Chris stayed at St Mungos for a week before he was transferred to Hogwarts and named a Ward of Hogwarts. In that time, Chris had become accustomed to the idea of living in the Harry Potter universe. He learned it was 1995 in this world, and when he heard the date he remembered he was born in 1995. Chris had managed to remember the name of the town he lived in, but either the maps the Healers had given him were outdated, or it didn't exist in this world.
He also learned that when he somehow entered this universe, he gained an already mature magical core. According to the Healers, he had a strange energy surrounding it, apparently protecting him from exploding while his core grows. Chris supposed this was a good thing. Even with his limited memory loss, he knew that exploding was generally a bad thing.
He was transferred to Hogwarts via a Portkey supplied by Dumbledore. He appeared in the Hospital Wing to his dismay, and was immediately allocated a bed by Madam Pomfrey, who looked a bit more portly than she was portrayed in the movies. She was obviously waiting for him, and didn't seem at all shocked by his patchy hair and purple rimmed pupils. Chris had noticed the eyes, and thought they were pretty cool.
Madam Pomfrey went through the same spells and such as the Healers, in order to make sure the Portkey had not affected him in any odd ways. She had no doubt heard about some spells not working properly with him, and after a few minutes concluded that the portkey wasn't killing him.
"Can I get you anything, dear?" she asked, smiling at him kindly. Chris thought for a minute, and ran his hand through his hair.
"Um, a mirror and a pair of scissors perhaps?" he asked. Madam Pomfrey looked confused, but summoned the mirror and conjured a pair of scissors for him. She watched in puzzlement as the boy used the scissors to chop at his hair, shortening the longer strands down to the newly grown hair. After a few minutes, all the hair was at an equal length.
"That should do until I can get it done properly" Chris muttered, handing the scissors and mirror back to Madam Pomfrey. The Healer looked at him curiously, before banishing the scissors and sending the mirror back to her office.
"Mr. Johnson," Madam Pomfrey said, Johnson being the last name that was chosen for Chris. He still couldn't remember his last name, and he refused to be called Smith, as it didn't clash well with his first name. "Professor Dumbledore is going to want to ask some questions concerning your origins. Would you be alright with that?"
"Yeah, I'll answer any questions I can. Maybe talking about it will spark some memories" Chris said, fluffing his pillow absentmindedly. Madam Pomfrey nodded and took out her wand. Chris watched in fascination as she waved her wand, muttering a spell under her breath and sent off a glowing silvery hummingbird, which vanished through the stone walls. After a few minutes, the doors to the hospital wing opened and an old man walked in. He was rather tall, with sparkling blue eyes behind half moon spectacles, a long white beard that could be easily tucked into his belt, and wore flowing robes of midnight blue decorated with stars that actually seemed to twinkle. He had a pointed hat on his head, and hanging from one of his pockets was an archaic watch.
It was Albus Dumbledore. The 105 year old wizard from the book series this world was based in. I could remember the book and characters, but no details. I know the main character is Harry Potter, and his friends are Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, but any details about their lives eluded me. It was as if I had seen a name in a newspaper but never met them.
"Good day Mr. Johnson. My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of this fine school. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about you" he said, sitting down on a plush armchair that appeared rather suddenly behind him. Chris suddenly turned analytical, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed the situation.
Pomfrey had left as soon as Dumbledore appeared. The doors were shut and he could feel that there was some static around it, the feeling he had come to know as magic. The meaningless use of magic and the grandfatherly smile may be an attempt to sway him to his side. Chris knew there was some kind of Dark Wizard running around. Moldy-something. Chris decided to play along and keep an eye out for any hints of manipulation.
"Yeah, sure. I'll answer any I can" Chris said, making sure to be polite and look him directly in the eye.
"Good, good. Now, first off. Can you remember where you grew up? What town?" he asked.
"I remember a town called Sunraysia, in Australia. I checked the maps that St Mungos had, but I couldn't find it anywhere. It appears it doesn't exist here" Chris said, looking down sadly. He couldn't remember his family, but he knew that he loved people there. Family, friends, a girlfriend maybe. He didn't know.
"Ah yes, one of the Healers mentioned that. Perhaps when your memory comes back more, we can arrange an excursion to see if we can find Sunraysia?" Dumbledore said, smiling at Chris gently.
