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*Last Time*
Harry decided to answer before Junipa did something stupid.
"Hello Andrew," Harry said quietly. "You better leave if you don't want trouble."
Andrew blinked, shocked. Nobody had ever spoken to him like that.
"Oh yeah?" snarled Andrew. Junipa seemed to finally have enough of it.
"Just beat it kid," she snapped and Andrew looked like he had been slapped.
"Do you know who I' am?" shouted Andrew. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Don't know, don't care," said Shane, but Andrew ignored him.
"I'm Andrew Potter, the Boy-who-Lived," said Andrew dramatically. "Now get out of my compartment."
"And I'm going to be the Girl-who-kicked-your-arse if you don't leave," retaliated Junipa. Just then the red head cut in.
"Oi, show a bit more of respect for him," the boy said. "He saved all of Britain and you all would probably be dead if it weren't for him." Harry decided immediately that he didn't like the red head.
"He'll get my respect when he's earned it," shot back Shane but the three boys merely brushed him off.
"Who are you?" demanded the blond boy, who hadn't spoken until now. He had an upturned nose and an air of self-importance that was only second to Andrew's.
"Who are you?" asked Harry in a slightly more aggressive voice.
"Zacharias Smith."
"Ron Weasley."
"I don't need to introduce myself," said Andrew arrogantly. "Everybody knows who I am."
"Not me," drawled Junipa and Ron shot her an annoyed glare.
"It doesn't matter," sniffed Andrew, who was clearly miffed about Junipa's comment. "I'm too high above you to bother myself with your obvious jealousy of my fame."
Harry's blood boiled and he grabbed his wand, pointing it at the three boys. Shane looked alarmed and put his hand on Harry's arm to lower his wand but Harry shook him off.
"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, Potter," said Harry coldly and softly. "It would be smarter to think before you speak."
Andrew opened his mouth again but Harry decided he had had enough.
"Now where were we?" mused Harry out loud. "Oh right, out!"
With a flick of his wand, all three boys were sent flying out the compartment and the door banged shut, locking itself.
"No offense Harry," said Junipa as she collapsed on the seat. "Your brother is a complete arse."
"None taken," replied Harry. "In fact, I'm going to have to agree."
"So," began Shane after a few moments silence. "Who wants to play a game of wizard chess?"
Six rounds of wizard chess later and Harry felt like throwing the pieces at Shane, something that Junipa had already done.
"I hate chess," said Junipa passionately as she watched Shane's queen practically murder her king.
"I believe I win again," said Shane cheerfully. He had won every single game, though Harry had fared better against Shane than Junipa. Suddenly, the compartment door flew open. There stood a pale blond boy with two gorilla-like boys flanking him.
"My name is Draco Malfoy and these are Crabbe and Goyle," the boy said with his nose stuck high in the air. "Who are you?"
Harry had the strangest feeling that the boy had visited other first year compartments with the same question.
"Junipa Raven."
"Shane Griffin."
Draco looked at Harry curiously. "Are you Andrew Potter?" Draco asked suddenly and Harry looked at him lazily.
"If you're looking for Andrew Potter," said Harry. "Look for the compartment where the pompous idiots are." A smirk was on Draco's face now.
"My name is Harry."
"I hope all of you are Slytherin," Draco continued. "The best house, you know." And with that said, he strode out of the compartment, the two thugs following him like two faithful dogs.
Junipa shook her head.
"The people here are too self righteous," she complained and Harry so far had to agree with her. He sincerely hoped that not everybody would be like that or he would go mad.
The rest of the ride was spent playing a game Harry had never heard about before, Exploding Snap. Junipa laughed gleefully as Shane's cards exploded in his face, singing his eyebrows and bangs, but Harry was looking out the window.
He wasn't sure if he could do it. Facing Andrew had been hard, but he knew for a fact that he couldn't face his parents. At least, not yet. Harry was sure if given more time, he could do it without hexing his parents into the next millennia.
They had all changed into their uniforms by the time they had reached the station and quietly exited the train, careful not to loose each other in the crowd of other students.
"Firs'-years! Firs'-years over here! All right there, Andrew?" Harry turned to see a huge man, with matted hair and beard and beetle black eyes. Andrew looked disdainfully at the man before turning around to talk to his friends. A flash of hurt was seen in the man's eyes but then it was gone and he yelled again.
"C'mon, follow me - any more firs'-years? Mind yer step, now! Firs'-years follow me!"
A lot of the first years slipped and stumbled over the narrow path the large man was leading them but Harry had walked down this path million of times, so he knew where exactly to step to avoid slipping.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," the man called over his shoulder, "Jus' round this bend here."
