Chapter 4

Hogwarts

The Morningstar Family was now walking into King's Cross train station. As Lilith and Charlie were helping Harry out by carrying whatever was not on his cart. "Come, Harry. We can't be that far to our destination," Lilith told her son as she was carrying Hedwig's cage for him, noting that the proud bird was getting a little fussy.

"Coming, Mom," Harry said as he pushed the cart while Charlie carried some of his books.

"Where is Hagrid, anyway," Charlie asked as she looked around till she saw the half-giant and waved to him. "Hagrid, over here!"

"Well, there you lot are. Where have you been," Hagrid asked as he approached them.

"We were looking for you."

"Oh, well, we found each other and that's the main thing," the half-giant said laughing to himself. "Well, I can't be here too long. Dumbledore's gotta get his… well, he's gotta see me. I'm here to give you this, Harry," he said as he handed Harry his train ticket.

When Harry got his ticket, he looked at it and raised a brow as he saw that it said platform nine and three quarters. Something that he found very odd and showed the ticket to his mother and sister. "Hagrid, this says Platform 9 and three quarters there is no such-" he said as the half-giant disappeared. "Where did he go?"

"He disappeared right in front of us. He's a pretty stealthy colossus," Lilith said as she looked away from the ticket as well. "An unusual number for the platform. But then again, you are going to a magic school."

"Should we ask someone for directions," Charlie suggested.

"Sweetie, that's not going to work. These non-magic folks won't know what we're talking about," Lilith told her daughter. "But maybe there's a way at platforms 9 and 10. Could be a secret way."

With that said, the Morningstar family headed to the platforms and searched the surrounding area if anyone looked suspicious or out of place in a way. To their luck, there was a family of redheads that had luggage carts similar to Harry's, with the eldest-looking boy having an owl in a birdcage. The mother of the various boys was instructing her children and the Morningstar Family overheard her say something about Muggle crowds and the platform number they were looking for. "Alright, Percy. You first," she instructed as the eldest of the boys ran toward the center of the arch between the platforms, only to phase through the bricks like a ghost.

Seeing this, Harry's eyes went wide and he looked to see if any non-magical civilians saw what happened while Charlie gasped in excited surprise. "Interesting," Lilith said as the three made their way over to the family.

"You next, Fred," She told the next boy, who stood next to an identical twin.

"He's not Fred, I am," said one of the twins.

"Seriously, woman. You call yourself our mother."

"I'm sorry, George," the mother apologized as the first twin lined his luggage cart up with the pillar.

Before he started to run, the boy turned back to his mother. "I'm only joking. I am Fred," he said before running through the pillar only to phase through like his older brother, then followed by George, or Fred, or whoever it was.

"Excuse me," Lilith said, approaching the mother of the redheads as the woman turned and looked up in shock at the amazon of a woman standing before her. "Are you going to the platform for the Hogwarts Express? I assume that's the entrance."

"O-oh yes, yes. What you do is once you make sure that the path is clear, you walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. This is my son Ron's first year of Hogwarts as well," she told the Queen of Hell.

"May we," Lilith asked as the red-haired woman nodded to let them go ahead of them since she asked so politely and Harry positioned himself in front of the pillar. "We'll be right behind you," she whispered to her son.

"Best to do it in a bit of a run if you're nervous, dear," the redheaded mother told Harry. He nodded before he did as the woman said, making sure the path was clear and charged towards the arch and suddenly felt himself go through something and saw he was at another platform, unharmed.

Moving out of the way, Harry soon saw the platform number was 9 and three quarters with a large red train with the name 'Hogwarts Express' and the school's emblem on the front. Smiling at the sight of the magic vehicle, he soon heard somebody. "Isn't it breathtaking," a conductor remarked just as Charlie, Lilith, and the last redheaded boy arrived.

"Wow! We don't have this back home," Charlie exclaimed.

"Yeah. The closest would have to be the rides at the theme park," Harry said in agreement.

