FIRST YEAR
Harry Potter closed his eyes as he ran closer to the brick wall, his hands wrapped tighter around his trolley and pushed forward. Expecting to hit the wall, he breathed out a sigh when he went through.
He slowly opened his eyes and smiled widely. Platform 9 3/4 was exactly like his dad described. Busy with hustling parents and crying children. Screams could be heard from girls racing towards their friends and Harry saw a group of boys smirking at a flip book.
And on his right was the Hogwarts Express in all its glory. Steam was blowing out of its smokestack and students were climbing in and out of its open doors.
He couldn’t help but smile. His dad and godfather had literally cried when the owl arrived with his letter the week before his birthday. They had picked him up and covered him with kisses, saying how proud they were. His mum had to block the fireplace so they didn’t flu to Diagon Alley that very second.
Instead, they all went on his actual birthday and did the school shopping then.
First was getting fitted robes where Harry had a strange encounter with a blonde boy whom Sirius glared at for the whole 20 minutes they were there. His mum had squealed when it was time to get his books, her and Remus practically browsed the whole time and Uncle Peter had to buy the books instead. Hedwig, his favourite birthday present, was currently sitting peacefully in her cage, head resting on her stomach. Remus had picked it out especially since it was the only owl that didn’t hoot fearfully at the sight of him. Harry had never fell in love faster when he first saw her.
“You ready, son?” His dad whispered, coming up behind him with a hand on his shoulder.
Harry nodded, still looking around in awe.
“I packed two extra Gryffindor scarfs just in case you get one dirty, you can never be too sure.” Sirius added, ruffling his hair.
“You don’t know if Harry will even be in Gryffindor! Stop pressuring him.” His mother scolded. She took Harry’s hand and kissed the knuckles like she always did.
Sirius gasped and out his hands on his hips. “Of course he’ll be a Gryffindor!”
“Gryffindor or not, we will all support you no matter what. Okay love?”
“But what if I’m not a Gryffindor?” Harry whispered. He looked at Sirius who had already had this talk with him the night before, and the night before that.
Sirius kneeled down and tapped Harry’s forehead. “I know I make the other houses sound terrible, and boring and most of them are but my brother was in Slytherin. You’ve met him and he’s turned out fine. Not as fine as me but who ever is?” He then sighed and had a serious look on his face. “Prongslet, I love you to the stars and back, no matter whichever house you get in, it wouldn’t change my mind about you. It would be bloody awesome if you got into Gryffindor though, you’ve grown up with a bunch of handsome - and beautiful - Gryffindors, I shouldn’t see a reason why you wouldn’t be.”
That little speech didn’t help at all but Harry nodded anyway. The train whistled loudly and train instructors were urging the students on board.
“Good luck Bambi, mirror us the moment you get a chance.” Peter smiled.
“Mirror us the minute you get sorted! Wait, I’ll get Moony to do it!” Sirius gasped.
“No! Harry, darling, the train is about to leave. We’ll miss you so much, call us or go to Remus if you need anything, anything, love.” Lily Potter cried.
James grinned and pulled Harry in for a hug. “Tell Minnie we say hi, yeah. We love you.”
“Love you too.” With one last wave, Harry ran onto the train, his trolley right beside him.
——
“HARRY!”
“RON!”
Like the dramatic duo they were, the boys ran towards each other at full speed and collided into a long hug, slowly turning in a circle and giggling.
“I couldn’t see you on the platform, I was worried you’d be late.” Harry said as they sat in an empty carriage.
Ron laughed loudly, he wiggled in his seat to get comfortable. “Percy couldn’t find his Prefect badge this morning cause Fred and George hid it in their underwear draw. And Ginny was talking about you non-stop in the car! She’s had this ridiculous crush on you since your birthday party and it’s getting kind of tedious now.”
Harry pulled a face and shook his head in disgust. “Gross! She’s like my sister.”
“I’m sure it will go away soon.”
“Girls are so weird.” Harry grimaced, Ron nodded his head in solemn agreement.
“She also wanted to dye her hair blonde like Marlenes since your party too.”
“My party sounds like a bloody funfair.”
