A/N: Hello again! I would have posted this last night but I actually typed it on the car ride back from NY. If there are any mistakes let me know!
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Chapter 2: Introductions
"Well mister, Laufeyson? Was it? I would like to humbly accept your transfer to Hogwarts." The old man behind the desk placed the stack of papers the Frigga look-a-like had handed him off to the side and folded his hands together, smiling at Loki with an odd glint in his eye. Loki didn't particularly like the seemingly foolish man, especially when he felt a nudge at his mind barriers. He had let them down and allowed the bearded man to see the fabricated memories of a false childhood. He seemed almost unsatisfied with what he found when he frowned disapprovingly at Loki. "We will announce your arrival later this evening at supper, where you will be sorted into a house. The houses include Gryffindor, for the brave, Hufflepuff, for the loyal, Ravenclaw, for the intelligent, and Slytherin, for the cunning. Until then you may choose your class subjects that you would like."
He continued explaining the class schedules and other important pieces of information to Loki and Frigga look-a-like. After he finished, he led Loki and the Frigga look-a-like to an empty room where Loki could choose his classes in peace and continued leading Frigga toward what Loki found out to be the front of the school. The duplicate dispelled when the old man, Dumb Door or something of the sort, closed the schools front doors. Receiving the duplicates memories, Loki found that she had been told to get certain items and bring them to him by the end of the day. He called forth another duplicate and fashioned this one to look like a regular mortal and teleported him to this "Diagon Alley" place.
About thirty minutes later, a stern looking woman opened the door and spoke with a very prim, Scottish burr. "Come with me, please, Mr. Laufeyson. I shall escort you to the Great Hall, where your sorting is to be held. Your mother returned with your items and they will be transported to your room once we place you in a dorm."
Loki didn't reply verbally, but raised himself from his chair and rounded up his filled out papers. He placed them in her thin, outstretched hand and followed her to an empty room. She handed him a set of black, plain robes and ordered him to change and quickly left the room, locking the door. He could hear from behind large doors, opposite the doors the stern woman had just locked, the booming voice of the Headmaster on the other side. When he heard him speak of a transfer from Drumstrang, a school in Scandinavia Loki had heard of a long time ago when he had went to Midgard with Thor, the doors in front of him opened wide.
The room he gazed upon had four long tables laid with glittering golden goblets, plates, and other things. At the tables sat hundreds of curious faces, ages ranging from eleven to seventeen. The magical presence of each student almost knocked Loki over, but he managed to block it out. Unfortunately, this led to him also blocking out the castles influence in supplying his magic. He felt better than he had when he had first gotten out of his cell but not by much. He swayed on his feet and hoped the gathering of pondering faces would assume it was the result of some form of social anxiety. Above the children were thousands of lit candles, something Loki wasn't happy about, considering when candles melted they tended to drop wax. The ceiling was utilizing some form of magic to create the illusion of it being open to the sky, a dark sky filled with brilliantly glistening stars. At the top of the hall there was a long table where a multitude of adults sat. Loki could accurately conclude that these were the teachers.
He noticed a lone stool in the front of the hall with a raggedy old hat sitting on it. His lip curled in disgust at the foul thing and curled even further when he found out he was expected to place it on his head. There could be lice swimming in that cesspool of dandruff and filth from these disgusting mortal children, he snarled to himself. He walked, stumbling, to the hat and silently charmed his hair to not take in any sort of filth. He discovered that the slight charm took a lot more power than he had wanted and found his head spinning. He sat on the bench lethargically and allowed the hat to be placed on his head by the woman from earlier.
Hmmm, please put down your mental barriers, Loki heard. He obliged, letting the hat look at his fabricated memories that he had shown the Headmaster. He had used a mortal version of his own life, making it seem like he was a pure-blood wizard who had been adopted by Odin and Frigga, also pure-bloods. He had made slight changes to things like scenery but not much to anything else. The hat searched for a few more moments before bellowing out SLYTHERIN.
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Harry entered the Great Hall, Hermione and Ron at his side, and sat in his usual seat. He was starving and completely ready for the delicacies Hogwarts had to offer for dinner. He was growing increasingly agitated by the second though, when it seemed the food was taking longer than normal to appear, as was Ron if his moans were any testament. His agitation morphed into curiosity, though, when Dumbledore stood up to the podium to speak. He tapped a few times to gain everyone's attention and bellowed out in a voice louder than seemed possible for such an old man.
"Greetings students and teachers. This evening we will be having a special guest join us. He will be transferring in all the way from Drumstrang, please welcome Loki Laufeyson!"
The doors to the picture room swooped open to allow a, what Harry assumed to be, thirteen-year-old boy with scraggly, long, curly, black hair. He was wearing the regular black robes the first years getting sorted wear. He looked too thin to be healthy with a sullen face and dark bags under his eyes. He had brilliant green eyes that were only matched by Harry's own. He swayed for a minute before staggering towards the stool with the sorting hat on it. He seemed incredibly weak and weary and it was unsettling. His lip curled in disgust at the ratty old hat in a decidedly Slytherin like manner. Mcgonagall placed the hat atop his head without verbal protest and he relaxed his face into an unamused expression.
