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Bold- Parseltongue

Italics- Thoughts

On the Hogwarts Express, Draco and Harry talked. Harry told Draco about his horrible relatives, and about the Muggle world. Draco told Harry about the Wizarding world,a sport, Quidditch, and about how and why Harry was famous (which explained his father's comment about soiling his pants). Harry decided he didn't want to be fawned over like a pop star.

"Quidditch is so much fun! It's a sport that played on brooms-"

"Brooms? Stop pulling my leg! There's no such thing as flying brooms!"

"Yes there are flying brooms, Harry. And I'm not even touching your leg!" Draco protested. Harry sighed.

"It's a muggle expression. It means stop messing with me. Go on about Quidditch."

"So first years aren't allowed, but anyone second year and above can try out to be on their house team!"

"Draco, what houses?" Draco smacked his forehead.

"At Hogwarts, there are four houses. Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. Slytherin is the best, we're the snakes, and we're cunning and ambitious. Ravenclaw is the eagle, apparently the smartest. Hufflepuff house is apparently the most loyal."

"But what the heck is a hufflepuff? I mean. A Ravenclaw is the claw of a bird, Slytherin has something to do with snakes, but what the heck does hufflepuff have to do with a badger?"

"Harry, the names are from the four founders of the school." Harry found himself blushing.

"Right. Go on." He said quickly, diverting Draco's attention.

"And last, is Gryffindor. They're the" and Draco put air quotes with his hands and put on a sarcastic voice "Brave and most courageous." Draco sneered and said "They're stupid, can't plan, and are dumber than Hufflepuffs." The compartment door slid open.

"There you are, Draco. We've been looking all over for you." In walked a girl with a bob-cut, a black haired boy, and two chubby boys. "Who is he?" Draco looked nervous. He glanced at Harry, who gave him a small nod.

"He's new to the wizarding world, introduce yourselves first." Draco instructed. The four glanced at each other, and shrugged. The girl with the bob-cut stuck out her hand, and said

"I'm Pansy Parkinson" Harry took her hand. The black boy with dark hair raised his hand,

"I'm Blaise Zabini." The other two grudgingly shook his hand. They were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Finally, he said,

"I'm Harry Potter." the eyes of everyone else widened in surprise. Pansy even gasped. "Draco, please, please, please tell me not everyone is going to react like this." Harry begged. The blonde boy smirked.

"They will." Harry groaned.

"Great. Just great. The whole school is going to stare at. me."

"But Harry, don't you realize why we were so shocked?" Pansy asked. Draco glanced at Harry, curious.

"Do you?"

"Yes." Harry said resignedly. "Voldemort killed my parents, and I survived somehow." More gasps came, this time from Draco as well.

"Y-Y-You said the Dark Lord's name." Draco said, again in awe.

"Uh, is that a bad thing?" Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a glance, and Pansy was looking at him curiously.

"You don't know what he did in his days do you?" Blaise asked.

"No."

"You-Know-Who was against the Ministry. He thought Pure-Bloods should have more power than muggleborns. He gathered followers, called Death Eaters. People who worked in the Ministry that disagreed with him were targeted, such as the Prewetts, and your parents."

"But He really went after you because of a prophecy that was made." Interjected Pansy. "It said:
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ...

born to those who have thrice defied him ( that's Harry Potter), born as the seventh month dies …

and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not …

and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ...

the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …"

"So the prophecy meant me?" Harry asked, now confused.

"That's the problem. I didn't necessarily mean you. It could have meant Longbottom." The compartment door slid open again, and this time a bushy haired girl poked her head in.

"Hi. My name is Hermione Granger."

"Granger? I haven't heard that name before." Malfoy said.

"I'm a muggle born." She stated matter-of-factly, and Draco sneered. "Have you seen a toad? Neville lost his."

"That's Longbottom, Harry."

"Harry?" Granger asked, then looked at him for the first time. She saw his scar. "My, you're Harry Potter! I've read all about you. You're in the book Dark Arts across the Ages!"

"Am I?"

"Goodness, you don't know? If I were you I'd find out everything about myself! What house will you be in? I've heard Ravenclaw is pretty good, but I'm hoping to be in Gryffindor. I heard Dumbledore was in Gryffindor himself. Harry, you'll be in Gryffindor."

"Says who?" Harry challenged.

"Well, both of your parents were in Gryffindor, so it's only logical that you will be in Gryffindor. I'd better get going now. We'll be arriving soon." She left and the compartment door slid closed. There was a minute of awkward silence between them.

"I'll leave so you boys can change together. I'll come back in five minutes." Pansy said, leaving. Harry, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle changed into their black robes, and Draco was already in his.

"What house are you going to be in?" Harry asked.

"Slytherin." The other boys responded, unanimously.

"It's the best house, we're smart, ambitious, loyal, and brave. But we don't stupidly run into situations like Gryffindorks do."

"Gryffindorks? I thought it was Gryffindor." Draco sighed.

"Harry, it's just our nickname for them. Like dorks?"

"Oh," Harry said, blushing. "Yeah...I totally knew that…so, how are we sorted into houses?"

"I dunno, Father never said anything."

"Hat." Goyle said. "A sorting hat. Apparently it sings, and then the students put it on, and it shouts out what house you're in."

"But what if you want to be in Ravenclaw but the hat wants to put you in Hufflepuff? Does it let you choose?"

"Yeah, I think your opinion can overpower the hat's opinion." The compartment door slid open, and the boys looked up, expecting Pansy. Instead, a red haired boy with freckles walked in, right in front of Harry.

"I'm Ron Weasley" the boy said, extending his hand. "I'm here to save you from people you shouldn't mingle with." And he shot Draco a dirty look. Harry looked up at him, and said,

"I think I can tell the wrong sort out by myself, and you fall into that category."

"And get out of here before I hex you, Weasel." Added Draco, sneering. "And trust me, I can do second year spells, so get out." Weasley flushed a deep red, and stalked out, his nose still in the air, and muttered under his breath "Loser."

Finally, the train pulled to a stop, and the students filed out. Before them, laid an extravagant lake, and a magnificent castle.

"Firs' years! Over here! Ya doin' alrigh' Harry?"

"Yeah, Hagrid."

"That's Hagrid? He's a bit...big."

"Apparently Dumbledore trusts him a lot. He's also the groundskeeper and Keeper of the Keys here. He lives in a little house on the grounds, here."

"Righ' now everyone get inta a boat. Four people per boat!" The first years complied. With Draco, Harry, Blaise, and Pansy in a boat. "You there," he said, pointing at Longbottom, "Still got yer toad?"

"Y-Y-Y-Yes." The boy stammered.

"Alrigh'! He tapped hi pink umbrella twice on his boat, and in unison all of the boats sped forward, towards the massive castle. "Now everyone, duck!" Everyone ducked their heads as they passed under a cliff head, with vines hanging off of them. Finally, they docked. Hagrid reached up, and knocked twice. The big doors swung open, and behind was a grey-haired witch. "The firs' year, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you Hagrid, I will take them from here." Addressing the students, she said, "Follow me." In they walked, into a massive room. "Wait here."

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