Ron rolled his eyes and plopped another jelly bean into his mouth. “You can say that again. I think she has a girl crush on Marlene from the amount she writes about her in her diary. Not the same as the writes about you though, I think she wrote a bloody sonnet about your eyes the last time I looked.”
He snorted and pulled on Rons hair. “You gonna dye your hair black like Padfoot then?”
“Bugger off, you twat!” His friend blushed, covering his head. Harry kicked his legs and Ron smacked his shoulder.
“You wanna go, ginger?” Harry dared.
Ron got a determined grin and rolled up his sleeves. “You’re on, four eyes.”
Harry jumped on Ron and brought his head into a headlock. Ron groaned in frustration and started spinning them around, grabbed Harrys thighs and rugby tackled them onto a seat. Harry grinned at the vulnerable position and got up to knock Ron to the floor with a loud ‘heya!’.
“Oof-“ Ron gasped, kicking Harry in the shins.
“Not that hard, Ronald! I need these shins.”
“To what? Ride Sirius’s motorbike like you did last month?”
Ron flushed red and did the bird, “he said I was making good progress, okay!”
Harry hummed in response and pulled on Ron’s left ear.
“Anything from the trolley, dears?” The trolley lady said, appearing out of nowhere.
“Fuck yes.” Ron muttered, gesturing to Harry what he wanted. Harry bought him and Ron enough food to fill their stomachs till dinner.
Opening the chocolate frogs, Ron got out his chocolate frog card collection album and started ravaging through the packets.
“You know you should keep the cards you already have so you can trade them for better ones, you know.” Harry suggested as Ron threw away a Babayaga card.
The boy rolled his eyes and ripped another one open with his teeth. “Nah, I want to finish my collection without any help- yes, I got Daisy Dodderidge!” Ron grinned, moving the card into an empty slot.
“Congratulations.” A voice sneered.
Standing outside their carriage was the boy Harry met at Madam Malkins Robes shop, the one Sirius had glared at. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back with far too much gel that glimmered under the carriage lights. He was frowning with the same frown he had at the robes shop and was already in his black robes and a pointed hat, on either side of him were two large boys that looked like body guards.
Ron’s smile faded and he stood up quickly, sending a half open Berty Botts packet all over the floor.
“Get out of here, Malfoy.” He spat the boys surname.
Oh, this boy was a Malfoy. Sirius had told him about his cousin marrying a politician with an ego the size of a Gringotts and this must be their son.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Weasley.” Malfoy replied with just as much venom.
“Ugh- what do you want?” Ron sighed in defeat.
Malfoy smirked and walked in, looking at the jelly beans on the ground and pulling a face. “Disgusting.” Harry heard him mutter.
He then looked at Harry and his frown turned into a bright smile.
“You must be Harry Potter, I heard you’d be starting in my year. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Draco Malfoy.” He said, holding out his hand.
Harry looked at the hand for a second before shaking it slowly. “Pleasures all mine.”
Draco gave him a toothy grin that made him look like an actual 11 year old instead of an adult look-alike. Harry invited the boys to sit with them and Draco gracefully took Rons spot next to Harry.
“This is Crabbe and Goyle by the way. They won’t be a bother, not very bright, they are.” He whispered the last part. Harry giggled and shook the other boy’s hands.
Poor Ron sat right up to the window as if the new boys were poisonous snakes.
“Father told me not to get involved with your family, I don’t think our fathers get along but I’ve read books about you and what you’ve done, so I’ve decided not to obey.” Draco said, shifting closer. He was looking at Harry very intently.
Harry groaned but couldn’t help the pleased grin on his face. ”I hate that I’m in so many books for something I don’t even remember.”
“Should it matter? You-Know-Who was the evilest dark wizard since Grindleward and you blasted him out of existence!”
“I’ve been told.” Harry mumbled, crossing his arms.
Draco made a squeaking noise and he quickly rose. “I must get Pansy! She has newspaper cutouts of you on her walls whenever you're in the Prophet, I probably shouldn’t have told you that but it’s out now.” He made a funny snorting sound like he was laughing at himself, “it would be proper hilarious if she met you without any warning.”
Harry give Ron a wide eyed look and shook his head. “Maybe not-“
“Absurd! Of course we must, she’s been dying to meet you. Crabbe, Goyle, come.” Then he left with his bodyguards at his heels.
