Chapter 2

The school was actually an immense castle. Harry's eyes opened wide as he got up the stairs with about 50 other new students, just as astonished as he was.

A blond haired boy put himself in front of him and smiled in an evil way.

"So it's true." he started before Harry frowned. "The rumor I heard in the train, about the amazing Harry Potter starting school in Hogwarts, this year."

A long brown haired girl hit the blond boy with her elbow, giving him a mean look, just before to turn to Harry with a big smile.

"I'm Livia." she said, extending her hand.

Harry licked his lips and just shook the hand in front of him.

"Harry." he simply said.

"That's Draco. Don't mind him, he can be a little bit mean, but in the end, he's always very..."

"Shut up!" Draco said, frowning to the girl who just rolled her eyes with a smile.

"If you ever need a friend..." Draco started, extending his hand.

Harry stared at the palm in front of him. Deep inside, he felt something was wrong with all this. He didn't know what, and how, but he knew Draco was his opposite. Unfortunatly, he felt like it was not a good thing. He quickly looked up, but instead of seeing the blond boy's weird smile, his gaze met Livia's amazing green eyes. Harry couldn't help but smile back at her. Without thinking, Harry strongly shook Draco's hand.

He didn't see Draco's eyes. He just couldn't stop looking at the girl in front of him. Draco looked from Livia to Harry, than back to Livia. Seeing they wouldn't move, he put himself between them both.

"I guess our alliance can bring a lot to the magic world."

This, though, caught Harry's attention and he switched his gaze from the beautiful green eyes of his new heart's need, to the empty blue eyes of his new friend.

But he didn't have time to ask anything. A tall and old woman with a severe look sent all of them a quick glance. Draco and Livia moved to the other side.

"I'm Professor McGonagall, and this will be your home for the next year."

As her speech kept going about the houses and how all the students would be sorted, Harry started feeling nervous. He wishes, deep down, that his parents would still be there. He knew he could survive to all this without them, but he didn't want to try.

Finally, they all entered an immense room where 4 gigantic tables were alligned and already full of students who looked at all the new kids. But none of them really noticed, they were way too amazed to see all the eyes on them.

They were all walking two by two, and Harry was happy to see Ron next to him. He was looking around, and Harry realized how he was trying to look everywhere all at the same time.

"Wicked." the redhead whispered once more.

It made Harry smile, and for a while, he totally forgot about his problems.

The director of the school was really intimidating. He started his speech, and than ended it by talking about the sorting hat, who would tell each of the student in which house they should go.

"All the bad wizards come from Slytherin." Ron whispered to Harry as someone was sent there.

Harry didn't really listen anything until he heard her name.

"Olivia Cooper."

She quickly walked on the stage and sat on the chair. McGonagall slowly put the hat on her head. It took some seconds who seemed like hours for Harry. Suddenly, Livia grinned.

"Slytherin!"

Harry's mouth dropped. Slytherin? Than, he shook his head. Ron said all bad wizards were from Slytherin. He didn't say everyone in Slytherin was bad. Harry sighed in relief and his heart started to beat more normally.

"Draco Malfoy."

The hat didn't even have time to brush the boy's head.

"Slytherin!" was heard real loud.

Harry shivered, looking at Malfoy's evil smile. He watched him as he went to sit at the table with all his friends. He sat next to Livia who hugged him tight. If she liked him, than Harry would probably end up being his friend.

"Ronald Weasley."

Harry turned to Ron and smiled.

"Gryffindor!"

It sounded like the perfect house to Harry... but he didn't know why.

"Harry Potter!"

Everyone turned to Harry with surprised expressions, which made the young boy really nervous. Unsure, he walked until the chair and the sorting hat.