After a few seconds the hat yelled SLYTHERIN and the table of the cunning cheered. He raised himself shakily from the stool, closing his eyes briefly and steadying himself, before walking to the cheering table. He examined the table for a minute before finding a seat right next to Malfoy. Pansy must be sick, he mused when he didn't see the pig-nosed girl anywhere at their table.
"What do you supposed the deal is with that, mate?" Ron asked. Harry just shook his head, still staring at the Slytherin table. The black-haired boy, Loki, was making idle chatter with a disgruntled Malfoy. Loki smirked maliciously and looked right into Harry's eyes. Harry quickly shot his eyes to the food that had suddenly appeared and began to pile it on his plate.
"All the way from Drumstrang? At this time in the year? We've only had one week of school," Hermione spoke absently. Harry looked back at the unhealthy looking boy and noticed both him and Malfoy were now smirking. He'd have to keep an eye on them.
Loki was slightly startled by how loud the hat had yelled directly into his ear and was thankful when it was removed. A table that exuded pride and sneakiness began cheering and applauding. Loki stood from the stool and felt woozy, closing his eyes to regain his balance. He heading towards the table of cheering students and examined each of their faces. Letting his magical barrier down slightly, he searched for the most powerful wizard of his age at the table. Though he had only let the barriers down enough to feel his own table, he could sense an incredibly powerful source of magic coming from the table of red and gold. He zeroed in on a pale, blonde male who was the third year student who seemed to have the largest magical presence. He noticed an empty space beside him, luckily, and went over and sat down.
The blonde seemed incredibly snooty as he turned his nose up and grabbed some of the food that had appeared on the table. Loki disregarded the food, feeling almost sick from the smell. With how little he had eaten since being imprisoned he couldn't stand the thought of putting anything in his shrunken stomach.
"You look sick," the blonde said offhandedly. Loki scoffed and picked up an already buttered role, placing it on his plate but not touching it.
"Thank you for that expert observation," Loki remarked sarcastically. He smirked at Malfoy's disgruntled expression. Feeling eyes on him, Loki looked directly into eyes almost as green as his own. He knew this was the boy he had felt earlier with the overpowering magical presence. The black-haired boy looked down at the food that had appeared almost instantly. "So, any inside opinions from an experienced student such as yourself?" Loki turned back to Malfoy.
"Stay away from Hagrid, he's an absolute tragedy in and out of the classroom. He's the big, bearded one at the end of the table." Loki looked to see the large man from the forest chatting to a disinterested man with dark greasy hair. "Next to him is Snape, he's our head of house. He teaches potions and hates Gryffindors." Both of the boys smirked then. "He's also my godfather and I've known him for a while so don't worry, he's not as cruel as he looks."
Malfoy continued to give his opinions of each teacher and class while Loki stared desperately at the bread roll he placed on his plate. He knew, medically, he should probably eat at least that or he would never regain his strength. He pinched off a sizable piece of the bread and placed it in his mouth. He relaxed his tense shoulder and closed his eyes, focusing and relishing in the taste of the perfectly baked bread. He wouldn't have noticed the moan that slipped out of him if Malfoy had not commented on it.
"How long has it been since you ate?" He asked incredulously. Loki looked at him and noticed he was staring at Loki, so he shot him a smirk and swallowed the glorious bread. He stopped himself from taking another bite, knowing it would probably make him throw up. He already felt incredibly full and he took a sip of the odd liquid in his cup and deemed it satisfactory, downing the rest of the goblet. Malfoy shook his head at him and went back to his own meal. "Pumpkin juice," he offered when Loki placed the empty goblet back on the table.
"Excuse me, Mr. Laufeyson." Loki was surprised to hear a prude voice behind him say. He turned to see the professor, Snape, covered in billowing robes. He pulled out of them a piece of paper and handed it to Loki. Loki took it and glanced at it, seeing his class list. "I expect you to have impeccable behavior and punctuality as is expected of your other housemates. You will have a bed in Mr. Malfoy here's dorm. Enjoy your stay at Hogwarts." He walked back up to the teacher's table and sat next to Hagrid, looking incredibly upset about that.
When everyone finished, Malfoy led Loki down to the dungeons and into their dorm. Loki found the bare minimum of items he needed, not having any other sort of material objects besides his school supplies. The only thing he had was the outfit he had come in, the one he had worn in the cell. Dark green trousers and a lighter green shirt with thick black boots. Not really caring for the outfit, Loki tossed it in the corner of the chest and covered it with his other items. His duplicate self was smart enough to steal him a, ironically, dark green messenger bag. He closed the chest he had been rifling through and sat down on his bed. He laid back and closed his eyes, falling into the best sleep he had in an incredibly, astoundingly long time.
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