Harry sighed loudly and put a whole Chocolate frog in his mouth. “I hate girls.” He tried to say with his mouth full.
Ron was laughing and patted his back. “Since when were girls into skinny short boys like you?”
“Shut up.”
“No, it’s too funny! You don’t even look like those magazine men!”
“I’m plenty attractive, and Aunt Dorcas said I’m very handsome, just ask her.”
“And dad thinks he’ll figure out the purpose of a rubber duck but that doesn’t mean he will.”
“Don’t be mean! Arthur is very capable.”
Ron hummed in response as the door burst open and a flustered girl with a black bob came in looking around the carriage before her eyes landed on Harry.
She stopped and bluntly stared at him with her jaw wide open.
“Draco, pinch me please so I know this isn’t a dream.” She demanded quietly.
Draco giggled and pinched the girls arm, she flinched and smacked his head. “Not that hard!”
“You asked me to pinch you.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
Draco shrugged and sat next to Harry again.
Pansy sat directly across from him and looked openly at Harry with a large blush across her nose. She was very pretty but Harry didn’t think he had the same affections she did.
“Can you make her stop looking at me?” He whispered to Draco.
“Not a chance, this is too funny.” Draco giggled back.
Ron sighed loudly and raised his eyebrows at Harry. “Looks like Ginny’s got competition.”
——
The Great Hall was.
Well great.
The walls were made of gigantic stones that looked older than Dumbledore. And a massive staircase that split into three other ones. There were large doors that Hagrid, who Harry’s parents had invited to tea on occasions, made the first years stop at after they got off the boats. He patted Harry’s shoulders and told him good luck before an old Scottish women appeared. She was the famous ‘Minnie’.
Professor McGonagall did not seem like the loving, mother figure the marauders told him she was, instead she spoke sternly and had yet to smile. Harry didn’t want to get on her bad side because Neville Longbottom got a bad glaring from the Professor when he found his toad where It was bouncing at her feet.
“He’s rumoured to be half squib, half stupid.” Draco whispered to Harry.
“A squib, how’d you hear that?” He dared, pretending Draco didn’t just call his childhood best friend stupid.
Draco smirked maliciously and looked Longbottom up and down from their distance. “Father told me Longbottom’s father boasted to the whole ministry when they got the letter and how his ‘little boy was going to prove them all wrong about being magical’”
“Well maybe he will.”
“Doubt it. The boy probably doesn’t even know how to play wizard chess.”
Harry sighed, knowing perfectly well Neville couldn’t play chess even if he told him the instructions a million times.
“A Hufflepuff, then?”
Draco snorted. “Probably. Or he could fit in with his own crowd and be Filch’s apprentice.”
“That’s rude.” Harry scolded.
Draco put up his hands in defeat. “Sorry, sorry.”
Ron was looking at Harry with a strange expression when McGonagall opened the doors and gestured them to get in a line and follow her.
There were four large tables - Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor - just like Harry had imagined. At the front of the hall was a large table where the teachers sat, in the middle was Albus Dumbledore who looked at the nervous students with a wide smile. Harry gave a little wave to his Uncle Moony who was sitting at the head of the hall, he saluted in return with a proud expression.
“You must be the first years! Here for the sorting, ehh?” A ghost man asked, hovering over the small crowd. He was the Fat Friar.
Harry jumped back in fright with wide eyes. He was fat and wore a long monks gown, he was holding a pint of beer and occasionally brought it to his lips. A few students nodded to the question.
“Hope to see some you in Hufflepuff!” Said the Fat Friar, smiling at them. “My old house, you know.”
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat to get everyones attention.
In front of the room, the dirty old hat on the seat started to twitch and a mouth seemed to be made out of the wrinkles.
Harry exchanged confused looks with a girl with wild brown hair when the hat started singing.
"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!”
The other students burst into applause and some even cat whistled. Harry gave a look to Draco who was clapping politely. Ron, however, looked murderous.“We only have to out on a hat?!” He outraged. “Fred told me I had to fight a troll.”
Harry patted his shoulder and smiled weakly. He was there when Fred and George told them the horrors of getting sorted, he’d much rather not use a wand he’s never used.
