief bow, along with a dazzling smile. "Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. Thank you." He graciously sat back down.

"And with that little anouncement out of the way, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore said, and with those words, the golden plates, platters, bowls, and pitchers were all filled with food and drink. Brandon immediately dug in, his stomach growling ferociously.

After he'd eaten a bit, he turned to Hermione and asked, "So what's the word on Harry and Ron?"

"Well," Hermione began, "There are some most ridiculous rumors flying around. Some people are saying that they arrived here - not long after the rest of us did - in a flying car."

"They didn't!" Brandon exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well, McGonagall and Dumbledore have left the hall, do you think they're talking to them?" Ginny asked.

"They probably don't want them making some kind of grand entrance," Hermione said thoughtfully. "It wouldn't do to have students thinking it's clever to arrive late by alternate means of transportation. Especially flying cars if there's any truth to that."

Brandon shared a look with Ginny.

As the feast went on, Brandon continued to marvel at his surroundings. Ghosts floated down the hall, around them and above their heads. The students spoke to one another about their summers and about classes. The food was downright scrumptious, and Brandon did his best to try a little bit of everything.

When everyone had eaten their fill, the remains of the food faded from the plates, which were rendered just as clean as they had been in the begining, only to be replaced by deserts of every variety and flavor imaginable. Already stuffed, Brandon exerted enough willpower to be able to eat a slice of pie.

After some more notices from Professor Dumbledore - who must have returned with Professor McGonagall to the feast at some point - they were all led down the hall and up the marble staircase by Percy, who told them, "You'll want to keep an eye on the staircases, as they like to change."

Brandon looked around at the walls, portraits and other paintings were hung on the walls and all of them were moving. Many of the people in them even spoke to them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" said one cheerfully.

"So what did you think of the Feast?" Brandon asked Blaine, making conversation as they walked.

"Oh, it was great!" the Scotsman told him. "Every bit as good as at home!"

Finally, they reached the very end of a long corridor where there stood a large portrait of a very fat woman wearing a pink silk dress. "Password?" she asked.

"Wattlebird," Percy told her, and the portrait swung open revealing a large hole in the wall, which they all began climbing through. On the other side was a cozy, round room filled with squashy looking armchairs. Percy told the first years that the staircase on the left would take them to their dormitories, and the girls would be the same on the right. Brandon went up the stairs to investigate where he found a door with the words, First Year Dormitories on it. He went inside and discovered that all his things had already been brought up.

As he looked at the four-poster bed, it occured to him how tired he was, but he wanted to see his cousin, so he made his way back down to the common room, where Harry and Ron had just arrived, to the cheer of everyone else in the room.

"What an entrance!" said one. "Flying a car straight into the Whomping Willow! People will be talking about that one for ages!"

"Harry!" Brandon ran and hugged his cousin. "You had us worried when we couldn't find you on the train."

"Hey Brandon," Harry said, hugging his cousin back. After they made their way up to the dormitories - mostly to escape Percy, who looked like he wanted to have words with his younger cousin - Harry told Brandon the entire tale of how the entrance to platform nine and three quarters had simply shut itself down, causing them both to panic. He also told them how the car had run off into the Forbidden Forest of its own accord when they arrived, and how they had nearly gotten themselves expelled.

"Well, it certainly sounds like the two of you have had another great adventure," Brandon told him beaming. "Not that I'm overly jealous, mind you. I'm happy I got to come on the train!"

They all told each other goodnight, and Brandon made his way back to his own dormitory.

"So you're Harry Potter's cousin," Blaine asked him when he walked back into the room.

"Yeah," Brandon said tiredly. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed." He quietly got himself undressed, lay down on the very comfortable four-poster bed, and fell almost straight to sleep.

Author's Notes:

So, I realize there may be some that aren't happy with Brandon getting sorted into Gryffindor, and to be honest, I'm not 100% behind it either, but it is what I originally had planned, and it's really how it was always going to go, so I don't know what to tell you.

By all means, please leave a review and let me know what you think and/or berate me for letting this story go for so long without updating it.