Harry got on the train to Hogwarts. Vernon took the day off to drive him to Kings Cross. "Goodbye." Vernon stated before running to the car. Snape sent a letter explaining the platform to Harry, with his ticket and approval to bring his snake to Hogwarts.
Harry sat beside a blond boy, who was in green robes. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." "Don't say anything, but I'm Potter, Harry Potter." Harry shook the offered hand. "Of course. Not to be rude, but where have you been?" "With muggles." Draco could hear the disdain in Harry's voice. "Are they-" "They're assholes, each and every one of them." Harry's face was red. "No wizard should ever be near one." "I'm sorry." Draco mumbled.
After that awkward conversation, Draco started telling Harry the benefits of Slytherin. "And there are no mudbloods." Harry had a pitying look. "It's not their fault they were raised with mannerless assholes." "What do you mean?" "They don't know better. Muggles have no manners when it comes to strange things. Wizards aren't safe with them.
Wizards are only safe with their own. We need to protect them." Draco nodded. Not his entire view, but he could work with this. "I'd rather they not be here, but protection is a close second." "I get it, they won't have manners and could be dangerous. But one problem at a time. Muggles are our worst enemy." "If you don't like muggles, Slytherin would be the house for you." Draco tried to embrace his inner cunning he wasn't sure he had. "They have no muggleborn and Snape is the Head of House. He is my godfather, and I have no ill to say about him." "Me neither. He's very helpful."
A while later, a girl entered the cart, "Have you seen a toad?" "No, sorry." "Please let me know if you see one." She ran out. Harry shrugged.
Harry sat next to Draco, who had Crabbe and Goyle get in with them, when they were called to get in the boat. The giant man looked disappointed. Oh well, thought Harry.
Harry sighed when the sorting was explained. "What do you think they'll have us do?" Was asked. "Wrestle a troll?" One asked. "Demonstrate spells?" Another asked. When it was revealed to be a hat, relief filled the room.
Harry noticed Draco went into Slytherin. When it was Harry's turn, people whispered and all eyes were on him. He put the hat on. "Interesting. You are confident in your ability, yet seek to learn more. You already know so much. More than many I have seen at your age.
You are also ambitious. Wishing to separate all muggles and wizards." "I want them to be safe." "Yes, wizard safety is important to you as you believe they shouldn't mix. You are also cunning enough to hide intentional pain to muggles.
I am undecided, Mister Potter, you'd be a good Ravenclaw along with a good Slytherin. You have two goals that go together, along with a bias to be in the same house as Mister Malfoy. But you can't protect muggleborn in Slytherin." "Why not?" "I rarely put muggleborn in Slytherin. Only one in the last 7 years. They don't get treated well there." "Ravenclaw then." "Very well. RAVENCLAW!"
Flitwick was beaming with joy. Harry Potter was in his house. The boy who survived the killing curse.
Harry smiled at Snape mouthing, "Slytherin was close." Snape curled his lip, why was that brat trying to comfort him about his sorting? Apparently, all the staff noticed. "Harry took quite a liking to you." Snape shuddered at the headmaster's words. The feeling was not mutual. "I fail to see why." McGonagall nugged Snape's shoulder, "You were the one to take him to Diagon Alley." "A mission I hoped to get out of."
Harry was nugged by a boy. "Why are mouthing at the staff table?" "Professor Snape took me to Diagon Alley. He's nice, I wouldn't have minded being in his house. Malfoy told me a bit about it." "You're friends with Malfoy?" "I don't know him enough for that, but he has some good ideas." Harry frowned, "If misguided." "What do you mean?" "I'm not a fan of the anti-muggleborn stance he takes. But he's right in a way." The table gasped.
A red headed boy scanned the room. "Why is he right?" The boy spat. "Because muggleborn aren't safe with muggles. They are dangerous." The boy remembered getting yelled at for strange things when they happened, if not whipped for causing problems. "You may have a point."
Granger turned around. "You better not be speaking bad about my parents. You aren't who you think you are." "Harry Potter. I know my name, Granger. By your lack of manners, I assume your parents were too scared of you to teach you some." "How did you-" "Only someone who doesn't have anyone lacks manners. We're in the same boat. Your name." "Hermonie Granger. You can just call me Granger." "Gladly." Harry turned back to his table, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." The brown headed boy replied, "Praxis Leon." The other boy replied, "Noah Thompsan." "Harry Potter." They shook hands.