All of the first years gasped as they saw Hogwarts for the first time. Harry smiled silently as he gazed at the castle that had always been his home. Junipa and Shane were looking at the students amusedly.
The lake was right in front of them and Harry saw various little boats docked at the edge.
"No more'n four to a boat!" the man called, pointing to the little boats Harry had seen. Harry went over to a boat and climbed in, followed by Junipa and Shane. A small, petite girl was looking left out, seeing as everyone had found a boat and she still stood on the shore. Harry sighed and caught Junipa's eyes before nodding to the girl.
Junipa nodded and waved her arms to get the girls attention. The girl's eyes widened as she looked at all three of them.
"Come on, get in," Junipa said and the girl scurried on.
"Everyone in?" shouted the man, who had a boat to himself, "Right then - FORWARD!"
The boats started moving toward the castle slowly and Harry turned to inspect the girl. She had pin straight orange hair that was in a long ponytail with bangs framing her face. Her hair wasn't the flaming orange that the Weasleys' had, instead a very dark red orange. Her brown eyes were so dark they were almost black. Her skin was fair and she had some freckles sprinkled over her nose and cheeks.
"I'm Junipa Raven," said Junipa enthusiastically, obviously glad to have a female companion. "What's your name?"
"D-Daphne Greengrass," the girl said, obviously shy.
"These idiots are Shane Griffin and," Junipa continued. "Harry."
Daphne raised one eyebrow and Harry could practically see the internal battle in her, her curiosity against her shyness. Curiosity won.
"Just Harry?" she asked. Harry smiled crookedly at her.
"I prefer not to discuss my last name," he told her. "You'll find out soon enough anyways."
Daphne nodded, respecting his answer. They were now almost at the cliff and the man yelled at them, "Heads down!"
Everybody ducked their heads and the boats passed through a curtain of ivy. Harry was in shock; this had definitely not been here when he had been living with the Founders.
They all clambered out, Daphne giving a small shriek as she almost fell into the water, courtesy of Andrew. Thankfully, Shane and Harry had caught her just in time while Junipa was busy shooting death glares at Andrew.
The man stopped in front of the castle door and raised his gigantic fist and knocked hard enough to blow the door of its hinges.
The door opened and in the door frame stood a tall woman. She had a strict face and a mouth that suggested she had never smiled before.
"The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall," said the man.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
Harry followed Professor McGonagall with the other first years through the Entrance Hall, noting that the Professor obviously didn't know the shortcuts that Junipa, Shane and Harry knew.
Professor McGonagall led them into an empty chamber next to the Great Hall before turning to them. She started a speech, which Harry tuned out most of, though he looked at her sharply when she said "Slytherin" with obvious resent.
Harry wondered just exactly what were the reputations that Houses had.
The professor then left and Harry tried to flatten his hair a bit.
"I wouldn't even try," Junipa whispered next to him with a grin and he rolled his eyes.
"I wonder how you get sorted," wondered Daphne out loud.
"It hurts," Andrew said maliciously from behind them. "A lot."
Daphne paled but Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Andrew dead on in the eye.
"No, it doesn't." Harry said, clearly aware that everyone in the room was listening. "You just have to put on the Sorting Hat."
Andrew's face flushed dark red and Daphne looked relieved.
Harry then heard several gasps and shrieks. He turned to see about twenty pearly ghosts float through the wall and into the chamber. Harry gulped; he had known every single on of them when they had been alive and it pained him to see them as ghosts. He hoped they wouldn't make a scene when they recognized all three of them, especially with Junipa.
"Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"
Harry recognized that voice. He turned and smiled at the Fat Friar and Sir Nicholas. Just behind them, Harry also saw the Bloody Baron and the Grey Lady.
All four of the ghosts had seen Harry, Junipa and Shane and their eyes were bulging.
"Lords Harry and Shane, Lady Junipa," said Sir Nicholas excitedly, bowing to the three of them. "What are you doing here?"
Harry's face turned dark red and he glanced at the first years; they were all looking awestruck at them except Andrew, who looked mad.
Shane had taken charge.
"Sir Nicholas, Friar, Lady Helena, Baron," he nodded at each in turn. "Nos vadum opportunus laxus in astronomy tower dissero"
Harry and Junipa were the only ones who knew what he had said. Harry had to admit it had been clever of Shane to use Latin to speak, seeing as only Harry, Junipa and Shane and the ghosts were able to speak Latin. Roughly translated, Shane had said, "We shall meet later in the astronomy tower to discuss."
All of the ghosts nodded solemnly. Harry turned to look at Daphne and saw her not confused, like most students, but eyes wide in recognition. Of what, Harry didn't know.
