Harry had just arrived at Hogwarts, young and slightly afraid. One day he is living a normal life- if you call under the stairs normal- and the next a large man, naming himself Hagrid is telling him he’s a wizard. A wizard! He knew t was real, but a major part of him believed this was just a lucid dream he was having to escape his hell at ‘home’.
The large rooms and long corridors let in a large draft, presumably to freeze the students into paying attention, who knows. They are intimidating and echo-y, sending endless chills down his spine. Somewhere in the far away he could hear an owl and distant chatter.
The place seemed non-sensical and ridiculous at least, but not what he would call ‘magical’. But, then again, what did he know. This was the stuff you only saw in books and movies. Non the less, the school was nightmare inducing.
His thoughts were eventually grounded to a halt when they arrived at a large door, teenage chatter coming from within. His large escort opened said door casting an eerie silence over the hall. Hundreds of eyes on him. Staring. Curious. Confused. A gentle shove to his back encouraged him to start walking in.
he almost wished he could be back under the stairs.