Hello every one, here is Tc bringing you all a new chapter.

Just so you know, there were a few parts where I literally just copied and paste from the book. Manly to avoid having to rewrite all the boring parts. I still recommend reading the whole chapter because I mix the copy parts with original content.

Hope you enjoy it.

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Harry Potter and the New Black Sisters: Chapter 05

After the exit of Nott, and a couple more jabs at Harry's appearance, the three teenagers remained seated, casually conversing for the rest of the trip. They did receive a couple more visits but they were really brief. One was from a redheaded boy looking for a compartment but one looked at Delphine and he left terrified, and another one of a bushy-haired girl looking for a toad, but that was it. The rest of the travel was just the three of them.

Harry was pretty content with the situation. He hadn't had many good experiences with people his age thanks to his family, but those two sisters were very pleasant to pass the time.

Sure, Altair was very arrogant and Delphini very quiet but even so, he still enjoyed the ride to Hogwarts.

After a while, the scenery outside began to change. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.

A couple of minutes later, Aries opened the door. She was already wearing her Hogwarts uniform.

"Wotcher, sorry for bailing on you all. I was catching up with some friends." She said as she sat beside Harry. "You should start changing, we are almost at Hogwarts," she said.

Harry got up and went to dress in the bathroom, while the other two girls changed in the compartment.

As he exited the washroom, a voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

When he heard that, Harry remembered that he had left the box in the compartment. He was supposed to keep it close to him at all times!

He quickly ran toward the compartment and opened the door without knocking.

He forgot that two of the three sisters must have been dressing.

What was welcoming him was a view that he would never forget. Delphine was only wearing black underwear in what appeared the middle of a conversation with her older sister when he opened the door. Meanwhile, Altair was bent at the waist, her hands on the edges of her skirt that was halfway down her legs.

He felt himself blush at what he was seeing.

The three witches looked at the boy with startled looks on their faces before they changed.

Aries started laughing, Delphine narrowed her eyes and Altair started yelling at him to get out while she tried to cover her body.

Harry quickly tried to cover his eyes and attempted to explain himself.

"Ah, I am so sorry! I swear that I didn't do it on purpose!" He tried to say, but most likely, the only sound that came out of his mouth was an incomprehensible babble.

"Get. out," Delphini said angrily while pointing her wand at him.

Harry tried to rapidly close the door but he was too slow.

"Flipendo!" The angry witch shouted and a ray of light was shot from the witch's wand and hit him in the chest. Harry felt himself flying backwards as if he had been hit by something. His back hit the wall of the train and he fell to the floor, disoriented.

He managed to raise his eyes to see Delphini, still in her underwear, grab the door's handle while looking at him with a scold and close it tightly.

With a little effort, Harry managed to sit straight and started rubbing his chest where the spell had hit him. He was trying not to think about the view that he had unintentionally witnessed.

'Well, that is it,' he thought, feeling downcast and sore. 'I finally managed to make some friends, only to screw it up by acting without thinking.'

He spent a couple of seconds more on the floor before standing up and looking at the closed door. He still had to recover the box.

But before he could dwell on that, the compartment's door opened.

The first one to enter his view was Delphini, who looked down on him with narrow eyes.

"I am sorry," he tried to say, but she started walking down the hallway before he could speak.

"You may look like a girl," said the next person to walk out of the compartment. "But you are a pervert, just like the rest of the boys."

Harry turned his eyes and found the scowling, and blushing, face of Altair.

"It was an accident!" He said, but it was obvious that she didn't believe him.

"You better watch your back, Potter," Altair said. "Because I will have my revenge for your insolence," she said, before following her older sister.

Harry just watched her walk without saying anything.

'Well,' he thought. 'At least, they didn't hex me, again.'

"I have to say, Harry," said the oldest of the Black. "When you screwed up, you don't do it half-measured," said a smiling Aries. "I mean, it is one thing to anger Altair, she has a very short fuse, but to do so with Delphini to the point that she would hex you..." She shook her head. "It is kind of impressive," she said.

She then gave him the box that he had forgotten in the compartment.

"Here, I figured this is the reason that you enter without knocking," she said, as he grabbed the box.

He inspected the object for any abnormalities in it, before letting out a sigh of relief. It looked like there was no cause for concern.

She looked at the pink-haired witch.

"Thanks," he said.

"You are welcome. Now come, most of the students have already exited the train," she said, as she began walking away, with Harry quickly following her.