'Grandfatherly smile, possibly faux promise to find my hometown. Slight manipulation, but nothing too major for me to react'
"Perhaps." Chris said softly. There was a short silence until Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"In the hospital, one of the Healers said they heard you talking in your sleep. It looked like you were having a nightmare. This is normal in those who have suffered any kind of trauma. However, what you said in your dream is quite interesting, and in one case, alarming" Dumbledore paused here, and looked over his glasses at Chris. "In one of your dreams, you shouted 'Get to the cup, Cedric', Mr Johnson"
Chris was shocked. Was he dreaming of events from the books? How? He couldn't remember anything, but apparently he could dream it.
Dumbledore continued, ignoring the look of shock on the boy's face, "It is curious you would dream of something that happened last year. A murder that happened last year. Is there anything you wish to tell me?"
"Well... I lied when I said I have full amnesia. I remember some things. One of them being that where I come from, you and this place and St Mungos are all places and characters in a book series. I can't remember any details from the books, but I guess my subconscious does. I don't know any details past people's names and small things like the fact that your sticks are called Wands." Chris said, deciding that this information isn't very dangerous to give to Dumbledore. The man looked fascinated by this, stroking his beard.
"Ah yes, I have proposed the theory that all of creation is naught but a book, but it was debunked by my fellow Warlocks. I suppose I may have been correct, in a sense" Dumbledore said, chuckling softly.
"What's going to happen to me, Professor Dumbledore?" Chris asked, deciding to be polite and use his title. The man waved his hand airily.
"Please, Mr Johnson, you are a Ward of Hogwarts, you may call me either Albus or Dumbledore. As for what happens to you, you will be tutored and housed here at Hogwarts, and monitored for any dangerous peaking that may occur from your rapidly growing core. Myself and some trusted affiliates will be working on a way to return you to your world, in the meantime" Albus said.
Chris nodded in agreement. It sounded cool to be learning magic. But he needed a wand of his own, didn't he? When he voiced his concern, Albus smiled and handed Chris a wand. It was quite long, gnarled and old, with odd bumps up the length of it. It was obviously Dumbledores. As soon as Chris' hands touched the wood, a purple spark struck the wood and sent it spinning across the room. Chris stared in shock, while Dumbledore waved his hand and summoned it back into its holster.
"As you can see, it appears you cannot use a magical foci, however" Dumbledore said, noticing the downtrodden look on Chris' face, "what with the size of your magical core, it is entirely possible you may be able to do wandless magic"
Chris was shocked. When he heard Wandless Magic, he somehow knew that it was a big deal. As if someone had opened a chest, memories spilled into his head. They were fragmented, but he instantly knew that wands were used to channel magic. Wands were required because a wizard's core was too small to channel the amount of magic needed for wandless magic. The fact that his core was big enough to not require a wand was a big deal.
"Isn't that impossible, though?" asked Chris, looking at the aged wizard in concern. The old man smiled at him.
"Not impossible, merely improbable. Due to your entrance into our world, your magical core was given a jump start and is growing quite fast. Whereas you should have the core of a teenage male, you instead have the core of a fifty year old man. Wizards and witches tend to get stronger magically with age, you should know" Albus explained. Chris was silent for a moment.
"Does that mean my magical education will be different? I mean, wanded wizards probably use magic differently to wandless ones" Chris asked.
"Quite right. As wanded magic requires certain wand movements, you'll have to concentrate harder to obtain the same results. However, with wandless magic, incantations aren't always necessary. I'll explain more during our first lesson" Dumbledore explained. Chris nodded, and after a few minutes of idle chatting, Dumbledore said something about meeting with a ministry official and left him to his sleep. Weeks on, September 1st hit and Chris was excited for the students to arrive at the school. Staying at the school with no one to talk to but the staff was boring, and he was looking forward to meeting other kids his age. During the weeks before hand, he had been having small lessons with Dumbledore. He was about up to 3rd year in practical magic, though his theory was up to date. The reason why he was so behind was that he had to learn how to distance his spell work.
By distancing, a term coined by Albus, he meant that he was given a fake wand and had to learn how to make his spells appear as if they were coming out of the wand in order to blend in. Rather than his spells appearing in his palm, he made them form a few inches in front of his palm, roughly where the tip of his wand was.
Albus had explained that during school times, it would be best for Chris to refer to him as Professor, so as to blend in better. Also, he'd be Sorted into his house after the First Years.
