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Chapter 4- Sorting

Chapter 4- Harry

Wandless magic. Wandless. Magic. Of course, Harry had seen Dumbledore do wandless magic, but a kid his own age? That was possible? Why didn't they teach this at Hogwarts? Did the professors realize that this could help them fight death eaters? It was incredible, the way Pax could just help him calm down, without even uttering a word. She was amazing. And she was...asleep? She had drifted off, and was slowly leaning towards Harry.

Pax was very obviously immersed in muggle culture, seeing as she had pulled out headphones and a smartphone very casually from her pocket. She seemed...not strange, but quirky? No, that makes it sound negative, Harry thought as he looked closer at her. She was bright and happy, and had a darker sense of humor. He thought she would be a great addition to the team.

And she was on his shoulder. Great. Now he couldn't move. He looked around the cabin for help, but everyone else was busy. Hermione was deep in thought, Ginny was bickering with Ron, and Neville and Luna were talking about something from the Quibbler she was reading. Harry was left to fend for himself. He poked Pax a couple times, but she was out cold. He put one leg on the ground, and kept his other one in the criss cross he was sitting in. Gently lifting her up, Harry shifted himself to lean against the window, then placed Pax back, not quite on his shoulder, but not quite on his chest.

She stirred a bit before settling back down, an arm wrapped around his stomach. Harry just wrapped an arm back on her shoulders. Even though she radiated confidence when she walked into their compartment, Pax really looked soft when she was sleeping. All curled up next to him, giving him a hug. She really was warm and cuddly, it was making Harry a bit dozy. Closing his eyes for a moment wouldn't hurt, right? If he didn't sleep, he would have another nightmare. He would just rest his eyes for a couple minutes...

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Harry, Harry wake up. We're here. Whoever that was should go away, Harry was having a very nice nap. Wait. Nap? Shit shit shit, Harry thought as he startled, looking around him. Surely he was being woken up because he was having another nightmare, right? But when he looked around the cabin, everyone else was grabbing their trunks and headed out. Hermione stood next to him, gently shaking his shoulder, while Pax was still peacefully napping on his chest. She seemed unbothered by the commotion, and had only shifted a little when he had jolted awake.

"Harry, we're here," Hermione said gently. She saw the slight panic in Harry's eyes, and worry took over. "Are you alright? Have you had another nightmare? Do I need to grab someone for help?"

"No, no I'm fine. I haven't slept that well in ages actually..." Harry looked back down at Pax. She had started to stir, her eyes slowly fluttering open.

"Where are we..." she mumbled, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. "Where's Gabe?" She looked around in confusion, then slowly realizing where she was. "Oh, have we arrived?"

"Yeah, we've got to go get on the carriages, but I suspect they'll have you take the boats with the first years, you haven't been sorted yet," Hermione said, grabbing her trunk down after grabbing everyone else's. Pax nodded, stumbling out of her seat.

"You alright there?" Harry asked, she still looked dead tired.

"Yeah, yeah just really sleepy. The time difference mixed with wandless healing magic really drained me," Pax shook her head. "My suitcase's still in my sister's compartment, but I'll see you guys inside," She gave a big smile, then walked into the crowded hallway.

Harry and Hermione stood there, looking at where Pax had left for a moment, before going to grab their trunks and leave themselves. They quickly caught up to the rest of the gang, and approached the carriages. Harry stopped in his tracks when they got there.