While they were walking, Harry couldn't help but discreetly look at Aries with a little apprehension.

From what Hagrid told him, she was fiercely protective of her sisters and he was that guy who had just seen them half-naked.

He almost expected her to attack him or at least yell at him. But so far, she had done nothing.

Noticing his gaze, Aries said.

"Is something the matter, Harry?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing, sorry," he said. "It is just that, you seen pretty relaxed after the... the accident early," he explained.

Aries just laughed.

"Oh, don't worry Harry," she said, waving her hand at him. "I know it was an accident. I saw your face when you opened the door. You were just as startled as the rest of us," she said, surprising him.

"So," he tried to clarify. "You are not angry at me," Harry said.

"Of course not. Why would I be?" She said as she put a hand over her shoulder to reassure him.

Harry relaxed at her words. At least one of the sisters wasn't mad at him.

Suddenly, the pressure on his shoulder started to increase.

He looked at the smiling face of Aries.

"Um, Aries," he said.

"Of course, that doesn't mean I am giving you a pass to do so again, this time on purpose," her smile was slowly shifting into something more frightening, her hair turning red. "Because trust me, if you did do it on purpose, this would be an entirely different conversation," she finished saying as they exited the train.

Remarkably frightened by his words, Harry was starting to realized that Hagrid wasn't exaggerating when he said that Aries was very protective of her sisters.

"Okay, Harry? Do you understand what I am saying?" She said still giving him that terrifying smile.

"Y-yes," he managed to say.

"Good," she said, letting him go and giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Well, I must be going, good luck in the sorting!" She said as she started walking toward some kind of carriage.

Coming back to reality, Harry started to look at his surroundings and saw in front of him a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice: "First years! First years over here! All right there, Harry?"

Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.

"Common, follow me - any more first years? Mind your step, now! First years follow me!"

Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. The boy who kept losing his toad sniffed once or twice.

"You will get your first sight of Hogwarts in a second," Hagrid called over his shoulder. "Just around this bend here."

There was a loud. "Oooooh!"

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"No more than four for a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry entered the same boat that the redhead and the bushy-haired girl that had burst into their compartment early.

The final occupant was an asian girl with delicate features, a bowl cut and the same robes that everyone was using.

"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"

"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.

"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.

"Everyone here? You there, still got your toad?"

Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.

"The first years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here- but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.

"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on the redhead smudged nose.

Her eyes finally focused on Harry and widened for a moment before returning to the same rigid expression that before.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall.

"Please wait quietly."

She left the chamber. Harry swallowed.

He was nervous. He couldn't find any information on the selection process in the books he had read.

Some of the kids around him started talking about it.

Some say that it was random, some that they were was a magical test, and one even said that they would have to fight a troll.

He looked around and found that most of the students were as nervous as him.

He met Altair's gaze and noticed that she too was feeling anxious. He thought of approaching her, but one look at her eyes told him that she was still angry at him.

He gulped at that. His fear went from the sorting ceremony to Altair's retaliation. He could see in her eyes that she was not the forgiving type.

Well, at least he wasn't that nervous about the sorting anymore.

He kept looking around and found that all the other students weren't talking much. Well, almost everyone except the bushy-haired witch from before, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her. He just kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom.

Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air - several people behind him screamed.

"What the -?"

He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance -"

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"

A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.

Nobody answered.

"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

A few people nodded mutely.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff," said the Friar. "My old House, you know."

"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.

"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."

Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with the redhead behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He remembered having read about it on Hogwarts: A History. It was supposed to be bewitched to look like the sky outside.

It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open onto the heavens.

To him, it was just magical. All of it was. He never thought that he would ever see that kind of view. It was like a second chance in life. He could finally be himself without people judging him for what it was.

A smile appeared on his face. Maybe he could finally be happy here.

Notting movement in front of him, Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool, she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched, frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house.

Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing - noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:

"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,

hose patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you have a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their 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 burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

Harry smiled weakly. So, a hat was gonna read their personalities and sort them in their respecting house. Seems simple enough. At least they didn't have to battle a troll like the redhead kid said.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause —

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

"Black, Altair!"

Altair swaggered forward when her name was called and her sorting was very fast: the hat had barely touched her head when it screamed,

"SLYTHERIN!"

Black went to join her new housemates, looking pleased with herself.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.

Harry turned his eyes toward that table and saw that one person was a little more isolated than the rest.