The conductor chuckled as he called over some workers to help the first-year students with their luggage. "The Hogwarts Express is a 4-6-0 Hall Class steam locomotive model number GWR 5900. It is quite impressive," he told the newcomers. "Made by Muggle railway workers at Crewe and refitted by the Ministry of Magic to bring students to Hogwarts after Ottaline Gambol suggested the use of this type of Muggle transportation in 1827. A great way to bring so many children to school to learn their magic as some other methods weren't always the greatest."

"Very interesting," Lilith remarked as a porter took Hedwig for her and Harry. While Harry's luggage was taken for him, the queen kneeled down to look her son in the eye. "This is going to be the last time we see you for a while. Try not to cause too much chaos, even if it's to your father's delight. Make sure to listen to your teachers unless they don't know what they're talking about. And write home whenever you can."

"Yes, Mom," he told her.

"That's my boy," the Queen of Hell smiled as she kissed him on the forehead and brought him into one last hug. "Say goodbye to your sister and catch your train."

Harry was released from his mother's embrace and stood in front of his sister. "Well, this is goodbye, for now."

"Write home about what your first day is like so I can send Owlphonse," Charlie said as she gave her brother a tight hug.

"I will, Charlie," Harry told her as he hugged her back. The hug lasted for a few moments until the whistle to the train blew, signaling that it was ready to leave. Charlie released him first as she stepped back. "Go on or you'll miss your train."

Harry nodded as he started to climb aboard the train and gave a final wave before the train started to move. He went and saw that almost all of the compartments were full or looked to be with people he didn't think would be pleasant. Luckily, there was one that had no one in it as he took the chance to take a seat. Once seated, Samael stuck his head out of his master's robes and wrapped around so his head was resting around Harry's neck as he stroked the serpent. "I've never been so far away from home, Sammy. I'm a little nervous, but it's exciting, don't you think," he asked his pet as the snake nodded its head. "Thought so. Let's not stand out too much," Harry said while enjoying the ride.

After half an hour or an hour on the train ride. Someone knocked on the window to get his attention. It was the red-haired boy that was with him when he and his family were looking for the platform. "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit with you? Everywhere else is full."

Harry figured that he got kicked out by the car he was in, but he really didn't mind some company since he wasn't that snobbish blond back in Diagon Alley. "Not at all," he said, inviting the ginger-haired boy to have a seat.

"Thank you," the boy said as he did just that. "I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry. Harry Magne," Harry introduced himself.

"So, my brothers were wrong. For a second, they thought you were Harry Potter," Ron said.

"Well, they're not wrong. I took my adopted family name," Harry told him as the red-haired boy's eyes popped out and his mouth was ajar.

"So, are the rumors true? Do you have the... scar," Ron said before he whispered the last part.

"Oh, this old thing," Harry said as he brushed his jet-black bangs back to show the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Wicked," Ron said aloud as he saw the scar. "I heard you disappeared for a decade. Then just showed up in Diagon Alley one day."

"It's a long story, but after my parents died, my new mom found where they were and saw me. Took me in after what happened," Harry explained.

"You mean that tall, slim pretty lady I saw," Ron asked as Harry nodded. "Your dad must be one lucky man. She is married, isn't she?"

"She is. Dad couldn't see me off because of work, so she and my sister came instead," Harry told him as he talked about his family.

"I can relate. My dad works in the Ministry, so mum had to come with my brothers and little sister," Ron explained.

"Are all your family wizards," Harry asked Ron.

"Yep. All of my family," Ron said. "Is your new family?"

"Yeah, though they weren't interested in anything in the Ministry and took on the Muggle life," Harry said as he wasn't fully lying.

"That's brilliant. My dad is very interested in Muggles and what they do," Ron told the dark-haired boy. "What do your parents do for work?"

Knowing that he couldn't say his adopted father was the devil himself, Harry thought about what he did and how that would work on Earth. "My father's a warden of sorts and my mom sings in a rock band."

"So he takes care of a jail like Azkaban," Ron asked. Harry simply nodded since he never heard of Azkaban before. He did hear of a non-magic jail with a similar name in America but learned it was closed down. "It must be stressful to not use magic in front of others."

"He knows how to handle things," Harry said, avoiding specifics before he saw a woman walking down the train car with a trolley full of snacks.

"Anything from the trolley, dears," the lady asked politely.