Then Professor McGonagall held out a long scroll and cleared her throat again.“When I call your name, you will sit on the stool and put on the hat to be sorted.”
“Abbott, Hannah.” She called. A pink faced girl with long blond pigtails came up first and was sorted into Hufflepuff, after that Harry zoned out.
The girl he made eye contact with at the start of the sorting with wild brown hair was sorted into Gryffindor, her name was Hermione Granger and apparently a muggleborn since Draco made a vomiting gesture.
Neville was surprisingly placed in Gryffindor too. Neville appeared just as surprised since he just sat on the stool with his eyes wide and mouth open.
The only other time Harry paid attention was when Professor McGonagall called, “Malfoy, Draco.”
He snapped his head up and watched Draco with his chin held high, strut to the hat. Draco met his eyes with wicked confidence as he sat on the stool, before McGonagall even placed it on his head, the hat screamed, “SLYTHERIN.”
Draco grinned and nodded with relief and went over to the cheering green table. Crabbe and Goyle were already there and offered the middle seat.
“Potter, Harry.” She said eventually.
The hall went silent and students started muttering to each other.
“Potter did she say?”
“Harry Potter? As in the Harry Potter?”
“I thought he’d be taller.”
“Does he really have the scar?”
Remus gave Harry two thumbs up from the staff table and he found the courage to walk to the seat. McGonagall placed the hat over his eyes and a small voice entered his ears.
“Hmm, difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting.... So where shall I put you?”
Harry gripped the edge of the stool and closed his eyes.
“You would achieve great things in Slytherin, it’s all there in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that — no… not Gryffindor.. it could only be SLYTHERIN!”
He heard the last word throughout the whole hall and walked shakily to the Slytherin table. Not daring to look at Remus or Ron or Percy or the twins or Neville. Instead he looked too Draco who was clapping vigorously, practically jumping in his seat along with the rest of the Slytherins.
“We got Potter! We got Potter!” An older student with a prefects badge shouted, he was clapping his mates back and had a wild look in his eyes.
Draco shoved Crabbe out the way and gestured to the empty spot. “Sit here Potter!”
When Harry sat, he was crowded with Slytherins, patting his back and shaking his hand. One girl was even crying, her mascara streaking her cheeks.
“I-I can’t believe I get to look at your face!” She sobbed.
The sorting went on and “Thomas, Dean” was placed in Gryffindor. Only then did Harry dare to look at anyone. Ron was looking at him from the small group of unsorted students with his jaw open with a betrayed look on his face. Harry offered a small grin and a shrug but Ron only shook his head and turned back to Professor McGonagall. Remus was looking at the other students and grinned when he met Harry’s gaze, he raised his eyebrows which only meant tea and a chat later on. Hagrid, however, had a troubled look but didn’t meet Harrys gaze.
Harry sighed in frustration and crossed his arms. If this was how his friends where gonna act, then he couldn’t imagine his father and godfathers reaction. They had raised him on Gryffindor views, with a Gryffindor mindset, and here he was on the opposite side of the hall with a green tie and snake on his lapel.
With Professor Snape as his head of year.
Oh Godric, his father would hate to hear about this.
“Weasley, Ronald.” Professor McGonagall said. His best friend hunched in the seat and the hat went over his eyes.
The hall was silent for a view moments and Harry saw Ron twiddle his hands- he was nervous.
“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat screamed. Ron was grinning and looked at Harry with a cocky sneer as if it was a challenge.
“Not surprised.” Draco muttered.
Harry nodded. “Think Ron would’ve jumped off the highest tower if he didn’t get into Gryffindor.”
“You’re family’s pretty much Gryffindor nationalists, aren’t you worried?” Draco asked, nudging their shoulders.
“Such big words for such a big day. I just want to sleep, honestly.” Harry whined. He let his head drop on the table and close his eyes. He was worried for his families reaction, especially Sirius’s and his dads. His bedroom growing up had always been red and gold, with golden snitches flying around and new broomsticks. His mum always said he looked handsome in dark green since it matched his eyes so well, but the first time he wore a green shirt at 7 years of age, his dad had shrieked and pretended to loose his glasses so he ‘didn’t have to look at that atrocious colour’.
