Who would have guessed that Harry would do it too?
Harry Potter-Lupin-Black was eleven, and it was bloody terrifying. It was a nightmare for anyone who was currently employed at Hogwarts, because, obviously, he was about to go to Hogwarts, and that was going to be terrifying. Harry Potter, raised by some of the most terrifying people in all of the wizarding world… Was going to be in a school…. With a malfoy… and many other people that could potentially get on his nerves. But the real part that caught everyone was the Malfoy. They all knew about Walburga Black's unyielding hate for everything Malfoy, and she had helped raise him, which could only mean that he could possible be carrying this hate.
Minerva McGonagall shuttered slightly at the thought. She had been in school with both Walburga Black and Abraxas Malfoy... as one can imagine, it was not very pretty. Walburga had Abraxas looking over his shoulder ever two seconds for years. He was terrified that she might actually kill him because of him being a Malfoy. She had an ever growing hate of the Malfoy hair, and of course the Malfoy name, and who could forget that she abhorred the Malfoy everything.
If someone held that much hate for everything that you just so happened to be, well, you'd be quivering at the thought of them catching sight of you too.
Minerva sighed loudly. She would have to prepare herself to keep Harry Potter-Lupin-Black away from Draco Malfoy at all costs. They could not afford for a Walburga Black type of accident, and from Remus Lupin had told her, that was the young boys favorite type of accident.
What happened right before her very eyes as the first years were being sorted had almost forced her to resign. There was a point... a point that should not be reached if they wanted her to stay put as a professor. Who would have guessed that the Harry James Potter-Lupin-Black would get the very specific thing that only the Black family and Potter Family had?
Why did he have to Pull a James Potter? And she didn't mean a prank. She meant the thing that really made James Potter himself. What everyone truly remembers about James Potter specifically.
There was still confusion on how his tactics had actually pulled off what he wanted. How did it work? How did James Potter do the impossible after Six and a quarter years of no.
There was a small hope that maybe the same tactics would not work out for Harry Potter-Lupin-Black. There was small hope that maybe this was just a joke.
Deep down everyone knew it wasn't.
Harry Potter Lupin Black was sitting in his compartment, when an easily recognizable shade of blond hair entered his space. So this was the boy that was related to the man that his Grandmother abhorred so much. Harry got a good look of him And immediately decided that this boy was his now. It wasn’t the hair that had him decide this, as it truly was a horrible shade of blond. No, it was because the boy would have been so beautiful if he had not inherited his father’s hair.
Harry was sure he could get his grandmother to accept the boy… After they got rid of the horrid hair, that was.
He turned to Daphne with a look that said everything. She quickly locked the compartment before Draco could leave. Harry proceeded to throw himself at Draco, a tackle unlike any other. As soon as they hit the floor Draco was trapped in an unbreakable hug.
“You’re going to come home with me and meet my family. You are so cute, if not for that hair Granny Black would love you.” Harry’s was smiling widely and he sounded genuinely excited. Draco, on the other hand, was taking quite a few seconds to process what exactly was going on.
“What the bloody hell-”
“Heavens, Malfoy, you’d think you’d be more quiet considering Ron is asleep and he gets violent when one wakes him up. Not to mention Harry is falling asleep on you and he is also quite violent when he wakes up.” Daphne’s bored eyes bore into his soul. “Yes, Harry Potter-Lupin-Black is hugging you, yes Ron Weasley is in this compartment, no you may not leave as it seems Harry has claimed you as his. No I will not help. Now that that is over with, do be quiet and just adjust, because I have a feeling that this is going to be the new usual in your life." Daphne's expression gave nothing away, and Draco's panic started to change to acceptance that maybe he would be trapped forever.
His father had warned him that this would happen. Well, actually, he said avoid flying things... It just so happened that Harry Potter-Lupin-Black had momentarily been flying, and he didn't realize that he should be avoiding flying people. It was truly an honest mistake, and now he was stuck with the consequences. There was nothing to do about the warm wizard who refused to release his hold on him.
In fact, he was only released when Daphne flicked all three of them in the face to wake them to get dressed, as they were almost to Hogwarts. When he had fallen asleep would remain a mystery to all except Daphne.
"Apologies, I never did properly introduce myself. I'm Harry Potter-Lupin-Black, and we are probably going to get married in seven years!" It was said in such an enthusiastic way, Draco forgot how he should respond. He just stared at the boy before him... The boy who was supposed to hate his very existence, just like the rest of his family.
It was obvious that the boy did not hate him nearly as much as he should. Or nearly as much as would be plausible. Or nearly at all. Was there even a single wisp of hate? Perhaps only towards his hair.