"No thanks, I'm all set," Ron said as he held up some sandwiches that didn't look as appealing compared to the cart's large selection of treats.

Seeing this, Harry looked back at Ron's lunch and the trolley. "We'll take the lot," he declared, pulling out a large handful of Galleons and Sickles from his pocket.

"Whoa," said a surprised Ron as he saw the coins in the other boy's hand. After the elderly lady gave the boys a little of everything for 11 Sickles, she went off to offer more treats for the other passengers on the train. With all sorts of sweets and confectionaries in their cabin, Harry and Ron divided everything amongst themselves while the countryside rolled by them.

"So what kind of candies are there? Last time I was in London, I had a Mars Bar with my sister," Harry asked, curious about the treats. He soon picked up a box of Licorice Wands and took one out to try before handing the box over to Ron.

"Mars Bar? Must be a Muggle candy," Ron said, apparently never hearing the name of the treat before now. "You want something good, try the Jelly Slugs," he suggested as he opened up a box of what appeared to be very long gummy worms while a rat crawled out of his pocket to nibble on a Cauldron Cake. Harry did just that and found that he did enjoy them.

As the train passed through a forested section of the country, Harry picked up a box of jelly beans. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?"

"When they say every flavor, they mean it," Ron stated, telling Harry about the magical sweet. "There's chocolate, peppermint, cherry, and marmalade for some of the regular flavors. More unique ones like chicken, roast beef, and mashed potatoes. But more disgusting ones like spinach, earwax, and lint. George swears he got a bogey flavor once," Ron warned, making Harry more than cautious about the beans.

Deciding to avoid ones that looked similar to the more 'colorful' flavors, Harry grabbed a blue and gold box that was labeled 'Chocolate Frogs'. "They aren't real frogs, are they," Harry asked.

"It's just a spell. Besides, it's the cards you really want," Ron told him. "They pack them in every box with trivia about all kinds of famous Witches and Wizards. Fred actually said that his first year, he managed to get some questions on one of his history tests right because of them. I've got about 500 of them myself, so if you want to collect them, I can give you my doubles."

Harry thought that might be one of the twins kidding around with his little brother, but he thought he would try getting the card anyway. Opening the pack, a frog made of chocolate jump off it as it climbed up to the window. But before it could escape, Samuel flew out from Harry's shirt, knocking his glasses off his face before chomping down on the candy amphibian.

"Bloody Hell," Ron exclaimed as he was taken aback by the serpent that shot out from Harry's shirt. "Didn't expect that. And the frogs only got one good jump before they stop moving again."

The white serpent was swallowing the chocolate down his throat as if it was a real frog. Once the chocolate was down, Samuel then eyed the rat that was on Ron's lap as it stuck out its mouth ready to strike. "No, that's not food," Harry told his pet in a scolding manner after getting his cracked glasses off the floor. "You literally just ate."

Samael lowered his head and sadly returned to his master's clothes for the rest of the ride. "What kind of snake is that," Ron asked in surprise.

"A rare one my mom and dad got me for my birthday," Harry stated, careful to avoid mentioning Hell itself.

"Wicked," Ron said, admittedly impressed by the unique appearance of the albino snake. "The only pet I have is Scabbers. He's a hand-me-down from my brothers like most of my stuff. Robes, wand, you name it," he told Harry before changing the subject. "So, which card did you get?"

Looking at the card from the Chocolate Frog pack, Harry saw it was Albus Dumbledore and realized that this was the headmaster of the school who Hagrid mentioned. "I got Dumbledore."

"I've got about 6 of him," Ron stated before Harry saw that the image of the wizard vanished after he read the back of the card. "Oh yeah, you can't expect the pictures to stay there forever," he told Harry as the card's info on Dumbledore remained. "Fred taught me a spell to turn him yellow. Wanna see?"

"Sure," Harry said as Ron got his wand out and was ready to cast the spell before a girl with bushy hair, who was already wearing her Hogwarts uniform, looked into their cabin.

"Excuse me, but have you seen a toad around? A boy named Neville lost his pet," she said, asking for help.

"Haven't seen one," Ron said before turning to Harry. "Did your snake end up finding it?"