That person was Delphine, who was silently reading a book, not bothered by all the noise that was surrounding her. She didn't even raise her eyes when a new student was selected for her house.

The other Ravenclaws didn't look in her direction either. Harry frowned at that. They were treating her as if she didn't exist.

He knew how that felt like. When he was in the same school as his cousin, he too was ignored by most people. During gym, he was always been last to be chosen, not because he was bad at it, but because no one wanted Dudley to think they liked him.

Trying not to think about that, he concentrated once more on the sorting.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the House at once, but at others, it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.

"Granger, Hermione!"

Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.

When the boy who kept losing his toad, was called he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag."

There weren't many people left now.

"Moon"..., "Nott"..., "Parkinson" ..., then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil"..., then "Perks, Sally-Anne"..., and then, at last -

"Potter, Harry!"

As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

"Wait, isn't she a girl?"

"He should be, look at his face. Hell, he is prettier than most of the girls in his year!" Someone shouted, making him blush and some of the students laughed.

God, this was gonna be a thing, wasn't it?

The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him, some with a pink tinge in their cheeks.

Much to his horror, not all of them were girls.

The next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.

"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage but it is not what drives you. You are not afraid of hard work but you don't have anyone to be loyal to. A great mind. Um, yes, you like to read, to investigate, to figure things up. You could do well on Ravenclaw. But oh, what is this? A second change in life, eh? How ambitious, you could also be great in Slytherin... So where shall I put you?"

He thought of what the hat said, and when he mentioned Ravenclaw, he started thinking about Delphini. How she had helped him during their encounter in Diagon Alley and then on the train.

"Oh, what is this?" Said the hat suddenly. "It seems I made a mistake early. You do have someone who you could be loyal to. Still, not your most prominent value. But are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that."

Slytherin, eh? He had read about it in the books Delphine recommended and while he didn't believe that all of them were evil - like some of the kids were saying earlier - he didn't think that it would be a good idea for him to be sorted there. Besides, that way he would be further away from Altair's retaliation.

"No, it seems you have already made your choice," said the hat. "Better be RAVENCLAW!"

Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Ravenclaw table.

As he was approaching, he saw some of his new housemates trying to make a spot for him, but he just ignored them and walked straight up toward Delphine.

It looked like she was extremely focused because she only noted his presence once he had sat right beside her.

A little started at the sudden moment, she looked at him with a surprised look, while the rest of the sorting took place.

"What are you doing?" She whispered to him.

"Um, sitting?" He said.

"No, what I mean is, what are you doing sitting next to me?" She continued whispering. "I don't know if you have noticed, but I am not Miss Popularity here," she said, gesturing toward the rest of the table.

He looked at the rest of their housemates and saw that they were looking at him in shock.

"Hmm, Potter, mate," started saying the person next to him. "You might want to sit more over here. Trust me, you don't want to stay near her," he said, pointing at Delphine.

Harry frowned at that, It looked like Hagrid was right. Delphine was really disliked. Not that he cared. As far as he knew, Delphine was...

"I didn't know that it was against the rules to sit next to a friend," he sharply said, stuning the other student.

"Is- is she your friend?" He asked, baffled.

Harry looked at him and nodded his head with determination.

"Yes, she is," Harry confirmed with a firm tone.

The other student just stood there with a stupid look on his face, so Harry simply turned around toward Delphine, who was looking at him with a neutral face.

"Are you sure of what you are saying?" She asked.

"Yes, I am. And I mean it," he said. He might have doubts about a lot of things but not in this. She has helped him on two occasions so far and even if she didn't see him that way, that didn't mean that he didn't.

Delphine narrowed her eyes.

"You aren't saying that just to take another peek at me, are you?" She said, making him blush at the remainder.

"No, no! I not trying to spy on you! Truly!" He said, mortified that she could be thinking that he was some kind of pervert.

Delphine looked at him for a few more moments, before shruging.

"Suit yourself," she said, resuming her reading.

Harry sighed in relief. It seems that he didn't screw up this time. He turned around to see the rest of the sorting when from the corner of his eyes he saw what appeared to be a small smile on Delphine's face. He turned around quickly but he saw that she had the same neutral expression as before. Was that just his imagination? He just shrugged and returned to the sorting.

Unknown to them, there were two people openly smiling at their interaction, both of them on different tables.

'Maybe she won't be so lonely this year' the oldest sister thought, as the sorting ceremony ended and the banquet started.

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