Chris was already in the Great Hall with the staff when the rest of the school arrived. He was wearing a pair of black school robes with a red, yellow, blue and green shield behind a big H. According to Albus, it was spelled to change when he was sorted. He was seated at a small table just off to the side of the Staff Table, and when the first years sorting was finished, he'd be called forward to be sorted. Chris was out of sight when the school filed in, and he scanned the crowd interestingly. His eyes locked onto a pair of students, one bushy haired and female, and the other redheaded and male. The names Hermione and Ron popped into his head, and he noticed another girl with red hair walking with them. Ron's sister, Ginny if he was correct. There was also a dark haired boy with them, with green eyes and glasses. Harry Potter. That was his name.
Shortly after everyone was settled, Professor McGonagall brought in a stool and an old hat, and left to fetch the first years. Soon, Chris would be seated under that hat, and he would be sent to his new house. He was a bit nervous, as he wasn't sure where he'd turn up. If anything, the Hat would probably know him better then he knew himself at the moment.
After a bit, the doors opened and Professor McGonagall led a line of 30-ish eleven year olds, a lot of them looking a bit nervous. After scanning the first years, he noticed there was an equal number ratio of male to female. Interesting…
As Chris pondered, the brim of the hat opened wide and it began to sing.
"In times of old, when I was new,
And Hogwarts barely started,
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted.
United by a common goal,
They had the self-same yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach"
The four good friends decided.
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided.
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw,
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there, so I can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
whose ancestry's purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those who's
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
with brave deeds to their name."
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot
and treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
when first they came to light.
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning just like him.
And only those of sharpest mind
were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest
and taught them all she knew,
Thus, the houses and their founders
Maintained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
for several happy years,
but then discord crept among us
feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four
had once held up our school
now turned upon each other and
divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
must meet an early end.
What with duelling and with fighting
and the clash of friend on friend.
And at last there came a morning
when old Slytherin departed
and though the fighting then died out
he left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
were whittled down to three
have the Houses been united
as they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
and you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
because that is what I'm for.
But this year I'll go further,
listen closely to my song:
though condemned I am to split you
still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfil my duty
and must quarter every year
still I wonder whether sorting
may not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
the warning history shows,
for our Hogwarts is in danger
from external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you...
let the Sorting now begin."
"When I call your name, you will come forward and put on the Sorting Hat. You will then be sorted into your house." McGonagall said, holding up a scroll.
"Alfredson, Joss" she called out. A small boy with mousy hair and wide aqua eyes stepped forward, visibly shaking. He put the hat on, and after a few seconds the brim opened and it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"
The house decked out in Red and Gold clapped loudly and the boy ran to join the House of the Brave.
"Ansel, Pris" "GRYFFINDOR"
"Atkinson, Ashleigh" "RAVENCLAW"
"Audley, Shelly" "HUFFLEPUFF"
"Crouch, Lana" "SLYTHERIN"
"Dyson, Peretz" "HUFFLEPUFF"
"Evanson, Haydn" "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Fry, Erle" "HUFFLEPUFF"
"Garnett, Dan" "SLYTHERIN"
"Huxley, Melvin" "HUFFLEPUFF"
Joyner, Mariann joined Melvin in Hufflepuff, Léonide Leandres went to Slytherin, Clay and Jameson Lovell went to Gryffindor, Brooks Lynton went to Ravenclaw, Avery Mann went to Slytherin, Christina Masters, Antonia Mercerm and Arsenio Newport joined Brooks in Ravenclaw, Amity North became a Slytherin, Brittney Randall went to Hufflepuff, Priscilla Rider went to Ravenclaw, Shena Rollins went to Slytherin along with Vince Roydon, Ethelinda Scott joined Hufflepuff, Terry Stevens became a Slytherin, Wiley Thorne went to Hufflepuff, Jamie Thorn went to Ravenclaw (Chris at first thought they were related, but threw that aside when he noticed that one was dark skinned and the other was quite pale), And finally Rona Tinker went to Gryffindor and Zavanna Victorson was the last Slytherin.
Everybody looked ready to eat, when Dumbledore stood up.
"We have one more person to sort, though he will be joining the fifth years. He is an exchange student from Australia. Come forward Mr. Johnson" Dumbledore said. There was some grumbling in the crowd, though a great deal looked on interestingly as Chris stepped into sight. He gulped as he walked over to the stool, feeling quite foolish. Chris placed his hand over his fake wand, feeling a bit of comfort from it as the hat was placed on his head. Unlike the eleven year olds, the hat didn't fall over his eyes.