Harry looked at where Samael was coiled up in his shirt and gave the snake a look that wordlessly asked the obvious question. The albino Hell Snake poked his head out of Harry's collar and shook his head in reply. "Sam didn't eat it if you're wondering that," Harry relayed to the girl.

"I've never seen that kind of snake before. Not even in 'Fantastic Creatures And Where To Find Them'. Where'd you get him," the girl voiced, intrigued by Samael.

"He's a birthday gift," Harry replied.

The bushy-haired girl nodded before she noticed Ron had his wand out. "Are you doing magic? Let's see then," she said as she stuck around.

Clearing his throat and recalling the spell his brother taught him, Ron began to point his wand at Scabbers. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!" With a wave of his wand, a burst of light shined in the empty box that Scabbers had his head in, but the only thing that happened was a puff of smoke that startled the rat and knocked the box onto the floor.

Ron and Harry looked at Scabbers and only shrugged at the failed attempt at magic. "Are you sure that's a real spell," the girl questioned. "Well, it's not very good, is it?" A little offended at her words, Ron looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, as if asking him silently what her deal was. "Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself. But they've all worked for me," she said as she got her own wand out and sat across from Harry as she noticed his cracked glasses. "Oculus Reparo," she said as Harry's glasses were fixed in an instant, looking brand-new from the optometrist.

Impressed at the spell the girl cast, Harry inspected his glasses. "Can you teach me how to do that one," he asked, thinking the spell would be useful in the future.

"Of course, but we aren't allowed to cast magic outside of magical communities until we're 17," she told him. "First off, you-" she stopped herself as she noticed the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. "Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger and you are," she asked as she turned to Ron.

"I'm… Ron Weasley," he introduced himself as he was still stuffing his face.

"Pleasure," she said in a deadpan tone before she turned her attention back to the raven-haired boy. "I heard you vanished from the wizarding world ten years ago."

"My adopted family were focused on raising me as a kid before I learned I was a wizard at about 8. My last name is Magne now," Harry told her as put his glasses back on.

"Magne? So you were adopted into a French family," Hermione asked.

"Not exactly," Harry said. "My mom and sister sound more American."

"In any case, you two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon," Hermione told the boys before she left. "By the way, Ron. You've got dirt on your nose," she said before heading back to her cabin, leaving Ron to clean the side of his nose when he felt the dirt on it.

When the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station in the early evening, Hagrid was waiting on the platform for the students. When Harry saw the half-giant, he smiled at the familiar face. "First years, this way please," he called out for all of the first-year students as many of the students got off the train. "First years with me," Hagrid called out once again as many first-year students gathered around the half-giant. "Hello, Harry."

"Hey Hagrid," Harry said as Ron was surprised at the size of Hagrid along with many others.

"Right then," Hagrid told the group. "First years travel to the castle across the lake by boat." Leading them to the shore where a small armada of magical boats would carry them across the inky black water. But before he got in one of the boats, Harry pulled on the half-giant's coat. "What is it, Harry?"

"Can you watch over Sam until I'm sorted," He asked as the white serpent stuck his head out of Harry's robes.

"Don't you worry, I'll keep a good eye on him," Hagrid told the raven-haired boy as the snake slithered off of Harry and into Hagrid's coat.

Harry thanked him before getting into a boat with Ron before they were magically gliding across the lake with Hagrid leading everyone. Soon enough, everyone was in front of Hogwarts and the 11-year-olds were in awe of the large castle. Harry was amazed by it as it might have been around the same size as Morningstar Manor, maybe even bigger. But he did know that this castle was taller than his home as he scanned the outskirts of the place.

They soon reached the shore of the castle grounds as they pulled off and made their way inside with Hagrid pointing the way to the Great Hall where Professor Minerva McGonagall would be waiting for them. "Welcome to Hogwarts," the old Scotswoman greeted the first years. "Now, in a few moments, you walk through these doors and will join your classmates. But first, you will be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin," she stated, making the children wonder where they would be placed while some were confident about where they would be sorted into. "Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points for the prestigious House Cup. For any rule-breaking or misbehavior, you will lose points," McGonagall explained. But as she was speaking, somebody heard the sounds of a toad nearby the witch's feet. "At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the-"

"Trevor," exclaimed a boy with a round face as he went to grab the toad, making most of the other kids laugh while McGonagall looked to see what the commotion was. After he picked up the toad, the boy saw the witch looking down at him with an expression that could be read as that of a mother figure upset at being interrupted. "Sorry," the boy, who Harry believed was the 'Neville' who lost his toad on the train, apologized to the teacher.