A sharp voice cut through the silence.
"Move along now," said Professor McGonagall. "The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."
The ghosts floated through the wall, shooting significant looks at Junipa, Shane and Harry, making Harry's face burn.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall continued. "And follow me."
Harry then found himself squished between Shane and Junipa, Daphne in front of Junipa. Junipa's pale blond hair tickled his face and Harry had to try hard not to sneeze.
When they entered the Great Hall, Harry wasn't amazed by its overall grandness. He was amazed by just how separated the four Houses were. There were four large tables and at each table there was a different house. Back when the Founders were teaching, there had also been four tables but students were free to sit in whichever table they wished to sit at.
There was no such thing as a table only for Hufflepuffs, or only for Gryffindors. And Harry could also see House rivalries. Gryffindors and Slytherins were shooting glares at each other, and Harry felt sad about it. Godric and Salazar were best friends, even if they teased and pranked each other endlessly, and now their Houses hated each other.
They marched to the front of the Hall, where another table with teachers stood, something else that was new. Godric, Rowena, Salazar and Helga use to sit with the students.
There was a stool in front with a ragged hat on it and Harry smiled as a rip in the brim opened up and the hat started singing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find there kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall applauded and the hat bowed. Harry frowned; "Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends" didn't exactly sound Slytherin friendly.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," Professor McGonagall said with a long roll of parchment in her hand. "Abbott, Hannah!"
Harry wasn't really listening to the Sorting, though he came out of his thoughts when the Professor called, "Greengrass, Daphne!"
Daphne walked up to the stool on wobbly legs and sat down. Professor McGonagall set the hat on her head and it almost fell to her chin, her head was so small. It didn't take very long, maybe a minute or two, but then the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"
Harry clapped but then Shane was called up.
The hat spent a long time on Shane, and Harry didn't know what to expect. Shane might be the son of Helga and Godric, but he didn't really posses the qualities for those Houses. Shane wasn't brash like Godric, preferring to stay calm instead of acting immediately.
Shane could be in Hufflepuff; it was true that Shane was loyal and patient, though somehow Harry couldn't imagine his friend there.
The hat finally bellowed, "SLYTHERIN!"
Shane took off the hat and went to the cheering Slytherin table, sitting next to Daphne. Harry heard giggling next to him and looked at Junipa, who was laughing next to him.
"What?" he asked and Junipa laughed again.
"Can you imagine Godric's face when he learns that Shane is in Slytherin?" she said gleefully. "Salazar will tease him endlessly."
Harry had to laugh at the fact, seeing as it was true.
The list went on, until Professor McGonagall said, "Potter, Andrew."
Andrew strutted up to the stool and sat down, smiling a big smile at the whole Hall. There was lots of whispering and giggling from the other tables. Great. Another reason for Andrew's already inflated ego to be larger.
This was probably the longest sorting yet. Andrew looked as if he was having a battle with the hat. At the end, the hat looked like it was quivering when it shouted Gryffindor, stuttering slightly. The Gryffindor table bust into applause, lasting longer than any other applause had.
Harry gulped; he knew what was coming next. Junipa took his hand and squeezed it for a moment before letting go. Professor McGonagall looked so shocked to the extent that some students and teachers were looking at her worriedly.
"P-potter, Harry," she said and it seemed like the whole Hall gasped as one. Andrew had turned a rather interesting shade of purple. Harry walked up to the stool, looking braver than he felt.
Behind him, he heard shocked whispers and comments.
He sat on the stool and Professor McGonagall put the hat on him; the last thing before the hat slipped over his eyes was Junipa's reassuring face.
Hello Aiwyn said Harry and he could feel the shock from the hat.
Lord Harry? What are you doing here? Said Aiwyn, more commonly known as the Sorting Hat.
Change of plans, said Harry. Shane, Junipa and me came to the future.
Hmmm yes, I have already sorted young Lord Shane said Aiwyn. And of course, where you and Lord Shane are, Lady Junipa will also be there.
So, which House will it be? Asked Harry and felt the hat's contemplation.
Oh I'm going to be eaten alive by Godric for this, the hat sighed before yelling, "SLYTHERIN!"
There was only shocked silence in the Hall. Not only had everyone learned that the Potters' had another son, but he was in Slytherin. Junipa was the first who started clapping. Then it was Shane and Daphne, then a dark skinned boy next to Junipa and soon, it was all of the Slytherins, along with polite clapping of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
Harry felt relief and went to sit across from Daphne, next to Shane.
Harry didn't have to wait long for it to be Junipa's turn.