Harry had pulled out a comb with a gleam in his eye that promised change. A change that was perhaps not going to be welcomed by Lucius Malfoy, but at this point Draco knew that he was trapped, and the easiest way to get through this would be to just let the boy before him. After all, he was outnumbered three to one, with Daphne 'Fuck with me I dare you' Greengrass, Ron 'Short fuse' Weasley, and Harry 'I have wrapped the most powerful around my finger' Potter-Lupin-Black opposing him. He wasn't ready to die, and that was a likely scenario if he tried to oppose them.
When the first years entered the hall, all eyes focused on Harry Potter-Lupin-Black and the three people around him. Daphne had her blank look, giving away nothing at all. Ron had an angry look on his face, as he had been forced to wake up, eyes were leaving him as fast as they had landed on him. Then, the eyes had landed on the last two. Harry Potter-Lupin-Black had Draco Malfoy's arm firmly placed in his own. The two seemed to be getting along, which was a shock all on it's own, But the real shock was finding out that the person next to Harry was in fact Draco Malfoy.
He didn't have the Malfoy family hair. He most certainly did not have the Malfoy family hair. It wasn't blond. Not at all. It was black, and he looked more like he belonged in the Black family than anyone else in the entire school, bar perhaps Harry himself.
Minerva McGonagall didn't even realize that he was Draco Malfoy until she called his name and the boy was reluctantly released from Harry's grasp. When she realized that Harry had actually changed the boy's hair from Malfoy family Blonde to Black family Black... She was ready to quit. What kind of game was Fate playing? What kind of higher power was trying to destroy the world?
Walburga Black's grandson had somehow developed an attachment to Draco Malfoy. He had somehow developed an attachment to a Malfoy. Minerva looked around, trying to see if this was a prank of some kind, but she didn't think it was. She looked around once more, tying to be sure that Walburga wasn't about to come flying through the doors, or blasting through walls. They really didn't need her and Harry at the school at the same time.
Why had this happened? She thought Remus had said that Thursdays were going to be the bad days.
She paled drastically... Did that mean that Thursdays would be worse? She began to feel faint. If this was one of the normal days... How would the school survive having this boy, no, this group within it's walls. It had already become apparent that they were going to burn sown the school... and the group wasn't even complete.
She watched as the Malfoy boy became a hat stall. All expectations of him going into Slytherin for all the wrong reasons were shredded. The only real hope was that the group of children were not in the same house. Merlin forbid they all go into her house. It wasn't that she hated them already... no if she was going to end up hating them, it would take time and effort on their part. She never hated children that went to the school unless they were actually causing harm to the other students. It was just that she knew that house points would be taken a majority of the time, and she also did not want to be responsible for them.
The reason she wanted them separated so badly was not to ruin their friendship, but to minimize the chaos, and no head of house should have to deal with all of them at the same time. It was already obvious that they would be much worse than the Marauders.
Draco Malfoy was sitting on the stool for the better part of ten minutes, and he was getting impatient.
"Just put me in Hufflepuff, I just know that Harry will be going to Slytherin and I do not want to be murdered by Walburga Black."
"No, It is up to me to figure out where you belong, and I will put you there. Whether Harry Potter-Lupin-Black goes into Slytherin or not, you are going to SLYTHERIN!" Draco Malfoy drug himself off the stool as the hat was lifted from his head. Daphne Greengrass' eyes rested on him as he made his way to the very same table she was sitting at.
Her face was blank, but those who knew her well knew that she was mildly amused at what was so obviously happening.
"He won't be in Slytherin. He says there is no fun when people expect you to be plotting something." Draco nearly sighed in relief at that. He made sure not to, and watched the rest of the sorting. He wouldn't really be at ease until he saw Harry sorted somewhere else. Anywhere else, really. It really wasn't Harry himself, sure he was a bit mad, but Draco could get used to it, and maybe even enjoy it. No, it was because it was a well known fact that Walburga Loved her Grandson even more than she hated the Malfoys, and a Malfoy getting anywhere near her Grandson was a likely thing to push her over the edge.
"Potter-Lupin-Black, Harry." Finally Harry was called up, it was time to see if Daphne had been correct, or if Draco was going to die at the hands of Walburga Black. It took seven minutes for the hat to call out the House, but for Draco, it seemed as if it had taken seven years.
"I honestly don't know what you mean. I fit perfectly into Hufflepuff. As if I could fit into anywhere else, you're mad." The hat was getting more and more frustrated with him, as the boy was even worse than Draco Malfoy had been. He just wouldn't shut up.