With the issue handled currently, McGonagall composed herself before speaking again. "The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily," she told the students before she went to check on some things.

Harry looked at Neville as he went back to where he was previously standing, then heard somebody snickering with two other boys. Looking to see who it was, Harry immediately recognized Draco Malfoy from Diagon Alley. "I didn't know this place accepted gremlins as students," Harry quipped as he saw Draco, making the other first years chuckle.

Turning to face Harry, Draco glared at the scarred boy. "Leave it to the boy who doesn't even know what gremlins do to say something stupid. I see you made friends with a Weasley," he remarked as he saw Ron. "Too bad, Magne. You could have made allies with some of the better wizarding families."

"I'm not going to listen to a kid who probably uses a slug to apply his hair gel," Harry retorts, earning more laughs from the other students. "I see you made friends of your own. Or are they your butlers? Cause they don't think golems are meant to be that chubby," he added, seeing the two boys next to Draco. This made the children laugh more, including the boys Harry was referring to, who actually thought the joke was clever.

Draco glared at Harry once again before introducing his associates. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. Friends of the family."

"Your family is friends with trolls," Harry asked mockingly as the first years were now howling with laughter.

"Oh yeah! Well, your mother-"

"If you're going to call my mother ugly or stupid. Then you didn't see her in Madame Malkin's and she is well-versed in politics," Harry stopped the ferret-looking boy before he started.

Taking a deep breath, Draco attempted to calm himself down before speaking again. "I believe we're getting off on the wrong foot. Why not spend time with me so you don't make friends with the wrong sort," he suggested, turning his gaze toward Ron as he insulted the Weasley boy. "I can help you there," Draco said as he offered his hand to make a deal.

Knowing about the types of demons in Hell that were 'dealmakers' such as Alastor the Radio Demon, Harry didn't even think twice about slapping the back of Malfoy's hand. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks. I learned something my father told me many times. You don't take shit from other people," he told Malfoy, surprising everyone as they gasped before McGonagall returned and lightly tapped on Draco's shoulder with a scroll. Seeing the teacher, the blond boy returned to Crabbe and Goyle while glaring at Harry's head as if he was trying to make it explode with a thought.

"We're ready for you now. Follow me," McGonagall told the first years as they went to enter the Great Hall.

The first things that the new students noticed as they entered the Great Hall were the candles that were floating above the students sitting down and the ceiling was apparently missing, showing the clouds above the castle.

"It's not real. The ceiling's bewitched to make it look like the night sky," Hermoine told a girl walking next to her. "I read about it in 'Hogwarts: A History."

Overhearing what Hermione said, Harry spoke up to her. "I think my sister read that in the book too before I left for the train."

All the first years stopped in front of the head table that sat the teachers, staff, and Headmaster in the middle. "Wait along here, please," Professor McGonagall said as she instructed them as they stopped in front of a stool with an old hat resting on it. When all the first years stood in front of the staff table, McGonagall spoke once more. "Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

The old wizard at the center of the table stood up and looked at all the students. "I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce," Dumbledore said. "For first-years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. The only time you are to step foot inside is when instructed by a teacher or faculty member," he explained to Harry and his classmates. "Also, our castle's caretaker, Mr. Filch wanted me to remind you that the 3rd-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone that does not wish to die a most painful death," he said, bringing the attention of the 11-year-olds to a balding man that was accompanied by a red-eyed cat before they registered the casual tone of the warning. "Thank you."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other first years were confused and a little scared of that warning before Professor McGonagall brought everyone's attention to the old hat on the stool. "Now when I call your name, you will come forth and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses," she said as she opened the large roll of parchment and read the first name off of it. "Hannah Abbot!"