"Hmmm, interesting. Very interesting. Even though I have observed your chats with the Headmaster, it is still a wonder to see proof of other universes in one's mind. But you're not here for that. Now… where to put you? You are quite brave, you'd have to be to deal with all that has happened to you, and you are quite knowledgeable. Very loyal to friends, and a tad bit manipulative, from what I can see… Hmmm, you have the markings of all houses, something I haven't seen since young Mister Potter. You seem fit for the same house I believed would suit Mister Potter, yet I see no qualms… well, better be… SLYTHERIN!"
Chris blinked, and took the hat off his head. He looked down at his robes as the Hogwarts Coat of Arms vanished and was replaced by Green and Silver with a snake. He walked over to the Slytherin table, and sat down away from most of the unpleasant students. He was startled when a blonde haired boy sat down next to him, followed by a pair of large boys who looked like Neanderthals. Before the boy could speak, Dumbledore stood to address the school.
"To our newcomers," said Dumbledore in a ringing voice, his arms stretched wide and a beaming smile on his lips, "welcome! To our old hands - welcome back! There is a time for speech-making, but this is not it. Tuck in!"
There was an appreciative laugh and an outbreak of applause as Dumbledore sat down neatly and threw his long beard over his shoulder so as to keep it out of the way of his plate - for food had appeared out of nowhere, so that the five long tables were groaning under joints and pies and dishes of vegetables, bread and sauces and flagons of pumpkin juice.
Chris set to work filling his plate with chicken, mash potatoes and even some small meat pies, all of which he covered in thick gravy. The boy watched him interestingly, and cleared his throat.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he said, holding his hand out. Chris glanced at it, and took it, shaking it slowly.
"Chris Johnson. Nice to meet you" he said, his Australian accent noticeable amongst the sea of British ones.
"What brings you to Hogwarts?" asked Draco, filling his plate also. Chris noticed he stuck to steaks and pork, rather than chicken. He also ate plenty of vegetables, something that Chris can't stand to eat.
"I recently moved from Australia to live with my uncle after my folks died. They were caught in an attack on the Magical Parliament, and were killed in the crossfire. Since I had no other relatives in Australia, I was portkeyed over here and moved in with my uncle and his wife." Chris explained, this being the back-story that they had agreed on.
"So your parents were witch and wizard?" Draco asked, looking quite casual about the question. Chris knew about the bigotry and prejudice against those of muggle parentage.
"Well, Dad was a wizard, but mum was a muggle. She worked with Dad in Parliament on Muggle/Magical relations." Chris explained. Apparently, magical society in Australia was a bit more advanced than the UK, and there were quite a few magical inventions over there that rivaled muggle technology.
"Oh, so you're a half-blood? Well, at least you're not Muggleborn. After the feast I'll introduce you to the guys in our dorm. When entering a new country, it's best to make good contacts" Draco said. Chris blinked, that was oddly nice. Maybe Draco was just a dick towards Harry and his friends? 'I wonder if I could get Draco out of his father's grasp.'
"Yeah, that would be cool. Anyone I should look out for?" Chris asked.
"In Slytherin, you'll be fine. We have to look after our own since most of the other houses hate us. Gryffindor is the worst, Ravenclaw is second worst, and Hufflepuff are too friendly for us to hate. Quite a few Slytherins have friends in Hufflepuff, and they're good study partners. The ones you want to look out for are the Weasley Twins. They're pranksters who mostly target us Slytherins. Jordan is their sidekick, and he often helps the twins out. Then there's the 'Golden Trio', Potter, Granger and Weasley. They hate Slytherins and never hesitate to blame us when something bad happens" Draco explained. Chris nodded slowly, digesting this. Something inside of him was telling me this was a clouded view of them, and that they weren't bad.
"Thanks for the tip, I'll be sure to watch out for them" Chris said, nodding in thanks.
When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the Hall was starting to creep upwards again, Dumbledore got to his feet once more. Talking ceased immediately as all turned to face the Headmaster.
"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices," said Dumbledore. "First-years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students - and a few of our older students ought to know by now, too." Chris noticed the old man smile towards the Gryffindor Table.
"Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four-hundred-and-sixty-second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr Filch's office door.