Blaise Zabini - the last student to be sorted and his new Slytherin peer- tapped his shoulder and gestured to a smiling and bright Albus Dumbledore who stood in front of his podium with open arms.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”
“Thank you!” He sat back down and everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn’t know wether to laugh or not.
“Is he a bit… mad?” He asked the prefect with the wild expression from before.
The handsome boy nodded and gave a loud laugh. “Abso-effing-lutely, that guy lost his nutter decades ago. Hey, pass the gravy will you?”
Harry’s mouth fell open. The table in front of him was now filled with dishes full of delicious food. Never in his life had he seen so much he wanted to eat all at once; roast beef, crackling, peas, sausages, bacon, garlic bread, Yorkshire pudding, boiled potatoes, roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes, tomato sauce, gravy, fries and, for some reason, peppermint humbugs.
His parents always fed him well. His dad was the owner of the Potter fortune and that came with heaps of parties that had heaps of good food. His mum always made the best food, garlic bread with tomato alphabet soup for example. Sirius was a Black - he was disowned but that didn’t mean he wasn’t rich as hell- he always took Harry to diners and bought him ice cream whenever they went out. But this feast took first place.
Harry forgot about his Slytherin dilemma as he filled his plate with a sampling of each dish. Everyone else followed his lead and Harry smiled at the familiar sound of tapping cutlery and soft background conversations.
“I must say Harry,” Blaise Zabini said. “ I didn’t expect you out of all people to get into Slytherin.”
“Yeah, it’s normally part of a family legacy to be put in Slytherin, hence why Mudbloods are never sorted here.” Pansy added, fluttering her eyelashes at Harry.
“Uh- right.” Harry muttered. “I’m just as confused as you, but you’re stuck with me for the next 7 years so get used to it.”
The first years laughed. “it’s Malfoy who should be saying that, he takes bloody forever in the bathroom.” Pansy joked.
“Not true!” Draco flustered, hitting his friend on the shoulder. “Thats just because I care about my appearance, unlike some people.”
“If you’re talking about me coming to your house for a playdate with my hair split at the ends when we were 5 years old then you need to let that grudge go, babes.”
Draco rolled his eyes and took a mouthful of peas and corn. “I’m talking about Potters monstrosity of a head.”
Harry frowned and tried to pat down his fringe. He unfortunately inherited his dads wild mane that can never lay down no matter how much hair product they use. His mum was still looking for a cure.
‘Oh its fine Harry,” Draco smiled, grabbing his wrist and moving it off his head. “Once we get into our dorms we’ll think of something.”
“Oh yeah,” Harry exclaimed, “dad said they were in the dungeons, is that really true?”
A second year boy with neatly parted hair answered. “Sure is! Right underneath the black lake. The roof is transparent and we’ve become great friends with the merpeople.”
“Cool.” Harry breathed. “Can we see the giant squid?”
The boy shrugged. “Now and then we get a giant tentacle slap against the ceiling which will scare the living christ out of you, but I don’t recall having seen it’s face yet.”
“Cool.” Harry breathed again.
“I always imagined you to be some great being but you’re really just like every other boy our age.” Blaise countered.
Stabbing a potato rather aggressively Harry said, “maybe because I am like every other boy our age.”
“Alright, alright,” Blaise said with his hands raised in surrender. “Chill mate.”
With a forgiving grin, Harry spent the rest of dinner filling his face.
——
The prefect, whom Harry now knew as Marcus Flint, led the first years to the Common Room. Harry tried to catch Rons eyes on their way out but the ginger looked forward with a set jaw. Fred and George, fortunately, acted completely normal and treated him as they always did.
“Hazza! Give it up here, mate.” Fred chuckled, ruffling Harry’s hair after they high fived.
“Haven’t seem you in bloody ages,” George added, also getting a clap.
“Well, not since last week but what does that count for.”
Harry giggled at the twins and gave them a grateful smile which they returned.
“You doing alright, ay Hazz?” Fred asked.
George tilted his head and put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Need us to punch some noses off?”
“Tie together some laces?”
“Dung bombs under the desk?”
“Spiders in the bed?”
“Cockroaches in soup?”
“Worse! Cockroaches in a sandwich.”
“Freddie, that is a marvellous idea.”
“Oh Georgie, you flatterer.”