A blonde girl with pigtails went up and sat on the stool as the hat was placed on her head. "After a few moments, the hat shouted "Hufflepuff!" The Hufflepuff table cheered as they greeted the girl and the teachers politely applauded.

"Susan Bones!" McGonagall called, prompting another girl to sit down before the hat once again declared Hufflepuff.

"Terry Boot!" McGonagall called and a boy came up. He was soon sorted into Ravenclaw and the students of that house cheered. The list kept going down as the first years were sorted.

Hermione was called up to be sorted, but as the hat was placed on her head, the magic hat seemed to be puzzled by what House to put her in. Hermione could hear the Sorting Hat debating between Ravenclaw due to her eager mind or Gryffindor for potential bravery. It took nearly four minutes before it finally came to a conclusion. "Gryffindor," the hat shouted as she smiled and ran to the Gryffindor table as she shook many of their hands. Harry could even see Dumbledore politely clapping for Hermione.

"Neville Longbottom," McGonagall announced as the boy who lost and found his toad nervously went to the seat. The Sorting Hat was deciding on Gryffindor, but the boy was intimidated by what he knew of the House's reputation for bravery and nervously asked for Hufflepuff instead. The two began to silently argue for what seemed like a long time, but couldn't be longer than 5 minutes before the hat exclaimed the chosen placement.

"Gryffindor!"

After Neville had to return the hat because he walked halfway toward the Gryffindor table with it still on his head, McGonagall returned to the list for the next name. "Draco Malfoy!" The boy with slicked blond hair took his seat, only for the hat to call Slytherin as it barely touched his head.

"I bet it didn't want all that gel on his head touching it," Harry whispered to Ron, making the ginger snicker at the thought of the hat slipping off the next student's head. But he then realized who was next because the names called out have been in nearly alphabetical order.

"Harry Magne," McGonagall called. Harry then made his way up to the stool and took a seat for the hat to be placed on his head. But when it was, the hat drooped down as if it was deep in thought.

"Hmm, difficult. Very difficult," a voice said inside his head as Harry figured that it was the Sorting Hat. "Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But, where should I put you?"

'Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin,' Harry whispered as he wanted a different Hogwarts House.

'Not Slytherin eh? Are you sure? You could be great in Slytherin, it's all here in your head and I know about the family who raised you because of it,' the hat said while Harry kept refusing Slytherin. 'No, if you're sure better be…' "Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table and even the teachers broke into a roar of applause as Harry was sorted. Percy the Prefect shook his hand as the Weasley Twins were chanting "We got Potter! We Got Potter!" continuously to some students' confusion.

Hagrid stood and laughed heartily as he was the loudest to clap, glad for Harry, and gave him two thumbs up. Then as promised, he let Samael slither back to his master without anyone noticing. The serpent soon went up to Harry's leg and into his robes where the white snake coiled around him and nuzzled the boy's arm before resting.

Harry saw Dumbledore give him a glance as well as a smile in his direction. Harry looked around the table while other students were sorted and noticed a man glaring at him. He had greasy black hair and a hook-shaped nose, wore black robes, and honestly reminded Harry a little of the bad guy of that one American action movie starring Bruce Willis that came out in 1988. Harry's scar started to twinge a bit as the man was still staring at him. The irritation stopped as the man looked away, listening to a man wearing a purple turban. 'Why did my scar hurt when he was staring at me,' Harry thought to himself until he heard the Gryffindor's cheering once again as Ron was running to their table and sitting next to him.

The last person called was Blaise Zabini, who went to Slytherin. McGonagall then rolled up the parchment and took Sorting Hat away with the stool. A few minutes later, Dumbledore stood up from his chair with his arms wide. "Welcome, welcome. Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. With everyone sorted, I have a few words to say. And here they are: Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweek. Thank you," he said, getting some odd stares and a few chuckles before he spoke once more. "Let the feast begin." He sat back down and food appeared on the golden plates in front of them as they had turkey, roast beef, fried chicken, corn, crumpets, mashed potatoes, and all other foods.

Harry took a plate full of everything as he started to dine on the pork. He then noticed Ron was having fried chicken and was switching between two drumsticks in his hands as he ate. Harry gave a small chuckle as he thought Ron would make a good poster boy for that commercial in Hell.