"We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
There was a round of polite but fairly unenthusiastic applause and Dumbledore continued, "Tryouts for the house Quidditch teams will take place on the –"
He broke off, looking enquiringly at Professor Umbridge. As she was not much taller standing than sitting, there was a moment when nobody understood why Dumbledore had stopped talking, but then Professor Umbridge cleared her throat, 'Hem, hem,' and it became clear that she had got to her feet and was intending to make a speech.
Dumbledore only looked taken aback for a moment, then he sat down smartly and looked alertly at Professor Umbridge as though he desired nothing better than to listen to her talk. Other members of staff were not as adept at hiding their surprise. Professor Sprout's eyebrows had disappeared into her flyaway hair and Professor McGonagall's mouth was pressed thinly together. Many of the students were smirking; this woman obviously did not know how things were done at Hogwarts.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome."
Her voice was high-pitched, breathy and little-girlish and, again, Chris felt a powerful rush of dislike that he could not explain to himself; all he knew was that he loathed everything about her, from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink cardigan. She gave another little throat-clearing cough ('hem, hem') and continued.
"Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say!" She smiled, revealing very pointed teeth. "And to see such happy little faces looking up at me!"
"Since when did they employ toads at Hogwarts?" Chris asked, causing a few people to snort slightly into their drinks.
"I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!"
Students exchanged looks at this; some of them were barely concealing grins.
"My god... All that pink is giving my cavities!" Chris moaned, causing a few half-bloods to snicker, while the Purebloods looked confused.
Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again ('hem, hem'), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them.
"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them for ever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."
Professor Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back to her. Professor McGonagall's dark eyebrows had contracted so that she looked positively hawklike, and Chris distinctly saw her exchange a significant glance with Professor Sprout as Umbridge gave another little 'hem, hem' and went on with her speech.
"Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation…"
"Someone stun her, please… I can't stand the conflicting speech!" Chris said, dropping his head onto the table with a clunk. The scene made a few students giggle, and the older students looked on disapprovingly. Draco gave Chris a raised eyebrow, though his lip did curl slightly.
"…because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgement. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."
She sat down. Dumbledore clapped. The staff followed his lead, though Chris noticed that several of them brought their hands together only once or twice before stopping. A few students joined in, but most had been taken unawares by the end of the speech, not having listened to more than a few words of it, and before they could start applauding properly, Dumbledore had stood up again.
"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, that was most illuminating," he said, bowing to her. "Now, as I was saying, Quidditch tryouts will be held…"
"Jesus Christ Almighty, that woman needs a cough drop or something" Chris said, facepalming slightly. After a bit, the speech was done and Dumbledore sent them off to bed.
"Come on Chris, I gotta lead the first years to the common room. You come too. First years! Over here!" Draco called down the table. The eight new students came over and stood nervously. Draco led them out of the hall along with a pug faced girl called Pansy Parkinson, and led the way down to the dungeons. As they walked down a spiral staircase off to the side of the hall, Chris noticed Harry Potter heading up the marble staircase by himself.
Chris followed the Slytherin Prefects into the dungeons where they stopped at a seemingly blank slab of wall. Looking closely, Chris could see a shadow on the wall shaped like a snake, and he could feel the static of magic that covered it.
"The password changes every fortnight. The new one is Myrdyn Emrys" Draco explained, the wall melting away when the password was spoken. The prefects led the eleven year olds and Chris into the common room, which was rectangular and long, with a warm fire at the end and several torches on the support pillars. There were plenty of comfy seats and couches strewn around the room, and off to the side was a book shelf and collection of tables for studying. Two doors led off on the left and right, and a third door stood on the left wall close to the entrance. It stood ajar, and inside Chris could see several cauldrons on tabletops.
"Welcome to the Slytherin Common Room. Boys Dormitories are off to the right, Girls to the left. The books are there for anyone to read, but due to an enchantment they cannot be taken from the common room. The potions lab is open to any students above 3rd year, and those under 3rd year must be accompanied by an older student unless given permission by the Head of House" Draco explained.
"Our Head of House, Professor Snape, will be coming to speak to you personally" Pansy said, her normally shrill voice softened when speaking to the young ones. At that moment, the door to the Common Room melted away again, and Severus Snape swooped into the room. Chris was reminded of a large bat, and stayed quiet as Snape spoke to them.