“We’ve done it again.”
“We’ll be rich by morning.”
The twins began muttering enthusiastically and Harry knew it was his time to leave.
“-uh, thanks for your help but I really should… yeah I should get going. Talk to you later.” He muttered before dashing after his new dorm mates. He came up next to Draco who looked very shocked to see him.
“Harry! I’ve looked all over for you,” the blonde scolded. “I swore you were right next to me! Where in Salazars name have you been?”
Harry shrugged and they continued their walk in silence. There was door on the right side of the entrance hall which Flint had been leading them, he opened the door and gestured for the first years to walk in.
“Come on, come on, nice and quickly.” Flint urged.
When Harry walked through, the room was pitch black except for the dozen lit torches attached to the walls. It smelt damp and musty, like it hadn’t been cleaned for years. Flint led the first years to stand in front of a blank stretch of wall.
“Knockturn Alley.” He said very clearly. The wall disappeared and a wide walkway appeared.
Walking through, Harry gasped at the sight before him. The room was large and and dark with a large fire on the opposite wall. Comfy seats were scattered neatly all over and a few small tables were set with wizard chess. The roof was indeed transparent and lit a pretty pale green feature along the room, the windows were the same but had expensive looking black curtains on either side. A large portrait of Salazar Slytherin was above the fireplace, he was an old man with a long beard and was holding a knobbly wand.
“Better close your jaw, Potter.” Draco whispered, pushing Harry’s jaw back up.
“Impressive? Wait till you see the dorms.” Flint teased, going up the stairs two at a time before standing at the top, waiting for the first year boys.
“Girls dorms will be on the right, boys you’re up here. I don’t recommend trying to sneak into the girls rooms, these loud alarms go off and it wastes everyones time. Believe me, six weeks of detention isn’t worth stealing knickers for.” He snickered, earning a laugh from the boys.
“So this will be your dorm for the next seven years. I’ll say this is a good group of peers, we’ve got Harry fricking Potter, a Malfoy, Zabini, a Crabbe, even a Goyle. Very promising stuff boys.” The prefect sighed and looked across them with a small smile.
“Get some sleep lads, breakfast is at 7am and we start classes at 9. My dorm is the third on your left if you need anything.”
They exchanged good nights and then rushed into the room. It was large with five perfectly made four-poster beds. The linen was all dark green as well as the walls and ceiling. They had a large square window that looked out into the smoky green lake. Their bags were in the middle of the room, neatly sorted out for each person.
“Dips next to the window!” Crabbe yelled, slamming into Goyle who fell to the ground.
“Dips the other one.” Goyle strained.
Harry giggled quietly and took the end bed, Draco took the one between Harry and Crabbe, leaving Blaise with the other end bed next to Goyle.
“These wardrobes are massive.” Blaise gushed, admiring the slick black wardrobe next to his bed.
“Thank Salazar, I was worried I might need to send back some clothes.” Draco said. He got his luggage and placed the heavy trunk on his bed, opening its silver clips. All his clothes were folded neatly in weather order.
Harry gasped and rushed to look as Draco took out his shoes from another trunk. “Are those doc martins?”
“Only the best! Mummy rather likes muggle shoes and took me out to get some.”
“I’ve got the exact same pair!” Harry said excitedly, running to get his slightly dirty pair out. He brought them too Draco and the boys compared. Sirius had made him bring them for ‘bragging rights’.
“You gonna wear those tomorrow?” Crabbe asked, leaning against Draco’s bedpost.
“Obviously, hopefully no one will know they’re muggle. I’ve got a reputation to make.”
Harry snorted at Draco. “A reputation?”
“Of course. First year is the year to make the right connections and set your place at this school.”
“Right.”
“Like at this moment, I’m becoming friends with you which means we’ll probably be friends for all seven years, which means we have to stick together. Like the sorting hat said, Slytherin is where your real friends will be.”
“Damn, that got deep real quick.” Goyle muttered, tracing the ‘M’ on Dracos trunk.
The blonde rolled his eyes and slapped his friends hand away. “It’s not ‘deep’, you’re just too thick to make it simple.”
Goyle frowned and crossed his arms. “You calling me fat?”
Harry covered his face to stop himself from laughing too loud as Draco attempted to apologise