"I cannot put you in Hufflepuff so you can take advantage of the stereotype. You obviously belong in Slytherin."
"If you put me in Slytherin I will destroy the entire castle, and then feed you to the Basilisk. Don't fuck with me, Hat. I'm going into Hufflepuff and that's final. Don't even try with Gryffindor for me either, or I'll move the entire castle to the bottom of the Black Lake, and then feed you to the Basilisk. In fact, if you put me anywhere besides Hufflepuff, The castle is going to be ruined in some way, and you will be fed to the Basilisk."
"I hope you choke on a snitch, HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Harry Hopped happily off of the stool as McGonagall hid her shock. She pulled the hat off of the boys head and calmly watched as he went to Hufflepuff. She had a feeling that chaos was unavoidable. It had already begun and they weren't even through with the sorting yet.
Draco Malfoy on the other hand let that relieved sigh out at this point. Daphne raised an eyebrow at him.
"Do you really think that him being in another house is going to stop him? If you do, then you severely underestimate his will power. He'll be over here for Breakfast." Draco wanted to curl up in a ball and become invisible. Walburga Black... His great aunt Walburga. She was going to murder him in the most chaotic way possible and there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing anyone could do about it. He was going to die, and he didn't even have the Malfoy hair that was a key holder of hatred for many people...
Well, he wasn't actually that upset about the last bit. He liked his hair being Black. It suited him better. But that was besides the point, as he was going to die by the end of the year anyways, so he wouldn't even get to live with his new hair for that long.
What he didn't know was that Harry was going to be writing to his dear Grandmother, telling her all about the train ride.
Had he known that he would be even more upset, and assume that he wouldn't survive the week. Which would, of course, be such a shame, as his hair really did suit him now that it wasn't Blond, and was styled properly.
Severus Snape was happy to not get the Potter-Lupin-Black boy. He was ecstatic. It was more than he expected because had the boy been raised by anyone that Dumbledore had wanted him raised by, he would be just like James Potter. But the boy was raised by Walburga Black, who had raised a person that Severus hated and a person that Severus was best friends with.
And yet, the boy didn't enter Gryffindor or Slytherin. He went to Hufflepuff, which absolutely could not be correct. Severus knew about some of the chaos that the boy caused. He knew the boy was cunning, and that he should most definitely be in Slytherin. The real question was what he had threatened the Sorting hat with tho be put in Hufflepuff.
Severus Snape looked like bloody murder when Ronald Weasley was sorted in his house. He knew that with the presence of the Red haired boy, Draco Malfoy, and Daphne Greengrass he would also be joined by Potter-Lupin-Black everyday. It was easy to guess that they boy would end up in his common room, and at the table, and generally everywhere his three people happened to be.
Just when he thought he wouldn't have to deal with the boy nearly as much as Pomona, he had been proved dreadfully wrong. He knew that he would not be able to escape from the boy's grasp.
He would not be able to escape the chaos.
Merlin help him, he just might not survive the school year, and he wasn't even the defense professor. He found that absolutely frustrating. He wanted to be the Defense Professor if he was going to end up not surviving.
Though, being known as the single Potions Professor that didn't survive the school year would probably be better than being known as one of the many many Defense Professors that didn't survive the school year.
His mind began to wonder to how traumatizing his first year had been... That had been one of the years that the Defense Professor had died, and it was his class that had witnessed it.
Nobody in his year had ever been quite right in the head after that.
That night Harry began to write the letter he would send his Grandmother in the morning.
Dear Grandmother,
I have met Draco Malfoy and I am happy to report that he no longer looks like a Malfoy.
It's a wonder what changing one's hair color and style does for that person.
After we got all that gel out, I realized that he had curly hair, just like most of the rest
of the family. He is quite wonderful looking now that his hair is black.
Grandma, he is absolutely wonderful.
I want to marry him after seventh year, but he says it won't be likely to happen.
I believe I can change his mind, though. It might take some work, but I will do it.
Oh, I made it into Hufflepuff, just like I wanted. Though I do believe that some people
will still know I'm plotting.
With love,
your grandson,
Harry Potter-Lupin-Black
He smiled widely. Draco may have thought that Granny Walburga was going to murder him, but she wouldn't. She cared far too much about his happiness to kill the person he had a crush on. If there was one thing that Walburga thought was important, it was family. She had learned that a while ago, and while she may have always seemed cold, she would never hurt those who she cared about.
Many people who accused her of hurting her children had found that out the hard way.