"I say, I say, come on down and enjoy Wally Wackford's Homemade Fried Chicken!" the small imp on the television screen. "My Chicken is the best damn chicken in all the seven rings of Hell. Made with 23 special herbs and spices as well as a little secret ingredient. So come on down! I guarantee you'll love it! It's Finger Licking Good," Wackford said as under him said 'Please don't sue me, Colonel Sanders'.

Harry always did wonder why that military rank was spelled that way despite its pronunciation, but his attention was soon focused on the man with black hair again. "Say Percy, who's that man that looks kinda like the Sheriff of Nottingham?"

Looking at who Harry was referring to, the older Weasley answered. "Oh, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions and he's the Head of Slytherin House. But everyone knows he fancies Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"And who teaches that class?"

"That would be Professor Quirrell, right next to him," Percy said, pointing out the man in the turban. "Snape's been after his job for years."

Harry nodded his head as he noted to keep a close eye on him. Something about Snape felt off for some reason. Sam then poked his head out from Harry's collar and started to stick his tongue out while hissing. "Alright. Only because you've been good for Hagrid." Taking a slice of lamb off and putting his hand out in front of the snake, Samael immediately snatched it out from his palm. "Easy," Harry warned. "I can't do that all the time without getting a proper okay about you." Samael looked down as if to say sorry and took the next piece more gently. "That's more like it."

As dinner went on, Ron finished his drumsticks he had and was eyeing more of them. He was ready to take another chicken leg when all of a sudden, a head popped out through the table's underside. "Hello! And welcome to Gryffindor," said the sudden arrival before floating up and showing he was one of several ghosts.

"Hello, Sir Nicholas," Percy greeted. "Did you have a nice summer?"

"Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt was denied once again," the ghost now known as Sir Nicholas floated in above to speak to the Gryffindor Prefect. Now floating above the table, the ghost looked to be from a renaissance era.

"I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick," Ron said as he got a look at the ghost.

"I prefer Sir Nicolas if you don't mind," the ghost said to the youngest Weasley at the table.

"Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless," Seamus Finnigan, an Irish first year with sandy hair asked.

"Like this," the ghost said as he pulled on his left ear and everyone saw his whole neck swung off his neck and fell off onto his shoulder as if it was on a hing. It looked like someone tried to behead him, but failed to do it properly.

Ron gasped loudly as Hermione cringed at the sight. In contrast to his friends, Harry wasn't too bothered about it since he did see worse in Hell, like a man being eaten on Cannibal Corner. Or the Executioners of Heaven coming down and slaughtering many of the hellish beings that resided.

Sir Nicholas, or Nearly Headless Nick, placed his head back on his shoulders and looked at the newcomers. "I hope this year we will win the House Cup, Slytherin has won for six years straight. The Bloody Baron has almost become unbearable," the spirit told Gryffindor, gesturing to the ghost of Slytherin House. This ghost looked more 11th century as he swung his rapier around and blood came out from his torso as if he lost a duel.

"How did he get covered in blood," asked Seamus.

"I never asked," Nearly Headless Nick said as he floated away.

Once everyone got their fill at the feast, all the students followed their Prefects to their dormitories. Percy led the Gryffindors to their Dorms as they stopped where the staircases were with many paintings. "This is the direct path to the dormitories," Percy explained to the first years. "And do keep an eye out for the stairways. They like to change," he said as they saw above one staircase switch positions while other students made their way up that path. Many of the paintings moved as they greeted the students as the Gryffindors continued up the stairs till they reached a hallway that had the portrait of a large woman who spoke to Percy.

"Password?"

"Caput Draconis," Percy said as the Fat Lady's portrait opened up to reveal a hidden entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Come on everyone, keep up," he said as the first years entered behind him as they saw the tapestry layered in red and gold. The cozy room was littered with comfy-looking red chairs that Harry thought resembled Lucifer's armchair in his office. A fireplace was lit and warmed the room in the tower. Percy then turned to everyone and spoke with the first-years. "Alright, boy's dorms are over there while girls are over there," he said pointing from one staircase to the other. "You should know that the girl's dorms have a charm on them so that if a boy were to go up, an alarm shall go off and the stairs would turn into a slide," the elder Weasley explained.