"Raven, Junipa," Professor McGonagall said and Junipa walked boldly up to the stool. The hat went over her green eyes and at one point Harry swore he saw a smirk on her face.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table cheered loudly as Junipa walked over. It wasn't really that surprising to Harry that Junipa had been sorted in Slytherin. Her cunning was only second to her father's.
The last one to be sorted was Blaise Zabini, a new Slytherin and the dark skinned boy Harry had seen next to Junipa.
The old man at the head of the table stood up and Harry presumed that this was Albus Dumbledore, the Leader of the Light.
"Welcome!" Dumbledore said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
The Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors laughed and cheered though the Slytherin just clapped politely. Food had suddenly appeared on the table and though Harry was surprised he didn't show it on his face.
After putting some roast beef and potatoes on his plate, Harry looked at his new House mates. They had emotionless masks on their faces, though some just had a sneer. Harry noted that Draco was one of these. Harry heard two twin boys who couldn't be more than second years talking next to him.
"I hope we win the House cup this year," said one twin. Both had dark brown hair that was spiked and gray eyes. "We haven't won in six years, with the Gryffindors always winning."
The other twin nodded.
"All of the teachers beside Professor Snape are so biased against Slytherin," the twin complained.
"The teachers are biased against Slytherin?" asked Junipa, who Harry realized had also been listening. The twins turned towards her.
"Yeah," said one twin. "We're apparently the "evil house" so no teachers will ever take our side in an argument, dock more House points than any other House and so forth."
"The only one who is fair with us is Professor Snape," said the other twin. "And then the other Houses always complain that Professor Snape prefers us above them, though they have no problem when the other teachers are unjust to us."
"By the way," said one twin. "I'm Charlie Diggory."
"And I'm Caleb Diggory," finished the other twin.
Junipa looked a bit bewildered but answered, "I'm Junipa Raven."
"Have any siblings in Hogwarts?" asked Charlie.
"Nope," she said. "I have a younger sister though."
"We have an older brother in Hufflepuff," said Caleb. "He's Cedric Diggory."
Harry tried hard not to laugh. The C-C-C Diggory family. The twins turned away to continue a conversation with another boy but it didn't matter to Harry because he had seen something that froze his blood.
Andrew Potter was strutting towards him, looking at him with an expression that he couldn't decipher. Andrew stood in front of Harry, who was sitting down, right behind Junipa.
"You're supposed to be dead," Andrew said loudly, and all chatter ceased when everyone heard this; every eye in the Hall was trained on the two boys.
"Disappointed?" Harry said dryly.
"You can't be Harry Potter," Andrew said. "Harry Potter was killed when he was five years old."
Andrew seemed to realize that he had said too much and he slapped a hand over his mouth. But the damage had been done; shocked looks were on everyone's face, including muggleborns.
Sitting at the teachers table, Severus Snape was in shock. Harry Potter? He had never even heard of him. But something in Severus's memory stirred and he suddenly remembered the day Lily had told him she had given birth to two boys.
Why had Severus forgotten this? But even more interesting was the fact that the boy was supposed to be dead.
Harry stood up slowly, with Junipa, Shane and Daphne.
"You mean, James Potter had murdered me," said Harry coldly. "Well, he didn't. He came close though. Extremely close."
And with that said, Harry strode out of the Great Hall with Junipa, Shane and Daphne at his side. Harry was fuming as he walked briskly towards where he knew the Slytherin common room was.
He went through the stone wall that served as the door to the common room, opening up immediately as it felt Junipa's presence. Junipa was the daughter of Slytherin and she didn't need a password to get in, just too merely be there.
"Arghh!" yelled Harry, mad at himself. He had said too much and he could bet this would come back and bite him in the arse.
"Come on Harry," said Shane. "Let's just get to bed."
Harry nodded and went over to the staircase that led to the boys' dormitories. Before he went he said goodnight to Daphne and Junipa.
"Oh and Harry, Shane," said Daphne as Junipa disappeared up the staircase. "EGO can narro Latin quoque , vos teneo"
And with that said, she went up the staircase, leaving Shane and Harry gaping. She had just said, "I can speak Latin too, you know."
"She knows exactly what I said to the ghosts," moaned Shane as they climbed up the stairs. In the First Years boy dormitory there were seven beds. Harry's trunk was in the bed next to the window and Shane's bed was right next to it.
Harry climbed into the bed. Something told him tomorrow would not be a good day.
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Oh and if your wondering, Daphne Greengrass isn't an OC, she was made by J.K. Rowling she just doesn't appear in the book. I just re-read that sentence and it made absolutely no sense….