Little did Harry know, the Gryffindors were discussing Harry's anti-muggle stance, which offended Granger. This spread throughout the great hall, during the feast.
This got back to the staff table, causing Albus to stiffen. "He wants muggleborn separated." Snape sighed, "This is not new information." Albus did his speech with less enthusiasm than usual, after his students ate. He opted to skip the warning for the third floor. There was no way he wanted Harry there to possibly meet Voldemort.
Harry followed the prefects to his common room. Harry followed his prefects to the ravenclaw tower. He wished it wasn't up so many stairs, spiral stairs on top of that. He was never keen on exercise. Sure, he could run and even ran track to keep away from the house. Vernon even paid for it, "Anything to keep you away, boy. Don't get kicked off the team because of your freakishness." Fear helps a lot when you live with muggles. No wizard should be awarded such a displeasure.
They stopped at the door which had a bronze knocker, for a prefect to solve a riddle. Once everyone sat down, the fifth year prefect started talking, "Congratulations. I'm prefect Robert Hillard, and I'm delighted to welcome you to Ravenclaw house. Our emblem is the eagle, which soars when other cannot climb; our house colors are blue and bronze, and our common room is at the top of Ravenclaw tower, behind a door with an enchanted knocker. The arched window set into the walls of our circular common room look down at the school grounds: the lake, the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch, and the Herbology gardens. No other House in the school has such stunning views."
The prefects waited while the first years looked outside. "It is stunning." Harry remarked when seeing the forest, he turned to Praxis, "Why is it forbidden?" "Werewolves." He answered, quietly. "Do not go there." Another blond and curly haired prefect spoke up, "I'm Penolope Clearwater. You may call me Penny. If you need any help, feel free to ask.
Do not violate curfew. All knowledge is power." A brown headed boy who looked similar to Robert Hillard, with only the brown and blond distinguishing them from each other started talking, "Let's be honest. We don't care if you break rules as long as you don't get caught. How else will you learn? Get caught and we'll make you regret it. My name is Rob Bullard." He eyed the room. Many first years looked at each other while the older students were amused. "Yes, I know you'll get me and Robert mixed up. Even professor Flitwick has. You'll learn with time. Ask the older students. We're not even in the same year." Robert laughed.
Another started talking over the laughter, "And I'm Argus Cromwell. Please keep our names in mind, as we will be who you come to if you have problems." The other two prefects spoke up, "Of course our prefects ignore the ladies first mannerisms. I'm Talia Gold. And your other prefect is Milessa Time. Please keep this in mind. Firsties, girls follow girls and boys follow our boy prefects to your dorm."
Harry followed the prefects feeling that he was suffering whiplash from all the information. He was surprised Robert handed him a map and a list of extracurricular activities on the way to the dorm room. Rob whispered to him, "No one ever does it. But it is an option."
Once Harry was changing with the other first year boys, he asked Praxis, "What house is your brother in?" "Slytherin. He's a seventh year and a prefect." Praxis winked. "If you get in trouble, do it in front of him. He has black hair and green eyes. He kind of looks like you, Harry. Not in the face, but hair and eyes and height match." Harry shrugged, "Maybe we could pretend to be brothers. I always wanted one." Noah sighed, "They are overrated. My sister takes all my things." "That's cause you're a muggleborn. Not worth anything to those muggles." Noah couldn't argue, his parents never punished his sister for stealing all his things since the first accidental magic happened. Who knew all his sister's things floating away from her for a day could cause problems? "Yeah, wizards should know better." "They just have to learn the cold hearted truth that muggles can't be trusted." Noah nodded. They really couldn't when magic was involved. Praxis feeling the tension replied, "I'll talk to Renard. He goes by his first name. Be kind of weird if we both went by our last name. But be respectful and call him Praxis until told otherwise. It's rude to call wizards by their first name, if you aren't friends. I'm sure we'll be a family in no time."
They all went to sleep, exhausted from their feast, and Harry was determined to find out what that Praxis boy moved to his pajama pocket. He guessed he could ask. Wizards had no problems with questions, they seemed to encourage it. Harry was glad he was one of them, what would've happened if he had the curse of being a muggle? The next day, he did what resolved to do, while changing his uniform, "Praxis, what do you keep putting in your pocket." "A bezoar. It is an antidote to many poisons. Never know when it comes in handy." "Hopefully never." Noah sighed.