"Is that really true," Neville questioned.

"Fred, George. Go prove it," Percy said.

"Why us," the twins asked at the same time.

"Consider it payback for feeding my owl a charmed vole," Percy retorted.

The twins both sighed before they showed the effects of the charm protecting the girl's dorm, which caused a klaxon alarm to blare before the stairs retracted for the boys to fall into a chair, knocking it on top of them. "Ouch," the twins groaned.

"Now, the Hogwarts founders thought that girls are more trustworthy, so there's no charm on the boy's staircase," Percy said while helping his brothers up.

'Seriously,' Harry thought as he recalled various demons being considerably perverted and thought there should be a measure for the boys to be protected. But then again, he wasn't in Hell, so maybe the girls could be trusted like Percy said.

"You should know that all of your belongings have been brought up for you and are waiting in your dorms along with your new cloaks and uniforms. With that said, I hope you all have a good evening and enjoy classes tomorrow," Percy said as he went up to his dorm room with the other boys in his year.

Deciding to check his belongings, Harry went upstairs to the first year dorms with Ron, Neville, and whoever else went to check their stuff if they didn't stay in the Common Room. He saw that his stuff was up in his room with Hedwig still in her cage with many other owls. All his stuff was here too along with a red and yellow scarf, a sweater, a cloak with his house logo on it, and a tie with his house colors. 'Good, it's all here,' Harry thought as he saw both of his shrunken holy sword and his electric guitar. The other boys checked their stuff and decided to head to bed as they started to change into their pajamas. As the other boys went to sleep, Harry was still awake as he started to write a letter to his family. Getting his quill from Prince Stolas out and getting a fresh piece of paper, he began to write.

Dear Mom, Dad, and Charlie.

I'm writing you to tell you that I am in Gryffindor House, which is known for students having courageous hearts. I will be starting classes tomorrow morning. So far, the school isn't too bad and is even built into a castle, so I bet I won't be too homesick. Hahaha... I am well fed too as everyone had an enormous feast after every first-year student got sorted. I already made a friend in school and we're in the same house. Although, he has a pet rat that I have to keep Sam away from at all times. Also, something strange happened with my scar. It started to irritate and burn a little. I wonder what that's about? Anyway, I hope things are decent at home.

Sincerely, Harry.

After he finished writing and let the ink dry, Harry put the message into an envelope and was ready to send Hedwig off with it before he realized something very important. "How am I supposed to make sure you can get to and from home, Hedwig," he quietly asked the bird.

The snowy owl only made clueless sounds as she didn't have an answer either. Luckily, Samael slithered out of Harry's sleeve and circled around the book that Stolas gave Harry for his birthday. "Here, try this," the snake hissed to him, which he could understand thanks to being a Parselmouth.

Opening the book, Harry saw that it not only contained information about the stars and their meanings but a special property that allowed him to create a small portal between realms thanks to the specific alignment of the stars. "Thank you, Prince Stolas," Harry said gratefully as he made sure the other boys were asleep enough to not notice what he did next. He started to read the demonic text within the pages as a red portal with a starry border appeared on the floor in front of him. "There you are, Hedwig. Go ahead and deliver that letter to the Morningstar Manor. It's the biggest place with apple decor around." Hedwig gave a small hoot as she spread her wings and dove right into the portal, letter in claws, as it vanished right behind her. Giving a sigh of relief, Harry felt sleepy after everything that happened today. Harry climbed into bed with Sam sleeping on the pillow next to him. The Prince of Hell wondered what his first day in class would become and how it would affect him. He figured that he would know in the morning and soon fell asleep.

And that's a wrap! Yeah, I went with Harry being in his canon Hogwarts House, But that doesn't mean all the events are going to be the exact same. Sure, it may follow some of the events but with a twist and others, will be very different. Also Thanks again to WaterDragonMaverick for the help of beta reading and editing. Next time will be Harry's first day of classes. Will he be a bright student, a dim bulb, or will he be a total jerk? Got to read and find out next time, see ya!