One-shots

Lonesome Boy

HP oneshot. This starts at the beginning of Harry's third year.

After the gruesome train ride and a surprise visit from the Dementors, Harry was sitting down on the lion's table very tired. He was now a 13 year old and a soon-to-be teen starting next year... and he was already dreading what would happen this year. First was a ghost that wanted to kill him, last year was a giant deadly snake under orders of the same accursed person. What is on this year's agenda!?!

As he was thinking this the great halls doors opened and the new first years entered, albeit still semi-shocked from their first encounter with magical creatures. McGonagall's voice might as well be a candle flickering from his left side, he didn't really hear it. The professor called name after name alphabetically and would've taken Alastor after he finished sorting the last student if not for the hat continuing to speak.

"I would like to resort a student" a simple sentence, but it made even the Weasley twins become quiet. It's not often the hat rather than a students family wishes for or even demand a resorting. Dumbledore stood up from his stool adressing the hat "And who do you wish to resort?". None, except the hat himself, were expecting the sorting hat to call for the one and only boy-who-lived, the golden boy and Griffindor's hero, the famous Harry Potter.

Dumbledore quickly interjected as the Slytherin's were already whispering to each other and the lions spoke words of protest and disagreements. "Alastor, why would Harry need to be resorted? He fits in perfectly where he is now." spoke the headmaster in his calm grandfather-like voice. The hats opening moved for a reply "I care to disagree with you there Albus. At the start of his first year, maybe. But I only sorted him there because -" Harry got stressed the hat would say it was because he had pleaded not to go into Slytherin. "-it was a trial run. In my honest opinion, I could've sorted him anywhere, since he had qualities for most of the houses. Now that he's in his third year I wish to see how he has developed. See if he needs a prompt resortment or can indeed stay in his current house."

Many had raised an eyebrow at the hat. 'Anywhere? Even Slytherin?' many doubted their thoughts since it was the golden boy they were speaking about. Him and Snakes go as much together as Merlin and Voldemort. In the words of the Malfoy's heir <Some Wizarding families are better than others>, which got the known reaction it got back then as a matter of course, Rejection. So yeah Draco seriously doubts that the Saint Potter could become a snake all of a sudden. McGonagall coughed to get everyone's attention. Worked for the most part, "Well then Mr. Potter, please come forward so I can put the hat on your head."

Harry grunted from his flopped position on the table before standing up. His world momentarily seemed to spin, he shook his head and took a deep breath before walking to the presented stool. Shortly after he sat down, he got Alastor on his head. The darkness was both relieving and frightening, for one, he got some shut eye and two, he couldn't see what was going on anymore. Neither did he hear anyone (the hall was just that quiet, safe for a few whispers). As Alastor searched through his mind Harry felt his eyelids shut closed. He had fallen asleep.

Alastor's POV

I called for the enigma of the century to get resorted. He was moments away from sitting down and I was held up by Minerva again for the maybe 30nth time that night(?). When he finally sat on the stool I was put on his head. It really seemed like the first impressions on the Wizarding World had caused some sort of workout for his brain. Dare I say some nerves looked burnt from severe burnouts. My thoughts were interrupted when I suddenly became aware that the boy wearing me seemed quite nervous before he actually just fell asleep under my lid. If I had eyes I'd be blinking in both confusion and surprise.

I was, however, really surprised, when his mind started to grow bigger like walls came down around me. '!?. I don't think they teach Occlumency at his age yet so why...?' was my inquisitive thought. There were more pieces of Memories. Memories... of his home life and... of the last few months of his school years here at Hogwarts. I only have two words for what I saw and I didn't hesitate to speak them, "bloody bludger".