chapter one
Harry Potter was a rather abnormal child.
Everyone in his surrounding knew that he was different, that somehow something was wrong with him. What they didn’t know was that he was very, very special, the boy who lived and- more secretly, a transmigrator. Yes, Harry Potter wasn’t Harry at all. In his previous life, he’d been a potterhead living in Germany, a ravenclaw to the truest of levels, smart, knowledge seeking and very hateful of sports in general. There was bad blood between him and sports, very unlike the canon Harry. Anyways, Harry merged with this potterhead somewhen in the train ride to Hogwarts.
Harry was sitting in the compartment with Ron, when he got a splitting headache, memories flooding his system in a destructive way.
“Are you okay mate?”, Ron asked him, a worried look on his face.
“Yeah”, Harry, now completely merged with this other person answered, “I’m fine, my scar just felt as if it was exploding”
“Bummer mate, maybe you could ask the medi-witch at Hogwarts about it? Maybe she knows something about curse scars, I heard that Madam Pomfrey is one of the best Medi-witches of our century”, Ron explained.
“Yeah, I think I’ll go see her when we are at Hogwarts”, Harry smiled at Ron, hiding away his hate for the boy. Ron had always been one of his least favorite characters, especially when he turned on Harry during their fourth year. He wasn’t a forgiving person and was quite sure that if one of his friends did something like that to him, they wouldn’t be friends any longer after that. Now, he was aware that Ron wasn’t really a bad person but still, he couldn’t see himself being friends with him. He was pretty sure that he would get sorted into Ravenclaw anyways, so a friendship between them wouldn’t last, what with the extreme separation between the houses.
“I’ll do some reading now”, Harry announced, pulling out one of his school books, the one about charms and reading a bit. He wanted to be the best and now was the time he would start that. How could one not study… It was magic! How could one not be excited about learning literal magic?
As the train kept racing across the Scottish landscape, Harry took to practicing a few of the charms that were inside the spellbook. It took him half an hour to get the most basic charm Lumos correctly and another half an hour to extinguish the charm with Nox. Luckily, the train ride was rather long, so he could practice even more. By the end, as the sky had already turned black and as they had changed into their daily robes, Harry had managed to cast Lumos, Nox, Wingardium Leviosa and Alohomora. The last of which he had practiced on the compartment door.
All of the students were flooding out of the train in no particular order.
Outside, Hagrid was calling out for the first years to follow him. He was a truly gigantic man, twice as tall as any man Harry had seen before and as wide as some of the most fat people he had seen in his previous life. You know the kind, those who couldn’t stand up on their own. Had Hagrid not been so tall, he would’ve looked absurdly fat, though with his height, he just looked a bit big, nothing more, nothing less.
The first years were filling into the boats, Harry decided not to go into the same boat as Ron and Neville, rather joining Draco Malfoy. He saw no reason to antagonize the blonde boy, as Harry had done in cannon. Without a rivalry with Draco, many things would be far easier for him and he was just enough of a slytherin to see that opportunity and take it.
Really, this new Harry was 65% Ravenclaw, 15% Gryffindor and 20% Slytherin. There wasn’t an ounce of Hufflepuff in his bones, because loyalty is nothing. Yes, he was hard working which was a Hufflepuff trait but really, that came more so from his thirst of knowledge than anything else and therefore, was more of a Ravenclaw thing than a Hufflepuff one, though if that was taken into account, he was more like 65% Ravenclaw, 10% Gryffindor, 20% Slytherin and 5% Hufflepuff… Yeah, that sounded about right.
“So it is true”, Malfoy exclaimed still in the boat as they were floating across the black lake, “Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts, this is Crabbe, that’s Nott and I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, pleasure to meet you”
“Pleasure to meet you as well”, Harry shook his hand and smiled, “I’m Harry, but you already know that”
“Good to see that you know which company to keep”, Draco huffed out, “I was worried when I saw you with Weasley”
“Yeah, no. He just sat with me in the train because everywhere else was full”
“Yes, I noticed. I wonder how they did it back in the day when more students came each year. After the war, there have been less and less students, or so my father told me”, Draco explained, “Apparently, back in his school years, each year in each house had close to twenty students. Looking at the school now, there can’t be more than ten in each year/house. Our year seems to be one of the biggest currently at hogwarts, I heard that there are only 10 sixth years in total, across all houses”
“Yeah, I wonder how they’d done it if there were more students, maybe the train expands to fit the exact number of students”, Nott speculated.
“Could be, could be”, Harry hummed.
Soon, they were at the boathouse and the students walked up the stairs, towards the doors which lead into the Great Hall. They stood in front of the big, wooden doors with Hagrid, who knocked at the door. After a few good seconds of silence, McGonagall came walking into the room they were in and exclaimed loudly, “Welcome to Hogwarts. You are about to be sorted into your houses, those being Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Your house will be your family and friends for the next seven years at hogwarts. Doing well in class will earn you house points, whilst breaking the rules will lose you points, just wait here for a bit, I will be right back”
As McGonagall left them together with Hagrid, hushed whispers came from all around, murmurs about how the sorting would take place. Some thought it would be a test, others thought it was a dangerous challenge, some were simply clueless. Only Harry knew the true method of sorting, being a former Potterhead.
The ghosts came floating in, discussing whether or not they should get rid of Peeves. After a good few minutes of heated discussion, they flew away again and McGonagall came to collect them all.
She walked them up to the sorting head, which came to life, singing his song,
"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,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've 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 folks 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!"
There was much applause and the sorting started.
Harry Turned off his mind until he was called up to the stand.
The sorting hat was gently lowered onto his head and within his mind, he heard a soft, high pitched voice, “Oh? You’re a bit older than the usual lot, you come with certain preferences… oh- quite the story you have here, transmigrated into this world. Quite the mind you have, and ambition, not little of it either… You are no Hufflepuff, thats for sure and Gryffindor wouldn’t suit you either so it is either Ravenclaw or Slytherin… hmmm”
“Please ravenclaw, please ravenclaw”, Harry muttered to himself, so quietly that only the hat and McGonagall could hear him.
“I see you have already made up your mind, well then you better be RAVENCLAW!”