Viridian

Chapter 1- Harry

Harry sleeps soundly in his bed, until an unseen force completely blew open his door. Within seconds, it had woken him up.

“Harry! Come on, we’ll be late for the train!” Moony says, pulling him out of bed.

Oh, yeah. Harry’s going to Hogwarts for the first time today. “Okay dad! I need to pack first!”

“Me and Sirius have already packed everything, Hedwig is with him as well,” Remus opens the door and hurriedly walks downstairs.

Harry shoves a quick breakfast in his mouth and then stands next to Remus to Side-Along Apparate. He catches his appearance in the mirror and sees how nervous his green eyes look. His red hair sits in crops. Harry wished he hadn’t joined in. Every time he does it, he feels a swooping sensation in his stomach and his face turns red. He’s sure no one will recognize him. His dad says that his eyes, hair, facial features and personality is exactly like his mothers, so hopefully he won’t be known as Harry Potter. He doesn’t want to be recognized at all. The platform is bustling with loud shouts, voices and the squeaks of pets. Trunks are being dragged across the ground and Harry can hear parents saying goodbye to their children. He turns to his moony and Dadfoot and gives them a hug, it’s pretty bittersweet for him. The second he gets on the train he gets into an empty compartment and waves goodbye out of the window, though he isn’t sure if Moony and Dadfoot can see him.

Then, a little boy with gelled-back platinum blonde hair and these stunning silver eyes enters the compartment. He hopes he doesn’t like him, his parents always say it’s too early for him to ‘like’ people. But he can’t help but to look into his beautiful eyes. His eyes have a haunted quality, almost like-

“Uh, hello? CAN I SIT HERE?” The blond boy says. Uh, oh. Was I staring? Harry thinks to himself.

“Uh, sure, sorry. What’s your name?” Harry asks. He’s curious to know.

“I’m Draco Malfoy. How about you? I love your hair,” Oh no, he’s a Malfoy. His Moony said that Malfoy’s are trouble. He doesn’t care though. His eyes are so pretty and he even complimented his hair!

“Uh, I’m Harry. Harry Potter,” Unsurprisingly, Draco makes a little gasp, but doesn’t press further. Instead, he sits down and asks Harry about his knowledge of Hogwarts and the magical world.

“What house do you think you’ll be in? I’m sure I’ll be in Slytherin, my entire family line was!” Harry thinks to himself for a moment at this question. “Well, both my parents were in Gryffindor, but I don’t think I’m that brave. I’m not very smart either, so that rules out Ravenclaw. I think I’m loyal but I don’t think I’ll be a Hufflepuff. So that leaves Slytherin, but again I’m not very ambitious or cunning,” Draco looks impressed at the amount of knowledge Harry has about each house.

“Well I wouldn’t want to be a Hufflepuff! I mean, I’d personally think I’d leave!” Draco puffs out. Harry notices a cute little crinkle between his brows and immediately rights himself. Harry doesn’t think Hufflepuff is that bad.

“Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville’s lost his!” Suddenly, a bushy haired, buck-toothed girl butted her head into their compartment. Draco looks affronted, but Harry kindly says no. The girl, who had made it abysmally clear that her name is Hermione and that she hopes she’ll be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor then leaves looking happy.

“She’s a right bit of work, isn’t she? Well I feel bad for Neville, he lost his pet already!” Harry exclaims. Draco looks a bit sour but immediately brightens up when the trolley witch arrives with a huge cart of candy. Harry’s eyes almost pop out of his sockets looking at it.

“Anything from the trolley dears?” The old lady says in her creaky voice. Harry and Draco make a little fuss about who pays, but they can sense the lady getting impatient so Draco wins and buys some candy for him and Harry. Harry couldn’t deny him the win with his stunning smile and ever-beautiful eyes. He bites into a pumpkin pasty and watches Draco get a vomit flavoured Bertie Botts bean. Harry pats Draco’s shoulder reassuringly as he retches and feels the tiniest butterfly flutter at the very bottom of his stomach.

“Eurgh! Why do those exist! They should be removed. My father will hear about this!” Harry is confused. How could Draco’s father do anything about this? The train comes to a stop, and Harry and Draco walk off it together. Harry gasps as he sees carriages pulled by invisible strings to the castle. However, they are forced into boats and are escorted by a giant man named Hagrid into the gigantic great hall. He seems very sweet, but Draco shoots him a dirty look.

Harry and Draco stand in line for the sorting. He can hear names being called. Then it’s time for Draco. The hat barely even touches his head before it yells “SLYTHERIN!”. He seems happy and his proud smirk causes that butterfly to flutter once more. “Potter, Harry!” The entire hall gasps and whispers are engaged.

He sits on the stool and looks into Draco’s pensive eyes. “Hmmmm……not fit for Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. You would do well in Slytherin, definitely, and Gryffindor as well, a brave soul……...what do you say?” “Uh, I don't know, but I want to be with Draco,” Hearing this, the Hat shouts “SLYTHERIN!”. Everyone is in stunned silence.

Then, the Slytherin table begins to clap. Harry takes his seat next to Draco, happy and content. He looks hungrily at the spread before him and listen to Dumbledore's speech about illegal corridors and the like before he starts devouring it.

“My mom’s on her ninth husband already!” A boy with brown skin and a big nose announces.

“Well, that’s cool and all, but I went to Brazil this summer! Nothing can beat that!” A bratty-looking girl with black hair and big brown eyes contests. Harry doesn’t really pay attention to the rest, and just makes some small talk with Draco. Suddenly, he catches the eye of a long black-haired professor. He looks surprised and extremely sombre. Harry notices him scanning his face.

“Draco, who’s that over there? The black haired guy,” Harry asks. “Oh, that’s Professor Snape, my godfather. He’s our potions teacher. We might have him tomorrow,” Draco replies. Harry nods, not understanding how much this “Professor Snape” would grow to care for him.