"Congratulations. You have been sorted into the House of the Cunning. Here, you are a family. And like families, you will fight. You will quarrel. But outside of his common room, you put all squabbles aside. The other houses dislike us, and thus we must watch each others backs. This house is the House of the Elite, and we must act like it. Make your house proud, and you will go far in life. Fail to do so and give Slytherin a bad name, and you will be punished. Severely. If you have any issues or problems settling in, my door is always open to Slytherin Students." Snape said, looking down on them with piercing eyes. Chris immediately avoided them, looking at his head of House's chest.
"You'd best be getting to your dorms." Snape said, before he turned with a swish of his cloak and walked out, barely slowing down as the entrance to the common room melted away.
"You heard the man, off to bed. You'll find your dorms easily enough, the doors are marked by your year" Pansy said, gesturing the four girls towards the left door. Draco did the same with the four boys and Chris, and after making sure the boys were in their dorm and not fighting, he led Chris to their dorm. They found the door marked with a silver 5, and Draco pressed his hand to it and unlocked it.
The dorm was quite tasteful, and was rectangular like the common room. The walls had rich wood paneling and a dark green carpet, and there were six beds lining the walls, along with six desks and six wardrobes. A window currently showed an illuminated view of under the lake, and as Chris watched a large squid swam by.
"That bed is yours, as it's new. It appears your trunk was delivered during the sorting. Say, do you have an owl?" asked Draco suddenly. Chris blinked.
"Uh, no. In Australia we use these things called Jump Stones. They're like a modified Portkey that delivers the letters and mail instantly" Chris explained. He'd pretty much spent 3 days absorbing the magical culture of Australia so his cover story would be solid.
"Huh, interesting. Do you have any to show?"
"Nah, they wouldn't let me bring it into the country. For some reason Wizarding Britain really doesn't like the newer magical inventions" Chris said. This was actually true. The Ministry was so corrupted it didn't allow any advanced magic from other countries. Some rubbish about revolutionary spells being too unstable for the economy.
That didn't stop him from learning some of the spells himself from a book that Albus had smuggled into Britain, for 'academic reasons'. A lot of the spells had Aboriginal roots, though a good many had Latin, Greek and German origins.
Just then the door opened and the other two boys who shared the room with Chris, Draco and the Neanderthal's walked in.
"So, you're the new kid eh?" said the black skinned boy. He had black hair that fell to his shoulders, and his face was quite aristocratic. "Name's Blaise Zabini, and this is Theodore Nott. Nice to meet you" Blaise said, holding his hand out. Chris took it and gave the other boy a firm shake, before offering his hand to Theodore. The other boy looked at his hand and sneered, before walking over to his bed.
"Don't recognize your surname" Nott said, opening his trunk and getting his pajamas out (green silk pajamas with a snake motif on the back).
"Well, you wouldn't, as I moved from Australia" Chris said, rolling his eyes and getting his own pajamas out (Just a pair of black boxers and a singlet).
"So are you a pureblood, halfblood or mudblood?" asked Nott, pulling his robe off and getting changed.
"I'm halfblood, though over in the Land Down Under, we don't classify people by their parentage or blood. We do the decent thing and define people by who they are and what they do" Chris said, throwing in a bit of a mocking tone. Nott glared at him, now in his pajamas and sat down on his bed.
"What do your parents do?" he asked, not sounding like he really cared. Chris assumed he was just trying to figure out if Chris was to be an ally or an enemy.
"My dad worked in the Magical Parliament as part of the Muggle/Magical Relations Department, and my mum helped him in that area. They're dead now, they got caught in an attack against the government building and were killed in the crossfire" Chris explained, climbing into bed.
"You're father worked with filthy muggles?" asked Nott in disgust, staring at Chris as if he was infected with some disease. The blue eyed reality traveler narrowed his eyes and glared at the other boy. He decided to be a little evil, and wandlessly used his magic to make his eyes glow slightly purple.
"Do not insult my father. The last person to insult my family lost the ability to have children. Insult my family again, and I will not hesitate to go one step further" Chris said calmly, his eyes flashing slightly with very word before the purple faded and he shook his head, "Anyway, I'm gonna get some shut-eye. Night!"
Chris then whipped the curtains around his bed, and pressed the rune carved on the bedpost that caused the curtains to harden as if they were stone, stopping anyone from opening them. He took his glasses off, placed them in the glasses case he'd gotten the other week and went to sleep.